Last SOL

It's my last SOL so it better be good. 

It's my last SOL and I think it should.

So far I have come with these slices of life.

Oh, what a wild life.

but here I go:

When 2 people are in a narrow hallway and they both want to go around but they step to the same side each time.

The rainbow twirls out the open window as my thoughts slip away and all I think is One... Two... Three...

the squeaking of breaks, little red lights

I'm sitting on the floor and fall over, exasperated. This is hopeless! 

Your fiction, why does every twist and turn wrench my heart out. 

Cause your a sky, cause your a sky full of stars, I'm gonna give you my heart

But then I land and sit under a tree. My head on a shoulder, Finally.

It should be happy, the first rehearsal but all I feel is stress. 

My hair whips in the wind. My throat burns from running. First Practice

Mix worry, fear, and terror in large metal bowl. Make sure you whisk very fast, as stress accumulates quickly.

That feeling when you make the whole class laugh

Wind pushes my hair back and my shirt flits around my body. Tears form in my eyes from wind pushing against them and my legs ache. 

I feel like I'm on top of the world, A feeling I almost never get

Pi(e) is a wonderful thing

I frantically run around backstage, for the first time.

Watching Netflix and writing this

The blue lights backstage hit my face as I stand with the cast and crew. Everyone is shifting weight between their feet, and smiling at each other

Trying to answer weird questions. Trying not to disappoint anyone. Trying not to be scared

My mom: please tell me you didn't write about my fat feet, you really have no respect for my dignity

Monday is tomorrow and that means school, school is tomorrow and that means work.

0.000575342 Centuries

Does god think all my mistakes are good for me? Why don't they ever stop me? They should stop me from making mistakes. I guess some, sure. But others are things that if god or angels existed they would have stopped me from doing. So, no, I dont believe.

Flakes of snow land on my eyelashes and make it hard to see,

footsteps echo in empty driveways 

The world looks so different, but its all inside a little cardboard box. 

 My and my friend squealed when the lights went down, finally able to see it. 

Blocks and pinching fingers, sitting at my dining room table, 

Music floods through me, pouring into me. It activates every little corner of my brain. It brings up memories, and emotions as it floods into me.

Oh please make up your mind, dear weather. Please just decide.

Bibble - to drink often; to eat and/or drink noisily

That was 31 days of my life.

31 days where I wrote something, 

anything, 

every

single

day.

31 days of slicing.

Good job to whoever did it all!

SOL #30

Weird words:

Aa - a type of lava that forms foamed and pointed peaks
Bibble - to drink often; to eat and/or drink noisily

Cudbear - a purple powder used for dying
Doodle sack - old English word for bagpipe
Ericaceous - of, pertaining to, or resembling a hedgehog

Impignorate – to pawn or mortgage something
Jentacular - pertaining to breakfast
Kakorrhaphiophobia - fear of failure

Macrosmatic – having a good sense of smell
Nudiustertian - the day before yesterday

Peely-wally  - Scottish for looking pale and unwell

Tittynope - a small quantity of something left over

Ulotrichous - having wooly or crispy hair
Winklepickler - style of shoe or boot in the 1950s with a sharp and long pointed toe
Xertz - to gulp down quickly and greedily

Yarborough – hand of cards containing no card above a nine

Zoanthropy - delusion of a person who believes himself changed into an animal

SOL #29

Oh please make up your mind, dear weather.

Please just decide.

You made it snow, then rain, then shine,

but please dear weather make up your mind!

I just want the sun now,

I just want the spring,

But I know it could snow tomorrow,

But I know it could rain.

But please just make up your mind, dear weather,

Oh please just decide,

I don't know if I can take the waiting 

For the sun to shine.

Can you just stop the snow, or make it constant?

Can you just start the sun, or just keep having winter.

The groundhog saw its shadow

We are supposed to have spring.

Oh please make up your mind, dear weather

Please 

oh

Please

oh

Please

SOL #28

I lean back and put my headphones over my ears.

