LAST SOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's my last SOL so it better be good. 

It's my last SOL and I think it should.

So far I have come with these slices of life.

Oh, what a wild life.

but here I go:

Who would want to watch over me? Angels? I don't believe in angels. So much wouldn't have happened to me if there were angels. 

The big blue creature reaches for me, takes me deeper, ever so deeper into my mess.

Then a train arrives full of possibility. It also arrives with an interesting girl named Cat. 

My eggs have not been fried, they have been fired. Hot fiery eggs.

Ice cream, so much ice cream. In bed for so, so long. It felt like the best day of my life when I could go outside.

I had another friend. She was scared of them.

So pink, I feel like I am twisting a ball of brain. Each little stand is a thought. I wonder what it is thinking. 

I fly high through the air soaring, but suddenly hit the ceiling.

So many swirling thoughts tumbling around in a big jumble.

This train carries hope.

Dinosaurs hatched from eggs. Birds evolved from dinosaurs. Chicken are birds. Meaning... the egg came first!

That small thought, that notice that something, anything, will go wrong.

There was once a flying pig.

Today (3. 14 15) at 9:26 and 53 seconds make a wish (for 3.141592653)

That I was so tired but now i'm desired by my parents, to get up.

I run, sprinting because we only have fifteen seconds left. 14, 13

I loved you from the beginning,

but of course I was one of the last to read it.

*Grace walks in* "There seems to be a lot of grace missing lately..." "Like hail merry." "Do you get it?" "No."

A tiny little snip from a pair of scissors that marked no turning back. No turning back from a change, a big change. 

You don't CARE if the movie lasted forever if they went word for word. You WANT it to last forever.

I count the decades: 0.00246412 I count the centuries: 0.000246412

The best, greatest, way to use a brand of plastic concave disk in order for players seek to score points by passing a frisbee to a teammate over the opposing teams goal line. There are many variations of this sport.

I will have to say all the best, you were my bird's nest. I will have to say take care and I swear:

You will not be forgotten.

BEST BOOK EVER! The characters were really well developed and this book is very well written. The story gets better and better, especially at the end of allegiant, but I won't spoil that.

The snow outside is pouring, it is like we are in a snow globe. Someone is shaking this globe over and over, even though I just want them to stop. 

"Oh, so everything I say has to go in your slice?" "Yup..." "Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah." "No!" "Do you know how to draw bubble letters?" "No! Grace!" "Just be quite until I finish." "Ok."

"Does this look good?" "Grace!" "Sorry..."

Cause the players gonna play, play, play. And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate. Baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake. Shake it off!

An abstract, A wonder, An awe, A marvel, A chance, An amazement, A hassle, A confusion, A lifetime, A SOL, A Slice Of Life.

It wants to go into shops, it is pushing open doors. It wants to sit on a bench and watch the waves tickle the shore. There are sharp blasts pulling around a certain bench. 

I heard the door close behind her and the little click that meant she locked the door. Then I heard the car drive away. She was gone.

That was 30 days of my life.

HAPPY SLICING!

And, thank you Linda for the idea of what to write my slice about.

SOL March 30

My Day:


4:30 AM:


"Sof, I'm leaving now" My mom told me. She had just woken me up to tell me she was leaving to go on a work trip. "I love you, bye" I said groggily as she gave me a hug. "Bye, sweetie." She said as she walked away. I heard the door close behind her and the little click that meant she locked the door. Then I heard the car drive away. She was gone.


Morning:


I wake up to a buzzing, thinking, Oh it Monday, I better get ready for school. Then I open my eyes remember its spring break and I am in CA with my grandparents. I turn over, still hearing buzzing and pick up my phone. It's my Mom.


MOM: good morning! I'm about to board my plane.


ME: yay! I hope you have good flight. Luv u.


MOM: I gtg. Text you when I can.


ME: Ok, bye.


