SOL# 30!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! March 30th!!!!!!!!

swish, swish, swish,
water swirling, grabbing, pulling.
My legs are tired from hopping over the wave break as it flows in to shore.
I venture out as a huge swell hits me in the middle of my body, knocking me back.
I let myself fall back in to it.
I then run out in to the beach and grab a boogie board.
It drags behind me as i run twards the water.
This is my last run of the day.
water boils and turns behind me and I turn, ready to catch it
I push off but unfortunately to late.
I ride for a foot or so and then stop, before i could get up, the water coats my face with its thick, salty wettness.

What a fun California day...

SOL #29 March 29th

My bags are packed, my electronics are charging and my mind is running through it's check list of thing I need to bring. I am ready for CALIFORNIA!!!!!! YAY!!!!! as you can see, I am really excited.  That's basically all I did today, pack , clean, rummage for good food because we can't go to the store for food if we are leaving in the morning. And go to target for last minuet clothes.  Oh Ya and we also went riding. I am basically just saying what enters my head at the moment...  Well in really tired. Sorry this is not a very intertwining slice but I dISNT really have any creative inspiration for a slice today. Some days are like that...
Goodnight.

SOL #28

I am so tired.
I did a lot of stuff today but I didn't get up till ten
My mind is wandering to random things and I am having to write this in my phone. Sorry this is so short. But I'm very very tired.

Good night.

SOL#27 March 27th

shuffle, shuffle, 
" Hi Kam!"
" hi!"
silence
" I wrote mine super late at night, after I drove you home, Grace. And I still remembered"
" And that is why I forgot" I say
" And I remembered" says Sofie.
" Look! "
" One sec "
" never mind"
" whoh, look!"
Sofie points to a really pretty picture on her computer screen.
" WOW!, thats SO cool!
" Whatcha doing?"
"writing an SOL"
" ya we are all writing our SOLs" says Talia
" wouldn't it be so cool if we all wrote them in the same moment!?"
" totally!"
" ugg the wifi is so bad"
" ya"
" Ouch , my foot!"
" what?"
" my foot is asleep"
" oh"
" I hate it when the link disappears and you can't link up uuugggg"
" I  know right"
" I put Kam`s shuffle, shuffle in my blog"
" cool"
*sigh*
" I have so much to do for my notes. I should probably stet doing that now"
" ya"
" don't fall Grace" comments Max
" I won't"
I am sitting on my desk for no reason.
" don't fall Grace" - Eddie
" don't fall Grace" -Talia
" don't fall Grace" _ Sofie
" I won't"
   

SOL# 26th March 26th

There is nothing going on right now. I am sitting at my desk with people talking all around me. Sofie sits across from me coloring with a gold pen. She holds up her paper with a questioning look, "good!"  I say. "What should I put here?" says Sofie. "KAM, I don't know what to put here" She points to a blank spot on the paper. "I Got a peanut butter cracker!!!!!". " peanut butter is gross' I say. She sticks her tongue out at me and pops the cracker in her mouth. "at least I have a good leaper". "yah". Sigh. "I don't know what to write about"
"you are already writing, you can't say you don't know what to write about when you are writing something"
" hey!, they are talking about Divergent!"
" cool!"
"I still can't believe you haven't read Insurgent
" I know, I know ill start soon..."
" What should I put here?"
*sigh*
"tons of spam mail" says Max
" I know!"
" I get SOO much of it to."
" They always have typos"
" I know!"
" How do I change this photo?"
"Try to put it on iPhoto"
"ok"
"KAM!"
" How do I do this?"
" I have no idea! try looking it up"
" Ok, What would it be called? reversing, flipping..."
" Grace, Grace, Grace"
" what?"
"look"
" OMG, what the heck"
*laughing*
" hey Sofie, Whatsup?"
" Im just doing two Logan Leapers"
" Cool!"
" should I just do like a giant frenchy!?!?"
"What!?"
" Sofie?"
"what are you doing?"
" drawing"
" ok"

SOL #24 March 24th

Divergent by Veronica Roth

Following where I last left off, last week in this book.

