I feel the sun shining strongly on me. “Ahhh”, I sigh, “this is life”. The sound of waves crashing the sand rings in my ear. The sound of birds singing with happiness.

(Never mind…that didn’t work. I was in a poetic mood, but no matter what, I just can’t seem to be poetic. I really can’t think of something to write about. Let me try this again.)

I wake up this morning feeling the heat of the sun hitting my body. For a second, I thought I was at the beach. All I could hear was the sound of the waves and birds. All I could feel was the sea dancing in a smooth, slow rhythm. I slightly open my eyes, fighting the strong morning light, and a heart-sinking realization breaks through: I’m not at the beautiful beach. Instead, I’m in my lame, yet comfortable room. NO, why couldn’t we stay at the beach for at least ONE more day? I mean, the seventh graders went on their trip for four days. Why couldn’t we if they did? But after thinking about it, I realized that it didn’t matter anymore. If I had a choice to go to either one, I would definitely have chosen the trip we went on. First of all they had to go camping. I like camping, but it’s just not something I would look forward to on a school trip. Second, the food wasn’t great. And third, tents are not comfortable. The eighth grade trip was one of the best school trips ever. White water rafting was so exciting. That, for me, was the best part of the trip. Canopying was fun too, but I have done it many times before, so it wasn’t as adrenaline-rushing as white water rafting. Anyways, I can write my whole blog about our trip to Manuel Antonio, but I don’t really feel like writing a summary about what we did, since most of the people reading this already know.

I just wanted to blog about this Saturday, which is a boring one…so far. After I woke up thinking that I was at the beach, I walked to the kitchen on the search for a little snack. I had nothing to do. No homework, well except for this blog, which I was planning to do tomorrow (on a Sunday, which is usually the days I REALLY don’t do anything). Saturdays are the days that you go out with your friends or family and just hang out. Not Sundays. Sundays are homework and stay-at-home days. This might not apply to you, but it is definitely true for me. Anyways, I walked around my house a million times finding something to do. Plus, my internet was insane, it kept on going on and off, on and off so I gave up using my computer. Another bad thing was that my xbox is broken. I never play though, it was only today that my brother brought back Rock Band that I wanted to play so bad. As some of you might now, he lives in the states and he came back yesterday to visit. On the way back to San Jose, I couldn’t wait to get back home to play Rock Band. After I called home and found out that our xbox was messed up, I was kind of depressed. But thankfully, we were watching Transformers, so that kept my mind from thinking about how I couldn’t play Rock Band when I get home. So then I decided to play the Wii for a while. I played a few games, but I got bored of it. I came back upstairs and turned on the TV, but there was nothing good on. “Darn, how I hate these days,” I said to myself. I finally just gave up on finding something fun and useful to do and I turned my computer back on, hoping that the internet was normal now. Finally, it was working, and here I am blogging, chatting, and watching TV shows like Scrubs, Gossip Girl, Life as we know it, My Wife and Kids, and ANTM. All of that and it’s only three o’clock right now. I just wanted the clock’s hand to fast forward and land on 6 pm. After six, I will definitely be doing something productive and fun. Well, this was probably the most random and pointless post you have read on my blog. But always remember this saying: “Whatever you have to say, it’s important”. I guess this can be true, but sometimes it really does not apply, or does it?