Real Quick

Real quick post before I go to bed, because I had someone asking me what was going on with no posts in the last week.

Tonight I had an assortment of meals for dinner. I had: BBQ Baked Lays. Dehydrated mangos. Pasta Roni. Teriyaki chicken, yakisoba and some rice. A piece of pumpkin muffin. Lots of water. Tons of water. Lots of fluid. I need it.

We also signed up for LA Fitness. Weird. I am in need of an I-pod, I-something. I need music other than the crap they play in that gym. It is hard to get a workout when I’m listening to Gwen Stefani…that is, unless it is “spiderwebs”. Doy. Anyway, this is going to be interesting. It’s $30/month, and I already ran in to Jonviray.com who works out there and also Jay’s little brother. (Isn’t his name Joon?) Should be interesting. I plan on going 15 days/month to get my moneys worth. Tuesday-Thursday in the morning.

Wow, I really lack motivation to write this tonight. It’s actually kind of sad. Usually I have LOTS to talk about. Tonight? My mind is as blank as the rest of this page.

We went snowboarding yesterday. That was awesome. I love snowboarding. The best thing about it was that it’s not like riding a bike, for me at least, where I’ve got to get back into the swing of things before I’m 100% comfortable and jumping off of curbs again. Right when I put on the board I stood up and I was ready to go. It was like running.

How much would you take in money to have your left hand cut off? This is the discussion I had with a coworker for the last 30 minutes of my 12 hour shift today. Freaking ridiculous. That is how delirious I was. There is a spot on my LCD screen because I know that my sister has been sneezing and coughing and all her phlegm and boogers get all over this monitor, and I’m afraid to scrape them off because I don’t want to scratch the screen. Once we move in to the new house I’ll give it a good cleaning. And also! It’ll be back to my GOOD computer. Not this crappy one.

So I think my ulcer is back. My stool has been black, and I’ve been feeling colder than normal and also my stomach has that dull ache to it. Women can’t complain about periods to me! Because in 9th grade, I had a bleeding ulcer, which bled for almost TWO MONTHS, and slowly dried and drained me of my life. By the time the doctors realized what was going on, they freaked out because they thought I would die in a matter of days from blood loss. A normal hematacrit (blood count level) is anywhere between 40-45. Mine was at 23 when they admitted me to Children’s Hospital. They said a few more points and I would’ve been anemic, and not only that, but in a few days I’d be dead. All I could complain about was missing the Skyview dance. Looking back on it, it was quite silly, but those dances were THE BEST.

Now, like my alopecia, I believe my ulcer is back. I guarantee if you took a crit test of me right now you’d find that I was probably floating around 34-36. It’s a really weird feeling being short of blood (and women can probably attest to this). I get really tired, and the pain in my stomach just numbs the rest of the world around me. It’s hard to be happy about anything, and my favorite spicy foods everyone tells me not to eat. Oh, and for those of you who are saying, “Hey! It’s just stress! Knock it off, cool out”. I say…no, it’s not. It’s actually a bacteria (h.pylori) that is in my stomach that somehow combines with the acid in my stomach to burn holes in the lining. Thus the blood. Thus the shit covered in blood. Thus the cramps. I knew it was in full effect when I couldn’t sleep until about 2:30 am after going to bed at close to midnight. I tossed and turned while my stomach cramped. I thought it was hunger. I was wrong. The worst part about it is I’m going to have to go to the doctor to get told what I already know, just so I can get a prescription for some antibiotics to fight the h.pylori.

What a freaking ripoff.

Anyway, this “real quick” post turned out pretty long as usual, and I did find things to write about. Don’t you wish your health situation was as good as mine? I bet you do. I can’t wait to see the doctor sometime this week or early next week. *sigh* Another day to wake up early.

In other news, the countdown to Superbowl Sunday stands at 6 days. Freaking ridiculous. When is this going to sink in that we’re going to the ‘ship? Probably kick off.

Night y’all.

Tuesdays suck

I hate Tuesdays. I can't sleep.

Here is my favorite joke for your enjoyment. I don't claim any responsibility over it, and I definitely didn't come up with it on my own.

The new law was that, in order to get into Heaven, you had to have had
a really bummer day the day you died.  The policy would go into effect
at noon the following day.

So the next day at 12:01 the first person came to the gates of Heaven.

The angel at the gate, remembering about the new law, promptly asked
the man, "Before I can let you in, I need you to tell me how your day
was going around the time you died."

