What have I done already...

OKAY. I don't think you all will believe this, but my teacher Mrs. Brown told us that if we want 'extra credit', we need to do a travel entry.

A travel entry is when you write about things that you do as your on this one trip. But, the sad thing is that; I'm at home doing nothing much right now.

What I have done while we have been out of school:

We got out on Wednesday; that night I actually stayed home baby sitting my little sister and watching T.V., and you know, up to no good, like always.

Thursday; I stayed home again. My mom was at work, finishing up the doing the report cards for her fourth graders. My dad was actually home at like twelve o'clock. He came barging into the house, "Come on Madison! Go get ready for the pool!" I was surprised to actually go out that day. So, My dad, my sister, and I went to the ACP pool (the pool were my dad works). I did some laps in the pool, and I felt really relaxed after I did all of the swimming. But, I was really tired that, when I got home I took a shower and I went to sleep. I woke up at like four o'clock pm I felt really good after I had that little nap. Then at night I was at home and my mom and I started to download some music on iTunes and onto our ipod touch. It was fun. I never new it was so easy to download music, eccpetioly to buy it. My mom and I made a deal now that we can only download music once a monthe because we can waist a lot of money on the iTunes.

Then today Friday; this morning my mom and I went to the mall with our nannys and my little sister Maya. We went to the mall because we were sn\hopping for our Noris and Maxima as there Christmas presents. I think they had a blast. Then we got home. I downloaded more music off of our CD's that we forgot to download. Then my mom left and I painted my nails and fell asleep so I wouldn't do anything to make my nails look really bad. Now I'm writing to you all who ever reads my blog about what I have done.

I will catch up with you all later in about a week or so to tell you what else is going on.

Don't Know Who to Take??

I know that there are a lot of my friends wondering who there going to ask to our dance here in Balboa Academy. But, to tell you the truth, I really haven't given much thought to who I will go to the dance with.

I really think it's not a good thing for us girls to ask guys out. It's because we take things more seriously; guys just take everything in like "What ever dude. I can pick some other girl later."

It's that simple for them. For us girls we take everything seriously. If we liked this one guy who might not like us we'll be shattered into pieces, we'll be fighting over this one guy who already has a date to the dance.

This dance with girls ask guys will destroy a lot of friendships (maybe), it'll make girls cry their eyes out in the bathtoom from being REJECTED.

I still haven't given much thought to who I want to take with me to the dance. All I know is that I'm going to wait until I am sure that the dance is going to go on.

People are freaking out who are they going to take, when the sudent council is not even gotten the dance approved. I think it's just funny to see everyone freaking out, cause I'm not freaking out about it. I'll might just go with my friends and steal a guy from another girl to dance with (No, I'm just kidding). I'll ask someone or I'll go with my friends and have a great time with my friends who probably dance way better than all of the other guys whom I might have asked.

Just If I were you whom hasen't found someone to ask to the dance yet; just wait until the student council conferms it. Also If you don't find a guy to go with just go with a friend. That's what I might do.

Creepy Crawly Thing

I walked into my normal history class with not that many people around but the bell about to ring for the class to start. Like always, everyone started walking in at the last minute.

So, I was unpacking my bag like any other person on the floor; when all of a sudden I see a huge thing crawling on the floor back and forth towards me.


"AAH!" I yelled out running to the door where Ms. Trius was, as if I were being attacked from a gigantic monster. I was holding my red 'JanSports' bag and I was trying to keep myself together, feeling my heart beating up and down in my chest from the scare that happened in matter of seconds while I was unpacking.


"What, What's wrong?" Ms. Trius was asking me in panic, as if I were being killed by the way I screamed.


"There's a cockroach on the floor," I told her with my frightened voice. I wasn't sure if it was trembling but I could feel my throat swell up from the scar.


"Oh," she huffed in relief. "You're scared of a cockroach?"


"Yes," I nodded with a fake smile laughing at myself still in shock.


While I was telling her what just happened Aaron and Donovan came to the rescue and killed the cockroach while I left the room to put my bag away and wait until the cockroach was dead.


"Madison, you know that that cockroach is more scared of you than you are to him," Aaron told me after we sat down at our table.


"I know," I told him. But that is no consolation, they are still gross!



