side blog 5: poker, girls, and the "real world"

I have nothing really to update because I took a break from the usual friday activities this week to go out and have a little fun playing cards. Basically, a bunch of people were busy and I wanted a change from the norm. I played 1/2 NL and ended up winning a peanut of a margin after about 5 hours.

However, I'd like to use the rest of this space to discuss how poker relates to life. I think understanding your purpose in life is very difficult to do, so you have to make comparisons to things that are more understandable(ie sports, books, famous people). I've really never liked trying to describe a part of life with something else because it always feels that something is lost in the translation. So the rest of this will be devoted to how poker almost perfectly mirrors love. Let's start at the beginning. Sometimes you look down and see a hand that you know is going to be great; you just get a feeling about this one. You know that going into it that you're going to get what you want out of this one. Problem is, these hands come around so rarely that you really have to relish in the moment whenever you find yourself in the middle of one of these. Most of the hands you look down at you just don't see anything you like. Then you'll come along a hand that's pretty borderline, but you decide to throw in a look and see how it developes. Almost parallel to love, you decide to see if anything materializes after the flop. If you have something like two small suited connectors and the flop comes down A K Q then you know that you've totally missed everything. It's somewhat like seeing a girl that you think you'll like and going out and having just an awful date. I mean, you saw potential at the start, but nothing happened. You totally missed everything and it's easy to get away from. You smile as you muck the hand, thinking briefly about what could have been. Then there are those flops that leave you guessing. You might flop a two way straight draw or a three or four flush and you really have to start thinking about how far you want to go with this one. When you decide to make the call and it materializes, the feeling is priceless. You know that you were behind and you cracked a better hand with some help. Sort of like when you go out with a girl and you notice that the date didn't go bad, but either one likes the other one more. Then, out of nowhere, they both decide that they like each other and all that began well ends well. However, when you don't hit these hands, it can be frustrating and can leave you not wanting to play those cards again. Finally, there are those hands that I'll simply refer to as "tilt causers". You just have an eerie feeling that you're going to get your teeth kicked in until they bleed. You flop two pair and you're up against a set. You know that after the money is in you need a miracle to get out of this one or you're going to fall faster than the iraqi air force during the first gulf war. You have a great date with a girl, you become interested, and then she plays it off like she's interested. Then, you realize that you've overcommitted yourself and that your bottom two pair don't look all that great anymore. Maybe you learn your lesson to take your time the next go around, but mostly you just leave with the sour feeling in your mouth. Maybe you thought you had something great and you got cheated on and didn't find out about it until all the chips were in the middle. Perhaps in the future you're lucky enough to go through this situation in the future and if you've learned your lesson, you can avoid getting burned. I think norman chad said it best once when he said: "great poker players make huge laydowns and that preserves their life in the future of the game. If they don't make these laydowns, they're out and amongst the railbirds." How true norman, how true.

