I haven't done much this week. Jason stopped by today for a while. Sat and watched TV and talked about everything. Before he left we played a game of 21. Beat him 21 to 6. I suck.

It's thundering again. Rained pretty hard yesterday, right after I finished the yard. My programming class is going very well. I can already write very simple programs in C. I went jogging/walking this morning. Did a couple miles. I was soaked when I got done; it was so hot out there. No transitions when I write here.

I walked about seven miles today. I really went out there and pushed myself hard. Jason will probably stop by the house tomorrow wanting to go see The Hulk. I really need to clean this room.

I had a big test in my programming class today. I think I did well.

It was hard to get up this morning; I didn't get much sleep. Carlyn and I played a little basketball today like we try to do each day. He's been saying for months that he wants to be a basketball player. Every time we talk about it I tell him that he can do it. Just keep practicing and play on the school team the rest of middle school and then in high school. I know he can do it if he'll just keep on trying. He's getting better all the time.

Sometimes I feel so frustrated. I'm 21-years-old and I'm still nowhere near realizing anything. Sometimes I feel awake, but then I have moments when I realize I'm still just an ignorant child. And time continues to hurry. It keeps speeding up. I can't decide what to do with my life. Sometimes, I'll have just finished watching The Deer Hunter, or another great movie, and I'll want so badly to be an actor. Other times, I wish I hadn't stopped playing guitar, or writing poetry. Sometimes I want to be a writer. And sometimes I'm fine with how things are going. I'm not satisfied with being an average person. Everyone wants to change the world. I know this is impossible. I'm just wondering if I'll ever make any kind of impact on anything worth remembering. Sometimes I feel so frustrated.

Rolled over 290,000 miles on the ol' piece of crap I call a car.

I just spent 90 minutes working on a cover letter for my mom's resume. I'll be surprised if she doesn't get the job. It was hard to get up this morning. I didn't get to bed until 3-something, and then got up at 7. No class next week because of the Fourth. I don't know what we're doing, if anything. Probably just another cookout, which is fine.

Finally saw The Hulk (5/10) today. Carlyn and I went to the 12:30 show. It was alright, it didn't suck as bad as people had said. The Hulk was never the greatest comic character, so I wasn't expecting the greatest movie either. Just as the movie started, a lady walked in with a couple kids behind her. Nothing unusual. But, then another kid came, and then a parade of them, I'd say almost 30. All little black children. They were surprisingly quiet up until near the end of the movie when a couple of them got into a fight. It was funny.