  Weekends are always a fighting point with me and my parents. I am always onto the next thing when it comes to sleepovers and hanging out with friends. I didn't have any friends, nor any sleepovers this weekend, because it was about my sister (she had a birthday sleepover) and my parents, who went out to dinner with some of their friends. That's ok though. On Saturday we went to my brother Emmett's baseball game, and boy was that funny!
The boys are pretty young- some are only 6 or 7! There is one friend of my brother's names Timmy, and they usually have him play catcher, which he hates. This week he didn't have to catch, and as he ran out to the left field he was all " THANK HEAVEN! I DON'T HAVE TO CATCH!! " It was quite funny. You could tell the boys were tired of playing by the ongoing ballet dancing, glove and hat throwing, and rolling that was going on in the outfield. That was very entertaining as well. My friend saw this site of mine and decided to set up her own. It is quite nice, all pink and stuff. She is a talented poet and she has already posted one of her pretty rhymes.
If you want to read it, here's the link: http://andreabrownie.blogspot.com/ I write poetry too, but not the same time she does. Here's a sample so you know what NOT to expect from her :P Here's one that I wrote a couple years ago. I am not really proud of it, but here it is anyway: Rushing, Tumbling, Swirling, Rippling, Such are the actions of a river so wild, Yet somehow there is a sereneness about it. Perhaps it is the crystal clear, sparkling part? Yet how can something so dangerous remind me of a cold glass of water? Tumbling, Pushing, Rolling, Splashing, That is the way of the river- To give a sense of danger and excitement, But to also reveal a clear serenity that not even the most eloquent poets can put to words.... And now for Number two; (This one is very similar) Shining, Flashing, Tumbling, Crashing, Rushing, Curving, Whooshing, Splashing, The water rushed on it's speedy way, Jumping over rocks, dashing through crevices; That's the way the water runs. Slipping, Sliding, Thumping, Bumping, Crashing, Flopping, Falling, Dashing, The river is an endless playground, Children falling, Children crawling, Looking for hidden animals and caves, Those are the most precious treasures the river hides... Like I said, crap.
But they are ok. I read them on yucky days when I need to feel like I am next to that river, feeling it's anger and speed, you know? I feel it even when I am typing. It takes me into a whirlwind of sounds and thoughts. A picture of something, colors and words all swirled together.
Wow. Anyway, not to bore whoever is reading this with senseless blah, I'll move on from my sucky poetry. My brother always tells me that I never write long enough blogs, so here is a REALLY long blog. I won't be able to write one Wednesday through Friday because I will be at Mount Saint Helens with my school science class camp. I think it will be ok, though it would be better if I had some good friends coming. Not to saythat Helen and Katelyn and Susannah aren't good friends, but they aren't the same as Hilary and Hanna and Carly even, who know my secrets- it's more fun to talk about your secrets with people who understand them, you know? Oh well, I think it will still be pretty fun, tiring, but fun. We are going on three hikes on Mount Saint Helen's, which will keep me plenty busy, I'll say. Whew, that was a lot of writing wasn't it? I have to go, I am about to run out of time for tonight. Talk to ya later!! ~Ana~ 
