Yeah....Well I've decided I can't just take things for granted any more. The past few days or so showed me that Jalesa and I aren't permanent, I had taken that for granted way too much. The best thing in my life I wasn't even thankful for...But now I realize how thankful and lucky I am to have her...I can't let that happen to me or us again.

Well I haven't posted anything of much late. So I think I'm going to now. I'm bored and yeah, I'm listening to Madison, they're pretty sweet. Well this last weekend has been very interesting. It started off really freaking awesome. Jalesa came down for homecoming. We went out to eat at TGI Fridays before the game. The game was alright, I don't think she had much fun. I wouldn't either not really knowing anyone. Yeah, we rented super Mario bros, that wasn't the best movie, rather a disgrace to Nintendo. But oh well. I had my basketball tournament on Saturday. Some of it was fun. I was the most physically exhausted then I had ever been in my life. Way to many games in a short amount of time. Plus we just didn't do very good. I don't know if Jalesa had very much fun, the team from Andrews was there so that was cool. That night, after we took showers, we went to the drive in movie. Grease was showing, that was cool because she really likes that movie. Then dickey Roberts, that was a good movie. That was fun. Sunday, we went to church, you know how I feel about my church...Yeah....Then mall....Trying on shoes....That was....Fun....Kind....I was just glad to be with her...Yeah...Then I had to drive her to seagraves....That's always hard....Yeah.....That night...I don't know how to explain this part...I know some of you know what happened....Well, I'm just not going to say much about that....But I'm just glad everything worked out....She knew I still loved her even if she thought I was mad, and I knew she still loved me. Even though I didn't understand her purposes...But everything is great again....Sorry for boring you completely to death...But that was like the best weekend I've had in a good long time.

I've got a guest-book now so please sign it ever so kindly.

3 words to describe how i feel: what the hell!?!?!?!?

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I can't stand this, I don't want to do this any more. Any of it.

Jalesa is coming this weekend. Super fun times. I have something to look forward to.... for once.

Peter Griffen is god, and cooler than your mom.

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Words can't say anything right now

Well, right now I don't even want to be doing this, but I realized I don't have anything else to do. School is the same everyday so I find myself just kind of thinking. Like today I was in French and I looked down at my watch and it was a little after 11. Then I was thinking, that's 3rd period in Andrews, that means Jalesa is in Mr. Kimbell's class. I was supposed to be in that class. When you are sitting one place doing one thing, it's hard to imagine that a hundred miles away something different is going on at the same time. I know sounds stupid but I was bored. I mean I knew where she was, what subject it was, and when she would be leaving that class. But sitting there thinking about it actually being a reality to her but not me, just made me think. It's weird how many different things and how many people's lives are going on around us and how oblivious we are. I mean there's no way to know really, but its just weird to think there are 6 billion other people doing something at the same instance. I don't think saying all of this really has a point, but I was bored then, and I'm bored now so....This is the result

Don't ever get your hopes up very high, they'll get shot right back down.

DALLAS PUBLIC LIBRARY
Texas Center for the Book
Letters About Literature Contest 2000
Level One Winner
Christian Wallace
Andrews Middle School, Andrews, Texas


Dear Mr. Eure,

On October 7th of this year, I turned twelve-years-old, but I was only six when my grandmother started reading The Red Wings of Christmas to me. Six years ago, has it been that long? It seems like just yesterday that I was listening to your book while my grandmother’s sweet voice brought to life the characters and events.

Your book moves me to tears at the sight of it. Even now, as I write this essay, I am close to weeping. Why, you ask? Because my grandmother only got to Chapter 10 before leukemia took her meaningful life. The bookmark she put in the book on page 57 is still there. Each time I get a glimpse of it, a flood of tears tries to gush out of my eyes.

The protagonist, Albert, was, at the time, in no way connected to my life. We were in two different boats; me being from a wealthy and close-knit family and he being a poor orphan with no one in the world that cared about him after Tezzy died. His troubles began at age one and mine at six-years-old. He started with his being washed off the boat and mine with my grandmother being confined to the hospital. Both of our sorrowful circumstances got worse. Albert’s friend died and my grandmother passed away leaving us both depressed and lonely.

"As quickly as the storm appeared, it was gone." Albert found his way into Santa’s sack and I went on with life. Mr. Eure, I did not even consider reading your glorious book for two years. Then, near Christmas time, I found your book among the other holiday keepsakes. I slowly picked it up, my mind racing with the memories of my deceased Grandmother. She had meant so much to me. Then, I began to remember the beautiful illustrations with their vibrant colors and all of your unforgettable characters. I went to the page where we had left off and began reading….I read all of it that same night, the whole time tears steadily rolling down my cheeks.

It wasn’t easy reading and I had trouble getting into your book at first because my mind was pulsing with many tearful memories. As I read on, however, I became so engrossed by the plot that it was as if I was an observer of the entire story right beside Albert and the toys as he battled the Grabbies. I could visualize, in my head, everything that you had put on paper. Then, when Albert triumphed over evil and found his long lost family, I was overjoyed at how well the book ended. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute that I had reading it with my grandmother and by myself. Albert got a family and history story, a warm ending, so did I! That year my granddad married again. Now, he and my new grandmother are a joyous couple whom everyone, including me, deeply love.

Thank you! Thank you for writing this book. I will never forget it. I am honored to have read such a classic work of literature.

God bless you,

Christian Wallace




/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/Christian - You are a horrible horrible human being. Thats some funny stuff.

Hello again, you know whats funny yet pretty cool, The Dance of Eternity by Dream Theater, you should download it. School sucks some big ones. I'm already completly sick of it. My English teacher is the most anal creature I've ever encountered. It gayer that Stewart Smally. I just totally despise that woman, horrid beast that she is. Giving gay projects, just being in a pissy mood, if aint to her demands your life is in jeopardy. Just horrible things might happen.

My new youth pastor is freaking awesome, I like him a lot. But those immature, annoying, disrespectful little brats of a youth group i have don't shut the hell up I'm gonna break me some noses. I mean this morning was absolutly rediculous, you have no idea. I don't even have words to express how horrible this children are, and it isn't just the junior high. The hight schoolers are some of the worst, It's just terrible.

..and for a moment remembered how it felt to have no one understand that theres this dream and their not part of it....
-the ataris

Samedi

My hands through your hair
Your arms around my waist
The touch of your lips
Why should this kiss, this night have to end
Can't take my eyes from your beautiful gaze
Won't let go of your sweet soft hand
We hold each other, I look at the stars
Forever this moment, this kiss will be ours
-me
I love you babe.