The day has finally come. I’m in the plane right now heading for France. I spent the night at my parents house last night and we watched City of Angels and the Dead Poets Society. I heard some classical music during the movie and decided to go home and obtener algunas CDs classicas. Jo voy a escribir en Español ahora porque hay gente sentando a mi lado y je no se si les están leyendo lo que estoy escribiendo. Pues, me quede en la casa de mi familia anoche y je dormí en la sofa porque la cama en mi habitacion antigua estaba como una piedra. Me levante a las diez para vestirme y comer la comida.
We left the house around 11:45 and went to the airport. That was kind of chaotic because neither my mom nor my sister really knew where we were going and my Mom is still a little jittery from her accident. Oh, my Dad woke me up to give me a hug early in the morning but I was kind of out of it. So I went to the airport in kind of a melancholy/Zombie like state.
Now here I am on my way to Paris and I really haven’t even began to become excited. I don’t know what is wrong with me!!! It’s just like another day really. It’s really weird. I am so lucky to be going on this trip. It’s finally happening after such long wait. I felt kind of left behind about a week after school ended because everyone was off doing things and I was just waiting for the France trip to begin. It also hasn’t hit me that I’m out of my apartment and I’m not going to see it for six months!! I really miss it already. My comfortable bed, couch and easy life. Then again, I was bored there. You can only sit around, dip and play on the computer so long before it becomes tiring.
Like I said, I was tired of feeling left behind and that is how I felt in my apartment. Left behind. I am really going to miss my sister and my Mom and Dad. Then again, I’m going to France! It’s time to write another chapter in the book that is my life. I think back to Spain and remember how great and wonderful it was there. The best time of my life. Now, France will have a chance to compete with that. Nothing will ever be able to compare to Spain because that has reached legendary status in my head now. But I cannot compare the Spain trip with this one. At least it will be better than Mexico. I can still remember how bad that trip sucked! I almost feel sorry for the poor slobs who have to deal with classes all fucking day and shitty food. That must suck. That last week before this trip went by really quick. I can’t believe it’s over already. It’s amazing. I need to wake up and live again. I don’t know what my problem has been recently. I haven’t been truly happy for a long time.