On the 26th day of January 2008, Saturday, I woke up and really did not feel like doing fucking anything. So for a while I did not do fucking anything. I wrote another poem but I do not know if it will go in the book or not. So I left the house for the post office so I could buy some stamps and mail out a postcard to a SG that posted her address in a blog. Surely it was not intended for me but because it was a TEXAS!!!! postcard, I wanted to share the beauty. So I sent it out. Quite a pretty postcard it was though, so pretty that I am including a picture of it
The color is not so great in the picture but I did not feel like fucking with the glare from the flash. I was in a hurry so this picture will due fine.
But before I made it to the post office I went to the salon to see what was going on at one of my favorite places. It was a busy day there because a couple of other salons were closed for whatever fucking reason. I really do not mind, as long as my friend's salon gets more business and clients. At the salon I got a text message from my friend Stephanie, she was kind enough to provide a couple of pictures for this project of mine. We caught up on the last week or so via text messaging.
This is my good friend Stephanie.
These are the stamps that I got from the machine. By the time I made it to the post office they were closed.
Our post office, from the angle you cannot see that the signs are not spaced evenly apart and that just bothers the fucking hell out of me. I am kind of big on symmetry with things like that.
After I got the postcard in the mail I went to play pool. There were a group of foreign exchange students playing on the table I normally play on. So I had to wait for them to finish. When they were done I invited them to play a game with me. We played doubles, one of the girls wanted to be on my team so we could beat the boys, GIRL POWER!, we won, naturally. I did not take pictures of that, for whatever reason I just did not think of it. They went to bowl after the game we played and I practiced playing 14:1/Continuous/Straight Pool for a while. Then Elias was his name, he came back over to play with me, he told me he hates to bowl. So we shot a few games. I did not play him hard and I gave him a lot of pointers and showed him a lot of really cool shots that he did not recognize during play. He listened and learned better than my regular student, but this has been my experience with all of the foreign exchange students that I meet playing pool at Lavaca Lanes. For whatever reason we have several (10 + it seems) in our town this year. The number started to increase when I was in high school and now it has gotten up there. I think it is great that others get to experience different cultures and what not. This brings us to the next picture, yay!!!
It was hot in the bowling alley tonight and I did not straighten my hair today so I just put it up in a bun. I was in my car driving home when I decided to take this picture. Cute it is I will say.
When I made it home I got online to delete e-mails and check out what was going on with some friends. I read some more of this great book and then wrote the poem. Just so you know the poem had nothing to do with the book. I was hungry and that got me thinking that I really have not eaten anything lately that I really wanted to eat. I cooked but my mother told me to cook whatever I was making for my grandparents but it was not what I wanted to eat. So I called the bowling alley to find out if Mary and Willet were going to skillets after work, they were, so I drove back to the bowling alley around 12:30 am to wait for them to finish cleaning up so we could go eat.
Well Willet let a woman and her son hang around after closing because they he knows her; they were friends from years ago. So I met them a couple times in the last couple weekends. I forgot her name but her son John asked how many pool sticks I have broken. So I do not know, it is a lot, I break hard. But he wanted to see it so we got a house cue and I broke and cracked the shaft about 4 inches down. I FORGOT TO GET A PICTURE OF THAT!! Next time I am at the bowling alley (Monday) I will get a picture of it. Well after I broke the rack of balls and the shaft of that cue he wanted me to hit hard to break it more. So I looked at a shot in front of me and told him that I can hit the 10 ball hard and probably break the shaft more. Then I said that the cue ball will fly into the trash can holding open the restroom door. They did not believe me and I did not set up the camera, but the fucking ball went. So they wanted to see it again. Well I did not have my jump cue so I set it up so the shot is easier to make. Check this shit out.
I shot the 10 ball into the trash can. The trash can is behind the bucket but you can see the top of it. The two pool sticks on the table allow the ball to climb up and hit the rail with the bottom of the ball. That gives it a good bounce; as you might have noticed. Willet is there mopping the restroom, that is why the door is open.
So I shot the 9 ball into a bucket sitting on a bar stool.
This last one is the 5 ball. I shot it off the table, it bounced off the floor into the restroom door and into the trashcan. Not to worry though it was a new and clean empty bag.
