The tingly sensation of age pitter patters like rain drops on the bottoms of my feet, making my knees crack when I bend down, and the muscles on my back stretch as I turn. Too bad they were doing that yesterday too, otherwise I'd be able to blame this age related development on the New Years.

Currently I'm having a wonderful theological discussion with my Uncle Tom via instant messenger, so this entry will most likely be short.

I've read half of Steppenwolf as of today, and the book is truly amazing now. In the beginning the story was a bit bland, but now there is a sort of elaboration and the character is being progressed forward on a sort of journey. It's a good story.

Geez, I'm being talked to by four different people at the same time - not even my 180 words per minute typing skills can handle this insanity. I'm going to get my thoughts written down here, tell them to wait, then I can be done with it all.

Anyway, tomorrow I plan to go into town and get some sponsors for the chess club, as well as finish any homework I have for the rest of the break (reading and such . . . not really homework per se). I'll probably try to do some outdoor things, running, possibly tennis in the afternoon if I can find someone to play with - if I can't the wall is a steady opponent.

The techno remix Adam bought me for Christmas is really cool, I've been listening to the second disc most of tonight, and have really been enjoying it. I've also been enjoying talking to Uncle Tom and my friend Becky.

Can't say there's a lot on my mind right now - I'm actually at peace . . . I was told by my Uncle that there's a hidden Zen teaching in the last pages of Siddhartha, which means I'm going to go back and reread it soon to further understand the novel.

I watched the end of "She's All That" last night for probably the 5th time. It's most likely one of my favorite movies . . . that's probably odd to say since I'm a boy and it's what one might call a "girl movie". Oh well, the lead actress is really good looking, and the story is almost too perfect. If only life was that easy . . . get the girl in the end, right? Well, we will see if the same works for me. My hopes are up, but people who know me tell me it won't be a problem.

Thought is born in the mouth. - Tristan Tzara.

Take care my friends.