There's always a mental blockade in my mind, that cannot put what I am feeling or thinking about into words I don't know if it's just me or if it its just a part of being human. But going beyond the blockade is just impossible. It's like the song that I'm listening to called "Running up that hill" by placebo. It's about how guys and girls can never fully understand each other because our life expierences are so different so no matter what there will always be a barrier or blockade that will always be there no matter how much we try to break through it.

;) So far I have completed the story.  Unfortunatly there is a a 2 month lapse before the "real" end to my story.  Which means that I have to write on twitter for my character, for the next 2 months in order to finish the story...*whimper*.  This is gonna be tiring.

My brother drank from the ice tea bottle. Now I have a sore throat. A** Hole

I was in third grade at my best friend's birthday party. I had never been too into ice skating. Being from Philly, hockey is one of the least popular sports in the city. Nevertheless I was excited to try ice skating. For the first half of ice skating I mainly stayed on the wall, or walking on my skates to create the illusion that i was actually skating. Then, my friend who had been ice skating several times before wanted to help me out. I grabbed her hand and she skated along with me attached. 

It was time for lunch, but with my newfound confidence from skating I was eager to get back out there. I wolfed down my Pizza and watched as the zambini cleaned the ice to perfection. After getting back out, I wanted to test out my new skills. I ventured from the wall and began skating. However, I quickly found myself off balance and face down in the ice. 

Now for this next part, I have no clue exactly how it happened, but someone ran over my lip with their skate. There was blood all over the freshly polished ice, and they had to rush me to the hospital, where I got several stitches. The recovery time took a couple weeks for them to dissolve. Worst birthday party ever.

13 April 2011- Well today is my turn to pitch. I am going up against the Washington Nationals at 7:05 in Washington. But from pitching here last year, it felt like I was in Philly. Joe Blanton did well last night, even though he didn't get the win and gave up 6 runs. I know that not everyone is at a Cy-young caliber but I also know that it is still early in the season. However, I do question weather or not it was a smart move to keep Joe B. in for that long after giving up so many. Well, I suppose I go for a run with some of the teammates and prepare for this game tonight.

She had left us with very simple instructions: complete the class work in relative silence while she talked to the teacher next door.  I had no problem with this; I had always been the good child, the one who follows all directions and never got in trouble.  Until this day, when I saw the cockroach. 

It was in the corner of the carpet and caught my eye as I let my eyes wonder from my book.  I screamed. Loudly. Tr. Dianna came running in, expecting to see a student dead or dying. When she realized that I had made such a commotion over a bug, a dead one at that, she decided to teach me a lesson.  Instead of simply giving me a detention, she crafted a more creative punishment.

The next day, I came to her room with a pencil and sheet of paper as she had instructed. She then placed the dead cockroach on the table in front of me and told me to draw it in detail. I spent 15 minutes dissecting the bug with my eyes. I have never been so disgusted in my life. 

I'll love you till time runs out. 
I'm not a fan of forever, so I'll love you till time runs out is my way of saying I'll love you forever. Time will never run out, no matter what happens. Life keeps going, clocks keep ticking.

Knife fight between three housewives, a middle-aged man with a beard and Mr. Moneybaggs over his over-sized bag of money. (In case you were wondering what happens there.)

It was recess and I was standing at the top of the jungle gym, next to the fireman's pole. I should mention that this piece of the set has now been replace, possibly due to my experience with it.  My back was turned towards the 6 foot drop as I talked to my friend, Yvonne.  Today, I don't even remember what were talking about, though I remember the exact moment that she took a step closer to me.  I tend to be a person who likes her personal space.  At that moment, this space had been invaded.  I took a step back to correct it, never realizing that the floor of the jungle gym ended right behind me, until it was too late.  

I fell backwards and landed on my wrist. I couldn't even feel the pain at first; I was more concentrated on the fact that I couldn't seem to get any air in my lungs.  It was the scariest feeling I've ever experienced.  However, once I regained by breath, I realized that my wrist no longer wanted to move.  At the hospital, I found out that I had buckled, not broken, it.  Honestly, the distinction made little difference to me.  I still had to wear a cast for most of the summer and take a shower with a trash bag on my arm.  

I'm still friends with Yvonne, but have never let her forget that she was primarily responsible for my buckled wrist.