Two: 101

I'm awfully confused by the blogsite's understanding of time. I was just looking at my first blog, which is simply terrible, and it was apparently written on the eve of New Year's, which is wrong! Oh well, fukc komputers. Pardon me, "Take It Down" is what I'm listening to.
Gotta change the subject. I've been obsessed with these The Wailin' Jennys, check out their 40 Days and Firecracker LPs, since my beloved cousin Beth has been so kind to me. I got two of their aforementioned albums over Thanksgiving while at our family cabin in Ruidoso, New Mexico. That break was a blessing, as is this, but fukcin family is funny yet frustrating as fukc because I'm apart of it. Yah'mean? I inherited all of their faults.
Which I recognized, or rather re-cognized, because today I packed everything, planning my return for Montana tomorrow morning, a Thursday, at 7am, and just before I planned on going to sleep my father walks into the room, the house's study with not much more than four walls, two doors, two bookshelves, one dart board, one fish tank, and unaccounted miscellany. My brother Graham, often referred to as Grump or Grum [but not Grammie, don't ask] or GrA-ham or give me some time to think of other pseudonyms...and I were enjoying a game of darts. He was beating my ass, including one game to 301 and two to 101, until finally on the third, more brief game I got him somehow in one turn; in a game, first to 101, I had three darts and hit a triple 20 with the first, a double 20 with the second, and a 1 with the third. Pure luck. Yeah, I recognize I still have a losing record overall.

Anyways, there were many other things that happened today. I woke up at eleven again, quite a late tick I tell ya. We went straight to Sonic, at first planning to go to a Waffle House but thought better of it at the last moment, and got some breakfast there; a croissant sausage sandwich, french toast sticks, french fries and an awfully scringy coffee. Then we went back to the Half-price Bookstore where I purchased Dickens' Hard Times, some book about The Evils of Revolution in the philosophy section, and a short compilation of poems by T.S. Eliot. Then we went to an outlet mall in Cypress, TX, some 'burb just outside Houston's limits, and I got myself some quality, relatively cheap running shoes. Excuse my life in excess for now, I'm living with my parents! No excuses, though. Anyways, then we went to hit a few golf balls at the Top Golf corporate facility. Look it up because it's a great place for gaming, a comparable metropolitan hobby to shooting in the country, good stress relief. Then the rest proceeded...

I'll let my limited audience know that, from here on out, I'm going to cater to them by being more informative by providing oddball pieces of newfound things, such as music, books, movies, other arts, geographies or demographics, blah facts, idioms or proverbs, etc., words, altruism, straight up, and facts that haven't to do with me.

First, for one, for now I suggest to you, since they're playing the background, The Wu-Tang Clan's Enter the 36 Chambers album. I won't go on about it since all y'all niggas gotta listen firsss to go figure, yo.

Then, secondly, I have a word, a;
Word of the day which will become of theme of this blobger, so I feel inclined to share:
Proclivity--from the Oxford English language lexicon stack--def: a tendency to choose or do something regularly; an inclination or predisposition toward a particular thing: