Well, it wasn't great, but overall it did have some value...

My brother and I watched the second season of Avatar volume two; I noticed how many times the characters say "it" or simply never say what they're talking about. Again, we got lost on the way to the Asylum Hotel Restaurant on the very top of Jerome. They didn't have anything I liked and the food I did get was pretty chewy. My little brother brought his large Pikachu doll and plastic sword into the restaurant. I did get a 5 layer chocolate cake with one candle.

We then went to the Jerome Museum where we watched a video about how often Jerome liked to catch fire- seriously, every building must have caught fire at least once. The museum was dedicated to rocks and my little brother bought some "genuine" gold in a bottle even though the gold looked and moved like gold candy wrapper.

Then we all went to Dead Horse Ranch, but not before my mom had to look at a bag store, she's obsessed. The park was beautiful but oddly empty of tourists. I kept on hissing like a snake and scared my brother. We walked around the large ponds where people were fishing.

Then we went to Walmart where they didn't have anything we were looking for- big surprise. When we got to Metro Center Mall -surprise- it was closed and my mom and I couldn't get our much needed back massages.

When we got home, I discovered that my bike was stolen (possibly days ago). But it's okay, because both tires were flat and could never stay filled, it was a mountain bike and I don't ride in the mountains, and I hardly ever ride my bike- the last time might have been last year or even longer ago. But the fact that I was robbed again just made me break down with all the built up emotions.

My mom -again- talked to me about how I should chant to the Gohonzon. I know I should and that chanting does help, but everytime my parents try to cheer me up they come to our religion, Buddhism, and it sounds like they're trying to convert me. But I chanted again and I did feel better. Unfortunately, both my parents suck with making friends especially my mom and so I'm scr*wed already with making friends. But I'm not a social person anyway.

I just wonder why people flake out when it's someone's birthday, or maybe it's just me and my family's lame karma. 

So, yeah, not great, not bad, but I spent it with my family without having to force friends together. So now I'm 15, which means more teenage angst. Yeah!