a loss for words

No, I'm not speaking of another bad decision by Bush to nominate a completely unqualified person to serve on the Supreme Court. At least she did the smart thing and dropped out of the running.

tuesday- I forget what I did during the day, although I'm sure it wasn't that relevant and it'll probably be another boring story of what I did on one of my off-of-school days. I went to work at 5 and cleaned out the loft the whole time. It's not so much that I mind cleaning and rearranging things, but that loft is no more than 2.5 feet in height. I mean, a great place to take a nap or sip a cold cola, but to work for three hours? Crazy. After, I came home and watched the WSOP. I was kind of suprised to see that one kid crying because he called 200k with the second nut flush. Oh well kid, you're 23 and you're crying over a poker hand? Plus, Mike Matusow is the man. His annoucing from the floor about how he had accumulated 500k in chips was probably the funniest thing in the WSOP so far. Honorable mention to the Japanese lady who kept saying "all-in" and pushing her chips in before the flop. Just honorable mention for that because it was a little scary, I won't lie.
wednesday- I ran around in the morning and was mega-late for a meeting that ended up getting cancelled this week and every week in the future. Thank god, sleep > meetings. I dont' really remember much about this day other than I felt very good all day. I was awake during all of English, stats let out early, psychology let out early, and I was able to keep focused during cinema art which is a rare event. That night, nick and I went to skyview. I was very pleased with the way I played the 40 dollar game, although I finished 30th place. I can metaphorically feel the rust shaking off my no limit game as I continue to play every week. Since my bankroll is limited right now, I'm trying to play as many freerolls as I can. After, I played in a 30 dollar SNG where some guy was telling a bad beat story as I was trying to focus. I really got no cards and finished in fourth. I played another one and this time I was playing well. I made two huge bluffs to accumulate about 4k in chips. The same douche that was telling the bad beat story had a big chip stack and would not quit telling the story to anyone that would or would not listen. Apparently, his Q10 got "cracked" by K4, which, coincedently, happens to be the better hand. I ended up playing him heads up with a 210/60 chop. It was weird because every time we got the money in(3 times) one of us had A10 and the other had A9...I had two chances to knock him out, once with A10 where his A9 turned a 9 on me, and the other where i had A9 and he had me outkicked with A10. Thanks to joann, her bf brian, and some other random guy who was rooting for me, for sweating the heads up match. After that, I waited about another hour(that's 2.5 hours now) for a seat to open up in 3/6 limit. The table didn't look all that tough, with some familiar faces. However, with the week I had last week, I was as humble as humble can get. I went down to about 60 early before flopping a nut flush and getting up to about 120. What kinda pissed me off was this hand. Family pot, 30 dollars there, I have A3s and flop comes down 985 two spades. Guy in first position bets and everyone folds to me, and I call along with two others. Turn comes three of spades, he bets, I call, two others fold. River is a 5 and he bets, I raise, and he calls. He says before we show, "I bet you sucked out on me". I replied with, "No, I don't think so." and flipped over A3s for the nut flush. He said "Yeah you did you idiot". I tried to keep a cool head but as Charlie Murphy once said, "My ghetto side was telling me, kick this *****'s ass right now." Instead, I politely explained that I was getting 11-1 odds on a 5.5-1 call. That's double. Suck out on that cocksucker.
btw, I left at 204 to put me up like 70 bucks for the night. I think nick ended up leaving up a whole dollar. Hah
today- I knew that I was going to have to do a bunch of homework today, so I got down to it about one o clock. I caught up on chapter 7 for psychology(still two behind) and I thought about going to get Civ4(which I hear is incredible), but I ran out of time before work. Work was okay, I buffed the floors for awhile and just hung out. After that, I went over nayhouse's and we played this ancient baseball board game that was pretty awesome. I played as the 57 Milwauke Braves and he was the 36 Yankees. He ended up taking the series when Warren Spahn blew game one and Aaron, Matthews, and Jordan struck out consecutively to end game three. I had that too. Haha. Anyways, we watched a very funny episode of South Park that involved butters changing into a girl and supposedly dieing. I won't explain it all, but at the end his parents lock what they think is the "sinister" butters in the basement and feed him a human body. Haha. Also, we caught a short bit on Trent Lott saying something like, "I hope Bush finds the best man, woman, or minority for the Supreme Court job." What an idiot. Who can blame him though, he's friends with the president? The title also refers to my writing of my English paper which was not going too good, so I wrote a blogger report to try to find some words.