You might think I'm not scared of many things, because I don't really talk about my fears as much as others do. I don't go telling people; I'm scared of birds, I'm scared of spiders, I'm scared of turantula. But, now you and I know that I have relized that I freak out if I see a cockroach.

How Did I Spend Mother's Day With My Mom

This is how I spent my mother's day with my mom:

In the morning my mother went out to take a walk after her really big lunch we took her to. We took her to the Miramar on Sunday, cause she didn't want to go out on her mothers day.

While she was taking a walk I took care of my little sister who was crying, and winning the whole time my mothers was gone, just because I didn't have her baby shows on.

After, she came back from her walk my dad walked in the door and we sat together for a little bit to have breakfast.

Then, my mom went to take a shower and my dad, Maya, and me got out the gift that we were hiding that was from my sister and me, to her. When my mom got out we sent my little sister into the bathroom with the gift in her hand. My dad and me were whispering to Maya; "Give her the gift. Come on, just give it to her," all slow so she would understand. Maya handed it to her and my mom opened up her present and she looked like she really loved it. She got: bubble bath soap, lotion for her feet, and a really nice smelly candle.

After that, my mom went out by herself and got fruit and she went to 'Do It Center' so that our puntos didn't expire.

When my mom got back she made lunch for her favorite family. She didn't really make lunch, but she used an ironing board to make the grilled cheeses. They where really good. We also had fruit.

After that, my mom and dad went to bed and had a nap while my sister was sleeping too. I was down stairs watching T.V. She just wanted to relax on her mothers day.

When she woke up me and her went to 'El Rey' to buy our Christmas tree. We picked out a really nice tree.

When we got home my sister was finally awake, so we had some dinner, and we put up our Christmas lights, and our house looks really nice and Chritmassy.

Then we all went to sleep.

And, that's what my family and I did for mothers day.

BFF

Alexis

"Gosh Alexis!" I started getting annoyed with Alexis; my best friend."Can't you get up and get the cup and juice yourself! You know where they are." I was sitting down. My legs feeling weak, not wanting to get up.

"Oh, but I like it when you give it to me," she said with her baby voice. She copes this little kids voice on a YouTube video.

"Ugh! You can get it your self. You have legs and arms to fetch the cup and juice yourself."

"Just come with me then," she told me with her serious normal voice now.

I start to get up lackadaisical, not wanting to get up. But, I'm the host so I had to get up and get it for her. And she followed behind me to the kitchen.

I went to the cupboard where all of the glasses where and took out two glasses (I was thirsty too;now) and to the refrigerator and got out the juice for the both of us.

"Thank you Madison," she said with her baby voice again.

"No problem," huge problem.

But, that's Alexis. What is there not to say about her?

She's my best friend, my dance instructor, my weekend sister. She's the best, and she knows that herself. I don't have to tell her that.

But, one thing I do have to tell her, (but I won't) she's sometimes annoying. But, she is still my best friend.

She teaches me to dance. She lets me read her stories she writes, and I'm one of the only people who get to read her novel before getting being publishe out in the world. Which is totaly awsome for me.

The one thing I relized is that, Alexis might the oposite of me. But, we are friends for life. She'll always be my BFFL. With other friends that'll come with us.

'PanMerican'

I'm Panamanian,

I'm American,

I'm half and half...



Panama really runs through my body,

like a ray of the sun light from six o'clock am to six o'clock pm.

the warm hot beaches,

the cool water splashing against your face when you jump in

the Pacific Ocean,

It's the beautiful black and white sand shining,

between my toes.



The season of the rain.

The icky wet feeling

of the moisture in the air.

You might think I hate it

but,

I would never want to live in any other place,

Panama.



Massachusetts runs through my summers

The cold wind of the Haber,

numbing my butten nose,

my ears,

my cheeks:

goose bumps

rising up my legs

and my arms.



The hot July summer,

no wind,

no moister,

just so hot,

but,

not icky.

The love,

and joy

to be with

the family,

just gives me

hope for

the next year

I'll see them

again.

Massachusetts.

I'm half

and

half.

What Keeps Me Writing?

