Thursday, February 26, 2009

New schedule

I apologize, I haven't had a chance to post for awhile. Life has been hectic, which is busier than just really busy. Anywho, I will only try posting once per week now, starting next week. Expect the posts to come Monday nights anywhere from 6:30 to 11:00 PM, EST.
And because I need to get it out on paper, here's what my schedule has been like with more than just times I leave the house included.

Tue-Science, creative writing, public speaking classes, debate
Wed-Babysitting in morning and at night

Taking care of siblings
Homework from classes/CAP
Regular school besides homework
Misc. other stuff

Debate tournament starting this Friday, I had to get alot done to be ready for it.
CAP always has more than just Saturday meetings.

I'm probably forgetting something, oh well. It's out there now to an extent at least and I feel better.


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

My first nightmare

I suppose technically it probably wasn't my first nightmare, but it's the first I remember. In fact, it's the first dream I remember period.

The dream started all yellow. There was a ferris wheel, I was riding on it. My dream view was out of body, so I was watching myself ride it. Then two cartoonized dragons swooped into view. One was red, the other blue. They circled the ferris wheel, acting friendly enough. But then the wheel stopped, with my seat at the very top. Then the dragons started breathing fire, and set the ferris wheel on fire. I was watching the flames slowly reach me, even though I wasn't in my body so to speak. The ferris wheel started to crumble and fall, when I woke up crying. My dad came to get me, and I slept with him for the rest of the night.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Cape Cod trip

We took a trip to Cape Cod way back, I was in the stroller for some of it, so that gives you an idea how long ago it was. I was probably 3-4 years old. I don't remember much from the trip, except that there was this ferris wheel, probably in a festival of some sort. My dad asked if we (me and Anne) wanted to ride on it. I absolutely didn't want to, because it was so tall, so we didn't. It was dark and we went to the small cabin we rented. There our parents gave each of us a little toy (James was born and got something). Mine was a plastic dome with little balls in it. Facing inward were four hippos, with little buttons on their backs. When you pressed the button, the hippo's neck would extend and it would chomp down on anything in front of it. The goal was to get as many of the balls as possible. We had loads of fun playing it. Then we went to bed. That night I had my first nightmare, which I'll write about tomorrow.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Tunnel that leads anywhere

Me, James, and John used to share the biggest room in the house, which is up against the bathroom. There's a removable panel on the bedroom wall, to get to various pipes for the tub. We always thought it was more than that though. So I convinced James that it was a tunnel leading everywhere in the world. But not only that, it also had a fountain with any drink you could want just inside it. He bought it, and that's how we left things for quite awhile. As you can see we had active imaginations.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Lost in Canada

We went to a hotel in Canada during Valentines day for a vacation. That's all I remember about the trip, except that we went to a huge arcade. We were having a ton of fun, but then I got lost. I stopped to look at a game, and when I turned back around my family had disappeared. I had enough sense to find a worker and tell her I was lost. She asked what my parents looked like, and I described my mom, though not very well. I got as far as the color of her shirt (green) and the color of her hair (black). It felt like forever even though I'm told it was only a few minutes, and I was scared the whole time. But finally we were reunited and enjoyed the rest of the day. But ever since then, and even at 15 I'm still struggling to shake off, I've been scared stiff of getting lost. In stores my mom will ask us kids to run off and get things. I do it, but my legs are jelly the whole time and thoughts of being lost forever run amuck in my mind. Like I said, recently i've been getting better but it definitely was a major life changing event.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Breaking my arm

Ok here's a big one. Me breaking my arm is actually pretty boring. I slept in a bunk on the bottom bed, which was high off the ground for a bed. I rolled over for whatever reason, and fell off. I landed on top of my right arm, which broke. I didn't cry, it didn't hurt much. But when my dad came to check on me, I couldn't move my arm. It was late so I just slept on the couch with my dad.

At the hospital I only remember one thing. I had to lay on a conveyor belt thing with my arm positioned just so. Then the belt brought me through something, out the other end.

While I had my cast life was frustrating. I'm right handed, but due to the nature of my break/cast I couldn't use my right hand. Have you tried eating sphagetti with your non-dominant hand? It's tough. But eventually the cast came off, and life went back to 'normal'.

My left and right

It's kinda funny how before you know left and right, everything feels normal. Yet, after you know it's hard to believe you could live without such knowledge. It took me awhile to catch on, but then one day at six flags I found out how to go about learning it. I had a wart on a finger on my right hand. So I asked my mom which was which, and from then on I never had any trouble.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Family demographic

Not sure demographic is the correct word... oh well. Life has been hecticly awesome except for the getting sick part. But unfortunately in all the bustle I haven't been able to post in a while. But I'll make it up with a handfull right now.

In a big family I suppose it's natural for kids to group up, by age or interest. Since most of us are two years apart agewise you'd think it wouldn't work quite right, but it did.

At first it was just me and Anne, and we did pretty well together. Then James came along. Me and Anne have always been pretty close, but Me and James probably have the strongest connection. Now here's the slightly interesting part. As far as age goes, me and James are actually the closest at one and a half years, and James and John are the furthest apart at two and a half years. That's always been the dividing line, reinforced by the fact that for ages James was completely disgusted by John for no particular reason.

Then Maddie and Peter came, making the groups equal. We referred to the younger three as the littles or the babies, and still do out of habit even though there's now two more babies in the house. The rift between the two halves is closer now than it used to be, but there's still a very distinct line there. And with Peter and Chris being five years apart, that means Chris and Luke will likely be their own pair. I'm excited for that, I'm praying I'll be able to see the relationship me and James have in them.