So, Matt and I stayed in town for spring break, and it was so great! I ended up not going back to work, and I enjoyed myself immensely. I got so much done, I felt so happy about it. I practiced the piano, sewed some things I've been meaning to sew - which, by the way, I now wonder what inspired me to get such a loud fabric for the jumper (it is bright orange with hibiscus flowers on it, which tempted me to make it a skirt so as not to overdo it), Matt took me to the driving course and showed me how to golf, I took down half of my dried roses (there are way too many), and figured out how to make a topiary, which isn't done yet, but will be great! One day I totally cleaned and reorganized my room, and as I did the last vacuuming, I knew that I had to vacuum out the window sill, which I dread. I have this uncontrollable fear of spiders, and since that's where they seem to congregate, I keep the blinds closed at all times. My dad knew when I moved into that room that I would hate the window well, so he painted it blue and put fish on it, which was so thoughtful of him, but that doesn't stop the spiders, GROSS! So, I started to try to get this dead spider off of the sill with the vacuum attachment, and I was shaking and it was stuck, eew, and right then a shadow moved across the wall and in the back of my mind I knew it was Matt, but it freaked me out anyway when he grabbed my arm and I screamed and literally jumped and lost my balance when I landed, so he had to catch me. I made him vacuum the whole thing, which he did without complaining, and thoroughly, even going over the blinds. We went to Smith's and bought stuff to make IFalafel - it has hummus and this weird stuff made of pinto beans, with pitas, tomatoes, and meat. I took the cardboard drawers out of my closet and painted them white white michemily stars and then put the other ones right on the shelf, so now things are much more organized. I put the table from the cabin next to the door, and put all of my coats on the empty pegs where I had hung my roses. Then, randomly, on Saturday, we decided after helping with the garage sale at Grandma's house, to go down to Vegas and see the O show. So we left and Matt drove the whole way and I slept and Matt sung to one of his Spanish songs, and it was so beautiful that I keep asking him to sing it for me - he thinks that he can't sing and he gets embarrassed, even though he has a smooth voice with great control when he's serious about it. When we got to Vegas, we went to the Bellagio and found the O show theatre, and we waited in the cancellation line for only about an hour or so (first in line), when two opened up - two good tickets, too. Matt paid $125 for each one! Then we walked around Vegas and Matt told me not to accept any handouts and not to look on the ground because it was porn - everywhere. The people stand in lines on the sidewalks and hit the handouts on their hands to get your attention and hold it in front of you - the interesting thing is, they think that even though you didn't take one from the first or second person in the line that you might take one from the fifth or eighth or tenth person! Walking around was gross - all the smoke and alcohol and people wearing little clothing (I hate Vegas - it's too busy and worldly), but finally we went back to the O Show and it seemed like we were standing and waiting and walking for forever, but we finally got in and the theater was AMAZING! There is no way to describe how fabulous the show was. I always thought that it just seemed kind of weird to me, but this is the best show I have ever seen - the talents, spectacular feats, the sounds, the smells, the colors! Wow! Afterwards, I kept telling Matt how cool it was, and he was glad that I finally understood. We started driving back, and I called my family to tell them we were on our way, but we decided after we stopped at McDonald's that we would stop to take a nap - and ended up sleeping for SIX HOURS. Whoops. When Mom called in the morning, she was NOT HAPPY. She had waited up all night for us, and we didn't even call to say that we were stopping. After we got back, she kept saying that I was naive and immature and I didn't care what others think, and that I shouldn't have put myself in that situation, and that I was lucky I was safe, and that I needed to be punished, and more. I told her that she should be glad we stopped so we wouldn't fall asleep on the road and that she didn't trust us and that nothing did happen and that she wasn't going to spoil it for me because I had a great time! Well, school restarted and it's been okay.