The poem is by Robert Frost, it's about nature calling him out to enjoy its wonders, in my opinion. Enjoy.

The Telephone
By: Robert Frost

"When I was just as far as I could walk
From here to-day,
There was an hour
All still
When leaning with my head against a flower
I heard you talk.
Don't say I didn't, for I heard you say-
You spoke from that flower on the window sill-
Do you remember what it was you said?"

"First tell me what it was you thought you heard."

"Having found the flower and driven a bee away,
I leaned my head,
And holding by the stalk,
I listened and I thought I caught the word-
What was it? Did you call me by my name?
Or did you say-
Someone said 'Come'-I heard it as I bowed."

"I may have thoughts as much, but not aloud."

"Well, so I came."

mh

weekly update

I haven't updated in a week for not so obvious reasons. Not even I know what these reasons are, so don't ask. I'm definitely enjoying this ability to access almost anything at psu mckeesport. It's awesome to be able to type up a blogger report in the middle of nowhere during a class that was cancelled. If you didn't pick up on that, those were all things that you couldn't do in high school. Anyways....

wednesday- I skipped the meeting in the morning because I was so tired and sleep>doing nothing at a meeting. I got there in time to eat half breakfast, half lunch meal. Classes weren't that bad, and I went home at like 430. Nick and I went to the skyview event that night which is cool as always. In the 40 dollar tournament, for the first two levels I grinded away and improved my stack 60% to 8k+. Then the following hand came up. Everyone folded around to me and I was in the SB with 46c. I called and the gentleman to the right of me in the BB checked. The flop came down A35 with the 3 and 5 being clubs. I was pumped, that meant I had 17 outs and was drawing to an open ended straight flush draw! The pot was 3k so I bet half of it, almost wanting him to call, but not minding a steal right there. He called, and the turn came with a blank. I bet the rest of my 5k and he called with A9. Of course, I missed all of my 17 outs on the river and secured a quick finish. At the 3/6 tables, I went from doing everything right last week and nothing right this week. I was playing so liberally, and was raising at a full table with q10 suited, which always provides for disastorous results. The simple fact is that if you have bad cards, you can't consistently beat worse players with better cards. Enough said. Nick murdered the 2.50/5 game(I won't go into figures), so at least one of us did well.
thursday- Didn't do much to speak of. Went to work and did homework throughout the day.
friday- Had class until 3 and then went to see Doom with bradburn and some other old high school friends. It was a good time, I won't bore you with details, although I definitely recommend it for anyone. Bradburn came down and we played the new WPT game and NHL 06 for the rest of the night.
saturday- Worked from 9-5, and truthfully did nothing at all. It was fun though, ron even admitted that we wasted the whole day. After, nayhouse and i watched the baseball game and went out for a little while. We discussed the intricacies of polymorphism and inheritance in java(don't ask) and then he told me that I should visit mt union because it's a kick ass school. I might do that.
sunday- Worked from 10-4 and came home and worked on my statistics for awhile longer. I'm trying to consolidate the rest of this post because I want to go play pool and the computer room is filling up with loud douches.

