--==Raining==--

Well, when it rains it pours. I shall not elaborate, but things seem to be picking up a bit... =)

Played some poker last night, got delt shit for so long, once I finally caught a hand or two I was way too aggressive. Ahh cards, such a simple yet mentally entertaining game. And its Sunday again, damn you... =P

Geezz

I got outrageously wasted last night. Went out with my buddies Brad Pit and Sparky. Started out (direct from work) at bDubs where we proceeded to guzzle mixed drinks at the speed of light. Also gave my number to this reeeally cute chick, i hope she calls, i'll keep you updated. After that, around 9:30 (i think), arrived at a place called Elsa's. This establishment is famous for a drink they call 'Bad Juan's'. No one is really sure what they put in them. They are pre-made and put out in one of those large 'mixers' that continuously churns the liquid around. I can best describe them as Margaritas with some hidden ingredient, i think its Everclear. Nonetheless, they ARE 'Bad'. By now there are a few more of us and we decide to head over to this place called Harrigans. I am riding with Sparky and we seemed to get somewhat 'lost'. We werent actually lost, but just ended up at the wrong bar, ANOTHER ELSAS! So naturally had to have more of those 'bad' fuckers mentioned earlier, DAMIT! We then leave there and find the correct bar, Harrigans. I suppose by this hour one could say I was a little tipsy. Time to switch to beer. After making an evident ass of myself till around one or so we all proceeded to another bar, i have no idea what this one is called. They could have dropped me off at the police station at this point and im sure i would have been fine with it. Proceeded directly to the top floor deck of the unknown bar where a few more beers were painfully put down. Its now closing time and i am about puke my nuts out. Get out to the truck a minute before Sparky and try to begin the ritual, nothing. I get in and we start to leave. At this point all the people from the unknown bar are pouring into the parking lot. We see Brad Pit and start talking to him for a second. Thank goodness that we were not on the road yet, as this was when i 'felt the urge'. So a special thanks to Brad Pit for stopping us in the parking lot so i didnt have to puke all over Sparky's truck. So the moral of the story is, DONT DRINK THOSE FUCKING BAD JUANS!! =P

BF2

Battlefield 2 is a sweet ass game, but EA has a few bugs to work out. Things that should have been fixed before release include, but are not limited to:

- sporadic rebooting of your system (not happening to me, but others i've talked to)

- Server list will not update after the first poll

- If you do a 'Server Search' the populated list disappears, then will not update. You have to shutdown and restart the app to repopulate.

I know this is mainly menu, server browser stuff, but it is annoying when you have to completely back out of a game when all you want to do is repoll your list to find a friend, or whatever the case may be.

Other then those small issues, this is one of the best games I have played for a long time. It's right up there with Recon 2 (boX), Splinter Cell (boX), Max Payne (PC), and Duck Hunt... =)

Monday

Well its Monday again. The weekends are far too short. We need to rethink the workweek. Ppl work waaay too much. I am in an unusually bad mood today. Cant really put my finger on it, but I know it has something to do with this place and my deep seeded depression from feeling alone. I need to find a girlfriend. I need something. I feel off. Not here. Out in space, floatin around like some echo in a deep cave. You know what I mean? I hate it. Im really not like this. I know this blog has just been a bunch of bitching that noone's gonna read. No that it would make it any better. I need to restructure my social skills. Be the fun uncaring guy i usted to be. Fuck all this responsibility shit... i need to go, visit the bofh link, it'll make you smile (if your a geek).

Its Wednesday

and I am drunk as shit. My Batlefield 2 PC game will not load afer installing the patch. EA can blow me. My friend Sparky and I went out after work and drank it up, the draft is not treating me right... I can not type anymore, I am going to bed.....

Ohh Sundays... How I loath thee.

At one time I do remember loving the 'first' day of the week, that really seems like the last. It has something to do with the Christians and the rising of Jesus, but actually began much earlier then that. You can find out more here or a quick Google search. But now my Sundays primarily consist of doing laundry and pondering weather I will return to my not so loved job on Monday. My friend Nick is a big Nascar fan and he call's me up all excited trying to get me to head to his place for 'the big race'. I do admittedly sometimes partake. It almost gets to be like a soap opera or your favorite sitcom once you follow the 'drama' for a little while. Who called who a name, or who spun who out the week before, kinda funny. Really just seems like a bunch of left turns, but to each his own, I will not criticize. =) Time to put on another load.

So much to do...

...and that is why sleeping is bad. There needs to be a pill that one could take where slumber would only be a necessity once or twice a week without adverse effects. Its really a nuisance when you are trying to stay awake and all you do is start nodding, and then jumping up like you've been branded with a cattle praud. Very difficult to be truly productive or coherent while in that zombie state. I'm gonna catch some z's, but i'll be back...