I can't believe it's wednesday already.

I dipped out of accounting lastnight early to go to Kung Fu. I've been feeling drained, fat and lazy lately, and needed something more than balance sheets and weighted averages.

We had a new student last night, but no one knew he was new for some reason. The owners of the school are in California at least until December, so there's been a little mismanagement by the kids watching the school.

Anyways, since I'm one of about three there that have been at the school for more than two years AND can speak fluent English, I decided to take him under my wing and help him out.

It felt pretty great to get back into the teacher role. I taught him the right way to throw a jab, then jab/cross combo, which is something that hasn't been taught well to the newcomers over the last 6 months. It was kinda funny in a way to see the new guy in his guard position before I showed him the right way. He looked like the Fighting Irishman character on the Notre Dame logo.

I've also lost faith in our society completely. Sunday I was at a party and these two rednecks were talking about oil prices, and one guy was like "you know, it's only this high because of specualation." Hmm, seemed fairly well informed until the person responded with "yeah well we should just bomb Iran and take all their oil!" The they were all like "fuckin' A!". Seriously guys, what the fuck? Iraq?

My girlfriend held me back from walking over there. I have a habit of insulting people like that until their belittlement teeters on the edge of them physically assaulting me, and there was Amy, like I was Magic Johnson about to take a shot and she was doing her damndest to keep me from making a basket, arms waving and all. I got a beer instead and decided I want nothing to do with anything...these people are lower middle to middle class citizens, and have been hurt the most by the man they still stand behind. If their is another war, I hope they patriotically enlist, and they have a lot of time to reflect on the error of their thinking when they're limbless stumps sitting in a VA that's providing really shitty care.

 

...it really is.

 By the glory of god I've managed to escape going to any costume parties this year.

 

I would also like to say that Monday, particularly this Monday is dumb. I've spent the better part of two weeks up late at night watching post-season Red Sox games, and of course, last night's world series. I was up until 12:30, and you know what? This weekend was *supposed* to be daylight savings time, but since this administration is fucking retarded, that got postponed until next week. I really could have used that extra hour of sleep, and I bet a million other people could.

So far I've made nothing but stupid mistakes, and at Dunkin Donuts, gave probably the longest "uh............." in history when asked what I'd like for breakfast.

 

I feel good...I don't know why, I just do. It may have something to do with a new radio station, or the Red Sox being two games away from another ring.

Usually in the fall I get washed over with waves of morose and nostalgia...not this year. It's like I was on Air Force One and was all like " get off my plane" and then I kicked myself off.

I wonder what Indiana Jones 4 is gonna be like...

Anyone seen 3:10 to Yuma? That movie kicked ass.

I wouldn't mind having a little party...I gotta tell you though, I'm Octoberfest-ed out. I kinda hate Sam Adams beer, but always like the October Fest. I ended up buying way too much of it lately, and started drinking it spitefully like it was Keystone Light...not good to do, because Sam will rock your socks off.

Is it Breast Awareness Month?

What's everyone doing tonight?

Before this year, weddings always seemed to me like a pretty black and white subject. You are either A.) Married, or B.) Not married.

 

After going to four weddings this year, you can start to pick out the nuances of nuptials. After a caffeine-induced day dream, I thought it might be funny to write reviews of the weddings I attended and send them to the parties involved. I think they’d appreciate blunt honesty after all the chicken-soup toasts, and half hearted congratulations from disappointed relatives.

 

For instance:

 

Pencil in (a) for yes, (b) for no.

 

1.)    Bride marrying above social class?

 

Or multiple choice:

How long do you think it will last?

A.)  <1 year

B.)   2-5 years

C.)  5-10 years

D.)  <10 years

 

(You really get a feel for who will last and who won’t by how the couple met. One wedding I went to, the brides first fiancé died from a drug overdose from drugs supplied by the groom. That’s the stuff dreams are made of.)

 

Maybe a write-in would be better, like

 

“thanks for telling me the wedding cake had nuts in it. I only needed like, four epi-pens.”

 

I guess feedback like that wouldn’t be appreciated, since there really wasn’t anything anyone could do after the fact.

 

 

An interesting note: The bride and groom at the most recent wedding I attended had their distant uncle perform the ceremonies. They actually had to get officially married two days earlier since he was not qualified by the state to perform such ceremonies. During the wedding he said “Please! Please, no flash photography! This is a religious ceremony, not a birthday party!”

 

This wedding was particularly enjoyable since it was open bar, and the DJ was pretty good. The people were good too. One of the bridesmaids told me she would bite me, slapped me on the ass, and said to my girlfriend “I want your man”. It seemed pretty normal after 37 Evan William’s and Colas, but now it sounds a little cheap.

I bought it. Paid 2.45 pounds for it, which is about 5 bucks. This album is worth $500.

It's so good, it makes me want to cry. It's like, every good moment in my life put to music. It's not an album that stupid people could ever understand. I can't articulate what I'm trying to say at all. Thom Yorke more than makes up for the death of Buddy Holly.

Dice-K. All season, just like others, I've defended him. "Hey the balls in Japan are different! Give him a break" "Different climate! He'll find his groove!" "Yeah, but, when he's on, he's ON!"

After last night's game, all of us hype-hounds have licked all those bones clean. If Dice-K threw a gyro-ball, it was purely a cosmic coincidence. Most of his wins have come from mid to late game rallies that the offense pulled off long after he was pulled out. Dice K sucks, and there's no more candy coating it.

Eric Gagne sucks. There's really no suck factor capable of comparing anything else to that sucks, because no one or nothing sucks as bad as him. The only thing close is a 1978 Buick Estate Wagon with the dealer installed diesel conversion to combat the gas crisis.

Schilling? He's had his moments in between tearing a fat muscle here and there, and hitting the Early-Bird special at Denny's.

Who's up next? Wakefield? The knuckleball? Not a great season for him either. Hopefully Francona puts Beckett in once, possibly twice more in this series. 

 

 

I fugured I'd write for the sake of writing.

I'm now a brown belt in Kung Fu...I skipped purple. I kind of don't feel like I deserve it right now since I've only been attending class once a week for the last month or so, but I *was* training pretty hard prior to that, and they probably recognized that.


Grad school is going pretty swell. I really hated it at first, especially accounting. I just got my first accounting test back, and got an 88 on it, so there's a little gleam of hope at the end of the tunnel.

My truck rules hard. I've been blowing an assload of money on it that I should be saving, but what the hell. I'm enjoying myself for now, and it's really starting to look like less of a piece of junk. I just scored a full set of original wheels and un-used original style tires for a pretty good sum of money (spent $400, but saved myself about $500 as opposed to buying from a store) so I'm happy with that.

I've got no free time anymore, but I'm ok with that too...keeps me out of trouble.

So, this is the second accident in Connecticut with multiple fatalities involving teenagers driving Subaru WRX's.

What's the problem here guys? You have anti-lock brakes, all-wheel drive, etc.

You know what I had when I was your age? A 68 Mercury Cougar with lousy brakes, lousy suspension, rear wheel drive, and the only safety equipment was a lap belt which I rarely wore.

I too drove like an asshole, drag raced, burned out, etc. I'm still alive to talk about it. Y'all need to learn how to drive.



Also dude, what kind of parents buy a teenager a car like that?

I was walking across the parking lot when a black girl stopped her car, yelled "This school is racist!" at me, then peeled out.

Some time in 1988...


"I'll have the Turkey dinner with fries"

"You want gravy on the fries?"

"Yes"