mh

sorry to keep my fans waiting

yeah, sorry guys....the three of you that there are out there, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for another post as I have been extra busy over the last week(middle of the semester), so I've actually been getting a lot done in the time that I usually chill with people, talk online, write this blog, or, if I'm absolutely feeling lazy, watching tv....anyways

friday- No school today because of "study" day(there's another term that we at PSU use for that day, but little kids read this blog so I'll abstain from using that word). I got some stuff done, but a day at school would have been much more productive. I got to continue to work on my play though, so that's always good to have time to pursue your creative intuitions as well. That night, I chilled with nayhouse for the first time in what seemed like ages. It's quite amazing that after like....i don't know, 13 years, we haven't got tired of the stupid ass jokes we make. Quite interesting though, we went to wendy's and saw six of the sluttiest girls ever. They sat down next to us and said something like, "hey boys, we suck dick for a cheeseburger an hour". It wasn't quite that, by their slutty nature was implying that. There was one girl who was decent there, but she was a big time smoker. I just never got smoking. It's expensive, makes you run slower, and I really just don't see how anyone could derive pleasure out of just inhaling as you can feel the nicotine stick to your lungs. That's just me though, I'm crazy like that. Moving on, we watched the NLCS game 2 where the astros whooped up on the cardinals, and then I went home.
saturday- Not a whole lot to say about saturday. I went to work from 9-5 which wasn't that bad. I spent the last hour and a half slowly cleaning the popcorn machine and then listening to the PSU game on the radio. It was fun, and I was so inspired that afterwards I went across the street to Giant Eagle to get my Powerball ticket. Unfortunately for you three readers, I did not match any one of my six numbers, so you will not recieve the 1% you're entitled to. AOL is starting to gey up on me so I'm going to start to consolidate the rest of the time. After that, I had to watch my brother for the night while my parents bowled. I really can't figure out why a twelve year old needs my supervision. When I was twelve years old I was too busy saving the world in the day and trying to maximize my porn viewing time in the evening to worry about adult supervision. To make things worse, little douche invited at least three or four of his friends down to do whatever they did. I tried to continue writing my play, but every time that I would start getting somewhere, one of them would come up to the laptop and try to look at my work, which was quite annoying. I settled for studying psych and stats the rest of the night
sunday- Once again, nothing that exciting. Worked 10-4 and mindy told me that I might have a future in interior decorating. If you're interested in seeing why I have no future there, come down ACE in Caste and looked at the Christmas setup. Enough said. Afterwards, I watched another heartbreaking football end, but the astros won and everyone knows that baseball>football, so that was good enough. I think I read a little, did my Comm paper, did my English paper, and just hung out the rest of the night.
monday- Sorry for the cramming of everything tonite, btw. English sucked, stats and psych were just like normal, comm was fine because there was a speaker there instead of marchesani. At the break, I half studied for Ed Theory, half talked to this chic whose name is slipping my mind right now. It was prob. better that I did, I actually got some studying done. I took my Ed Theory test and got like a 75% on it. I can only imagine what that would have been had I not studied. I came home, read, watched LB at 10(great, yet suprising episode) and talked to anna for awhile....<3
tuesday(i guess that'd be today)- I woke up around 10, and layed around for the longest time. I simply could not get motivated to do anything, so I did nothing. Eventually, I picked up the harmonica that I hadn't played in the longest time, and started to play again. I can play Mary Had a Little Lamb and this Bob Dylan that doesn't sound half bad. The intricacies of the harmonica might make me want to start playing again. After, I went down to bowling to help the kiddos. Always fun talking to all the old people. Ms. Geis told me she'd put me down as a chaperone on the bus. Are you serious, me as a chaperone? Awesome, but somewhat scary. Haha. Also, steph was like, if you go to the game on monday night, you wanna get drunk before that? She laughed like she was joking, but I wish she wasn't. I can only imagine what drinking with the normally crazy geises would be like. That we'll have to save for another day. Anyways, I worked till 8 and berman spent the last 30 min. telling me how he got dicked out of bowling with the US National team. I can sympathize because I know how it is to be better than people and not start over them. Oh well. Oh yeah, someone mentioned that they might need pitchers for the PSU Mckeesport team. Yours truly might be returning under desperate circumstances. I think that if I give myself enough time to prepare for the season, I can get it up there at about 80 mph with a nice changeup. My curve was never heralded, henceforth, I'd rarely use it. I was always a fastball-changeup pitcher even in my glory days. The game never changes, just the people that play it. Baseball is the game that I love. I think Shoeless Joe Jackson reflected my attitude best once by saying: "Man, I did love this game. I'd have played for food money. It was the game... The sounds, the smells." That's enough said for now.

