Snow!

Snow! For the second time in November! During class, I was trying to work but I kept gotten distracted while watching the snow falling outside the window. When class finally let out, I rushed outside to meet up with a bunch of my friends to dance in the snow. It was really exciting. Who knows, maybe this year we'll get a white Thanksgiving, if not a white Christmas.

Ms. Manequin

we drive by
there she is
perfectly proportioned
for a size 2
left hip out
right arm on her hip
left arm at her side
head cocked so she's looking
at something over her left shoulder
she looks like
a little 1st grader's
half finished art project
she has the outline of everything
but no color
her hair changes
different wig every week
dressed for the season
what a dull life
standing like that
how uncomfortable
she's not alive
people say
I think for other people who can't
her skin
pale white for a reason
she doesn't get any sun
her ears aren't complete
for she spends all her time
in the soundproof glass box
with the porcelain dog
the fake fall leaves
how lonely
must be Ms. Manequin

What I Want to do Before I Die

1. go skydiving
2. get married
3. have a day when nobody died
4. do some kind of huge community service project
5. design a shoe
6. be in the newspaper
7. be in love
8. meet Gabe Saporta
9. go to college (and graduate)
10. be the first at anything
11. save a life
12. have one of those spa mud baths
13. get pulled onstage at a concert
14. make a change
15. have kids
16. have a star named after me
17. name a new Crayola color
18. have a meal where everything was some type of chocolate
19. grow taller
20. pet a dolphin (again. last time I was a baby)

Fridays

Happy Friday! I'm so glad that the day is almost over. It's been a looong week, so much drama. I really need a break now, and I will get it soon! Next block I have core plus, which is like study hall. It is a relaxing time to do my work. Then, we have Discovery. I'm in step dancing. I'm happy with that because a bunch of my friends are in it as well.

Journals

I love writing in my journal. I don't write in it a lot, maybe once every two weeks. Although, if there's something that happened two days in a row, I write in my journal about it two or three days in a row. I always right in my journal BEFORE doing any homework. It clears my mind so then I can concentrate on doing my work without the thoughts of the previous day jumbling the works of my mind. It doesn't take very long, but I find it really helpful.

America's Next Top Model

Wow. What a weird show. It's a reality TV series hosted by Tyra Banks. Many aspiring models send in audition tapes, and normally 14 girls are selected to go into the show. Every week, a model (sometimes two if the producers choose) gets eliminated and is no longer in the running to be America's Next Top Model. Every cycle, when the contestants are narrowed down to about six, they all take a trip and continue the show in some other foreign country like Spain, Japan, or Africa. This cycle, they went to Amsterdam. In the end, one winner is selected as America's Next Top Model. They get some things with Covergirl Cosmetics and a contract with some modeling agency, as well as a six page spread in Seventeen Magazine. It is one of the stupidest shows in the world. All these girls do is have a pretty face and nice body, walk around in designer clothes in a fashionaby, unnatural way, and have nice pictures taken of them. Most of the time, the girls who aren't perfect barbies get sent home. The only reason I sometimes watch it is because there's just something about it that makes it so entertaining and funny to laugh at. These girls are so stupid, yelling at each other a lot. I would suggest watching it if you are in the mood to laugh at something, but don't take it seriously.

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I'm so mad right now. I was invited to one of my best friend's birthday parties. It would be an all girl's sleepover in Great Wolf Lodge, a nice hotel with an indoor water park. I was so excited thinking about it. Boyyy my parents are so strict. They won't let me go because I have a bat mitzvah for a girl who I really am not good friends with and I think only invited me because her mom made her. My parents say that if I reply to an invitation it is my duty to go, no matter what. This is a once in a lifetime party, but I have to sit my but in some synagogue scratching my uncomfortable pantyhose. All of my other friends have been talking about it all day, and some of them have been so annoying, rubbing it in my face saying "Omg, isn't my bikini for the party sooo cute?" or "Oh have fun at the bat mitzvah!" in a sarcastic way. The very few people nice to me just put on a fake unhappy frown and say "Oh, I'm so sorry." I hate that as well because it makes me feel like people need to be sorry for me. I just wish my parents weren't so strict and I could go to one of my best friend's party!!! I am so mad right now at my parents and some of my friends, I actually cried. Boy, I sure hope my parents feel reaaaally bad right now. You see what you guys have put me through? All of this Jewish torture?

On my mind

Right now, I'm thinking about too many other things to concentrate on my story, so I figured I will get them out of my head.
I am really tired at the moment. I threw up during lunch which really sucked. Next block, I have to run the mile. I'm kind of nervous and anxious. I hope I won't be really tired because I'm exhausted already. I reaaallly want to just go back to sleep. I also have ballet class later today, but were taking company pictures. I'm really thirsty now as well. I want some fresh, cold water, like Aquafina perhaps.

The Biggest Footprint Of Them All: Part 3

Where would they travel to? This was the main question roaming around Toxins. Soon, the government found an answer. They would migrate to the land of Spickandspan, in the galaxy of Freshaire. This place seemed perfect. It was very large, big enough for everyone to have a lot of space. The air there was really clean and fresh. There was no pollution. All the rivers trickled with water fresh enough it seemed like it was purified. There was just one pr0blem....it was so far away. The habitants of Toxins didn't know how they were going to get themselves and all of their belongings over to Spickandspan.

Their belongings....were they really essential? They were going to be traveling to this new world with new plants, new rivers, new everything. This was a change to start over, to do right this time. The people of Toxins realized they didn't need their gas gurgling vehicles, their portable Starbucks stores. They were able to take a journal and another prized possetion. They needed to get off of this planet immediately.

Hailie and her family began packing to leave the next morning, with the first group of people departing Toxins. The packing took less than 15 minutes. Everyone was nervous, anxious. What if they never survived? It was worth a try. People were going to work together to use less gas, saving our enviroment. They all figured that they would rather die trying to save themselves and each other than being toxinated by the fumes that they were spewing out into their world.

The End