"What keeps me writing?"
That's a hard question to ask me... I'm not sure why. I guess I love to keep writing because of how beautiful the English language can be in your ears when you write a poem, a story about a special person, or when you write about a tragedy.
The words inside a paragraph, a sentience, a phrase. You just feel what happens, you feel the stress, the love, the hurt, the passion. To me it is just so beautiful. It's real music, a symphony to my ears to hear someone read my stories, or someone else reading their story to me, or my mothers voice reading.
All of those stories I've read or heard give me new ways to write more. More of my life, more of my world, more of my love. All of this beauty that I read, makes me want to write my own, my own beautiful passionate story.
This one time I wrote a little short story to my father he broke done crying. He loved it. He is one of those guys who don't really cry. He doesn't really cry with joy. He isn't an emotional guy, but if you ever make him cry for joy, it's a good thing in a way. It reminds me that my father is still alive with love. Even though he says, "I love you," all the time. It just reminds me that he is still alive in our world. Like that song from HIM, 'To cry is to know that you're alive...'.
That's why I keep writing. I love it; it's beautiful, it's a symphony to my ears.
What keeps me writing? Your love to read what I write.

Vocabulary Word Wednesday

Dear Mrs. Brown,


I love your class. Your class makes me feel serene. It's peaceful, but when you want a story from us it's very stressful for me; but I know you believe that I can endeavor toward your goals and mine. I know that you know that I won't succumb into your pressure.

The funny part is that when we do our blogs in class and Luigi finishes his blog assinment cursory turbulence; but you know he did his work very sloppy, and you tell him to do his work over again.

The thing that I love about how you teach us english, you are always concise and strait to the point when someone doesn't get what to do. Like you use your sarcasem back at them and that's what makes the class fun and halerious.

Since your so srait to the point, I hate it when I don't do one of your assinments. It's because you give me this face that tells me, "You could have done better Madison". (When you evoke me to go up to the fromt of the room to give you nothing it just make me even more disapointed then you are). Which is totaly true but if I don't do one of your assinments it's for a really good reason. It's just exruciating for me to see that face apon your face. But, I guess that's a good thing, so that next time I find a way to do my assinment.

Mrs.Brown to tell you the truth; I was not really avid to do this assinment. It's so because I'm not the best at using the wordly wise words and we needed to write this letter with two-hundred words, which is a reall challenge for me and we needed to have a lot of wordlywise words in it used correctly. I like this challeng. But, the only thing I know is that Jacob will might win or Karen. They demean our self-esteem. I think I can help myself to not let them lower my self-esteem.

Well, I just wanted to write this letter to you telling you how I feel about how electrifying your class is to me (and maybe to others?), and how much I love your class! I also wanted to tell you that you are one of the best teachers I have ever had as an english teacher. You have taught me so much. I really hope I will do well in my SAT's after I've had you as an english teacher. I will miss you when we all leave to the High School. (tear).

I love your class!

Sincerly,

Maddie J-Flynn

Confession Tuesday

I have dirt to spill...

I love GUYS!!!!!

I know I'm supposed to like them, but I really do love them. But they are just so annoying sometimes, but you just can't resist how handsome or how hot or how sexy they are. They just make me have butterflies inside my stomach and have blood rush up to my cheeks.

I like the way they walk down the hall to pass you, I like how they say hi with your name in it (like they say "Hi Maddie," with a funny smile on there face that you love to see all the day), I like how they just stare into your eyes to talk to you to make the conversation going. They are just so mouth watering.

I love how they are everywhere you go. Every time I turn, there's this one hot guy right there. But too bad some of the hot guys already have a girl on there arm or they just don't notice you're there. But too bad for them, there are some other guys who can have what I have in store for them.

But, I have this one friend who we always tell each other who's hot and who's not.

Like this one time I invited her to go to the beach with my family. So, we were in the water like nothing was up and having a really cool time. When all of a sudden we both saw a guy. He had some nice abs, he had a black hat on top of his long silky black hair, with of course board shorts, with the sexiest tan ever. He looked like Jacob Black (Taylor Lautner). He was gorges. My friend and me were all exited that we saw another guy who looked like Taylor Launter with long hair. We called him Jacob number two. We were so flattering. The one thing that really was funny was that, my friend was swimming closer to him and closer and she was right behind him and then she goes and slides her hand down his back like he was hers. I didn't do anything. But, you know how when your in school and you bump into a guy and drop all of your books. Well... that kind of happened with me and him. He started to swim closer and closer to us away from his family. He was so close to us that a wave came, and I was just going with the flow of it and all of a sudden he's right behind me. I didn't know he was right behind me so I was going back out with the wave. BUMP! Hahahaha! I get all freaked out that a bumped into him and my friend says me expression when I bumped into him was really funny. So... I turned around all the way and I say "Lo siento!" and then I swim back to where my friend was. She was cracking up.

