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Fuck it right in the ass.

Leaving Las Lincoln, Omaha, Poker Resumes Tomorrow

This is going to be shorter than I intended, but I actually accomplished a lot today and I have an interview in nine hours.

I'm glad I moved. I needed to move. I know that now because hindsight is 20/20. I really was in a funk for my final week or two in Lincoln because I wasn't sure about leaving. Nobody could have figured it out because I'm pretty good at cramming things down deep and putting on a smile, but I was torturing myself day in and day out. I don't know if I posted it on the blog, but there was a bout of insomnia that I had because of this. I would be exhausted, eyelids dropping like the final curtain at a play, and then the thought of moving would cymbal-crash its way into my head and I couldn't sleep. I think the earliest I went to bed was 6am during this period. I needed to move to grow up. I like most of who I am, but some things need to change. I'm 25. Time to stop living off of mommy and daddy and screwing around. I will still have plenty of fun and I'm sure I'll find ways to get myself into ridiculous predicaments because I can't seem to avoid them, but I was turning into the guy that I always made fun of. The 30 year old who still works some menial hourly job, boasting about his exploits and adventures while hanging out with 19 year olds. Scared. Afraid of diving into the world because there might be a shallow bottom. I realized this one night while we were drinking (shocker). Jeff said that I should move up to Omaha with him and the camera pulled back like I was in Men In Black. I needed to start over, and the first step was the symbolic gesture of actually moving and starting anew. I could've changed my ways in Lincoln, but it wouldn't have pushed me out of my comfort zone and I really needed somebody to tip my cage over. Water mixing with the food, shit falling off of my newspaper, the whole shebang. So here I am. I haven't closed the book on Lincoln yet; I really love that city. If I ever get ridiculously rich and famous, I'm going to show all of my rich and famous friends Lincoln. It will become the new haven because it really does have a lot to offer. Even if I don't become a tabloid superhero, I know that Lincoln is on down the road somewhere for me. I don't know when, but I get the same feeling that I do when I roll off of I-80 into Kearney. Hell, I was born in Lincoln. It's just as much home to me as Kearney. Even though both of those chapters are finished, a quick glance at the index will tell you that there is more to come. So I won't say goodbye to Lincoln, I'll say until next time.

My apartment smells like delicious. Not inside my apartment, although somebody did put up a Glade Plug-In in the hallway which gives off a pleasing odor, but outside, in the parking lot, it smells delicious. I haven't been able to pin down the smell, but it is some sort of baked good I think. It's fucking awesome. I'm starting to feel at home, although I really don't have any idea where I'm going when I leave my apartment. I have a rudimentary grasp on the cardinal directions, but I don't KNOW where I'm going, I just happen to get there. I know I need to go north and east, so I go north until I see something I know, and then I go east. I don't know that I'm going to take L to 680 to get up to Pacific, I'm just like a stumbling drunk who keeps taking the correct turns and somehow wakes up at home. Although tonight I started to feel connected to the city. I drove to the building that I have an interview in tomorrow so that I knew where it was. As I was driving with the windows down and listening to Someone (Thrillseekers Mix) by Ascension, I felt like I belonged. If you read Paul McGuire's blog, he just talked about this (August 28th post), which is sort of weird. I felt like I belonged right where I was at that very time. I sort of got this feeling my second night here. D'vo and I met up at Farrell's on 10th and Dodge to say goodbye to our friend Jake before he headed back to DC. It was about 5pm when we left Farrell's, and D'vo asked if I wanted to hang out at his place a few blocks away for a bit and then get dinner. We ate at the Upstream Brewing Company and had a few more beers. After that, we headed to a little place on the corner by his building and had a few drinks and a bottle of wine. We capped off the night by heading up to the rooftop deck and having a cigarette. It was really cool just bumming around downtown. It is the sort of thing that I hope to make a habit of. I've also made a habit of working out here. By habit, I mean I've gone two days in a row. I'm very sore. I'm going again tomorrow. I've come up with a little two day lifting routine, I'll do some sort of cardiovascular exercise five days, and I get weekends off. The new me will not be a fatass. I'm eating better, but it is really only a result of me being totally poor right now. Rice is only $1.89 a box for the good stuff, and you can get two meals out of it. Throw in a piece of chicken (three pound bag of frozen chicken breasts for $4) and you have a meal. Wash down with milk. I can eat that stuff for a week for like $10. It usually costs me $7 a trip to eat fast food. Ok, I've been typing this for nearly a half hour. Thank you for finishing this behemoth.

