Last night in Omaha we went to a place called the Piano Bar. It has 2 pianos facing each other on a tiny little stage, and these 2 guys play actual songs and then some joke songs for birthdays and bachelorette parties and such. It was a lot of fun. I was one of the few people who wasn't fall-down drunk by the end of the night. Unfortunately, my friend Mike WAS fall-down drunk, and he got the idea in his head that it was fun to sneak up on me and slap me in the face. He slapped me in the face like 5 times. This situation presents a unique dilemma. Mike is a short guy, like 5'3"ish. He's also pretty strong. Even if I thought I could physically subdue him, everybody would yell at me for picking on the little guy. Because of this, I was forced to retaliate in sneaky ways that I am not yet prepared to share in case he checks this.
I got around 6 hours of sleep last night, but for some reason I was exhausted all day at work. I got told by coworkers about 4 times that I looked dead tired. I had intended to come home, blog, do some laundry, and get to bed at a decent time. What I did instead was nap from 9-11:30, and now I'm probably screwed for sleep tonight.
Yesterday I started reading Stranger than Fiction by Chuck Palahniuk. It is a collection of essays and short non-fiction pieces that he wrote while researching his novels. I'm only around 30 pages in, but it has some promise. I've already found a couple of punctuation and spelling errors, which always baffles me. I realize that professional editors probably don't have time to read each book word by word, but they should. Or at least the author should. It embarrasses me to see mistakes in a novel when a few extra hours of work could've solved the problem. I'll report on it later.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Golf, Laptop, Omaha, Dreams, Poker
Matt and I went to the driving range today. I'm pretty bad at golf. I have an awful slice that I just can't figure out how to eliminate. I really need to take golf lessons, but I'm afraid what I already know about how to swing will interfere. That and I'm broke. Despite my badness, it was a beautiful day out, and I actually spent time outside. We ended the bucket of balls with a bet to see if one of us could hit the 100 yard sign. I had a ball rifle right underneath it, but neither of us actually hit it.
My laptop, if not already dead, is about to die. The hard drive has been making a clicking for awhile now, so I knew that it was going to fail, but I tried to turn it on this morning and it said something to the effect of "Your hard drive is fucked." Hopefully it will let me boot one last time so I can get anything off of it that I might need, although all of the important things like my resume are all on my desktop, so it won't be a great loss if it's toast. I need to look up prices for replacement hard drives for it, but even if they're too expensive to make it worth my while, I got a ton of use out of the thing over the year and a half that I had it, and it was only $400 to begin with. Hopefully I can get a hard drive for like $50 though because I really like my laptop, and definitely can't afford a new one.
I'm off to Omaha again tonight. I went up last night and watched the USA v. Argentina soccer game. We played really well for 60 minutes, keeping it knotted at 1-1. Unfortunately, soccer games last 90 minutes, and Argentina scored 3 more goals to end the game at 4-1. USA soccer has come a long way, but we still have a way to go if we want to be a real international contender.
I've had several good dreams lately that I need to write about. I'll do that tomorrow night.
I've been riding a ridiculous heads-up roller coaster since the last post, and am now at $84 dollars. I'm continuing to play really well, but am still getting more than my fair share of draw outs (at least I think). The 2 bad ones today were JJ vs. J9o AIPF. Flop of KKQ, turn Q for a chopped pot. I got the same guy AIPF with A5o vs my AKo. Flop 245, turn 6, river 9 and I was crippled. 3 hands later I got AIPF with KQss vs. AJhh. Flop of Jx 6h 3c, turn 4h and I'm all but dead. River blanked and we were done. The dude thought I was terrible though, and decided to play me in 2 more matches. I cleaned up in both, taking a lead right away and never letting him have it back. He did hit a few more ridiculous cards on me, but they were only to put us near even again. Hopefully things will turn and I will run off like 6 in a row so I can bust into $10 matches.
My laptop, if not already dead, is about to die. The hard drive has been making a clicking for awhile now, so I knew that it was going to fail, but I tried to turn it on this morning and it said something to the effect of "Your hard drive is fucked." Hopefully it will let me boot one last time so I can get anything off of it that I might need, although all of the important things like my resume are all on my desktop, so it won't be a great loss if it's toast. I need to look up prices for replacement hard drives for it, but even if they're too expensive to make it worth my while, I got a ton of use out of the thing over the year and a half that I had it, and it was only $400 to begin with. Hopefully I can get a hard drive for like $50 though because I really like my laptop, and definitely can't afford a new one.
I'm off to Omaha again tonight. I went up last night and watched the USA v. Argentina soccer game. We played really well for 60 minutes, keeping it knotted at 1-1. Unfortunately, soccer games last 90 minutes, and Argentina scored 3 more goals to end the game at 4-1. USA soccer has come a long way, but we still have a way to go if we want to be a real international contender.
I've had several good dreams lately that I need to write about. I'll do that tomorrow night.
I've been riding a ridiculous heads-up roller coaster since the last post, and am now at $84 dollars. I'm continuing to play really well, but am still getting more than my fair share of draw outs (at least I think). The 2 bad ones today were JJ vs. J9o AIPF. Flop of KKQ, turn Q for a chopped pot. I got the same guy AIPF with A5o vs my AKo. Flop 245, turn 6, river 9 and I was crippled. 3 hands later I got AIPF with KQss vs. AJhh. Flop of Jx 6h 3c, turn 4h and I'm all but dead. River blanked and we were done. The dude thought I was terrible though, and decided to play me in 2 more matches. I cleaned up in both, taking a lead right away and never letting him have it back. He did hit a few more ridiculous cards on me, but they were only to put us near even again. Hopefully things will turn and I will run off like 6 in a row so I can bust into $10 matches.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Knocked Up, Omaha, Dream, Poker
So I went to Knocked Up with Ashley last night. Just a note to all guys out there: if you are on a date with a girl and are trying to have sex with her, DO NOT go to this movie. It was a good movie, and it was hilarious, but good lord. I know that director's strive for authenticity, but I've always been totally fine with the fake birth scenes in movies where the baby comes out all clean and such. I've always known it was fake, but I knew the alternative was worse. The birth scene in the movie made me wish that we still lived in the era when the wife would go into the delivery room and the husband would go chill with the other husbands and drink brandy and smoke cigars. I'm going to pass out when my wife gives birth.
I'm going to Omaha tonight to watch a soccer match with some friends up there. It will be fun. I miss soccer. I miss how soccer made me not a fat ass. It's weird how in high school I spent all of my time either playing tennis, playing soccer, or working on crap for debate. Now I don't do any of those things. I should see if Omaha has an old fogey soccer league, because Lincoln only has an indoor league during the winter.
