Poetry

Hi!

I've been fiddling around with the design here. I've changed the font for the post title, as you can see. I may change the font for the actual post too.

I'm thinking about changing the background. Would you hate me terribly if I changed the background?

I have a couple poems for you! This first one is not written by me:

 Good-bye, Hello! by Laura Purdie Salas 

Good-bye, blue sky
Hello, walls
Good-bye, sidewalks
Hello, halls
Good-bye, seesaw
Hello, seat
Good-bye, messy
Hello, neat
Good-bye, barefoot
Hello, shoe
Good-bye, old clothes
Hello, new
Good-bye, cookouts
Hello, cooks
Good-bye, boredom
Hello, books
Good-bye, walking
Hello, bus
Good-bye, lonely
Hello, us
Good-bye, sweaty
Hello, cool
Good-bye, summer
Hello, school! 


(That was a pain to type ;)

This poem was written by me. I wrote it for school last year. It took forever to get right! Since it was for school, I couldn't write whatever I wanted, however I wanted. I had to add a simile, a metaphor, the right meter, alliteration, etc.

Wolf by moi 

A fat, full moon sits in the sky. 
The dry, dead leaves of autumn lie. 
A creature dark sits on the hill. 
The wind sweeps through the midnight chill. 

The stars are out, they shine dim light. 
The yellow eyes like fire bright. 
With pangs o' hunger large, he prowls. 
Then lifts his silver head and howls. 

Took, SO many drafts! Comment and let me know what you think!

In other news, it's my dad's birthday! Happy birthday Dad!!!

:) 

--Abby, who needs a cup of tea

I am really very bad at volleyball.

Today in P.E., we had to play volleyball. If you've read the About Me page on my blog, you know that I am not athletic. Like, at all. I try to be, but ever since I got hit in the face with a soccer ball (TWICE) I'm freaked out around balls. Soccer balls, volleyballs, basketballs... It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I'm only freaked out by them if they're actually being used properly in their proper sport, I guess you could say. Me dribbling a basketball with Blaze in our front yard, not a problem. Throwing a volleyball around at school with friends, no big deal. But if I'm on a team and we're actually playing basketball or something, then I get nervous. I am strange.

Back to volleyball. I was on my team and really hoping I wouldn't have to serve, because I honestly can't serve. Then my teacher tells me to serve, and I said, "I can't serve!" He says something along the lines of, "Practice makes perfect!"

...

I. Fail. At. Sports.

But I digress.

I post a lot.

Claire's story is going great, thankyouverymuch. In that previous post, I think I titled it "Claire", I made my characters sound mean. THEY'RE NOT! I was being weird. So yeah, every once in a while, they will take over a bit, but I'M always in control. Mainly. Kind of. Mostly?

And it's not always bad when they take the reigns. Claire's taking the reigns a little and her story is coming out amazingly!

That's all I have to say.





Bye now!

--Abby

A short post

So. I feel like posting.

School's going fine. I got into honors English!! It doesn't feel special though, and on Thursdays I have a double period of it.

Do you know what this means??????????? An hour and a half of English; SOLELY ENGLISH. 

Yes, I do love English class. BUT an hour and a half of any subect is pushing the limit for me. I'm one of those people who will love something, maybe even really love it, but can only take so much of it. English class is one of those things.

Forty-five minutes per period is good people!! No need for double periods!

Besides that, this year is looking pretty good. My Latin teacher is really fun and hilarious. Science is stretching my brain, as mentioned before. Math is hard; over the Summer I forgot a lot! I couldn't remember how to do a problem like this:

6 is what percent of 120?

or

4/5 of 72 is what number?

Blah. I hate math.

Dinnertime!

--Abby

Last day of Summer people!!!

Tomorrow is school. Correction: Tomorrow is high school. I'm a freshman. I don't feel like a freshman... Aren't freshmen supposed to be mature and stuff? I still love pegasus and candy and Disney movies. Heck, I'll be drawing Elsa for all eternity! It's a curse I tell you... Those songs are addicting...

Anyways. This year looks pretty interesting. I'm really very happy with who my math teacher is going to be this year. Theology is never extremely hard. Except exams. But I don't have to worry about exams until December. Science is going to be a brain stretcher. But it's going to be an awesome brain stretcher! We get to learn about black holes and such. We kinda started talking about them last year, and even that little bit of information we learned made me rub my temples and think, "Ooooooooooooh my brain is not used to all this stretching..." BUT it's going to be really interesting. I love learning about black holes and others space stuff like that because it's so crazy and different and you can't help liking it! Did you know theres no time in a black hole?

*mind blown*

I was planning on writing a poem about the end of Summer, but I didn't have time this morning. I had to go to the orthodontist to get my braces tightened, then I was obsessed about finishing this book, so I never got around to it. I think I'll make it an impromptu poem. I do those a lot now.

End of Summer by moi 

From beaches to classrooms, 
From comic books to textbooks, 
From vacations to field trips, 
From Summer to school. 

From boredom to busy, 
From shopping bags to backpacks, 
From sleeping in to alarm clocks, 
From Summer to school. 

From T-shirts to uniforms, 
From couches to desks, 
From bare feet to Keds,  
From Summer to school. 


Oh, yay! Another poem that doesn't rhyme! 


