...has a gambling problem

"It's bad enough we have drinking problems, now we're gonna have gambling problems, too!" ~ David Aron
It's funny, but could be coming true. Okay, so we've only actually gambled once, but we're going again tomorrow... I'll get to that though. So I've been dormant for a few days, that's basically because I haven't really had much to talk about I guess.. or haven't had the urge to talk about it anyway. Friday night we went to Hooters in Atlantic City to get our free wings from the Philly Soul tickets. Dave and I got the second to hottest wings they had and our mouths were on fire. Cory, Maureen & Jen got "hot" wings, which were not hot at all. These wings were too hot to actually know what they tasted like. I wanted to submerge my face in our pitcher of beer to cool off my throat. So we had wings and beer and a decent looking waitress this time, too. After we finished with that, we played a few slots around the Tropicana, I played a dollar at a random machine and won 10 back, which was nice. Cory won about 25 dollars or so. Then we walked down to the Wild Wild West casino because they're supposed to be cheaper... not so, just farther away. Dave and I emersed ourselves in roulette after winning 20 dollars off the bat. We played for quite a while, I was up and down while Dave was just up. I came out 15 dollars ahead, Dave made off with 130!! He was ecstatic, I was happy for him and me for coming out ahead at all. The girls didn't have that great of a time since they couldn't gamble or drink, but we left and headed back to Dave's. Dave called everyone in his phone book to let them know on the way back to town.
Once we got home, we figured we should play some poker. So James and Luke came over and we played for a while. I hung in with my original 5 dollars for quite a while. Dave was on a winning streak again; he and Cory cleaned up most of the money from us. We got done playing at about 3AM... isn't that matchbox 20 song?... anyway, after that Maureen and I came back to my house, had a lengthy conversation and went to bed for like 8 hours.
There was really nothing going on Saturday, so after some procrastination, we picked up Diana and drove around to nowhere in particular. I ended up at a lake in Egg Harbor, so we took a walk and some pictures there. We headed to Glassboro for some slices and then went bowling, where I got beat by a couple of cheating girls! I wasn't feeling bad long though, since it was cosmic bowling and all the pretty lights and 80s music took my mind off of it. The rest of the night consisted of watching Little Nicky and a bedtime of 12.. on a Saturday.. pretty lame, but I was beat for whatever reason.
Sunday was a day for Nintendo at Ryan's.. and I mean Nintendo, no Super or 64 attached. We played Hogan's Alley, Blades of Steel and another horrible hockey game before ditching the old school and playing Gamecube. Ryan got a new bed, which is actually his aunt and uncle's old bed, so he was giving me his old bed, which also was his aunt and uncle's old bed. We took it to my house and somehow maneuvered it up the stairs. Later on, I got together and played a few games of pool at Sidelines with Luke followed by some Goldeneye at my house and Family Guy. I went to bed early last night too, for lack of things to do.
And besides work today, I watched Analyze That and took a nap. Very boring day, but tomorrow will make up for it, I believe. NOFX in A.C. with Dave, Luke and James... can't see that being bad in any way. Well I'm off to bed, I'll need my rest for tomorrow.

Butabup.

JJ can rot in hell..

I went skiing yet again yesterday with Maureen. I was a little worried at first that she was going to show me up and embarrass me by how good she was, but she didn't show off. We had a good time, besides the slushy snow. We're going to play at the Oarhouse again tonight if everything goes according to plan.
I've been thinking about moving out lately.. well, I guess I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I'm considering it now. I have saved some money, so once I save some more and make sure my car will make it to summer, I may move in with Dave & Renea. I really hate my dog. He is such a jackass, not just to me, but to anyone and everyone he meets. His first reaction is to bite people's legs. He'd probably bite other parts of people if he weren't a fat little shrimp. He tries to bite me all the time, and I just want to stomp on him. My mom defends the dog like he's a little angel. She should be doing something about the fact that even when people are nice to him he snaps at them. I like dogs a lot, that's why it annoys me that I'd rather see the dog I live with hanging from our flag pole. Out of everyone I know that has dogs, they're all nice and I like them. I get stuck with the little ankle-biting fucker that belongs tied down in a soundproof room. Yea.. so that's why I'm moving out.