Update

I had intended to put up a big post on Sunday, but we had some technical difficulties that I didn't get sorted out until 3am Tuesday morning, so I haven't had a connection stable enough to attempt a blog post. I have one now, but I'm way too tired to put anything meaningful on here, but I wanted to say hello from Omaha. I promise I will put up an actual post tomorrow.

I also wanted to post my reading/listening items:

Currently reading: Infidelities by Josip Novakovich. I only got halfway through during school and want to finish it.

Currently listening to: The entire Soft Machine album by the Teddybears. This is a staple in my music collection. The Teddybears make music that is very different from everything else being done, blending an electronic element into all of their songs that creates these poppy little beats and choruses that you can't help bob your head to and you definitely can't the songs out of their afterward. Just listen to it.

I haven't played poker since I said I wasn't going to. I don't know how long it has been, but it feels good to get away. I do want to play again in the next two days, but I'm going to take it easy and cap myself at three matches. I also need to sneak in a few MTTs to get ready for the 15k loyalty freeroll.

Packing, Poker

I've spent most of today getting everything ready to move tomorrow. It's amazing how much I didn't unpack when I moved here. I'll have an actual substantial post on Sunday, until then it will be poker rantings.

Warning: If you don't like whiny, angry posts, just wait until tomorrow or Sunday.

Speaking of poker rantings: fuck this day. Fuck poker. I might play some more tonight, but I'm definitely taking tomorrow off. I've spent all day either getting set up or bad beat. By set up I mean losing my first $50 HU match because I had A2 on a K345 board and the other guy had 67. We both turn our gutshot, that's the cooler. In my next match, I had KJ on a flop of KK5 with one spade. I bet pot, got called. The turn was the 8s, I bet pot, I got called. The river came the 2s and I checked for some reason. The other dude put out a 1/3rd pot bet and I painfully called after the counter came on. Yep, AQss. That knocked me down to 4k in chips, which I got in with KK vs 22. 2 in the door, go skill! I won the third match because nothing horrific happened, but then again there was the fourth match. Three times I had the guy in for his tourney with three outers and he won all three. A7 vs A2, KQ vs K8, and AK vs A8. The AK vs A8 screwed me because it knocked me down to around 3k in chips, which I got in with TT vs his AA. I also dropped a match because I was crippled by the following hand: QJ vs 99. I raised preflop, he called. Flop KT5. I bet pot, he calls. Turn 9, I bet pot, he moves in, I call. River K. In my final match of the evening I had the guy down to 3k in chips with blinds of 150/300; 50. Things looked good until the poker gods decided to rape. In the last five minutes of the match, the guy got AA three times and flopped top pair five times. He also made two flushes and a straight. I want to feel good about taking so long to broke, but I actually just want to punch something. This anger stems from the fact that not one time today, not ONE time did I get my money in behind and win. I either got it in bad because of the aforementioned set ups or I got it in good and still lost. Somehow I'm only down $100. I say "somehow" because it feels like there were no victories to be had today. I played out of my mind and all I have to show for it is a bankroll that got reduced to $725.87. I miss that streak where things were going right. I'm not even asking for my hands to keep holding up and such, I just don't want to get fucked at every opportunity anymore. My butthole is sore.

Update, Poker

I've spent the past couple of days wrapping up the Lincoln chapter of my life. I've mainly be cleaning up my room and thinking of all the stuff that I have to do, such as forward my mail and so on. I took yesterday off from the rush and spent the evening at BW3's as a hostage. My roommates and I always go to leg night on Wednesday's, but yesterday they decided that they wanted to stay there for 5 hours for some reason. Needless to say I was somewhat peeved, but all I would've done was watch TV and play Internet poker anyway, so it wasn't a great loss. Despite the fact that I only had 3 beers, I feel really out of it today. I got a full night of sleep, but I could crawl back under the covers right now and crank out another 8 hours without rolling over. Too bad I actually have shite to do today.

I haven't hardly played any poker the past couple of days. I did put in 2 heads-up matches today, both wins, which puts my account back to $828.67. I really am starting to feel like a sick-o. I was playing in a tiny little MTT today and just knew what was going on at all times. My heads-up play has upped my aggressiveness and my online reading ability. I busted out of the MTT by making what I think is a great call very easily. I had ATo in the BB and it was folded to the button. The button limped and the SB called. I threw in a pot raise, the BB folded and the SB started thinking. It instantly clicked that if he moved in he had garbage. There would be no reason to limp a big hand here because there is a minimal chance that I'm going to raise. A call would have been scarier than a raise, but he moved in and I insta-called. He showed K9cc. The flop was a disgusting QJ4 with 2 clubs, telling me that I wasn't going to win. The river was the Ac to leave me with 400 chips and in the BB. Like I said it was a tiny tourney so I didn't care about losing the hand, but I felt good about making the call so easily. If I keep developing like this, good things are going to happen soon. More room cleaning.

