My 7th night in California, and today's my first Friday here.

I don't know why, but I've been so tired lately. The fact that my parents wake me up at 6am in the morning annoys me. I'm really jetlagged, and I haven't had enough sleep, and they force me to wake up at the uncivilized hour of 6 by knocking incessantly on my door.

I'm pretty bored too. To be honest, I'm tired of living with my parents. They force me to do things I don't really like, such as joining a small group in church. Why can't they understand that it's hard for me to relate to white people? Why do they even force me? It's as if I don't have the right to anything.

Whenever we would go out to eat, my dad's in his usual cheap mode. What's new. He expects us to buy the cheapest meal on the menu. A perfect example of that is the Dollar Burger in Burger King. We've been eating that for 3 days now, and it's just sickening. Imagine eating the same thing over and over again. It annoys me to the bone.

Also, I really hate it when the sun shines. My nose is already sunburnt, and I wouldn't want to get dark. The sun here is just awful; blaring and hot. It clashes with the cool weather, and I wish it would just disappear.

I want to go home. Will someone please hijack a jet and pick me up?

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