Happy

Today was a happy day. I don't know why, but I was just happy.

I woke up at about 11am, had a shower, ate some Mini Wheats, burshed my teeth, shaved, and folded and put away some laundry. I phoned my mom who was busy supervising my little sister who was trying to make cookies by herself. She gave me an update on their lives...everythings going alright. I did some tweaking of my software application and some research for work for 2 hours or so. While doing this I got to talking to some people on MSN, some of which I haven't talked to in a long time. I had one quite intelligent conversation, which are good to actually have over MSN.

I ate some lunch by heating up the excellent meal Rob cooked last night (after he washed about 85% of the dishes we own). After that I had some tiger ice cream that the gang had bought last week and brought to our house. Then I walked to school and got there for 4pm. I checked out a mathematics book from the library and then took a picture of some fourth floor signage for this number picture thing we're doing on Flickr. I then spent the next 5 hours doing my whole MACM 316 assignment (5 questions) using Maple. I took a few breaks here and there going on to Flickr as well as playing the DodgeGame. It is horribly addictive. Finally I finished my MACM (thereby making it possible for me to go to z!'s to watch Heroes on Monday instead of working on it) and returned the book to the library.

I phone my brother at my grandma's and talked to him for a bit as I walked over to 7-11. He's doing pretty good, although I talk much more than he does in the convo. I talked to my grandma briefly and then popped into the 7-11 for a couple of those taquitos. Man, those things are good! I walked home listening to some 3 Doors Down on my iPod, because it came on early when I accidently must have pressed the button (it's first alphabetically on my playlist).

I got home and we were just eating pita bread with tzatziki sauce. Q had some of the last piece when he walked in the door but he eats so slow and only ate about a third of it before he got up and left the room. They're outside right now installing a speaker into Q's cutlass I believe.

This wasn't that exciting a day, but I'm doing ok. I only started to rage a little with that one tricky question in Maple.

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Odd things about today:

- The only liquids we have in stock are lots of beer and water (not even milk!)
- I am currently drinking a slurpee as I craved it and walked to 7-11 to get it
- Q apparently went to bed at 9pm
- Rob got some new speakers someone left in the parking lot of Costco - but while we were listening to the radio they started turning themselves up
- All the dishes are clean!

I spent saturday in Cloverdale hanging out with my family. My mom recently came back from what I consider my hometown of Dawson Creek. She said a lot of things are different there including every room in our old house. We know the people who currently live there and they let here look around inside. Apparently it looks like something out of a magazine now instead of a house lived in by 6 kids. She was over here and I showed her pictures I took around the house and town when I was there last and she told me all the differences. It was interesting.

She said she didn't really feel like she had a connection with the place. Well I certainly feel a connection to that place. Afterall, I have spent about half my life there. I would say Dawson and a small part of Coquitlam are the places I feel most connected to. I only lived in Coquitlam for a short time, but we also went there to my grandma's old house many times over the years. I certainly don't feel much of a connection to Whalley.

Rage

So some people think I rage too much. I am one of those people. I think I've decided on the reason why I do it.

The reason is that I care too much about stuff that I shouldn't. I really shouldn't give a damn about the details or about what people think of me. I shouldn't care about the outcome of a game and I probably shouldn't care so much about how clean this place is. I shouldn't worry about offending people who I know will not hate me if I do. I shouldn't care if they hate me really. I am just me. Then again, if the rage is a part of who I am, I don't want to change who I am. Hmmm. I just need to relax and go without caring more often.

Everyone should be glad I don't drive.