MOM: Bye


"good morning sweetie," my grandpa says. He came to check on me once he was up. He leaves. "Hello, do you want some breakfast?" My Grandma asks when she comes in. "Ok," I say.


Breakfast:


Toast with cream cheese, fruit and a drink.


Ingredients:


Toast, of any kind
Cream cheese
Fruit (preferably watermelon and raspberries)
Drink (any kind)


Instructions:


Put your bread in toaster to make toast


Put toast on plate


Spread with cream cheese


Add cut up fruit on side


Pour drink in glass


Enjoy!


 A Walk:


Down the hill we go, down, and down until the sea breeze hits us. Our feet smack on pavement. Click slap click slap. Our feet crunch on gravel as we sit down on a bench. Up the hill we go, up and up until we are back. Our tired feet drag along the pavement as we hope for shade. The air conditioning hits us with a blast when we step inside the house.


Lunch:


Going out to meet some relatives, that I have apparently met before. PF Chang's great food, I have Veggie LoMein. Going out for gelato, I have cookies and cream. We facetime my Mom.
"Hi!" We all say. "Hi everyone. I just wanted to see you before I went into meeting." She says. "I've gotta run, I'll text you, Sof." "Ok, bye!" I reply.


Shopping:


Trying on clothes. Coming out. Getting a new size. Trying on more clothes. Fun, but tiring.
Now finding a new suitcase. This one, is perfect. It is a carry-on and metallic teal. We buy it, then head back to the house.


Writing:


Now I'm on the computer, writing my SOL. It's been a long day, and it isn't over yet!

SOL March 29

The wind pulls my hair this way and that. The bay's breeze tickles me, wants me. There is moisture in the air. And the breeze
                                      is
                                          alive.
It wants to go into shops, it is pushing open doors. It wants to sit on a bench and watch the waves tickle the shore. There are sharp blasts pulling around a certain bench. It wants to eat sushi, and is pushing open the restaurant door. It wants to go into an antique shop, pulling the door open with a gust. It has decided to follow me around ticking my hair and making me go crazy. But then again, nothing that
                    is
                       alive
is perfect. The wind has pushed a baby bird out if it's nest. I see the newborn, no feathers on it's skin lying on the ground. It's guts are lying next to it in a pool of blood. I scream and run and put my face in my mom's arm. The wind
                                              is
                                                 alive.
It is taunting
screeching
crying
running
playing
laughing
straying
distracting
attacking
acknowledging

The wind, like any other

Is alive

SOL March 28

A dedication

A challenge

A bite

A curiosity

A sliver

A month 

A credibility 

A love

A soul

A dare

A surprise 

A portion 

A heart

A wedge

A being

An energy

An enthusiasm 

An essence 

A fascination

An impulse

A sparkle

An abstract

A wonder

An awe 

A marvel

A chance

An amazement

A hassle

A confusion

A lifetime

A SOL

A Slice Of Life.

SOL 27

Most depressing song lyrics EVER:

If I Die Young:

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in a river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh, uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother

She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh,

And life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no

Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, oh well

I've had just enough time

Pompeii:

I was left to my own devices

Many days fell away with nothing to show.

And the walls kept tumbling down

In the city that we love

Great clouds roll over the hills

Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like

Nothing changed at all?

And if you close your eyes

Does it almost feel like

You've been here before?

Firework:

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag

Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin

Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under?

Screams but no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you

'Cause there's a spark in you?

But why... do people always write about the sad things and not the happy ones?

I guess there are some songs that are happy...

Shake It Off:

Can't stop, won't stop moving

It's like I got this music

In my mind, saying it's gonna be alright

Cause the players gonna play, play, play

And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate

Baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake

Shake it off

Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break

And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake

Baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake

Shake it off, Shake it off

Happy:

Here come bad news talking this and that, yeah,

Well, give me all you got, and don't hold it back, yeah,

Well, I should probably warn you I'll be just fine, yeah,

No offense to you, don't waste your time

Here's why

Because I'm happy

Shut Up and Dance:

She took my arm,

I don't know how it happened.