Music floods through me, pouring into me. It activates every little corner of my brain. It brings up memories, and emotions as it floods into my. It fills my soul with sounds. My toe taps on the floor. My head bobs along quietly. The voices creep through my ears, singing words that probably mean a lot to the person singing them. My heart seems to beat with the music and it makes me feel alive. The song makes me sad and happy at the same tie. Somehow I am able to put my own meaning into these words. The familiar humming pulses against my brain, as I turn it louder. I don't care if people care hear my music as it flows through me, a wave of emotion and meaning. Music makes me think differently. It clears my head and brings my energy. I click my curser to rewind the song I have been listening to over and over this whole break. Over and over, the same song, somehow making me sad, happy, and nervous all at once, but it is wonderful.. Over and over, familiar pounding against my ears, transforming the world. I slip away into the music, into my new favorite song.

SOL#27

Block and pinching fingers, sitting at my dining room table, as I help my 5-year old cousin with Legos. It was his birthday present and they are minecraft legos. We just colored eggs, and my hands are covered in blue food dye. The "easter bunny" came and my cousin found the eggs, hidden in my living room. Happy easter!

SOL #26

Allegiant

Allegiant.

I finally actually managed to see allegiant. My and my friend squealed when the lights went down, finally able to see it. My favorite series, favorite book. Finally, i saw the movie. It was heart wrenching, stressful, and awesome. The graphics were cool, and the actors was great. Shoutout to sheo <3 (for those of you who don't know, thats Shailene Woodley and Theo James.) I love the books, i can't tell you how much I love them :) I cannot wait for Allegiant part 2,  Ok, I just realized that it got a 10% salt but quite frankly I don't care at all. It was wonderful and I loved it.

SOL #25

Virtual Reality
A different word surrounds me, I look around and see
Tundra
A river
Redwoods
Desert
Ocean...
I look up and around and follow all the little arrows. The world looks so different, but its all inside a little cardboard box. I'm actually staring at a wall, but it looks like a forest. I can't move, and the view is slightly pixelated but super, super cool. I can look anywhere and see a new view. This was super cool!

SOL #24

footsteps echo
in empty driveways
followed by
the ever so quiet roar
of car wheels rolling through puddles
small steps, worrying about
falling into slush.
Slowly
carefully
as footsteps echo
in empty sidewalks.
Small splashes
as I
travel through puddles,
footsteps echoing in the alley.
Jogging ever so, slightly
In the barely shoveled snow
Footsteps echoing
then stopping
when a fallen tree
blocks
the path.
Splashing footsteps
into a slushy street, avoiding
what has broken in the storm.
Just me,
and footsteps echoing in empty driveways
as other think its too cold.
Just me,
and my thoughts
and my dog,
wandering,
through empty driveways,
all the while
footsteps echoing

SOL #23

Flakes of snow land on my eyelashes and make it hard to see,
my cold, bare hand scrapes snow from the wall and window, as I smush it into a bowl.
My friends grab bowls too, and soon, we are all harvesting snow.
Cold hands shaking, we run back into the kitchen.
We grab snow cone holders (is that what they are called?) and full them as full as we can
But.. wait..
"we don't have any flavoring!" their little sister yells
so we grab bottles of vitamin water from the fridge,
fill up or cups
and eat real snow, snow cones
Later.. their dog Bodie got to have some too.
Happy snow day!

SOL #22

Angels
*please don't take offense in this rant*
the definition of angel is:

an·gel

ˈānjəl/

noun

1. 

a spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God, conventionally represented in human form with wings and a long robe.

"God sent an angel to talk to Gideon"

2. 

a person of exemplary conduct or virtue.

