TO DO 10/31/11

Working on connecting with the energy that flows at a constant. Beyond happiness and despair. An inner light that goes on regardless of my mood, strength, and awareness whose only concern and fuel is breath. Renew attempts at recognition as the day goes on. Remind myself of the brightness by closing my eyes periodically. Study my breath. Forget to relax and relax. Connect and open my eyes.

Probably not even enough water left in this thing to get my feet wet.

No thinking. Never bored. Always just okay. Process. The internet. Until I get into bed. Terror. Nothing but wind and a monitor glows. Sweat. The alarm. Not water proof.

been falling asleep to documentaries, again.

Listening to Coast to Coast A.M. in the breakfast nook. It's a bit past midnight. Pretty stoned. A bottle of wine. I also have a quarter of a brownie that my sister got at the co-op. Matt just experienced ball lightning.

So obviously it's a really good night. Got dumped again a few weeks ago. Never mentioned that I guess to a lot of people. But I don't think I mentioned to most people that we had gotten back together last month.

Eh, whatever. Just got back from a show. Left early.

Weird social scenes? Everyones fault.

According to this lady George Noory is talking to Capricorns (moi) have a great love of communication and should either make the speech they've been thinking about making and/or they're going to receive that text message they've been waiting for.

I don't know the time tables on these things. I'm sure I'm gonna get a thousand text messages.

America is a Cancer country. Born on the 4th of July.

Matt's alarm clock is fried from ball lightning. But his money is beginning to flow.

Not so worried anymore. In just a moment we're going to hear about the future.

Happy MLK Day

I'm working. Didn't take the day off. It's not given to us even though the market and the banks are closed. It's dead ass slow right now. I mean, obviously if I'm updating my blog. Kind of ironic I suppose. I'm at work on this day that we're given off by the government to honor Martin Luther King Jr. with the spirit of community service and good deeds and all that and here I am in my home office in my p.j.'s looking at the internet.

So that's where I'm at right now. Had a pretty big, nice weekend. Oh, I got dumped last Sunday. Been staying active since. Played some basketball, been out to eat a few times with different friends, went to a couple shows, talked to Brooks for the first time in a friendly manner in about a year or so, saw an Iowa wrestling meet with Noel and Shawn, had lunch with the recent ex yesterday.

Not quite sure where things are going with that one. Might post more on that in the future.

Just got off the phone with my boss. Got a GLOWING review for 2009. That felt pretty good. Should mean a decent bonus and a raise. It's kinda funny because I gave myself a very poor review on the self evaluation. She said I sounded like Eeyore.

Well that's good, because for the most part 2009 sucked job-wise. So I'm glad it paid off.

Speaking of jobs I'm going to get back to it. Sorta. Still dead as it could be. It's kinda nice.

15 minutes till I run out of battery

Too tired, lazy, hungover, to go grab the charger. Watched a few episodes of This American Life on netflix. Might try and get some more sleep. Fell asleep last night on the couch watching Saw after I came home from the bar crawl. Todd put me in a cab so I didn't have to walk home. Cvak's leaving. Moving on to Florida, the University of. Nate and Brienne might be moving to Iowa City soon. That'd be nice. I think. Yeah. I'm sure not every time hanging out with them will precede a hangover. It sounds like Matt is awake. I just heard the snaphiss of the morning's first Mt. Dew. Which is clearance for me to play some guitar. Communication between roommates is key.

versus Atlanta

Ok, eight and a half minutes left. Down by 10. Zero hustle. Every shot is short. Pierce is barely alive. These guys are old. The Hawks are young. We're settling for the three. Especially Sheed. The world could be full of pain and despair. Oh, and a ridiculous four point play by Jamal Crawford is coming up. One that makes NO sense whatsoever. Crawford is in the corner with 14 seconds left on the shot clock and decides for SOME reason to throw it up and gets fouled as he sinks the three. When things like this happen and you're on the team that it's happening to you don't win the game. Schepker just called me for the first time in months. Ignored. But, to be fair I am watching the Celtics. So, I'd pretty much ignore anyone's call at this point. Especially non-males. Tomorrow is Cvak's bar crawl going away party. There's special t-shirts involved. I think Chris needs a special penis hat for the event. Oh, speaking of bachelorette parties I'm going to be one of Kathleen's bridesmaids. Pretty stoked on that. C's have cut their deficit to 4. Peace.

It's New Year's Eve and I just found out.

Well, not really. But it did just dawn on me yesterday. And now it's starting to sink in. Nothing epic is sinking. Just the reality of having to attend a party I don't really want to go to tonight to appease the girlfriend.

But it's quite nice to have a girlfriend (especially this one) to appease so I'm not complaining in the least. Well, maybe just a little. It'd be weird if I didn't.

Got some New Year's Resolutions planned out.

1. Play music in a band (the inclusion of this on the list year after year is getting somewhat increasingly pathetic).

2. Go see a therapist (see above).

3. Never be late for work. I have almost no excuses.

4. Be a twenty-something. Still not 30.

I liked these so much more before I decided to share them.

At work right now. This is probably the first time in 3 months where I've had a chance to do something non-work related while not on a break. What a shitstorm of a fourth quarter.

The Celtics are in big trouble this year. Sheed is a bust. So is Daniels. Rondo can't hit a free throw if a game against the Clippers depended on it. KG has a glass knee. Perkins is the pout master. Ray-Ray way past his prime. Pierce is old as fuck. And Glen Davis is an idiot. Why didn't I see this coming? Or rather, why did I see it coming and choose to ignore it?

At least we crushed Orlando on Christmas.

Still haven't really had a Christmas yet with the family. Susan and Colin came over on the day and watched the game with me. But no real gift exchange stuff.

Birthday was pretty great. I gotta give it to Lindsay. She really went all out. Ice cream birthday cake made from scratch. A mountain of presents. Couldn't have made a guy feel better.

Kevin Koppes. Holy fucking shit. I think everyone's envious of the Poo Log. It's the first time I've seen people actually jealous over the fact that they didn't think of that.

Ben Torgerson. It was too bad we didn't get to spend as much time together as we had hoped. But it was well worth it. And now I have a pile of Dragonlance books to distract me from Game of Thrones. Well played Torgo. Well played.

Jae Choi, it was great to see her too and to have some real quality friend time. Bummer there were no Blazer home games during my visit. Did get to watch a game at a bar with Will Kapp and Ben. I think they hit it off. Though I'm sure both we're skeptical of the other prior to conversation.

Warren is awesome. Who isn't going to love a guy that plays in a badminton league with octogenarians?

Turns out Lindsay and I were at the same Blink 182 concert 9 years ago. I was 20. She was 13. I actually remember seeing her there. Weird.

Slightly creepy.

Half an hour left of work. Susan and Colin are coming over around 5 to test out my new Wii. Fucking shit I love that thing. My fat ass could use the movement too.

Joining a rec basketball league with Shawn in January. Trying to put together at least a ten man team. I won't mind getting outplayed, just don't want any injuries. Might have to get NBA 2k10. Looks like lots of moving around is required.

I tried to do this blog Ben-style. Let me know if I succeeded.