Good day.

Count the stars...

I went out last night, had some hot chocolate and looked at the stars. It was really clear out, so I could see all of the ones that are usually hidden. That's the kind of stuff that gets me thinking about life and our place in the universe. There are so many stars that we can see with the naked eye, it's amazing. But then you think how many there are in our galaxy that you can't see, and that every one of them could possibly be a solar system, even if the habitable planets only have country music, it's still crazy. Then I think about the fact that there are other galaxies out there too... I wonder if we're just one universe in a larger group of many. It's like in the Truman Show where the stars are just holes in the outside wall or in Men In Black, where the universe is contained in a marble around the cat's neck. Who knows really. Maybe we're just a big experiment and the people in the "real world" are out there laughing at us. "Look at those stupid fucks, we would never do that." They're probably watching us having sex, laughing at the faces we make. Fucking aliens. Anyway, something to think about. Gotta go to work.

later.

So long and thanks for the skis!

It's Monday morning, the ski weekend is over. It was a lot of fun though. On our way up the turnpike Saturday, there was a girl in front of us at the ticket booth, reaching out to get her ticket. She was reaching as hard as she could, leaning out of the car and everything, but she just couldn't get to the ticket. Meanwhile, Ryan and I are laughing our asses off because we could tell she's really trying hard but not even getting close. To top it off, the guy in the booth came out and handed her the ticket.. maybe you had to be there, but it was hysterical. We stayed at the luxurious Red Carpet Inn. Honestly, it was a really nice motel. It seemed much nicer than most any I've ever stayed at. Not to mention, the Indian girl that was running the front desk had the most American accent ever, if you only heard her voice, you might think she was a blonde white girl.
We skiied our first day at Camelback. There were a few trails there I liked a lot, we stayed for 4 or 5 hours. It was crowded, but not as bad as I expected. After we left, we went to K-Mart and bought Scrabble for entertainment that night. We dined at the J & R Smokehouse, I had BBQ Ribs & Chicken. It was awesome, they gave you a soup AND salad with bread. It's the first time I've gotten a complete meal and eaten all of it without feeling really filled. So, we rounded out the night with a couple games of scrabble and Jurassic Park.
The next day we went to Big Boulder. We had the whole day there. I didn't know where to pay for my rentals, I figured you paid after you got the skis, so I got them, but there was nowhere to pay and it just led out to the slopes, so I got a free rental. We skiied all day up to about 7:30 I think. I think I fell 3 times, but 2 of them were at the bottom by the lift lines. I still feel like I've gotten a lot better, I helped someone get up and got their poles for them. It's nice not being the one needing help. At the end of the day, I got a pair of used skis at an end-of the season cheap rate. So now I own skis, and I hope I'll be able to go once or twice more before the season ends.

Nothing personal or political to talk about today. later.

Warning: Sentimental

T-Minus 5 Minutes and counting until I leave to go skiing. I just felt like updating before I left. I guess it's not really an update per se, but I've been thinking about things. I miss a lot of things I used to do, and thinking about them makes me really melancholy. I miss hanging out until the sun would come up just because. I miss not having anything to do and then taking drives to Philly or North Jersey. I especially miss drives around stow creek and the areas of pitts grove that I'll never be able to navigate without getting lost or heading towards a nuclear testing zone. I miss laughing until my sides hurt and my eyes water and I can't breathe. I miss late night drive punk-rock sing-alongs. I miss fighting. I suppose I should stop dwelling in the past and try to be happy with the present or look to the future for better things, but these things are always on my mind because I had such a great time doing all of them... Now that I'm bummed out, I'm gonna go to Ryan's and get going to the mountains. Take care, until Monday.

butabup.

