Woke up this morning. At 9:37. Same time as yesterday, I think I'm jinxed to patterns or something. Today was extremely relaxing, I really enjoyed it, especially this afternoon. I've found that if you don't have anything to do at all that life becomes depressing, whereas if you have very little to do you can take time in the simple pleasures of life. Pleasures such as waking up in the morning and your mom cooking you and your dad a wonderful Sunday's breakfast with her loving hands. Those kinds of touches are what can supply one with full contentment.

Moving on though, after I ate my delicious breakfast, I went and sat here for an hour or so and caught up with my life as ~cRuSaDeR-SC~, leader of the great gaming clan SC. That clan has gone through so much with me, and I with them, that I can call most of my current members family. I love them all. Losing a member is like losing a brother (or sister), whichever it may be. Although . . . at this point, I can't remember the last member we "lost" per se, probably Ragnerak, but that's a long story that's not worth discussing because "he's not worth it." Losing ragnerak was extremely depressing for me, especially since I was younger when it happened - people need to be careful what the say, it can hurt someone more than they imagine. Away from all that though, usually if we have a member that's a trouble maker, or is just flat out immature I ban him. Friend or not. We can't have a negative connotation - being associated with SC, one must support the image that I want to see - a polite, respectful, mature person. Not hard to ask for if it was 30 years ago, today, that's harder to find.

Ooh, ooh! I finished Catcher in the Rye this afternoon. "Goddam" that book was good. If any of you have read it, you'll understand my play on words there, and for those of you that either read it and don't remember it or haven't read it at all - READ IT. It's a wonderful novel, discussing the depression that so many of us go through. Escapism, ambivalence, cynicism, innocence, and so much more are all mentioned throughout the book.

There was one quote inparticular in the book that really stood out (actually, there were many, and I marked them), but one that stood out inparticular, quoted by psychoanalyst Wilhelm Stekel, "The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one". I really liked that quote, mainly because it made me think. Of course there have been times where I had this fantasy: "What if someone barged in here with a gun - I'd be the hero, I'd stop him!". I've always wanted to die the noble and chivalrous death, but this quote made me think. I do want to die that noble chivalrous death, but I don't want to have that happen for another . . . MANY, many, MANY, many, MANY years. I want to live a long life, have kids, let my parents see my kids . . . have a loving relationship with a wife - you know, a fantasy - a Utopian life.

The afternoon went on, and I was able to relax even more. I looked a bit at my math book because I wasn't quite sure on a few things, but I caught on. Something that bothered me was that I couldn't find my Offspring CD. Nothing like listening to punk music and doing math. Is that an oxymoron?

After my math adventure, I hopped on my bike and took a nice healthy stroll around town. I've been doing a lot of biking lately. It cures my mind - just going out there, the wind in my face, (and if there is rain that's even better), and just riding till I want to come home. Then, I come home. I was only gone for about an hour though, and when I returned came the pleasure of mixing concrete with my dad. When I say that, I'm not really being all that sarcastic. I enjoy working my muscles a bit, and I enjoy spending time with my dad - he's a great guy, he really is. I don't think I could have been given a better father. He has his moments of course though, which is what makes him who he is - everyone has moments, even I get angry once in awhile believe it or not. I just don't get angry that often, at least not at people I'm typically casual with. But this was discussed in the first entry or so.

About the time we finished up, my father folk invited me to drive him to my Grandma's house, and exciting enough for me I didn't need to ask for any directions, which means my driving is improving and I'm doing things almost automatically. Makes for a jolly future - driving. Spent about an hour driving, and an hour at Grandma's house. Hehe, "Grandma's House". I love fairy tales - mainly because I love morals. I have a lot of morals, but I often find myself questioning them.

I wake up at 6:09.35 tomorrow, I'm going to relax some more, oy vey.