Wanting is the Key to the Door of Tragedy

I sat on my bed, wanting to be happy,
I wanted to eat, I wanted a person to hold my hand,
to tie up our fingers and have her gentle touch graze the tiny hairs on my knuckles,
I always wanted to go skydiving,
to taste the air that hits your face at a high velocity,
But never did I get those things,
so I found myself sad, so very sad,
Eventually I gave up on wanting things,
I found myself finally happy.

Feelings For Friends: Surprise!!

Feelings For Friends: Surprise!!: Soooooo I have decided to keep on using this blog as my own personal one because I like to do it and would like to share some of my original...

Surprise!!

Soooooo I have decided to keep on using this blog as my own personal one because I like to do it and would like to share some of my original pieces of whatever. I like to share my feelings and this would be a lovely way to do so!:)

Springing to Springrove!!

     To think I went to Springrove Cemetery during the spring, I go every year with my boy scout troop and we are just dying to go back. So many puns in one sentence! Any how, my first time going there was in fact with my boy scout troop and we loved it. Of course, we love every campout we go on but it was still very nice to see the famous cemetery. It really is famous, if you don't believe me then ask me when you are free and I will show you the article in Traveler's magazine dedicated to it.

     On our way there we had some new scouts a little hesitant about the idea of camping in a cemetery, but I told them there was nothing to be afraid of because all the dead does is sleep anyway! We camped in some woods that Springrove owns but is not using at the time so we would not be in the way of anything. Getting back to the wonder-striking view of the gorgeous cemetery, it was clear that whoever takes care of it puts in a lot of hard work in making the place look nice. There were well kept  bushes and big pots of flowers everywhere to add to the desolation and tranquility that every cemetery gives off. Some peope fail to feel such an unruffling emotion, but for me I seem to get torrented by it the moment my car goes through the entrance. When you think about it, theres really nothing at cemeteries. Cemeteries is where people house the dead, nothing ever happens, but for some reason I always find myself thinking really hard and feeling so at rest. Again, there I go with the puns!

     Yes, as far as the feelings you get most cemetaries are the same, but not Springrove, they have spectacular headstones and unorthodox gravesites that steal your focus and keep it for themselves. I find it different because I do in fact camp there every year, with my troop, my close friends, so I do have an emotional bond with the place. Nevertheless, I highly suggest a visit to this most, magnificent manor known as Springrove Cemetery. And finally, this is a post script, throughout this whole article I was unable to figure out how to spell cemetery. I was unsure if it was spelled cemetary, or cemetery, because cemetery kind of feels like symmetry. But anyways, I will bid you farewell until my next article.

The Beauteous Tradition of Winter

             

   My Christmas was absolutely gorgeous, while joining in on sharing gifts, at the same being grateful for the people who llve me. What could be better than that? Let me answer, nothing is better than that. Nothing is better than being surrounded by the people you love on such a magical morning like Christmas.     
    Christmas eve for my family was spent by first going to mass. I love going to Christmas mass for many reasons, one because the church is so very pretty and two because I get to see the people who do not normally go to mass every sunday. After that we went to the Union Terminal Train Exhibit and it was amazing. Yes the trains were interesting but what is more entertaining is to think that this many people would gather just to see something drive around, it is rather funny when you look at it that way!      
  Finally, we finished the day off by taking the family out to Larosa's where I got the opportunity to drink the greatest soda to ever be spawned kn the face of the earth. Peach Mellow Yellow is the most eloquently delectable, thirst quenching soft drink that has ever been made. I try my best to describe it but there truly is no way to capture such a beauteous drink other than to try it for yourself. You can do so by going to one of those new coke machines that have numerous flavors.       
     So as you can tell my Christmas travels were just magical, especially the end part. But all kidding aside I always love spending hours upon hours with my family, just enjoying each other. I love the Christmas season because the love that people have for one another is exposed and that is trul

Sweets by Ladawn

Sweets by LaDawn is a bakery that came from Baton Rouge, Louisiana and although I did not get an opportunity to taste the delectable delights made inside of her store that day, I did in fact go the next day to try her red velvet cupcake that was a moist, red cup shaped piece of heaven. It had that classic bakery smell of fondant and cake batter. Although it has absolutely no room whatsoever it is still well worth it to go through the awe inspiring sensation of consuming a Sweets by LaDawn product. It is literally less than two hundred yards away from Leaves of Learning and makes a good after school snack, treat dessert product. I would most definitely recommend Sweets by LaDawn to everyone who would like to partake in such wonder striking desert foods.

Here is the rest of "that big brown lake"

Finally, Wednesday rolls around, like I said before I am just having the complete opposite of a fun time, the only thing keeping me from leaving was my friend who was with me because we went together and he claims he was having an outright amazing time. So my cabin goes to sit down for lunch and then the annual daily awards start, for cabin of the day, camper of the day, counselor of the day, etc. So I here Lindsey, (the person announcing the awards) say “this next award goes to a camper in Cabin 99, (my cabin) and it is for the camper of the day, and it goes to Zachary Newman, for showing bravery on the Burma Bridge, toughness throughout the whole week and outstanding leadership to all his friends.” So for all of the things I thought were disasters, my counselors and fellow campers thought it showed “bravery…and leadership.” That is when my week started to turn around, and that is when I realized that I was in love. When Saturday came, the day we have to leave, I began to cry, not because I missed anyone, but because I just had to leave and had to wait another whole year before I can go back again. When I won that award I thought to myself, “you know, when I compare the disasters I had to the amount of fun I had, my fun memories completely outweigh them.” So I have decided to come back year after year and now I am currently employed there to be a counselor next summer, and year after year I always claim that it was the “best fun I have ever had.” Every year it gets better and better and I have yet to break that pattern. I hope that is one pattern that remains a constant. I love Camp Ernst, and most of all the people who live there.