I had such high hopes that I would be able to sleep on the plane, but that dream has been horribly crushed. Why did I even think that I could sleep on a plane when the only other time that I could do it included a first class seat. Tomorrow is going to suck. I just wish that I could sleep, but sitting in the middle seat won't allow that. I was planning on wearing basketball shorts, but my mom told me to wear sweats so that I would "be comfortable". I knew that they would be way to hot to sleep in, and I didn't want to have to wear them for the entire day after. I decided that I would wear them, but leave the shorts in my carry-on so I could switch them out. But guess what, I forgot to put them in my bag. So that is what inspires this post.
As I sit here with my legs on fire, and my eyes watering because I am blasting the cold air from the ceiling, so many thoughts are rushing through my head. Most of them include: "why the heck did you forget to put the shorts in your bag" and, "will there be a time and place to buy more somewhere else?" and, "hopefully I don't fall asleep in one of the shows I'm supposed to see tomorrow/today." I'm also thinking about other things. I wonder what will become of my friends. I believe all of them have the potential to become someone of great worth and value. However, I don't know if all of them will take that advantage. I hope with all my heart and soul that they will. They are my friends, I live to see them succeed, but I worry when I see them fall, and instead of becoming stronger, they become weaker.
Thinking of NYC makes me think of musicals, in particular Pippin. I feel like Pippin right now. If you aren't a nerd like me and don't know what Pippin is, then go look it up because I'm not explaining it. I'm looking for my "Corner of the Sky". Or rather, I know what it is, but I'm not taking the time and effort to achieve it. The answer is love, family, kindness, charity, faith, hope.
It's now 1:32, and my eyes are tired, but my body is not. I'm hoping that writing all of these thoughts down will help me become more tired, and forget my legs that are on fire (a fire that was created by the devil himself). I can't really tell if its working, let me keep going.
Alright, so I am listening to the album Tapestry by Carol King. The song that I am listening to right now is so beautiful. It is called "You've Got a Friend". No, this is not the same song from Toy Story, although that one is good too. It just helps me to remember that there are so many people that have brightened up my life. It also helps me to remember to be a good friend to others. It is our job in life to help others up, and as we help others up, they support us too. "Keep your head together, and call my name out loud...soon, you'll hear me knocking at your door." "Now ain't it good to know that you've got a friend, when people can be so cold? They'll hurt you, yes and desert you, and take your soul if you let them, oh but don't you let them...just call out my name, and wherever I am I will come running to see you again." Anytime you need someone, I am right here.
Ah, now I'm listening to "Tapestry", which is a very beautiful song. She talks about how how elaborate our lives are. Our lives are beautiful tapestries woven in gold. Mark Twain said once that if a biography was written on someone's life, no matter who it was, it would become a best selling novel. All of our lives are special and elaborate. Everyone has gone through unspeakable trials, and wonderful joys. I guess I should now talk about the song "Elaborate Lives", from Aida. All of us have our ambitions, but what is beautiful is that we can share that with another person. Time is precious, we play games that we can't all win. It is a challenge to achieve your goals, but what would they mean if they weren't challenging? There is stinking lightning right outside the airplane. First of all, that just makes it harder for me to want to sleep. Second off, our lives are so stinking exciting and spectacular. Sure you could sit inside your house all day watching T.V., playing video games, or playing Pokemon, but don't you want to do something more? I took a 30 minute walk one day by myself, this is a few years ago, and it will be something that I will never forget. I walked down to the pond that is close to my house, and went through the secret passage that leads to a waterfall. I sat on a bench near the waterfall. As I sat, I did two things. I breathed, and I thought. I took my dog that I had at the time, and he sat quietly beside my side allowing me to think. My life was pretty crazy at that time, but letting myself think in silence was the best thing that I could have done at the time. My mind felt so clear, and I knew exactly what I needed to do.
It is now 2:07, and I just realized that I am seeing Newsies tonight. I love the music and dancing in it, and that is about it. Shoot, I'm going to fall asleep in it huh. There will be those long boring scenes with all the old people talking about something boring, and that is when I will fall asleep. I also think that by writing, I have made it harder for myself to sleep. Why does inspiration always come at the most inopportune times? Why am I complaining? I am on a plane headed to NYC! I'm going with all of my friends, and we will make so many wonderful memories.
I can't stop staring out the window, it is so mesmerizing. Crazy weather is my favorite, well, right next to a hot sunny summer day. Darn it, I just woke up Ardon and T.J., I didn't mean to, I just sneezed. I don't know if they know why they woke up, but they did and they are trying to sleep some more. But Ardon, since I know that you will be reading this, now you know why you woke up when you were in your deep sleep. Hopefully I can sleep, pray for me that I can find some shut eye.
P.S. There is a little bit of light coming from the young sunrise.