"No problem," said the man.  "Well, I came home one day to my 25th
floor apartment on my lunch hour and caught my wife having an affair.
But the lover was nowhere insight.  I immediately began searching for
this guy.  My wife was half naked and yelling at me as I searched the
entire apartment.

But, damn it, I couldn't find him!  Just as I was about to give up, I
happened to glance out onto the balcony and noticed that there was a
man hanging off the edge by his fingertips!  The nerve of that guy!
Well, I ran out there and promptly stomped on his fingers until he
fell to the ground. But, wouldn't you know it, he landed in some
bushes that broke his fall, and he didn't die.  This pissed me off
even more.  In a rage I went back inside to get the first thing I
could get my hands on to throw at him. And, oddly enough, the first
thing I thought of was the refrigerator.  I unplugged it, pushed it
out onto the balcony and heaved it over the side. It plummeted 25
stories and crushed him! The excitement of the moment was so great
that right after that I had a heart attack and I died almost
instantly."

The angel sat back and thought for a moment.  Technically, the guy did
have a bad day, and it was a crime of passion, so he announced, "OK
sir, welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven," and let him in.

A few seconds later the next guy came up.  "OK, here's the rule.
Before I can let you in, I need to hear about the day you had.
"Sure thing," the man replied. "But you're not gonna believe this. I
was out on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment doing my daily
exercises when I got a little carried away and accidentally fell over
the side!  Luckily, however, I was able  to catch myself by my
fingertips on the balcony directly beneath mine.  When all of a sudden
this crazy man comes running out of his apartment and starts cussing
and stomping on my fingers!  Well of course I fell.  I hit some trees
and bushes on the way down which broke my fall so I didn't die right
away.  As I'm laying there face up on the ground, unable to move and
in excruciating pain, I see the man push his refrigerator, of all
things, over the ledge and it falls directly on top of me and kills
me!"

The angel is quietly laughing to himself as the man finishes his
story.  "I could get used to this new policy," he thinks to himself.

"Very well," the angel announces. "Welcome to the Kingdom of Heaven,"
and he lets the man enter.

A few seconds later the third man in line comes up to the gate.  "Tell
me about the day you died," said the angel.

"OK. Picture this," says the man. "I'm naked inside a refrigerator..."

We going to the 'ship!

NFC CHAMPS

FIRST TIME EVER

History was made tonight and I was able to witness it.

2 weeks and we'll see if we can go even higher.

Amazing. My life is now complete.

I saw another gray hair on my head

I have two gray hairs on the right side of my head.

I think they are because of nights like these.

Over the past two and a half months, I have slowly built UP and UP and UP, close to $2500.

Tonight, I dumped almost half of that in less than an hour. ONE GRAND baby.

Blackjack owns me. Then, frazzled, I go play pokah...something I THINK I can play (people say I'm good, and not just my friends, but people I play against online)...and CAN'T WIN FOR THE LIFE OF ME. Goodbye another $600. Holy crap. 10 tournaments and I can't get in the top 3. 5 times in 4th place...3 out of those 5 very bad beats...AA vs K9, KQ vs 62, A10 vs A7

Can you guess which hand was mine each time?

*gray hair*

Wow. Yesterday I was up $1100 for the month. By some will of God I got $600 of it back before posting this...playing blackjack on ANOTHER site, so that makes it -$1000 for the night.

How can I sleep on this? I can't. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow (for my hair...what a coincidence) and I've got to be up in 6 hours. My life is AWESOME. At least I got to work out tonight though. Freaking A. What a trip. Down $1600, Up $600...and that $1900 I've made over the past 2.5 months? I've spent about $1000 of it. *sigh*

I are the suxors.

MLK Day

You know, if you add an I to that, it’s MILK day. And, MILK is good for you. So was the man. I still get shivers when I see his speech tossed around the internet. And when I hear the black women shouting, “Amen!” “Hallelujah!” In the background of that speech, I could feel like I was there…it seems to me that people in previous centuries had something to LIVE for. A purpose. And freedom to do what they wanted. I’m a goddamn hippie at heart. I guess I don’t like working that much.

Do we have a date set? I don’t know. September? You know how much this freaking wedding is going to cost? It is going to cost too much. Too much to feed people. You know, if we all went to Jack in the box drive through, it would cost about $500 to get everyone what they wanted, and everyone would be full. Of course, people would shit talk about the food and how it wasn’t fancy enough….but imagine how much money we’d save! Everyone could get really drunk then! Even the kids. And then everyone would sing the chicken song, like the one at the roller rinks, and the parents would get pissed about how drunk their 12 year olds were…but it’s legal in Italy. I think.

