jackzeck

   I don't have much to do then I was thinking about post a journal, just to write a little.

   My Saturday was terrible.

   I had frightful dreams, which I thought about post them here but I realized that everyone who reads would cry or fear the whole story. I hope I forget all those bad images soon; it keeps on going on my mind every time.

   So, when I woke up my eyes were wet and the rainy day atmosphere made me feel even worse. I forced myself out of bed and tried to make something that would busy my head with. I played videogames all the day, and guys here haven't had lunch yet. About 4PM my mom asked me if I had any idea for what we should make to eat and I was like "Why not pizza?" then she went buy the ingredients while me, my brother and his girlfriend were trying to find out how make the pizza's dough. It was funny 'cause every place gave us different ways to make it, then we decided to make the way we thought it was. The final result was two amazing homemade pizzas and a sweet talking about my nightmares with my mother that made my Saturday a lot better.

   My mom and I stayed on the couch 'til it get very late, watching Sepultura on TV and I saw that it'll show an Ash Kutcher's movie on the next day, so I got really excited and went to sleep. The horrible dreams didn't affect my night, though I slept so much and woke up around 2PM just in time to see the end of the movie. But just the end. Shit.

   Sunday was extremely boring, nothing happened. When I say nothing I really mean it.

   The best part of the day or of the night in this case, was another long talk with my mother, but this time we talked about the past we miss and the future we want. Our wishes, our dreams, another person dreams and my big love for William Beckett. She asked me if I've ever talked to him on twitter or something like this. I hope one day I'll meet him, but for now I have no clue about what I should make to talk to William. She said that the day they'll play here is not so far. I want it so bad...

   I went sleep great but this morning I woke up with tearful eyes and no voice at all. A cold. I can't believe I caught a cold while I was sleeping, it's untrue. When I came back to the bedroom to change my clothes my mom saw the look on my face and asked me if I could handle the subjects of the day and if I wanted to stay home and so I did. I'm feeling so down. Inside and outside.

   Well, that was my wonderful weekend. One more weekend.

~ Jaqueline Zeck

05/18/2009.