Yesterday was interesting.
  My friend Emily Savage and I left

Abilene for Keller at four and didn’t arrive till about eight.
  That equals lots of traffic.
 

Once I got here, though, it was glorious freedom.
  I’m staying with Uncle Steve and Auntie Rosie for a day, and then me and Auntie Rosie head out for beautiful

Georgia at five tonight.
  When I got to my Aunt and Uncle’s it was just like I was at my own home.
  They practically raised me, that’s why I call them ‘Aunt’ and ‘Uncle’, they’re Jamaican, so we definitely are not blood relatives.
  Anyways, they’re like my second parents so I was so relieved to see them.
  I collapsed into their arms as though I had just fought a war.
  It feels like I have; a war of survival.
 

I caught them up on the happenings of my life and they were happy and interested.
  Uncle Steve stuffed me full of food as a hunter would stuff a rabbit, and then sent me and Auntie Rosie out to the Jacuzzi.
  We must’ve been out there for at least an hour.
  It was bliss.
  The cool of the night contrasted with the heat of the pool results in Emily turning into a noodle, as Alisha Watson so justly puts it.
 

Auntie Rosie showed off the technological machine we were soaking in and I lay floating in amazement.
  As the bubbles swirled around us, and my back received a water massage, I lay my head back and gazed at the stars.
  It was a perfectly clear night and the stars looked all the brighter because of it.
  I kept waiting to see one shoot but my eyes darted too much.
  The next door neighbors had their music blasting and the strobe lights going.
  My aunt said, “You should hear them some nights!
  But I figure, I can either get pissed off at them, or enjoy the music with them!
  So for now, I will join them.
  But don’t make me think about it too much, or that won’t last long.”
  What an awesome lady she is.
  I hope to be like her some day.
  I bet I will be a less cool version of her, because she, me and mom are already practically the same person.
 
 

When we finally got out of that pool, I stumbled into bed and went directly to sleep, which does not happen often.
  It was harmony.

The next morning, today, I woke up at 9:55 and went back to sleep till 10:30 where I immediately jumped out of bed with no hesitation or regret, which also does not happen often!
  I washed my face and brushed my teeth and put on a little mascara and went down stairs.
  I decided to change my outfit because my clothes were wet from the swim last night (I didn’t bring my bathing suit), which I think is a pretty good reason to change your clothes.
  Then I went into the kitchen, found a note from Auntie Rosie saying I should call whenever I feel like it.
  I did then and Uncle Steve said he’d pick me up in 30-45 minutes.
  I said, “Oh! Perfect!”
  And then proceeded to make a fine cup of Earl Grey and some toast with jam; when the toast was brown and the tea was hot, I took it outside and enjoyed the sunlight as I read my Bible and prayed to my God.

They didn’t end up picking me up, which was just as well, and I enjoyed the day alone with my music.
  T’was magnificent.
  I went into their carpeted garage and played a bit of pool while listening to The Postal Service’s: Give Up – a very nostalgic cd for me.

I called my brother and told him about the awesome bands coming to various venues in Dallas for the month of April and realized just how unfortunate it is that I go to school so far away from Dallas; quite an inconvenience to my meager bank account.
  That doesn’t seem to faze me, though, because I just bought two tickets for TV on the Radio – WOOHOO!!! I can’t wait.
  I am really excited. The Noisettes are playing too.
  It’s going to be so awesome.
  Then I found out Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, is coming the 27^th; gee wiz.
  Me and Exiguous are doomed.
  Some people name their cars, I name my bank account.
 

I started praying a lot about going to

Nicaragua.
  I learned about God’s faithfulness in my prayer time.
  How he is faithful despite whether we are or not; he loves us even when we don’t do our part, he’s with us all the way.
  It’s hard to comprehend, which is why I keep re-learning it, I guess...
 

I want to take a bus down there this summer, me, Seth, and Lanie.
  And whoever else wants to come.
  If you want to come too, let me know.
  It’ll be sweet.