It's raining on Friday

When I woke up this morning, the sun was out. Now, it's dark, rainy, and lightning.. is that the right way to say that it is lightning? Looks strange. So, anyway, last night was great. We played our set, adding "What Went Wrong" by blink and "The Innocent" by GC, Goldfinger & Mest. The former was excellent, we thought, but the latter, not so much. Overall, I think we played really well last night. There were a lot of people there, not so much reaction, but we got more claps than the shitty band before us. I quipped last night that having our 10:30 on-stage time for open mic night is like having a 9AM appointment at a doctor's office, you can get there any time you want, you won't be going in for at least an hour.
After our set, we came back to Dave's and started our poker game. $5.00 buy-in, 5 guys. The first hand, I had 4 aces. Cory and Ryan had full houses, so they both went all in. I matched their bets and took all of their money right off the bat. The rest of the game, I did pretty well, only trailing off towards the end, but I ended up being $15 dollars richer than when I started, so I was happy. I know there was no skill involved, it just feels nice.
So, Ryan and I have amended our plans, we're going skiing at Camelback tomorrow night, then staying over and going to Big Boulder the following day. It should be a good weekend, I'm ready for it to start any time now.

butabup.

Pizza Day

It's pizza day at work. It's funny, my office has a pizza day once a month and the first month I was here they had 3 parties for whatever reasons with giant cakes and soda. Conveniently they also offer a discount gym membership.. I think they're in cahoots. Anyway, we tried to practice last night, which was successful, I suppose, since we did learn 2 new songs. Tonight will be the real practice, shortly before playing at the Oarhouse. We're playing a handful of the same songs as before, but it's nice to add some new ones. It doesn't matter that much anyway, we're just providing the background noise soundtrack to drunken fights and cheesy pick-up lines anyway. Anyone want to start a band?
I'm in a weird mood today, between having a cold and just having too much to think about. I don't ever feel content, I always want to be doing something else or planning something, or else I feel like I'm missing out. Speaking of plans, Ryan and I are going skiing this weekend at Jack Frost. We're gonna spend the night up there so we can have all of Sunday to ski. It should be cool. This will be the first time I've stayed in a hotel with Ryan since like 9th or 10th grade when he came Dorney Park with my family. We prefer the more manly activity of camping over a hotel stay. But it's going to be freezing this weekend and since at least one of us plans on having kids one day, we'll just stay where there's heat and cable tv. So, I'll have another busy weekend, as for tonight, open mic night and poker at Dave's.

butabup.

Poker, Beer & Gas

Last night was our "poker night." We played for money, only $5, but I lost it all anyway. But, before that Dave cooked Steaks and potatoes for me and Cory and various "vegetarian" cuisine for Renea and Luke. We played cards for about 4 and a half hours before everyone cashed out. It was a good game, despite me losing all my chips. We're playing again Thursday night, I believe. It's funny that we just started playing about a week ago and now we're hooked and planning to play every other night. It's just a lot of fun... I think it would be more fun to take money from my friends next time, but still it's a good time.
So today is Valentine's Day, everyone is walking around with oversized balloons and stuffed animals. I've heard the phrase "it's the thought that counts" quite a few times today, further proving why I didn't do anything for it.. if I can't do something right, why do it at all?
I got gas yesterday, for- gasp!- only $27.00. It's still a lot, but it has gone down. The new Wawa on Delsea has it for $1.94 as of this afternoon. The only problem is that's still pretty high. I'm no different from anyone else, I still buy gas and don't limit my travel because of how much it costs. What I think is funny is that since gas was in the $3.00 range not so long ago, everyone is smitten with paying $2.00 for gas, when it was still nowhere near that high before the whole hurricane situation. The hurricane/"gas shortage" gave the oil companies a big break actually, despite what they'd have you believe. Perhaps the raise in price was warranted, probably not the extent of raising they did, but still the natural disaster did shut down oil rigs and refineries. The genius of it was, after the "shortage" was over and all the refineries were up and running again, the prices didn't drop. They stayed where they were for quite some time, before they started dropping slowly. Then they started to hang in the low $2 range. The gas companies didn't receive too much animosity about that because it was a good dollar lower than it had been, so they capitalize on the ignorance of the public that believes that they are getting a deal on gas now. No one seems to notice that gas should have, but didn't, return to close to it's original price after the hurricane. The prices are finally dropping, hopefully they'll keep going this time until it's reasonable again. Wishful thinking probably.

butabup.

