Saw that quote awhile back and it made me laugh, so I thought I'd trust my luck and play with every girl that's reading this. For any of you that haven't read Catcher in the Rye, go read it. It explains so much about anyone that's ever had anything traumatic happen to them. It talks about the simple things in life, like holding hands with a girl you're attracted too, and how when you're holding that persons hand you never worry whether your hand was sweaty or not - all you know is that you're happy, and that you really are. It's about dealing with depression. It's about dealing with that side of one that one cannot face. As I was telling you about earlier, he wears the mask of denial.

Something I really like to talk about whenever I write something is why I title things what I title them. You'll probably hear me mention this all the time, especially in casual non-wordy writing such as this. The titles will always reflect some part of my day, and my writing will somehow connect, I won't just ramble to you, but you'll have to discover that on your own.

So today, I woke up around 9:00 and my room was cold as all hell. That's something that really bothers me, when I'm cold. Right now, it's about 80 degrees in the house, 79 if you care about little details like I sometimes do, but like I was saying . . . I have this wonderful comforter on my bed, it's one of those super sort, blue, fluffy, cushy, oh-my-lord-this-is-the-finest-thing-in-life deals. I can lie down on it and fall asleep in 5 minutes when I close my eyes sometimes. Only problem is the comforter is super-isolated, so I get really really warm. Actually, that's not the problem. The problem is sometimes my parents close my door in the morning, despite me telling them not to. That bugs me. I'd rather be woken up by the sound of the annoying T.V. then wake up freezing my left gum ball off in a 45 degree room after hopping out of an 80 degree bag. That's extremism! (Humorous tone). Truth of the matter is though, I appreciate the thoughtfulness in the idea that they didn't want to wake me up, people aren't perfect, and I know that, and I respect that, and I appreciate the small things in life even if they annoy me. I make myself out to be a soft person sometimes . . . especially to real punks. That way, if they ever try to pull a fast one on me I can get real harsh, really fast, and they take extreme caution in the situation because they've never seen me angry. Works like a charm. Same goes on the opposite end of the spectrum though. If I act like I hate someone - (I honestly don't hate anyone so this doesn't make sense) - then I treat them nicely, they get all weirded out. Only expected, but it's still really funny for the observer. A lot of people say that I'm a funny guy. I don't like it when people don't take me seriously though.

Whoops, digressed, anyhow, back to the "quick day summary" because I feel like ranting about other matters at the moment. Basically, I fixed up the site here a bit and played around with the new functions on my computer till about 12:00, when I went outside and decided that today is a beautiful day. That's about how it stayed till 7:00. Don't worry, nothing went wrong, I'm just saying that I came inside. My lord did I have fun today. Usually I don't have fun shopping, but I got the opportunity to drive my parents into town, drop my Dad off at my Grandma's house, then my Mom took me to Rosses' "Dress for Less". So true it is! I bought 4 new shirts and 3 new boxers, hot damn I'm feelin' it! But anyhow, good prices, and I like dressing nicely regardless of the occasion, makes me feel . . . (thinking of a good word) - unique? Mainly because most other teenage males dress like they just woke up. That's another thing I really like about girls by the way, they always take the time to make themselves look all pretty in the morning. How cute. Moving on with the day, we drove back to Grandma's house and picked up my Dad and talked to Mama for a good 30 or so minutes, she's really a sweet ol' lady, I love her dearly. So, my Dad had one more stop to make, to buy a new guitar stool or something. Oh yeah, my Grandma gave us one for the drum machine, but god I'm digressing! So, we stop at a furniture/kitchen shop, and buy a bar stool for my Dad to sit on while he plays guitar, and then I drove us home. Fun fun!

One of my favorite quotes in the world is, "If everything I say can be interpreted in two ways, and one of them makes you sad or angry, I meant the other." I wish that people would actually listen to that, because it's absolutely true. No joke.

Ahhh, yeah, I just realized I haven't told any of you a thing about school. Maybe that's because I haven't written in this on a "school day" yet, but I'm sure when I do you'll find that the entries get shorter and a bit more judgmental - school makes me tired, and soar - soar because of the gym of course. That's another thing I'll probably add to this site, is my schedule for the year. Not that anyone really cares, and not that I care that anyone doesn't care, (*Cheers to acceptance*), but I've found that I like to be nosy, and most other people do too, whether they like to admit it or not, they're usually curious. Typically in a casual conversation, someone will say something like, "So Bob, what do you want to be when you grow up." I get that a lot. I appreciate it. It makes me think. Why? Because I need to decide. I'll probably get some big "Wow, go Bob!" degree just so the job market is extremely accepting of me, then do what my life's passion is - invention.

I've wanted to be an inventor since way back in the day of way back when. Of course that was after my childhood aspiration of being a fireman. Everyone wants to be a fireman. Then I wanted to be a doctor. I used to "practice" being a doctor with my little children's tool set do things like diagnose the sickness of my stuffed-animal frog. God I love watching kids. Something about innocence, meaning "lack of knowledge or experience" has always been an aspect of people I've enjoyed. Weird how people who understand end up finding people who don't understand. Actually, it's the other way around. The people who don't understand find me and lure other people that don't understand to me. That happens in Spanish class. What a joke. "Bob, what's quemar mean again?" Of course I answer, "To Burn", but one of these days I'll become a misanthrope and say something like, "Do it yourself you fool! What do I look like, a dictionary?" For those of you who actually know me, you know I wouldn't say that, but sheesh, it's so relaxing just to think to myself that I'd say it.

Note: I'm going to be adding a list of my astrological pattern and compatibilities to the site sometime soon, just for fun. Remember the last entry though - remember my parents, the apotheosis of the fallacy in astrology.