But, after words we went to get washed off all of the salt water and HE was there with his whole family! We were like um... what now. We were feeling very awkward. When we were walking back to our bohio we turned around and his whole family was stareing at us. The werst part was that we were both in our bikinis :S hahahaha.

So... thats what happened to us at the beach with a gorgeouse boy who looked like he was like seventeen or sixteen-years-old. Uh, I still remember it as it were yesturday.

Well, that would be my confession. I LOVE GUYS!!!!!

Memoir Monday

I'm not sure what to write about, but there is this one memories that I have that has changed me to be the person I am today in the kitchen.
Ever since I was a little girl I had a nanny to just be there for me when I ever needed her help. She was at our house to make our dinner and wash our cloths and clean our house.
But, I don't like to thing of her that way. I like to think of her as my family. She has been with my family ever since I was a little girl. I've known her so long that, I know her children as like my own brothers.
Well, any ways, I was getting at. Her name is Maxima.
Maxima has taught me how to cook in the kitchen, wash the dishes, and even hang up cloths after being washed.
This one memorie I have in the kitchen with Maxima: "Que quieres comer?" Maxima asked me like she always does following me to the kitchen.
"Em... No se," I was walking towards the cupboard where we put all of the boxed food. Easy food to make. I pulled the cupboard doors open, and looked inside to get my favorite easy to make food. Mac in cheese!
"Buen opinion," Maxima always would tell me when I would take it out to show her.
"Me ayudas para aser los?" I asked her.
"Claro que si te ayudare," she would say and we would both start getting the pots and the ingrediants out to start making our favorite box made food.
After we would be done we would both get plates and eat what we made ourselves for lunch. Then we would have to wash the dishes and that was my favorit part. I loved getting all soapy and we would blow bubbles at each while washing the dishes.
But... If you want to know the worst part about those good times. I grew up. Now I don't get help (which is a good thing now, I can cook more food now). But, now I don't get to have the fun I had when I was like four to five-years-old. But, Maxima and me still have fun in other ways as family.
She taught me how to cook and how to wash dishes, and how to hang up cloths after they are done being washed. Shes taught me a lot.

"Yes!" I ripped open a package. A package I just got in the mail from my grandmother. I took my brand new ipod out of the shreded pieces of paper I ripped off. "I got my ipod! Ha ha ha haa haaa," I was jumping all around in my living room.
"Be conscientious with your new ipod, honey, I don't want you to loose it," my mother told me while I started to calm down from all of the exitment in my body.
"Okay mom!" I wasen't paying much attention with all of my exitment. I was starting to get on the computer to down load some music on to my ipod nano.

"Honey!" my mom yelled out from the kitchen. "Don't take your ipod to school, okay," she sounded pretty strict.
"Okay mom!" I yelled back. But, I really wanted to show my friends at school my new ipod I got from my gandmother. So I slipped my ipod into my school bags front pocket, and my mom took me to school.

I was walking into my homeroom class. I must have looked like I pilfer something, but somthing not valuable. "What's up?" Victoria asked me. "Why do you look like that?"
I waited a second to see if anyone was looking at me to see if I inlklinged. "I got a new ipod," I squieled. I was still exited.
"Seriously," she looked exited too. We were both looking at each other so exited. "You are so audacious," she looked at me like I was a smooth criminal.
"I know I am.
"So... let me see it!" she was being entreat.
"Okay," I wanted her to see it.
I reached done to my bag and opened the front pocket and lached on to my ipod and took it out slowly so Mrs. Fredrickson woulden't see what I was takeing out of my bag.
"See, you like it?" I asked her.
"Yeah its..." she got interupted by, HER.
There was silence in between that moment.
"Excuse me. But I believe that you're not aloud to have electonics in school grounds. I'm sorry to tell you this, but i will have to confiscate your, what ever that is," she was so disgusted.
I didn't want to hand it over to her. So I just grabed it stongly and lackidasicaly put the ipod on her pail white hands that never touch the sun.
"You can pick it up after the day has ended, Ms. Perez," she informed me.
I was disapointed the whole rest of the day.

