The toothpick bridge

I was always a deep south kid; I was born in Louisiana, New Orleans. Unfortunately I don't remember much of my childhood memories from the age of ten and below. The only memory I can remember from when I was young is when my family was moving from Louisiana I was bidding my adieus to my best friend, Grasping my pink bunny named Flopsy, waving good-bye as my sister led me towards the car. I believe that's when my love for bridges came to be.
New Orleans is full of bridges, and as I have been told by my family we crossed over this large bridge so that we could come to where I currently live, Texas. Texas is where seemingly my whole life started. I went to elementary school, I made friends, I started to see life truly come to life. I noticed the butterfly, the flowers, the clouds in the sky. It's when I became aware to what was physically taking place. That's when my love for music started, and I came to know most of my habits, such as, how i am easily amused, how my hand writing wasn't good, I had a bad temper, I asked a lot of questions, and how distant I was from people. I did most of my thinking when I went on walks; the twist is that I too enjoy heights, so I would often try to walk on paths that involved bridges. Looking down gave me a sense of how fragile I really was. It reminded me of how gravity pulled everything down and how every thing was so fragile, if I knocked a rock of the bridge and it hit a hard surface it too would break.
I always had a deep fascination for worldly sciences; I wanted to know why gravity existed, why the sun shone, why I could hear, how I learned, and so I spent the year of my childhood that i can remember being a walking fact database. I knew that a Jiffy is 1/100th of a second, I knew that E (energy)= M (mass) c (light) squared. I knew it was a formula to describe the relation of energy and matter, I knew thing that most people my age did not. It was because of this that the amount of friends I had was minimal. People felt uncomfortable around someone who always spoke about something they did not care about. Thus I confided in bridges. I would go on walks and talk to my self, I would watch the leafs fall from the trees and admire their ability to store light, and change it to energy to live off of. I would look at grass as little cites; every one worked hard in that on a blade of grass to keep it alive and somehow all those blades of grass became connected to form what my seem to the people living in the grass their whole world. So I didn't like stepping on the grass much, I felt like I was stepping on peoples homes.
My love for music came from a very early age. I have family videos of me playing on a small electric piano that was purple. I would write down what I played on a piece of paper that lied next to me. My love for music was born. since then I can most often be seen with a pair of headphones always attached to my head, like a permanent fixture for my cranium. I study while listening to music, I eat while listening to music, fall asleep to music, wake up to music, clean with music playing in the back round, read, anything you can think of doing I do with music. And if I cant bring my headphones not to fear! I sing or rhyme, or I'll just hear songs in my head (A built in music system just for me, eh?). The only time I don't listen to music is when I walk. I don't like to walk while listening to music for then I don't hear the birds. I also don't like listening to music when it's raining or thunder storming, I enjoy those sounds.
But enough of the me; I don't want to be too narcissistic, now do I?

Essays

Saturday, 17 of April
Okay, so here is the story It started out on a regular evening, like any other particularly boring evening. The sun was setting, the sky was painted the luscious, creamy, colors it usually is. But for more added affect all go all out on this. The sun was at a slant above the ground. The sky was painted a Popsicle orange mixed with crimson steaks added for flavor a little pink gummy bears so to speak. the clouds being the whiskey, smooth, looking ice clouds they usually are. I was on a walk with my dog, and my siblings. Their names being Kimberly and Michael. It was breezy like standing in front of a fan on a hot summer day just to keep cool a little. It was a nice and a fairly boring evening. I was about ready for some fun, some ACTION-! when, I realized it was just a miserly Saturday, and I was just with my miserly family. What fun could you have? My dog was the one who was most entertaining to be with. He never talked back. Well... at least not yet, anyway. But for you to fully understand my opinion lets take a little walk back.