Don't make V-Day VD-Day

Let me just start by saying any girls reading will probably think I'm a completely heartless, un-romantic, anal dwelling butt-monkey for saying these things.. but they should be said anyway. I'm referring to Valentine's Day. It's the biggest joke of a holiday ever. First of all, it's a FACT that this holiday was created by Hallmark (I believe, it was a greeting card at least), therefore giving it no merit in my book. No great leader died, no great savior was born or ressurected, and... no Irish people distributed green beer on this date. I understand the capitalist needs of business owners, but to create a holiday simply to guilt customers into spending whole paychecks on, when it comes down to it, worthless items to show their affection, there's some kind of wrong in that. All you hear right up to the 14th is "Personalized Teddy Bears! Diamond Necklaces half off at only $1400.00!!! Gold plated vibrators!" Aside from the last one, none of those things are really useful. We've just been conditioned to believe that they're the way to show someone you care. I have to say, if you need a special holiday designed for you to show how much you care about someone, you don't care about them anyway.. besides we already have those things in anniversaries of significant events. You should show your affection anytime you feel the urge to tell your significant other that they really mean the world to you, and you should show it creatively, not by getting them the biggest diamond or the most expensive watch. Have some imagination, people, don't let yourself be led by the nose by jewelers and electronic stores... that's what they want.
I also want to bring up one specific banner/billboard I witnessed. It was for a jewelry store. It had a woman's face, a ring and a quote saying "Honey, my present is ready." What this subliminally suggests to the average man with a girlfriend or wife driving by is "You know she's expecting something from you.. you better not disappoint her by getting her roses or chocolate covered cashews." That just annoys me to no end. I mean, it doesn't bother me SO much, just because I don't buy into the marketing bullshit, but I know others do and it's annoying. The guy in the relationship shouldn't be any more required to do something for V-Day than the woman should. So, don't buy in to it, just be yourself.

Honey, my vomit is ready.

Look out the window..

Snow.. we got so much. I was watching/listening to weather reports all day yesterday and I heard "3-6 inches" and "8-12 inches" and "4-10 inches, but only west of the Delaware." And we predicted that it would either be no snow at all or a blizzard. Well, we basically got the latter. It wasn't so bad, I mean it took me about 10 minutes to shovel off my car, but the roads weren't too bad. So last night was poker/beer pong night at Dave's. That was fun as usual. Me and Maureen were on a team and we owned the table for about 12 games straight. Then, we switched up teams.. well basically it was still Maureen and I, but Dave and Cory joined forces to play us and they destroyed us. We won 2 out of 9 games. That's right, no shut outs. So, this being the first real snow storm of winter, I have to go out and play in the snow, so I have plans to do that in a little while with Diana.. once we watch Kill Bill 2, that is.
As for the roads, Millville really needs to do some work on their program. My road is never plowed. If you go to Vineland, every side street and alleyway is perfectly clear, but over here, even the main roads aren't that good. It's basically all slush now, but I wouldn't be surprised if it doesn't get plowed today and then tomorow we'll have a giant ice rink for a road system. And what luck, I drive for a living. Either way, I'm gonna enjoy the snow while it lasts.

Time to build Frosty. butabup.

I'll let you know...

