Good Night–Good Morning

Three full days till I am back off to school. With a total of now two weeks spent hanging out with friends and family, resulting in spending many meaningless hours on video games, I can say that I do feel content. (Wow, really you might say) However, this is the first time this year, I have gone more than a week without feeling any sign of stress!, and therefore I feel that my break did its job as being my stress reliever.

Today was outstanding. I woke up first at 7:45 to the alarm on my phone and realized that if I turned it off I wouldn’t get up till 10:00 which inevitably did happen. After a quick shower, I turned on my Xbox, only after cleaning my room and my man cave. A few games later’ I heard a knock on my door, and I soon was off with my uncle to a Vietnamese restaurant. But first his truck decided it wanted to give us some trouble. A few try’s, more like 20, my uncle managed to start the engine and we were ready. The game-plan for the day was to catch a movie and eat till our stomachs bulged, which tends to take A LOT of fine dining.

About ten minutes into our enjoyable adventure my Uncle, Michael, realized that he had no clue where he was going; a quick couple clicks on his phone later, and we received directions to the nearest Vietnamese restaurant. This turned out to be around 30 minutes a way–it was worth it.

Once inside the restaurant we were guided to our table in a matter of seconds with same result in service of food. Today my Uncle showed my the greatest tasting, satisfying, appetizing, mouth-watering, soul-healing soup ever, pho; some pronounce it fu. For less than six bucks I indulged and engulfed a bowl of chicken noodle with basil, lemon, rich broth, soup as large as the volume of my head–I couldn’t finish it all along with Michael (that was a shocker to both of us). Michael paid the bill and with broth filled bellies, we walked out of the restaurant.

Before we new it, the time was 2:30, or time for a movie. The choice today was dream house (if this makes you want to see it, don’t watch the trailer it spoils 90% of the movie in two minutes). Our showing was at 3:45, which meant that we had some time to kill. Because of this, at 2:47 we showed up at theaters and bought our tickets and then headed over to the Best Buy across the street.

“To the game section” : that was all that I was thinking in my head at the time. Once in, of course we did–head over to the game section. Michael was blown away with the sound quality in his course of playing Madden NFL 12 while wearing turtle beaches (basically a headset with outstanding surround sound quality). I also encountered some first hand, first-seen entertainment. I played Forza 4 (a racing game) with a real hands on steering wheel controller. I have to say, for the amount of time I invest into video games, it was a shocker of how much a challenge this combination of game and controller really was.

Video game + Challenge = Loose Track Of Time. 3:25 was when I turned over to my Uncle and said we had to split soon. We weren’t to worried though, given a cushion of 15 minutes leeway of commercials before the actual movie began. First inside we each grabbed a soda, for me a root bear (I didn’t come to reason till  then with how large a large actually was). Movie time indeed (Dream House). The beginning was good. It kept you focused hopping you would catch a subtle detail, but soon those details weren’t so “subtle”.Without giving anything away except structure, the movie made me jump once or twice and kept me anticipating, but then the movie became a little bland at the end when you realized an important concept not before noticed. Overall this movie wasn’t its money’s worth although I didn’t pay for it…so in that case I loved it.

At 5:30 we exited the theaters and headed home. On the ride home my uncle introduced my to an artist that I now LOVE (you see I just became interested in rap, I really don’t know why because I hated it just a little over a month ago, then something just clicked and it sounded good to me from then on out). The band is Zion I; this has been pretty much all I’ve listened to within the last give or take 4 hours–and I am still loving it. Anyways, after a great half of the day we were home.

First thing in the door my mom smiles and says “OK, I am making dinner and decided to leave something for you to make, so that you can make stuff for yourself in the future”. This kinda made me laugh saying that my idea of foods for the future consisted of top ramen and chef boyardee. But my mom was right even though I didn’t want her to be and I ended up making corn bread (delicious by the way, I even ended up surprising myself). Let me tell you though, the state of the cornbread before it was cooked’ looked like yellow vomit with little green chunks mixed in it throughout (the green chilies btw). Yup, yuck.

Soon after I put the cornbread…um…mixture into the oven, I headed down the hall to play some Xbox with my friend Garrett as Michael came along just to watch in confusion. After about 20 minutes of watching he became bored and decided to head out to the living room and have a conversation with my sister Jessica. (She decided to come visit us for today just for fun, and it indeed was).

At about 8:10 we served dinner, but first I set the table. Dinner consisted of my mom’s creation of bean soup and mine, cornbread. The combination of creations created a great tasting and stuffing meal. After we were done eating, my mom told us a few stories of her fall break and how much she is and was enjoying it (this was and is encouraging because she is always feeling sick and stressed, she has major migraines and its nice seeing her feel at least a little better). During these stories my mom became too much for us to bear and we all began and continued to die of laughter; the stories I can’t really explain, because of situation/circumstance matters and they just wouldn’t be as funny unless you were apart of our family. The even funnier part about this was, my dad had just hurt his ribs, so every time he laughed he was in pain, which made him laugh harder and caused us to laugh just as much (I do feel bad for him though).

With dinner at its conclusion, Uncle Michael left and I had some down time with my sister. We talked a little bit about college and I gained relief in knowing, that its OK as a junior in high school, that I don’t have a major career choice in which I want to pursue yet.

As the night came to a close I didn’t know what else to do, so I headed over to my computer and realized I could find a little more entertainment in writing a blog. Sorry its been so long if anyone out there has been looking forward to another one, hope you liked it good night–good morning.

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