Straying from all of this these are the rings I wear, my hands have not been swollen from work lately so I can wear them again.
After all of that fun we went to skillets for breakfast. It is not very far from the bowling alley, like 20 seconds if there is not any traffic. HAHA yeah it is that close. Mary used to work at Skillet's, I think she still works there part-time when they need help and she is available.
I took this picture with the flash because I like how fog looks when photographed with a flash.
Without the flash the neon sign looks pretty neat. I think so at least.
My breakfast, the full stack of buttermilk pancakes. Maple syrup and butter is how I like them. I ate three of the 5, a short stack is 3, I get the full stack so the dogs can have a little breakfast as well. I forgot to add this last night but I thought it was funny, Willet ordered the vegetarian omelet + ham; then he said its cheaper that way but I still think its funny. In the morning when they eat them I will get pictures of that. It is already after 5 am and I need to post this shit and lay down. My Sundays usually never have much going on so another post is not likely. Fuck it though, you can wait.
So I am adding Sunday the 27th's post along with Saturday's so there are not two posts on the same day, thinking about it now I will fix that for the 19th as well. Besides I did not do much at all today. Around 8:50 pm I decided that I want some fucking icecream so I drove to Dairy Queen to get some. I was going to take a picture of the place but I charged my camera battery last night and forgot to put the fucking thing back in the camera, damn the luck. I Live like 40 seconds away from the place and I know for some 40 seconds is enough time to create a universe, but fortunately, my icecream did not melt. So I got pictures when I got home.
This is the dipped icecream cone that my mother wanted and the oreo and pecan blizzard that I got. And what a shitty job they did making the dipped cone.
The blizzard was not what it should have been either. Worthless employees they have these days. I never gave out shit as such when I worked there.
So I did not get to take pictures of the dogs eating the pancakes I got for them because my sister decided to take them with her to whereever she went today. Too bad for the dogs and her as the pancakes fell on my lap and the floor at the restaurant while I was letting them fall from the plate to the take out box. Oh well, maybe she will learn the lesson for next time. The only thing I did today really worth writing about was buy a compilation CD from one of the most amazing Suicide Girls ever to exist. And even better than that we chatted via SG messaging for a while. Once I find out if it is okay with her that I mention who she is I can tell you who she is. You probably already love her though. So yeah that is pretty much all of it.
The color is not so great in the picture but I did not feel like fucking with the glare from the flash. I was in a hurry so this picture will due fine.
But before I made it to the post office I went to the salon to see what was going on at one of my favorite places. It was a busy day there because a couple of other salons were closed for whatever fucking reason. I really do not mind, as long as my friend's salon gets more business and clients. At the salon I got a text message from my friend Stephanie, she was kind enough to provide a couple of pictures for this project of mine. We caught up on the last week or so via text messaging.
This is my good friend Stephanie.
These are the stamps that I got from the machine. By the time I made it to the post office they were closed.
Our post office, from the angle you cannot see that the signs are not spaced evenly apart and that just bothers the fucking hell out of me. I am kind of big on symmetry with things like that.
After I got the postcard in the mail I went to play pool. There were a group of foreign exchange students playing on the table I normally play on. So I had to wait for them to finish. When they were done I invited them to play a game with me. We played doubles, one of the girls wanted to be on my team so we could beat the boys, GIRL POWER!, we won, naturally. I did not take pictures of that, for whatever reason I just did not think of it. They went to bowl after the game we played and I practiced playing 14:1/Continuous/Straight Pool for a while. Then Elias was his name, he came back over to play with me, he told me he hates to bowl. So we shot a few games. I did not play him hard and I gave him a lot of pointers and showed him a lot of really cool shots that he did not recognize during play. He listened and learned better than my regular student, but this has been my experience with all of the foreign exchange students that I meet playing pool at Lavaca Lanes. For whatever reason we have several (10 + it seems) in our town this year. The number started to increase when I was in high school and now it has gotten up there. I think it is great that others get to experience different cultures and what not. This brings us to the next picture, yay!!!
It was hot in the bowling alley tonight and I did not straighten my hair today so I just put it up in a bun. I was in my car driving home when I decided to take this picture. Cute it is I will say.
