soccerjessm

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 02:48:06 GMT

I haven't seen his face in 25 years.
By the time Hurricane Katrina had ended, there was nothing left to pick up because everything left floating in the water was ruined.
"God damn this water," he mumbled, tossing down a piece of the old house.
"There's nothing left here," he said, wiping the sandy dirt off his hands onto his jeans. He pushed back a piece of dark hair dangling in his face and decided he was done with it.

He called his dog and walked away from the water-damaged wreckage that was once his home in New Orleans. Swept away by the water, most of their belongings had vanished like many other's, but what remained was a tainted collection of debris.

What Do You Have To Say? - I Made It Myself

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 06:31:42 GMT

when I was a child my back yard was my castle of dreams, taking mewherever I may want to go. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of the possibilities my father's land had to offer me. In essence it was just that, a plot of land my father had purchased to live upon and raise a family, but to me that land was my playground. One day while aimlessly wandering through the woods on a long ago grown over path where the dirt beneath the weeds was barely visible, yet still relevant to the fact that long ago it had been a pathway for others as they were just passing through and had at some point ceased to do so. I continued to wander through the weeds as the branches reached out and tenaciously ensnared my hair within their unplyable fingers. The thorns scraped my bare legs and left tiny scratches that would quickly heal and remove evidence of ever having pierced my skin with their vengful lashings. After spending a great deal traveling further and further from my home with no repracussions as to how I would find my way safely back home, I decided to sit underneath a massive, friendly looking birch tree with more scars than a twelve year old boy after attempting to skateboard down a flight of stairs. I found myself closely examining the tree and as my eyes floated upwords I noticed that prostetically placed upon the branches up above were what looked like boards desperately trying to imitate the floor of a tree house. The boards looked like they had seen as many if not more seasonal changes than my grandparents. Weathered and torn, the few left standing appeared to be desperately holding on to the bow of a sinking ship heading deeper and deeper into the abyss of destruction. I planned in my head how I would execute their possible salvation. I jumped up and collaborated what materials I would need and imagined a blueprint for construction. I began running in what I felt was the reletive direction of my house. I saw the dim lights of my house come faintly into view. As I bounded closer I saw the figure of my mother hovering in the window above the kitchen sink. I had completely lost all concept of time and realized that my sun had turned into a moon and the moist warm air had turned into a chilling breeze blowing beneath the stars. My mother was preparing dinner. Almost certainly my plans would be adverted to tomorrow where my mother would assume the light of day was a safe haven where

Day withMeg, Casey, and Lyssa at the fair

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 01:18:31 GMT

Today I woke up at lyssa's house and went home to do some laps in the pool. Then I babysat for the kids from hell, they were awful today but I still love them. I came home and talked to mom for a little about her day, she's been having a rough time with the whole work thing. I got lots done then swam some more, I called dylan and we talked about eventually getting him out of the house to hang out because I love him. I did some more laps in the pool and since no one was home I did them topless :) I called the Times Herald and Bradford Era to see if they needed any one to help with photography... I would prefer the Bradford Era though... then Lyssa Meg Casey and I went to the Allegany fair but the weather sucked so we went to walmart and then ice cream island, now we're hanging out and we're gonna watch some serious csi... I love my friends :) good day by far

All state audition tomorrow!

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 04:15:12 GMT

I'm going to start the 2468 diet tomorrow, tonight I threw up my dinner and hadn't eaten anything all day so I'm feeling a little woozy. I hope that me puking didn't ruin my voice for my audition tomorrow. Today Mason started flirting with me! Dylan and I had a good time in the library. After school lyss and I went to daves house, he is a really amazing guy. TOmorrow I have to wake up at 4 or 5 to sell newspapers. Yucky!

Crappy Circumstances

Wed, 31 May 2006 00:36:18 GMT

I can't stand feeling so crappy in my body any longer! I've been battling with bullimia for about 5 years now and still there's no real change in my body weight and I'm sick and tired of feeling bloated and fat. Any one who could lend some support and be my friend please help! I need your help because I recently went to a party and started flirting with this boy who I've had a crush on forever... we talked alone and cuddled a little but now I'm so insecure I can't talk to him at school because I feel like the only type of girl he will ever like are the skinny, short, blondes. I'm not any of those and I want him so bad. If anyone can help me by being my friend or giving me tips I would really appreciate it. Thanks so much! Much Luv! :)
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