mh

running bad

monday- I went to both psychology and history and both were worth going to. I passed my psychology test with an 80% or something like that which is good. After that, I was able to come home because PEPP was cancelled for spring break. I don't really remember exactly what I did, but I'm sure it involved playing basketball. Yeah, actually, I went outside and fixed my golf bag and cleaned off all my clubs.
tuesday- I didn't go to geography class because my alarm clock didn't go off again. I think I need to invest in a new one seeing that that's the second time it broke in the past week. I went to economics and it was a waste as always. In our softball game for our team, we lost 11-9 because we only had 9 guys and we left the bases loaded to end the game. That sucked really bad because we were down 11-4 going into the last inning and we rallied really good to make a game of it. In CI we just watched a presentation. Work was nothing new, except for an interesting situation that came up.
wednesday- I didn't go to psychology because I didn't feel like going. I've just been in one of those moods for the last month where I have no desire to learn. I think I'm starting to come out of it, but man have I burned some bridges this semester. It happens once a year where I have a time in the year that I'm completely unmotivated and I just do(or don't do) stupid thing after stupid thing. A recession of sorts for me. I came home, and played some more basketball and won my first game of the year. It only took about three weeks but I got the job done finally. Later on, I went to play cards. I was in the tournament and was up to about 18k until some guy called a huge bluff of mine which took me down to around 9k. A little later in the tournament, the guy UTG raised to 3000 and I went allin with AQ because I sensed weakness. It was folded around to chuck who looked down and splashed his chips into the pot faster than I've ever seen. I hate that guy, all he plays are good hands. The first guy who raised folded. The flop was Q 7 2 with two hearts which gave me a queen or a backdoor flush possibility. Neither hit. I wallowed for awhile about my unluckiness of having chuck wake up with aces and probably doubling up in that situation(the guy said he folded eights and my AQ would have been good on that board). I really, really wanted to make the final table, and not even for monetary purposes at all. That's nice and all, but the experience is much more valuable than any monetary compensation I could recieve for my efforts. I walked over to the 5/5 game and it was just getting started. I was teetering right around my original buyin for the better part of 2 hours when I lost with queens versus sevens(i had queens, he went allin and I called and then he promply flopped a set on a 7 3 2 board). I never improved and was stuck one buyin. I rebought, and got involved in a hand that I'll just collectively call, "The Hand". I have 10c8c and the flop is 2c 6d 9c. The pot is around 450 because some guy moved allin and I was getting the right odds to call. Essie bets out 150 and I think for awhile about it. I figure, I'm getting 4:1 on what I think is a 13 out situation(nine clubs, four sevens) so I call and phil calls behind me. The turn came with the nirvana card, the 7c. I couldn't believe it. I pushed my last 50 in and phil folded and essie called. We turned up our hands, I had a straight and a flush, essie had a set of sixes, and edmund, the guy who was allin before, had a higher flush. Then the second nirvana card hit...the 10c! It was a thousand dollar card, and very satisying becuase I really don't like either essie or edmund. From there on in, everything was downhill though. It was sickening to say the least. I had jacks once and on a 7 3 2 board(look familiar) a guy went allin with A7 and hit a set of sevens on the river. I had AK on a K 8 2 board and some guy had pocket kings and I lost a ton of money there. I attempted a huge semi-bluff on a 2 6 8 board when I had a flush draw. The turn came a J rainbow and I bet out 200 and the guy called. The river was a blank, and he showed J8. He said himself if he didn't make two pair on the turn that he was folding. I must have flopped top pair five times and been raised another hundred after I bet on the flop. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong. I ended up cashing down a little for my third consecutive losing session.
today- hit geography and economics with the one-two punch and was excited to leave econ 15 minutes early. I got down to the field for our playoff softball game earlier than ever and I was able to warm up a little bit. We were playing the team that beat us 11-9 the last game and we knew it would be a good game because we had such a close one last time. After five innings, the score was tied 0-0. With two outs in the top of the sixth, a ball was hit to our third basemen, a former baseball player. There were runners on first and second at the time, but he had no play at third because he had to charge to get the ball. He came in, set his feet, and then threw the ball about fifteen feet above my head. That left the bases loaded and another kid for their team who didn't have a hit all game singled up the middle to score two. We had a small rally in the bottom of the inning but ended up losing 2-0. I can't really be mad as I was 3-4 and played pretty good defense. Plus, it's only intramural softball. There's always next year. In CI our group did our presentation and we did a good job I think. Afterwards, we went to PEPP and I was kind of excited to see the kids again(first time in 2.5 weeks) and although the building was really stuffy a lot of work got done. I'm going to be sad to see them go next week because next week is the last week of PEPP. It's funny how you get that feeling at the end of something. I'll always remember Mr. Bartlett, my eighth grade history teacher telling us about how most presidents said they hated their job until a few weeks before they were done when they had to drag them kicking and screaming down Pennsylvania Avenue to get rid of them. I've often regretted the things that I didn't think I would miss a lot, things like summer picnics with the family, running in my babysitter's yard, or Squirrel Hill Baseball. Now that they're gone, I wish I could have them back more than anything. Most of them represent simplicity, a thing that I try to strive for in my life. Anyways, I came home and got my ass kicked in basketball yet again and then had steaks for dinner. Later on, I did something that I hadn't done in a long time, that being writing. I think I'm starting to come out of this early spring slump and I'm ready for summer.

