My family and I are staying in LA for the new year to see the Rose Parade. There are a lot of events in the days leading up to the parade, and today we saw the Bandfest. Basically, Bandfest is the event where all of the high school and honor bands performing in the Rose Parade get to show off their matching routines. We went because my dad’s friend’s kids are performing in one of the bands. (watch for the Homewood High School marching band!).
Among one of the bands performing today was from Japan! Although it was one of the smallest bands because they had to travel so far, their marching patterns were one of the most impressive.
All of the groups were amazing and they all seemed very deserving of the honor to march in the parade.
I finished The Great Gatsby today on the drive into LA. The end was rather confusing, even though I read the last two chapters three times. Maybe watching the movie will clear things up, since the book wasn’t so clear.
I think that about covers everything for today. We’re currently stuck in horrid LA rush hour traffic, and on top of all of that it’s the day before New Year’s Eve. We were hoping to catch a movie tonight, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen.
I was doing my homework today when I got a call from my friend. She doesn’t typically make phone calls, which is why I picked it up right away. She was crying so hard I could barely understand what she was saying, but after picking up a few words here and there I pieced together what had happened. Her mom was in the hospital after she fell in the kitchen and hit her head. My friend had already called 911 and they had taken her mother to the hospital, but my friend was still shaken. What’s worse is that her grandma made her clean the blood up off of the kitchen floor shortly after. That was probably the worst part. I’ve never seen her so upset in the year and a half I’ve known her. I didn’t really know what to do, I’m not the best at comforting people. Perhaps it’s because I can’t really relate to something like that, although once when my mom had meningitis she just passed out in front of me. I was so little that I didn’t really understand, nor do I remember it that well. I didn’t tell her that; perhaps I should.
Well, besides doing homework and comforting a friend, I spent today looking up all sorts of theories on how Sherlock survived the fall and reading John Watson’s blog. There are some pretty fantastic theories out there, ranging from Sherlock surviving because he relaxed all of his muscles to trucks and homeless networks and Mycroft arranging everything for him. It’s rather entertaining to read all of them, all of these people out there with different theories, all these fans letting their inner detectives run wild. I guess it’s also kind of beautiful, seeing all these people come together to solve a mystery. Gives me hope for humanity.
That’s about it for today. Currently re-watching “The Reichenbach Fall” because the first time I watched it, everything was a blur.
I guess I might be a little bit obsessed with Sherlock, but hey, talking about BBC and Sherlock conspiracy theories is much better than talking about school drama or some other celebrity crap.
So this may or may not be inspired by John Watson’s blog (hint: it is). Point is, I like writing, so maybe I’ll enjoy blogging just as much. I’ve tried making a few blogs before, but none have never really worked out. Hopefully this one will be different.