Alaska.

I finished the Out of the Wild: Alaskan Experiment tonight. I cried at the end. I don't know what it is about me that I can't cry at the appropriate times, like when Judy was trying to say goodbye in so many ways. I haven't cried during worship music. 
But I cried at the end of a TV show when 4 people who subjected themselves to horrible conditions found train tracks in the wilderness, and a train picked them up and took them back to their families.

I want to be on Out of the Wild season 3. They've got to be casting soon, right?

I had my usual guilty snack (every third day) of rice. 
"She's eating your food," my dad said to C. (She eats rice and chicken because she is old and throws up anything else)
"I know, I'm so mean! Rice, yum," I said, because I am not supposed to be eating grains. I walked in the other room.
"Noah, will you please move to Alaska with me for a year?" I say this because Philip is pretty worthless to me by now. He has his own agenda, which is not as cool as mine, and he's too involved with his own plans to do anything really cool with me.
"Why the heck would I want to move to Alaska?" He replies, pulling his earphones off his head for a moment, pausing his Youtube video.
"Because, it is a real adventure," I tell him. Maybe at 13, he doesn't have the same call of the wild as you get when you get older and realize civilization sucks. He has a Call of Duty. I think, maybe if I told him he could bring the PS3, he would be more likely to say yes. Still, I feel like I need one of my brothers to go there with me. So it's not going to happen for now.


I feel like several Henry David Thoreau quotes would be appropriate here.


"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live."


"All good things are wild and free."

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation."

I could keep going, but I don't even like Thoreau that much.
I just need an excuse.