mh

the weekend so far

friday- Began early with myself and nayhouse going out to breakfast at about 6:15. Eat n park was above average as always. Then, we hit up south park 9 hole golf course and we were the second people to tee off all day. For the first six holes, it was a beautiful morning. You couldn't have asked for a cooler, more relaxing start to the day. I was playing one of the better rounds of my life up until that point. I wasn't hitting the driver particularly well but I was getting up and down and still putting like a maniac but getting the job done. Then on hole 7 a small version of Hurrican Katrina began bringing winds and some severe downpour. We were able to quickly finish up the round and I ended up shooting 50 after choking on hole 9. The rain is no excuse to take four strokes when you're on the fringe. After that, I drove nayhouse home and went to my morning classes. Later, I came home and chilled but started feeling kind of shitty a little bit later in the day. I ended up not going to the pirate game because I didn't feel like going and I think that even if I did feel like going I might not have made it through the game. I started feeling better after a long nap and nayhouse came over for awhile. I forget what we did, but I went over hrehas. Everyone from the original "crew" was there. It was weird to have such a good crowd there. Well, I can't say that everyone was there. King and stock were elsewhere, but the side games were good. After gerner and immekus left, I was stuck about 100 but myself, ben, and kloby decided to continue the games. From that point on, I won probably 90% of the pots and could not miss. It was a sweet feeling to hit flop after flop after flop. In omaha one time, I flopped three pair and turned a fourth pair. Not that it counts for anything, but it was great to see. There was this one ridiculous pot where I had queens full of threes, ben had threes full of queens, and kloby hit trip threes. It was probably a 300 dollar pot and I scooped it with both of them drawing dead on the river. I ended up going up for the night, which is always good. More importantly, I had a lot of fun playing, especially when it got to three handed. You can always replace money. You can never replace good times; had or never had.
saturday- I woke up for work and went in at 9. We were pretty steadily busy all day and it was a rather quick 8 hours, although my legs were pretty sore at the end there. After napping for a few minutes, I called up nayhouse and I picked him up. We went outside my house and shot basketball. At the beginning, we couldn't hit shit. For the first half hour I think we were collectively shooting about 10% from the field. Then we began what will become a great tradition. Nayhouse took the ball, stood at the foul line, and before shooting, asked a question to the basketball hoop. Seriously, who is fucked up enough to talk to an inanimate object and say if he makes it the answer to his question is "yes' and if he misses, it is "no". That would be nayhouse for you. It actually turned out to be a pretty fun game, and suprisingly, most of the answers that it gave would hold the future of the night. We ate wendy's and then ventured off to last year's stomping grounds, mt lebo. Driving down mt lebo blvd reminds me of going to see erin and sarah last year. A somewhat eerie feeling to say the least. This time though, it was with a new group of people, all underclassmen. The only person I recognized from last year was sarah and the rest were new. We hung out outside sarah's house until about 11:15 and then I drove a couple of people home. Afterwards, nayhouse, leigh, and myself went to eat n park to grab a quick bite to eat. I drove them both home and stupidly decided to go to play poker. I never learn my lesson; I can legitimately say that I'm one of the most stubborn persons most of you will ever meet. I really don't know what went wrong, I got sucked out on twice, ran into big hands probably 5 times, and a kid made a great call once that I laud him for. All around, in the last week, I've dropped almost 25% of my bankroll. I've learned two important lessons though. Those would be to not play when you're in a bad mood and not to play when tired. Both can affect your game in big ways. I'm taking at least two weeks to redevelope my fundamentals and hopefully get in a better state of mind about things. It's funny how some things affect you and how some don't. That said, I think it's true that nothing really affects you a lot until you start thinking about it. One of my favorite quotes from maybe Rousseau is "there is nothing good or bad in this world, but thinking that makes it so." Amen to that. Tomorrow, I'm sleeping in for the first time in months and then going to my uncle's house for Easter. It should be fun, and I'm excited that there's no PEPP on monday and only 3 more total sessions after that. Also, we only have two more weeks of actual classes and then finals week. Thank god, because I am completely ready to stop thinking about school. At least for the time being.

Tonight, we'll do lyrics. I always liked this song, but once you really look at the lyrics, you realize how much of a classic that this song is.

