Easter weekend. I get really bored at home, but I have had a relaxing time. I don't think I like Smash Brothers on Gamecube, but I played a whole lot of it. And I played Coach K's College Basketball on Sega. I like that game. I also like candy. I am too full of it right now, but later I am eating some pizza.

I feel blessed when I come home, because of my family, but it also makes me miss the good friends I have made at school. Even those who are in Australia.

The Cavs won!

91 to 76.

R.I.P. Paul Silas...I don't know if I agree with your departure.

JK went well. I have been staying up really late this past week. I am pretty tired.

Well people don't like the hard and heavy.

Went to Indianapolis today and viewed an exhibit on female painters from Indiana. The contemporary works were really good. I can say just about every one had something I liked in it. Max said it was going to be a bunch of paintings of kitchens and bunnies but I didn't get it. And Lindsey gave him a mean look after he said it. So maybe it meant something derogatory towards women.

Who knows.

If I could gather all my past mistakes and equate them down to one single word. A noun. It would be pride. Being human, and suffering from (My -prideful- humanity.) that of a fallen perspective it starts to rule my everyday life. Not being humble (An opposite of pride.) causes a barrier between oneself and another.

Too proud to be loved.

This, however is a mere realization and not and end by any means. Something this ingrained in my thinking will take work.

Too prideful to work towards humility.

Power to the prideful.
Peace to the humble.
Strength to both.

New Or(e)leans was fun. Nashville was more fun. Good trip!

Is my life less examined? I don't know. Did I live? Did I feel alive? I think so.

ARE WE NOT MEN?