Tris is settling in to Dauntless and has been going through  the three stages of initiation she is on the second and third. In the second stage, she faces going through fear stimulates. As we already know, Tris is divergent so she can control the stimulation and tell her self that it is not real, in one, she is trapped inside a small glass tank quickly filling with water and when she calms her self down and taps the glass, it shatters. after this, Tobias finds out that she is divergent and tells her that she must be very careful, the dauntless leaders WILL kill any diver gents they can find. basically without giving away big parts the only oner things I can say are Tris and Four (Tobias) fall in love and have a big epic love story.

I REALLY LOVE THIS BOOK. it is now my favorite book of all time and i will blog about insurgent next week. there is a lot of mature language and some mature content.  

SOL#23 March 23rd

Roll,roll,roll, the longboard runs faster and faster over the hard cement and I jump of, landing wobbly on my feet. My dad and I are in a park down the street from our house and I decided to try long boarding for the first time. It is really fun but also hard and I still don't know how to get off correctly. I roll the board back up the small hill for another round, my dada standing at the top I place one foot on the middle of the rough board and push off with the other, taking a big breath as I start. Than to late, I realize I have pushed of to hard, I am going to fast I am gong to hit the curb and flip if I don't get off. I the last moment i hurriedly jump, to awkwardly to get my balance. The ground spins under me and I shove my arms out to break my fall but as I do and WHAM! My mouth opens to scream but nothing will come, I am scared, the pain is so great, pushing down upon me and centering on my left wrist. As i turn over, I feel a sting in my knee and look down, a mess of blood,

A broken arm.

SOL#22 March 22nd

Books, Books, Books, Books, books: 

They are swallowing we up like lapping waves, pages and pages of books floating, and blowing around me. I am running atop the words, taking avery bit of knowledge in them and leaving the broken letters behind. I stare across the world of books, Divergent, Peter and the star cacher, Fan girl, Harry Potter, The Moffat’s, Ramona, All books from my childhood swirling in front of me, opportunities waiting to be grabbed. 

Then my eyes blink open and I turn to my side to turn of my still glowing lamp, as I turn, many books fall from my blankets, all of them half opened, all of the opportunities that I have grabbed for.   

SOL#19 March 19th

Smack! the screen door slams behind me as I burst out in to the cool air. I jump from the stone steps, leaping over the last two. My cousin and I are on our way to the small beach a few blocks down from my grandparents house. There are not many beaches around here, in Wisconsin but that means they are all pretty good and strangely not super crowded. I drag a towel and boogie board from the side of the house and fling everything in to the back of the car, Then we buckle our seat belts, the strap rubs against our bare shoulders because we are both in our swim suits. The sun filters in I see clouds in the distance, but ignore them. We pull in to the beach and dump our stuff in a pile before running in to the water. I don`t notice until the murky waters of lake Michigan  are up to my knees how icy cold it is and as I look behind me, the clouds that are rolling in.

SOL#18 march 18th

Click... my lamp turns off. I am tired, I can feel it in my eyes but I cant sleep. I lay down but things keep catching my eye, innocent shadows I think about the day, school, work, due dates, slice of life... Wait, SLICE OF LIFE. I look at the clock, the minuets ticking fast and jump out of my bed. As I do, the tiredness spreads all over me, Darn I think. Where is my computer. I creep downstairs trying not to make noise in one swift motion, the laptop is in my hands and I am headed for the stairs. once in my room, I click on my light and write this. My first   Almost Forgotten Late Night SOL. Or AFLNSOL

SOL #17 March 17th

This book, this book with pages of fire, steel and silk,
This book that the power to make me stay cramped in a room for hours just to get to the last word,
This book, it makes my hands shake and face glow red
This book, that makes tears sting my eyes, and my face go white
This book, it makes me shout with happiness and and breath heavy with fear
This stupid, wonderful book, DIVERGENT.

SOL # 16 March 16th

I stare in to the bright redness of it, floating to the top of the bowl, I drop the sugar cube in and it lands lazily at the bottom bringing a swirl of bright red along with it, combining the two colors in the cup. It reminds me of fire works  dissolving in to the sky. My mouth waters at the taste of the fresh passion fruit and slight tanginess of orange on the back of my tongue.  A drop of sweet red lands on my finger and I  flick it off, and watch it fly right in to the waiting mouth of the dog, the big, fluffy, begging dog.  I sigh, thats where everything seems to end up these days, in the mouth of a dog.  

