Started playing golf on Tuesdays
I won a competition for putting although i hit a ball in the river with the driver.
Mac Tac Toe
Monday, October 18, 2010
Production
Production finished awhile ago, i did get the position as the light board and it was really fun.
Poem Writing

We've been writing poems at school and i couldn't thing of one big one so i made 3 small one's
They say
Poem 1:
The Trees
As i look out among the trees, i feel the gentle sea breeze,
I look around nothing but me,
Just me and my sea breeze trees.
Poem 2:
The Endless Sea
Floating on the evening breeze,
i settle down beneath the trees,
looking out at the endless sea.
Poem 3:
The Calling tide
As i sea the never ending sea, I swear I hear it calling to me,
I step out, helped by the breeze,
and let the sea embrace me.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
The production
The production has started and i am in the tech group i don't get to go on stage but i don't really mind because i don't really like going on stage anyway i want to be either spot light or i'm hoping that i can get to use the light board and control the lights connected up over the stage
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The House
Prologue
As I walked up the small gravel path, I could hear the glass crunch underfoot. The door hung lazily on its rusted hinges. As i got closer to the house i was engulfed by the fog’s thick arms, as the fog cleared i could really see what had happened, glass lay on the ground shattered by the blast, shards of wood were scattered all around. I walked up the steps and peered inside.
Emotions flooded me as i remembered my old bed room, I could hardly believe what had happened. The old Grandfather clock lay across the living room floor, miraculously still ticking even though it looked as though a invisible hand, had thrown it across the room. I ventured further into the house weeds were winding all along the hall. I knew I had to get revenge. I walked slowly out of the house and headed home. `
As I walked up the small gravel path, I could hear the glass crunch underfoot. The door hung lazily on its rusted hinges. As i got closer to the house i was engulfed by the fog’s thick arms, as the fog cleared i could really see what had happened, glass lay on the ground shattered by the blast, shards of wood were scattered all around. I walked up the steps and peered inside.
Emotions flooded me as i remembered my old bed room, I could hardly believe what had happened. The old Grandfather clock lay across the living room floor, miraculously still ticking even though it looked as though a invisible hand, had thrown it across the room. I ventured further into the house weeds were winding all along the hall. I knew I had to get revenge. I walked slowly out of the house and headed home. `
Monday, July 19, 2010
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