Burnt, Interview, New Section, Poker

I'm still burnt. The discomfort should be gone in another day or two, but then the peeling begins. I hate the peeling.

I finally have my second interview with John Hancock. I have a lot of questions for them after taking the personality profile because it asked lots of questions that made me leery. Hopefully it goes well and I hear what I want to hear because I'd really hate to turn down the first job I've been offered.

Every Monday or Tuesday I'm going to be adding a new section about what I'm reading and what I'm listening to. For those of you who don't know me, I read a lot. Now that I'm out of school, I realistically should be polishing off two books a month quite easily. I say two because I don't want to set the bar too high, but it could be as high as six some months. As far as music, another note for people who don't know me: if I had a pleasure button on my brain, I would hit it constantly. Hence, when I find a song that I like, I will listen to it several times a day for a week or two. In the future, the section will be on top of the post, but for now, here are it is:

Book I'm Reading: Walt Whitman Selected Poems
Song I'm Listening To: Do You Right by 311

Poker has been bad again these past couple of days. I ran really bad against DymondBoy this morning which was a let down because I've really figured out his game. We played three matches. In the first, I had the chiplead at around 13k/7k. I was dealt 55 and raised it pot. He threw in a pot reraise which told me that he had JJ-AA. I called and we took a 467 flop. On this flop, I'm about 38% to win. He checked and I moved in. He slowrolled me like an asshole (because he's not good enough to pitch this hand) and I blanked out to put me way down. I then had three coolers laid on me where we both flopped top pair but he hit two pair with his weaker kicker or I had the weaker kicker. I am very proud of the first match because I should've gone broke on six separate occasions but managed to get away from my hand. In the second match, I was down 8k/12k when I was dealt AA. He raised and I pot reraised. He called, and we took a 678 flop. I bet pot, he moved in and I insta-called. He showed 99, reversing the odds from the first match. Of course, he peels a T on the turn to lock it up for him and we're on to the third match. In the third, I steamrolled him pretty well but really wasn't in the frame of mind for a fourth match. He would've kept playing me, but today wasn't the right day to do that. I also dropped one of the sickest matches ever first thing in the morning. I played a guy that hit EVERY river. This is not an exaggeration. From the first hand I flopped top pair and bet pot pot pot as usual. He called and hit two pair on the river. If we showed down, the river card made his hand. It was disgusting. In a fitting end, we got all in preflop with my JJ vs his A5. Flop 489, turn T, river A. Go skill! I also got tired of waiting for my cashout to go through to transfer money to Full Tilt so I bellied up to a $1/$2 NLHE table at Bugsy's. I was up to around $135 when I got wrapped up in a bad hand. I had 72cc in the BB and it folded to the button. The button had been min raising every time this happened, so I called. We took the two handed flop of AT7. I'm pretty sure I'm winning here, so I checkraised him. The turn peeled a 3 and I bet pot again. He called. The river was a J and I checked. I actually put him on something like a QJ for a gutterball or 78 for open-ended. Both would've hit to beat me. He put me in for another $50 and I painfully folded. He claimed to have had me beat the whole way, but I honestly don't believe it. I built back up to around $65 when I busted with A5. Again I was in the BB, but the person to the right of the guy in the previous pot had been raising tons of unopened pots from late position as well. We took a flop of AJ8 and I led out. He called and the turn peeled a 2. I led out again and got reraised for my last $20 or so. I have to call here, I did, the river blanked and he showed AJ. I'm not unhappy with my play, but it would really be nice to run the next $100 up to $3-400. Although it will be awhile for the next $100 cash game venture as my roll is currently at $751.17 and I'm not taking another $100 until I hit $1200 again. It probably won't happen until after I move. Have a good day.

Fried, Poker

This will be very short for me.

We went golfing at 11:45am today after staying up until 7:30am. I played terrible. I got fried. I'm going to be very sore very soon.

Poker has been ramping back up. Short story: a jackass that will remain nameless (knat33) beat me in 2 straight $50 matches with garbage. In the 3rd he asked if I wanted to up the stakes next match, I said no, he started calling me scared and making fun of me. I absolutely decimated him in that match and the 2 subsequent matches. I can't even find him on the site anymore. Another person that plays the $50 heads-up matches a lot told me that I'm probably the best person he has ever played in heads-up. Ego +2. Bankroll at $795.15 with the pending $105 cash out. More tomorrow when I'm too sore to do anything except sit in front of my computer.