winter jam 08'

So last night myself and two best friends and little sister went to the Winter Jam concert at the Red Bird Arena... I had higher expectations then I should have though. Through out the concert, there were so many intermissions and interuptions that it was had to focus when the time came for the actual performances. Another let down was the fact that the JAM was my little sister's very first concert, she almost fell asleep. When we finally got back in the car I asked her if she ever wanted to go to a concert again with me, all I got was a very brisk NO. I feel bad though, because she has always been jealous when I go to concerts without her, so I've always told her that someday I would take her to a good one. OOPS. Maybe some day I'll convince her to go again to a better one with me...

Week Two...Death Eating Computer's

When're you're six years old, addicted to movies, add an already mega huge imaginaion, and some pretty big and sometimes scary ideas come out of nowhere. Fortunitly I loved being scared, and I was always trying to think two steps ahead of everything. For example, laying in my bed at night I hear a creepy noise, well no problem cause I already plotted out my escape plan in case of a robber! Anyways, one night after watching a series of Mr.Gadget, The Terminator, and Ghost Busters (this was my how my babysitter amused me), I went down stairs to play on the computer on my favorite Micky Mouse game. Well, after I turned the machine off like my parents instructed me, a thought accured. Suddenly fear struck my body, and I took off sprinting up the stairs, tripped and started to sceam. "IT was coming" I thought. Somehow I pictured that the computer became demonted, was mad at me for turning it off, and was chasing after me. Did I mention that our computer sat in a creepy basement, in a dark erie corner, away from everyone else in the family? I mean, I was already a kid who felt bad if my Beenie Baby sat by themselve. From that night on, I refused to go anywhere near the computer unless forced. Even then, I would make sure that when I pressed the OFF button I was in a take off positon to sprint upstairs, and out of danger.

Needless say, I grew out of that fear. I still think about it after I log off for the night and walk upstairs. I still feel that grip on my heart for a split second, before I relax call myself silly, and let go.

Week One....A Poem To Me Is...

Poems have always stressed me out a little, especially when it comes to writing them. I'm always afraid that people won't understand what I'm trying to say, or think it's stupid. They always have been a part of me though. When I was little my favorite thing to do before I went to bed, was have my dad read from all of Shel Silversteins books. Eventually I got to the point where I could recite my two favorite poems while he read them to be. My absolute FAVORITE though, was the one where a man was in the jungle and no matter what happened to him he wouldn't die... like fall into a volcanoe, sand pit, all this crazy stuff. But in the end he was finally eaten up by a snake... for some reason it was hilarious to me. I suppose you could say that the only poems that I'm really interested in are poems that tell a story. But like I said, writing them is definitly not my strong suit. I like how in The Notebook they say that you don't have to actually write poetry, to be a poet...