I am in a funky mood. I get this way when I win money and I stop playing just because I don’t want to play anymore. I guess I also get this way because I have a lot of energy sometimes that I don’t know how to…release. I. Suppose. Is. The. Word. For it.

Question for you: Do you want to get drunk and eat Mexican food and then play in a Mariachi band but sing English love songs until the patrons within the restaurant start to to boo but then you ask for a tip and then they get even more angry?

Sometimes I wish my name was Randy. “Are you Randy?” Yes. I am him.

Short post! Hope you enjoyed. I’m too lazy to go off on any more tangents. Too bad I won’t be able to sleep. What the heck! I didn’t even have any caffeine tonight!

The Mountain that Broke my Back

Saw the movie. Enjoyed it. Two masculine gay guys that love each other in a world not fit for them, beautiful scenery, and a sad ending…nuff said.

I’ve been staring at a computer screen today for so long that I’m beginning to see lines on my monitor. Or at least on this white background that is my word document. I hope my eyes are fucked because I’d rather have those messed up than this brand new LCD monitor. Heh. Not really.

Note to self: I’d like to try to remember to do the naked bike ride for the summer solstice.

Jamie Cullum is coming to town on March 1^st. I tried to buy tickets, but the only ones available are balcony ones. I am an idiot for not buying tickets right away when the presale started. I wanted to surprise Michelle, but the only surprise announcement was the fact that he was coming and we more than likely weren’t going. For those with good seats, awesome. I saw him live at Nemo’s and I think I live for the rest of my life off of that. His last CD isn’t as good as the last one I purchased, “twenty-something”, and I expect him to do a lot from his new CD…which could be interesting live. But with my bad eyesight and all, and being almost able to touch him 2 years ago, to being half a mile away for almost double the price…no thanks. Good for him though. Looks like he’s gained a good following. Now to find more new musicians that no one knows about so I can have that one intimate show at the croc or something before they make it huge…

I don’t want to go to sleep tonight. I don’t know why. I don’t feel like it. I am sore. I went for a run in the 42 degree weather. I couldn’t feel my toes and wore a beanie on my head. My head got really hot so I took it off on the homestretch. However, because I had a beanie on, I couldn’t really hear things very well, quiet noises were muffled. During my run, I passed a dog with a metal collar and its owner walking behind it, plastic poop bag in hand. When I took off my beanie I heard my keys shake, since I had to carry my keys with me on my run, and I put them in my coat pocket, and I freaked out like the dog was behind me. I sprinted for a little bit. Then I sprinted for a little bit more. Then I sprinted up a long hill back to my parent’s cul-de-sac. Then I couldn’t breathe. And I couldn’t feel my legs. And the sweat was dripping off of me. I stunk. I took an ice cold shower. Nothing better than sweating and being hot, cooling off and taking a cold shower and getting clean. I am sore.

Saturday is the first Seahawks playoff game. I pray they win. We haven’t won a playoff game since I was two years old. And back then I couldn’t even bathe myself. Come to think about it, I wish someone would bathe me even up to this day.

The house isn’t done yet. I don’t want them to rush and do a shitty job. The bank is pissed because the appraiser went 10 days ago to check out the house and they spoke with the builder who was on site. The builder asked them to come back 10 days later to check in on all the progress they’ve made. Today was day 10. Nothing was different from 10 days ago. I think, like a car, never buy a house that’s so new it’s not even built yet. We bought dirt, and this process is us eating that dirt. That expensive, late, break the bank, precious dirt. I can’t imagine what will happen if the following things occur: We lose one of our jobs. One of our cars breaks or we are involved in a car accident. We are in need of some sort of medical treatment that our insurance doesn’t cover. Fire. Flood. Eathquake. These are all things that can happen in the blink of an eye. I am not invincible to life. Sometimes I may think that I am, or may act like it, but I am far from it. There are sure to be bumps and bruises along the way. And if I make it to 50, even 40 years old I will thank whoever I need to thank, 10 million times over and make sure that I’m doing the best that I can with my stupidly blessed life.

