8:28 p.m.
Okay, so things here have been pretty good. I just got my new laptop computer. It works like a charm. I'm itching to hook it up to the internet, but that will just have to wait until I get back home. I will hook it up to the phone line and then I can just lie in bed and use my laptop. HOW LAZY CAN I GET?! There is honestly no end.
I went out with my cousins tonight to the center downtown. It wasn't so bad either, but the age gap between is is like...five or six years, so it was a little bit weird to be having my little cousin call me, asking me to do something with her today. I didn't really want to go, which made me feel guilty, but I ended up dragging along my parents and sister with me. We went over to my aunt and uncle's cottage, and watched videos of my little cousisn's dance recital. I don't know, but it's just really noisy over their house. By the time we got down to the center, everything was already closed. Everything down here shuts down at 10 p.m., which is ridiculous. That's why I'm glad that I live in a big city.
Tomorrow we're going to a party at my other aunt and uncle's cottage up here. It's not really such a great thing, because I don't like my cousin. He's a year older than me, but we're in the same grade. He acts as if he's so much more mature and cooler, even though we all know that it's the other way around. His friends are cold and most of them are the type of guys that treat girls like jerks. I haven't really gotten to know any of them, but I've observed them enough to know that I don't want to. Whenever I'm around all of them, it's as if I'm some sort of ghost, invisible to the world. That's why I don't really want to go tomorrow, but I don't have a choice. At least I'll be going home on Sunday, back to reality, friends, and fun. This place more or less blows chunks.
The water at the beach today was so warm. It's amazing, because the water there is usually FREEZING cold. Kat and I went swimming for about an hour. That's our days: swimming, walking along the beach, cruising in the car, eating, going to the center, and reading magazines. Not much else really happens, sadly enough. After eighteen years of being subjected to this place, still not much happens. When you're a lot younger, you enjoy the center, the arcade, the amusement park, and all of the other earthly delights that the town has to offer. But as you get older, you realize the smallness of the stores that sell the same thing year after year, the arcade games that haven't been updated for nearly fifteen years, and the peeling paint and decrepit screech from lack of oil that plagues all of the amusement park rides. You notice that it's not as grand as it could be...and that you're getting older.
Well, enough of this. I'm going to sleep and dream of my life back at home, where things are good. Goodnight San Fransisco.
Tchau.