We took the floor and she said,

"Oh, don't you dare look back

Just keep your eyes on me."

I said, "You're holding back,"

She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"

This woman is my destiny

She said, "Oh, oh, oh,

Shut up and dance with me."

(that last one was for Kam :D)

SOL March 26

This is literally a slice of my life. It is a conversation between Grace and I.

"I don't know what to write my slice about."

"Just write blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah."

"I'm just going to do another slice of my life."
"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah."

"Wow, grace."

"I think I just heard Blu blu blah blu blah blu blah."

"No, I just said blah a bunch of times."

"How many times did you say that Grace"

*laugh*

"I don't know, like ten."

"Ok..."

"No, more like nine."

"How do you draw a small frisbee, disk like thing?"

"Oh, are you doing the disk challenge."

"Ya."

"I would do it like this"

*I draw a disk*

"Actually, that sucked, do like a line with a circle with like more circles... you know?"

"Ok,"

"Arg!"

"What?"

"Now I have to write all that in my slice."

"Oh, so everything I say has to go in your slice?"

"Yup..."

"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah."

"No!"

"Do you know how to draw bubble letters?"

"No! Grace!"

"Just be quite until I finish."

"Ok."

"Does this look good?"

"Grace!"

"Sorry..."

"Do you mind if I use your name?"

"I don't care."

"'Cause like, I just put it in..."

"I don't mind."

"I'm going to color this in now."

"You know you can only use two colors, right?"

"Ya, I'm only using two."

"Oh, good, this is gold..."

"And this is purple..."

"Are you done with your Ultimate thing?"

"Grace..."

"Are you seriously still writing that?"

"Ya, look."

"Wow, I have to read that thing."

"Oh, pretty gold..."

"GRACE!"

"I don't like my lightning blots...."

"Grace!"

"Ops..."

SOL March 25

The sleet is souring down and
                                                I
                                                  am
                                                       in
                                                          a
                                                             skirt.

Most day I choose not to wear skirts, they are not my go to, per-say. But today...
                                                                                                                              I
                                                                                                                               am
                                                                                                                                    in
                                                                                                                                        a
                                                                                                                                          skirt.

My poor, bare legs wonder how long they will last until death.
I wonder how long I will last.

The snow outside is pouring, it is like we are in a snow globe. Someone is shaking this globe over and over, even though I just want them to stop. To put an end to all of this. To make the globe so knees can see another day.

This snow globe is not stopping. I must stay inside. Please be indoor recess. But wait. Why am I wishing for something we all hate? Oh I must be dining of cold already. The snow will keep falling and I will keep wishing that I was smart.

SOL March 24- Divergent

Beatrice Prior lives in a city with factions, that means that there are five different classifications for people. The first is Abnegation, who are the selfless. The second is Dauntless, the brave. The third is Amity who believe in peace. The fourth is Erudite who care about knowledge. The fifth is Candor who are always honest. Beatrice is Abnegation, but at the choosing ceremony, she chooses Dauntless, after learning she is Divergent. She found that out from the aptitude test,where her results were inconclusive, meaning she fit under Dauntless, Abnegation, and Erudite. After joining dauntless she realizes what grave danger awaits her, as a divergent.

BEST BOOK EVER! The characters were really well developed and this book is very well written. The story gets better and better, especially at the end of allegiant, but I won't spoil that. You should read these  books! 

Bye, bye!

SOL March 23

An Ode to Kam:

I will have to say goodbye.

Do you remember the time we learned to tie a tie? 

I will have to say see you,

Though we have so much more to do.

I will have to say adieu,

Feeling very blue

I will have to say until then

I know I will hear from you again.

I will have to say ciao

When you take your final bow.

I will have to say so long,

But I know that is where you do belong.