New Kid In Town
By: The Eagles

There's talk on the street; it sounds so familiar
Great expectations, everybody's watching you
People you meet, they all seem to know you
Even your old friends treat you like you're something new

Johnny come lately, the new kid in town
Everybody loves you, so don't let them down

You look in her eyes; the music begins to play
opeless romantics, here we go again
But after awhile, you're lookin' the other way
It's those restless hearts that never mend

Johnny come lately, the new kid in town
Will she still love you when you're not around?
There's so many things you should have told her,
but night after night you're willing to hold her,
Just hold her, tears on your shoulder

There's talk on the street, it's there to
Remind you, that it doesn't really matter which side you're on.
You're walking away and they're talking behind you
They will never forget you 'til somebody new comes along
Where you been lately? There's a new kid in town
Everybody loves him, don't they?
Now he's holding her, and you're still around
Oh, my, my There's a new kid in town
Ooh, hoo
just another new kid in town.

Until next time,
mh

it's gonna be a good day

So my first class geography got cancelled becuase it is so nice outside. It's an exciting start to the day. I woke up today and felt somewhat refreshed, even though I only got six hours of sleep. If you've read my blog before or been around me for awhile, you'll know that I don't stay in bad moods for too long. Usually just a night and that's all. The release that I get whenever I write also helps with everything. So that's all.

Today, I still have a quiz in economics and then we have a softball game at 12 that I'm excited for. After that, I'll be hanging out with nayhouse for awhile either going golfing or bowling, depending on the weather. And later on I'm going to the penguin game with leigh and kristin. Should be a fun one.

Until next time,
mh

the sky turned yellow

It's the truth. Tonight, I saw more consecutive lightning bolts than I've ever seen in my life. It was just insane, just one after the other.

To begin with, I will give you a quick rundown of the weekend.
friday- I went to both of my classes and then came home and relaxed for awhile. Later, I hung out with bradburn and leigh and we went to eat n park and these two girls started talking to me when we were in line and bradburn mentioned a little later that he thought they were hot. However, he never went and talked to them. He's a good guy and a good friend but it makes me kinda mad to see that. Anyways, the night ended early and I got a decent night's sleep.
saturday- Work was good for the first half of the day. In the second half I had to build a wheelbarrow without using saw horses. English translation= I build a wheelbarrow on the unsteadiness of a raised platform. It was not fun to say the least because every time i would get the carriage bolt through the base and the wedge, I would have to quickly grab the bolt with my other hand so it wouldn't fall out of place. Such a pain in the ass. After work, I went over nayhouse's and hung out with him and schleicher for awhile. I finally killed that flat beer that he had for awhile. God was that nasty. Later, I went over hrehas for some side game action. The rest of the night I won't disclose because, well, you'll have to read about it in my book or something.
sunday- Work was alright, same old same old. After work, I played basketball and watched lefty win the Masters. A good tournament indeed. Later that night, nayhouse came over and we struggled endlessly trying to get my links to work on dreamweaver with the SSH client.
monday- class, then i went golfing. I can truly say that I enjoyed playing the round even though I shot a dismal 51.
tuesday- class, class, softball game(which we won), class, nothing, work, homework
today- class, class, gym, home, basketball, food, then cards later. Cards were terrible. I was just in a bad state of mind for about the last hour. I flopped two flushes where higher flushes were flopped. My kings ran into aces, my jacks into kings, and my tens into kings. Needless to say, I played well enough for awhile to almost get back to even before I took some tough shots. Nothing I could do really, just a series of unfortunate events. As I was walking to the car, I began to get into one of those reflective moods. Maybe the humidity and nonstop lightning had to do with it. I realized how exhausted I am. Exhausted from work. Exhausted from school. Exhausted from life in general. The bad thing is, I can't even point to one thing that it is. It's just a combination of things that are hitting me at the same time. At the start of 11th grade, I was still a really motivated kid. I loved to learn, play sports, and do all sorts of other things. Then I met a girl that I really, truly liked. She didn't like me though. It took me so long to accept the fact that it simply wasn't going to happen. I had to go away to a different city for a week and a half for that to be finished with. My senior year, I began to get a little of it back. I looked back on how stupid it was to be affected by this so much that I barely did well enough on the APUSH test to get a "passing" grade. Man would I have liked to taken that test again in a different state of mind. Senior year, I had nothing to really complain about for the first half of the year. Until about march, I had two different girlfriends that I was happy with. Happy enough to be motivated to do work. Then something bad happened. I was single and found out the girl I liked the year before claimed that she liked me. Nothing good could come of the situation and by april I liked her again. This lasted until about graduation, whence I realized I had to give it up for good now. It was hard, and I was back to being unmotivated again. Needless to say, I got back together with an old friend from the past and I was motivated again. I did well my first college semester, getting a 3.73. I was motivated enough to learn the material, but sometimes it still felt like something was missing. By february of this year, I was single again but a generally happy person. Then I had a month where I was affected by a fever then a terrible cough that I collectively call bronchitis, but I doubt it was actually that. I met a new girl who I genuiely like but am not sure of what the situation will be like. I'm really tired of going to work becuase it is boring and they are really knit-picky about doing things their way. God forbid I try not to conform and actually learn something for myself. In school, I've lost my curiosity. That's a terrible thing. A curious person will do well in school because he or she is intrinsicly motivated to do the work and use the knowledge to improve his or her life. That's just not me right now. I'm scratching, barely surviving, and hoping to make it through the semester. I could blame some of it on sickness, but it's something that I like to call exhaustiveness. I'd rather sit here or play golf or do ANYTHING but open those books. For god's sake, I have a geography paper due in 9 hours that I haven't started. In psychology, I don't read the book or look up the daily doubles and still pass the exams. In history, I use my knowledge of the subject to get 107/100 on exams. Economics I actually have put a lot of effort into and I see myself understanding a lot of the concepts. In CI I haven't done a PEPP journal in a month, updated my website, or started my presentation. It seems like there's a mountain to move and I really could care less if it gets moved or not. It isn't a good thing to just breeze by. It's college, and you're there to learn things, not memorize/not care about them. I've seriously been considering taking a semester off and hiking the appalachain trail. It looks like the shit, and I love hiking and the outdoors in general. I think that it would be a great way to clear my mind and refocus myself for the rest of college and beyond. I'm 18 years old and I feel that I'm having a mid-school crisis or something like that. The thunder is getting closer to my house now too and I can hear it. Perhaps an omen of some sort. So now that you've heard the story of my life, I'll stop bitching and whining about it. I live in the best country on the best planet in the universe(notice no "best municipality" or "best city" in there lol). I really don't have anything to complain about except my lack of motivation, which is alarming to say the least.