I won back most of my losses yesterday and ended up at $87, down $5-$10. I was as low as $70, but then I played a couple of calling stations and fairly easily won back. One of the stations did have me scared. I had him down to about 7k chips from the starting 10k when I got dealt KK. I raised pot preflop and he reraised me pot. I thought I'd get cute and just call to milk him if he hit the flop. The flop came Jxx rainbow, he led out pot, I moved in, he insta-called with J8o. Turn x river 8 and I'm at 6k chips wondering what the hell happened. Fortunately he doubled me up with my flush vs his top pair a few hands later, and I just milked him down when I had hands for the victory. Hopefully today I can get into the $10 matches before I leave for Omaha.
I'm going to Omaha tonight to watch a soccer match with some friends up there. It will be fun. I miss soccer. I miss how soccer made me not a fat ass. It's weird how in high school I spent all of my time either playing tennis, playing soccer, or working on crap for debate. Now I don't do any of those things. I should see if Omaha has an old fogey soccer league, because Lincoln only has an indoor league during the winter.
I won back most of my losses yesterday and ended up at $87, down $5-$10. I was as low as $70, but then I played a couple of calling stations and fairly easily won back. One of the stations did have me scared. I had him down to about 7k chips from the starting 10k when I got dealt KK. I raised pot preflop and he reraised me pot. I thought I'd get cute and just call to milk him if he hit the flop. The flop came Jxx rainbow, he led out pot, I moved in, he insta-called with J8o. Turn x river 8 and I'm at 6k chips wondering what the hell happened. Fortunately he doubled me up with my flush vs his top pair a few hands later, and I just milked him down when I had hands for the victory. Hopefully today I can get into the $10 matches before I leave for Omaha.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Update, Poker
I really haven't done a whole lot over the past few days. I decided that I'm going to a concert in San Bernadino on August 11th. Rage Against the Machine is touring together again, and I simply have to see them in concert because they are one of my favorite groups of all time. They are playing with Wu-Tang Clan, The Roots, Cypress Hill, and a lot of other rap groups that I can't remember. It should be awesome.
My quest for heads-up greatness is going pretty well. I'm now hovering between $90-$100 from a starting roll of $10. I played $1 heads-up matches until I got to around $30, then I hit $3 games. At $60 I stepped up to $5 matches, which is where I will play until my roll hits $110ish. From there it will be $10 until $250, $20 until $650, $30 until $1100, and then $50 matches for awhile. I'm going to try and stick to a 20 buy-in schedule before I bump limits, but realistically I'll get drunk or greedy one night and blow it all.
I've been playing really well, but I ran terrible yesterday compounded by my own stupidity. I had 3 made flushes yesterday on the turn, got all the money in against a flopped or turned set, and got boated on the river. Then, I got AA cracked in consecutive attempts by T8o and T6o. I put in bad against the T6 when he turned the T to make 2 pair, but I got the T8 to push in bad and he hit the T on the river for 2 pair. Oh well.
I then gave a dude $10 like a retard. A guy posing as another person that I'm familiar with online asked me to loan him $10. If I had used my brain at any point, I would've realized that I was getting swindled, but I only figured it out later. I guess the price of being an idiot is $10.
Today I'm starting out bad as well. I signed up for a match and then our Internet crashed so somebody got a free $5. Now I'm on a 3 match losing streak. I'm guessing it has something to do with all of the booze I drank last night and my less-than-sharp mental status, but sadly, even at around 70% of my potential I'm still better than most people playing this level. Results tomorrow.
My quest for heads-up greatness is going pretty well. I'm now hovering between $90-$100 from a starting roll of $10. I played $1 heads-up matches until I got to around $30, then I hit $3 games. At $60 I stepped up to $5 matches, which is where I will play until my roll hits $110ish. From there it will be $10 until $250, $20 until $650, $30 until $1100, and then $50 matches for awhile. I'm going to try and stick to a 20 buy-in schedule before I bump limits, but realistically I'll get drunk or greedy one night and blow it all.
I've been playing really well, but I ran terrible yesterday compounded by my own stupidity. I had 3 made flushes yesterday on the turn, got all the money in against a flopped or turned set, and got boated on the river. Then, I got AA cracked in consecutive attempts by T8o and T6o. I put in bad against the T6 when he turned the T to make 2 pair, but I got the T8 to push in bad and he hit the T on the river for 2 pair. Oh well.
I then gave a dude $10 like a retard. A guy posing as another person that I'm familiar with online asked me to loan him $10. If I had used my brain at any point, I would've realized that I was getting swindled, but I only figured it out later. I guess the price of being an idiot is $10.
Today I'm starting out bad as well. I signed up for a match and then our Internet crashed so somebody got a free $5. Now I'm on a 3 match losing streak. I'm guessing it has something to do with all of the booze I drank last night and my less-than-sharp mental status, but sadly, even at around 70% of my potential I'm still better than most people playing this level. Results tomorrow.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Charles, Azerbaijan, TV
Charles blogged and commented again. Welcome back!
I had to work today, and at work I met Johnny from Azerbaijan. His real name was (I'm going to butcher the spelling) Jongheera. Johnny came in with his mom Elleta (Ay-yeta), his aunt, and some other unidentified lady. I'm always excited to meet people from other countries, especially "oddball" ones that you don't hear about every day. One thing that struck me though is how they were very proud of their nationality. That's a terrible way to describe what I'm about to say, but I'm tired so deal with it. What I mean is that they were very aware that they were Azerbaijani, even though they have lived here for quite awhile. When I first asked Johnny (the translator, Elleta spoke a very small amount of English) where he was from, he said "the former Soviet Union." After a small conversation, he finally told me Azerbaijan. He had said former Soviet Union because "most Americans don't know Azerbaijan exists." Our conversation was interrupted by business as the women were picking out TVs (that sounded sexist, whatever). One of the main concerns of the women was where the TVs were actually assembled. Just a side note, all TVs are assembled in either Mexico, China, or Taiwan. They were displeased. They wanted a TV assembled in Japan or the US. A lot of people would find that racist, but it didn't bother me. It's not because I think that Mexicans or Chinese or Taiwanese (that's probably not right) are bad workers, but when you have countries with large income disparity you have rich people trying to cut corners to make more money on the backs of the poor workers. Read Upton Sinclair's The Jungle sometime and you'll get the idea. What really struck me about the interaction is that it was the first time that it had happened in awhile. It is not the first time that I've ever been asked where a TV was assembled, but I realized that we are such a consumer culture that we really just don't give a shit. Wherever makes it cheaper, build it there. I think that at least a lot of Americans would be bothered if their TV was built in Iran or North Korea, but we don't even care to ask. Our national pride is undercut by our self-interest (which is quite often the same thing that causes conflict with countries like North Korea, Afghanistan, or Iran; yeah, we did those [I'll elaborate on North Korea in the comments tomorrow]). I'm actually against hardcore hardline nationalism, but I think that a healthy dose would benefit us from time to time.
