The Auction and The Warrior Dancer

Well, soon will be the Peninsula School Auction. The Auction is held every year, although no children are invited except the eighth graders, who are invited as a sign of passage to the adult world. Well, it sounds like fun!
In Dance today, we talked about the warrior dancer, and danced, and let each of our warrior dancers out. I wrote somthing on it, here it is:

I lie with my back to the hard, wood, floor. My eyes are closed, but slowly the music goes. When my eyes open, I see so perfectly, the gold dust falling, falling, on top of me.
I sit up, as the power whirls in my heart. It whirls round and round until it is released. I am dancing, in an endless chamber of dancers, but I do not see them. I see the dust, gold and glittering, and dance, as the new power I have never felt comes.
I now have courage! To do as I please! I cannot stop, for when I do, all will end. I must be solid, I must be dainty, I must be elegant, I must be pretty. I must not go, beyond what I see. But when I dance, the warrior dancer comes out of me.

I think my writing is improving. Better write more!!!!! By the way, i love comments on my writings. It helps me keep in touch with how they are.

oh! and I have been reserching dance schools on the coastside, got two im gonna look into!

Expansion

So on Tuesday I went to dance as usual. Judith, (The dance teacher) usually gives us something to work on in the week. This week is expansion. When I am picked on or something bad is said, or for no reason at all, I just think, expansion. I expand my mind, and I pretend I am expaning, so that I become bigger, and the thing that is bothering me (“mud”), gets smaller.

Try it out its cool.

My Family

Thought I would write about my family a little bit.

Lets see. Theres my dad, a computer geek. (thats a complement) theres my mom, an office manager/mobal notary. Then my sister, an 11 year old tall person. (Taller then me!) then our dog, Lucy, crazy mutt. and my chinchilla’s. if you dont know what they are, look em up on wikipedia. They are the sweetest. oh and me, perfect in every way! LOL

“Boo”

Boo. What does it mean?
It could be like jumping out at someone and saying BOO!!!!! Like a ghost. (I wonder why people think ghosts jump out and say BOO!)

It could also be like, half a cry like, Boo Hoo! (Thats not what we do when we cry people!)

OMG I mean it could even be a name! (Monsters Inc) (Who would name there kid “Boo”?)

Sometimes, on like, IM, I say Boo as a greeting.

Whats next?

“Free Write”

Ok, “Free Write” is an intresting word and if you just started reading my blog, you probably are still guessing what it is. ok, so a “Free Write” has two meanings. Both are styles of writing. One is the one I do not do as often. That is when you it down and just let every idea that comes into your head and write it down. I do a variation of that. I sit down and write about something on my mind, in a poetic way. It is not a poem, and not a story. Hopefully you understand and are not reading this going “What????”

Photography

Hey check out my links colum and you will find “Photography”. My Grandmother does phtography so check out some of her pics.

Hannah and Miley

Do Hannah and Miley Match?

ok, look at these two faces. When they are side by side, sure they look exactly alike. but when you just see one, it’s hard to make a connection. I think Disney channel did ok at making Hannah Montana and Miley different. The only thing that is weird is how her closest friends couldn’t tell. I mean, Lily at one point is like right in front of hannah and can’t tell who she is. Also, Trough one episode, Oliver has a crush on Hannah, has a picture in his locker of her, and yet can’t make a connection. Sad.

ANOTHER freewrite

um yeah. so I decided since I REALLY havn’t written, i would just put another freewrite on. Enjoy!

Growing

I am held by an authority, they keep me safe, as I obliviously look at the beautiful place I live. The others my size treat me like one of them, we are all the same, we all have more then the tall people around us.
But as I get taller, and my mind gets bigger, my creativity shrinks away with my past. I do not belong unless I be someone else. The place I live becomes more and more ugly. I fight the authority, as they try to keep me in their control.
My emotions flit back and forth like a bee in a flower patch, transforming the bee into a monster, merely bringing nectar to the all mighty queen bee. I wonder if the bee used to just look at the flowers, instead of using them for it’s own advantage.

Life and a Free Write

ok wow, i havn’t written in a while.

Well hi. Happy 2007! Tomorrow I am going to start getting registered for HMB high school. Also, I got an application to be Teen Staff at Camp Winnarainbow. This is hard enough to get an application, so hopefully I will be one of the few chosen.

In school we just finished the book “Animal Farm” by George Orewell. It is a fable about a farm where animals have a rebellion and take over and run the farm themselfs. It is run like a governmnt, and is like what is happening in government everywhere. It is heartbreaking and beautiful. I definatly recomend reading it.

Speaking of writings, I havn’t put any up here in a while. I’ll put up another Free write up here.

The Butterfly

The Caterpillar, looked up at the sky.
The Caterpillar, saw the colorful Butterflies.
The Butterflies, soared across the sky.
The Caterpillar, wished to fly with the Butterflies.
The Caterpillar, tried and tried to fly.
The Butterflies, laughed at his attempt.
The Caterpillar, became ashamed and built a cocoon
The Caterpillar, changed to become a Butterfly.
The Butterfly, soared across the sky.
The Butterfly, was not happy.
The Butterfly, missed it’s old self.
The Butterfly, cried and cried for itself.
The Butterfly, cried so hard it cried an ocean.
The Butterfly, fell into the ocean.
The Butterfly, was lost.
The Caterpillar, looked up at the sky.