I awoke at eight o'clock this morning, and immediately wished the day were over. I couldn't even turn on the TV to watch my Saturday morning cartoons. What a boring day it would be. Wrong again. I lay in bed for the first hour and relaxed and thought of nothing in particular. Memories went through my head like snow before a wind, memories of me getting in trouble, humorous, sad and angry memories as well. I remembered Mendi and I at Space camp when someone short sheeted someone else's bed. The Girl said something that was quite humorous. I won't put it in this Journal because it contains an expletive. But suffice it to say that it wasn't what she said but how she said it that was hilariously funny. After lying in bed for the first hour I fed my cat and had a glass of orange juice for breakfast. Mom had pancakes. We went to the bank, post office, and ATM machine at noon. We came home and ate some pretzels for lunch. Mom and I did math for at least two or three hours. Then she took me to the homecoming festival at IUN. There owe heard live music we also heard recorded music because there were baton twirlers that used tapes to go along with their routines. The ROTC groups who twirled their guns had drummers, but the body builders; basketball shooters, and trampoline and tumblers also used recorded background music. During the sock hop they had a Disk Jockey who played recorded music. So in this way I could not avoid mass communication.