I’m in my grandma’s house and, my god, the place is in total chaos. The kids are running about, screaming and laughing on the top of their lungs. It seems to amuse them endlessly to get on my nerves. And you can only last so long with only threat. I think they’ve figured out by now that I’m all talk.

…Maybe I should strangle one or two of them, just to let them know I’m not (but I am).

I can hear all the ruckus they’re causing, even in the secluded area I’ve chosen to settle in. It’s irritating beyond belief.

But, I guess, I can put up with them for a little longer. In ten minutes or so I’ll be going to my other grandma’s house. Where’s it’s noisy, but not as much as here.

 I’d take going there over coming here any day of the week.

Well, at least I have one thing to look forward to. Actually, now that I think about it, two things. One of which concerning a cook out we’re having in my dad’s friend’s (his name is Alex, and he’s got the most adorable kid I ever knew existed) pool. I really can’t wait to meet up with Mason and Nickel (a couple of friends I met over the summer) there. It’ll be fun.

The second thing, which I’m sure everyone is looking forward to, is Breaking Dawn. There’s been a rumor that Books Plus (which is probably the best library in Bahrain) might be selling it tomorrow. I’ve already called and ordered my copy. Now all I have to do is wait.

My laptop – which, just so you know, is brand new – won’t effing work. And, to tell you the truth, I’m starting to freak out. I mean, what if they get it to work, but I loose everything I have (I refuse to say had)?

And, the worst part is, I used to save all my documents on a USB – for backup – but in the last month or so (ever since I started the new story) I’ve been neglecting that duty; I’ve been procrastinating.

Yeah, you’d think I’d learn the first time around.

And, not only that, but I’m also forced to hear Noor (A plot-less, and not to mention pointless Turkish soap opera that’s been translated into Arabic, and is surprisingly and stupidly popular in Arab countries) in the background because both my mom and sister are watching it.

I used to watch it, because the guy main character is really hot (I know, I frown disapprovingly at my shallowness, too), but now I knew that it’s really not worth it. No guy is worth putting up with a shitty soap opera like that. Well, except Pete Wentz, Gerard Way, and Brendan – but they’re a whole different case.

Anyhoo, this has got to be short because I’m typing it in my parents shitty computer, so I’m ending it now.

More later.

You know how when you start a new story you’re all fired up and inspired, and then when you finish a couple of chapters – it’s usually five for me – you loose the inspiration and the determination to finish it, and then just give up?

Yeah, that just happened to me… again.

It started off just fine, I even had a writing schedule… well, kinda – I’d write at least 800 words a day. I managed to keep it up for about a month. I even stopped writing in other stories. I was determined to finish it; more determined than I ever was for a story – except, of course, when it’s NaNoWriMo. Sometimes, I’d even write a chapter a day; I was on role. And now, I just can’t write.

At first, I blamed it on writers block – the horror in every writer’s life. I tried doing what I usually do when I’ve got writers block – lock myself in my room with tons and tons of snacks, and force myself to write – but that didn’t work either. I’d always just end up getting annoyed.

So, I finally came to a decision – right now, actually – and it’s that I’m still going to force myself to write two pages a day, but this time around, I’m going to allow myself to write in other stories.

I hope it works…

It’s watching me, I swear to god, the damn thing is watching me. It’s got miniscule, beady eyes, hidden somewhere in the cover, and it’s watching my every move.

Okay, so I might be getting slightly paranoid. But, can you blame me?

I have a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird lying on my bedside table. I’ve been re-reading the first page over and over for the past week or so; contemplating whether or not to start reading it. It’s tempting, but I have a feeling that I’m not going to finish it. I probably am just gonna end up reading the first hundred, or so, pages and then chuck it back in my bookshelf, where it’ll lie, unused and lonely, for a long, long time.

Besides, I’ve got tons of stories to read online. Maybe I’ll just finish them and then go back to read it. Even though that’s what I said last time, and I ended up finding a whole new set of stories to read.

Okay, it’s decided, I’m reading it on Friday, when I go to my Grandma’s house. I’m just about certain that I’ll manage to finish over half of it then. I mean, it’s not like I have anything better to do there. My cousins (from my dad’s side) are kinda boring. The ones that are relatively close to me in age all sit in the living room and do absolutely nothing, and I’m not even exaggerating.  

In fact, they’re so quiet that I don’t even notice if one of them is missing.

But, I digress.

I’m pushing reading To Kill a Mockingbird ‘till Friday. And no, I’m not procrastinating. I’m just being wise.

Seriously, though, the damn thing is staring me down.

-shudder- it’s scary.

I’m getting braces. And, yes, I do realize that this is a pretty darn depressing way to start an entry – not to mention a journal, but, well, I had to get it out.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with people who have braces. In fact, when I was a kid, I used to fantasize about having braces – I used to think they were cool. Keyword(s): when I was a kid. As in, a long time ago.

It’s not that bad, really. It’s just that I’ve heard that you’re supposed to actually, you know, take care of your teeth once you’ve got the braces. And, well, I’ve never been known as one to take care of anything, period. I don’t do well with responsibilities.

I already have a journal – which I haven’t written in, in a long time, by the way – so I don’t know how this is going to work; having two journals, I mean. I guess I’ll just write the normal stuff here and the deep, humiliating and somewhat depressing secrets in the other one. Not that I have any. Deep, humiliating and somewhat depressing secrets, that is.

Well, I guess that’s it for now, I might come back later tonight and write more, but no promises.