"women were then seen as angels or whores"

But i don't believe in angels, or god for that matter (please don't take offense in this rant). If god did exist, then how is it even possible for hi to watch everyone? Is he just a giant mass of particles loading over the Earth? If so, wouldn't he send angels to stop people from committing suicide or being depressed? Wouldn't he send them to people who really needed them? How would it even be possible for him to exist? Because this god thing would need a brain in order to be this saint but thats impossible to watch every living being. But even if he does exist, he's not doing a good job. sure, a lot of people get the privilege of having a home and food, but other people are starving on the streets.
I'm a very superstitious person, but at the same time, I don't understand why. For example: the words Rabbit Rabbit. Those two words are supposed to give you good luck for a whole month, but really is it like someone just watching you? Is somebody looking to see if you say it? How could god even see that? Does somebody want to give you good luck for a month? Who would do that? The angels? I say it all the time and yet I never get good luck. Ever. Good things happen to me, sure. But have I ever gotten a whole month of good luck? But then. You say moose moose on the second day of the month if you forget to say rabbit rabbit. Now this person (or thing) is watching you for TWO whole days? Who would want to watch over me? Angels? I don't believe in angels. So much wouldn't have happened to me if there were angels. But what if my Angel was watching over me and wanted me to learn things. I have learned a lot. What if the angel though this was good for me. Or god? does god  think all my mistakes are good for me? Why don't they ever stop me? Its just so confusing and they should stop me from making mistakes. I guess some, sure. But others are things that if god or angels existed they would have stopped me from doing. So, no, I dont believe.

SOL #21

It has been
0.000575342 Centuries
0.00575342 Decades
0.0575342 Years
0.69041 Months
3 Weeks
21 Days
504 Hours
30240 Minutes
1.814e+6 Seconds
since we started the SOL challenge

SOL #20

Monday is tomorrow and that means school,
School is tomorrow and that means work,
Working is tomorrow and that means stress,
Stress is tomorrow and that means that I don't want to go.
I wish the weekend keeps going
I wish the weekend won't end
I wish the weekend was forever
But I guess I need to go to school
I need to learn new things,
But I still don't want to leave
I wish I could stay home forever
And do what I want
And not have to stress
about
work or
math or
lies or
friends or
anything.
I wish tomorrow
was
not
Monday

SOL #19

car rides with Talia:

Me: it's the 19th right?
Talia: it's Saturday in case you were wondering
Me: oh thanks
My mom: where am I in this slice?
Me: your not included *sarcasim*
My mom: but I'm the one driving!!
Me: it's car rides with Talia not mom
Talia: lol car rides with mom!
Me: hahah
My mom: I think I know the show so well I should have been in it
Talia: ummmm
Talia: she's in love was really good tonight
My mom: *singing*
Talia: sorry about that Sofie....
Talia: ok, so where did all the snow come from?
My mom: I know!
Talia: it's supposed to snow in Monday
My mom: what about your ultimate game!!
My mom: wait... You don't have shoes
Talia: Sofie told me you were borrowing your shoes tonight
My mom: oh yeah
Talia: they are really cute!
My mom: I'm giving them to her, because I have super fat feet
Talia: umm Sofie, what do you have so far
My mom: please tell me you didn't write about my fat feet, you really have no respect for my dignity
Talia: haha
My mom: she treats me like sushimi left over from last week *more singing*
Talia: *joins in signing*
Sofie: ok I finished it!

SOL #18

Conferences
Nervous, waiting
Awkward, standing
In the hall.
Shaking, talking
Scared, sitting
In the classroom
Sheet protectors flipping
Hands slightly trembling,
oh ever so slightly mumbling ,
Reading a twimc
Hearing the feedback
Of how well..
or poorly
You have done.
Hearing good news
or bad news.
Trying to answer weird questions.
Trying not to disappoint anyone
Trying not to be scared
Trying to read and not mumble
Trying
Trying

SOL #17

"Welcome to the little mermaid," I hear Kelly say.
The blue lights backstage hit my face as I stand with the cast and crew.
Everyone is shifting weight between their feet, and smiling at each other
Nervousness is soon taken over my excitement when
"Enjoy the show!" is yelled, and everyone gets ready for the first scene.
I run back into the gym, my tall black boots echoing
Watching the crappy projector view, the first scene unfolds.
Lots of stress and running, but nothing breaks
Scenes change faster than before, costumes slide on, and lines are delivered better than before.
My hard work on the boat and ocean seem to have payed off,
I hear the audience applaud
And laugh
And pride fills me up, as I dance along backstage.
Nice job everyone!