I will have to say adios,

Even though we were really close.

I will have to say au revoir

As you wave from your car.

I will have to say cheerio

And say goodbye to a hero.

I will have to say aloha,

but maybe we can meet in Doha.

I will have to say farewell

And know our time was very swell.

I will have to say later

To a great creator.

I will have to say have a good one

Knowing that we had some fun.

I will have to say all the best

You were my bird's nest.

I will have to say take care

And I swear:

You will not be forgotten.

Bye bye! 

SOL March 22

Definition of Ultimate Frisbee in English:

Noun

A team sport in which players seek to score points by passing a frisbee to a teammate over the opposing teams goal line:

accurate throwing is hugely important in Ultimate Frisbee

That was from oxforddictionaries.com

I don't think that definition is very accurate. 

You need to consider it's name: Ultimate Frisbee

First find ultimate's definition (I found this in dictionary.refrence.com and shortened it):

Adjective

1.
last; furthest or farthest; ending a process or series:
the ultimate point in a journey; the ultimate style in hats.
3.
highest; not subsidiary:
ultimate goal in life.

Noun

5.
the final point; final result.
6.
a fundamental fact or principle.
7.
the best, greatest, or most extreme of its kind.

Look at number 7. I like that on best. Now we look at frisbee (dictionary.refrence.com):

Trademark.

1.
a brand of plastic concave disk, used for various catching games bysailing it between two or more players and thrown by making it spinas it is released with a flick of the wrist.

Now, we can take those three definitions (ultimate frisbee, ultimate, and frisbee) to make one:

Ultimate Frisbee:

Noun

1.

The best, greatest, way to use a brand of plastic concave disk in order for players seek to score points by passing a frisbee to a teammate over the opposing teams goal line. There are many variations of this sport.

2.

The most extreme way to use a plastic disk by throwing to other teammates over the opting team's goal line in order to get points. 

And that is what ultimate frisbee is, though definitions cannot really define things at their core. 

:)

SOL March 21

I count the seconds:
777,600
I count the minutes:
12,960
I count the hours:
216
I count the days:
9
I count the weeks:
1.28571
I count the months:
0.295694
I count the years:
0.0246412
I count the decades:
0.00246412
I count the centuries:
0.000246412

I count how much longer the SOL Challenge will last.

I count the seconds:
1.814e+6
I count the minutes:
30,240
I count the hours:
504
I count the days:
21
I count the weeks:
3
I count the months:
0.689953
I count the years:
0.0574961
I count the decades:
0.00574961
I count the centuries:
0.000574961

I count how far we have come.

SOL March 20

Have you

ever

felt that

feeling

where your

head hurts 

with frustration.

When you watch a 

movie

based on the 

BEST

book ever in the

history of

ever,

and then they 

leave out 

so much.

That feeling 

when you 

know 

what happens next,

you can't wait,

you shake with anticipation,

but then,

it doesn't happen.

You scream:

"WHAT?"

they left that out?

Why would they do that to you?

You don't 

CARE 

if the movie lasted

forever if they went 

word 

for

word.

You 

WANT

it to last forever.

But then,

you finish the movie

and realize:

that was really good...

but..

what about that one

part, where a character

leaves,

and then that one 

character is a 

BIG 

part in the next book.

And then you wonder:

what will they do?

They didn't even make that 

ONE

character a

character.

You didn't even know he 

even

EXISTED

in the movie.

Humph.

What a disappointment.

But then you think:

Hey,

that was

really,

truly,

honestly,

GREAT.

:)

SOL March 19

Almost four hours ago, there was a snip. A tiny little snip from a pair of scissors that marked no turning back. No turning back from a change, a big change. This change would take more than a few moths to grow back. Almost three hours and forty-five minutes ago there was another snip. That snip marked being halfway done. Then, almost three hours and fifteen minutes, you could hear a snip. A snip that marked the end. It marked the end of cutting off almost six inches from my hair.

