SOL 18/31: Chillin'

I lay back my eyes closed. The sun warms my face the red glow coming through my eye lids. I lay in a comfy lawn chair on the beach. In the background I hear kids yelling and playing but most of it is dulled out by the pleasant sound of waves rolling in and crashing on the beach. It's about as close to paradise as I have ever been. The thoughts of Pina Colada's (virgin of course) come to mind. I can taste the fresh pineapple and tropical flavors in my mouth. I think of fresh fruit on a tree. It has just been knocked off and brought right to me. I taste the sweetness of it and the juices. I roll over on to my side and just barely open my eyes. The brilliant white sand around me to so pristine and the vibrant blue waves that are made from the purest and clearest water. I roll back on to my back and look up to so the slightly leaning plan tree towering above me. The air is fresh and humid. It's as if everything was perfect so peaceful. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

SOL 17/31: Homework

I look out the window staring at the beautiful blue day with no clouds and its the perfect temperature. Then I look down at the huge mound of homework that sits in front of me taunting me. I have spanish, math, unit, slices and lines to memorize for the play. I look back up out the window. The war has just started in my head. Its a sunday morning around ten o'clock and it gorgeous out. I think about maybe going to the park or walking down to cherry creek to enjoy some cold frozen yogurt on this hot day, but then I try to use some common sense because all my homework is due tomorrow and I haven't even started on it. I go back and forth probably wasting more time then I should just deciding what to do.

I think on the pros and cons of both and it just goes back a forth. I decide that I really should do my homework. I start to put my head down when I decide and stand up look at my homework and say "Screw it" then run outside to bask in the sun.

SOL 16/31: Passwords

Passwords. 

There are too many in your life.Theres one for each email, you laptop, your desktop computer, your combination lock, your locker, your phone, your iPod...Now a days its more surprising to have to not use a password then to use one.When you are like me and have six emails it frustrating to keep track of everything. 

Once I tried writing all the passwords down on my phone but then I forgot the password to my phone. 
I wish there was just a finger print scanner for everything. It's very hard trying to keep track of everything.In the end I end up taking off all my passwords but then whats the point of them.

I try and try to remember them but I never can. Through all of my electronics, locks, emails, gaming and social media accounts its all very confusing. In the end I usually just use the same word with some string of letters attached to it and that is how I remember the best.

SOL 15/31: Basketball in Backyard

I stand up and stretch. I'm nine years old. I start dribbling the ball. The ball bouncing softly up and down each time hitting my hand then making a soft plunk. The court is damp more a previous rain but the sun beats down on on my pale face. I put the ball through my legs and pop for a shot. I hear the familiar swish as the ball goes through the hoop cleanly. i run and grab the ball and repeat. I'm in a small enclosed area that is fifteen by thirty feet big with only one side opening it a grass part. I have a falling apart rusty weathered soccer goal on one side of this area with a hit away on the other side. I shoot the ball again. I am in a fully developed world. I imagine I am on a wood court with bleachers all around. I pass the ball to my teammate and slash through the lane. He hits me on the run and I score on an easy lay up. Next drive I fake left pass right stutter step then pull back out catch the ball and shoot a jumper. It bounces out of the rim but I run grab it and do a short fade way jumper that falls in. Over and over I score. Pass left, pass right, stutter, slash, drive, pull up. Everything just goes my way. My shoes are squeaky on the wood floor, sweats running down my face, lights pouring down on me, the ball bouncing rhythmically, the fans cheering. Then I look around. I stand there sweat pouring down my face looking at the sun, ball in hand in my little fifteen by thirty foot area. I start dribbling again in my own little stadium where my cement is wood, the walls are stands, the birds are fans, and the sun is my lights.

SOL 14/31: Junior Olympics

I wake up and turn over. My three teammates are still dead asleep one of the snoring. I work my way over our cluttered hotel room in the process almost stepping on my teammate who is dead asleep on the floor. After I get to my phone I turn it on and start to check my texts. After two water polo games the first day and four yesterday I'm very exhausted. We have a record of 4-2 and we have four games today followed by at least two more the next day. I am about to lay back down when my alarm blares out. My teammates groan and flip back over. I work my way back to the alarm and turn it off then slump back on the floor closing my eyes. I back asleep. Ten minutes later I wake when my teammates through a bottle of water at me. I started yelling at them and they run out the room down to breakfast. I grab my damp towel dry off then follow them down grabbing my bag on my way out. After a five minute breakfast and devouring three eggs, four pancakes, three sages, some bacon and an apple I run outside and hop in the van. BY the time we get to the first pool we have two minutes before our game. We deck change and run and jump in the water. After a few laps we are ready to start our game. I line up on the wall and hear the whistle blow. 

SOL 13/31: Snow

It tingles,

The tip of your nose,

Your lips and tongue

It makes them go numb.

When it piles up it is a big cushion,

Your body can fall on to or you can jump in.

Bare skin goes numb just at the touch.

Big flakes fall all around me,

Big and puffy,

They float around me looking like crystals.

The air becomes full of moisture,

Thicker and thicker it gets,

Light soft.

This is a key ingredient for one of the best sports.

You can’t just go buy this ingredient at King Soopers though,

You have to hope, wish and wait for it to come.

This is snow and the sport is Skiing.

Skiing wouldn’t be complete without snow though.

You could make an argument for water skiing,

But nothing can actually compare to the real deal.

Without snow we would be at a lost,

Because we would not be able to ski,

Or sled,

Or any other winter sports involving snow.

Also we would not be able to have any snow days,

That is a free day on no school.

In the middle of the week.

Catch up on what is behind.

Get a head on things so you can have a better weekend.

So everyone who claims they do NOT like snow,

You should get your head wrapped around to liking it.

Because Snow is your true Best Friend.

SOL 12/31: Kenny

Kenny,

You ask yourself,

What kind of name is that,

Especially for a cat.

This isn’t South Park,

And especially to go with Cartman

What kind of name is that,

Well it has to be for a cat.

Skinny and heavy feet even though he ways nothing,

Spotted gray tabby fur,

He sulks in shadows.

He thinks he is sneaky but really isn’t.

On his cat castle he climbs,

Swinging from one hand to the next like a chimp,

Barely holding on except with the tips of his claws.

Spastic and frantic,

He runs like a chicken with his head cut off.

He gives us crazed looks,

Glossy big eyes and toothy grins.

Always on edge,

Never a moment to relax for him.

He is loving though always cares,

Cares for me and my family,

Acts like a watch dog.

He is great.