13 April 2011- Well today is my turn to pitch. I am going up against the Washington Nationals at 7:05 in Washington. But from pitching here last year, it felt like I was in Philly. Joe Blanton did well last night, even though he didn't get the win and gave up 6 runs. I know that not everyone is at a Cy-young caliber but I also know that it is still early in the season. However, I do question weather or not it was a smart move to keep Joe B. in for that long after giving up so many. Well, I suppose I go for a run with some of the teammates and prepare for this game tonight.

She had left us with very simple instructions: complete the class work in relative silence while she talked to the teacher next door.  I had no problem with this; I had always been the good child, the one who follows all directions and never got in trouble.  Until this day, when I saw the cockroach. 

It was in the corner of the carpet and caught my eye as I let my eyes wonder from my book.  I screamed. Loudly. Tr. Dianna came running in, expecting to see a student dead or dying. When she realized that I had made such a commotion over a bug, a dead one at that, she decided to teach me a lesson.  Instead of simply giving me a detention, she crafted a more creative punishment.

The next day, I came to her room with a pencil and sheet of paper as she had instructed. She then placed the dead cockroach on the table in front of me and told me to draw it in detail. I spent 15 minutes dissecting the bug with my eyes. I have never been so disgusted in my life. 

I'll love you till time runs out. 
I'm not a fan of forever, so I'll love you till time runs out is my way of saying I'll love you forever. Time will never run out, no matter what happens. Life keeps going, clocks keep ticking.

Knife fight between three housewives, a middle-aged man with a beard and Mr. Moneybaggs over his over-sized bag of money. (In case you were wondering what happens there.)

It was recess and I was standing at the top of the jungle gym, next to the fireman's pole. I should mention that this piece of the set has now been replace, possibly due to my experience with it.  My back was turned towards the 6 foot drop as I talked to my friend, Yvonne.  Today, I don't even remember what were talking about, though I remember the exact moment that she took a step closer to me.  I tend to be a person who likes her personal space.  At that moment, this space had been invaded.  I took a step back to correct it, never realizing that the floor of the jungle gym ended right behind me, until it was too late.  

I fell backwards and landed on my wrist. I couldn't even feel the pain at first; I was more concentrated on the fact that I couldn't seem to get any air in my lungs.  It was the scariest feeling I've ever experienced.  However, once I regained by breath, I realized that my wrist no longer wanted to move.  At the hospital, I found out that I had buckled, not broken, it.  Honestly, the distinction made little difference to me.  I still had to wear a cast for most of the summer and take a shower with a trash bag on my arm.  

I'm still friends with Yvonne, but have never let her forget that she was primarily responsible for my buckled wrist.   

So I am not too fond of the benchmark for this quarter in Storytelling. Mainly because trying to reenact it through social media does not do my story justice. With the way things are going, it is not being represented the way I want it to. It just doesn't feel real enough, and it makes the story sound bad. I really wish that we didn't write the stories before, because the expectations are set to high. I wish that like @MayaEmanuel we would have been able to make a story as we went along. I don't know, though. I kind of wish I could start over and write a different story because I feel as though this is really going to affect my grade negatively.

​She is...

She is someone who is of African American descent. 
She is someone who is tall, almost as tall as I
she is someone who is Light skinned, with Long, dark brown hair
She is someone with big, dark brown eyes
She is someone who has a smile that brightens any room

She is someone who loves animals
She is someone who loves candy
She is someone who can hold her own in a video game tournament
She is someone who can spend her life at sea, she swims that well
She is someone who knows her way around a city, as long as it isn't Philadelphia 

She is someone with her mind in the clouds, only because her dreams are there
She is someone who is willing to go the extra mile for people in spite of herself
She is someone who can deal with the weight of the world because its her nature

She is someone that can keep a smile on her face no matter what the situation

She is someone who has her weak moments, but no one would ever know it.

 

She is someone who I can go to, to talk about anything

She is someone who comforts me and makes me feel like I am special

She is someone who I feel sees the real me, even when I put on a mask for other

She is someone that keeps me going when I can’t think of any other reason to go

She is someone…someone I will forever hold dear to my heart

 

She is…

 

Talking To The Moon Lyrics

I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back
My neighbors think
I'm crazy
But they don't understand
You're all I have
You're all I have

Chorus:

At night when the stars
light up my room
I sit by myself

Talking to the Moon
Trying to get to You
In hopes you're on
the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon

I'm feeling like I'm famous
The talk of the town
They say
I've gone mad
Yeah
I've gone mad
But they don't know
what I know

Cause when the
sun goes down
someone's talking back
Yeah
They're talking back

Chorus:
http://www.elyricsworld.com/talking_to_the_moon_lyrics_bruno_mars.html

At night when the stars
light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the Moon
Trying to get to You
In hopes you're on
the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon

Ahh Ahh,
Ahh Ahh,

Do you ever hear me calling?
Cause every night
I'm talking to the moon
Still trying to get to you

In hopes you're on
the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon

I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away​

I can’t give you everything
I can’t even really sing
but you can have my heart
It’s only one small part
you deserve so much more
but thats all I can account for

I can’t give you everything
but I will take you under my wing
protect you, when I’m around
make you laugh when your feeling down
I’ll never let you hit the ground

I can’t give you everything
but, I can try
to buy
everything you wana have