Try... its all you can do

Reach for the sky, though you know in your heart you cant possibly make it, you try because its all you can do. There is no point in hatred is there? Sitting in my room staring at my cieling one fine day( yesterday, at 10 pm... yes I know how I ever wake up in the morning is a mystery even to myself) and I decided that I'd not hate anyone today. Boy was I in for it. But in my time on my bed, and under the stars I did realize many other things too.

1. There is no point in doing nothing

2. How you could deny the church is way beyond me

3. Some people you can't get out of your head no matter how much "soap" you use

4. My family is officially crazy.. not the good kind either

5. My favorite crayon in the box is silver, though my favorite color is yellow

6. I havent had Ice Cream in a LOOOONNNGG time... though thanks to my mia maids leader I have had Cup cakes:D Whoot!

I never realized how much I was disliked, until I tried not to dislike people... there is this new kid in my english clas and he is horrible! I dont even know him and he is always making rude comments about me, and critisizing my every move.... then there are people I dont even know, just giving me dirty looks, and I can guarantee about half of my childs development class wants to kill me... and this girl corina she's a cheerleader and that makes her better than us somehow so she makes fun of me... of course I dont care or listen but...Well anyways I dont know how I'm ever going to get through tomorrow... not that anything bad is going to happen, but.... well.... I cannot wait for the party ! I only get to see Shaun once a week or when we have combined activities... but still NOT ENOUGH! lol
You know what I just realized?My backyard is the most beautiful place in the entirety of las vegas I swear! I went out to take care of it(my grapes, and garden) and I layed down and I swear I could live out there. But then again the only reason I love it is because it reminds me of Iowa. I've been missing Iowa more and more lately, and I dont know why. It nags at me that I cant be there and I miss the little details most of all. I actually wrote an essay about it for english.

Iowa
I looked out the window of the plane carefully assessing the landscape and finally declaring us to be there. All I could see from my window behind the wing was a sliver of land that had changed in the duration of our plane ride from a dull brown, to green. The attendant rang the annoying little bell and announced, “We are now arriving at your destination please be seated and fasten your seat belts.” I continued to read my book, as I had been before, to control the anxious feeling arising inside of me. This summer I went back to Iowa, the place I once knew as my home. It was for me, an unforgettable experience
I walked off the plane ecstatic; I already felt the familiarity of home seeping back into me like drugs dripping into an IV, slowly washing a happy feeling over my body. In Iowa everything is a beautiful shade of either plant green, or a rich brown, the shades of life. Everywhere I looked there was a scene of stunning landscape deserving of a movie to be put into; from the fields of various crops, to the streams, ponds, and looking up, the towering trees and bright blue, beyond gorgeous sky. At first it all felt alien to me because after being in the desolate plain landscape of the desert for a time, I became hyper sensitive to the glorious little details that caught my eye. The plants and wildlife were always around me singing, chirping and buzzing away, whether I noticed them or not. Their birds called loudly to each other, immersing me in the beauteous of their chatter. Mosquitoes hum by unbothered until I found that I’d been bitten and forever notice, and scratch at that undying itch. At night there are fireflies, which I miss most of all. The people there, in Iowa, after repeated exposure to their quiet beauty, are insensitive to their glamour, while I am awestruck at the sight of their graceful glowing patterns.
My family and friends from the past, visit my grandmother’s house constantly, because that’s where we stayed for the duration or our visit. I was repeatedly being told how gorgeous I looked and how much I’d grown, which I tried to casually turn in to they hadn’t seen me through my awkward stages and didn’t know what else to say. Though I enjoyed the attention to an extent, every now and again, I’d end up taking a cousin, aunt, uncle, or friend to the swing to talk. We swung where I had as a child relaying memories, or repeating them from our point of view. While laughing over them, or every now and then crying from missing so much of each other’s lives. That swing became my swing, where I did everything. I had made a journal before I left that I was to write to a friend in, that I could always be found scribbling my thoughts, or describing my day to. I loved the way the shadows played on my paper as the sun shone brilliantly through the trees and the wind brought the smell of life and the sight of leaves and grass dancing gracefully in the wind. It was a place that, for me, begat peace and joy, where I could review the events of my day in beautiful solitude and quiet.
Though in the end I had to leave the place that, over the few weeks I had stayed, became again my home. I learn things in that time, lessons and stories I hope to never forget, and that I hold close and dear to my heart. I learned to look for the beautiful little things that catch my eye and to have time for myself to be able to think things through and get up the courage to believe in myself. As I sat in the plane watching the slow but steady change from green back to brown, I realized I had as well become insensitive to the beautiful little wonders that surround me every day that I set aside, and put on a shelf, never to be seen again. Always remember to look around and see, really see the wonders all around.


You see? I just feel... homesick but I havent lived there for years! why just now do I miss it? Good news! I have all O's and ...almost... straight A's of course that's excusing my C in geometry.... but that doesnt count! hmmmm Today I did the funniest thing! Well you know Purple (katies... favorite crayon in the box) Well we nicknamed The guy she likes purple... but her favorite color is orange... so its her favorite crayon in the box:D so today I got a bag of purple crayons, and handed them to him asking if he knew her and would give them to her:D So her day was brightened after the terrible events of today ... dun Dun DUN! But that is not my story to tell..... so anyways someone said after reading one of my posts, that though I acted like a 4 foot deep pool (not shallow not deep) but that on the inside, i was worth diving into... 20 points this week.. rollovers from last week, not many kind words were said to me this week:( tear! oh well you guys love me! .. reach for the sky!
My name is Rylea... Whats yours!