After that minor anti-capitalist rant, I've really been wrapped up in high def TV lately. My TV has hovered between channels 90 and 115 for over a week now. If you're unfamiliar with high definition channels, here is a quick summary: you have Mojo, which is unbelievably awesome for men, women would probably hate it; you have ESPN and ESPN2; you have 3 channels that have random programming just to show off HD but show quite a few movies; and then you have major networks. Consequently, I've been watching lots of random movies that I would never watch otherwise. I've seen The Guru, which is quite funny and different than really anything that I've seen in a long time. I've seen a movie that I saw a looong time ago that is hilarious called What Planet Are You From? I watched a sad movie in the wee hours of the morning called The Wanderers. It was made in 1979, and it's about the gangs from the late 50s early 60s era. I won't ruin it, but I will just say that it was quite sad.
I'm really just rambling at this point with no conceivable end in sight, so I'll just brick wall it. More tomorrow (later today). (The inner monologue would like to note that it has been overactive lately, and apologizes for all of the parentheticals).
I had to work today, and at work I met Johnny from Azerbaijan. His real name was (I'm going to butcher the spelling) Jongheera. Johnny came in with his mom Elleta (Ay-yeta), his aunt, and some other unidentified lady. I'm always excited to meet people from other countries, especially "oddball" ones that you don't hear about every day. One thing that struck me though is how they were very proud of their nationality. That's a terrible way to describe what I'm about to say, but I'm tired so deal with it. What I mean is that they were very aware that they were Azerbaijani, even though they have lived here for quite awhile. When I first asked Johnny (the translator, Elleta spoke a very small amount of English) where he was from, he said "the former Soviet Union." After a small conversation, he finally told me Azerbaijan. He had said former Soviet Union because "most Americans don't know Azerbaijan exists." Our conversation was interrupted by business as the women were picking out TVs (that sounded sexist, whatever). One of the main concerns of the women was where the TVs were actually assembled. Just a side note, all TVs are assembled in either Mexico, China, or Taiwan. They were displeased. They wanted a TV assembled in Japan or the US. A lot of people would find that racist, but it didn't bother me. It's not because I think that Mexicans or Chinese or Taiwanese (that's probably not right) are bad workers, but when you have countries with large income disparity you have rich people trying to cut corners to make more money on the backs of the poor workers. Read Upton Sinclair's The Jungle sometime and you'll get the idea. What really struck me about the interaction is that it was the first time that it had happened in awhile. It is not the first time that I've ever been asked where a TV was assembled, but I realized that we are such a consumer culture that we really just don't give a shit. Wherever makes it cheaper, build it there. I think that at least a lot of Americans would be bothered if their TV was built in Iran or North Korea, but we don't even care to ask. Our national pride is undercut by our self-interest (which is quite often the same thing that causes conflict with countries like North Korea, Afghanistan, or Iran; yeah, we did those [I'll elaborate on North Korea in the comments tomorrow]). I'm actually against hardcore hardline nationalism, but I think that a healthy dose would benefit us from time to time.
After that minor anti-capitalist rant, I've really been wrapped up in high def TV lately. My TV has hovered between channels 90 and 115 for over a week now. If you're unfamiliar with high definition channels, here is a quick summary: you have Mojo, which is unbelievably awesome for men, women would probably hate it; you have ESPN and ESPN2; you have 3 channels that have random programming just to show off HD but show quite a few movies; and then you have major networks. Consequently, I've been watching lots of random movies that I would never watch otherwise. I've seen The Guru, which is quite funny and different than really anything that I've seen in a long time. I've seen a movie that I saw a looong time ago that is hilarious called What Planet Are You From? I watched a sad movie in the wee hours of the morning called The Wanderers. It was made in 1979, and it's about the gangs from the late 50s early 60s era. I won't ruin it, but I will just say that it was quite sad.
I'm really just rambling at this point with no conceivable end in sight, so I'll just brick wall it. More tomorrow (later today). (The inner monologue would like to note that it has been overactive lately, and apologizes for all of the parentheticals).
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Sleepless in Lincoln
It is 4:31am despite what the time stamp says, and I am wide awake. I have to go to a work meeting in 2.5 hours, so I'd really like to fall asleep, but my brain is a rock tumbler tonight for some reason. Nothing really happened today that should've put me in a contemplative mood, but alas, my brain befuddles me again. Things I've thought about:
1. I've never been a best man in a wedding and am less than even money to be one. The reason that bums me out is that I think I could give a killer toast.
2. I've sort of been a shitty friend to most of my friends lately. I've been high maintenance but haven't given back.
3. I've never been in a fight.
4. I'm jealous of my married friends. Not for being married, but for just being crazy in love with someone.
5. I need a fucking job.
6. There are people who would never kill anybody no matter what (I watched a movie before I tried to fall asleep, I don't normally think about killing).
7. I need to get in shape.
8. I need to go see the dentist.
9. I sort of want to move to Omaha. Like 55% move, 45% stay. I somehow think it would be better for me, but I can't really justify it.
10. I don't understand how I will be reading or watching TV and am unable to keep my eyelids open, but when I turn everything off and lay down it's like I drank No-Doz.
11. I have to pee but the fan makes it deliciously cold and I'm so warm under my comforter.
This didn't help, I'm still not tired. Oh well, I guess I'll catch a nap between the meeting and my actual shift. Today is going to suck because all I'm going to want to do all day is go to bed.
1. I've never been a best man in a wedding and am less than even money to be one. The reason that bums me out is that I think I could give a killer toast.
2. I've sort of been a shitty friend to most of my friends lately. I've been high maintenance but haven't given back.
3. I've never been in a fight.
4. I'm jealous of my married friends. Not for being married, but for just being crazy in love with someone.
5. I need a fucking job.
6. There are people who would never kill anybody no matter what (I watched a movie before I tried to fall asleep, I don't normally think about killing).
7. I need to get in shape.
8. I need to go see the dentist.
9. I sort of want to move to Omaha. Like 55% move, 45% stay. I somehow think it would be better for me, but I can't really justify it.
10. I don't understand how I will be reading or watching TV and am unable to keep my eyelids open, but when I turn everything off and lay down it's like I drank No-Doz.
11. I have to pee but the fan makes it deliciously cold and I'm so warm under my comforter.
This didn't help, I'm still not tired. Oh well, I guess I'll catch a nap between the meeting and my actual shift. Today is going to suck because all I'm going to want to do all day is go to bed.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
OCDs, Dungeon
I have several small OCDs that I've always been aware of but have never really enumerated. They are:
1. I have to clear extra time left on a microwave.
2. Toilet paper and paper towels must roll off the top.
3. Books that I have read must look pristine and unread.
4. I will hit the lock button on my truck keyfob 3-5 times (actual stop and turn around, not just click).
5. I have to sleep with a fan on. If not, I either have an extremely hard time falling asleep or can't fall asleep at all.
6. Things must be oriented towards me, except on my desk (ex: I should be able to read the cover of a book that is sitting in front of me).
