I have alot of music now, my collection of albums has grown into an intimidating beast to put many collections to shame. I just feel that by having an iPod, it is, in fact my obligation to have it full of albums. Anyways, I just got back from dinner with my parents and I think that I'm finally to the point where I'm completely content with just staying home on any given Saturday night. I'm fine with it. I guess that makes me lame, but I'm willing to cope with that. One thing that was semi-strange about tonight is that my sister found a Gameboy game on the ground which happened to have been the same game that was stolen with my Gameboy several months ago... creepy?... I know. Anywho, I saw National Treasure last night, and it was a fantastic movie, I'd reccomend it. Now for some thoughts. I realized one thing that happens in my life last night. No matter how much I care about something or someone, it's not until I stop caring that that person or thing actually starts to make sense, or for people, care. I don't really understand it, and it's not really a bad thing I guess, but it's really starting to become evident in anything and everything I do. It's not until you don't care, that it matters... if that makes sense. I don't really know what people think of me anymore, because of the things I've done with choir, or the things I've said... but I do know this, I care, and I'm not going to pretend like I don't, but these people that I hold most dear in my life don't seem to understand the concept of actually caring. This is starting to sound really lame and I don't even know if I'm communicating my thoughts properly. I'm just gonna go to bed, but everyone have an excellent week.