Week 2, Journal #2

The square plastic table stuck out like a sore thumb in the living room surrounded by a what seemed like an eternity of hard wood. A china cabinet positioned up against the wall along with countless antiches set a distinct feeling of bordom. As the adults in the kitchen mix cocktails and sip on beers, I sat rocking in my chair at the plastic table. My seet was placed at the "kiddy table" awaiting confrontation from anyone. My cousins sat in he basement playing videogames and I was all alone to do nothing but sway in the chair in bordom. Kicking and pushing paying no attention to anything else. A moderately large cactus stood attention in the center of the table but I didnt care. The kicking became vigorous as I rocked a little too far tot he back. A stray kick knocked the legs of the table in and I fell like a sack of bricks. Staring at the inside of my eyelids they slide open to catch a glimpse of the cactus flying through the air in my direction. I was pinned by the table. As if in slow motion, the needles of the cactus degger my stomach and a yalp screeched from the slit in my lips and tears began to streem down my cheeks. Parents come to be verly little help when they are drunk.

Week 2, Journal #1

"Get fresh...make history. Tag Body Spray." The glowing box in the middle of the room tells me as I lazily spend another Saturday at home. The craziest most unbelievable things could be going on outside. Ice cream falling from the sky, flying saucers hovering just above my house, maybe a famous person lives next door. I would have no clue. This dent in my couch with the channel changer where I am about 90% of the time. I don't own a pair of cowboy boots, I don't watch or even like football, rodeos aren't exactly what I would consider fun.

Journal #2

1. All of my friends believed Dave was completely off his rocker, until that summer.

3. "Ha! Ms. Bell has her dress tucked into her underwear!" Tolly bantered as we came in from recess.

6. At the time of the incident, I was waiste deep into my baseball career.

7. When I was young I dreampt play professional hockey, I just didnt expect it to actually happen.

For Fun.
1. Erving Swenson
2. Angleica James
3. William johnsson
4. Mike
5. Beverly Ann Jameson
6. Fluffy

Journal #1

I could tell the minute I got in the door and dropped my bag, I wasn't staying. Darkness coated the living room in a thick black haze with the exception of a candle visibly flickering in a distant corner. Mr. Thomas always read in the rocking chair next to that same candle but the subtle creaking and moaning of the chair was gone. A blurred shadow a figure in the chair is outlined by the fluttering candle. My feet had turned to cinder blocks as they ground against the hardwood floor towards the candle. Pools began to well up in my eyes in fear of the worst for my dear old friend Mr. Thomas. Reminiscing of the times he took me fishing while i sulked from my parents separation. I couldn't believe that I was looking at that same man, but in the worst way.