SOL#15 march 15th

"GO" yells the person in the middle and I try as hard as I can to get a hold on Sofie I wrap my legs around her and my arm ps strain to hold tighter. I shove hard and ram us both on to the ground we are both huffing, puffing, and laughing "OK,OK,OK" she shouts and I let go our faces are red as we try to get the dirt and grass off of our faces. We are playing lap tag after the last performance.

SOL#14 March 14th

I am so tired... My eyes are drifting shut... One thought runs through my head,must sleep... As my eyes drift shut and my mind flys away, I think of my SOL that I never did and jump up to grab the computer but than NO WIFI I run downstairs and grab the iPad and yes!!!! It works!!!!!!!!!! I am so relieved that I can hop back in to my already warm bed and go to sleep, after I write this that is. GOOD NIGHT  :)

SOL#13 March1 3rd

I am very small, sitting on the makeshift bed in my cousins room it is the night before Easter and we are snuggled up in our pajamas waiting for our mothers to come read us our Easter book that we read every year on the night before Easter. We have the book sitting between us as we wait. I am just able to read the title. The Country Bunny And The Little Gold Shoes. than our Moms come in and pull our covers over us next they begin to read and my mind drifts away to the land of Easter bunnies as my mind drifts to darkness.

SOL#12 March 12th

I reach my hand in to the prickly thicket of blackberry bushes and try to avoid getting pricked to hard, while still getting enough for the pie "HEY" My little cousin shouts from behind me "I found some good ones!" she says. I carefully pull my hand out of the bush and laugh, its covered in dark purple juice. Then I run around to Helen (My cousin) and we get as many berries as we can. then we carry our full baskets and mouths in to the house. We rinse the berries and pour them in to a pot to cook. than we run back outside and play on the rope swing and breath in the cool wisconsin air.

SOL# 11 March 11th

My dusty hand clamps on to the rock ahead of me and my feet strain to keep up, my red dirt colored braids sit on my back as I pop my head over the edge of the high goblin. when I  look down, there is a steep edge with the ruts of other people hiking boots stuck in to it. I look down at my own hiking shoes that are now huge clumps of red mud. I carefully stet to step sideways across the hill as it slants up and quickly turn, grab the side of the edge and swing myself across to a cozy little hollowed out space that is completely smooth than i sit down and look over the rim. the air is clear, and the other campers look like ants.

SOL#10 book blog

Divergent by Veronica Roth. Part one

Beatrice lives in Abnegation, one of the five factions. she has just turned 16 and must decide where she wants to go. Amity, the peaceful. Erudite, the intelligent. Candor, the honest. Dauntless, the brave. or stay in Abnegation (the selfless) with her family. Each person, whenever they turn 16 must go through a test no one knows what the test will be like but they know they must do it. Beatrice Does the test but her tests results are inconclusive, making her Divergent. The next day at the choosing ceremony, She chooses to leave her family and become dauntless where they leap on and off of moving trains and fight all day. she meets a girl named Christina who becomes her friend and also makes an enemy, Peter. Her trainer is Four a mysterious boy only a little older than her. Once joined in to Dauntless, she changes her name to Tris, trying to leave behind her past life in Abnegation.      

SOL#9 march 9th

I breath in a long breath. there is a feeling in the pit of my stomach that i am trying to ignore, i should`t be scared nothing will happen. its going to be fine. why are are you even scared, i keep telling and asking myself these things but the heavy feeling will not subside. I am standing, frozen, a few yards from the shore and the water rises and falls dramatically around me. My board bumps against my legs and my pals are wet with sweat and salt water. my hair is drying in to salty curls as it always does when i get it in the ocean.I had just rode a wave in and  decided to go back out when i HUGE wave came down way to big to catch "DIVE, DIVE" My dad shouts i stand there paralyzed with fear for a minuet before throwing the board aside and dive or rather take a big breath and tuck the water pulls me in to itself I am shaking, salt water fills my mouth and stings on my face. I shove my hand up and grasp only air, witch for once is a good thing. I am pushed by the wave out on to the edge of the water and somehow the board is still attached to my wrist. and that is why i am not out in the thicket of waves instead, i am walking on to the shore to take this annoying wet suit off.      