SOL #16

Right now I'm

Sitting on my bed

Watching Netflix and writing this

I'm bored

And tired

And very, very annoyed.

Rehearsal wore me out today

And now I'm super tired.

The whole world is pretty blurry,

I'm not wearing my glasses,

I changed into my pjs

And now I want to sleep

But nervousness is creeping 

Along the edges of my mind

Exasperation takes over 

And stress.

Watching stupid TV shows

Trying to cheer myself up

Loose the stress

And 

Relax

Well, that what I'm doing

A little slice of my life

Come see the little mermaid!

SOL #15

The first real run-through was tonight.

First time in their costumes

I frantically run around backstage,

For the first time.

I'm not sure whats fitting.

Or what people are missing

Running

and 

Running

But the lights look so pretty

And the costumes look nice

The set comes to together 

Eventually

So much to do,

and yet

We are almost done

SOL #14

3 pieces of strawberry
.
1 piece of pumpkin
4 pieces of cherry
1 piece of banana cream
5 pieces of pecan
9 happy people
2 of which finished their pie
6 more people arrive
5 are happily awaiting their pie
3 more people happy
5 more people done
8 wanted whip cream
9 wanted ice cream
7 wished for chocolate
9 mathematicians crash the party
3 holding binders
2 wearing glasses
3 eat pie
8 correct the happy people on what pie is. Its a circumference of any circle, divided by its diameter. Nobody knows its exact value, because no matter how many digits you calculate it to, the number never ends. For most practical uses, you can assume it is 3.142.
Pi(e) is a wonderful thing

SOL #13

My feet dangling off the high ledge
I can see all around me
The tops of houses and trees.

I feel like I'm on top of the world
A feeling I almost never get

Little kids run down below.
Lemonade! Lemonade!
I hear them yell

Wind sweeps my hair away
and I look at the wood chips around me

The clouds swim across the sky
and I see cars are by

My feet kick empty air
and
I'm up so high.

SOL #12

Wind pushes my hair back and my shirt flits around my body. Tears form in my eyes from wind pushing against them and my legs ache. Faster, faster, I think. My feet grind the petals as I bike through cold air. The wind burns in my lungs and I go faster. With every bump my bell dings and I pass familiar buildings. I turn onto the bike lane and race the cars. My legs hurt from pedaling as fast as I can go. I turn off at the school, do a lap there, and go back to the street. I then go to the bakery near my house, do a lap at that block, and keep going. Onto busy and side streets. The time flies by like the wind. I turn around sharply and head back home. Past the A streets, and B streets. Going all the way past E, to my street. I turn and bump in along the ally. Three miles, forty minutes. For the first time in months, I get off my bike, legs slightly tingling, and run inside.

SOL #11

That feeling when you want to do something but shouldn't
That feeling when you are about to do something you don't want to do
That feeling when you step outside in the middle of the night
That feeling when you talk to someone and make them smile
That feeling when you make the whole class laugh
That feeling when you get a standing ovation
That feeling when you run really fast
That feeling when you finish something
That feeling when you wish you were someone else
That feeling when you see someone you love
That feeling when you are all alone
That feeling when you fall really far
That feeling when you laugh for a really long time for no real reason

That feeling when you are happy
                                        or sad
                                        or mad
                                        or confused
                                     
That feeling

SOL #10

Recipe For Stress

1 cup worry
1 cup fear
1/2 cup terror
6 tablespoons of queasiness, melted
1 teaspoon sadness
a pinch of guilt

1. Mix worry, fear, and terror in large metal bowl. Make sure you whisk very fast, as stress accumulates quickly.
2. Add queasiness and pour mixture into sauce pan. Put on high heat until it starts to boil, at which point, turn the heat higher.
3. Thicken with one teaspoon sadness and stir slowly. Sprinkle in a pinch of guilt, the more you think about what your doing, and then dump the thickened mixture into pie-pan.
4. Let the stress settle for an hour to a week, depending on how flavorful you want it to be.
5. Put into oven at high heat for three hours.
6. Enjoy :)

SOL #9 Ultimate

My hair whips in the wind
My throat burns from running

First Practice

My feet pound the ground as I sprint
Faster
Faster
Faster

First Practice

I then catch a disk
I then throw one too

First Practice

Ouch. My knee burns
Ouch. It feels like its bleeding

First Practice

Running and running
Catching and diving
Throwing

First Practice

One week from Monday
Is our first game

First Practice
First Game
First Time That I Have Been Able To Run In Months

SOL # 8

The lights turn on for the first time for the rehearsal.

