The last slice

     The slice of life story challenge is done. Even though I might have not gotten as many as I could have or wanted to I still think this challenge was pretty fun. Reading about other people, what they do, how things are going with them, then also me. Spewing out my thoughts into words and posting it for other people to read. Last year I did this challenge and got 31/31 days. This year I think I got more like 27/31. I'm not sure. It was still fun though.

What scares me

        If I was ever asked to tell what scared me the most it would be paper bags. You know the ones with the handles that look like they are attached my a glue stick. Then your Mom always brings them to the store, puts really heavy groceries in them, and then she tells you to bring it in. I swear she does this only to scare me. I take the back out of the car and pray to the lord that it doesn't break. She always tells me what she puts in the bags. This time it was "something something glass, something something eggs, and something something fragile. So if this bag broke I would be in trouble. That's why those bags scare me the most out of anything on the planet

Music

      My life would be so much better if I could have constant music. Music is great, I don't enjoy it much when I have to practice it on the piano but when I'm doing chores or something else. It lights up the whole world, makes everything better, when I'm in a bad mood. I listen to music. When something is going on and I don't want to be there, I listen to music, it takes me to another place that is so much better then what is going on around me.

piano

I look at my hands, I have no idea what I'm doing. My fingers are everywhere pressing random keys. It's muscle memory. My eyes think its randomness, my fingers know what they are doing. I lean my head back and I dont think at all. I just close my eyes and listen. My fingers do the work. I listen and enjoy myself while I play the piano.

Forgetting to slice

     It was kind of funny when I remembered I had forgotten about 4 days of slicing. It was about 7:00 PM and I had just eaten dinner. I was lying down on my couch and I was watching the TV show brain games on my i pad. The episode was about memory. There was a guy who could memorize multiple long cereal numbers on dollar bills. He also had a great long term memory, and I thought it would be cool to have a good long term memory. So I started thinking about things I might have forgotten, I thought since I had a long weekend I might have forgotten a school assignment, and yes sir. I did.

My hopes and dreams

     I was first going to keep this slice blank because that would be funny but.....

     I want to be a published author with a P.H.D. I want to be a mechanic with a master's degree in basic chemistry. I want to be a car company owner. I also always want to be sober. I want to be a very good actor. I want to have solved the theory of everything. I want to be the first person to be on mars. I want to have been into a black whole. I want to rule the world.

   Dream big kids.

The annual I don't know what to write

The annual I don't know what to write slice

I don't know what to write!
There is nothing in my head
I am really tired
And I want to go to bed.
My phone is almost dead
The only rime I can think of is led.
The time is only nine
We have already dined
My day went ok
I hope tomorrow is a snow day
For something good,tomorrow, sit tight
I have no idea what to write

Life

Life is like a camera.
You focus of whats cool.
Zoom in on what is neat.
Take a shot when you want to remember something.
Take pictures with your best friends.
And if there is a bad shot.
Delete it and take another.
If something sad or bad happens just don't take a picture.
And when you find the best pictures,
Frame them.

Today

My life everyday is too much. I pack too much in one day, especially today. Today was the worst. Wake up, the morning was easy, eat, sit for about five minutes. Then, go to an ultimate tournament the end games for Winter League. I play ultimate until 10:00. Go to piano practice. Go back to ultimate to finish the games. Go home at about noon. Take a shower. Drive to Logan. Do a play. Sit for about ten minutes. Do another play. Have a party. Go home. Write a slice. Go to bed.     Gnight!

SOLSC 13

     I look at the monitor, it's almost there, come on, come on! Devon walks off stage.

   "Alright, lets go guys, bench, train station sign, and water pump." We get up and walk backstage. The lights go out. My time to shine, we take off the pump and I take on the train station sign. Halfway out of the curtain, the sign has to be on the right side. I look up. It's good. I walk off stage go back to the monitor. The lights come back up and the actors start talking again. The sign and bench are good, we did it. Only 5 more changes to go.

    Stage craft is fun.

SOLSC 12

Every day I am forgotten. Every day I am remembered, used, moved, tied, taken off, thrown, put on, and every day I go to a new place.  I move, I walk, one in front of the other, I move across land, water, grass, sand, rocks, gravel, cement, and more things every day. Which day will I walk these surfaces, I do not know.

