Day 101 of San Diego

My day wasn't the best. The bad mood started right when I woke up. Since it became Spring Forward, I lose an hour of sleep. Waking up at technically six is not something I praise. I definitely won't like Spring Forward during Spring quarter. I'll be waking up at, technically, five. Yippee. I only wake up at five when I'm taking my mom to the airport.

Hopefully, I'll get used to Spring Forward soon. Maybe before Spring quarter. Not only do I despise Spring Forward for waking me up an hour earlier than I'm used to, I wake up to darkness. I'm not a fan of waking up to darkness because it tells me it's too damn early to wake up. The sun didn't even "wake up," for Christ's sake!

My mood really dropped in English. I wasn't ready to listen to people lecture other people on how they wanted their story to be written. I also wasn't looking forward to hearing more compliments on someone else's story other than mine. One chick's story hardly got negative feedback. And personally, I thought my story was WAY better than hers. Sure, I enjoyed her story. But I enjoyed mine better.

I honestly think I deserve more credit than given to me.

I hope, in the future, that when I become a writer and people read my books (and actually acknowledge my existence), I'll get famous and have my stories turned into fantastic flicks! I'll hang out with movie stars and scribble autographs for my fans! I'll be rich and live happily ever after with the love of my life, Mason.

Ah, what a dream.

Speaking of happily ever after, I was happy to be home after drowning in my sorrows from people worshiping this lady's story. Even the teacher said, "We are stumped on this story. In a good way!" which meant nobody had anything to complain about it.

GREAT! Just FABULOUS! I don't put ANY CONFLICT in MY story and you know what the kind of reactions I get????

CONFLICT!

HOW FREAKIN' IRONIC!

Like I was saying...

I'll admit... I cried when I got home. I blubbered like a bubble blowin' baby. I felt bad that my story wasn't worshiped as much as the lady's. I was waiting for an applause once the teacher asked if there were any good points to my story. And I was waiting for silence when the teacher wondered if there were any comments on whether my story needed help.

OF COURSE THAT WASN'T GOING TO HAPPEN! THIS ISN'T AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHERE EVERYONE IS AS CHEERFUL AS THOSE LEGO PEOPLE WHO SING, "EVERYTHING IS AWESOME!"

But... I felt better once I talked to Mason and watched movies and relaxed. Procrastination: How I reboot my system.

Fading Gray

Horses forever changed life on the Great Plains, and for Native Americans today, they endure as an emblem of tradition and a source of pride, pageantry, and healing. Here, Zoda, whose name means “gray” in Hidatsa, serves in a youth wellness program in North Dakota. (By: Erika Larsen)