My wake-boarding experience!

“Oh ya” I belt over the roaring sound of the boat I tighten my grip on the rope and the foamy water surges below me. As I tilt my board side ways preparing to jump the wake. I hear the screams of encouragement mixed with blaring pop music stream from the boat. Not listening as my board inches toward the 3 foot wave. The end of my board finally reaches the frothy water I pull tight against the rope trying to stand stronger. I feel the-push as my board reaches the middle.

I haul my legs up high and with one last tremendous push. My board soars and my heart. The board jolts under my feet as it collides with the fast moving water. I had finally jumped a wake this was a huge improvement from the person who hadn’t been able to get up at all last year. My boat driver austin yelled to me. . .donuts.

Probably my favorite thing to do while wake-boarding I felt as the boat started to tug on the rope and I tilted my feet forwards trying to keep stable. I saw everyone in the boat scream as Austin whipped it around in violent circles . Agin and agin the boat span with me flying behind. The board dug into the water as I tried not lose control while gliding above the frothing water.

When the boat finally went calm agin but still driving slowly. My arms and legs ached. My eyes sting with volitally thrown water. My arms finally gave out and glided over calm water for a second. Then sank down removing the floating board and swimming towards the boat already eagerly waiting for my next turn.

Where the Sidewalk Ends
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.
Shel Silverstein

Yes I know every knows this poem. But its special to me because when I was little I used to read it and the three Shel Silverstein poem books we had all the time. And I still remember to this day the amazing imagery and voice in this poem as I sat on my mothers lap as she read to me.

My favorite stuffed animal Strawberry I informally adopted him when I was two. I had stole him from my sister and promised to give him back in two days two days turned into two years two years turned into forever.
You may think I’m stupid for loving a stuffed animal so much. But when I was little he meant the world to me. He was built perfectly where his body full of just a little fluff but his legs filled with some heavy beads. So his legs hung down perfect for cuddling.
He’s been on many trips with me Galveston-San Fransisco-New York-Canada. I love him so much. With out him I would not be the person I am today.

Here’s him hanging with his other cat buddies.

“Wow” I whisper looking out at the beautiful Austin sky line.austin really is an amazing place to live !
First of all were the music (hipster) capital of the world for example we have ACL- a giant festival where many bands get to perform on humongous outdoor stages. I love to go to ACL every year and see tons of new bands that I haven’t heard of before. After all who doesn’t want SXSW in there back yard.
And when your done with great music go out for the best cuisine in Texas-ranging from good old fashion and delicious bar-b-Q to up scale fancy and high priced. But my favorite is all the enticing local restaurants which provide a tantalizing array of every food you could want.
That’s only some of the amazing things to do,eat ,and see! I love living here and I think you would too.

Ok if your reading this your I’m advising you that your about hear the ramblings of a deranged fan girl. I’m on season 3 of supernatural (out of 9 and counting) and already EXTREMELY obsessed .
One of the reasons why I love this show is well… Dean Winchester (Jensen Ackles) *fans face* the beautiful, courageous,bad but,wearing a adorable leather jacket. Well I mean don’t get me wrong Sam’s cute too but he just doesn’t compare .
Well anyway there are other reasons I love the the show to (whether you believe me or not) the scary factor the to brothers the main characters of the show are supernatural hunters they hunt down and destroy evil supernatural things like demons,angered sprits ,vampires ect…and the often come really close to death! It’s just extremely scary at points!
Even if you don’t just loooooooove all of that there’s the drama the love the sadness I mean I don’t want to give anything away but there’s a lot of intense mixed emotions!

Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?

Rain Streaks down the window like tears of a forgotten blue sky. My bedroom eloomenated only by the pale moonlight awakened by a cats meow to see the ever-gray sky out my louvered window I pray silently for the sun to come back.

I didn’t know then that it never would.

It was day 32 it was spoused to be the middle of summer but all it had been was a torrent of rain. I-hate-rain. I’ve always hatted rain that’s why I lived here it never rained here. While others find the soft pitter patter of rain on a roof comforting. I-do-not it sounds like little screams this was-a-nightmare. I just wanted it to stop I hadn’t got sleep for weeks.

Although I’ve already posted the actual poem part. I wanted to share my final project.

In last nights basket ball game we played really well almost winning 10-32 .That was our best game yet by being a post I don’t get the ball often so I haven’t had a chance to try and shoot the ball in a game yet. But in last nights game I managed to get the ball and was soon surrounded by lake Travis girls seeing no one open with my back to the basket I tossed it up and made it into the basket I was extremely excited that my first shot I made it in backwards even

On the first day of finals my teacher gave to me a migraine and a awnser sheet

On the second day of finals my teacher gave to me 2 number 2 pencils

On the third day of finals my teacher gave to me three highlighters

On the fourth day of finals my teacher gave to me four mental break downs

On the fifth day of finals my teacher gave to me five cups of coffee