The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

I started a file of The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim today. I was considering deleting my The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion stuff to make room for it, but I am honestly glad that I didn't. Skyrim is a really great game from what I have played of it; but it just hasn't hooked me, and I am not sure that it will. I really like the graphics of Skyrim, it is probably the best thing about it so far. I like being able to wield two different spells at once (as a preferred magic-used in gaming, this is great for me). But the story is rather bland right now. Fancy graphics and views of majestic mountains that may or may not house dragons is not enough to keep me interested right now. Not when I have all these other games to play.

I am getting closer to where my brother is in Grand Theft Auto IV. I did do one thing different compared to my brother's game. He decided to kill Dwayne instead of Playboy X. When he realized that was not the best choice, I told him that I would do the opposite to see what would happen. It's clear to me that I chose the better option, seeing how I have a new Safehouse and another friend in the game.

The friend thing is adding a bit of a burden though, because it is just another person with my character's phone number who will call when I am busy on my way to a mission. I say no usually, but I don't want them to hate me. Every time I say no, their friendship percentage goes down. Which will make it that much harder to get it to 100% and to unlock their special ability and maybe another trophy.

I played Portal 2 some more this morning. I like the challenge, but honestly, if it wasn't for the surge in PSN Trophies I am earning, I probably wouldn't have play it as much as I have. It's still fun, though.

My brother is currently somewhere in real life he has avoided like the plague in Grand Theft Auto IV. Jail. He had court this afternoon, and he will be spending the next five days in jail. And all because he didn't get his license straightened out. I can't say that he doesn't deserve it, because he does. I mean, he had three months to get everything together to avoid jail time, and he chose to not do anything about it.

So now it is just Dad and I here at the house. Which isn't really a good thing. After all, I came out and told him how I feel about him. I am tired of acting like I like him. It just gives me a headache. He has made tiny efforts of making small talk, but I brush them off. The only words I want to hear him say are:

"I'm sorry for the way I have been treating you lately."

"Floozy and I are finished. For good this time."

and

"Will you forgive me?"

As I know none of these phrases will be said until Mom comes back or while Dad is on his deathbed, I will be as mean and hateful to him as he has been to me most of my life. It is the only way for him to learn that I am done with his crap.

Anyway...

Tomorrow I am working on the paper. It will be a cold ride in the morning, but it won't be too cold. I am also making it a point to stop in at the banks tomorrow for information on accounts. Personally, I think it's weird that there are two banks in such a small village (Peebles isn't big enough to be considered a town, though most people call it a town in casual speech). But as my little research on the local banks have given even less results, I will have to stop in to both personally. I may research more after I post this.

But yeah, tomorrow I will be putting money in a bank. One more step in the direction adulthood. And I will be able to cash/deposit checks now and not have to have Dad do it. It's about time for me to have an ID anyway. After all, I may forget my name one day and need the ID card to remind myself of what it is. But my days of going to gas stations to cash my checks are over, because most don't do that anymore. Which was the only time I would ever go to a gas station and buy something.

A little while ago, I heard music coming from my closet. U found an old handheld game of mine that still had batteries in it and managed to turn it on. I brought it out of the closet so he could play with it whenever he wanted. I guess he figured that he should play video games as well, because I play them. Which I am fine with. Whatever keeps him from attacking my feet when I walk to the bathroom at night.

Last night I was lucky. All three cats were asleep on my bed all night. They took up most of the bed, but I didn't mind. They are like my cute fluffy bodyguards. Itsy Bitsy sleeps at my feet and is first to wake up if there are any noises. Omega is the burly muscle cat who won't tolerate anyone messing with me. And U, well he's the one that I fear is just being nice and cuddly to me so he can take my soul. But with a cat like U, I would let him have it gladly.

Well, that's all for now. I hope to see you on the forums, or on PSN, or wherever; and until the moment arrives when we meet next...

Later!

Michael