Travel Journal: Log 2 In wich I explain why my back is sore 22-30

Thursday: My granny (Abuela Maggie) took me to an aunts house for their dogs birthday party, Bonita. Well Bonita's birthday was really an excuse for them to hang out so I went to play with my Tia Carla. She is very sweet an d we played alot, we played Uno  watched Tron (again), Toy Story 2 (again), and played war. It was reallly really fun and incase anyone cares I am still sick. :C

Friday: HUZZAH! It's chrismas right? NO! but I still opened presents. I alwyas open three or four a day before christmas :). WEll around six something I went to my Tia Consuelo's house to a party and I was still kinda sick but my sister got even sicker so she had all of her defenses down leaving me with my too cousins Jan (five years old) and Cesar (2 years old). I played with them the whole night just running around and playing tag. You know, normal running games... It was really fun and they are so adorable *squeak*

Saturday-Monday: Well I opened the rest of my presents so I played video games most of the day. The parade thing was across the street from where I live so my mom invited Cesar, Jan, and many aunts and uncles to see it and all that family quality time. I did the same thing I did before play hide-&-seek, Tag, Sardine, Dominoes, Doodled, etc. And they were so adorable. But at one point I asked both of them for a hug and they fought each other to give me the hug (awww) so they ran up to me to give me the hug and I fell back into the floor and hit my head giving a chain reaction to my back wich is now sore.

Tuesday-Friday: Nothing just playing video games and listening to music although my mom has been blasting ABBA to wake us up in the morning I've been waking up at seven or ten a.m. so I practically have nothing to do in the mornings. Plus my mom is making me go shopping wich I really don't like.

Travel Journal: Day 1 In wich I resume what I've done for six day

Thursday- Friday:    Since Thursday the 15 I've been feeling down-ish,  My head hurt terribly and by then end of  the day I had ended as box of Kleenex.  My mom picked me up early because in the morning I had stated that I really wasn't feeling too good. In result I had a fever and therefore I couldn't go to school on Friday. I stayed in bed for most of the day and occasionally played Wii until my head hurt again and I fell asleep. When I woke up again to try and post a travel log their was no internet connection.

Saturday- Tuesday: I still have my fever but it lowered down a bit. My mom decided to take me and my sister out to the movies and see Puss in Boots (SOOOO CUTTEE *squeak*).  Also J.J. if you are reading this I saw you there, I was the one hollowing awww and daww all the way throughout the movie. Well before that I got hurt with the door in front of the closet. I don't mean the closet door, it's just that one door is too close too the other. Well the point is that my sister pushed the door while I had my foot there and the friggin' door scraped me about four fingers above the ankle and it still hurts. On Monday I got a haircut, finally. SO it is basically the same length with the same bangs from the ears to my face and from the back of my head to the other side of my ears it  degrades the length. I really don't know what is the name of the but or anything because I basically don't care much for the names. :) Also I still have my foot injury wich hurts like crazy because it still is on the second skin layer and starting to form the top layer.

Wednesday: Internet returned today. HUZZAH!! Nobody really says huzzah anymore it's kinda sad... I liked huzzah. Well today I stayed home with my fever, it is almost gone by now but I'm still coughing like crazy. I fell asleep twice today, once in the morning and then in the afternoon. The first layer of skin is completely finished so I can wear closed shoes again... Wait I didn't even wear shoes indoors I stay with socks every time and then rinse my feet for five minutes, yeah I really don't like to get my feet dirty. Finally I am nearly done with The Secret Life of Bees. Yeah that pretty much fills it all in. 

Happy December related Holidays everyone.

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Stradlater's Composition

He used to have a baseball glove, before, you know he died. I own it now. It was real special to him, it really was. He used to write poems in it to see at the baseball games when there was no batter.

            The leather is worn out. It used to be light brown, the color of coffee sprinkled with cream and milk. Now it is dark, like wooden dark. Not ebony but pine tree wood like of dark. You could still read all his poems though, all in green ink. He’d never use another color.

            The poems are everywhere, up the finger, down the webs, between his palms, and encompassing the rim. Not all of it was his though, most were. Frost, Poe, Williams, Smart, Macari, they were all there. Not only are there poems in that glove, but sadness hangs in an air around it. So young, he could have been something bigger than just a baseball player or a poem writer; he could of reach somewhere more than school.

            His name was Tony. He died before, eight years old, so young. Of leukemia, on his deathbed he handed it over, his precious glove. I still remember the smile he had on his face that day, July 18, 1946. His head in its little heart shape was glowing, not because of the reflection of the screen that could only play bad soap operas, but it was a natural glow, an inside glow. Even with all the tubes and needles he was still smiling, even with the lack of his hair wich we all loved he was still smiling, in that tiny room filled with all of us crying and weeping he was smiling. Bringing a smile into such a room, whose green light puke walls hold the stench that hospitals have that’s supposed to smell like clean yet it smells like a fake try to make alcohol. His smile was pretty much what kept us alive. I still remember his red head. He was a real red head, not a ginger or dyed but natural coral red. We used to go golfing together; he could be 100 miles away and you would still know he was there, his hair was that red.

            Not only as he a red head but he was really smart too, much smarter than me. Such a shame he died. All his teachers wrote to mom, to say how a pleasure it was to have a kid like Tony in their class. They weren’t just writing bull like most do but they were serious, you ever had him in your class and you’d be the same. His sunny disposition I still charming, probably hangs around with his past teachers, they loved him they really did.

          No matter how much sadness hung in his glove, his warm smile stayed there. In the glove, in the green ink, in the leather, in the poems it stayed there. Tony wrote many, some weren’t his. Some Frost others Angelou even Bryant. But the ones his own were fabulous, no kidding. Most he wrote about me or Daniel, our big brother. Others he wrote about the family or holidays or even baseball. He wouldn’t write sad poems though, he didn’t like it, but he still did because they were part of him. He barely wrote about himself, there were a maximum of four poems that he wrote about himself and in three of those he included me. Even in the one about Rosen, Grandma’s dog, he included me. The dog loved him a lot yet he wrote about her final good-bye, to me. I knew he loved Rosen with all his tiny little heart, she did say good-bye to him after all he was the last one to see her before she died yet he wrote about her last good-bye to me. It went a bit like this:

Sun kissed fur

With welcoming blue eyes

Leaping, jumping,

All over Stradlater

Licking his face,

This was the last day

For Rosen

The last breath in the house

Came from her

Licking Stradlater