basketball is my love.
the end.
true story.
yeah well basketball is the reason im not posting as much...been a little busy!!
we havent won a game yet..but we WILL.
i have hope.
OKAY I HAVE TO GO TO A PROJECT ON SUSAN B ANTHONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
byerz
She is like Juliet...without the whole Romeo part
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
poem I wrote
I lay down at night and say my prayers
why does it feel like he doesn't care?
my wishes are not made.
my prayers are not answered.
there's rett and "retard" and judging and cancer.
I know he's got a bigger plan
something in mind for me
but when will it start to show up?
when will I start to see?
his love is bigger than the sky above
he sends peace to us with a beautiful dove
his heart opens for every one
no ones left out.
he hears me scream, he hears me shout.
I shuffle my feet
I pace back and forth
I lose my mind
I get knocked off course.
He holds me tight
he doesn't let go
he helps me make it through the night.
God is my savior.
he's the only one.
he made us the world, he gave us his son.
I can't describe in words, how much it means
that he sews me back together when I'm ripping at the seams.
why does it feel like he doesn't care?
my wishes are not made.
my prayers are not answered.
there's rett and "retard" and judging and cancer.
I know he's got a bigger plan
something in mind for me
but when will it start to show up?
when will I start to see?
his love is bigger than the sky above
he sends peace to us with a beautiful dove
his heart opens for every one
no ones left out.
he hears me scream, he hears me shout.
I shuffle my feet
I pace back and forth
I lose my mind
I get knocked off course.
He holds me tight
he doesn't let go
he helps me make it through the night.
God is my savior.
he's the only one.
he made us the world, he gave us his son.
I can't describe in words, how much it means
that he sews me back together when I'm ripping at the seams.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
See ya 2011. HELLOOO 2012.
There was so many small little things in 2011 that basically made it the best. Even though there were memorable trips, holidays, events, parties, and amazing weeks spent at camp...
The things that made 2011, were the small things.
The little things that seem so unimportant at times but can just make your day.
Here are some of my favorite things:
Going to visit my Aunt Peggy in the nursing home.
Going to the beach with my friends and making googly eyes and the in-shape lifeguards
Being with Poppy, making every minute spent with him count. Whether it just be sitting in the recliner next to his chatting, or sitting with him at my brother's basketball games.
Seeing some of my favorite people in the hallways at school, like Emmy or Mrs. Deangalo who never fails to make me smile and look on the positive side of things.
Painting nails with my best friends.
Walking to the little playground barefoot watching out for coyotes, and pointing to rainbows as Aaron rides by on his bike talking on his phone with his new girlfriend.
Singing in the shower
Laughing loud and hard
Living life.
These are the certain things that mold me into who I am. They all squish together and make the big things happen that are important to me. No one is going to stop me this year. Not in 2012, not ever now. I am who I am, I'm proud of that. If someone doesn't like me, that's their problem and not mine. I'm ready to start again, with 2012. The year ahead looks amazingly promising, and here are a couple pictures in tribute to my 2011. My first year of some independance.
The things that made 2011, were the small things.
The little things that seem so unimportant at times but can just make your day.
Here are some of my favorite things:
Going to visit my Aunt Peggy in the nursing home.
Going to the beach with my friends and making googly eyes and the in-shape lifeguards
Being with Poppy, making every minute spent with him count. Whether it just be sitting in the recliner next to his chatting, or sitting with him at my brother's basketball games.
Seeing some of my favorite people in the hallways at school, like Emmy or Mrs. Deangalo who never fails to make me smile and look on the positive side of things.
Painting nails with my best friends.
Walking to the little playground barefoot watching out for coyotes, and pointing to rainbows as Aaron rides by on his bike talking on his phone with his new girlfriend.
Singing in the shower
Laughing loud and hard
Living life.
These are the certain things that mold me into who I am. They all squish together and make the big things happen that are important to me. No one is going to stop me this year. Not in 2012, not ever now. I am who I am, I'm proud of that. If someone doesn't like me, that's their problem and not mine. I'm ready to start again, with 2012. The year ahead looks amazingly promising, and here are a couple pictures in tribute to my 2011. My first year of some independance.
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