OKAY OKAY so it's not my best poem ever. I got writers block on the second to last line and so I thought of bare feet, but I wasn't sure what to compare it to. So I went with Keds, because those are what I wear to school.

And no, I don't read comic books. Okay, I will every once in a while read Calvin and Hobbes, but I don't usually read them. I wanted to use lockers in one line, but I couldn't figure out where it would go...

Anyways, it took me about five minutes to come up with that, so that should explain why it's so bad.

So yeah, wish me luck tomorrow. The first day of school is somewhat intimidating. It stares at you and growls, "MUAHAHAHA I have you in my clutches for the next nine months! PREPARE TO DIE!!!"

Summer, please come back... 

I like this cause it makes me think of Summer 

So yeah, wish me luck in ninth grade. I wish you luck in whatever grade you're about to enter into.

--Abby

Sunday; the day after Saturday and before Monday

(As you may be able to tell, I don't know what to call this post)


Today we went to the Latin Mass, which was beautiful as always. During communion, I noticed a woman carrying a little boy back to her pew. They passed one of the Stations of the Cross, where our Lord is carrying his cross, and the little boy points up to it and says something like, "Look! Look!" For some reason, this scene kinda stuck in my mind. It was almost as if this little boy was saying, "Look, Mommy! That's my Savior dying for me!"

Or, I don't know, maybe he was pointing at the pretty colors in the picture.

On the way to Mass, we passed by an air show thing, where an airplane was doing these tricks and leaving a white trail of smoke. It was pretty cool to watch. On the way back from Mass, we passed by it again, except this time it was a helicopter. A helicopter! And it was doing even crazier stunts than the plane!
Some things we said while watching the crazy helicopter:

"I never knew a helicopter could do this." 
"The guy in there must be really nauseous." 
"Don't worry, I bet he's got a barf bag." 
"That's crazy!" 
"That person's insane." 
"I'll bet Abby wouldn't be able to do that without throwing up." (THANKS BLAZE!!!)
"Yeah, I bet I couldn't either." 
And then, my favorite. This is from Ronnie:
"I see it! It's POOPING!" (Here referring to the white smoke) 
Do all two-year-old's say stuff like that? I guess so.

In other news, the school picnic is today. The park that it's at every year is close enough to walk to from my house, which is nice. This is Blaze and Penguin's first year at this school, and I'm hoping they won't have a lot of trouble getting used to the whole routine and everything. They've been home schooled up until now. I started school in sixth grade, and it took a little getting used to; the early mornings, all the homework, the deadlines, etc. It's a big step from home schooling to going to school. Luckily, they're going into sixth grade and fourth grade, and at my school, those grades are pretty chill. You don't really move from room to room and you only have two or three different teachers. So, I think they'll do okay.

Last night my siblings watched Tarzan, and I watched a few minutes of it with them, so every once in a while now I'll talk in a British accent. Disney is awesome guys.

I should go get ready for the picnic. Cheerio, pip-pip, huzzah and all that.

--Abby

KIVA and aerial

For a few years now, I've been doing this thing called KIVA. It's where you can loan $25 to someone trying to start a business or trying to earn money for food or clothes etc. They have a list of people from all over the world you can loan to.
I found Lorna yesterday. She's a married woman with four children and lives in Kenya. She's trying to sell tea leaves to earn money for her family. I chose to loan her the money because a) I'd like to help her out, and b) I love tea...

Yesterday in aerial, I learned a new move on the hammock:

This is not me, by the way 

It's called an outside split. It's pretty complicated to get into. It doesn't look like it, but it is. It involves a lot of twisting; both getting in and out. I'm not very good at twisting. I realized that half way through doing this move for the first time. XD

So, I recommend giving KIVA a try. You could change a life.

Ladida.

Off I go.

--Abby

Me and my egg problems

Thats right. I have problems. Surprise, surprise.

Today I was pealing a hard boiled egg and Mary Rose asked me if I like egg yoke. I didn't answer because I actually don't care for the yoke sometimes, but I didn't want to hurt the eggs feelings. Then I stopped and thought, WHAT THE HECK?? EGGS HAVE NO FEELINGS!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME???

Suddenly I've become concerned about the feelings of inanimate things. The feelings that don't exist.

Right now, my brothers are playing Lego Star Wars and arguing about pizza.

Blaze: You took the last piece of sausage pizza! 
Penguin: No I did not! 
Blaze: Yes, yes you did, I know you did! No! Wait let me on the walker! 
Penguin: Fine, fine.
Blaze: No, you're going to double cross me. I have to kill you first. 
Penguin: You're standing on my button! 
Blaze: Get off my button! 
Penguin: I think the TV gave up on us. 
Penguin: Got to get Darth Vader... Where is he...
Blaze: Kill him. 
Penguin: SHOOT HIM!! 
Blaze: FIRE SNIPER RIFLES GO GO GO!!! 

I'll stop there. I think I'd better leave the room soon. (When I asked them if I could put their conversation on my blog, they let me so that "we can be famous!", as they put it.)

This was basically a short post to let you know that I care about the feelings of eggs and that my brothers like Lego Star Wars.

Blaze: DIE DIE DIE YOU MUST DIE!! 

Adieu.

--Abby