What did I do today?

What did I do today?
I've been asking myself that question quite often lately. And it seems that I'm always disappointed with the answer. Today, I literally sat around all day and did nothing. So as I sit here writing this, I can't help but feel like I could have done so much more with my time. I could have experienced something new, increased my knowledge, or I don't know, let's talk crazy for a second, CREATE something. I love doing all three of those things, yet lately I just fail to do them. I'm lazy. Pure and simple. God has placed me on this beautiful earth for only a short amount of time. What am I doing with that time? Let's do a quick run-through of what my day consisted of. Then talk about how I can improve my productivity, mindset, and lifestyle.

11:00 a.m.
I'm awoken by my mother who came home with a new Macbook. Of course she needed my help setting it up. So I dragged myself out of bed and began installing Microsoft Office and Adobe Photoshop for her.

11:45 a.m.
My dad asks me how long I'll be working on mom's new “computer thing.” He needs me to drive behind him to the auto shop so I can drive him home. You see, my car recently broke down so he was driving it to get repaired. This took about fifteen minutes. So when we got back home I began cooking some lunch and started fiddling with mom's computer again.

2:00 p.m.
The couch. My current place of residence. My home inside my home. I'm always on the couch. In fact, I'm lounging in it right now as I type this. Well, now I'm going to move to the chair because that thought bugs me. It was about this time of the day that I began to feel sluggish. I had just eaten...a lot. I was reading (an activity that always makes me droopy eyed) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I had just seen Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in theaters and could not remember for the life of me how the series ended. So I decided to re-read. After less than a chapter. I decided to call it quits and I fell asleep. P.S. Not a huge fan of the movie. Production values were top-notch and I really like the director David Yates but was a little upset of some of the things they left out.

4:40 p.m.
I awake! Not because I was feeling energized but because I over-heated and was sweating profusely. Waking up like that always puts me in a bad mood. So, I got up and ate a little something. Then? Back to the couch for some more reading and random internet browsing.

5:30 p.m.
I begin to panic as I randomly remember that I have a church league softball game to play at 6 0'clock. I scramble to change into my socks and shirt and head out the door, in a very slow and sluggish manner and in a terrible mood.

6:00 p.m.
We play. (not Wii) We win. We go home. Victory by 10 run rule. 22-12. Personally, it was one of my better games. No errors, 2 put outs, first at-bat: hit a nice line drive single to opposite field. second at-bat: popped one up to shallow left field. Fortunately, the guy dropped it so I got on base, but I wasn't satisfied. Third at-bat: I took an outside pitch to right field again, this time netting my self 2 RBIs and a triple. And my fourth and final at-bat I hit into a fielder's choice, tried going opposite field again, but hit it to second base.

7:30 p.m.
I was back home and off to see my 90 year old great grandma. She loves my name, “Russell Cade,” she goes on and on about it. Which I find hilarious. The whole family was gathered this weekend to celebrate her birthday. So she brought us altogether for some good times. I said my goodbyes and headed back home so I could hang out with Ryan Smith and Justina. P.S. Holy crap. My dad's air compressor just went off and scared the crap out of me.

8:30 p.m.
Justina and Ryan Smith come over and I show them my House of Heroes videos. And what I've been teaching myself about playing the piano. Of course, Ryan Smith showed some cool stuff about reading music that really helped a lot. Then we watched The Prestige, one of my favorite movies, which neither of them had seen before. I can't help but get a little made when I watch this movie because I am overcome with jealousy. I want to create movies such as The Prestige. I wish I could come up with such great, mesmerizing, and complete stories. I want to be in film.

12:01 a.m.
I start watching footage of The Dog Killer that was shot a few days ago. Its looking pretty good. Then I sulk and get mad about how little I've accomplished today, how fat I'm getting, and why I'm tired all of the time.

Now here I am, writing my thoughts into this novel of an entry. Which is a pretty epic first entry if I do say so myself. I just felt overwhelmed and had a lot of thoughts, selfish thoughts, but thoughts none the less. And I had to get them out. I figured I could start grading myself on a day-to-day basis. To see if I'm satisfied with what I accomplished. Today's grade could be a lot better. In fact, it really sucks but tomorrow will be better. I know I have a lot to do tomorrow so I'm going to see that it gets done. I just need to start actively asking myself, “What am I doing?”, “What else could I be doing?”, and “What are the results of doing this?”

Today's grade: D-

Random Story: So I was over at the church, listening to some music. And I stepped outside and noticed it was sprinkling. I look up into the sky to look at the clouds and that's when I say it. A huge funnel cloud. It was like a scene from twister. It looked like a white tube descending upon the earth in front of a dark blue backdrop. Of course, I freak out and think me and my family are about to get swept back to Kansas, so I take off running as fast as I can. I picture my Mom greeting me at the door with a flashlight and a blanket and screaming, “Get in the basement!” But instead I run inside to find the house eerily calm. I run to my mom's room to find her sleeping. I yell, “Mom, there's a funnel cloud.” She jumps up and runs to the window. I point it out to her and ask were dad is. He's asleep in the garage (don't ask). I run outside and wake I'm up yelling for him to look at this young, baby tornado that just popped out of a womb of cumulonimbus. But with my luck, I run outside and what happened? in the time it took me to run from my mom's room to the garage, the cloud disappear and I'm left standing there like some crazy person pointing up at the sky. But I saw a baby tornado, and my mom is my witness! I'm not crazy! NOT CRAZY!