When I made it home I got online to delete e-mails and check out what was going on with some friends. I read some more of this great book and then wrote the poem. Just so you know the poem had nothing to do with the book. I was hungry and that got me thinking that I really have not eaten anything lately that I really wanted to eat. I cooked but my mother told me to cook whatever I was making for my grandparents but it was not what I wanted to eat. So I called the bowling alley to find out if Mary and Willet were going to skillets after work, they were, so I drove back to the bowling alley around 12:30 am to wait for them to finish cleaning up so we could go eat.
Well Willet let a woman and her son hang around after closing because they he knows her; they were friends from years ago. So I met them a couple times in the last couple weekends. I forgot her name but her son John asked how many pool sticks I have broken. So I do not know, it is a lot, I break hard. But he wanted to see it so we got a house cue and I broke and cracked the shaft about 4 inches down. I FORGOT TO GET A PICTURE OF THAT!! Next time I am at the bowling alley (Monday) I will get a picture of it. Well after I broke the rack of balls and the shaft of that cue he wanted me to hit hard to break it more. So I looked at a shot in front of me and told him that I can hit the 10 ball hard and probably break the shaft more. Then I said that the cue ball will fly into the trash can holding open the restroom door. They did not believe me and I did not set up the camera, but the fucking ball went. So they wanted to see it again. Well I did not have my jump cue so I set it up so the shot is easier to make. Check this shit out.
I shot the 10 ball into the trash can. The trash can is behind the bucket but you can see the top of it. The two pool sticks on the table allow the ball to climb up and hit the rail with the bottom of the ball. That gives it a good bounce; as you might have noticed. Willet is there mopping the restroom, that is why the door is open.
So I shot the 9 ball into a bucket sitting on a bar stool.
This last one is the 5 ball. I shot it off the table, it bounced off the floor into the restroom door and into the trashcan. Not to worry though it was a new and clean empty bag.
Straying from all of this these are the rings I wear, my hands have not been swollen from work lately so I can wear them again.
After all of that fun we went to skillets for breakfast. It is not very far from the bowling alley, like 20 seconds if there is not any traffic. HAHA yeah it is that close. Mary used to work at Skillet's, I think she still works there part-time when they need help and she is available.
I took this picture with the flash because I like how fog looks when photographed with a flash.
Without the flash the neon sign looks pretty neat. I think so at least.
My breakfast, the full stack of buttermilk pancakes. Maple syrup and butter is how I like them. I ate three of the 5, a short stack is 3, I get the full stack so the dogs can have a little breakfast as well. I forgot to add this last night but I thought it was funny, Willet ordered the vegetarian omelet + ham; then he said its cheaper that way but I still think its funny. In the morning when they eat them I will get pictures of that. It is already after 5 am and I need to post this shit and lay down. My Sundays usually never have much going on so another post is not likely. Fuck it though, you can wait.
So I am adding Sunday the 27th's post along with Saturday's so there are not two posts on the same day, thinking about it now I will fix that for the 19th as well. Besides I did not do much at all today. Around 8:50 pm I decided that I want some fucking icecream so I drove to Dairy Queen to get some. I was going to take a picture of the place but I charged my camera battery last night and forgot to put the fucking thing back in the camera, damn the luck. I Live like 40 seconds away from the place and I know for some 40 seconds is enough time to create a universe, but fortunately, my icecream did not melt. So I got pictures when I got home.
This is the dipped icecream cone that my mother wanted and the oreo and pecan blizzard that I got. And what a shitty job they did making the dipped cone.
The blizzard was not what it should have been either. Worthless employees they have these days. I never gave out shit as such when I worked there.
So I did not get to take pictures of the dogs eating the pancakes I got for them because my sister decided to take them with her to whereever she went today. Too bad for the dogs and her as the pancakes fell on my lap and the floor at the restaurant while I was letting them fall from the plate to the take out box. Oh well, maybe she will learn the lesson for next time. The only thing I did today really worth writing about was buy a compilation CD from one of the most amazing Suicide Girls ever to exist. And even better than that we chatted via SG messaging for a while. Once I find out if it is okay with her that I mention who she is I can tell you who she is. You probably already love her though. So yeah that is pretty much all of it.
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p.s those shots are fuckin awesome! well impressed