Tonight we will conclude with one of my favorite songs of all time.

Let It Be
By: The Beatles

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.

Let it be, let it be, .....

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

mh

funniest comments part 4

I'd tell you more about what's been going on in my life, but I have a website to make tonight. Whenever I'm done, I'll post the link here and you all can check it out. For now, Funniest Comments 4.

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Funniest Comments 4
Edited by: Matt Hartman
Copyright 2006

Mark: extraordinary girl?
Mark: she do it for u?
Me: no, it's a green day song off of american idiot

Me: I like American History
Anna: I like sleeping

Nayhouse: if(gay == true) {
faggot = guy;
}

Nayhouse: i can bring it up 2 ur house or something and me u can drink them in front of bradbrun

Danielle: Hey Matt your girlfriend is stupid.
Danielle: She went into the library and asked where the books were.

Nayhouse: yea i still cant believe that cop pulled up behind us
Me: yeah
Me: he must have had a bullshit detector

Nayhouse: oh yea, ur so called god has send a message through the half jew to u
Me: which is
Nayhouse: he hates you
Me: yeah, he lets me know all the time

Magu: why don't u do us all a favor and play hide and go f-u-c-k yourself

Bradburn [7:35 PM]: we could go see Brokeback Mountain, jk

Anna: i was the only lucky one that made it out

Nurundrome: If people did reading marathons as often as they do film marathons, or if they read a chapter of a book instead of watching a rerun of a sitcom, then D students would be B students and the creativity of hichschoolers wouldn't only occur when they were high.

John Juanda: u should do as i did, right click his name and MUTE him

(A random guy has just been moved from my table to the other 5/5 NL table at Skyview)
Sonny: Cuz, what’s he like?
Rates: He’s a chevy
Rates: Like a rock cuz.

Random Lady: We have to get going because he has to get rid of the virus on the computer from all the porn he’s been lookin at.
Random Kid: I didn’t look at any porn.
(20 seconds later)
Random Kid: I have to go fix the computer from all the porn I’ve been lookin at.

