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Tuesday, March 29, 2005
I am back, probably.
Gambling came and went a few times. I'm done for good. The love life has been up and down, mostly down. It sucks. The second job came and went, now i'm looking for another because of the the fucking gambling. Living in olathe sucks, because the edge of the world is only a few blocks south of my house. Work is good, I hate my trainee. I almost got him to quit last night, I'm off today, but I'll try again tomorrow. I don't really watch any TV anymore, but I eat more fast food, less overall food, drink less beer, way more red bull and coffee, and smoke more. I learned to make cheescake, it's easy. I rediscovered jimmy buffett, though I still hate margaritaville, and margaritas. I'm getting better at playing bass, though I'm still about as good at making music as I am at cutting my own hair (below average, though a steady hand was nowhere to be found when I tried a real haircut, like, without using clippers, last week). I want to change the look of this site, and start writing a few times a week, but we shall see what happens. Does anybody ever look at this site? I know I haven't updated in a year, but any random checking in?
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Tuesday, April 06, 2004
April Fools
In my last post I declared that I was taking a break from the neon goodness that is the casino.
I was just joshin', everybody.
gamblegamblegamble
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Monday, March 29, 2004
My cleanest dirty shirt.
Oh, so that's a bender.
This is bad. I'm stopping it now. In the last five days, I've seen five sunrises, smoked 13 packs, been late to class once, and drunk, late to work three times, and drunk, gone to the casino six times, passed out there twice, been told to ,"cool it, so you can keep playing", once, showered three times, eaten mcdonalds six times, wendys twice, seen my roomate zero times, cleaned my apartment, car, clothing, shower, or dishes zero times (fuck, i only showered three times, for a total of fifteen minutes, in a period that would generally encompass thirteen to fifteen showers for five to six hours total). I spent five hours at school, twenty five at work, and thirty eigh reading the words,"Blackjack pays 3 to 2. Dealer must hit soft 17. Insurance pays 2 to 1." I'm not sure there's anyway to calculate the hooch, but I was paying with money I didn't earn, so it was probably a lot.
Blackjack dealers and cocktail waitresses greet me by name, before they see my card or I see their nametag.
Cory doesn't want to go gamble with me anymore. Cory P. The guy that I've seen kicked out of casinos more times than I've seen him leave under his own power. Won't go gambling with me for at least a week.
I don't have a gambling problem or anything, but fuck, I'm going to put this down for a little while, if only a few weeks. The warning sign wasn't one that most people see, or at least talk about.
At 6:00 this morning, the new shift of dealers came on, and I could smell them. Keep in mind, I haven't been able to detect all but the strogest of odors for several years now, but when matt sat down at my table, the only thing I could percieve, besides the 19 in front of me, was that he smelled like shampoo. I had been there so long, that I couldn't smell the stale smoke, the cheap cologne, the booze or the filth. They had become the norm. The clean people were the ones that stood out.
Shit. The worst part? I didn't lose there is no hard knock here to teach me a lesson. No definitive mistake. No kernel of wisdom, besides, "double down on ten, and drink faster, last call is coming up". Instead of losing my rent money, which I didn't even bet, (It's already at the office) I won next month's rent, along with funding my five day liver-demolition-derby. Shit.
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Friday, March 19, 2004
Take off all your clothes
I sure wish my downstairs neighbors would turn off their damn heat. It's almost 11:00 on an overcast night, 66 degrees outside, and my windows are open, yet my apartment is still eighty degrees. My neighbors suck.
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Thursday, March 18, 2004
Play some pool, skip some school, act real cool...
Today I played two songs, all the way through, without fucking up once. That's a first.
St. Patrick's day was a success, compared with recent years. No head trauma, no vomiting. I woke up in the clothes I wore last night, but at least I wasn't spooning a traffic cone like last year. Maybe it's the hair. For thoses who haven't seen, it's red now. I can't say enough about Jonathan Ramsey, a gifted Irish guitarist who plays at Harling's Upstairs every thursday night.
This is the firat time I've ever really cared about spring break. During my previous attempt at college, I was a very poor student and took my own "breaks" whenever I felt like it. After I dropped out, every day was spring break. But now that I really try in school, I see what all the fuss is about. I wish I could afford to go to padre and get on MTV, but I'll settle for sleeping in and drinking a lot.
Woo!
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Friday, March 05, 2004
Hi mom!
I just checked my Nedstat account for the fist time in a couple of months. I've been trying to clean up the html code that makes this site exist, because this page takes forgoddamnever to load, and I don't think what meager content is to be found here is worth such a wait. While I rarely do little more than the literary equivalent of doodling here, it brightens my day to see some manner of readership, and I want to return the favor by gratifying my readers as instantly as possibe. While going through the code, I dropped in on my site stats.
Hello, Iceland! Also, hello to my parents, who are among my more regular readers. Hi mom and dad!
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Wednesday, March 03, 2004
The boys in the hood are always hard.
Yesterday i got up early, resolute to eat a good breakfast, clean the kitchen, do a load of laundry, and still get to work on time without taking any chances in rush hour traffic. Consequently, I woke up a bit earlier than usual. As I walked out on my balcony to take in the morning sun, i noticed on of the grade school students that lives in the next building quietly waiting in the middle of the courtyard of my apartment complex, holding a rock.
Not a pebble, mind you, but a big damn rock, a little smaller than a softball. Like I said, it was a big damn rock, especially for a twelve year old to cart around all day.
About a minute later, another young man emerged from the next building over. Well, he tried to, anyway. As he pushed open the (glass) door to the courtyard, presumably to go to elementary school, the first kid, now about forty feet away, wound up and threw his big damn rock at the second kid. Hard. He scored a direct hit, sending the newcomer right back inside, then took off like he was on COPS.
What a crappy start to a day. getting hit with a rock. That's some cold shit.
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