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I'm so excited!! There's just too much to write about and not enough time! Plus the stupid site is acting up, so I probably won't be able to post for a while. Anyway, it's 7:20pm and it's been an interesting first day of the month.
It started out down. My negatives came out dark and my teacher said it was because I used too much light when I took the picture. I know she's the teacher and all, but that's pure BS. English was more interesting - My teacher talked about language and communication. I'd love to travel someday, to see different stars, different animals, and all those wonderful things. But to be able to travel, you have to know how to speak their language, what they eat, what they consider disrespectful, traditions. All of that takes time and discipline, and money for good training, unless you have the advantage of having good friends, who still might charge you anyway. =D
Moving on, I got home and my brother invited me to the movies. So we (Me, brother, nephew) went to see The Incredibles and it was so nice. I didn't expect it to be like that.
When we were walking home, my brother suggested that I was into this Jewish memorial. It's a beautiful memorial: Statue of a tall green hand with people climbing it surrounded by a low wall and a fake pond. There's a circular wall around this where you walk and see the names of thousands of people who were killed. I had to go alone because my nephew would freak out. So I walked by the wall with names and horrible pictures on it. I don't want to describe the rest, because I believe it's something a person should do for themselves. It's a moving experience, and I went by myself. It made me think a lot, and I wished I could have shared that with someone special; although I'm glad I got the courage to do it on my own.
Well, it's strange. I had so much I wanted to write about and now I ran out of ideas!!
This one day, during the summer I think, I was outside at night and I heard a strange noise passed my gate. I looked and saw feathers on the floor. I ran to get the keys and found a poor morning dove, wounded and afraid. The only thing I could think of doing was keeping the cats away from it. Later, I turned a light on in the side of the house and held the poor thing in my hands. He calmed down a little, and I can't remember where his wound was exactly. After a while, he started to move more, he wouldn't calm down. There was a point where he completely freaked out and almost fell out of my hands; he seemed to go into a horrible shock. Then I felt him stop completely and his whole body when limp. I placed him down on the floor, and stared at my hands and cried.
I'd always been around death. I've had countless pets get hit by cars, eaten by dogs, dumped in some alley. Until that night, I never felt an animals life literally slip from my hands. I wanted to bury him, but this isn't really our yard, so I rapped him in a grocery bag and in the morning I woke up early and picked flowers from the backward and put them over him. Even if it was just a bird, it's something that will never leave me.
Well, I may write later, GOTTA EAT!!!!!
It started out down. My negatives came out dark and my teacher said it was because I used too much light when I took the picture. I know she's the teacher and all, but that's pure BS. English was more interesting - My teacher talked about language and communication. I'd love to travel someday, to see different stars, different animals, and all those wonderful things. But to be able to travel, you have to know how to speak their language, what they eat, what they consider disrespectful, traditions. All of that takes time and discipline, and money for good training, unless you have the advantage of having good friends, who still might charge you anyway. =D
Moving on, I got home and my brother invited me to the movies. So we (Me, brother, nephew) went to see The Incredibles and it was so nice. I didn't expect it to be like that.
When we were walking home, my brother suggested that I was into this Jewish memorial. It's a beautiful memorial: Statue of a tall green hand with people climbing it surrounded by a low wall and a fake pond. There's a circular wall around this where you walk and see the names of thousands of people who were killed. I had to go alone because my nephew would freak out. So I walked by the wall with names and horrible pictures on it. I don't want to describe the rest, because I believe it's something a person should do for themselves. It's a moving experience, and I went by myself. It made me think a lot, and I wished I could have shared that with someone special; although I'm glad I got the courage to do it on my own.
Well, it's strange. I had so much I wanted to write about and now I ran out of ideas!!
This one day, during the summer I think, I was outside at night and I heard a strange noise passed my gate. I looked and saw feathers on the floor. I ran to get the keys and found a poor morning dove, wounded and afraid. The only thing I could think of doing was keeping the cats away from it. Later, I turned a light on in the side of the house and held the poor thing in my hands. He calmed down a little, and I can't remember where his wound was exactly. After a while, he started to move more, he wouldn't calm down. There was a point where he completely freaked out and almost fell out of my hands; he seemed to go into a horrible shock. Then I felt him stop completely and his whole body when limp. I placed him down on the floor, and stared at my hands and cried.
I'd always been around death. I've had countless pets get hit by cars, eaten by dogs, dumped in some alley. Until that night, I never felt an animals life literally slip from my hands. I wanted to bury him, but this isn't really our yard, so I rapped him in a grocery bag and in the morning I woke up early and picked flowers from the backward and put them over him. Even if it was just a bird, it's something that will never leave me.
Well, I may write later, GOTTA EAT!!!!!