Waking up because of my fathers curse of snoring made me realize that it was time to get to work, I earnestly got up and into the bathroom to wash myself. Then as the day truly started I slung articles of clothing on one after another to be sure that I would keep warm while I made my endevour to shovel my fathers car out of its dastardly parking space and eventually getting to his friends car who had stayed over the night before. We worked hard day in and day out helping the multitude of neighbors that needed assistance with there vehicles throughout the  

Tuesday, was a day of rest and relaxation, watching he snow fall and being enhanced by slumber for a good majority of the day gave nothing but peace and tranquility, something that, with getting up wicked early in the morning, and getting home wicked late at night hasn't been a very serious option for me, but still I rage on. Playing cards and board games to pass the time away with my grandmother was something that was very dear to me in my heart because, it's times like these when you sit and reflect and you understand that nothing lasts forever and it's important to spend time with loved ones whenever you can because you grow up to fast and the years go by too quickly to enjoy the little things in life. 

Monday was a day like any other, except for one thing, we knew that there was going to be some serious snow falling tonight eventing in the longest snow day ever consisting nothing but jokes and funny business. But we're just talking about Monday. So everyone went on with their day and it was a nice feel off day, until sports that is, of wait there were no sports so we went home early awesome. One of the more chilled days that I've ever had, I'll tell you that. Nothing but comfortable.

You want me to sell something of myself, 

You may think that I will sell my strength, 

Strength may be bought, 

but I'm not selling.

My strength becomes me, with every-

thing I do,
whether it ,
Be
picking up
 
bags in the morning,

Getting myself off 

The bus when we get to school,

Leaning in my chair

in every class.
My strength shows,

 bequeathed me,
 
from my grandfather,

To my dad,
from him to me,
And I_
shall pass it to my children,

As the gene cycle

continues, 

And the circle
 of life keeps cycling.

So,

 you may be able to find strength

Somewhere,

But not here.

My strength is here to stay.

As the ball starts to drop,
 the countdown 
begins,
I anticipate excitedly,
The end of a great year filled,
With amazing
trips, foods, experiences
And more, 
While reflecting on all the great year to come.

As the snow falls, 
The hard 
ground like 
an empty corpse
lies cold and
 untouched

As the cold wind blows,
I cover my face,
to keep
 my  heart,
beating like a
blazing sun from
Freezing,
like an
ice cube
in the cooler.