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I have been a horrible blogger. The real world had her way with me for a while. Not all good. Too much time spent drinking nights away with friends and spending more money than I had to spend. In the end, it was a mildly painful wake-up call to me. I realized once again that I day spent in quiet contemplation is less of a waste than a night spent drinking and the resulting day of hang-over recovery. It would seem that regardless of how valiantly I try, alcoholism is a goal unattainable. The Inter-Holiday period from the end of November through the festivities of the New Year was a rather busy period at work, which I found to be a very unwelcome addition to a period of time that I find to be naturally stressful.
I have now reduced my consumption of alcohol to a financially, socially, and spiritually acceptable level. I have restricted my heavy consumption of alcohol to Friday nights. Heavy consumption is a very relative term, as I haven't had a hang-over since the weekend prior to the New Year. I have been sporting a good buzz at times, but I have done well to avoid outright intoxication. I just can't deal with that. I'm working on grounding myself emotionally and spiritually as well, which all together has produced a far happier Asael than has greeted me in the mirror for a few months. I need to engage in more works, meditation and Yoga are the next steps to reestablishing a healthy balance.
Much has happened in the past few months, a few failed to start romances, and one that I couldn't get away with fast enough, especially after an early morning phone call on New Year's Day. I can now say that I have been begged for sex. Today I'm flattered, but that was a bit much for me. She just wasn't the type of girl that I saw anything with. I don't wish for anyone who might stumble upon this to think that I'm an unusually nice guy, if I liked the girl more, I probably would have taken her into my bed. In this case, I wasn't feeling a connection. There were alarms in just about everything that came up in our two dates. We share some of the same social network, so I wanted to play things nice, I wasn't going to drop her as casually I might drop someone else that generated such negative energy. In the end, her begging and her challenges to my manhood made matters simple for me. People have expressed hesitancy in dealing with her now. Poor thing.
That was probably the most excitement that I experienced. There were a lot of stressors, but nothing truly worthy of mention. Well, here's hoping that I manage to become more active in the community here and remain active.
I have now reduced my consumption of alcohol to a financially, socially, and spiritually acceptable level. I have restricted my heavy consumption of alcohol to Friday nights. Heavy consumption is a very relative term, as I haven't had a hang-over since the weekend prior to the New Year. I have been sporting a good buzz at times, but I have done well to avoid outright intoxication. I just can't deal with that. I'm working on grounding myself emotionally and spiritually as well, which all together has produced a far happier Asael than has greeted me in the mirror for a few months. I need to engage in more works, meditation and Yoga are the next steps to reestablishing a healthy balance.
Much has happened in the past few months, a few failed to start romances, and one that I couldn't get away with fast enough, especially after an early morning phone call on New Year's Day. I can now say that I have been begged for sex. Today I'm flattered, but that was a bit much for me. She just wasn't the type of girl that I saw anything with. I don't wish for anyone who might stumble upon this to think that I'm an unusually nice guy, if I liked the girl more, I probably would have taken her into my bed. In this case, I wasn't feeling a connection. There were alarms in just about everything that came up in our two dates. We share some of the same social network, so I wanted to play things nice, I wasn't going to drop her as casually I might drop someone else that generated such negative energy. In the end, her begging and her challenges to my manhood made matters simple for me. People have expressed hesitancy in dealing with her now. Poor thing.
That was probably the most excitement that I experienced. There were a lot of stressors, but nothing truly worthy of mention. Well, here's hoping that I manage to become more active in the community here and remain active.
Last was a smashing failure on every front. The girl that I've been chasing was a fucking wreck over her ex. Oh well, at least there is still alcohol and a really good buzz. Eh, not so much, since one of parties in our group decided to let me know that my roommate told her about my health problems. After that my night sucked. Girl being a fucking pain in the ass and considering going back to "Ass-kickings-R-Us" and a reminder of my fucked up health. I don't go to the bar to be reminded that my life is shitty people, I go to forget about my health concerns. At least I knew the girl was being weird and was prepared for nights like this, but before I can I even think of turning around and hitting on this raven-haired beauty that just walked by I get the health bullshit.
I think I just need to do my own thing. I'm just going to go hiking and fuck the night-life shit. These fuckers are out all the damned time anyhow. This town blows.
I think I just need to do my own thing. I'm just going to go hiking and fuck the night-life shit. These fuckers are out all the damned time anyhow. This town blows.