SOL March 18

This is literally a slice of my life:

*Grace walks in*

"There seems to be a lot of grace missing lately..."

"Like hail merry."

"Do you get it?"

"No."

"It's like... you know grace... like... inside of you..."

"Oh! Now I get it."

"Doctor, is my husband going to live? He is if you... I can't read the rest of this one."

"Hey, let me read the rest."

"Here."

"Sof, come here." 

*Talia walks in* 

"I can just stay here."

"Oh yeah!"

"Oh, is that a twirler?"

"No, it's a red vine you were wrong."

"Is it one of Eric's stale ones?"

"No, he got new ones."

"Oh!"

"Alright guys, come meet for 90 seconds."

 

SOL March 17

An Ode To Divergent:

I loved you from the beginning

But of course I was one of the last to read it.

So I had to feel

The pain and sorrow of someone spoiling your book.

especially you, a book I 

truly love

so dearly

but then

bam!

I know your ending

but I am only to the middle.

I know who the characters really are.

I know.

But I don't want to, I want to finish you myself.

*sigh*

Why do people spoil

the things

I love?

Oh Divergent why do I love you so?

SOL March 16

I run, sprinting because we only have fifteen seconds left. 

14

13

12

11

10

9

8

7

6

5

4

3

2

I jump, diving behind a shrubby tree at the last second. Looking up from my hiding place, I notice I cut myself on my arm, my wrist, and my finger. I wince with the pain. Suddenly, I realize I have to see the number. What is it? I see it just before Elizabeth's hand goes down. It is a two. The time starts ticking, this time we only have ten seconds:

9

8

7

where should I go?

6

5

4

look! another shrubby tree!

3

2

I dive behind this one, keeping my head down. I feel a pain in my left arm. Ouch! I have two more small grass cuts on my arm. I hear Elizabeth calling out the people she sees. "Who is that?" She says "Oh, Sofie, I see you!" I come out from my shrub, leaving my friend behind. I hope she isn't caught. Darn. I keep watching the game, sad that I didn't win. 

SOL March 15

Doing nothing feels so good

I think my mom understood

That I was so tired 

But now i'm desired

By my parents, to get up.

But lying here is so nice

Maybe I'll have some rice

I am a little antsy

Feeling a little fancy

My pillow here next to me

I will plea

To keep on laying

So I will keep on saying:

Doing nothing feels so good

SOL March 14

Today is Pi(e) day. By the way: This is some of Pi: 3.141592653589793238462643832795....

1.  Today (3. 14 15) at 9:26 and 53 seconds make a wish (for 3.141592653) 
2.  Today 3. 14 at 1:59 and 26 seconds make a wish (for 3.1415926)
3.  Eat a piece of pie.
4.  Now!
5.  Count the letters in each word: May I have a large container of coffee?  (they equal pi (3.1415926))
6. Pi is thought to have been used to make ancient Egyptian pyramids 
7. Have a good day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
8. Cool video:

Photo and Video Credit: "Pi Day Isn't Just Magical, It's Mathematics. And There's Pie!" NPR. NPR, n.d. Web. 14 Mar. 2015.

SOL March 13

The Miracle Of The Flying Pig

There was once a flying pig. His name was Fredrick. He used to not have wings.Then, one day he wandered over to the woods on a day just like today. Friday the 13th. But today was a lucky day for this pig. Anyway, he wandered over into the woods and saw another pig. He had wings, unlike Fredrick. This pig's name was Finley. Fredrick wandered over to Finley and asked where got his wings. Finley directed Fredrick to a birds nest a few trees down. Fredrick saw that the nest was full of wings. Oh my! he squealed with delight.Then they flew away. 

The end 

SOL March 12

That little tickle in the 

back

of your mind

That little prick in the

back

of your mind

That small thought, 

that notice that

something,

anything,

will so wrong.

That anxiety

That Stress

That little tiny thought

that is trying

oh

so

hard

to come to the front 

of your

mind.

