Finally

I finally got back to posting. I've been writing down my journal entries on my laptop and since my wireless is broken and my brother is mostly on the desktop, this is the first time that I've been able to post.

December 21

Woke up ten minutes before ten this morning and my mom told me that the power was out. I couldn't tell the difference; I went back to sleep. Got up half an hour later, ate breakfast, and made a mad dash to get dressed before church. Didn't understand much once I got there--I had ended up going to Latin Mass. Dern.

Anyway, after mass, my mom cut up the last two oranges we had in the house and I must have forgotten how good oranges tasted since I devoured most of them.

Then my mom and I went to the mall. Even though I usually dislike the mall, I went because my mom said that she needed a stress reliever and she liked company so...I came. We ran into an old friend of my dad's and my mom ended up talking to them for, like, forever while I stood against the wall trying to blend in with the beige color of paint. Of course, I did my usual head nod and agreeable smile whenever someone looked my way...

Then we went to JC Penney where my mom deliberated for half an hour before she decided that the two shirts she picked out weren't worth it. I tried on shoes while she was doing this, but they were too big for me (as usual).

Finally, my mom blew a bunch of money buying me a hair straightener just because she was always annoyed with how my hair looked. It was nice meeting the Israeli girl who sold it to us though.

We came home soon and my dad treated us to lunch...dinner...something like that...at P.F. Chang's. It was the first time my family had eaten there but it came highly recommended. Our waiter was Tony. Basically, he was pretty friendly, stopping by our table every five minutes or so with a "Let me know if you need anything". I was just amazed at how he could balance all of those plates of food! Incroyable. Meal's end, we cracked fortune cookies. My dad ate half his fortune cookie before he pulled out the little slip of paper.

"Treasure what you have" it said.
"That's so true," my dad stated. My brother chimed in then.
"Dad, you should treasure your fortune cookie. That's what you have."
My dad either didn't hear him or didn't heed him for he ate the rest of the fortune cookie anyway.

At long last, we came home and had a family meeting (the majority of which I spent repainting my nails instead of joining in the proceedings). Then I looked up "stuff "on Google Images, listened to Mariah Carey Christmas songs, and wrote this blog post. The end.