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I'm tired. I need to go to bed earlier. Maybe then I wouldn't be late for work, and then I wouldn't get a damn speeding ticket. That's exactly what I don't need. It's so expensive here too. And my insurance might go up, it just sucks in general, and I'm a bitter, jaded man. But then, we already knew that.
My teeth are getting sensitive to cold things these days. More so than usual. Of course, without dental insurance, I won't be able to see the dentist for a long while. But most of my coworkers don't want it. Maybe if I were making as much as them, I wouldn't want it either. There I go sounding bitter again. It's been a busy week, so I should get started.
Wednesday I didn't do anything, which I didn't realize would be the last day like that for a while. Thursday I went out with Brian and Beth, and Kevin, and Brian's friends, and Beth's friends, it was essentially a bachelor party and bachelorette party combined, because Brian and Beth could never imagine doing anything without the other by his/her side. I just remember Joe, Brian's best man, leaving like $80 for the meal. Since he's the best man, I suppose. Well Beth and Brian made a big deal about how they couldn't except it, when Beth's best friend said this was their celebration and they should just except the gifts, because in the end, when one of us gets married, they'll do the same thing. They'd do the same for us. That's when I realized what really bothered me about the wedding. I mean sure, I'm bothered that Brian turned Beth into a mindless bobblehead, and sure, part of me doesn't think Brian deserves Beth, and sure, part of me is jealous that I'll never love someone and have them love me back, but the one thing that sticks out most, is that if the time comes, I have zero confidence that Brian would do the same thing for me. I have no faith in Brian's ability to do something nice for me, stick his neck out for me, or do any completely selfless act that would benefit me. And that all comes from his 21st birthday present to me. After that, I could never truly trust Brian as a friend. Perhaps I hold grudges for too long, but, oh, nevermind, I'm babbling.
Friday was Good Friday, so I had off. What did I do? Well, first went to the casino with Austin, won $100, so that wasn't bad. After that we went to the movie the Alamo. Austin, his girlfriend, and his friends liked it, Ebert liked it, I did not. It wasn't awful or bad, it just didn't do anything for me. I guess it was just ho hum. After that we went to Old Chicago. After that, we left Austin's friends from work and then caught up with our friends, to go out to Minneapolis in honor of Stacy's 21st birthday. Her birthday was actually a month ago, but this was the first time since then she came home. So we went out, I was skeptical at first, but she was acting real cool. So I decided to buy her a shot, a lemon drop. The wussiest Goddamn shot known to man. It's like taking a shot of Mike's Hard Lemonade. And of course she wouldn't to drink it. She already drank another alcoholic beverage, so it's not like she didn't want to drink, she clearly hadn't had too much, and it's such a wussy shot that wouldn't put her over the edge either. And maybe if she thanked me but said she just really didn't want to drink it for whatever reason, I could've dealt with it, but she acted like the whiny, pissy little brat that I suddenly recalled she is. After that we went to Sex World, which was pretty much what you'd expect. Porn is so expensive there. Anyways, that's when Stacy's online girlfriend IMed through her cell phone. Well, she started to just want to IM as opposed to do anything else. We went to a dance club, but she stayed outside to wait for a call from the girl. We soon came out when we realized she didn't come in, and we all decided to go home. So once again, Stacy ruins another night.
Well Saturday I went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It was actually really good, even if I do have an aversion to Jim Carrey. After that we went comic book shopping then I went home and got ready for the wedding. I left a good hour ahead of time so as not to be late. But naturally I got lost. The invitation only had directions coming from the North or East, there is such a thing as the South, you know. But it's really my fault, if I actually looked closely at the map, I would've known where I should go. Well I arrived 10 minutes late, and, of course, the wedding started right on time. So I was late, but it all worked out. The wedding was nice and Beth bawled at the end of it, which I found amusing. Everyone complimented me on my suit, which I do look quite snazzy in. The band knows of me, since they've played in Morris a few times, so they started singing songs but changing the lyrics and putting 'Dr. Bitz' in them. Well, they started this when the dance floor was empty, so I was forced to take up the entire dance floor doing some goofy dance. The band could hardly sing because they were laughing too hard. I just was wondering if they were laughing because my dancing was legitimate comedy, or because I was so uncoordinated and making such a big ass at me that they were simply laughing at me, opposed to with me.
Sunday was Easter. My mom made a nice Easter Turkey, which I did not eat. After dinner my family played round of No Limit Texas Hold'em tournament style. I won the tournament, much to the dismay of my brother. Won $8, even though taking my mom out like that was odd. I felt bad. She had the nut flush, what was she to do? After that I went out to see Jersey Girl. It was cute and fun, I suppose. Not my favorite Kevin Smith film, of course. Yesterday nothing much of consequence happened. Timberwolves won, if they win on Wednesday, they'll be number one in the West, they'll have no excuse for not getting out of the first round, then.
Thought of the Day: I was thinking of going to court to try to get out of my speeding ticket. Of course, all I would be banking on is the officer not showing up. But does that really work? And if it does, how often does the cop no show? Is it 75% of the time, where my chances are good, or is it like 1% of the time, where I'd have to get really lucky. Of course, if he does show up, what would I do then? I suppose I would just turn around and walk out of the courtroom. Lol
Quote of the Day: "Is that your final answer?" - a cop on Law and Order said that when a homeless guy said he Regis. It was so tacky I nearly puked.