To be a 

big

deal.

That thought 

that even though

you are doing 

your best,

That thought

that it's not

nearly

enough.

But then 

when it is

over, it

can go

two ways

You do well

Or you fail.

Either way

it will be over.

and you will not be 

Stressed

SOL March 11

Who came first? 

The Chicken:

Or The Egg:

Hmmm....

Everyone has pondered this question some point in their life. Who came first? I thought the chicken. But really. How could it be the chicken. Even though they are fluffy and cute, they had to hatch from an egg. Dinosaurs hatched from eggs. The question is: who came first: the chicken or the egg? The question isn't: who came first: the chicken or the chicken egg? If that second one were the question, then, sure, it would be the chicken... but dinosaurs people!! Dinosaurs hatched from eggs. Birds evolved from dinosaurs. Chicken are birds. Meaning...

 the egg came first!

Egg and Spoon-Gregory Maguire SOL march 10

This book is about two girls named Cat and Elena. There lives cross when a train pulls up into Elena's starving town. This train carries hope. They get separated from their lives and go on amazing adventures. I don't recommend this book because it was really boring for the first 250 pages. Then it got interesting. Though this book was well written, it had very, very little plot and I did not enjoy it. My favorite character was Baba Yaga, the Russian witch. She was written to be really funny, and she has a temper.

TBR:

Divergent

Insurgent

Recommendations?

SOL MARCH 9

So many

Swirling Thoughts

Tumbling Around

In a Big

Jumble

So many

Ideas

Memories

But...

Nothing.

What should I write?

OH!

Wait!

I just wrote something.

SOL March 8

I fly high through the air soaring, but suddenly hit the ceiling. Ouch, ouch, oh! I bump along through the rafters. I come flying down, dropping faster and faster. I hit the cement ground with a soft ping and bounce back up. But not as high because a huge hand comes swooping out of the air on to me. Suddenly I am thrown up and hit with a wooden paddle. I land on the table with another ping, leaping up to greet the other paddle. It hits me with another ping, and I go across the table over and over again. Then, suddenly, I come crashing down on cement and roll into the dust. I am grabbed by the big hand and, once again,  hit by the paddle into the rafters. Bang, bang, oh, ouch! I land, trapped between the ceiling, laying on top of the open garage door. Then, I begin rolling and rolling and fall, landing in the big hand to once again be hit by the paddle. I am a ping-pong ball.

March 7

Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around, Around.

Over and Over, Around and Around.

 So pink, I feel like I am twisting a ball of brain.

 Each little stand is a thought. 

I wonder what it is thinking. Over and Over, Around and Arou- 

a tangle the brain, a big one. 

A huge one, in fact. 

What did I do wrong? 

I loop the thoughts in and around each other. 

Over, under, over, over, and around. 

So many times so many loops.

But then

finally

after my moments 

of parish

I finish my 

ball

of

yarn.

March 6 SOL

I love looking at pictures of cute little owls.

It is like looking at the cutest perfect thing.

Their beaks smile.

Their eyes smile.

Owls are very smiley.

But then there are the mean owls.

The wise owls.

The night owls.

The creepy owls.

The whoot-y owls.

But I like the cute owls.

I had a friend.

She loved owls.

Especially snow-y white owls. 

I had another friend.

She was scared of them.

I used to think we had owls.

They hooted and hooted.

they were pigeons.

Do pigeons sound like owls?

If your hand isn't to tired.

Or if you are actually still reading...

Scroll back up.

Look at that cute owl.

His perfect yellow eyes.

awwwwwww...

So cute.

Did you scroll back down?

Why am I writing about owls?

They aren't my favorite animal.

I don't want one or anything.

I like looking at pictures of them and all...

but...

I don't really know.

