Ocean journal entry

The waves gently rock my boat as it rides up and down huge swells. I cast out with my line and hope for good fortune. No bites. After fishing for hours in the beautiful blue green wonderland, I turn my boat around and inhale as I enjoy the salty familiar ocean aroma. The wind has been gradually been picking up speed throughout the course of the day and I shiver as it blows my hair about. I watch the wind and water collide resulting in patterns that have never occurred before, and might never again. Gradually throughout the dayt he sky turns darker and the wind picks up speed. I sense a storm coming and sprint into the cabin and turn the wheel around as I set course for land, or anywhere safe. Looking out the window I see lightning flash in brilliant instances that dazzle and blind the eye. I hear my dog bark as he is pounded by a heaving white wave. He begins to slip and I pounce and feel myself catch him as he is lifted of his feet yet again. The dog is too much trouble and I put him below decks as I have our survival on my hands. Metal cracks in the hull, and I run to the radio. No signal, the radio cable has snapped off. I run to the life boat which is a simple rowboat, for my boat can barely carry the equipment that is a necessity for fishing, much less a several thousand pound motor boat with a ceiling that is equipped with survival materials such as food, water, flares, and survival suits. In seventy foot seas this small dinghy would be overturned instantly. I can only hope that when my boat goes over the waves it has what is called a righting moment where the balance needs to be perfect as the boat needs to right itself. Although hope is little in quantity and I must accept my watery grave.

Recess Journal Post

I rush by by fellow students as I dribble the orange basketball- dribbling and spinning If shake of the cold; nipping at my ears and arms as it numbs my arms. I shudder and wish I had brought a hat. I put my hands out in front of me and call for the basketball. A teammate passes to me and I felt the grip of the ball in my hands. I hoist the ball into shooting position and drop it in disappointment as I hear the class bell ringing in my ears. I turn to my friends and we slowly, sadly, trudge away from the colored leaves, the biting cold, and in a more depressing sense, our freedom (dramatic eh?)

A basketball game: the perfect time to ruin someones day

Hi in some of my earlier posts I told you I played select basketball, and in those games I tend to get my opponents ire up. In one of our latest games we played whitefish bay and they had a very taaaaaaaaaaaaaaalll tall tall tall tall tall tall kid. He's taaaaaaalller than Steve with Aaron on his shoulders. When you guard a taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalll person our coach wants us to "three quarter" the guy or stick an arm into his side and put your other arm in front of him to deny the ball. I kind of got carried away. I started tickling the taaaaaaaaaaaalll taaaaaaaaaaaalll guy and he got mad. After that someone called my teamate an idiot so I shouted out WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG MAN. So I have to start sleeping with one eye open because they will come back and get me some day

Those annoying kids in my neighborhood do the darndest things/ Night of the incredibly annoying home- walkers

People who walk and drive by and through Steeplechase, Deerhaven, and Meadowbrook Farms, should watch out for strange occurrences during the times of 2:45- 3:30, for this is the time when the terribly annoying walker- homers emerge from their den that is Asa Clark Middle School, and prowl the surrounding neighborhoods looking for dumb and stupid things to do. If caught, tricked or joked around with by these three fiends, I would call their parents, but nobody knows who they are. Some natural behaviors of these strange entities are posing on top of the signs at the entrance to neighborhoods, doing strange walks down the road, annoying dogs, weird jokes, and attempting to stop drivers with an invisible rope, also watch out for rap songs, hey jude singing, the meet the spartans walk, the chakarone dance, and frequent references to a mysterious Mr. M. who happens to teach music. Next it must be told where the natural habitats of these strange beasts are and they would happen to be, basketball courts, soccer fields, football fields and games, varsity soccer, football, and basketball games, Asa Clark Middle School, and rap studios. So when driving around Pewaukee all that can be said is watch out because those kids do the darndest things.

Snow, an irony

The driving snow destroys life, and turns the ground cold death- like steel. dead lifeless trees slowly break away and dogs bard and whine over the frozen hopelessness and death. Accidents are a frequent occurence on the road, for black ice causes cars to slip and swerve in attempts to delay them from their destination. I can only wonder how the falling of these once beautiful white crystals, delighting children, can turn into this scene of death. Snow causes power to go out, so I walk into the dark pit in the ground that is my basement to grab candles. I hate the basement. Objects cast evil looking shadows in whatever little light there is down in here. In the dark you can mistake anything as something much worse. Your imagination runs wild down here, but it drives you crazy. As i walk back up I can't help but wonder how anyone caught out there would definitely meet their fate in the driving snow. Night falls quickly, about as quickly as it can, and outside it's a starless night but a full moon pokes its face in between the gusts of swirling white. So dark that you can not see; only hope and listen to the angry weather, pounding, trying to get into my home. I stack blankets on myself in a futile attempt to stay warm. All the thought that I can muster tells me that if I make it through this winter, this blizzard (not likely) I need to move to somewhere warm. Although with earsplitting crack, the walls begin to give way to the storm.

Badger Game Journal Post

The sea of red shirts move up and down quickly. I scream just to hear myself scream. Ryan texts while jumping. He puts away his cell phone and begins to scream too. College kids swear and run around drunkenly. It's the end of the third quarter. Jump Around time. The song blasts my ears, but I love it. In a ninja sense, I have become one with the school spirit. The song ends and the fourth quarter begins. Back to the badgers victory.

Also yesterday my select basketball team and I got to go see the Badgers basketball team practice. It was amazing. They had a seven foot tall guy.

Now for the packers they are the greatest NFL team ever. You have to give a lot of credit to the Packers lines. We have a great defensive line as well as offensive. Our new quarterback Aaron Rodgers is awesome and our receivers are sooooooo much better than the bears and overated vikings.

Hi this is my blog

hi this is my blog which supports the greatest college EVER!!!! The Wisconsin Badgers. WE are ranked in basketball 99.931456454323222123454333122344554% of the time. IN football we will be ranked because we should of beat the buckeyes in football (we did in basketball:)) for we tripled their offensive yardage they just had two pick sixes thrown by our quarterback but everyone has some bad days. Also from Pewaukee Wisconsin is the best badger d-lineman J.J. Watt