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!!!!!