It should be happy, the first rehearsal but a I feel is stress. 

The show is next week and we are so behind schedule. 

Almost nothing is done, we don't have the time. 

And then

The thrones fell over and snap

The little creatures are smushed 

But the fabric I sewed looks great: the boat and ocean

But then 

I feel spray paint as fumes fly around

a desperate attempt to fix Queen Trition's throne.

And then

What should I do?

People take notes

More props break 

What do I do now?

But then

Running backstage

The familiar 

fun

stressful

responsibility

feeling

 of a show 

finally coming back to me. 

SOL #7

Cold

My hands are numb

especially my thumb,

And my toes are cold

and as I'm told

I could get hypothermia.

But this is fun,

Even without the sun.

And 

Look!

We got there.

Finally.

Snowshoes off 

I need to cough

Sinking 

deeper 

deeper 

deeper

The hill manages to get steeper

And then we hit

Water

Frozen cold 

I scramble out 

and I shout 

Falling 

falling 

Slipping

Tumbling

But then I land 

and sit

Under a tree,

My head on a shoulder,

Finally.

We scramble on boulders

as we get colder,

straight to the fire

feeling so dire,

I wish I was dryer

Shhowueeee!!!

Still gone are snowshoes 

I'm sure I have a bruise,

Running,

Sliping.

Falling.

Back to the bus,

In quite a rush

Finally 

Sitting
Smiling

My head on a shoulder 

Finally 

My 

fingers

toes

hands

feet 

heart 

are

Warm

SOL #6

Ok, I just put my playlist on shuffle and will write down the first sentence of most of the songs...

Comment below if you can name them! Good luck!

Guess its true, I'm no good, at a one night stand

All the times that you rain on my parade,

I can lift you up, I can show you what you want to see and take you where you want to be

Do you recall that long ago, we would walk on the sidewalk?

Standing in a crowded room and I can't see your face

My lovers got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral

You wanna play, you wanna stay, you wanna have it all!

Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles, Just what you'd expect inside her new Balenciaga.

You were my courage, my sworn and shield

Broke my heart on the road, spent the weekend sewing the pieces back on

Coming in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile,

I wish I found some better sounds no ones ever heard

Can't keep my hands to myself

Oh no, see you walking 'round like its a funeral

I thought that I'd been hurt before, but no ones ever left me quite this sore

Take it slow, but its not typical,

Run away with me, lost souls and reverie

So you want to party? So you want to dance?

I had me a boy, turned 'em into a man.

When I need motivation, my one solution is my queen 'cause she stay strong

Like a small boat, on the ocean

Party girls don't get hurt, don't feel anything

If you want it, take it, I should've said it before

We danced the tango till our heads got dizzy 

Who crazed what they think about me,

When the days are cold and the cards are fold

Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep

No clouds in my stones, when clouds come we go

We go hide away in daylight

Cause your a sky, cause your a sky full of stars, I'm gonna give you my heart

SOL#5

Ranting about fiction

Dear books,

Your fiction, why does every twist and turn wrench my heart out. Why does every thing that you say make me need more. Why do I care so much about the characters even though they aren't even real. Why do I want to jump into the story and fix everything they are doing wrong? Why must you make me look up to people who don't exist and make me want to travel places I can't go. Fiction, why do you decide my worst enemies, best friends and true loves (lol). Why do I have to dive into a different world every time I turn the page. Why do some simple words on a page mean so, so much? How can black text make me want to run and hide, scream, cry, laugh, or shout with pride. How can simple words on a page show the best and worst of people. How do you know the traits that I hate in everyone and how can you put them into characters? How can you make the protagonist seem like me even though you have no idea who I am? How does this work? How can fictional people and places seem like the most important things in the world. How can looking at little black letters let me filter out the whole world? How do you make me feel this way. ITS NOT EVEN REAL.. but it is even more important than everything that is. How does falling into a different world seem so much better than everything else. Why do you make me care so much? I'm so confused.