No poetry tonite, just a good night and good day to you all.

mh

beyond the felt

today was a very interesting day....i'll get to it later.

yesterday- I woke up early(but not early enough) to go to the cinema art group meeting that I was 10 minutes late to. However, kim was even more late than I was, so I had breakfast with her and she told me about her spanish class and some other shit. Definitely a cool chic. Anyways, I proceeded to work on my English paper from 11-12 and then went to english to learn something. Did about the same in Stats and Psych. In cinema art we went over cinematography and watched some LOTR scene and got out early. After school, I ate and picked up nick to go to skyview. In the 40 dollar game I basically never found anything to play, and blinded myself to death with 4 tables left. Oh well. The real fun started at 3/6 limit. For about the first two hours I was floating a little bit under 100. After kinger and kloby left at 11, nick asked me if I wanted to go, and I said no. I was slightly under 100, but I thought that with some cards I could go on a tear. After going outside to call my girlfriend(what a pussy move), I hit a rush that lasted for the next two and a half hours. It wasn't so much that I was recieving great starting cards, but more so that I was semi-bluffing at oppurtune times and my bluffs were working in limit. Another reason I won is because this kid also named Matt gave me most of his chips. He remarked that he was leaving for a 10/20 NL game after this at the Hamptons, and he said that I was one of the better limit players that he'd ever seen. The whole skyview experience was fun and landed me up about 300 for the night. I payed the debt that I owed nick and took him home about 2. By 3, I had crashed in bed.

today- I woke up at 10 and turned in my stats activities. By the way, I declared this a homework free day(first one in 6 weeks) so that was good. All day, I basically watched tv, went to western union to deposit on pokerstars, and then went to work at 5. Ron was back and had some wild tales from the west to tell us. Okay, so he didn't, I lied. But it would be pretty sweet if he saw Wild Bill's grave or something. Anyways, I worked with angie most of the time and she and I argued(kinda) about how the store should be operated. Of course I'm right, and she'll come to that conclusion eventually. After work, I played some serious PS and talked to some people online. I was up about 75 for the day, but no, my greedy ass decided to take a "cooldown" session playing 1/2. I lost 20 because I just couldn't get anything started. Then, I got even more greedy and signed up for a 35+3 game where my queens lost to aces. I even knew he had aces or kings, yet unwillingly shoved in my stack after he bet 300 on the flop. He called and flipped over aces and I was a 90/10 dog and was unable to hit anything. After the hand, I said to myself, I knew he had aces when he raised double before the flop. Why didnt' I lay it down? One thing led to another and I began to realize that there's more to this "dream" life that I've been wanting to live for the last three months. Playing cards is a fun thing to do. I really like to play and could play probably three nights a week and not feel burnout. I learned my lesson from bowling and baseball. When I was 13, I pitched everyday and my arm hurt so bad by my last season of pony that I've only pitched half a dozen times since. Same thing happened with bowling. My sophmore year, because I wasn't able to play baseball, I practiced seven days a week, three games a session. By the middle of the season I wanted to shoot myself anytime that I saw a bowling alley. Had it not been for the social excitement that n00b, bethanne, maura, mike "the sleeeeeze" roth, jesse, and i-am-pie-tro brought to the team, I might have quit out of sheer boredome. I have decided not to make that my destiny so to speak here. Just remember that some lifestyles are not what they appear to be, and playing cards is one of them. I used to gawk at Daniel Negreanu when, in his blog, he would state that he took whole days off to "chill out". Man, I thought, if I had his bankroll, I'd never stop playing. Well, I realized that he probably would have killed himself if he played everyday. So I'm not stopping playing poker, just not thinking about poker a lot. As Larry Phillips states, there is a world beyond poker- one "of nature and love and art and music and people, a world of pheasants in fields on autumn days and daughters graduating from college and bright faces on children in playgrounds, a wider world, one more well rounded and multidimensional than that of gambling." How true is that, I have almost forgot about that world over the last three months. Ahh what I've missed, I'm not sure. I can only hope for the future.

the poetry is one of my favorite selections about the simple pleasures of life....enjoy the 200 lines.

Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey
By: William Wordsworth
on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour, July 13, 1798

Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur. Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view
These plots of cottage ground, these orchard tufts,
Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves
'Mid groves and copses.Once again I see
These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms,
Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
With some uncertain notice, as might seem
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire
The Hermit sits alone.

These beauteous forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye;
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration: -feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure; such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence

On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered, acts
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust,
To them I may have owed another gift,
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,
In which the burthen of the mystery,
In which the heavy and the weary weight
Of all this unintelligible world,Is lightened:-that serene and blessed mood,
In which the affections gently lead us on -
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame
And even the motion of our human blood
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep
In body, and become a living soul;
While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.

If this
Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft -
In darkness and amid the many shapes
Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir
Unprofitable, and the fever of the world,
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart -
How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee,
O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!

And now, with gleams of half-extinguished though
With many recognitions dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity,
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years. And so I dare to hope,
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led -more like a man
Flying from something that he dreads than one
Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then
(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,
And their glad animal movements all gone by)
To me was all in all. -I cannot paint
What then I was. The sounding cataract
Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms, were then to me
An appetite; a feeling and a love,
That had no need of a remoter charm,
By thought supplied, nor any interest
Unborrowed from the eye. -That time is past,
And all its aching joys are now no more,
And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts
Have followed; for such loss, I would believe,
Abundant recompense. For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue. And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye, and ear -both what they half create,
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise
In nature and the language of the sense
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being.

Nor perchance,
If I were not thus taught, shouldI the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me here upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once,
My dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold
Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;
And let the misty mountain winds be free
To blow against thee; and, in after years,
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured
Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,
Thy memory be as a dwelling place
For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then,
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me,
And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance -
If I should be where I no more can hear
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence -wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream
We stood together; and that I, so long
A worshipper of Nature, hither came
Unwearied in that service; rather say
With warmer love -oh! with far deeper zeal
Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget,
That after many wanderings, many years
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs,
And this green pastoral landscape, were to me
More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!

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just a kid on tilt

this is going to be a long post. I just thought that I'd fairly warn everyone before they started reading, because if you don't like long posts, I'd advise you to stop reading my blog right now and never come back

friday- had class until 3 which was pretty boring, but it was at least something to do....then listened to the mark curcio radio show while playing pool in the pool room(coincedence?) from 3-5...if you're interested in the show, go http://www.freewebs.com/markcurcioradioshow for info on how you can listen to the show...afterwards, mark and i went out to kings and met up with some of his other buddies that were cool...it kinda reminded me of chilling with justov, ferg, kazour, mexican, booter, bradburn, or zack-O during hs....same brand of kids, just different names...after kings, we went over to some kid's house(forget the name) and played cards and watched the penguin game. It was a 5$ cash table and I was just basically just messing around the whole time. I hit trip queens on the second hand which boosted my stack to almost 10$, but then I was calling dollar rereaises with 94 suited and I went allin for my last 2.50$ with 9-2 off...i was just trying to double down.....heh, anyways, I drove home and talked to anna for awhile before calling it a night

saturday- woke up super early for me(8 am) to gallavant(which is a pretty cool word btw) to work...basically after making the free popcorn for the kiddies at 10 am, I almost cleaned out 1/3 of the loft by bringing down christmas boxes. As exciting as that sounds, it's early October and the ceiling in the loft is no higher than 3 feet and there are electrical boxes and light bulbs sticking out of everywhere....in the words of chris "cassidy" cass: "I must have lost 5 billion brain cells up there." How true brother, how true. Afterwards I did my traditional saturday night thing when I have to watch my brother while my parents go drink, that would be to watch the WPT from 6-10....alright, so I get bored and do something else after an hour, but that's always the plan. I think I started my stats homework and then talked to anna and went to bed.