Let’s just do a little mind rambling. Things on my head. $100. A+ Certification. MBA. Tuition reimbursement. Rats. Carpal Tunnel. Spelling. Ice tasting water. Dry lips. Bleeding ear. Bleeding ulcer. Credit card. Online bank accounts. Investments. Missing people. Hugs. Losing weight. Losing my mind. Fainting. Wind chimes. Expensive wind chimes in Cannon Beach. Sickness. Wrinkles. Electricity bill. Cold draft. Calories. Garbage. Sleep.

I wonder

I couldn’t come up with a title, so I wrote the first thing in my head:

I wonder how many blogs die due to lack of postings? There are so many out there, and I’m sure there’s so many people that don’t have anything to write about. Like me.

I have nothing to write about. I did nothing this weekend. Watched a lot of TV. Lot of football. Ate at Applebee’s and Denny’s. Christ my heart must hate me.

I need to cut my butt hair. If there’s anywhere that my hair needs to grow, it’s on my head. Not my freaking asshole. Shit. Yuck, that is way too much information, but it is what I was thinking.

On Friday, I packed up all of my shit at work to make it look like no one worked in my cubicle. Typically I don’t have much out, but without my sticky notes, random books and tacks in my wall, it looks pretty empty. One of my ex-coworkers, who is now my idol, used to have his desk like that. Very bare. Everyone knew he hated his life, his job, was an all around sad guy. His girlfriend of X years broke up with him the weekend before he started working. He was about to propose to her. Months later he found out she lived across the street with one of his good guys friends. Turns out they were dating. He wasn’t getting over her any time soon.

I read somewhere that if you don’t have sex often, you lose the intimacy. Interesting. That’s all I’d like to say about that.

My poker career has come to a grinding halt. I made $831 last month. This month I have made $410. HOWEVER, I have spent $550 on erroneous items. When I spend on “fun” stuff I say, “Ok, it’s alright because I’ve won X amount”. But it’s not alright! Because to me, I’m down $140 for this month. Many of you might say, “But Seth! You’ve won most of that money! Who cares if you spend some of it?” I do. Believe it or not, that’s work. Since November I’ve played almost 100 single table tournaments at the $60 level. Each one takes roughly 45 minutes to an hour. I play them typically 2 or 3 at a time. So, I’ve played 50 hours over the past two months for roughly $1200. Not too shabby. But still it does become a bit of a grind at times. (Like right now).

It is tough to give it up. It is tough to give up something that you like, and that makes you money, but after 2 hours a night, you get bored of, and even at times begin to hate. The stress is unneeded. I wonder if I’m getting my ulcer back again. My stomach hurts sometimes like it is coming back. Stress for 10 hours a day at work, and then fun, yet stressful poker for 2 hours a night. 12 hours of stress.

Michelle was sick this weekend. We were boring. Hopefully we’ll get a chance to go up to the mountains sometime soon. I want to plan a vacation. I’ve got 3 weeks of vacation and Michelle has got 2. So, I have an extra 5 days that I can do whatever I want to. We are trying to plan our wedding. I should go on a diet before the wedding. Freaking lose 10 pounds or something. Sometimes I think about when I was a kid, I always thought I would be famous for something. Then I realized I was a piece of shit and would be lucky to even get my 15 minutes of fame.

I wish I had a list of things to do. Every night. And every weekend. Someone should give me a list. That just says, ok, you’ll be in “work mode” from 7:20 am to 6:15 pm today. At 6:20, rest, 6:45 eat dinner, 7:00…On and on. That would be nice. Sometimes having all this freedom is kind of mind numbing. It gets to the point of, “I should go somewhere, but where should I go? I should do something, but what should I do? Doing something would cost money, money that I need to be saving for the house. Maybe I should play poker? Naw. I should’ve gone for a run this morning, it was dry until the rain came. Damn, I’m sofa king (heh) lazy. I don’t want to watch TV or read a book or play guitar or play piano, or bug my sister, maybe when Michelle calls, she’ll have an idea in mind.” Today when she called, she said, "Can you help me move a couch?" We moved a couch we bought for the house. I think that was the most action I saw today.

But, I am alive. And, I’m not hungry. That’s saying a lot. I can’t wait to move out. I hate being cooped up in this house. Maybe it was my dinner tonight? The fact that I’m going to eat a meal from Applebee’s 3 times? Once there, once for dinner tonight and then more leftovers for lunch tomorrow? The idea of eating that crap for lunch tomorrow makes me want to puke. I have not done that since May 2004. Fucking A. Amazing, it’s 2006. So far, it’s strangely familiar to last year. Hope yours isn’t. Ok, I’m giving up. I’m going to bed now.