I'm writing this entry from Saturday, December 28th, but I'm writing in response to the events on the 27th.

Throughout one's life, there will be a series of times where things with at least one of one's parents just don't work out. Yesterday was certainly one of those days, in which things between my mom and I just didn't work out. As hard as I tried, I kept getting frustrated, and our personalities just conflicted all day. It was a pain in the ass, and I'm sure it was no good for either of us.

Adam came over in the late afternoon, which was a blessing because it gave my Mom and I some separation time . . . it also was nice to be able to have Adam to sympathize with. Ana (Adam's Mom) is a really cool person - she brought snacks and gave me a present, and all this stuff - she was really nice and understanding. Although I'm sure she has her moments, just as my mom does.

I think the basis of the arguement was my mom being put into a bad mood by herself locking her keys in her car . . . yup, that could do it.

Anyway, Adam and I went swing dancing last night. It was a lot of fun, but I keep getting this lingering feeling that I'm not that good at swing dancing, like I have no style at it whatsoever, and that I have leaps and bounds of improvement to make - it seems like my body just doesn't coordinate with my mind sometimes and I make these totally unsuave moves that requires a backlead of a follow to make successful. At least I've got a certain group of friends (thanks for helping me so much Ruth) that are teaching me how to dance with "style."

I've got a lot of reading to do before the break's over, but it's a 5 hour drive to where I'm staying tomorrow, so I'll be able to read, if not finish Steppenwolfe in one sitting, as well as proof my freedom of speech essay.

I wasn't able to see Lord of the Rings, and I don't know when I will be . . . hopefully it'll be in the horizon.

I'll do an analysis of Steppenwolfe when I finish it - so far I haven't gotten much meaning out of it, I'm only on page 20 or so.

Please excuse the dull entry, I'm too mentally "blah" to write. I noticed the stat counter has been steadily going up at a slower pace, which could be due to the holidays . . . but at the same time it makes me think that I'm becoming a more and more simple writer. I've been experimenting with different writing styles, attempting to really communicate on a deeper level, on a more conversational level, and on all these different platforms, but it's difficult sometimes, and in times like these I just feel like pouring out my feelings in first person. I guess that's what journals are truly for, and if anyone was worth it then they would have a sense of understanding.

What a conclusion.

Take care my friends.