Journal Entry #1

1/12/14 Today started off in a bathtub. I stared at the towering white walls, glistening in the morning sunlight. After attempting to fall back to sleep yet again, I eventually heard Stacy's alarm go off and sat up, stretching. That tub was hella comfortable. I got my stuff together, brushed my teeth and readied myself for the day. Staring out the large glass windows at the strip, I thought about how the pyramid looked like such a looming figure in the daytime. I thought about the previous night. The girls I saw, and boys. I hoped they hadn't done anything to the tub while I wasn't looking. I wished that Mr. Israel had left the balcony unlocked, I wanted desperately to stand outside on this beautiful, windy day. The night before was boring, yet wild at the same time. There were a lot of teenagers there, mostly older than me. I was trying to watch Oz The Great And Powerful, though to my disappointment I found that to be a mistake. I'd rather had chatted with the other kids than watch that piece of s***. The boys were annoying, of course. Thank goodness they left after only a couple hours. Apparently Nora had dated one of them. I also ran into Teresa and Hannah from summer camp, but they didn't recognize me. A girl named Debbie who resembles George slightly, was very nice and responsible. She was sort of like a councilor. Though she convinced me not to steal the iron i found in the closet, which I regret now. Oh yes, I had also made a joke by leaning on the ironing board and saying I was bored. Oh, the ironies. Mad's mom couldn't pick us up. Car problems again. So I tried calling the house phone several times, but of course dad was sleeping even though it was approaching midday. I had Stacy call her mom after finishing a game on her phone. She was in LA, so her dad came to pick us up instead.

When I arrived at the house, everyone was still asleep. Well, except for my mom, she was at work. So I walked Mad to her house and stayed there for about a half-hour. I had a doughnut and we chatted; her grandmother was there. Milfred was taking a dump. I jogged home. When I returned, my dad was making himself breakfast. I wanted to go outside again since the wind was so pleasant, and since Mad couldn't come over, I attempted to fly a kite by myself. It did not work. So, dad offered to help me out. And in the end he did. Eventually we managed to get it some feet off the ground for a few seconds before it crashed into someone's roof. That was the most progress we made before giving up. I went inside and talked to Pearl for several hours, all the while meaning to get to my homework and somehow reading Divergent in between gaps instead (Gosh darn it past me). Shortly before saying good noght to Pearl, my mom told me her friend from the pub got free tickets to Beatle's Love. We had only a few minutes to spare before rushing out of the house. We stopped first at the Village Pub to get the tickets from her friend. It only took seconds. Then we stopped to get gas. My mom was becoming a nervous wreck. I kept on reassuring her we'll make it, right on time probably. We ran into many long red lights and I figured out the GPS so we could get to the Mirage. After finally figuring out where to go, we self-parked and ran through the parking lot over to the elevators. "Running through the parking lot is gonna be the most fun we have tonight, what do you bet!" I had said to her. Some guy in the elevator gave us a CD he made. Then we ran to the Beatle's thing, making it into our seats at exactly 9:30. The show was incredible, though it would have been much better if I was a fan of the Beatle's beforehand. I just really liked the dance moves and the costumes, and some of the acts had plots that were rather absorbing, if not temporary. The other acts didn't quite have a plot, but their characters intermingled with later acts. Overall, it really wasn't my favorite performance. It was nice spending time with mom, though. On the way back I ranted to mom about various things, though she wasn't listening. We got home and she went straight to bed. For a short moment she had me unmotivated by saying, "Don't make goals you can't keep." And here I am now, typing this, and feeling stressed about the fact that I didn't yet do my homework. I know what my precept will be now, though. "Take these broken wings and learn to fly." ~The Beatles