sunday- once again, I had to wake up early(9 am this time) to go to work...the day wasn't bad except for the chapons like work(real hard, makes you want to kill the person in charge....ferg could tell you about it if I'm not explaining it correctly). However, I got to work with someone else for a change so it wasn't that bad. I found out that mindy is pretty interesting and definitely makes for good work conversation. We talked about her adventures at the hookah bar and mine at late night poker. It at least made the pain of bringing down all the shit from the loft somewhat exciting. After work, I chilled at home for awhile and then wrote my case study for psychology(or maybe that was thursday night) but anyways I did some type of homework

yesterday- school is long, and it is a bitch. It was the long day and the watching of LOTR in comm kinda did save two hours of my day, but still. During the break I chilled and played pool. After class went to christina's for the steeler game and it was a pretty good time. This kid that mark called harold was there and he was an awesome dude...the game was fun, it was cool to see mark and christina together, i think it's a good situation for both of them...the game got really tight at the end, but my man jeff reed kicked the game winner. I left at about 1 and crashed after getting home at 130.

today- woke up in a kind of pissed off mood. It was just one of those days where nothing could go right. I had to drive all the way out to mckeesport to get a stupid piece of paper and on the way out of the parking lot I wasn't paying attention and hit the curb. The FUCKING CURB...you have to be a dumbass to hit the curb. So I came home and watched my IQ decrease as I watched MTV and ESPN and then went to coach at bowling practice. That was kinda fun, it always is. I helped out little bradburn and this dan kid who could be good someday in the future. Talking with jesse, brian, no 200 neeeero, bethanne, maura, n00b, and wholer just reminds of the days that once were. I definitely want to stay and coach at least this year, because it is good experience with working with high school kids and the commrodary(sp?) is good...work was alright, afterwards I came home and watched the main event with my dad...what a tough beat harman took on that straight flush, gg....after I tried to write my paper, but I continuously felt like punching something(don't worry, I restrained) and I tried the anti-tilt music, but that didn't work....so I started blogging in an attempt to get ready to write my paper...yes, it is going to suck, but I don't care at all....sobeit

poetry is my poem i chose for african lit.....enjoy

Omen
By: Birago Diop

A naked sun- a yellow sun-
The pure yellow sun of hasty dawns
Pours waves of gold upon the bank
Of a pure yellow river

A naked sun-a white sun-
A sun naked and white
Pours waves of silver
Upon a white, white river

A naked sun- a red sun
A sun naked and red
Pours waves of red blood
On a red, red, river.

mh

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yes, a longer post is coming soon....

i just posted this to let you all know that I'm not out of business, rather that I've been extremely busy during the last week....check back tomorrow, i'll have a post up tomorrow morning

mh

the christening

i'll cover the title later....

yesterday(friday)- had school from 12-3 and the last class was only until 230 because i finished the test early....i thought it was easy, but ended up getting like 70% on it...oh well...after school i talked to ben and we went to rc cola stadium(glen rosing) to play football...it was a fun time and i hadn't played in so long, so it was quite fun....afterwards i went up bradburns and he, leigh, and i ended up heading out for awhile...the night was capped off by an anna convo...<3

today- i worked from 9-5 which actually wasn't that bad....after i came home and cut the grass and then ran out to office max and giant eagle to get some stuff...tonight i plan on studying cinema art and theory of education....

tonight is also the christening of my poker career(in a legal sense)...im pumped for 12:01 to roll around so that i can fire up FTP and start playing with the big boys....wish me luck...

also, tonight, instead of poetry there is the annual 3 month funniest comments, so enjoy....turnout was kinda poor this time, but not bad.

Funniest Comments Version 2
Copyright 2005
Editor: Matt Hartman

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(Boo Caldwell has just been intentionally walked)
Ben Aul: Good eye Boo!

Nayhouse: u kno who was looking extra hott
Me: boos gf
Me: lynch's sister
Nayhouse: yea
Nayhouse: yea

Norman Chad: I think they should up the limit on this thing. 30 and prove you’ve had a shot of whiskey in your life.

kev2e: Reggie i remember u from last night
kev2e: yeah u really $&#$ed me over
Reggie Newman: sorry man
kev2e: with 9 4 off

pogari: gg
BorgataDan [observer]: then why do i feel like i just got raped?