-me

SOL# 4

An actual slice of life...

I'm sitting on the floor and fall over, exasperated. This is hopeless! I shout, rather sarcastically as I try to work on a puzzle. Its really big and very hard and the picture is of buildings at night and the lake in which they reflect in. The puzzle is hopeless. I put together the moon, and a few buildings, but other than that, its just a jumble of pieces sitting on my coffee table.

**Ding Dong***

The door bell rings, and I am saved by the bell. I stand up from my position on the floor between the couch and table and open the door. Some puzzle pieces fall off the table, but thats ok, the puzzle is hopeless anyway. Talia comes in, and I see her mom pull away with hey dog, Molly. We sit in my room. Ive now noticed how much people use they're phones even when they are with company.

Phones buzz and Taylor Swift plays and we talk about nothing really, 
       then we decide that we are hungry and should go to get lunch            
        so we go                                                          to Fat Sullys
                  and get                                                huge,
                           big,                                       greasy,
                             yummy,                          giant
                                     pieces                  of 
                                          New York  Style
                                                Pizza sli-
                                                    ces

So I got a yummy slice, and now I wrote about it in my slice of life..

*BTW that is sort of supposed to be pizza shaped^^



                     

SOL#3 traffic

the squeaking of breaks,
little red lights
going and going
forever.

Stopping and staring,

waiting and watching

for hours
and hours
and hours.

The sky seems to change
as the
people loose patience
as the
cars stay still.


No hope of moving
or going anywhere

for hours
and hours
and hours.

SOL #2

The music thuds along with my heart beat. 

One... Two... Three...

I can feel my thoughts slowly slip away as I try to focus on putting my feet in the right places at the right time.

One... Two... Three...

Everyday worries slowly slip away and I picture a crowd and a big stage.

One... Two... Three...

I twirl and leap and my thoughts seem to flow out behind me, a rainbow of worries

One... Two... Three...

The rainbow twirls out the open window as my thoughts slip away and all I think is

One... Two... Three...

One foot, two feet, jump, land

One... Two... Three...

My hair flows behind me and I see my reflection in the mirror, I try to make my leaps higher, my splits wider as I twirl along the floor.

One... Two... Three...

I dip low, and move my arms out. I stretch my leg high and swirl back up and around.

One... Two... Three...

I try to follow the beat, imagining I'm back on point with a crowd cheering me on.

One... Two... Three...

I trip, but catch myself as the music ends, the memories flooding back with a thud as I realize I am not as good at dancing as I used to be. The rainbows comes in the window, fading to black as it leaks back into my head. I sit on my bedroom floor, remembering the days I took ballet. 

I quit, but I still dance to get away from myself.

SOL March 1st

There should be a word for:

That feeling you get when you want to look at someone but they are looking at you.


When you are so sad that you act happy


Being mad at someone for something they did in a dream


The voice people use when talking to pets, especially dogs.


The thing that people always do when they lose their phone. AKA search frantically in pockets and throw all the stuff off the desk or bed.


When someone tells the same story over and over and over

When 2 people are in a narrow hallway and they both want to go around but they step to the same side each time.


When two people want to say the same thing, but neither one says it.


When two people have a mutual hate for each other, but neither expresses it.


A word for the state that isn't sadness, boredom, or depression but simply "minimum energy."


That feeling you get at the exact moment you wake up get up ... where you feel well rested, but super tired at the same time.


A gender-neutral word that could replace "he/she"


The opposite of being hungry


That weird feeling that you've forgotten something


Other words for love because people say I love you, I love this dinner, I love your hair...


A group name for nieces and nephews or aunts and uncles like siblings or cousins.


When you want to laugh, but know you shouldn't

When you have good advice for someone, but they don't want to hear it

Comment if any of these actually are words!!