My teeth are getting sensitive to cold things these days. More so than usual. Of course, without dental insurance, I won't be able to see the dentist for a long while. But most of my coworkers don't want it. Maybe if I were making as much as them, I wouldn't want it either. There I go sounding bitter again. It's been a busy week, so I should get started.
Wednesday I didn't do anything, which I didn't realize would be the last day like that for a while. Thursday I went out with Brian and Beth, and Kevin, and Brian's friends, and Beth's friends, it was essentially a bachelor party and bachelorette party combined, because Brian and Beth could never imagine doing anything without the other by his/her side. I just remember Joe, Brian's best man, leaving like $80 for the meal. Since he's the best man, I suppose. Well Beth and Brian made a big deal about how they couldn't except it, when Beth's best friend said this was their celebration and they should just except the gifts, because in the end, when one of us gets married, they'll do the same thing. They'd do the same for us. That's when I realized what really bothered me about the wedding. I mean sure, I'm bothered that Brian turned Beth into a mindless bobblehead, and sure, part of me doesn't think Brian deserves Beth, and sure, part of me is jealous that I'll never love someone and have them love me back, but the one thing that sticks out most, is that if the time comes, I have zero confidence that Brian would do the same thing for me. I have no faith in Brian's ability to do something nice for me, stick his neck out for me, or do any completely selfless act that would benefit me. And that all comes from his 21st birthday present to me. After that, I could never truly trust Brian as a friend. Perhaps I hold grudges for too long, but, oh, nevermind, I'm babbling.
Friday was Good Friday, so I had off. What did I do? Well, first went to the casino with Austin, won $100, so that wasn't bad. After that we went to the movie the Alamo. Austin, his girlfriend, and his friends liked it, Ebert liked it, I did not. It wasn't awful or bad, it just didn't do anything for me. I guess it was just ho hum. After that we went to Old Chicago. After that, we left Austin's friends from work and then caught up with our friends, to go out to Minneapolis in honor of Stacy's 21st birthday. Her birthday was actually a month ago, but this was the first time since then she came home. So we went out, I was skeptical at first, but she was acting real cool. So I decided to buy her a shot, a lemon drop. The wussiest Goddamn shot known to man. It's like taking a shot of Mike's Hard Lemonade. And of course she wouldn't to drink it. She already drank another alcoholic beverage, so it's not like she didn't want to drink, she clearly hadn't had too much, and it's such a wussy shot that wouldn't put her over the edge either. And maybe if she thanked me but said she just really didn't want to drink it for whatever reason, I could've dealt with it, but she acted like the whiny, pissy little brat that I suddenly recalled she is. After that we went to Sex World, which was pretty much what you'd expect. Porn is so expensive there. Anyways, that's when Stacy's online girlfriend IMed through her cell phone. Well, she started to just want to IM as opposed to do anything else. We went to a dance club, but she stayed outside to wait for a call from the girl. We soon came out when we realized she didn't come in, and we all decided to go home. So once again, Stacy ruins another night.
Well Saturday I went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It was actually really good, even if I do have an aversion to Jim Carrey. After that we went comic book shopping then I went home and got ready for the wedding. I left a good hour ahead of time so as not to be late. But naturally I got lost. The invitation only had directions coming from the North or East, there is such a thing as the South, you know. But it's really my fault, if I actually looked closely at the map, I would've known where I should go. Well I arrived 10 minutes late, and, of course, the wedding started right on time. So I was late, but it all worked out. The wedding was nice and Beth bawled at the end of it, which I found amusing. Everyone complimented me on my suit, which I do look quite snazzy in. The band knows of me, since they've played in Morris a few times, so they started singing songs but changing the lyrics and putting 'Dr. Bitz' in them. Well, they started this when the dance floor was empty, so I was forced to take up the entire dance floor doing some goofy dance. The band could hardly sing because they were laughing too hard. I just was wondering if they were laughing because my dancing was legitimate comedy, or because I was so uncoordinated and making such a big ass at me that they were simply laughing at me, opposed to with me.
Sunday was Easter. My mom made a nice Easter Turkey, which I did not eat. After dinner my family played round of No Limit Texas Hold'em tournament style. I won the tournament, much to the dismay of my brother. Won $8, even though taking my mom out like that was odd. I felt bad. She had the nut flush, what was she to do? After that I went out to see Jersey Girl. It was cute and fun, I suppose. Not my favorite Kevin Smith film, of course. Yesterday nothing much of consequence happened. Timberwolves won, if they win on Wednesday, they'll be number one in the West, they'll have no excuse for not getting out of the first round, then.
Thought of the Day: I was thinking of going to court to try to get out of my speeding ticket. Of course, all I would be banking on is the officer not showing up. But does that really work? And if it does, how often does the cop no show? Is it 75% of the time, where my chances are good, or is it like 1% of the time, where I'd have to get really lucky. Of course, if he does show up, what would I do then? I suppose I would just turn around and walk out of the courtroom. Lol
Quote of the Day: "Is that your final answer?" - a cop on Law and Order said that when a homeless guy said he Regis. It was so tacky I nearly puked.