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I’m not quite sure what to write about today. I could talk about a few things, none of which are very significant, though. I got my graduation pictures taken today. I got my mom to write a note so I wouldn’t have to do the rest of swimming, something for which I’m very thankful. I don’t think I could handle seven weeks of headaches, strategically placed on Fridays, no less, to ruin all my weekends. So, that’s good. I think all I’ll have to do is just go to the Wayne Gretzky Centre and sit there for the entire class so I don’t get marked as absent.

I suppose I could talk about the wishlist I made not too long ago. It’s on Amazon.com, and I’m still not entirely sure why I made it. But hey, I don’t really care. I just made it because I was bored, and I suppose it’s giving me something to talk about today. So, everyone just go visit my wishlist and then come back here and laugh at the things I picked out. I don’t really care. This is my blog, after all, and it’s also my wishlist. A lot of the things I’ve put on there are just things that perked my interest when I heard about them. Most of the books on there are ones I’ve heard about but never had the chance to read. And if you’re wondering about my music selection, it’s a little strange because I only put down the ones that I don’t have. There’s no point to a wishlist if you put down what you already have; however, if you don’t, it doesn’t really reflect your tastes very well. Oh well. If you ever have money to burn, you could always buy me something from that list. But hey, if you don’t, then that’s fine with me. I wouldn’t do the same thing for you, because I’m cheap like that. Well, unless it was something like an intravenous unit or a feeding tube or something that’s going to keep you alive; however, last time I checked, they weren’t selling any of that stuff on Amazon. I mean, there’s those rumours of kidneys being sold on eBay, but whatever. That’s completely different. Besides, I’m not quite sure how’d they’d mail that.

I’m really lacking a hobby right now. The only hobby that I’ve ever stuck to consistently is my writing; after all, this blog is evidence of that. I write poems, I write stories, and I write just random things that make no sense. It really doesn’t matter to me. But other than that, I have nothing that’s really kept my interest for a long time. I’ve gotten into web design, I’ve gotten into computer games, I’ve gotten into the bass guitar, and I’ve gotten into reading. But none of those have lasted. Web design started becoming meaningless characters on a screen, computer games got old and too expensive to keep buying the newest ones, bass guitar got boring after I learned all the songs with cool bass parts, and reading is just too quiet sometimes. Of all of those, probably reading has been the longest. After all, it’s the closest thing to writing – in case you didn’t know, someone wrote every book that’s out there. But I find it hard to find time to sit and read for a while, especially when it’s quiet. I used to be able to do it, but now I can’t sit still without music for too long. The problem is that when I have music on, I can’t concentrate on reading. It’s an interesting conundrum.

With all that said, I still enjoy reading every once in a while. I’m still working through the Red Rabbit by Tom Clancy; it’s taken me a while, but it’s a big book, probably an inch and a half thick. I don’t get too much of a chance to read it, but every few days I try to sit down and read a few chapters. It’s a really good book; Tom Clancy is the only author I’ve found that keeps me interested. I’ve read a lot of books by some other authors, but they all started to get monotonous. Tom Clancy’s books have twisting plotlines and well developed characters. By the end of one of his books, you feel like you know the characters personally. He spends a lot of time looking into the minds of his characters and just putting down what they think about. That’s what I really like about his books. Hey, I want to be a psychologist, remember? Just because I’m a freak, doesn’t mean I can’t be a cool freak. Well, maybe it does, but I’m just not going to go down that road.

I think I’m done writing for today. I think one of the greatest arts developed in writing is knowing when to shut up. When you have nothing to say, you don’t say anything. Obviously, I have a lot to learn. But considering this is a blog about my thoughts, I apparently have a lot of thoughts. Hey, if you don’t like it, leave already! But I know you won’t, ’cause you think I’m irresistable. Yeah, that’s it. I’ve got you all figured out. It’s either that or the reason why people like to stare at the monkeys in the cages at the zoo. But I’m going to stick with the first option.

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