There have been others. I used to have to put my left shoe on first or they would feel funny. And I know the reasons behind some of them. For example, my truck-locking one stems from when I had my CD player stolen because I hit the lock button one night and it didn't actually lock (I have sort of ghetto, cheap aftermarket locks). I think the fan one came from Robofan, but I'm not really sure. None of them are anything near what you see on TV talk shows, but the microwave one makes me laugh because even if I do walk by a microwave and leave the extra :12 on it (that's how many my roommate left on, sparking this blog), I will think about it for like 5 minutes anyway, so I've found it's just better to clear it and move on. If any of you have any oddities, please, share them in the comments.
I've been sequestering myself in my dungeon (bedroom) for about 2 days with minimal human or nature interaction. I need to get out and do something. I need to go get a haircut, so that could lead me out, and I've sort of wanted to drive up to Omaha just to hang out with several people that I haven't seen in awhile for several days now, so I should do one of those things tomorrow. I at bare minimum need a haircut. I'm seriously shaggy.
1. I have to clear extra time left on a microwave.
2. Toilet paper and paper towels must roll off the top.
3. Books that I have read must look pristine and unread.
4. I will hit the lock button on my truck keyfob 3-5 times (actual stop and turn around, not just click).
5. I have to sleep with a fan on. If not, I either have an extremely hard time falling asleep or can't fall asleep at all.
6. Things must be oriented towards me, except on my desk (ex: I should be able to read the cover of a book that is sitting in front of me).
There have been others. I used to have to put my left shoe on first or they would feel funny. And I know the reasons behind some of them. For example, my truck-locking one stems from when I had my CD player stolen because I hit the lock button one night and it didn't actually lock (I have sort of ghetto, cheap aftermarket locks). I think the fan one came from Robofan, but I'm not really sure. None of them are anything near what you see on TV talk shows, but the microwave one makes me laugh because even if I do walk by a microwave and leave the extra :12 on it (that's how many my roommate left on, sparking this blog), I will think about it for like 5 minutes anyway, so I've found it's just better to clear it and move on. If any of you have any oddities, please, share them in the comments.
I've been sequestering myself in my dungeon (bedroom) for about 2 days with minimal human or nature interaction. I need to get out and do something. I need to go get a haircut, so that could lead me out, and I've sort of wanted to drive up to Omaha just to hang out with several people that I haven't seen in awhile for several days now, so I should do one of those things tomorrow. I at bare minimum need a haircut. I'm seriously shaggy.
700, Date, Poker Update
I went over 700 visitors sometime between last night and noon. Hooray. Blog readership has dropped significantly as you are no longer required by Dumanis to stop by, although I appreciate the 2-3 of you who check regularly. I dropped Megan from the link list, and Charles, Jessica, and my friend David are on the chopping block. My general rule is 1 month with no post and adios. I need to replace them though, as I still have an immense amount of free time due to my joblessness, so Google blog search here I come.
My date got cancelled. I really wasn't all that let down. Just the idea that somebody was interested enough to ask was apparently enough for awhile. I don't know, I stopped trying to understand myself a long time ago.
I haven't been to the casino since the last time I wrote about it on here, which was probably 2 weeks ago or more. I've been playing a lot of small limit heads-up tourneys online and am slightly ahead. I'm playing very inconsistently. One match I'm super aggro, the next I'm weak-tight, the next I'm a station. I'm guessing that this might be the cause of my losses at 1/2. I'll keep poking around at the small-ball until I regain some semblance of my old self again. On a positive note, Matt has started winning again. Not to curse it, but he's booked around +$400 between his last 2 trips. I'm glad that somebody in this house can actually win at the casino.
My date got cancelled. I really wasn't all that let down. Just the idea that somebody was interested enough to ask was apparently enough for awhile. I don't know, I stopped trying to understand myself a long time ago.
I haven't been to the casino since the last time I wrote about it on here, which was probably 2 weeks ago or more. I've been playing a lot of small limit heads-up tourneys online and am slightly ahead. I'm playing very inconsistently. One match I'm super aggro, the next I'm weak-tight, the next I'm a station. I'm guessing that this might be the cause of my losses at 1/2. I'll keep poking around at the small-ball until I regain some semblance of my old self again. On a positive note, Matt has started winning again. Not to curse it, but he's booked around +$400 between his last 2 trips. I'm glad that somebody in this house can actually win at the casino.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
A Bit of Everything...
This is going to be a novel, a lot has happened over the past few days and I haven't had the ability to blog about it, so here goes...
Novel is a good segue for this paragraph, because I was actually inspired to write yesterday for the first time since school has been out. What inspired me was the men who stand on the corner by the entrance to the Grand with the gigantic wooden cross and yell about how great God is and how we are all sinners and are going to die unless [insert whatever they're preaching about]. What inspired me was the thought I had of what could possibly have happened in their life to get them to that point, and my mind began to wonder. I have a really nasty habit of thinking that everybody who is that fanatical has some sort of nasty skeleton in their closet or emotional defect caused by something horrible in their life. It is very closed-minded of me, but I have met very few (read none) intelligent people who are so fanatical about religion that they would do something like that. I have met intelligent religious people, but never on a street corner shouting at passersby.
I saw Ocean's Thirteen. It is good. It is a lot like the first one. Go see it.
My mom got in a fight on Saturday. A fist fight. With a dude. The guy said something very rude and unwarranted to my sister in a grocery store and my mom told him to "Kiss her ass." He asked her what she said and she told him again. He then walked up to her and started to raise his hands as if to push her but she punched him in the face before he could. She almost knocked him over, and he turned back around as if to come after her again but people were watching and my mom told him that she would hit him with her right hand next time and so he literally ran off. My dad told me this story as I was not there, and he was farther down the aisle. He thought it was hilarious. I love my mom.
A girl that I have known since my freshman year called me up and asked me out on a date on Friday night. I haven't talked to her in probably 3 months, and before that it was probably a good year or so without communication, so needless to say I was pleasantly surprised. She lives in Omaha now and will be in town Tuesday and Wednesday, so she thought that we should go out. I sort of needed this as things in my love life have been ranging from bad to very bad. I hope she doesn't read this.
I had a phone interview with Gallup on Tuesday, and Friday I got an e-mail saying thanks but no thanks, so I'm still jobless. I'm probably going to move to Omaha as there are several jobs there that I am quite interested in applying for, but I'm waiting to actually get one before I move. One of them is in a casino. That would be bad for me.
Speaking of casinos, I won't be going as much, primarily because I'm nearly out of gambling funds. For all of you who think that I'm a horrible, addicted gambler, you're right, but I do keep separate funds strictly for gambling, so at least I'm not the type of person who gambles away the baby's formula money or anything like that, but I could've put the $700 or so that I'm down over the last month and a half to better use. Of course, had things gone better, I would be putting like $2500 to better use. Two sides to every coin I guess.
