I've come back in one peice, with not a scratch on me besides this really annoying bump on my back (wtf??). I must say that while the fresh air, tall trees, and overall peacefulness of the Sierras was great, the one thing I had most fun with was my motorcycle. I havnt ridden it in sooo long, and I must say that I smiled every second I rode it, and laughed out loud everytime I came around a bend and nailed the throttle, producing a spray of rocks and dirt as well as a beastly sound that provoked me often to yell out to the world "I OWN YOU!!". Of course, I was only giddy like that when I rode by myself. =D

The second day out there I came up to my mom and said "you know school starts on thursday, right?", which she apparently didnt. So we got into a huge argument as to whether we should come back early for me to go to school or not. Here's how much of a nut I am: I was actually fighting to go BACK to school. I mean, come on. Kids should not have to do something like that, but there I was, desperately trying to convince my mom and dad to go back a day early so I wouldnt miss the first day of school.

So why do I want to go back to school?
-I want to drive my race car-accord :wink wink: which I've been deprived of for over a week.
-I long for social interaction, which I've also been deprived of for over a week (its not normally "fun" to engage in conversations with my family..sometimes, but most of the time no)
-I need to claim my schedule and seats in my classes and then bitch about how the counselors got everything wrong.
-There's a three day weekend coming up, and Imma gonna do something fun and crazy (like the beach =P)

And, well, that's about it. I hope everyone stupid enough to go for full IB has had enormous fun completing their IB essays, I'm gonna catch up with some journals, the automotive world, and the musical world, and then I'm going to eat dinner, take a shower (I smell BAD, so maybe I'll do this now), watch a movie, and consume half a liter of de-carbonated coke that's been sitting in the fridge for a week.

See ya all,
luv.james

Sudden inspiration leads me to write at 6:42 PM:

Alot of people sit in their houses thinking "what can I do to be great? How can I actually make a difference in this world?". A long time ago I might have said that someday I'd be the new Bill Gates or whatever, but I must not flatter myself: chances are against me that I'll ever amount to something that people will tell their children about. You know what, that doesnt matter in the least to me, though.

My everyday life is so completely boring and typical, I dont even need to state it. I'll tell you that I fret with relationships, meet friends, hang out at the beach, all that stuff. The stuff that everyone does. I'm not out of the ordinary, because I dont feel any need to be that way.

What makes me special is my mind. The extraordinary range of emotions that flow through my body and the wonderful people that make me who I am. I realize that nobody wants to read about how I went to the beach or how I talked to my mother about such and such, and I never write about it.

Rather, I write about the one precedent I set in this world. My thoughts and emotions are the only real new things that I can ever bring forth into this world, and for that alone I am glad. I need not search out a life of stardom or political greatness, for this log of unbiased feeling in itself imprints my existence for the rest of time.

With that I'm left wondering if I sound arrogant. Because I'm not intending on being that way. I just want everybody who wants to to be able to understand me.