            Every day I stand, I don’t move, I walk, run, and jump, I fly, I am free.

            And then I get forgotten again. It is dark out now. Tomorrow I will be worn by whom I don’t know.

            Every day I get worn down more and more. One day I will be thrown out, never to be worn again. Never to be seen, but to be destroyed, taken apart used as scrap. But when will that day come? That day will be my end, that day I will be no more. But from the freedom of all the other days, I think I am ready for that day.

           

The life of a shoe.

Cross country

     Driving on the bus, I'm nervous, getting out, I'm nervous, warming up, I'm nervous. My heart beating so hard if I put my hand on my leg I can feel it. Should I eat this? Should I do that? Will that make me run faster? How much time do we have?

     Walking up to the starters line, I'm nervous. It feels like forever until the starter comes out, it feels like an hour while he goes over the rules, how were starting, where to go. I'm gonna mess up. I'm gonna trip. SOMETHING is going to happen. My heart beats faster, my eyes dart from left to right.

     I hear the horn finally. My nervousness disappears and I just run.

Computer problemos

     Sometimes I feel like there is a little gnome in my computer trying to mess with me when I need to use the computer most. I come up to the computer sweating and anxious because I might not get my paper turned in on time. The little gnome senses it and starts making the internet crash, my computer freeze and my work dissapear.

      But then ill just sit down to the computer, not needing to use it at all but just to look up some dumb video and the gnome thinks "Ill give him the fastest internet ever!" "Because he doesn't need to use it at all, YAY!" So, I watch my video and then I need to write my slice of life because I forgot about it! So the gnome messes with me again.

     God! I hate when the gome meses wit ma wards tu.

My Dad

Music fills my ears
I can hear the faint squeak of fingers on the keys
I recognize this song as The Entertainer
One of my moms favorties
And mine
And my brothers
My Dad is smiling as he plays the music perfectly
He is really good at piano.

Hiking

I hear a whoosh past my ear
I realize its the wind that I hear

I keep trudging up the slope
This view is pretty dope

My legs are getting sore
I feel as though I have been running from a boar

I see my family far ahead
I fell like I'm still in bed

My body keeps moving on
I feel like I'm trying to hike to the capitol of azerbaijan
I think hiking is pretty fun

Being Tired (is annoying) March 6th

    I find being tired one of the weirdest feelings. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't feel bad, it is just weird like the toothbrush at the dentists. Your eyes feel like they need to close more often, sometimes they close on their own, you have significantly less energy but somehow you can still move your body. I also fell like I'm not in control of my body anymore, it just moves.

    I (like most people) am tired at night and in the morning. Which to me doesn't make sense. I understand being tired at night, you have used your brain all day and you have used up most of your energy. But being tired in the morning doesn't make sense. You have just rested your brain, you got your energy back and everything should just be fine. Now, if you didn't go to bed early enough yes that makes sense. But today for example I went to bed around 10:30 last night, slept to about 9:30. 11 hours of sleep and I woke up a zombie.

Slice #5 March 5th

    My mom leaned over to me:

    "Your up next," She said. "Either you just got third second or first or your just going to be a top ten." They were calling up winners in alphabetical order, they got certificates, and their picture taken, but third second and first place winners got gifts and certificates, pens, school supplies, a book signed by Dom Testa, and their picture taken.
    
     At the beginning of the announcements I heard:

     "Anderson, Dennis, Jones, Luther, Lucca, Micheals, Smith, and then my mom told me:

     "Your up next, either you just got third second or first or your just going to be a top ten."

     "And the third place winner out of 722 entries is!" My head collapsed into my hands I got top three! "Max Van Sickle!

SOL#4 (March 4th)

           I broke my wrist once. I was about eight years old, not being the smartest person at the time, anyway I have one of those Basketball hoops that are adjustable so I got the trash can, stood on top, lowered the hoop and dunked it. Then, I would move it backwards, get up on top and dunk it. Move it back, you see whats going on, sometime along the way I was going to miss right? Well I didn't believe in physics back then. I moved it back once more, jumped the ball hit the rim, I fell backwards, put my arm down to protect myself, but I broke it.

           What I find interesting is when I just walk along in bare feet and suddenly I stub my toe. Oh the pain, honestly I think that hurts more than a broken arm.