My Day

Howdy again. It is that time of the night. The time when I blog about whatever is on my mind at the time. I told everyone when I woke up that I would inform you about the rest of my day. It was pretty adverage. I watched a lot of T.V. and ate and then played a solid 3 hrs. of Mortal Kombat: Deception. I am addicted to konquest mode even though it can be repetitive and boring. There are so many fetch tasks and side quests for money that you are always distracted from the main goal and of the story of Shujinko. One thing about it thought is that there are tons of tresure chests in the different realms. I am trying to find all of them that I can and the realms are huge so that in itself keeps me busy. The treasure chests carry either large sums of koins or keys to various koffins in the krypt. The koffins have hidden characters, hidden puzzle fighters, hidden levels, and other stuff that makes the game more enjoyable and so far I haven't even unlocked half of the koffins. Finally I had to stop playing because my dad wanted to head over to church so we could pick up some stuff to carry over to our temporary worship center. While I was there I realized that my family from Reflection was there. (Reflection is my other church in which I attend) I didn't know at first why exactally they were there but then my dad told me they were having their first paintball meeting. I then remeber when "Captain" Bill had announced it on Sunday. J.R. was the driving force behind it and think that it is awesome for him to find something to sink his teeth into so quickly after moving here. While that thought was in my mind, J.R. came up to me wondering how long I had planned on staying. I told him since I was feeling bad I wasn't planning on staying for the meeting. He then took me to his car and said that he had something for me. I figured it was something about paintball like some prices or a magazine on gear and guns. What he pulled out surpised me and stunned me. He got me a book called "How to Draw the Marvel Way" which came with some pencils and pens and pretty much showed you how to draw comic characters. I never in a million years would have thought that he would have done that. For one, I've only known him for about a month or so. Maybe longer but not much. For two, I didn't see him as that type of person, in fact I've seen him quite the opposite but then again I've only gotten aquainted with some of his exterior personallity. Most importantly it showed, to me, that he had accepted me as friend and that he had grown a great deal spiritualy. That single act of kindness showed me so many things about him. I cannot draw worth anything and I am a horrible artist, but I plan on using what he gave me. It meant a great deal to me, especially since I've been sick. He didn't give it to me because of that, I don't think he even knew I was sick but for him to think about me while going about his day and say "Hey, I think Adam would like this." touched me deeply. Yeah that may sound gay or cheesy or what not, but it meant a lot. There really isn't a way to segway into what happend next but I hopped into the car and left. About 5 miles into the trip I realized my backpack was still at the church and I had homework in it I needed to do. So we turned around and I walked in the church laughing at the comment my dad had made when I hopped out about "When your're 40, and mother has passed away, I'm gonna have you take me crusing for chicks". I had just caught Bill and the rest of my family leaving. It was kinda nice to see them and I was glad to see Carissa not limping as badly as she had been due to her knee. So I quickly exchanged words of conversation with them and my father and I drove off to go get dinner. That is when I got home, ate and did the pages in my school booklet. That all leads me to here and now. Now that I look back on it, it wasn't a horrible day but I do need to be more productive wether I'm sick or not. Untill tomarrow folks! When I'll blog on something cool like punk rock ethics or our countries cultural stagnetism and our societies uncreativity in being different.
Adam 10/16/04 11:16 p.m. - 11:57 p.m.