SOL Mar. 5

Going In:

Big metal room. So big, so many people. My Mom, my Dad, in chairs looking at me. Me, on a rolling stretcher, waiting, inhaling the laughing gas. The surgeon telling corny jokes, trying to calm my parents and I down. So much metal. Steel piping everywhere. This is where I went in. To have surgery.

Coming out:

I wake up. In a room, on a bed, with an IV hooked up to my arm. My Mom, My Dad, in chairs looking at me. My Mom crying. Tan, cream walls. A curtain. The nurse walks in.

Recovering:

Ice cream, so much ice cream. In bed for so, so long. It felt like the best day of my life when I could go outside.

This is when I got my tonsils taken out.

SOL March 4 Fired Eggs (not fried)

I pour some oil into the frying pan and it immediately starts to sizzle.

Sizzle Sizzle Craaaaaack 

The oil starts bubbling and boiling.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

I quickly crack two eggs into the pan. I watch as the whites and yolks separate and start to fry. The edges of the fried eggs begin to turn brown. The oil sizzles and I lift the pan to shift the oil around.
Then I put the lid onto the pan and weight for my eggs to be done. I decide to play on my iPad Mini while I wait for my eggs. I start to play Crossy Road. Tap, tap, tap, tap, swipe, swipe, tap, pause, tap, tap. I just play the game for a few rounds, then I go upstairs to talk to my mom for a few minutes. I  think I was only gone for the few minutes when the egg would cook. But instead the oil is boiling heavily. I take off the lid and are covered with hot oil. Ouch!

The oil is burning, burning like hot fire.

Sizzle Sizzle Sizzle.

My eggs have not been fried, they have been fired. Hot fiery eggs.

Egg and Spoon by Gregory Maguire: Week 1: SOL march 3

Elena lives in a starving Russian village. Then a train arrives full of possibility. It also arrives with an interesting girl named Cat. The train is stopped and the girls' lives collide. They meet an array of interesting characters consisting of the rest of Cat's family, on the way to go to a party with the Tsar, Baba Yaga: the witch of the woods, Dumb Doma (Doma mean house in Russian) Baba Yaga's house perched atop chicken legs.

I like this book but am on the fence of it. It was really interesting, but then had some boring stuff for a while so I am hoping the pace picks up. My favorite character is Baba Yaga, I think she is portrayed really well and I have grown to like her. This book Is written extremely well, it is by Gregory Maguire, the author of Wicked.

TBR:

Divergent
Rest of that series (insurgent)
recommendations?

SOL March 2

The big blue creature reaches for me, takes me deeper, ever so deeper into my mess. It forces me to
use tissues until my nose is red and rough. It knocks me down and I stay down, just waiting for it to
be over. The big blue creature has me use medicine every four hours. It pushes me down deeper into the covers on my bed. It forces me to sneeze over and over.  The big blue creature is huge, to huge to be real, but he is. It storms after me in every room I go in. I try to get small, but that only makes him bigger. But the big blue creature is being fought by my blood cells. Suddenly the big blue creature shrinks down, down, down back into my body. My mom comes in and asks "How's your cold?"

SOL March 1: Rabbits and Angels

Rabbit Rabbit

These two words are supposed to give you good luck for a whole month.

But really. Is somebody watching you? Is somebody looking to see if you say it?

Does somebody want to give you good luck for a month? Who would do that?

Why do you say that?

Really, I say it all the time and yet I never get good luck. Ever. Good things happen to me, sure. But have I ever gotten a whole month of good luck? No. No way. It's honestly really weird. Rabbit Rabbit.

But then... WAIT!

You say moose moose on the second day of the month if you forget to say rabbit rabbit. Now this person is watching you for TWO whole days? What?

Who would want to watch over me? Angels? I don't believe in angels. So much wouldn't have happened to me if there were angels. 

But what if my Angel  was watching over me and wanted me to learn things. I have learned  a lot. What if the angel though this was good for me. 

Now I really don't know.

Well then I guess I should just say:

Rabbit Rabbit