I have art on my bedroom wall! First, I finally collected all the pieces to my Tree of Life wall tapestry thing and had that on the wall. Then, I found a photo at the Greenwich Arts and Crafts show that was just too beautiful to ignore. On the way home I found a frame that I thought would look wonderful. Now that it is all on the wall I find myself very excited.
I just wish that I had $400 to have gotten the picture I wanted for the living room. Perhaps another time?
I just wish that I had $400 to have gotten the picture I wanted for the living room. Perhaps another time?
Last weekend was a blast. My first drinking weekend since college, and lets face it, that was quite a long time ago.
It started Friday afternoon with something of a housewarming party that my roommate and I had planned. She invited a few of her friends. I suffering from a lack of friends, had no one to invite, since the few friends that I do have work opposite ends of the week from myself. It was all okay with me though as I had been attempting to woo one of my roommates friends/coworkers. I was very excited to see them arrive -- and I became anxious to lose my parents who had visited. They were supposed to arrive an hour earlier than they did, thus their visited stretched into party time. Once they were gone though I made up for my inability to play the host.
After my parents left the party moved to the front porch so that our guests could enjoy their cigarettes, since it seemed that no one was interested in using the stairs to reach the exterior when they could all so easily see the porch. Events moved forward, I became progressively more intoxicated, and my roommates boyfriend invited a friend of his that turned out to be extremely annoying as he was stepping on my toes with this girl. I was infuriated with him, his only interest in this girl was bedding her, and sadly, my interest had already grown beyond such primal urges. Fortunately, things didn't go down in any way that made me worry, and I didn't think that this woman was interested in just being bedded. I think the guy realized that he had misplayed his hand woefully, and he would eventually just leave. The woman who holds my interest stayed over innocently on my couch. We were scheduled to go on another binge the following night with a diffferent group of mutual friends.
Now, I think I made some progress, but it's very modest progress, for as I spent time getting to know this woman better I realized that she hasn't healed from her break-up six months ago. In her defense, it is difficult to when your ex is obsessive, frequently making harassing phone calls, showing up at your home, et cetera, regardless of how much she shouts at him. Unfortunately, it became clear that she hadn't had time to get used to herself outside of a relationship since the relationship has just taken on an ugly mutatation. I have a lot of shit for other people to work through.
I did promise some promising things. First, I was allowed to put my arms around her at the bar. I know she's generally not cool with that from people and she commented a few times to others, but I was allowed to get away with it, and she even seemed to melt into me a litte. When I walked her home she was wearing my shirt and she couldn't stop commenting about how good I smell. She even went so far as to ensure that her friend knew that I smelled good. Unfortunately, she's obviously fighting with herself over her reaction to all of this, so I'm trying to take it slow. She's fighting because she's making it clear that she's not ready for anything yet, and I respect that, but I see some promise.
Having said all of this one can probably see that I really dig this woman. I just can't see myself waiting for her, especially if matters continue on their glacial pace. I can be her friend, but I also don't want to get caught up in the "friends zone." I'm guessing that my best bet is to be friendly with a smidgen of courting thrown in to keep things interesting.
Oh, and two day binges tend to bring two day hangovers.
It started Friday afternoon with something of a housewarming party that my roommate and I had planned. She invited a few of her friends. I suffering from a lack of friends, had no one to invite, since the few friends that I do have work opposite ends of the week from myself. It was all okay with me though as I had been attempting to woo one of my roommates friends/coworkers. I was very excited to see them arrive -- and I became anxious to lose my parents who had visited. They were supposed to arrive an hour earlier than they did, thus their visited stretched into party time. Once they were gone though I made up for my inability to play the host.
After my parents left the party moved to the front porch so that our guests could enjoy their cigarettes, since it seemed that no one was interested in using the stairs to reach the exterior when they could all so easily see the porch. Events moved forward, I became progressively more intoxicated, and my roommates boyfriend invited a friend of his that turned out to be extremely annoying as he was stepping on my toes with this girl. I was infuriated with him, his only interest in this girl was bedding her, and sadly, my interest had already grown beyond such primal urges. Fortunately, things didn't go down in any way that made me worry, and I didn't think that this woman was interested in just being bedded. I think the guy realized that he had misplayed his hand woefully, and he would eventually just leave. The woman who holds my interest stayed over innocently on my couch. We were scheduled to go on another binge the following night with a diffferent group of mutual friends.