I'm super-motivated to not suck at life anymore. Today I put that energy into tearing apart my motorcycle. I took off the exhaust, all of the foot pegs, the gas tank, spark plug wires, half of the hand-controls, and part of the front-fender assembly. This may not seem like a lot and I have quite a bit to go, but keep in mind that I have no real clue as to what I'm doing, so each part removed is a small victory. The significance of this is that I have a problem finishing things. The fact that I ever touched the motorcycle again would've cost bookies money if they would've taken bets on it. I've also been doing some light weight-lifting lately. I want to do more, but I don't want to join a gym because I could be moving at any time, so I have to settle. Tonight I think I'll start cleaning my room. It will be a two day job.
I am now the only employed person in my house. James quit his job. He doesn't have another one lined up, he just didn't like his. Matt has never had a job that wasn't owned by a family member. I am the bread-winner. I work 3 days a week.
None of you have joined Shelfari yet, and you should, dammit! You are reading junkies! Do it and be my friend on there. My user name is bretlonder.
I have a few more things to say, but I'm tired of reading, and this post is already ridiculously long. More tomorrow.
Novel is a good segue for this paragraph, because I was actually inspired to write yesterday for the first time since school has been out. What inspired me was the men who stand on the corner by the entrance to the Grand with the gigantic wooden cross and yell about how great God is and how we are all sinners and are going to die unless [insert whatever they're preaching about]. What inspired me was the thought I had of what could possibly have happened in their life to get them to that point, and my mind began to wonder. I have a really nasty habit of thinking that everybody who is that fanatical has some sort of nasty skeleton in their closet or emotional defect caused by something horrible in their life. It is very closed-minded of me, but I have met very few (read none) intelligent people who are so fanatical about religion that they would do something like that. I have met intelligent religious people, but never on a street corner shouting at passersby.
I saw Ocean's Thirteen. It is good. It is a lot like the first one. Go see it.
My mom got in a fight on Saturday. A fist fight. With a dude. The guy said something very rude and unwarranted to my sister in a grocery store and my mom told him to "Kiss her ass." He asked her what she said and she told him again. He then walked up to her and started to raise his hands as if to push her but she punched him in the face before he could. She almost knocked him over, and he turned back around as if to come after her again but people were watching and my mom told him that she would hit him with her right hand next time and so he literally ran off. My dad told me this story as I was not there, and he was farther down the aisle. He thought it was hilarious. I love my mom.
A girl that I have known since my freshman year called me up and asked me out on a date on Friday night. I haven't talked to her in probably 3 months, and before that it was probably a good year or so without communication, so needless to say I was pleasantly surprised. She lives in Omaha now and will be in town Tuesday and Wednesday, so she thought that we should go out. I sort of needed this as things in my love life have been ranging from bad to very bad. I hope she doesn't read this.
I had a phone interview with Gallup on Tuesday, and Friday I got an e-mail saying thanks but no thanks, so I'm still jobless. I'm probably going to move to Omaha as there are several jobs there that I am quite interested in applying for, but I'm waiting to actually get one before I move. One of them is in a casino. That would be bad for me.
Speaking of casinos, I won't be going as much, primarily because I'm nearly out of gambling funds. For all of you who think that I'm a horrible, addicted gambler, you're right, but I do keep separate funds strictly for gambling, so at least I'm not the type of person who gambles away the baby's formula money or anything like that, but I could've put the $700 or so that I'm down over the last month and a half to better use. Of course, had things gone better, I would be putting like $2500 to better use. Two sides to every coin I guess.
I'm super-motivated to not suck at life anymore. Today I put that energy into tearing apart my motorcycle. I took off the exhaust, all of the foot pegs, the gas tank, spark plug wires, half of the hand-controls, and part of the front-fender assembly. This may not seem like a lot and I have quite a bit to go, but keep in mind that I have no real clue as to what I'm doing, so each part removed is a small victory. The significance of this is that I have a problem finishing things. The fact that I ever touched the motorcycle again would've cost bookies money if they would've taken bets on it. I've also been doing some light weight-lifting lately. I want to do more, but I don't want to join a gym because I could be moving at any time, so I have to settle. Tonight I think I'll start cleaning my room. It will be a two day job.
I am now the only employed person in my house. James quit his job. He doesn't have another one lined up, he just didn't like his. Matt has never had a job that wasn't owned by a family member. I am the bread-winner. I work 3 days a week.
None of you have joined Shelfari yet, and you should, dammit! You are reading junkies! Do it and be my friend on there. My user name is bretlonder.
I have a few more things to say, but I'm tired of reading, and this post is already ridiculously long. More tomorrow.
Update
After 3 days of intense frustration our Internet appears to be working. It is likely that this won't last until I get home from work, but here's hoping. Some a-hole was mooching off of our wireless and probably doing something illegal that will get me arrested or just downloading tons of porno, but he is now banished. I still can't get on Facebook, so if you've sent me a message on their don't expect a reply soon. I'll hopefully update when I get back from work around 8ish if the Internet is still working as a couple of noteworthy things have happened in the past few days since my last post. Please God of the Internets, let my connection stay alive!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Booze, Gallup, Visitors, Internet, Poker
I had an interesting night last night. Matt and I went to the Roadhouse which is by the state pen, and I effectively got drunk and dealt with several lingering life issues. I phoned a female that I'm somewhat involved with and told her that she needs to stop being an idiot and be with me or cut me loose (I'm biased toward myself). I also confronted a guy (in a very adult manner, I was proud of myself) that has been a dick to my ex-girlfriend lately. I told Matt why I think his life is stalled and how he can go about fixing it, and I just generally aired all of the dirty laundry that I let pile up in my head for too long. The fun thing is that despite all of the heavy emotional things that I dealt with last night, I actually had a lot of fun. There is something liberating about bearing all that really can't be topped. The bad part is that alcohol is typically required, and thus, I feel like garbage today. Small price.
I had a phone interview with Gallup on Tuesday morning which went well, but I'm not certain I'm going to get a call back. I'm not really superstitious, but I do believe in omens, and I got fairly sick right after I finished the interview which makes me think that I'm going to get an e-mail Friday that says "We appreciated talking with you but..." Hopefully I get it but it's not the end of the world if I don't.
My visitors to the site are increasingly international. I've now had visitors from an unidentified location in Africa (some island south of Cote d'Ivoire), Spain, England, Taiwan, Germany, Croatia, Mexico, China, India, France, Japan, Russia, and probably a dozen different states. Most of them just stop by for a few seconds because I popped up in their Google blog search, but I'm still happy to have had them click on my little corner of the Internet. I'm also excited because somebody who works for Shelfari actually read and commented on my blog, simultaneously impressing me with their commitment to their product and becoming my first random commenter.
My Internet connection at home has been atrocious lately. At first I thought it was my wireless, but I actually plugged my computer in and it is still awful. I tried to check my e-mail for 2 hours this morning and it kept timing out. When you see Time Warner's commercials about their super-speedy Internet and friendly customer service, just remember dear old Bret and how he was told "Sorry, we could fix it but it would be expensive so we're not going to" when he recently called about the poor connection.
