sol 8/31

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"Chuck it!" everyone screams.

With the summer breeze toying with my hair, and the stars shining down on my face, I throw the can so far it almost lands on the roof of a near bye house. Blake, Britney and I run and hide it the back of the Greeer's pick up truck. This had been the first time this year we had played kick the can together, and it felt good to see each other again. We see each other every summer because we both go up to a house up in boulder.

We peek out of the truck bed at Carson in the middle of the circle. As time passes we hear our friends get called out.

"Mary Jane behind the oak tree"

"Skip behind the grey toyota"

In this time we have developed a plan. Blake runs out and grabs his little sisters barbie playhouse tent and we all go in and lift it up. From here we walk over to the can kick it and walk away.

Game

Set 

Match.

sol 6/31

After a few hours of attempting sleep I close my eyes and bite my lip and stay like that. The first few minutes is a struggle of keeping my eyes shut and then I slowly drift off into a dream…
I wake up in a house, this house isn't mine but for some reason I know I am at the top. I look out the window and see a deep pit that seems to never end. I walk down a spiral staircase that takes me to the bottom of the house and walk out the door.
There I see a girl her name is Carmen. She's wearing a knee length black skirt with a black hood I realize I am dressed in similar attire but with one small difference she has a silver chain around her neck with a red diamond I have the same necklace but mine has a small crack that for some reason I keep secret.
"Come on we will be late for temple" She grabs my arm and drags me away from my house. I realize that she is in black and white so is everything and then I realize that I have a slight pigment to my skin so slight that it was barley noticeable.
Carmen dragged me into a old broken down house where we go through a wood corridor we run down the corridor. It's dark but there's a faint light ahead. I notice that the wood has turned to to black stone with hyroglifics glowing red on the walls. We come to a room the same type of stone but this time it has a story. I some how knew the story it was of the girl who's crystal broke.
One day her crystal was busted open and she was given color. The people pushed her into the deep pit and she was never seen again.
I look around and realized that millions of people have gathered and are touching a glowing orange stone that stood on a pedestal in the middle of the room. everyone touched it then walked back down the corridor. I knew I couldn't touch it or they would know. I am not sure what they would know but they would know something they shouldn't.
I ran away people noticed and started reaching out to grab me but I pushed forward. Through the corridor, with people scratching me and trying to bring me to the stone. I ran to my house locked the front door and ran up the stairs I got to my room slammed the door and locked it I look out the window to see a angry mob of people coming to get me. I sit on my bed hyperventilating.
The crystal bursts. I look as it shatters in to millions of pieces. I watch the mob bang at my door.
The door gives way.
I scream and try to open the door to go down the backstairs and escape.
I unlock the door and try to open it, the door stays shut. I push it again but it won't open.
I hear the mob close by almost up the stairs. I look for another way out but nothing is available, nothing but… the window. I look out it down into pit bellow I cry but know I can't touch the stone.
I stand on the edge look out at the dark pit bellow in terror. I know I have no choice I take a deep breath bite my lip and…
I wake up in terror looking around at my surroundings.
it's my bedroom, just my bedroom
I sit up and tuck my knees to my chest and take a deep breath.
If it was hard sleeping before it will be impossible to sleep now
I lean back against the wall take a deep breath and lie down.

sol 5/31

 I stare at the empty page and watch the black line blink, as if to taunt me.
You gonna do something huh, or are you just going sit there?
I bite my lip in frustration. I type a sentence and then delete it. Than a paragraph then delete it.
"Screw it" I throw my pen and walk away.
After I post my blog I am told it's too short.
I stare at the blinking line again
haha your stuck with me again so what are you going to write, or are you just going to stare at me you dumb cow
I look over at the sub next to me
"So what are you going to write, how about your feelings"
I close my eyes and clench my teeth and think
I look at the time
2:10
great an excuse to leave. I stand up click the update button and walk away.

chasing eve

This book is pretty good. It has a nicely timed out pace and a interesting plot. This book is about a forensic sculptor whom discovers she's being targeted by the killer in one of her cases. I would say this book is pretty good and I am generally enjoying it. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys thrillers.

sol 3/31

I look around at the tall buildings above me and the cold concrete bellow me, New York is remarkable. As I walk I notice the people scurrying like mice to catch a cab or go to work. The flossing light with adds Buy Carlton's Toothpaste doctor recommended  or Try mcdonald's new cowboy burger.  It reminded me of a beehive, people scurrying around like the workers, advertisements telling them what to do as if they were commands from the queen bee.
I laugh as I picture the queen bee saying something ridiculous like "Buy Carlton's toothpaste and that's a order".  I smile one sat time at the thought and walk away scurry to catch a cab just like the other bees.

sol 2/31

I am close to exhaustion we have hiked up the trail for the last hour and a half, its dark steep and hot and I feel like if I have to take another step I will collapse.
"Perfect" my grandmother says with a smile on her face.
My dad lays down the blanket on top of the grass and then lays another on top we have learned from experience that laying down just one blanket is a misery waiting to happen. Last year we tried that tactic but my grandma decide that year that the "perfect place to stop" was in the middle of a patch of rose bushes, a mistake made once, one time to many. This year we chose a spot closer to the top of the trail.
I plot down next to Jack and pop open a soda.
"Cheers" Jack say smiling
"To he fourth of July" he says
"To our country" I say
"And all that crap" we say together
Jack and I have a tradition of saying this before the fireworks every forth of July. We sip our soda and watch as the fireworks begin. The first one is small but soon they blanket the sky in color. I just sit there and watch until I fall asleep.

sol 1/31

I glance at the clock. 

12:08

I had given up sleeping a few hours ago and had been sitting in my bed alone confined to my own thoughts. I look out the window into the street. I lay back down wishing I had something to do. I glance out the window a second time and watch the snowflakes fall. I think of all the poems and word written involving snow. People talk about how beautiful snow is, and how gracefully it dances to the ground but to me, it's just snow, plain beautiful snow. 

Most people write about how beautiful the world is and ignore the things that are ugly. Like if someone called you a flower you would consider it a complement. But if someone called you a bull, like a bull you would charge at them completely unaware of there intent. 

I close my eyes roll over and hope I can get some sleep.