Well this is the first SOS I've done in a while. It's good to be back...
This SOS happened just this past week when I went to an amusement park with my family and a family of friends. The family of friends is one that we've known forever and ever.. They have five boys and two girls. The boys ages are 15, 13, 10, 8, and 5. The girls are 4 and 2-ish. So we went to Kings Dominion in VA which was super fun, but also ...(everybody say it with me) awkward. - This word basically describes my life right now-. So anyways, the 15 year old has always been my friend and we get along great together and blah blah blah blah. We went on this roller coaster together (both families were there too!) and decided that we wanted to ride in the same car together. It wasn't ooo la la or anything (i don't think.. unless it was for him.. eww). But when we got to the gate where we had to load into the car, I noticed how the car's seats were laid out. It was shaped like a tabogan (the ride was called Avalanche) and there was one wooden bench in the middle for both passengers to sit on. But there was no division. You step in and there is just a block of wood to share with the person behind you. I say behind you because you have to sit on this like you would a horse. So stradling this wood. **do you see where I'm going with this?**
I took in all of this information in the split second that he is putting himself in the car and I started to silently... hyperventilate. This is wierd. So, he being obviously larger than me sat in the back part of the seat and I sat in front of him. When the safety bar came down, it totally squished me into him in a wierdish AWKWARD way. Both of us with our legs spread apart straddling the wood bench shoved together by the safety bar. AGHHHHH! I could die. Honestly, it was so strange.
As the ride got going, he began talking to me and making me laugh. He was also making funny noises the whole way through the roller coaster. Funny "wooooh" noises and "aahhhh" noises. We were also mocking this poor girl in front of us who was screaming bloody murder. It was histerical.
So I guess my story ends up okay in the end, but awkward still is the word that I would describe that whole entire day with.
Showing posts with label Soap Opera Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Soap Opera Sunday. Show all posts
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Saturday, November 24, 2007
SOS! SOS! SOS! SOS!
Now, many people (ehemm...Mary) find the story ABOUT the story to be more pleasurable than the story itself, but I hope this 100% factual retelling will not fall under that category.
My beautiful, smart, athletic, stunning Arabian princess friend has always been worried that nobody likes her (What?) and that she doesn't fit in with anybody. She has on multiple occasions listed her flaws, like a loud laugh and a crooked nose, that she can't possibly fix, so therefore no one will ever like her. Well...actually, wait. This story begins a couple of weeks ago actually. Let me backtrack for you.
A boy that she, Natalie we'll call her, really likes is on the varsity track team, placed 3rd out of 250 high schoolers down in the city last week (which he had to miss half of the school day for), and is extremely smart, cute, and funny. All the works. Anyways, Natalie had been talking to him, Ben, about a field hockey game she was going to be playing in that afternoon.
He said, "I don't think I can make it today 'cause I have track. I'll try though."
She and I didn't really know what "I'll try" meant to him, because later that day when we were all set up in our positions on the field I saw Ben in my peripheral vision appear from behind the elementary school building, which was a stone's throw away from our field, taking his iPod out of his ears and talking to a couple of his friends who had come too. I literally jumped up in the air and turned around to show Natalie. The two of us were screaming, quietly screaming, and jumping. She suddenly was very embarrassed that he had actually come, and started feeling queasy. I told her she was a great player and not to loose her head. Right then I also realized something. He had had track practice at the high school earlier, right? Our field was about FOUR MILES away. He had ran the whole way!!! The referee blew the whistle so I wasn't able to start quiet screaming again with Natalie, but knowing he was there gave both her AND I surges of energy at sporadic points in the game.
I think thats enough.
To be continued...
My beautiful, smart, athletic, stunning Arabian princess friend has always been worried that nobody likes her (What?) and that she doesn't fit in with anybody. She has on multiple occasions listed her flaws, like a loud laugh and a crooked nose, that she can't possibly fix, so therefore no one will ever like her. Well...actually, wait. This story begins a couple of weeks ago actually. Let me backtrack for you.
A boy that she, Natalie we'll call her, really likes is on the varsity track team, placed 3rd out of 250 high schoolers down in the city last week (which he had to miss half of the school day for), and is extremely smart, cute, and funny. All the works. Anyways, Natalie had been talking to him, Ben, about a field hockey game she was going to be playing in that afternoon.
He said, "I don't think I can make it today 'cause I have track. I'll try though."