I have a confession.

I hate how people talk behind other peoples backs. They kill each other, they devour each other, and they just don't know what they are doing when they talk behind each others backs.

My friends dont know what they are doing. I think I've been talked about behind my back. If I knew this was to be true, I know it would have broken my heart.

Right now I'm in the middle of this situation. People are hating each other, and start to talk behind the other persons back they hate, and I get the shit about it.

The people tell me about the person, how much they hate them and how they think about that person. I mean, I dont really mind listening, because I'm a really good friend and I listen to peoples feeling and thoughts (so I've been told about myself); but, I really feel bad for the person who can't think of anything other than that one person they hate so much. It's as if they don't have a life, they don't know how to live.

When I have a problem with someone I deal with them and then I go on with my life until they get back into it to give me more crap about there problem with me. But I haven't had a problem like this in a really long time. I guess it's a good thing for me. It must tell me I'm a good person in life.

This is my advice to the people who don't know how to think of anything else: GO WITH THE FLOW!.

It just gets on my nervise when you don't have anything else to think about. Just live. That's my way I'm getting throught life.

My sister. She's like any other little twenty month old baby sister. She still doesn't know how to share, she still doesn't know how to get out of the way of things like cars, and balls going strait at her head. She has two sides to her: a little angel and a baby devil in one tiny body. I influence her. She watches every movement, and every motion I do. I run; she runs, I jump; she jump. I am explaining something to my parents; she has something to say too, but no one understands her.
Whenever I'm reading a book, eating an ice cream or a frappe, playing with a soccer ball or basketball, she wants it too. She wants what I have. Its like any other little baby sister does. But, when I'm reading a story, she grabs it from my hands and gives me an evil eye. She squints her eyes and looks at me like I was some evil person like herself.
Like last night, I was reading her a story about a dump truck that she loves to read, but out of nowhere she grabs the book out of my hand and looks at me with the "evil eye".
But, she also has an angel in her. She can be kind or loving at times.
One minute she was being a devil; then the next minute she is hugging me, loving me, giving me kisses on the cheeks, rubbing my back, and laughing.
She is still an ordinary little sister that I will love and care for at times when she is an angel and not a devil. But, when she's a devil I might not love her the way she is when she's a devil.
My little sister is any ordinary sister, and I love her.

15 vocabulary word Wednesday

Tears

"What the fuck did I do wrong?" my mother yelled at my father.
My father was getting ready to go his parents house with a seriouse expretion on his face.
I was in the middle of my parents watching them though the water in my eyes. The salty tearsdripping down my cheek almost touching my lips, dripping past them to the tip of my chin and being released to the floor in my living room.
My mother asked again reverberating the same question making it feel like the question was irascrbly interminable to my ear drum every time she ased, waiting to hear my fathers response but never to hear it, but I only saw a blur of his faceses expretion.
"Just tell me what the hell is wrong! Why are you leaving?" she asked enteat.
I kept standing there, not knowing what to do. Should I get in the middle of them to stop all of this? I questioned myself. But, I didn't.
All of a sudden I felt despondant to my parents relationship, when my parents turned and faced each other.There amissed faces were wrong in a way. I didn't feel any hope that second for my om and my dad looking at each other. It looked like a cat ready to scratch, and the dog ready to rip the cat nto millians of little pieces right in front of me. Their middle child in the middle of this fight.
It looked like my father built up a hug abhorrent disgust toward my mom.
I could feel this fight becoming more profound second ticked by on the watch my father wore on his wrist.
I started to hear someone speaking but I coulden't hear them from my sobs. But I knew it was my father, giving my mother a tirade speech to her. I didnt want to listen so I plugged my ears.
I stood there tremoulous like a baby chick mobed from hawks trying to eat me away.
I stood there knowing that this moment with my parents would haount me for life.
My father moved out the house so fast and put his bags into the car and said good bye to me and impeled the car to run away from my mother, my sister, and myself.
What did I do wrong? I asked.