Sport t' Sport

This is my fourth blog today and now I'm really starting to struggle for a topic. Well...my volleyball team has started up again. We actually started a new team, The Panthers, and broke off from The Patriette Lights. I really like my teammates and I love the sport but I realize I really want to play soccer. Now I really like volleyball but I'm sorry soccer is the sport. There really is no competition; It has all the best aspects of other sports: running, scoring, "accidentally" tripping people, teammates, passing, quick reflexes, and sometimes weird sign language from you coach telling you to do something strange. I'm thinking about joining a team but all the girl's teams have so many girls on them that each player doesn't get to play that much, which I really don't like. Anyway, even if I don't end up playing soccer I still got volleyball.

Five Books

OK, so this is my third blog today and I'm running out of things to write about... I got something. I know we read books for Mrs. Musick's class and quite a few but that's not really enough for me. I'm actually in another Lit. class that reads a book every two weeks; I think this week's book is Moby Dick. This week I finished five books (none of them were for my other class) and hope to finish Ben Hur by Saturday but am not counting on it. One of the books was Black Like Me (which I really liked). And the rest of them were the Tolkien series The Lord of the Rings, including the Hobbit. Now truthfully I don't really like fantasy or whatever you call the series but I was feeling really bad because I've never read any of the books and they are really famous, and because my brother has to read the Hobbit for Lightning Lit. and I wanted to have a race, which I won. Back to the point. I never realized how many different authors pulled for Tolkien in their writing. When you start reading more and more books you find that you recognized aspects of a character or setting in other books which actually helps you understand the second guys book because you can see where he got his inspiration. I just think it's interesting that the more you read the more you can understand other authors and their writing.

Stealing from Little Children

So I went on another trip this week also. I went up to Baltimore to visit my other brother Vito. Well this visit started off with my mom and I waking up at three am to catch our flight. After two flights, a delay, and the time wasted because my brother is late picking us up, we leave the airport for good that day. My brother and his wife, Jingwan, decide to take my mom and I to a parade (don't ask me why). We arrive at the parade and kids are everywhere, not kidding (haha did you see the word play...KIDding. Sorry I won't ever do that again.). They are in strollers, on the ground, laying in the grass, in the trees, on their parents (I saw one little boy ridding on his father's shoulders licking his dad's bald head). So when I get to the parade I don't feel out of place, I feel the competition. I have to compete with all these little cute kids for the candy they handout in the floats. But whatever I'm up for the challenge. I'm out there with the best of them, struggling to appear as innocent and big checked. That's when I realized I have a weapon they don't. Humiliation. If I looked as sad as I really felt for competing with these little babies the candy-hander-outers would feel so bad for the teenager who has to go to parades and sit with four years old to get candy. That's when the candy started rolling in. Best part of my trip.

CA

So unfortunately I have not been staying completely on track of my blogging so I'm down a couple and am going to have to write about four today so I'm not making any promises that they're going to be interesting in anyway. So last week I traveled to visit my brother Michael in California.

Number 1 misconception about California- It is not hot. It is not even warm.
Number 2- The sun does not always shine but the wind always blows.
Number 3- Everyone is not tan.
Number 4- You don't get to surf in a bikini. You have to wear a wet suit.
Number 5- That you shouldn't listen to your brother when he tells you it is 70 degrees and to not bring a coat.

Other than all that that it was really fun. So one the third or fourth day I was in California I decided to go for a run. The loop around my brother's campus is supposed to be 2.5 miles and I decide that going around it twice would give me just enough time to shower and get ready to go to mass at five with my brother's girlfriend's parents. So my mom and I set out and I'm running faster than usual since I don't want to be late so my mom can't keep up with me. She quits after one loop and I go on. Now I don't know if I just consumed in thinking or that I was staring at my feet but when I was supposed to turn I just kept running straight. Suddenly it hits me to start looking for the street that I need to turn down on. So I decide just to try one out and go down it for three blocks when I figure it's the wrong street and have to turn around and rerun the three blocks. I do this on about five different streets and every time I try a new one I'm getting farther and farther away for my brother's campus. After my feet begin to ache and my throat gets tired of gasping of air I decide just to turn completely around and redo everything I've and just go back the way I know. Now I'm sprinting because I think I'm going to make it back by five; I almost tripped a scat boarder guy. I run up my brother's steps, jump into some new clothes, and learn that my brother isn't going. Later I calculated that I almost ran all the way to the highway; I also learned that my mom toke me on a loop (the first loop) that was longer that 3 miles. All in all I easily ran over ten miles.

What I Really Want

You know what I really want to do. Of you course you don't. Anyway, I really want to learn how to surf. I mean I really really want to. I know how to snowboard and do that. I mean you should see the the skid marks I make on our grass, I've given up on snow. However, I've decided when I visit my brother in California in a few weeks we are going to the beach and I'm going to learn. The other thing I want to do after that is to rock climb. I'm not talking about the rock climbing wall in the big bang theory; I mean on a real cliff with some eminent danger. I have done some climbing on real cliffs but that was different. While we were in France this women toke my two brothers and I via ferraring (don't think that's how you spell it) on this very sheer cliff; in fact, it was so steep that my mom who is extremely athletic decided that even she didn't want to do. At one point we were climbing horizontally rather than up. A couple hundred feet in the air there was this bridge that you had to cross. But it wasn't a bridge so much as a tight wire with only a really high wire to hold on to which poses a problem if your short like me. Even though that was really fun it wasn't exactly rock climbing so that's still on my list of the thing I want to do. So watch out, in a little bit you may see my name in the new paper on the front page as the most talented surfer and rock climber... and then in the obituaries.

Trouble

So I've decided I need to get into more trouble. When I was younger I was the average kid. I did all my homework except my math (I mean who didn't cheat on their math and look at the answers in the back. Hannah we all heard the story about "answers may vary"). I complained about writing and then when I was forced to do so anyway I would write, "I hate writing. I hate writing. This is so stupid. Why do I have to do this." Then after that stage of life I started getting into a lot of trouble. I mean either I was doing something stupid, or I was just plain stupid. In fact I was getting into so much trouble that I started to not like it. I mean there is only so much guilt that someone wants to feel. After a while it's not that much fun anymore. So that's when I started working harder, becoming smarter, and just over all becoming a better person. But don't worry that's all over now.

Does it get better than this? I really hope so.

What to blog about? O okay I thought of something. I have been driving for more than a year now and I could have gotten my license a while ago; however, I always seem to be doing something but finally today I got around to it. So I go to the licensing administrating place and I know it is a bad day to do this because all of the people there are all unhappy that it is Valentines day. Seems people don't like Valentines day when they're single. Shocking! Anyway a women comes out and tells me she's my licensor (licenser?). I'm going to give some advice here. If you going to get your license and your evaluator is a women go home. I'm not really sure if this advice applies to guys but if your a girl, leave. Anyway, I end up failing the test. I did everything perfect except that I didn't do a head check while I drive, but if you know anything about having a double mirror you know that there are no blind spots to check. But whatever I'm still going back in a couple days to try again and if I fail again I'm going to have to resort to the Italian way: mafia style and hunt her down.