The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

I signed up over on blogspot.com to help give people other than members here a chance to see the workings of my mind. The plan for now is to incorporate the current blog with the previous journal here. If I am able to set the dates of the entries, then I can just copy and paste them and not have to do too much work. Otherwise, I will just include snippets of the journal from time to time.

Before I started this entry, my sister called the house phone. She called to say that she received a letter from Mom. In it, Mom allegedly wrote that I told her I had been kicked out of the house and that Floozy had been moved in. This is second time I had heard this. The truth is, I haven't written to Mom in months. So, it seems likely that someone is claiming to be me and writing Mom these things. I don't believe Mom actually wrote those things. After all, this is my sister we're talking about. She is not the most believable person in the world.

Then she said that Dad is really sick, and asked if I cared. When I said I didn't, she said that she would have Uncle Alan remove me from this house. Then she hung up.

Anyway, I feel a weird sense of pride. It's not every day that I learn of someone trying to claim to be me. I had a stalker once when I was younger, but that was short lived when my writing money ran out.

NOTE: I wrote a poem once and it became the lyrics of a song. I was given a one-time sum of money for the rights to it. This was back in the mid-90s, before a whole bunch of rules were changed to accomodate songwriters. Anyway, after my family got the money, there was someone always hanging around where I was; at schools (I went to regular public school as well as a talented and gifted school), in my neighborhood, etc. It all ended when we moved to Ohio.

So after hearing a second story of someone writing to Mom, I can't help but feel glad for the attention. I don't like that they are saying such lies to her, but maybe the person is putting some things in the letters that I haven't had the courage to tell her myself. I would like to know who it is, but I also don't want to know. Anyway, at my sister's request, I will write Mom. I am not sure when, but I will soon.

Moving on...

I finished Niko's story in Grand Theft Auto IV! I had nothing to do this morning (normally I am on my way to work at that time), and turned the PS3 on give myself something to do. I chose Deal, and proceeded to finish the story. I ruined the ending of the game for myself, by reading about it online. I won't give too many details, because someone I know who reads this may or may not have finished the story over the weekend. If she didn't finish it yet, I don't want to spoil it for her. Anyway, I ruined it for myself, and didn't feel sad when everything happened. I really liked the story though. I think it is the best GTA game I have played story wise. I fully plan on buying Grand Theft Auto V comes out this autumn. I also plan on taking the Revenge path as well, but it isn't a big priority of mine, because I already know what happens. I will work on getting some more of the trophies, as well as continuing the Episodes.

I am nearly finished watching Clannad. I really like it. My favorite character is hands down Fuko Ibuki, even though she only appears sporadically now. And I started watching the Korean version of Hana Yori Dango again. I stopped watching it back when my last computer broke, and started watching it again when a video of it popped up on my YouTube feed. It's much better than all those stupid condom challenge videos that have flooded it because I watched one last week. Seriously, what goes through people's heads (other than a condom) when they feel that they have to do something that stupid?

Anyway...

Tomorrow is another day here at home. I think I might rearrange my room. Or play more video games. Or write Mom a letter. Or something else entirely.

That's all for now. I hope to see you around the forums, and until then...

Later!

Michael