Now, I think I made some progress, but it's very modest progress, for as I spent time getting to know this woman better I realized that she hasn't healed from her break-up six months ago. In her defense, it is difficult to when your ex is obsessive, frequently making harassing phone calls, showing up at your home, et cetera, regardless of how much she shouts at him. Unfortunately, it became clear that she hadn't had time to get used to herself outside of a relationship since the relationship has just taken on an ugly mutatation. I have a lot of shit for other people to work through.
I did promise some promising things. First, I was allowed to put my arms around her at the bar. I know she's generally not cool with that from people and she commented a few times to others, but I was allowed to get away with it, and she even seemed to melt into me a litte. When I walked her home she was wearing my shirt and she couldn't stop commenting about how good I smell. She even went so far as to ensure that her friend knew that I smelled good. Unfortunately, she's obviously fighting with herself over her reaction to all of this, so I'm trying to take it slow. She's fighting because she's making it clear that she's not ready for anything yet, and I respect that, but I see some promise.
Having said all of this one can probably see that I really dig this woman. I just can't see myself waiting for her, especially if matters continue on their glacial pace. I can be her friend, but I also don't want to get caught up in the "friends zone." I'm guessing that my best bet is to be friendly with a smidgen of courting thrown in to keep things interesting.
Oh, and two day binges tend to bring two day hangovers.
This is sorta longish: You have been forewarned.
In the process of moving I came across photographs and letters that Amanda and I had exchanged through the years we were together. This briefly stirred up memories and emotions best left forgotten. I was shocked to find these items; I thought I had diligent in removing these items. All I anticipated I would find were the items that I have saved which were hers intending to return them. She never responded to me, and they've now been tossed. I would have done that earlier, but the bag got buried under a pile of unused gear. The experience was brief, a flash of sadness, then anger, before I disposed of these unwanted mementos of a bygone era in my life.
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I have been incredibly annoyed by a trend that I have observed in society, particularly through this medium. I hate to say it, but I feel like such a conservative because of this: I hate that everyone thinks that their opinion is of value. I get it at work, I get it on message boards, thank the gods that I don't get it from most of my friends. It's really annoying when someone tosses an idea around that is completely asinine. I won't bother with specifics -- I am quite certain that we can all think of an instance that stands out for ourselves.
When the asshat has their opinion challenge, they will positively bristle, and some will even argue that since it is their opinion, it is just as valid as any other opinion. If you're going to have an outrageous opinion, try to present some supporting evidence. Otherwise, deal with it when people challenge your opinion. Better still, think about what you're saying before you fucking say it.
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I'm getting over my cold. I'm almost without any noted symptoms. With a little luck I might be ready to tear it up tomorrow for the housewarming party. There's a woman that my roommate invited that I want to see, and I want to be healthy enough to take on some late night entertaining. We were planning on a clam bake, but I haven't been able to find any clams for a reasonable price around here, and there were no quantities of clams. I suppose it might be too late into the season for there to be quantities of clam available. I guess we'll be preparing burgers and hotdogs, and for me, the veggie version of each. It's largely a BYOB thing, which works for me, since it's cheaper, and we can't be accused of serving should someone get stupid.
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The Mets choked HUGE down the stretch, giving up a seven game lead with fifteen remaining. I don't know that a collapse of that magnitude had ever occurred throughout the history of major league baseball.
At least the BoSox won their division, and they got a great start last night against the Halos. Beckett with a shutout - SWEET!
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I have a lot of plans for this weekend. In addition to the housewarming thing tomorrow night there are plans with a couple of friends that I used to work with who have since moved into greener pastures. We might be chilling early on, then we'll be going out for a few drinks later in the night. Of course, that conflicts with the LSU Florida game, but I figured that whereever we go for drinks (with one exception) will have the game playing on at least one television. I'll catch updates there until I get back home from my evening with friends.
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I think that this computer is coming near to shitting the bed. It was hit by lightning this summer at my mother's house. The repair guy indicated that the modem was fried, but the wireless still worked on her. Of course, I knew all of this. He couldn't find any other problems with the computer, but my mother has full replacement on her insurance policy. She believes that I should get money to replace this, if that is the case, I'm going to be getting a MacBook sooner than later.
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With that, I think I'm up to date. I did my best to be concise.
In the process of moving I came across photographs and letters that Amanda and I had exchanged through the years we were together. This briefly stirred up memories and emotions best left forgotten. I was shocked to find these items; I thought I had diligent in removing these items. All I anticipated I would find were the items that I have saved which were hers intending to return them. She never responded to me, and they've now been tossed. I would have done that earlier, but the bag got buried under a pile of unused gear. The experience was brief, a flash of sadness, then anger, before I disposed of these unwanted mementos of a bygone era in my life.