I'm pretty much just terrible at poker now. Matt and I went on Monday night, and I had another 3.5 hour, -$200 session. Things started out wonderfully. I flopped a straight with 97o on a Td 8 d 6x flop on probably my 8th hand and led out getting one caller. The turn peeled off a 2c and I bet the pot again. The guy moved in over top of me for another $50 and I insta-called. He flipped over 86, the river bricked, and I was sitting pretty at around $375. I built it up to a shade over $400 just picking off pots (my table was incredibly easy to read) when a sickening hand came up. I was in the BB with QQ. A dealer named Boston Mike had limped in early position, a weak-tight player on the button raised it to $7, a station in the SB called, and I popped it to $27. All 3 of them called, and we took an 8c 7s 3c flop. I was actually pretty worried that somebody flopped a set here, but a quick read told me that Mike didn't and the weak-tight player didn't. The only concern was the station. I eyed him as he painfully played with his chips. It wasn't the forced pain of a flopped monster, he legitimately didn't like his hand, telling me that he didn't have a set. I was running through hands as he was deciding what to do, and my thoughts were thus: he didn't have AA, KK, or QQ because he would've reraised preflop. He also would've raised the $7 bet with JJ, TT, AKcc or AQcc, and he definitely doesn't have 88, 77, or 33 because he's not good enough to lead out with these hands. He's also not leading out any underpair like 66 or worse, so I put him on exactly 99. I briefly thought about 87, 83, or 73, but I just can't put him on one of these hands for the extra $20. As I'm thinking through all of this, he chunks out a $100 bet, leaving himself around $90 behind. I think for another fifteen seconds or so, reconfirm my thought of 99, and move in over top of him. Mike complains, thinks, and then calls all-in for around $150ish, and then the kid calls. I triumphantly flip over QQ, only to have my balls crushed when the kid flips over 87o. Mike had correctly deduced that his 52cc was a live draw and not up against a set, but I was just blindsided by the 87o. I can't blame the kid for calling really, because when Mike and the weak-tight player called, he's getting a shade over 4:1 on his money. I probably pitch the hand because it is unsuited, but I can't really get mad, but it sucks that I made the right read but still didn't put him on a better hand than mine. Matt was at the table and was pretty pissed that I called because he thought the kid flopped a set. He was also shocked to see the 87, but still contends that he would've pitched. Hindsight is 20/20. Now back at even, I steam a bit and try to outplay people every hand. I chunked off $100 with 62o on the button on a KKQ rainbow flop. I knew another weak-tight, inexperienced player at the table had flopped a Q, but he staunchly refused to fold after 3 pot-sized shells and scooped the big pot. I settled back down and tried to tighten up, but kept getting dealt playable hands that missed flops, and found myself at $53 when Mike asked if anybody wanted to put in blind with him. I set in the $53 UTG, Mike called, and 87o kid put Mike all in for another $60ish. The kid had JJ, Mike had T4o, and I had 75o. The final board was xTx45, which shipped Mike the decent sized pot and actually put a smile on my face because I wanted to see the a-hole kid go broke. He of course didn't and got up to cash out about 3 hands later which was a fantastic decision because he would have gone broke. I don't know what is wrong with my game, but something is broken that I can't identify, so for the foreseeable future I'm going to try to build my online bankroll by exclusively playing heads-up SnGs. I'm getting pretty disgustingly good at them, and hope to get my roll to around $300 by months end. At that time, I'll ship $100 over to Full Tilt and see how I can do at heads-up NLHE cash games.
I had a phone interview with Gallup on Tuesday morning which went well, but I'm not certain I'm going to get a call back. I'm not really superstitious, but I do believe in omens, and I got fairly sick right after I finished the interview which makes me think that I'm going to get an e-mail Friday that says "We appreciated talking with you but..." Hopefully I get it but it's not the end of the world if I don't.
My visitors to the site are increasingly international. I've now had visitors from an unidentified location in Africa (some island south of Cote d'Ivoire), Spain, England, Taiwan, Germany, Croatia, Mexico, China, India, France, Japan, Russia, and probably a dozen different states. Most of them just stop by for a few seconds because I popped up in their Google blog search, but I'm still happy to have had them click on my little corner of the Internet. I'm also excited because somebody who works for Shelfari actually read and commented on my blog, simultaneously impressing me with their commitment to their product and becoming my first random commenter.
My Internet connection at home has been atrocious lately. At first I thought it was my wireless, but I actually plugged my computer in and it is still awful. I tried to check my e-mail for 2 hours this morning and it kept timing out. When you see Time Warner's commercials about their super-speedy Internet and friendly customer service, just remember dear old Bret and how he was told "Sorry, we could fix it but it would be expensive so we're not going to" when he recently called about the poor connection.
I'm pretty much just terrible at poker now. Matt and I went on Monday night, and I had another 3.5 hour, -$200 session. Things started out wonderfully. I flopped a straight with 97o on a Td 8 d 6x flop on probably my 8th hand and led out getting one caller. The turn peeled off a 2c and I bet the pot again. The guy moved in over top of me for another $50 and I insta-called. He flipped over 86, the river bricked, and I was sitting pretty at around $375. I built it up to a shade over $400 just picking off pots (my table was incredibly easy to read) when a sickening hand came up. I was in the BB with QQ. A dealer named Boston Mike had limped in early position, a weak-tight player on the button raised it to $7, a station in the SB called, and I popped it to $27. All 3 of them called, and we took an 8c 7s 3c flop. I was actually pretty worried that somebody flopped a set here, but a quick read told me that Mike didn't and the weak-tight player didn't. The only concern was the station. I eyed him as he painfully played with his chips. It wasn't the forced pain of a flopped monster, he legitimately didn't like his hand, telling me that he didn't have a set. I was running through hands as he was deciding what to do, and my thoughts were thus: he didn't have AA, KK, or QQ because he would've reraised preflop. He also would've raised the $7 bet with JJ, TT, AKcc or AQcc, and he definitely doesn't have 88, 77, or 33 because he's not good enough to lead out with these hands. He's also not leading out any underpair like 66 or worse, so I put him on exactly 99. I briefly thought about 87, 83, or 73, but I just can't put him on one of these hands for the extra $20. As I'm thinking through all of this, he chunks out a $100 bet, leaving himself around $90 behind. I think for another fifteen seconds or so, reconfirm my thought of 99, and move in over top of him. Mike complains, thinks, and then calls all-in for around $150ish, and then the kid calls. I triumphantly flip over QQ, only to have my balls crushed when the kid flips over 87o. Mike had correctly deduced that his 52cc was a live draw and not up against a set, but I was just blindsided by the 87o. I can't blame the kid for calling really, because when Mike and the weak-tight player called, he's getting a shade over 4:1 on his money. I probably pitch the hand because it is unsuited, but I can't really get mad, but it sucks that I made the right read but still didn't put him on a better hand than mine. Matt was at the table and was pretty pissed that I called because he thought the kid flopped a set. He was also shocked to see the 87, but still contends that he would've pitched. Hindsight is 20/20. Now back at even, I steam a bit and try to outplay people every hand. I chunked off $100 with 62o on the button on a KKQ rainbow flop. I knew another weak-tight, inexperienced player at the table had flopped a Q, but he staunchly refused to fold after 3 pot-sized shells and scooped the big pot. I settled back down and tried to tighten up, but kept getting dealt playable hands that missed flops, and found myself at $53 when Mike asked if anybody wanted to put in blind with him. I set in the $53 UTG, Mike called, and 87o kid put Mike all in for another $60ish. The kid had JJ, Mike had T4o, and I had 75o. The final board was xTx45, which shipped Mike the decent sized pot and actually put a smile on my face because I wanted to see the a-hole kid go broke. He of course didn't and got up to cash out about 3 hands later which was a fantastic decision because he would have gone broke. I don't know what is wrong with my game, but something is broken that I can't identify, so for the foreseeable future I'm going to try to build my online bankroll by exclusively playing heads-up SnGs. I'm getting pretty disgustingly good at them, and hope to get my roll to around $300 by months end. At that time, I'll ship $100 over to Full Tilt and see how I can do at heads-up NLHE cash games.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Websites, Sick, Work, Poker
Quiller sent me a website on Facebook today that is pretty cool. The site is called Shelfari, and it is a place where you can list the books that you've read and read others' comments on them. It's also a neat place to see what other people think about the books that you want to read. If nothing else, it is a neat way to catalog the books that you've read and waste some time. I've also been listening to Pandora quite a bit, which is an awesome site to discover new music. You put in the name of a song or band that you like, and the site finds similar stuff. It's cool, check it out.