Bradburn: I’m keeping my options open

Leigh: I love Sidney Crosby
Me: Sidney Crosby sucks dick
Leigh: You would know.

Me: geoff went up at least 1k last night
Immekus: good for geoff, he might be able to upgrade to a 3 bedroom apartment now

Dave: Alright Larry, time to go home.
Larry: Let’s get the hell out of here.

The following was printed on an Ace Hardware Flyer:
Are you ready for the 3rd Annual Bag Sale? NO!

Leigh: i look sweet as hell on paper tho

Larry: We’ve been sniffing way too much fertilizer today

Dave: i throw on some sublime and drink and make out with anyone

mh

iran is threatening us?

If you haven't been keeping up with the news for the last six weeks, the "war games" have been going on in Iran. It's kind of funny because the Iranians have been, in their own words, "making great strides in military technology". I just find it really funny when I opened up the netscape homepage and saw a story involving the Iranians sending a message to the US to "not mess with fire". First of all, the Iranians better watch themselves. With all fairness, we would knock your piece of shit, "cradle" of Islamic civilization off the map quicker than we did with your neighbor, Iraq. Our military may be overextended at the moment, but then again we only have mobilized .01% of our total population towards military deployment. Say that, in the extreme case that we do go to war in Iraq, we draft 500k civilians. Give us three months and they will be a more capable fighting force than the "elite" Republican divisions that the Iranians have. Not only that, but by the time Iraq decides to get their shit moving, we won't need our 150k troops we have there. Simply put, Iran is going to get knocked the you know what out.

Alright, enough with that for the day.
Yesterday, I went to psychology and history. In psychology we talked about sexual orientation, and the class was quite interesting. As most of you know, I'm very much anti-gay. I just completely disagree with the whole thing as same sex mating, but the teacher was hitting us with a lot of innuendo to try to change our views. I guess it's good that she's trying to open our eyes, but I'm not sure that it will change my views specifically. Next, I ate some lunch and started on my economic report on the US economy. That's gonna be a complete bitch to do, no lie. After that, I went to PEPP and it was a little more than exciting. These two kids were really going at each other and ended up fighting while I was out of the room. That should be an interesting paper to write about. Later, I came home and played basketball for awhile. I took a short nap, then went online for awhile. I went to bed at around 12 after watching the end of the basketball game. It wasn't surprising at all because Florida was playing so well at the end of the tournament, and UCLA had "used up" all their energy and good defense in their last game against LSU. Once again, not very surprising at all.
Today, I didn't go to geography because it was a waste of time and we took a quiz in economics which I got 16/20 on. That's a pretty good score because the quizzes are usually pretty tough. I think I understand a lot of what he's saying though because I'm getting the graphs and what the movements on them mean. All in all, that class is getting better. Then, we had a meeting for intramural softball and then I typed up some stuff. Now, I'm ready to go to CI then home.

until next time,
mh

nothing really

i haven't updated in quite some time, and it has been basically due to a couple of reasons:
-I've been really busy
-There's nothing that has been earth shattering to report
-I guess I could tell you about everything that I do everyday, but that would get boring
-I don't go on the computer much anymore

So that's as simple as it gets. I guess if I get a chance I'll get back to doing daily reports, but I started writing down last night all of the things that I have to do over the next week, and the list includes 10 things. These aren't small things either, I'm talking major projects. I tried to break it up so that I'll be able to go 10/10.

friday- went to class in the morning and found that psychology was especially interesting. That night, I hung out with nayhouse for awhile as we went bowling and then made the first 43 trip of the season and went back to charleroi to the sheetz. It was a good time.
saturday- worked till 5 and it actually went by pretty fast. That night, me and nayhouse went to lebo and hung out with sarah and kathleen, who we hadn't seen in about a year. Overall, it was a good time yet an early night of sorts.
sunday- worked until 4, then played basketball for about 3 hours. I ate, did some of my homework and then crashed very early because I was tired from the week in general.
today- I woke up and went to both of my classes. After, I went and got some lunch and then played pool and lifted with mark. Now I'm sititing here when I'm supposed to be doing my economic report on the economy. It's not due for another three weeks though, so I'll probably wait until then to do it. Later on, I have to go to stupid ass PEPP which won't be fun at all.

The funniest comments section is slim this three months, but it will still be posted when I get a chance.

Until later,
mh