________________________________________________________
I have been incredibly annoyed by a trend that I have observed in society, particularly through this medium. I hate to say it, but I feel like such a conservative because of this: I hate that everyone thinks that their opinion is of value. I get it at work, I get it on message boards, thank the gods that I don't get it from most of my friends. It's really annoying when someone tosses an idea around that is completely asinine. I won't bother with specifics -- I am quite certain that we can all think of an instance that stands out for ourselves.
When the asshat has their opinion challenge, they will positively bristle, and some will even argue that since it is their opinion, it is just as valid as any other opinion. If you're going to have an outrageous opinion, try to present some supporting evidence. Otherwise, deal with it when people challenge your opinion. Better still, think about what you're saying before you fucking say it.
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I'm getting over my cold. I'm almost without any noted symptoms. With a little luck I might be ready to tear it up tomorrow for the housewarming party. There's a woman that my roommate invited that I want to see, and I want to be healthy enough to take on some late night entertaining. We were planning on a clam bake, but I haven't been able to find any clams for a reasonable price around here, and there were no quantities of clams. I suppose it might be too late into the season for there to be quantities of clam available. I guess we'll be preparing burgers and hotdogs, and for me, the veggie version of each. It's largely a BYOB thing, which works for me, since it's cheaper, and we can't be accused of serving should someone get stupid.
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The Mets choked HUGE down the stretch, giving up a seven game lead with fifteen remaining. I don't know that a collapse of that magnitude had ever occurred throughout the history of major league baseball.
At least the BoSox won their division, and they got a great start last night against the Halos. Beckett with a shutout - SWEET!
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I have a lot of plans for this weekend. In addition to the housewarming thing tomorrow night there are plans with a couple of friends that I used to work with who have since moved into greener pastures. We might be chilling early on, then we'll be going out for a few drinks later in the night. Of course, that conflicts with the LSU Florida game, but I figured that whereever we go for drinks (with one exception) will have the game playing on at least one television. I'll catch updates there until I get back home from my evening with friends.
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I think that this computer is coming near to shitting the bed. It was hit by lightning this summer at my mother's house. The repair guy indicated that the modem was fried, but the wireless still worked on her. Of course, I knew all of this. He couldn't find any other problems with the computer, but my mother has full replacement on her insurance policy. She believes that I should get money to replace this, if that is the case, I'm going to be getting a MacBook sooner than later.
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With that, I think I'm up to date. I did my best to be concise.
ABC had a report on their site tonight that indicated the southern drawl might be spreading. I believe it. I believe it only because it's been a bitch for me to drop it even though I've been away for most of the last six years. People still remark on it and wonder where I'm from. The look at me oddly when I tell them I was born and raised in upstate New York.
So, if you're in the greater Glens Falls area and you see a guy that looks like the one pictured above and you hear him bust out a "How y'all doin' " it's probably me. Or if you hear him draw out the I in words, it's probably me.
Now to something completely different -- sports. I was watching some football at work, and I took notice of the NFL's new captains patches. It's not a horrible idea, but I think the patch sucks. I think the plain old "C" that you might see on a hockey sweater would look much better. I found some of the captains to be odd choices; Trent Green for the Dolphins offense and Michael Strahan for the Giants defense. In the case of Trent Green, he just joined the team during the preseason, is he really a leader of that team? As for Strahan, he held out for the entire preseason. I know he argues that he was trying to decide if he wanted to play, but I believe it to be a case of a veteran player not wanting to go through the training of the preseason. Either way, he's not the type of player that I would call a captain. Captains are supposed to be leaders of the team. Strahan certainly did not display the characters of a leader by holding out. Listening to the announcers, the C is supposed to promote leadership and values in the NFL, I think it's already a joke. That's about all I have to say about the NFL, since I'm not really a fan, unless it's to watch my cousin playing.
Speaking of the NHL, I am less than thrilled with the Senators new road jersey (i guess they really can't be called sweaters any longer). I liked the old logo with the Centurion's head in profile. I was never really a fan of the 3D head. but I didn't mind it so much when they kept the profile on one of their sweaters. If there is anything I can say that is positive, I like that they have the classic Ottawa "O" on the shoulders. Win some lose some I guess. Though I wouldn't be shocked to find that the Senators eventually unveil a third jersey with the '92 logo featured.