She and I didn't really know what "I'll try" meant to him, because later that day when we were all set up in our positions on the field I saw Ben in my peripheral vision appear from behind the elementary school building, which was a stone's throw away from our field, taking his iPod out of his ears and talking to a couple of his friends who had come too. I literally jumped up in the air and turned around to show Natalie. The two of us were screaming, quietly screaming, and jumping. She suddenly was very embarrassed that he had actually come, and started feeling queasy. I told her she was a great player and not to loose her head. Right then I also realized something. He had had track practice at the high school earlier, right? Our field was about FOUR MILES away. He had ran the whole way!!! The referee blew the whistle so I wasn't able to start quiet screaming again with Natalie, but knowing he was there gave both her AND I surges of energy at sporadic points in the game.
I think thats enough.
To be continued...
Thursday, November 22, 2007
SOS
I have a great SOS coming up and I can't wait to share it!!!! It's not sunday yet, and I really am jumping out of my seat right now because I can' t keep it all in. You guys are in for a treat come Sunday.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Touch Football
I've just started playing Soap Opera Sunday, and I am very excited. Creative writing is one of my more strong points in writing, so I my story is going to be fictional (Well, not totally fictional). I am going to steal Luisa's idea and write it in sections. This is my story called "Touch Football".
This is one of my favorite stories to tell. It is a story of love at first sight, a favorite among all my audiences. The main characters in this timeless tale are a young boy and a young girl. About thirteen, they both were outisders in their communities and groups of friends. Both very outspoken and standard-oriented, they were not accepted as easily as others seemed to be. Chase, the boy of whom I speak, loved music. He also loved sports, mind games, and was exceptionally bright. He loved to sing, write songs, and dance. The latter of his talents never gained him any respect. Although a phenomenal performer, his peers never ceased to tease and jeer him about his dancing. He tried to hide it, conceal his extraordinary gift to prevent himself from commiting social suicide. He wasn't a bad person. He still played football, flirted with girls, nothing irregular from all the rest of the boys his age. But for some reason, no one could stop from making his life as miserable of possible. This is why when his father announced the move to America, he was only too eager to accept the new chapter of his life.
Melissa, too was different from the rest of her New York state of mind companions. She adored all of her close friends, but was never quite on the same page as the rest of them. She was born on a Texas ranch, but naturalized in California. She always had this idea that even though she never spent more than 13 months in the Lone Star state, she felt like she belonged in Texas. She belonged where all the girls got up early and did hard, back-breaking work. Where she could come home from school, let her hair down and go ride a horse till dark. California was relatively the same, but she was always so afraid that if she ever were to leave and go somewhere new, she would need to start from scratch, introducing herself in a new way and trying to become a completely different person. So when her father told her she was moving, Melissa just about exploded with fury. This wasn't her idea of fun, moving to a new place with new people to please. New York was going to be harsh.
So now our story can truly begin...
This is one of my favorite stories to tell. It is a story of love at first sight, a favorite among all my audiences. The main characters in this timeless tale are a young boy and a young girl. About thirteen, they both were outisders in their communities and groups of friends. Both very outspoken and standard-oriented, they were not accepted as easily as others seemed to be. Chase, the boy of whom I speak, loved music. He also loved sports, mind games, and was exceptionally bright. He loved to sing, write songs, and dance. The latter of his talents never gained him any respect. Although a phenomenal performer, his peers never ceased to tease and jeer him about his dancing. He tried to hide it, conceal his extraordinary gift to prevent himself from commiting social suicide. He wasn't a bad person. He still played football, flirted with girls, nothing irregular from all the rest of the boys his age. But for some reason, no one could stop from making his life as miserable of possible. This is why when his father announced the move to America, he was only too eager to accept the new chapter of his life.
Melissa, too was different from the rest of her New York state of mind companions. She adored all of her close friends, but was never quite on the same page as the rest of them. She was born on a Texas ranch, but naturalized in California. She always had this idea that even though she never spent more than 13 months in the Lone Star state, she felt like she belonged in Texas. She belonged where all the girls got up early and did hard, back-breaking work. Where she could come home from school, let her hair down and go ride a horse till dark. California was relatively the same, but she was always so afraid that if she ever were to leave and go somewhere new, she would need to start from scratch, introducing herself in a new way and trying to become a completely different person. So when her father told her she was moving, Melissa just about exploded with fury. This wasn't her idea of fun, moving to a new place with new people to please. New York was going to be harsh.
So now our story can truly begin...
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