Sunday, 20 of March
I woke up with my morning glory about me my eyes crusted with gooey green stuff around my eyes, My hair standing on ends, face swollen, and stumbling about to shut my cell phone off. My alarm had gone off, It was the time I was to awaken from my deep sleep. Jump out from under my nice warm bed sheets feel the cold tile under my feet, and enjoy a tumble down the stairs on my way to the world finest food! CEREAL! This was and still is my morning glory. Oh ya' know what I haven't done yet? Introduce my self! Why shame on me how could I?! Ahem, well, yes my name is Annabel, I'm 14 years of age in grade 9 and am rather pleased to meet you! *insert smiley face* Now, back to the scene of the crime! After successfully turning of my alarm off. after several poundings. I was able to be in quite and enjoy my bed. once again. but little did in know that my mother, Krimmy, was down stairs getting dressed and what not. And I being my foolish self crawled back into bed like a eager sloth and covered my self with warmth once more. My eyes slowly shut, and off into dream land I went. Later that same sleeping period i was awaken by the ringing of my phone I check to see the time for I was already complaining about "who would call so early in the morning?!" When, to my very surprise I saw with my own eyes the time 10:30am. 10:30am?! Ohhh, deary, deary me! What was I to do? I was late for my class! my mother was calling me on the phone asking " where are you? aren't you going to class? are you aware as to the current time?" My reply " yes mother, I am aware as to the time. No mother, I will not be attending my class." Mother asked " why not? are you sick? do you have the flu?" I once again replied in my droning voice "no mother, I am not sick; And i don't have the flu. I am simply tired, I wish to sleep some more." mother in a questioning voice said "O-Okay, then." And I fell back on to my bed like a rain drop falling from the sky. 3 hours later, I got dressed and went down stairs. Only to be harassed by Krimmy! Why I do say! what kind of awakening is that? She proceeded to tell me that I was selfish, rude, and indignant. I was flustered yes, but I took it finely and proceed to go for a walk. the rest of the day I was in a sort of haze; so I don't really recall anything much.

The rest of the weeks
Were ever so frustrating! I could hardly stand my mother controlling the times of my sleep! I was so used to sleeping when I pleased is was just so-UGH! I wish not to speak of it anymore. I will rebel! But in a silent sort of way. I must gain my sleep hours back. NEED A STRATEGY!

Saturday, 17 of April
So, their I was at my computer writing an essay when my mother calls me and tells me to go to sleep. I argue that I am being scholarly and writing an essay. she says she would rather have me well rested. I do say! wouldn't any mother in their right mind WANT to have their child study like I was?! I would think so! But no, not my mother! I was frustrated over the issue just the thought Made me turn rather bitter. I shale go on a walk to exercise my fat dog; and shan't think of it more!
After my return I came to a sort of understanding that I too was selfish and indignant. but also realized that my mother was similar it was apart of the side that was a sort of defense mechanism installed in humans. So to take away my sort of freedom made that side shine. Yes i should be a nicer person but; alls well that ends well!

The adventures of Fiber and Feet: Exclusive lion sipper series

Have you ever wondered what my slippers look like?
Well, what I mean is I’ve written about 50; least 50 blogger post in a year and they have ranged from food to sports to accidents to pretty much anything else you can imagine, but one thing I’ve never written about, is my wonderful slippers!
Haven’t all of you just once ever wondered what my slippers look like?
Or have you all just assumed that I didn’t wear any?
Well, Either way I guess I’ll just have to tell you !
To start off I’ll tell you all what they look like. (your oooo’s and awwww’s are greatly appreciated in my descriptive lion slipper series.)
Here’s A clue the title “ Lion slipper series” says a lot; and googleing this will not give you a picture of my slippers!....
Well, maybe two of them but you wont be able to guess which slippers look like mine! (trust me I already googled it to find out if many of the people of the world own my slippers, and apparently most of them do not!)
So, Back to describing my lion slippers!
My oh so hand lion slippers are and absolute fashion do for the winter, and look much like a real lion head.
The lions head is dark cream color, his main is a nice soothing caramel color In the mist of the main there are two small light cream colored ears that look as if land marks among the open safari fields.
Move down about 2 inches and you see there are two wide opened eyes glazed with focus and a color so deep its like a sea of chocolate.
It’s face is characterized by a large nose which is pink like the tips of an Asiatic lilly, there snouts are an off white boldly standing out with penny sized dot of what seems like coal.

Now see if you imagined what my slippers really look like.

screw ball out! night ya'll!