Journal Entry

I don't think I've ever produced this amount of work before in such a short period of time. The proceeding works that I will post will be ones that I wrote within about an hour and a half, in total. I literally started at about 11:30, when I got to the hotel where I was staying. My friend had a birthday party, which took place over the course of two days. Yesterday was mostly spent at Disneyland, as well as checking in to the hotel near Disneyland. It was a nice hotel, though not the best that I've stayed in. I prefer depth and simplicity over fancy buildings within buildings, even the architectural ingenuity of it did surprise me for a moment when I saw how concisely everything had been done. Even if it was a five star, I think the mood was less than relaxing.

Still, that does result in productivity. I do better when I'm stifled. Mildly, that is. After my creative side was trapped within me as everything in Disneyland was just so meticulously seamed and unquestionable, save for a few vague concepts of physics, I was helped only by a poetry book that I carried with me as I went through the rides. I'll present pictures later, but let's just say that it was really a refuge for me while I was in line and waiting to have my brains tossed around.

Perhaps the most interesting ride was Winnie the Pooh. It was hardly the most thrilling, or the most well-done of rides, but it certainly had its appeal. The rest of my group didn't quite enjoy the psychedelic colors and shards of mirror everywhere, but I really enjoyed the craziness. I guess that was because of my mood, as I had put on my brightest tye dye shirt that day. I truly did feel like a free spirit, even if I still envied the aura surrounding the raving people with their multitude of bracelets and colorful clothing. I think that sort of behavior shall be my reward after I finish IB. It was incredibly appealing, even if I was surrounded by very eccentric people.

So that particular ride opened up my mind, but still my juices hardly flowed while Disney Magic was still being shoved down my throat. After riding Thunder Mountain Railroad four times, I was shaken enough to be thinking unworldly thoughts. Still, how could I think straight? I could barely see straight after going on Teacups with some of the wildest people I've ever met. I literally felt ready to hurl. So much for trying to take pictures on that ride. :[

When I got back to the hotel, I was quite ready to go to bed. Of course, my roomies decided to stay up very late. While they watched TV and played video games, I sat and wrote a while. At first, I was in a panic. I'd forgotten my pen and pad!!! Fortunately, there was a pen and pad in the hotel. It's strange how I tend to surge forth easily with my words when I'm not in my usual territory of RSVP pens and high quality paper. It's as if my inner starving artist is emerging. Who needs expensive things when I can just write on a 3x6, unlined pad with a hotel letterhead and a medium-point pen? I usually use fine point pens and college ruled paper. It could be called unnecessary indulgence, then.

I decided to write a while, until my roommate warned me that Resident Evil was about killing very realistic zombies. Such graphic images seemed like a bad idea before bed, so I decided to write in the sitting room. It seemed that writing with poker tournament background noise from the TV would be easier than bearing the noises of zombies dying and rifleshots. Still, I got sidetracked in conversation. I went back into the video game room, as I deemed the room full of gamers, and wrote some more. Not that my brain was completely invincible, after such a long day. I got tired after a while. After I realized that it was actually midnight, despite my caffeinated state of energy, I decided to sleep on the sofa-bed, while my roomies played Resident Evil and Nintendo DS. The bed wasn't exactly comfortable, so I actually used sofa cushions instead of the mattress.

The next day, I was the first one to get out of bed. It took a long time to do my morning routine because I had to do it in darkness so as to make sure that no one would be woken up. Not that I woke up too early. It was 8:30, based on my Zune clock. I went downstairs and got myself a cup of green tea from the Starbucks, and wrote for another half an hour in the luxurious, huge lobby. I then went back upstairs, to find my life filled with noise once more. Until the quiet car ride back to my friend's house, I hadn't had a single moment of silence! Even now they're making a racket. I hope that won't affect my grammar.

This qualifies as a journal entry, but the next few things that I post will still present portraits of my mind and my weekend. The only thing that I fear right now is that I used up my creative juices too fast and it'll be a while before I can write so much again, which would be extremely depressing. So, then, the journal entry doesn't end here.