Dave, Luke and I played open mic night at the Oarhouse again last night. I think we played much better this time, however Dave thinks he was bad. He wasn't bad, he just needed some water up there with him. Anyway, we played seven songs, scrapping some songs from last week and adding "The Ballad" by Millencolin and "San Dimas High School Football Rules" by The Ataris. I liked both of those songs a lot how we played them. The real point is, I had a good time. As usual, that's all I really care about. I still wish I could be in a real band again though, with a drummer and screaming guitars. I miss it. But I can probably forget about that unless someone I know in a band ends up needing a bassist. It just sucks because of how good Forty West was; so much fun, and with my best friends at that.
So, after the "show" last night, Dave and I watched Waiting. The movie was funny as hell, but it makes me never want to eat at a restaurant again. The "Beeotch" who sent her steak back and got a coating of dandruff, pubic hair and gooch cheese... makes you want to eat whatever steak your waiter brings you, bloody as hell or burnt to a crisp. And the 5 second rule has never been more abused.

Here's to hoping that movie is more fiction than fact..

Corporate County College

Why does everything seem to contradict itself? All you ever hear about education is that you need it to succeed, even though people that graduate college may have learned absolutely nothing. All a college degree really means is that you put in your time and put up with the bullshit for long enough, and, most importantly, paid for your credits. Everything comes down to money. Even community colleges are way overpriced. They are supposedly for students who can't afford 4-year schools and people that don't have time for school. Yet, on top of the high tuition costs, each book costs about $90.00 on average. With the amount of money I spent this semester alone on books, I could have taken another class. I don't understand why the books can't be provided like in high schools, and it's the student's responsibility to take care of them or they have to pay. That makes sense. But not only do they not do that, they also change the edition of the book each year, which really means they add a new picture or change the cover of the book, while the information stays exactly the same. The only reason for the "update" is so students can't trade back in their books for money at the end of the semester. Not like it really matters anyway.. I traded in my 2 history books today, which together cost about 120 dollars, the total amount I received for the books was $19.00. These books were unused, completely the same condition as when I bought them 3 weeks ago. Gotta love the corporate college bookstore bullshit. And now, they will put a "Used" sticker on them both and sell them for 45 a piece. Fucking rediculous.
I really hate college. Capitalist reasons aside, the whole concept of it is lost. Many classes start out with the professors asking why each student took the class. The most popular answer is "It was required." People aren't here to learn, they're here to limp their way through class after class, until they've spent enough money to deserve a piece of paper declaring that they're an official on one subject or another, which is almost never the case. I, believe it or not, am here to learn. It's hard to do though, because the professors are almost as lazy as many students, they give out b/s classwork and even easier tests. There are a few professors here that do take their job seriously and try to teach, and they are appreciated. However, I find it hard to bring myself to come to class each day knowing that it will be an intellectually devoid hour and a half of my life that I will never get back. I'd be better off watching the new Quentin Tarantino flick. More likely to learn something that way.

Be a fool, stay in school

Don't talk to me, I'm driving

Today the "cell phone driving ban" goes into effect. I wonder how many people will get ticketed? This seems to be as rediculous as the cigarette ban for bars which excludes casinos. You can't single out one thing in a large group and hold it down... well, if you're the government you can... but it's fucked up. Think about the cigarette ban for just a minute. The law was created supposedly because New Jersey is concerned for the health of it's workforce. They don't believe that non-smoking employees of bars and restaurants should be subjected to the clouds of second-hand smoke that overtake these establishments... rightfully so, I agree with them. But New Jersey casinos are exempt from this ban, making no sense at all, considering thousands of people work in those casinos 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Is the government unconcerned with their health? Are they somehow less important than local bartenders and waitresses? The answer is no, but since gambling is the biggest tax piggybank New Jersey has, they don't want to lose any business because they are disallowing people their smoking luxury. Hypocritical? Yes. Is something being done? Yes, they're working on it.
But that was just to make the comparison to the cell phone law. Okay, so now you can be pulled over for having a cell phone to your ear. What about text messaging, where you have to keep looking away from the road and thinking about how many times to push the 7 key to get an "s"? What about fast food, that you have to concentrate on to prevent yourself from wearing a ketchup-covered pickle? What about switching CDs while driving? Are these the next targets of the New Jersey government? I would like to see the statistics of car accidents caused directly by people using a cell phone. I would imagine it's not that high. People that don't pay attention to the road while on a cell phone probably won't be paying attention to the road anyway, so there's no need for the law, except, again, for the piggybank tax. What else is the big cash cow for New Jersey? Ding ding ding! That's right, traffic tickets, not to mention the inevitable $300.00 surcharge that is now imposed when you plead down your tickets so as to lessen the points on your license. Congrats, collective governers of New Jersey, you've fucked the working class once again.

