Maybe Road

So my little sister sent me a project for her school that I think was really neat. They read a story about a boy that became a little paper doll and was sent across the states to different people and then sent home. So her class colored little dolls, named them after themselves and sent them on to people to take pictures and write stories about what the dolls did at the persons house. After two weeks they were sent home. I have always wanted to do something similar and so this was a really fun project. I think it would be a lot of fun if you could really do this. I have some many friends that are in places that I wish I could see and this method would be the cheapest of all! Too bad that shrinking yourself down to travel is not possible.

Well my Brother over at tsaot.com started the one hundred push-up challange at hundredpushups.com. After hearing about it I decided to look it over. Needless to say I have started as well. I will admit that I am not in the best of shape right now, so this is where I am starting. The same people withe push-up also have made www.twohundredsitups.com. I can do alot more sit-up then push ups. But then again I have always been able to do more of the one then the other. I am trying to keep this up so that in the end I can try to sell plasma again.

Yes I am going to try to sell plasma. I want to use this to start saving money. If I can get around 40 dollars a week and put it all in savings; then in a month I could have 160 in saving. In a year I could have over a thousand. I really want to be able to make this goal soon. So 100 push-up could maybe help. So far each time I have gone to sell plasma I have been told that one of my veins are too small and I need to do arm exercise to help and maybe make this work. Good luck me.

On another note, never eat sour cream that has had any mold in it at all. This can make you sick and going to classes hard. Now all I have to do is admit to my teacher what I did and that I was too sick to make it class. Trust me, no one wants a person that is throwing up in their class. I wouldn’t want to be a student at that class either. For some reason I can not see that raising the moral of the call very much.

Blast it all. Why does it seem that every time you accomplish something that felt overwhelming someone always brings it down? I mean really. Even though it seem small to everyone else, it was making my life imposable. But of course I should have keep my mouth shut and not said anything because now I just feel worse. Can the world just give me one break this week?

Beyond the final straw that has made me hate everything, I still have an in class quiz, econ homework, math homework, kanji review, and vocabulary review. Class is in an hour and I really don’t want to go. Blast.

The Drawer

It was a drawer. To the casual observer the drawer could hold things such as clothing, jewelry, or maybe files (if they were small of course). The drawer kept its secrets of what it really was. You see the drawer had a bad habit of tucking away important items until the third time a person would look for an item. Your socks needed for a meeting so that you had a matching outfit? Well if the drawer felt pity for you; you might have the socks before you left. But more often than not the drawer did not like you.

The drawer had once been a normal drawer you see. It had learned that it served a higher order to the degree of which it came. While to you and me this is not important; to the drawer it was most certainly the most important. The drawer made sure to socks and such things where in a proper place and folded for when the person would open the drawer to retrieve said item. If it held papers that needed to be filed, well sometimes it would file them itself. But as I already mentioned the drawer had obtained a terrible habit.

How this happened is such. After the 34^th owner had been careful to make sure thing where in a proper order upon closing the drawer the 35^th owner made no such practices. The owner kept whatever they deemed could fit by shoving and stuffing the drawer full. There were socks, undergarments, papers of importances, and even a moldy sandwich that stayed there for an indescribable amount of time.

“Well this just won’t do” the drawer finally thought in indignation. It was done with trying to put things in an order that would make it so the owner might be able to find something in the mess. And so it started to tuck things in between the minutes* so that if it truly wishes to give it back it could, but it found more oft then not it did not.

Now the owners would do the strangest things when something would go missing. Some would yell, others would blame the roommate, some would the clean the entire room (which the drawer liked the best), while a few would just break down and cry. This last group is the one that the drawer would take pity on if they kept the room and itself neat most of the time. But to this day the drawer has yet to repent of it bad habit and it most likely will continue until it dies.

*Now the distinction of the hours and minutes that must be made is this. If one tucked say a trinket in to a minute (or rather it is a half a minutes time that it takes up) one is able to retrieve said trinket at a moment’s notice. If one tucks it into a hour (or precisely a 40^th of a piece of a hour) the trinket must stay there until the sun rises at the moment the second hand reaches 40 seconds on the 34^th and a half day after it was put there. Until then there is no retrieving it and after that point, well it is safe to say the guardians of the hours have many thing to play with and sell if they need to.

©Rachel Howell 2009

Well my brother is in a class in which he must write three hundred words a day. In light of this I will all so be writing many things. Although I most likely will not be keeping up with his blog entries as I am busy with all of my home work and activities as well. Right now most of my free time does not exist. What does exist is school and work. Anything else would be a fun alternative (wast of time). I have yet to brave the bookstore and look at my books. Mostly because I spent most of my money on a new laptop so I can take notes in my classes. So in some cases right now it seems that I have really pulled one over on my self. But no matter what I will go on and try to figure some thing out. (By the way, this post is not 300 words long by any means.)

I am heading back to my apartment to day after spending the holidays at my parents house. It has been a lot of fun with some memorable moments. I have taken a lot of pictures of my sister for her high school senior pictures, gone down to Warren twice and got a new computer one of the times, played at Dave and Busters to celebrate my birthday, and had fun playing with my sibling with the nerf gun. I am the only one with a nerf gun. But as all good things end, this time is quickly comming to a close. I will be taking two planes and have a five hour wait frome the one to the other.

It is really early in the morning and I am half awake. The house is silent and all of the old ghosts of the house are sleeping. 

The reason I say ghosts is this house is old and is a maze of 22 rooms. The floors are creaky to a fault with the occasional random door opening. It is a lot of fun for an old house. There is a pool located in the backyard and at the edge of the property an old barn. Much of the house is add-ons to the original house. The original house was a small farm house. Slowly the house was built up, out to the sides, down and a apartment for the mother-in-law. Hide-in-seek games are long and without a doubt fun for adults and children alike. All in all this house is like a living growing piece of history.

There is a legend of the house as well. But that is another road to follow …

An thus the blog begins…