I slept for eleven hours last night, and it felt amazing. I had really strange reminiscent dreams about Tyburn Academy and St. Hyacinth's and the CM High School cafeteria. In the dreams I was running down flights and flights of stairs at Tyburn Academy, when it used to be at St. Hyacinth's. I was with a bunch of girls that I knew from 9th grade at Tyburn, and we were all wearing our school uniforms. When we had gone down all the stairs, we were in the CM High School cafeteria. When I woke up, I missed Tyburn so much.

Even though I slept for eleven hours last night, I am incredibly exhausted right now. I'm preparing myself to get up and go to bed really soon. The nice thing about vacation is that I don't feel the least bit guilty for going to bed early.

Promise Ring makes me cry, Rufio makes me think, and Something Corporate makes me lonely.

So here I am in Massachusetts. With my crazy family. It's really fun! Sorta.

As we're driving here I am really tired and it's really windy and there is snow everywhere, and it really makes me feel kind of lonely. And I don't really know why, because I shouldn't be lonely at all. I mean, I felt as if I was really homesick or missing someone I loved, and I wouldn't be homesick on the way to my grandma's house with my family, and who could I be missing? And I get this really good idea for a song... sort of a saddish but sweet rock song with a piano part. It just makes me think... I haven't written anything halfway-decent in SUCH a long time. With the exception of my massive brainstorming sessions for the novel I'm aspiring to write, but will probably not get any farther than the planning stages. And that's because the brainstorming is the best part. I just completely clear my mind and make up a story-- mostly the dreams that I have for myself that I know will never come true. The stories I can make up fill me with this longing - but a peaceful longing - and nostalgia, of all things.

How could I be nostalgic about something I've never actually experienced? Okay, so nostalgia probably isn't the best word. But it's something sort of like nostalgia.

But anyways, back to the car ride and my song inspiration. I'm thinking of trying to actually write the song and put it to music. I want it to sound a little bit like dashboard, but not SO sad. Or maybe sadder. I haven't decided yet.

Wow, does high school ever suck.

I just thought I'd let those of you who actually spend/spent your teenage years having fun that not everyone has it so good. I mean, I don't especially mind the ultimate suckiness of high school, just because some day I am going to write bestselling books about this hellhole, CMHS, and the antagonists are going to be the all the jocks who think they are just NUMBER ONE, but who will, at the time of the publishing of my bestsellers, all be plumbers whose low reading level will not allow for them to actually read my bestsellers.

I mean, I'm sensing that I have a some unresolved "rage" issues here. Does anybody else get that feeling? Anyways...