In news from the new apartment, I have decided that I agree with my roommate. The bathroom needs a mirror. Odd that a bathroom wouldn't have a mirror, but I didn't mind at first. Of course, that's because I don't shave regularly, and when I decided it was time to trim, there was no mirror to use, so I had to drag a tall mirror into the bathroom and perch it atop the sink while worked on my face with the trimmer. Otherwise, things are quite nice in the new digs. I also learned tonight that I would have an extra night to myself, which is great, because I wasn't in the mood to have people around tonight.
So, if you're in the greater Glens Falls area and you see a guy that looks like the one pictured above and you hear him bust out a "How y'all doin' " it's probably me. Or if you hear him draw out the I in words, it's probably me.
Now to something completely different -- sports. I was watching some football at work, and I took notice of the NFL's new captains patches. It's not a horrible idea, but I think the patch sucks. I think the plain old "C" that you might see on a hockey sweater would look much better. I found some of the captains to be odd choices; Trent Green for the Dolphins offense and Michael Strahan for the Giants defense. In the case of Trent Green, he just joined the team during the preseason, is he really a leader of that team? As for Strahan, he held out for the entire preseason. I know he argues that he was trying to decide if he wanted to play, but I believe it to be a case of a veteran player not wanting to go through the training of the preseason. Either way, he's not the type of player that I would call a captain. Captains are supposed to be leaders of the team. Strahan certainly did not display the characters of a leader by holding out. Listening to the announcers, the C is supposed to promote leadership and values in the NFL, I think it's already a joke. That's about all I have to say about the NFL, since I'm not really a fan, unless it's to watch my cousin playing.
Speaking of the NHL, I am less than thrilled with the Senators new road jersey (i guess they really can't be called sweaters any longer). I liked the old logo with the Centurion's head in profile. I was never really a fan of the 3D head. but I didn't mind it so much when they kept the profile on one of their sweaters. If there is anything I can say that is positive, I like that they have the classic Ottawa "O" on the shoulders. Win some lose some I guess. Though I wouldn't be shocked to find that the Senators eventually unveil a third jersey with the '92 logo featured.
In news from the new apartment, I have decided that I agree with my roommate. The bathroom needs a mirror. Odd that a bathroom wouldn't have a mirror, but I didn't mind at first. Of course, that's because I don't shave regularly, and when I decided it was time to trim, there was no mirror to use, so I had to drag a tall mirror into the bathroom and perch it atop the sink while worked on my face with the trimmer. Otherwise, things are quite nice in the new digs. I also learned tonight that I would have an extra night to myself, which is great, because I wasn't in the mood to have people around tonight.
LETS GO MURPHYS!!!!
So, I saw the show, and came away impressed. Two of the opening acts were outstanding. Everybody Out and the Horropops. I was particularly impressed with the Horrorpops. Great music there, and the dancers were interesting.
The Murphys rocked. The entire fucking front section of Northern Lights spontaneously became a mosh pit once they got going. My friends weren't so into the moshing, but I gave it three songs before I needed to cool off. I sweat through my jeans, it was that fucking hot in there, and moshing didn't make it any better. I took one more trip after that, and was then content to just be a spectator, at least until they played Shipping up to Boston. That was during the encore though, and it didn't last long, as most of the pit got on stage for the encore. The show was definitely worth the money I paid and more.
I will say, I discovered that I am indeed getting old, as I think the next show I visit, I'll be packing ear plugs. The music was indeed too loud for my liking, and I'm suffering for it a bit right now.
Anyhow, I'm working that shift I switched tomorrow, so I won't be here long. Good night y'all.
So, I saw the show, and came away impressed. Two of the opening acts were outstanding. Everybody Out and the Horropops. I was particularly impressed with the Horrorpops. Great music there, and the dancers were interesting.
The Murphys rocked. The entire fucking front section of Northern Lights spontaneously became a mosh pit once they got going. My friends weren't so into the moshing, but I gave it three songs before I needed to cool off. I sweat through my jeans, it was that fucking hot in there, and moshing didn't make it any better. I took one more trip after that, and was then content to just be a spectator, at least until they played Shipping up to Boston. That was during the encore though, and it didn't last long, as most of the pit got on stage for the encore. The show was definitely worth the money I paid and more.
I will say, I discovered that I am indeed getting old, as I think the next show I visit, I'll be packing ear plugs. The music was indeed too loud for my liking, and I'm suffering for it a bit right now.
Anyhow, I'm working that shift I switched tomorrow, so I won't be here long. Good night y'all.
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