I think I need to rethink about what are my memories.
Just because it seems unimportant at the time doesn't mean it won't be so later on. I didn't post about my Christmas because I felt it was exactly like all the rest; nothing exciting. But it wasn't exactly. I got great gifts I've never received before, like The Aquabats and Underoath. Or the Exorcist, a movie I've always wanted to see since I read the book. This Christmas was also one in which I gave a horrible gift to my dad. I meant it as something thoughtful, something he could use; a trash can for recycling. Apparently he didn't like it at all. And I still listen to him complain about it. This Christmas Eve also marked the one-year anniversary of Figaro's(my cat, for those of you who forgot/didn't care to remember) death. But I've missed my chance to write about it in full. I also missed my chance to write about New Year's, which was also my mother's birthday. For once I had fun on New Years. I mean, we actually did something other than eat sandwiches and watch TV. We had a big family feast and we played board games til 3:00 in the morning. I love board games, ok. Look at my profile: interests if you want verification. Later on, I'd want to remember these things. So as to prove to Joe what happened on what day. And for my sake of nostalgia as well, I suppose. So I have to start writing in here more. In any case, I do have something to write here, although it's short. Sorry to all those who like reading these(hand count = 0). Apparently Underoath is gonna be having a concert in Vegas at some point in time. And according to Annette there were two free tickets left. I asked if I could possibly have one, and she said no because they weren't hers. A dur, John! She can't exactly give you something that isn't hers! So I dropped it from my thoughts. But when I went to Josh's, somehow the topic of the concert got brought up. I believe I mentioned it in passing as I was listening to my Underoath CD over there. Josh then mentioned that he knew about the concert and that he was going. So I asked if I could go, but wait, those tickets aren't his either. It's cool, John. Adam(the buyer of the tickets) is my best friend. I could easily get you a ticket. Awesome! I'm actually gonna be going to see Underoath with my friends! A concert with my friends! What a dream come true! No, not that easy. Is anything ever? I forgot about my parents. If they said no, I hadn't even a snowball's chance in Hell. So tonight I asked my mom(because she would be more likely to say yes than my father would) if I could go to Vegas with Annette, Josh, and maybe Laura(according to Annette, I think) to see Underoath in concert. In fact, the conversation went like this: "Oh yeah, Mom." "What?" "You know that band Underoath?" "Yeah. Are they having a concert?" "In Vegas." The moment I was done saying 'Vegas', my mom started laughing uncontrollably loud. And she was on a cellphone, too. She laughed, no joke, for a minute and a half. You know, I would've been fine if she just said, "No! Uh-uh, no way!" That at least is a normal answer. But her laughing at me was insulting in that I was being ridiculed! So then I asked my dad. If my mom said no(albeit she didn't say it exactly), there was no chance Dad would say yes. Actually, his reason for me not going was that my life would be in the hands of a bunch of teenagers. Among them Josh(my parents don't trust him with me, much less my well-being being his responsibility). If I was 18, according to Dad, there would be nothing they could say. But there was no way he was gonna let me be part of a "teenage orgy fest" nor be a statistic in a "teenage car crash". Especially since my family(all cousins included) is notorious for teenage deaths resulting from car accidents. We've had two or three within the last ten years. And since my family is full of paranoid insane-os, that's way too high to trust me in a car. Which explains my fear of cars. Fear, not phobia. I don't go into a shrieking madness when I see a Buick. No, I'm afraid of being hit by one while I'm walking on the side of the road(like when I'm walking home from school). I'm also afraid of me, so that doubles my anxiety when I get behind the wheel. So in any case, I am definitely not going to Vegas for a concert. Especially if my friends are going. This just teaches me to listen more. Annette already told me no, yet I thought I could work around it. Stupid, stubborn me. In lighter news(heh), I have once again been complimented on my speaking talents. Except from Joe, so he's still a terrorist. In any case, this time it was because of my own personal retelling of the biblical story of the prodigal son during Youth Group. You guys know how I talk right(with the emotion(kinda) and the hand gestures and all the silliness)? Since I knew the story, and since everyone likes saying I should speak, Lynda told me to retell the parable of the prodigal son. Except I spoke it the way I speak(which was aforementioned), not the dull way it's written in the Bible. Also because I had to recall it from memory, since I didn't have the passage nor a Bible in front of me. All but Joe liked it. But that's Joe for you. Speaking of Youth Group, I asked Lynda about the Museum of Tolerance, and she said my group can stray all they want. In other words, I am not sticking around with them! I don't know if that means we're gonna see only certain parts of the museum, or if we'll just leave and go explore LA(hopefully, because I do not want to spend all day in there. only a portion of it). Either way it'll be good. Except it's LA, and LA scares me. I've been in LA at night while in the safety of a moving car. No thank you! A lot of nightmarish people wander the streets of LA. But whatever. Hey! Look at this post! I managed to drag it out into a story! Anywho, I'm done. Laters!