Anna: u no i could go to wendys like 97 times
Me: no, not since they whored themselves out and gave up the dollar menu

Anna: u wont be able to last all night
Me: haha that's what she said- and she was damn wrong

Ryan Snyder: What if on the Sylvan Learning Center commercial they said that Sylvan helped me read gooder?

Maura: im out like a boner in sweatpants!!

Immekus: lee was playing pretty bad
Mrhmrh102: was he high
Immekus: bluffed so much
Immekus: maybe lol

Justov: see dude, all those times u called me a pothead

Nayhouse: hey if u pull a freddie bacco i'll give u a dollar

Game show host: Finish this phrase: “Better late than _______”
Old Lady: “Pregnant!”

Mom: “You know what they say, black don’t crack”
Drew: “More like, black takes crack”

Dad: “You know what Kenny Rogers sang….”
Drew: “I punched a cameraman…”

Ben Aul: I like to pass my knowledge on to others
Ben Aul: See Nayhouse, you’re the first person to take my advice about weed.

Kevin: That’s a shitty looking blunt right there.
Ben Aul: Hey man, don’t judge a blunt by how its rolled

Random Guy: Phil, what’s your favorite sports team?
Phil Ivey: The one I’m betting on.

(Poker D-N-A has just tripled his 2k buyin to almost 6.5k)
Arsenic (Observer): he’s got his hands in his pants, just give him a moment to calm down and he’ll be back

Space_Aces: if u hav real money, u go to real money tables

treeeeeeee [observer]: martin ur a ****
treeeeeeee [observer]: im gonna find u and strangle u

Me: hey dude just look at it this way- if u cash out ur ps money u can fill ur tank with gas
Bradburn: u have the link, or go on PS
Me: dude it was a joke
Bradburn: ah
Bradburn : it would be funny tho
Bradburn: trade your FPPs for gas

Mrhmrh102: dude that was so awkward tonite
Nayhouse: yea it was, that bitch hit my sunglasses

Nayhouse: its either reefa or women
Nayhouse: n guess what, the reefa never lets me down

Me: turbans tellin me about this frat party he just came from
Bradburn: is he drunk?
Bradburn: i cant believe turban went to a frat party
Me: yeah he is

Booter: lots of area to cover lol and I had to do it without visual confirmation

Kinger: You know what we’re doing is illegal. This whole gambling thing is completely illegal.
Kloby: No way dude, we’re playing for our favorite charity.

Me: and i cant drive so im basically fucked until further notice

gamma21 [observer]: hey grinder, florida -6.5 or tenn +6.5?
Dealer: The break will start when the current hand finishes
The Grinder: dont gamble
The Grinder: play poker

Me: don't worry about it, nayhouse's talking accounts for three or four people

Nayhouse: lol, i dont think u should this week
Nayhouse: wait till next week, were havein a pizza party next week

Mrhmrh102: aol just sucks, my connection blows balls constantly
Nayhouse: im not gonna disagree with u

Me: no dude, come bowling with us
Me: we wont be having sex till later

Ms. Hill: And Horace Mann is the founder of modern day education
Mark(laughs): Is his name really Horse-man? Like the body of a human and the head of a horse?

(At the Pizza Hut Buffet)
Me: How long you think that bitch has been working here?
Justov: 48 years.

(The sign outside the Pizza Hut Buffet says “Oven Broken” and Ferg has walked over to one of the workers.)
Ferg: What do you mean, there’s no problem, I can fix it!
Worker Lady: But there’s no manager here.

Nayhouse: So hows that all goin?
Me: Oh, not too good, I pissed her off pretty bad.
Nayhouse :What, how’d you do that?
Me: I’m not quite sure

Immekus: once i raised all in with bottom pair and he called with a gutshot
Immekus: on the flop
Immekus: he donated a lot of chips to me

(Harley Hall has just doubled up three times in a row)
Vince Van Patten: Man, he really gets his money worth in these things.

Anna: We played Euchre today
Anna: It’s hot.
Me: Poker is sexy.
Anna: No I meant heat hot.