Welcome to the Garden State, I'd suggest running for the exits.

I didn't win any money...

Well, the Steelers won the super bowl, and while it's who I was rooting for, I really don't care. Also, neither me nor any of my friends won any money. The festivities were the only thing keeping me there. But let me start at the beginning. We started the day by leaving late, as we usually do, to go to the Philadelphia Soul game. We arrived, ate food, and eventually wandered in to see a high-scoring, yet lackluster game of arena football. Bon Jovi graced us with 2 songs during half time, which was awesome. He does own the team, ya know. So after the game and dinner, we headed to Dave's dad's where we watched the last slow moving, close scoring game of football for the season. The commercials were funny - I think there were 6 Bud Light commercials. Thus ended my Super Bowl Sunday, save for watching the first 2 and a half hours of Magnolia, which I still haven't finished, but has kept me captivated and I plan on finishing it today. Back to work now. Later.

Guess who's back...

I'm back a little early from Lancaster, simply because it sucked there. It rained all day today, banning any outdoor activities we may have done. So the trip consisted of checking in to the motel, watching the weather channel, spending lots of time in bed, shopping at the Farmer's Market, eating at Cracker Barrel, watching more weather channel, and eating dinner at Texas Roadhouse. It wasn't a bad trip, we had a good time just spending time together, but it sucks that we couldn't go to the Strasburg Railroad or the Maize Maze. One strange thing about the trip is that my dad and his wife came up this weekend, too and he had no idea I was going nor vice versa. So we got together at Texas Roadhouse for dinner tonight, which was pretty cool. All in all a good trip, and tomorrow the festivities begin early in Philly at the Soul game, looking forward to that. Later.

Off Key Melodies

No better timing for this than after my last post about the scene. Luke, Dave, and myself got together last night after our respective work days and started practicing some cover songs. We practiced for about 2 hours until we had the songs pretty well and we had eliminated the ones we couldn't do at all. Then we had a couple drinks and headed over to the Oarhouse. We had to wait for the regular house band to finish playing so we could go on. Once on, we got off to a slow start, but we played our short set with only a few mistakes. It didn't sound good, but everyone was drunk, so they didn't know the difference, and we had a good time. Here is our setlist:

Dammit - blink 182
Going Away to College - blink 182
Murder the Government - NOFX
My Head - Goldfinger
Dick Lips - blink 182
Together on the Sand - NOFX
(A short rendition of Let's get Retarded)
Beer - Reel Big Fish

The night was fun and I got to talk to an old friend for a while, hopefully we can be friends again someday.

On to current matters, Maureen and I are going to Lancaster this weekend. It's a change of pace from the usual big city excursions we take. That's the point, actually, to relax instead of having an itinerary that keeps us busy every moment and having to wake up early. Nope, this time I plan on sleeping in and maybe taking a horse and buggy ride. We are staying at the lovely Travel Inn, whose king size bed and smoke stained curtains are sure to be a natural aphrodisiac. We plan on staying in a lot... So if anyone was wondering that's where I'll be all weekend, living it up with the Amish. I'll be back to civilization on Sunday when I'll be attending the Philadelphia Soul Game and watching the Super Bowl.

So, until I return, farewell.