SOL#8 march 8th

"hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm-click-hhhhhhhmmmmm-click-hhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm-click-hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm-click. the sewing machine slowly punctures the fabric and pulls the thread trough as I watch it carefully so that my stitches stay on the edge of the black fabric that is printed the russian stacking dolls. I don`t know what to make so I decide to make a basic pillow... after about an hour of sewing, stuffing, modifying, adding, and face timing my friends, I am satisfied. Soon I find myself Running out the door and walking out to car. the air swirling around me and the warm breez feels nice. I am trying to enjoy my last day of weekend.

SOL #7 march 7th

" And blackout" David says it is the middle of the day of rehearsal and I am tired... Suddenly I hear my que line and hurry on stage, I meet eyes with my fellow caters that share the scene and we disappear behind the heavy black drapes. A few minuets later our music starts and we count the seconds until we slowly curve on to the stage and then sit in the corner, our backs pressed against the hard wooden pump as we say our lines and I cut up a paper doll. the bright lights blare in to my eyes and make it hard to see things past the edge of the carpet and the audience is completely shadowed out. Then we exit the stage and walk back to our corner on the risers and continue talking.

SOL#6 March 6th

Squuuiiiiiisssshhh, the sound reaches my ears as I try to wrench my riding boot out of the super thick and sticky mud. "ssssiiigggghhhh" my boot is covered with mud.  I try to dodge the tufts or red hair flying of of Napoleon while still being close enough to brush him. We can't ride today because the ring is made up of ice and snow. It is weirdly warm out and the sun feels good. I feel so tired and I wish the day would be over...

SOL #5 march 5th

I dont know what to write,

the keys feel like heavy stones as inside my head is full of groans.

 I don`t  know what to write.

My skin crawls and all I cane see is walls, blocking the gate of what my creativity can make,

I don`t know what to write,

 Now look, I have found something to write, and my imagination flies like a kite.

I don't know what to write.

 And now it is the end and this poem has been condemned. I didn't know what to write.

SOL #4 march 4th

"WWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHEEEEEEEE!!!!" I shout, my super short hair bowing behind me, and loud theme music playing all around me I have have a huge smile plastered to my face as me and my mom fly up and down on the dumbo ride, yes its in disney world and my first time. I stare at the big plastic dumbo ears pretending to blow in the wind and look at the hard seat in the middle of his back, "why are we sitting inside him?" I wonder but that thought is quickly replaced by excitement as the ride ands and we move on to the teapots! (yes this was a long time ago so I was very little)

El deafo

Cece Belle is four years old when she gets very sick and goes deaf. She has no idea what is going on but she tries to go along with it, Why does she have to go to so many doctors? Why does nothing make sense? And WHY cant she hear anyone??? When Cece is about six, she gets her first hearing aid, a big weird thing that she has to wear around her chest in a pouch. Then she starts kindergarten, and goes to a school with a bunch of other kids that are just like her! but then, once the year is over she has to start normal school and live through the embarrassment, good friends, bad friends and lots of other things in her school life.


i thought that this book was very good and has a good message. it is a graphic novel just so you know, it is also a very quick read.

Sol #2 March 2nd

"THERE IT IS" I  shout "Or there it WOULD be except for the incredibly thick covering of fog over the shoreline, we have walked the five or so blocks from our hotel room to reach the beach. Once we start to feel the heavy sand swallow up our feet, Elliott and I kick off our shoes and clothes and run in to the water in our swim suits. Elliott runs out ahead but I stop when the cold water touches my knees and look around, I am in a place where I can't see through the fog to shore but no one is out this far in the water. I cant hear anything but the steady rushing of the waves. when I breath in, I feel the huge amount of moisture in the air and the saltyness of it on my tongue.

SOL #1 march first

SSSSCCRRREEEEEECCCHHh... sounds the old medal swing as i try and bundle my bare fists tighter together. i squeeze my cold eyes together and try and think of summer, sun, waves, warmth... but no its to hard even to imagine with the blank, grey, still air floating around me like like a boat on still water before a storm. the frozen metal of the thin bench slats starts to dig in to my legs and make them even colder. i stand up, look around, there is nothing new just the same old park, i blink my eyes and then flee to the house.