| Death By A Jump Rope... |
[16 Jan 2005|09:01pm] |
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...ok so not really, but close enough. Today, my mom and I bought a jump rope at Eddie Bauer that counts calories and jumps; the works. I decided I would go out in front of our house and give the jump rope a try and I could've sworn I was not only going to freeze to death, beause well it wasn't exactly warm outside, but that I was also going to jump to death since I jumped until I could no longer stand up (which is not the way you're supposed to use a jump rope for the first time since forever). I laid on the ground a couple times because I was just so damn tired and our next door neighbors are VERY caring and nice people so much so that they thought I might've been hurt or something so when they were driving by they stopped and asked if I was OK. Which shocked me because I had already been on the ground a couple times before which other people saw, but nobody who saw before our neighbors who live right next to us actually stopped to make sure I wasn't dead or injured. Shows how much some of the people in our neighborhood care about my personal well-being. I just happen to have a small hunch that I'm probably going to be so sore I can barely move. Which wouldn't suck since I just bought myself two new books to read from Borders. Until next time, God Bless! -Olivia
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| I say ... and you think ... ? |
[16 Jan 2005|09:14pm] |
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- Yoda:: Star Wars
- Mensa:: International
- Pink:: Angels
- Text message:: Cell phone
- Galactic:: Inter-
- Chicks:: Dixie
- Quesadilla:: Mexican Food
- Backpack:: School
- Socket:: Light
- Compromise:: Don't need to
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| Book Of The Moment |
[16 Jan 2005|10:54pm] |
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Ok, so I usually don't write in here about the books I read, inside or outside of school (ok so ALL of the books are never an assignment and I read them simply because I want to and not because I have to), but I will probably start writing about the books I read since lately the books I have read seem to relate to my life right now in some way or another. The books I read at the beginning of the year were just addicting and didn't really have anything to do with my life; in fact I couldn't relate to them at all, but like I said they were addicting and I couldn't seem to put them down until I finished the whole book. So, one of the two (yes, I said TWO) books I'm reading right now is called, "The Perks Of Being A Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky. I just picked it up today at Borders.
It really is an interesting book in the since that the character Charlie in the book writes these letters to a friend who he never addresses in the book. So, just in case you didn't catch on "Charlie" writes the letters and addresses them to a person he just simply calls "friend". His name apparently isn't even Charlie. He changes his name and the names of the people he writes about in his letters so the person he writes to can't figure out who he is. He doesn't put a return address ever on the envelopes because he doesn't want the person to ever find out who he is. He simply just wants to know that there are people out there in the world who will simply just listen to what you have to say instead of always replying with something. I'm drawn to this book mainly because I'm like the character in the book Charlie in the sense that he doesn't have any friends at school and is basically a wallflower. Everybody never really seems to notice him and the teachers think he's a psycho in the sense that he's going to blow up his school or something stupid because of how quiet he. His best friend in the book Michael committed suicide before he started writing these letters to this person and that is one of the main reasons the teachers fear him and think he could be a psycho. I'm a lot like that since I'm a very quiet person, I have no friends at school, I stick to myself never really talking to people, and some people seem to think of me as a freak. But, the book is also interesting because it's a pretty neat idea to think that someone you're writing to as no idea who you are, but they're listening to what you have to say (even if they just throw away the letters you're still venting out everything to someone out in the world and even if the person you're writing to isn't listening someone out there is).
I guess it's like this whole journal thing. I have NO idea if anybody reads this and if they do I usually have no idea who they are unless they're my sister contradicting me and what I write in here. Which is all ok with me except the sister contradicting me part. I mean for all I know there could be one person reading this every time I write in here or there could be more than one person. I guess I will never really know, even though I'm pretty positive nobody actually reads what I have to say; even if it is just me answering "Monday Madness" for the week. Part of me is curious about who could be reading this thing and another part of me could care less since this is my way of getting what I want to say out there in the world, yes even if it is ONLY me reading it.
Until next time, God Bless! -Olivia
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