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I must be really bored tonight. This is my third post. I just read this and then read some stuff by some of her friends, also in bangkok and it suddenly hit me how boring my life is and how boring it's making me. Sometimes it's hard to see from the inside. It takes a ho (seriously, check it out...this girl likes the dick and likes to talk about it) from bangkok to show what some people's (real or imagined it's hard to tell) lives are like. And it wouldn't be all that impossible to do. I just feel like I've already resigned myself to mediocrity at 25. Maybe its just Family Matters and the promise of another episode once this one is over that's making me depressed or restless or however it is that I feel.

In other news, I am fostering a deep, deep hatred for Neil Boortz. The worst part about him is that he even lies about what he believes. He keeps saying he's a libertarian and hates the republicans just a tiny bit less than the democrats; but I've been listening to his show for weeks now and he hasn't said one thing (that I've heard) about the libertarian party except when he uses it to prove he's not biased toward conservatives. Oh, and he's either a great actor/manipulator or he's a moron and, on some issues, certifiably insane. But, that's my liberal bias and I guess this is a medium so technically I'm part of the elitist liberal media establishment and this isn't the page for politics anyway.

My Good Weekend

I slept Friday night.

I was bored on Saturday and Margaret was in Virginia at her Aunt's wedding so I went driving around with a list of things to do. Things like to get my hair cut, go to Goodwill and get some "new" clothes, and look at prices of outdoor furniture for our Halloween party. Things like that. Basically it was just so I didn't sit at the house and play Xbox football all day (I'm to the 2012 season in less than a week).

The thing is, the only thing on my list I got done was to get some coffee. I also went to Target and bought some 10 lb ankle weights, which I have been wearing since Saturday, and a jump rope. I drank my coffee in the car listening to CarTalk and decided to drive to High Point to see if Lucas was home since his phone had been "turned off" the last 2 times I had tried to get in touch with him. So I went to High Point and Beaver and Beaver were both there along with Flippy and Linc's new "friend" from Raleigh. There was talk of going to the World Beer Festival in Durham and Linc and his friend actually did go. Flippy left to go ride with her friend which left Lucas and I to have a 2 man Beer Festivus of our own. Which we happily did.

It was an afternoon (and night) of drinking, highlow-redblack, and politicking (if politicking means talking politics and basically agreeing with each other... except for Lucas's feeling that voting didn't really matter; which may be true, but is such a clichéd attitude of the youth of the last few generations that I hate to fall into it). [I just looked up politicking and that is what it means, basically].

Woke up fairly early on Sunday and basically stayed awake till Monday afternoon. When I woke up tonight my eyes were dry as shit and bright red. I really don't think I'll be able to work nights for too much longer. But I am kind of nervous that I won't be able to get a normal job and wake up in the daytime anymore. Like being diurnal is a skill that I've lost. I was never very good at it, but its been almost a year since I started working third shift.

And with that I leave you.

Bored word play

I felt the slip a second sooner than expected
and since the feeling's never left me
I kind of feel like I'm just floating
in the darkness in the water
alone not thinking,
arrested resting.
Just waiting till the sinking starts.


Retarded;
tarnished controlling brothers
holding wrists and twisting, pinching
fists hit with too much force,
slightly torn flesh is what resulted.
Reddened, bluish, yellowed, blackened:
these arms are rainbows arcing
twisted rays almost escaping.
My tips and toes so close to heaven.

So, yeah... I started to think that blogging wasn't as cool as it seemed..

...but I really don't have much of an outlet since I don't really see anybody during the week. I need some way to vent about the news, share things with the outside world, and practice my typing skills. So, I know it's been 2 months (actually more like 2.66) without a post on here or my other, more politically oriented, blog. So, I'll recap what's happened in the last 2 & 2/3 months. Lots of things have changed.

1. First, Margaret and I moved into a house together near UNCG. We're pretty good as roommates, especially since we don't really see each other during the week due to our opposite schedules. I feel bad sometimes because (since I sleep while she's awake) she feels like she has to be really quiet or out of the house till 10 every night. That's really my fault since I tend to fall asleep in the den much more often than in my room because the den is much darker in the daytime. So, basically she's paying rent for a house that she doesn't spend a lot of time in. But, maybe that's ok. Her choice, I guess.

2. I stopped smoking!! At least I've not smoked a cigarette in the last month and a half or so. That's pretty good for someone who smoked regularly for 8-9 years. I quit cold turkey when I got back from Vermont (where I, and several others, experienced Phish's last official show despite numerous setbacks and delays). I quit because my throat hurt and was sick. Then I lost my voice for three or four days. I figured I might as well keep going after I'd gone for a week. We'll see how long I go.

Now that I think about it, it would have made for interesting blogging to document the progress of my smoking cessation. The thoughts that occasionally went through my head. Maybe I'll start again just so I can write about it. But, I guess I'm still going through it. I mean, I wouldn't mind smoking a cigarette right now, y'know? Wow; just writing about smoking is making me want one. So, maybe it's better that I didn't sit here night after night and write about how much I wanted to smoke. Obsessing probably wouldn't have helped my cravings.

3. I said lots of things had changed...I guess that's not really true. A few things have changed. I have a goatee now. Really, it's just practice for the beard that I will eventually grow. What else? I've been cooking more. I made Margaret a cake for her BD. I made empanadas last week and I'm still eating them since I made six. I also have a bunch of the filling left over which would make good spaghetti sauce with a little tomato sauce. Um... I bought an xbox to reward myself for not smoking...someone stole Margaret's new lawn mower out from under our house. Fucking animals. So we're now sharing Luke's and Linc's (beaver & beaver).

4. Oh! I, arch-nemesis of all things cellular and phone-like in nature, got a cell phone since we weren't going to get a house phone. I have to admit that it is more convenient. GOing to Vermont it saved us. We probably wouldn't have made it without one.

Anyway, that's all I can think of right now and this post is way too long already. Now that I broke the seal hopefully I'll keep this a little more updated. Also, check out Tunkamerica for some mind-blowingly (blowingly?) insightful reactions to news of the day as the campaign drags itself painfully closer and closer to the finish line. I lost interest for a while because it all seemed so petty and Kerry looked like he was going to win. Now, that the outcome is less assured I feel like I need to do my tiny little part to preach to the choir and provide some links to stories we've all read anyway. Anyway, I'm out.