So, did I get good stuff for Christmas? yes, I wont get into it, but what you need to know write now is that, though I got several very awesome CDs, I found a classic in my closet today. The W's-Fourth From the Last.
Be Jealous. It's still awesome, filled with amazing memories from my childhood. I used to have an orange "the Devil is Bad" t-shirt. On the back it had a cartoon devil looking up at a fast-falling blue bowling ball that had the W's written on it. So cool.
Now, I am in a pretty good mood. I got my Iphone working with my new alarm clock after hours of trying to load music from Itunes, and somehow trying on my new clothes to make sure they fit good and then reorganizing my clothes felt good. I'm not exactly sure why. It did make my room quite cleaner. I am finally going to try and clean up my room, and I believe I am getting a queen sized bed. Both of these are good things pertaining to my room. It might actually look reasonably like a well kempt 18 year old guys room instead of just a mess.
So yesterday I worked out at the club til I got kicked out. Thats not really important I just thought it sounded cool. It sounds like it could be an item on my bucket list to cross off, if I had a bucket list. I'm not really into making stuff like that. I then proceeded to have a nice dinner with my family for Christmas Eve.
I have gone two days this week without doing my ballhandling challenge, tomorrow will be the third day in the week(or first day in a new week). I havent done it. This is depressing, because I only like allowing one day off a week, so I will have to do it for like two weeks straight to make up for that crap. Ugh, its frustrating, but I will make up for my own insolence.
I woke up in a good mood, had a good time at breakfast, and then opening and giving presents. It's so weird to see how Christmas changes over the years. Back in the day, you wake up at like 6 after hardly sleeping, are just stoked out of your mind, and go running to the tree, check out the present, and annoy your parents til they get ready to open presents, everyone still in pajamas. Now, I forced myself to wake up at nine and get ready for the day. No day is started right without a shower, getting totally ready and decent looking, and a little morning exercise. So I am totally ready, and wait patiently for my parents to shower, though my mom did make breakfast, and I put on some coffee. We slowly make our way through everything. Back in the day we took a break part way through presents so that the kids could play with new toys. Not so anymore, and there are much less toys nowadays. Clothes used to be dumb, now they are appreciated.
But what toys we get are way more complicated. I spent a long while today frustrated out of my mind with this guitar pedal today, which connects to the computer to change settings, because for some reason they made the default settings crap. But I couldnt figure out how to change the settings to what I want on the computer. It's way too complicated, so I will recruit some help later. I gave up, it was too much. And it was made worse because I feel bad being mad on Christmas, because I know its not what my focus should be on, whether my petty new gadgets work.
And here is my learning bit for the day. I get most angry when things dont work right all the time. I realize this is normal for people to get angry when things go wrong, no one is mad when things are right, but I like stuff perfect. Peter pointed it out in guitar that I get frustrated whenever I get something hard to do and cant do it right away. I get mad whenever I continually mess up in ballhandling. I try to keep my attitude up and im getting better, but when my ball goes rolling across the gym and I am forced to walk after it, I'm not a happy camper. I am trying to fix this negative reaction, but it is very hard. I think it correlates with my drive to do better, but it really doesnt help. I'm not very nice to people when I'm frustrated, and that makes me more frustrated. It's a vicious cycle. So prayerfully I will get better at this.
I hope you had a Merry Christmas, I'm out.
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