I'm starting to get a sore throat, and it better go away immediately. I hate being sick, HATE it. Nobody likes being sick, but I hate it because I'm such a baby when I'm sick. Even if I have a cold, I feel like I'm going to die and that everybody should wait on me hand and foot because I'm about to die. I've tried to suck it up, but I'm wired to be a big wuss when it comes to being sick. Go away sore throat!
My sickness is probably related to the fact that I worked 16 hours in 2 days. This is not a lot, but I haven't worked more than 8 hours in a week for like 2-3 months, so it pretty much killed me. If I get the job with Gallup that I interview for on Tuesday, it's going to be a shock.
I haven't played poker in way too long. I know I've said this like 8 times, but I'm definitely going tomorrow no matter what.
I'm starting to get a sore throat, and it better go away immediately. I hate being sick, HATE it. Nobody likes being sick, but I hate it because I'm such a baby when I'm sick. Even if I have a cold, I feel like I'm going to die and that everybody should wait on me hand and foot because I'm about to die. I've tried to suck it up, but I'm wired to be a big wuss when it comes to being sick. Go away sore throat!
My sickness is probably related to the fact that I worked 16 hours in 2 days. This is not a lot, but I haven't worked more than 8 hours in a week for like 2-3 months, so it pretty much killed me. If I get the job with Gallup that I interview for on Tuesday, it's going to be a shock.
I haven't played poker in way too long. I know I've said this like 8 times, but I'm definitely going tomorrow no matter what.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Bad Casino Day Again
4.5 hours, -$200. I played really, really well, but just couldn't get anything to work out. 5 separate times I raised preflop, flopped top pair and bet it, and the board paired bottom or middle pair on the turn to give somebody 3 of a kind. I got away from all of them, but not before shelling out around $60 each time. I never got above +$80 the entire time. I would win a few pots and then lose one of the aforementioned pots. A couple of times I dwindled down to around $60ish and then would get somebody to put me in on their draw and they would miss. The first time I felted went like this: My table was very tight, so I was opening a lot more pots in position with any two cards. I was in the steal position with T2 suited and I raised to $10. A kid who I had pegged as fairly decent called on the button, and the SB (a guy in his 60's who kept trying to outplay me to no avail) called, and we took a T84 rainbow flop. SB bets $15, I raise to $45, button calls cold and SB folds. The kid on the button wreaked of weakness, so I put him on JT or T9, and possibly even a draw like J9. I was positive he was not slow-playing two pair or a set. The turn peeled an 8 of clubs, putting 2 clubs on the board. I again led out $50 and he painfully thought and called. At this point, I know he has a weak T. The turn peels a 7c, making both the possible straight and a flush. I move in for another $50ish, and he goes into the tank. I expose my T thinking that he will have to fold, but he continues to ponder and calls with T9o to take the pot. He later explained that my showing the T somehow helped him, although the ensuing conversation (and his play) revealed that he was just a station that refused to lay down top pair. He said that he put me on either J9 for the straight draw (which hit and should've been an insta-fold) or a total bluff, which is odd seeing as I had only showed down top pair or better to this point. In hindsight, I shouldn't have shown him my T so that he would've had more to think about, but I still think it is a fairly decent move that would have worked better against a better player. By showing him, he knows he can only beat T7, T6, T5, T4, T3, and T2, none of which he could've put me on because of the raise preflop (because I had only shown down good hands). Oh well, expensive information.
I rebought and again wavered between $60 and $180. I had a scary double when I pushed into the old guy station on my right with KK on a flop of QJJJ. He insta-called and I thought that I was drawing stone dead, but he flipped over AT for the 4 outer, which fortunately missed. I blinded down to around $150 when a big pot came up. I had A8cc in the steal position, with only the old station limping in front. I raised to $10, a tight older lady in the SB called, and the old station called. Shocker. The flop came Kc Kx Tc. The older lady checked telling me that she didn't have a K, the station bet $15 telling me that he didn't have a K, so I just called, and the SB called. The turn was an offsuit 8, SB checked, station bet $15, I called, SB called. The river peeled an offsuit Q, SB thought and checked, station checked, and I bet $40. SB pondered and folded and the station beat me in the pot with T4dd, taking it down. In hindsight I should have raised either the flop or the turn, but again, he would have called. I knew this, so it was really sort of a dumb play, but I still don't think it was all that bad.
I feel really arrogant calling these people bad players and critiquing their play, but the reality is that they didn't have a read on me or anything like that, they're just stations. The rest of their play indicated this, as the young station on my left never folded top pair no matter what (including a top pair bad kicker with a 4 flush on the board), and the old station on my right insta-called my bet on the flop and my all-in on the turn with AT high on the QJJJ board. There are a few people who play the $1/$2 NLHE game up there that are pretty good and can actually read people, but these aren't those people. Oh well, I'll be at it again today.
On a side note, I still have yet to be dealt AA in a live cash game in 50 consecutive hours. I almost fell out of my chair when I got the KK because that is only the 3rd time I've had that in the same 50 hour period (one of those times I was against AA and lost a $1000 pot on a 522 flop). I am at least minimally satisfied that with a horrific run of cards I am only down $350 in two months, however, my bankroll is starting to look anemic, and both of us would really appreciate a nice 3 hour heater for around +$700 to put the books back in black. When I find Lady Luck, I'm going to tie her up in my basement.