Do your part to save the scene and stop going to shows

"And when they drag you kicking and screaming from the scene you know that it's time to leave" ~Less Than Jake
Those words seem to sum up my current situation. I saw Less Than Jake twice in the past 2 weeks. It feels like I'm just getting too old for shows or something. I guess not so much I'm getting to old, more the crowds seem to be getting younger. All music now is tainted by the pseudo-punk wannabe 13-year-old girls that get dropped off to the show by their parents. They go along with whatever trend and whatever top 10 band Q102 is counting down this week. They listen to Missy Elliot fade out into Fall Out Boy on the radio and then they come to shows and get an attitude with the people who have been fans from the start before they dreamed of radio airplay because we get in the crowd to mosh. The Less Than Jake show in Philly was pretty good, but the one at the Stone Pony in Asbury was less than thrilling for me. It was packed as tight as could be, and people made it even harder than it already was to open up a pit. Once we did though, everyone would just rush across the middle and trip over each other. People just don't know how to mosh these days. All they want to do is get out there and do martial arts, something I don't get, not to ska/punk music anyway. Ska concerts make me even more sad though, because no one knows how to skank, which for those of you who don't know is a dance/mosh you do to ska music (which is like reggae mixed with punk.) I'm thrilled whenever I go to ska shows in Philly because there's still a big population of ska kids there who remember how it used to be. I don't know, maybe I AM getting too old for this shit, but it's hard to let go of it since I've been going for so long.

Help.

This must be a record...

I feel like a kid who just discovered masturbation with this blog, whenever I have a second I have to play with it. I guess it's just that I have a lot to say right now. There's been a lot of drama lately, last night was no exception. I was hanging out at my friend Dave's house when another friend came over. He was worried about a girl he liked who was going to be coming to hang out with him. We convinced him to go play pool with us at the bar for a while and not worry about her, but that only lasted a couple hours. When we got back, we went to the Oarhouse where said girl was hanging out. The whole time we were there, she was trying to hook my friend up with her friend, a girl my friend has no interest in whatsoever. The night ended with us asking her why she was being an ass to our friend. She said she was trying to get him together with her friend and she didn't care that he had no interest in her. She came off sounding so stupid, I wish some people would take a step back and listen to themselves speak. She was actually fine with the fact that she's setting someone up with a person that they dislike? Setting people up is a bad idea in general, I think. It always ends badly, because people's friends don't really know what kind of person their friends want, they just think they do.

Don't set your friends up with people, it gets ugly.

Butabup.

First real entry

It's been about an hour since I created this blog, so I figured it's time to update. Still at work, mind you. My job is not too taxing, it's quite relaxed actually. When I don't have something to do, I may go to the chinese buffet for lunch with my friend Cory, who also works with me, or maybe I'll just go for a drive in my company truck (I don't actually own it, I just use it at work) and listen to the new Acceptance cd. While this job pays well and is very easy, I want more. I want a job I can be proud of. I'd like to be able to answer the question "What do you do for a living?" Because this will never be a living, it's a temporary position any way you look at it. It's very good for me right now, it's got good hour (depending on how you look at it) and I have very little work-related stress.
I guess what got me thinking about this is a movie I saw last night, Annapolis. It was a very good movie about a young man who was raised with shipworkers across the river from the Annapolis Naval Academy. His father was content with him becoming a worker like him, but he resented the fact that his father would settle for such mediocrity and went away to the Navy. Everyone he knew from home believed he would fail, but he proved them wrong. I want to prove someone wrong, even though I don't think any of my friends or family consider me a failure, I feel like one. I don't want to get all dramatic about it, I'm happy. But, I feel I have accomplished nothing in my life: I'm going nowhere with school, my job is pretty set with no room for advancement, etc. I would like to change these things, but my problem is that I feel content with the right now and wrongly am not concerned so much with the future. I guess certain life experiences have made me worry more about living my life in the now before it's too late. So hopefully, I can turn some of this stuff around.

See Annapolis, it was a great movie.

Butabup.

It's a Start

Well, today is Groundhog's Day. I figured I should do something to commemorate the event. Therefore I have created this blog. I don't expect many or any people to read this, but if nothing else this is for me to look back at to see what an idiot I am on any given day. So, whether or not anyone is reading, I plan on updating often. I'm at work right now, so I guess I'll be getting back to that.