Tuesday, October 28, 2008
The Red Convertible
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Frenemy
Dear low cleats,
Wow, you are annoying. I love having you. I love your stylish look when I wear you. You are so comfortable too. You make me faster when I am running around on the field. I am not the fastest person in the world but you cleats make a big difference. Some people think that is doesn’t matter what you are wearing or what brand of equipment you use, but those people are fools. It makes all the difference because if I didn’t pick you, I don’t know what I would have done with those Reebok’s. I would not be the same athlete I am today. You slip in so easily unlike the massive high ankle cleats. This also means I do not have to break the heel of you shoe since you slip on so easily.
Yet again, you aren’t that great. You are a drag and holding me back. You are my number one frenemy. I love you but you might have too many faults for my liking. As much as I love you, you destroy me. My playing time goes down because you don’t support my ankles. It is so much easier to twist and turn my ankles in directions they shouldn’t go. Since you don’t cover my ankles, they are free to move. If I had the high top ankle cleats, my ankles wouldn’t be free to move. I struggle to walk because you help me so little. My speed on the field doesn’t matter if I can’t stay on the field for long. You may look nice, but you get warn out really fast. I already got a new pair. If you want there to be a me and you come tomorrow, you need to improve and get better, otherwise, hello Adidas, and good bye Nike. You just don’t have what it takes for my feet. Your game needs to get better for mine to get better. All it takes for me is to open that shiny white box of new, fresh Adidas. All it takes is for you is to straighten up.
From your frenemy,
Justin Sunseri
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Why?
Friday, October 17, 2008
55 Fiction
In English we have to write a 55-word story with characters, a conflict and a resolution. The conflict is I need something to write about. Oh, wait I am writing a story; it is about what I need to do. I am writing about what I had to do and I am so problem solved.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
White Heron
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Funny Election Article
Soccer Stuff
Friday, October 10, 2008
Soccer Update
My Rocking Chair
My chair has many memories to it. There is a small chip in it from when I re-chipped my tooth in it. It is a faded white for how long I have had it. It is my favorite type of chair, a rocking chair, of course made of wood. Other people have the nice leather chairs, but not my family and me. I love the rocking chair; it is where I rock between my life with what is to do first, and what is next, and what I still have to come. The legs squeak because it has been handed down from my great grandparents to me. It is what I have left to remember of my long gone great grandparents. It has one of those lame throwaway pillows placed on it with some dry humor written on it. It reads “Dear God, if you can’t make me skinny, please make all of my friends fat”. It is the chair that I sit in when I need want to relax. It is the chair I sit in when I’m stressed. It is my everything chair.
My Rocking Chair
My chair has many memories to it. There is a small chip in it from when I re-chipped my tooth in it. It is a faded white for how long I have had it. It is my favorite type of chair, a rocking chair, of course made of wood. Other people have the nice leather chairs, but not my family and me. I love the rocking chair; it is where I rock between my life with what is to do first, and what is next, and what I still have to come. The legs squeak because it has been handed down from my great grandparents to me. It is what I have left to remember of my long gone great grandparents. It has one of those lame throwaway pillows placed on it with some dry humor written on it. It reads “Dear God, if you can’t make me skinny, please make all of my friends fat”. It is the chair that I sit in when I need want to relax. It is the chair I sit in when I’m stressed. It is my everything chair.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Mr. Kapasi
I had another tour to do today but this was my favorite tour to give. The family was foreign and the mom (Mrs. Das) was very pretty and wore fewer clothes than most of the people here. The best part was I think she was attracted to me. She said that being an interpreter was romantic. We swapped addresses and we are going to write letters and she is going to send pictures. It brought us even closer, I think, when I saved her one kid, Bobby from monkeys. I can’t wait for those pictures to come!
Friday, October 3, 2008
Whip Around
“Heres a toast,” I say. I I’m So alone, only one standing. Knees weak arms are heavy, vomit on his sweater already, my old buddy. "Fool dropped out of high school!” It is very quiet now. I should be complimenting this guy for his great creation of the beer helmet. “Since we couldn’t afford champagne, put your Paper cup up, take it higher.” Know some cheers and claps are coming in. “I always told him to just make your move. He had the passion for glory.