I rebought and again wavered between $60 and $180. I had a scary double when I pushed into the old guy station on my right with KK on a flop of QJJJ. He insta-called and I thought that I was drawing stone dead, but he flipped over AT for the 4 outer, which fortunately missed. I blinded down to around $150 when a big pot came up. I had A8cc in the steal position, with only the old station limping in front. I raised to $10, a tight older lady in the SB called, and the old station called. Shocker. The flop came Kc Kx Tc. The older lady checked telling me that she didn't have a K, the station bet $15 telling me that he didn't have a K, so I just called, and the SB called. The turn was an offsuit 8, SB checked, station bet $15, I called, SB called. The river peeled an offsuit Q, SB thought and checked, station checked, and I bet $40. SB pondered and folded and the station beat me in the pot with T4dd, taking it down. In hindsight I should have raised either the flop or the turn, but again, he would have called. I knew this, so it was really sort of a dumb play, but I still don't think it was all that bad.
I feel really arrogant calling these people bad players and critiquing their play, but the reality is that they didn't have a read on me or anything like that, they're just stations. The rest of their play indicated this, as the young station on my left never folded top pair no matter what (including a top pair bad kicker with a 4 flush on the board), and the old station on my right insta-called my bet on the flop and my all-in on the turn with AT high on the QJJJ board. There are a few people who play the $1/$2 NLHE game up there that are pretty good and can actually read people, but these aren't those people. Oh well, I'll be at it again today.
On a side note, I still have yet to be dealt AA in a live cash game in 50 consecutive hours. I almost fell out of my chair when I got the KK because that is only the 3rd time I've had that in the same 50 hour period (one of those times I was against AA and lost a $1000 pot on a 522 flop). I am at least minimally satisfied that with a horrific run of cards I am only down $350 in two months, however, my bankroll is starting to look anemic, and both of us would really appreciate a nice 3 hour heater for around +$700 to put the books back in black. When I find Lady Luck, I'm going to tie her up in my basement.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Sleep, Super Taco, Agenda
My sleep pattern has been very messed up lately, so I decided to fix it last night with a prescription strength sleeping pill. I popped it at 11pm, fell asleep around 11:30, and woke up at 10am this morning. I hate taking them because it is 1:16pm and I still feel like I could go crawl back into bed and crash for another 11 hours. However, I can see how people would get addicted to them because I have the most vivid, amazing dreams while I'm on them. I do not remember the dream that I had last night because I didn't make an effort to remember it this morning, but I remember that it was interesting and enjoyable.
After I had woken up and done my daily exercises (baby steps, baby steps), I headed to Burger King to grab lunch. On the way I saw Super Taco, a little Mexican restaurant near the corner of 56th and Holdrege. I had never tried it, so I decided to do so today. I am so glad that I did. Back in like 2002, I spent a summer in central Mexico through an exchange program that Wesleyan has. On the weekends in Queretaro, we would go to the town center and drink in the bars that they had there. Also in the town center was this little taco stand in the corner of one of the buildings, and it stayed open after the bars. They served these delicious little pork tacos with hot sauce that I instantly fell in love with, but could never find again once back in the US. Super Taco has my pork tacos! I really shouldn't be this excited about food, but I am. They have scores of other authentic Mexican food that I can't wait to try (and by scores, I mean that there are like ten things on their menu, but I eat the same thing every time anyway so who cares?). Thus ends my plug for a local business.
I'm at the library right now, and in a bit I will leave to test drive a car. After that, casino, since I didn't go yesterday. When I get home tonight, I need to apply for a job I found online. Again, I'm not sure how I will fit this all in.
After I had woken up and done my daily exercises (baby steps, baby steps), I headed to Burger King to grab lunch. On the way I saw Super Taco, a little Mexican restaurant near the corner of 56th and Holdrege. I had never tried it, so I decided to do so today. I am so glad that I did. Back in like 2002, I spent a summer in central Mexico through an exchange program that Wesleyan has. On the weekends in Queretaro, we would go to the town center and drink in the bars that they had there. Also in the town center was this little taco stand in the corner of one of the buildings, and it stayed open after the bars. They served these delicious little pork tacos with hot sauce that I instantly fell in love with, but could never find again once back in the US. Super Taco has my pork tacos! I really shouldn't be this excited about food, but I am. They have scores of other authentic Mexican food that I can't wait to try (and by scores, I mean that there are like ten things on their menu, but I eat the same thing every time anyway so who cares?). Thus ends my plug for a local business.
I'm at the library right now, and in a bit I will leave to test drive a car. After that, casino, since I didn't go yesterday. When I get home tonight, I need to apply for a job I found online. Again, I'm not sure how I will fit this all in.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Blogs, Sleep, Agenda
I think it's about time to start cleaning up my blog link list. There are a couple of blogs which I think will not see new posts any time soon, so they will get chopped. Just a heads up to those of you who won't be able to live if I remove your blog link.
In other news, my sleep schedule is totally boned. I stay up until 5-7am now, and sleep until 2-4pm every day. I really need to stop this because when I actually find a job, I'm guessing their hours of operation won't match this schedule.
On today's agenda is: go to library for a minimum of 2 hours, go to YMCA, go to casino. My life is rough.
In other news, my sleep schedule is totally boned. I stay up until 5-7am now, and sleep until 2-4pm every day. I really need to stop this because when I actually find a job, I'm guessing their hours of operation won't match this schedule.
On today's agenda is: go to library for a minimum of 2 hours, go to YMCA, go to casino. My life is rough.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Horse Track, Casino, Exercise
I went to State Fair Park with my roommate on both Saturday and Sunday, and I had an absolute blast. What a good way to pass an afternoon. I highly recommend that you try it. It's cheap, everybody gets excited, there's decent food, everything. When the horses are running, everybody in the stands is yelling for their horse, and all of the horses are fairly evenly matched, so most of the races are close. I'm going to be doing this more over the summer.
I haven't been to the casino for a long time, and I really want to go. I'm less certain that I'm going to play in the big game that I was planning on playing in. That's the sort of self-destructive behavior that I'm constantly working on eliminating from my life, but is always going to pop up. I'll likely go in the next day or two.
I've started lifting a tiny bit with some dumbbells that we have at home, and I'm quite motivated to start really exercising again. I need to go sign up at the YMCA. I know there is science involved that explains why exercising makes you feel better, but I think the psychology of simply accomplishing and sticking with something that betters yourself is what benefits me the most.
I haven't been to the casino for a long time, and I really want to go. I'm less certain that I'm going to play in the big game that I was planning on playing in. That's the sort of self-destructive behavior that I'm constantly working on eliminating from my life, but is always going to pop up. I'll likely go in the next day or two.
I've started lifting a tiny bit with some dumbbells that we have at home, and I'm quite motivated to start really exercising again. I need to go sign up at the YMCA. I know there is science involved that explains why exercising makes you feel better, but I think the psychology of simply accomplishing and sticking with something that betters yourself is what benefits me the most.
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