Journal

Journal (Handwritten at an earlier date) January 27th, 2006--I mean 2007--obviously, right?

Well, time passes quickly, whether you're having fun or not. It seems only a few moments ago that I was crouching in Benaroya Hall's Safeco Founders tier, and tomorrow we'll be heading to San Diego on an almost red-eye flight. I was in Benaroya Hall listening to Bill Cosby. To be honest, I might have rather gone biking, since it was a nice day outside and all (it was all dark when we came out though)...ah well. Daddy isn't coming with us [to San Diego] which is a shame since I think he definitely would have liked SeaWorld and the [San Diego] zoo. I desperately hope we won't have to write a report about San Diego [in class]. We faithfully sent emails to Beastie throughout our entire Europe trip, and yet!-alas, we had to write an entire report. I usually despise Alaska Aairlines [airlines], since last time when I got on an L.A. flight the hallways were narrow, the plane was pretty stinky, and overall I don't like planes, or airports.

I'm glad everything is packed for San Diego, but I'm still nervous about a lot of things. By the way, I just thought of Bush's call to "support the soldiers". Are we exactly supporting them when we send more of them into harm's way? I thought Bill Cosby's "Is there any way to buy out the president?" joke was pretty funny. Somebody really ought to look into it. However, I bet Cheney would steal the money and either dispose of Bush or keep him as a puppet president. My mom took pictures of it all (the Green Room meeting with Bill Cosby, etc.) and then got into a big fight with my dad since she thought the pictures hadn't been taken, etc. I desperately hope we will have a good time in San Diego.

Sincerely,
Adora

[A note to the reader--all inserts in brackets were observations typed up by the author (me, otherwise known as ADORA SVITAK. Including this one.]

My Rambling Journal Continued

I often imagine my villains to look like the host of Deal or No Deal. Not all people are like this in the real world, however (well maybe some filthy rich CEOs). Anyways...we're not supposed to use filler words like "Anyways", I guess, but sometimes it's unhelpable. That is a word I made up myself as well. I am rather scared of the dark unless I have some sort of protective shield--for instance, my lumpy, bulky blanket. I am scared of three things--my lamp, under my bed, and the window, as our garage outside light is always on and looks most ghastly illuminating our front yard. I suppose I am not afraid of the dark, just what it transforms other things into. My innocent furniture made into officers ofdarkness, of course, when other people are about, it isn't so bad. K, Adrianna, and I often go on romps about the downstairs dancing room during breaktime, Dune6 or some other creepy music cranked high (possible Slavon or something) and we go about making screeching noises. We also act the parts of machinese. I am the chopper, masher, grinder, smasher, in eternal darkness, K is the mixer, spinning herself silly, and sometimes falling down, and Adrianna is Task Manager who shouts at us when to stop and sometimes controls the music. We always turn off all the lights and try to scare each other but more likely we scare ourselves. There are no casulaties, although sometimes we might get too caught up in our monstrous acting (we pretend to be horrific monsters for Dune6) and actually start roaring and all, instead of just closing our eyes and slamming walls. Speaking of class my favorite subjects are literature and history. We have an enormous "Lit" book for literature and a geography textbook as well. The "Lit" book almost is a history book--history of writing, anyway. It is an "Elements of Literature" book. [To be continued].