Whenever I see what appear to be song lyrics, I always google them and figure out what I'm not listening to that I should be. Whether or not it's a released song or just some guy writing, it's original material coming straight from the mind of somebody smarter than me.

We'll live each day together in heart
Because we spend so much time apart.

I honestly don't know how these random people leave comments on my site... but please continue. It makes me feel all warm inside.

This just in: My stat class is hard as hell. We spent 30 minutes this morning going over (gasp) a BAR CHART! And don't forget the 10 minutes on the data-ink ratio when creating graphs!!!

I owe David a lot. Not just for things he let me have, driving me to UNI, and showing me his place, but most of all for this.

A new taping scheme was employed this evening to keep my posters on the walls. You try anything tonight, gentlemen, and it's on like Donkey Kong.

And the Fortune Cookie says: "You are independent politically"

Surprise is foiled by it's own conception.

I lost my favorite visor. I really loved that stupid thing.

Playing poker this often is burning me out. I need a new hobby.

Also, go ahead and re-read the first line of this update. It took me a really long time to think of how to express that thought in so few words. ...I just want my time to be appreciated.

That old saying.. how you only hurt the one you love? Well, it works both ways.

So today witnesses another Crazy screwing and another bold, retarded mistake by me. The problem is that you never see the mistake until you've made it.

I wasn't into the hand, I don't even like the hand. Why did I play the hand?

Ah... but how much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?

Think about it.

Gagne may not be a baseball player, but he sure thinks he's Rick James, bitch.

Man, I hate that guy.

In other news, pocket eights screw me twice while I never showed a single hand I won.

What a match. Despite my 9 to 1 chip leadership, and through about 13 changes of lead, Mark Van Winter flops the straight flush and puts the nails in my coffin. I still won $10 for my efforts.

Also witnessed the first, truly random, pocket aces vs pocket aces matchup. What're the chances of that?

I'd rather be lucky than good. In our first tourney of the year, I won and took home $25 for 3.5 hours work. I really, really "smoked" some people I shouldn't have.

Home, sweet home.

I wish I were clever.

Matt's moving and his computer is moving with him. That's why those pics aren't working.

Speaking of moving.. I did. And it sucked. But I appreciate my parents and brother's help. At least it wasn't hot this time.

I got 23rd/942. I wish the buy-in had been more than $5. I would've made a little money.

Empty barrels make the most noise.

You ever wonder how many drafts I go through when writing on this thing? Most of the time...what you see is what you get.

But when somebody tells me that it's been awhile.. and I don't really have anything to write.. it takes me awhile to think of something even remotely interesting.

Since Friday I have replaced poker with video games. Different kind of rush.. same old headaches.

I finished 19th out of 885 today and received $123.50.

I've never been more pissed to win $100 dollars. I lost with a hand that I was an 80% favorite pre-flop. (First prize was $3855)

A chilling vision of things to come.

Heh... it's almost like looking in the mirror.

Mine is also 5 feet long...greenish/yellow...and full of spikes.

She tells lies about me. I swear I'm not.

Buy me something. Make it something nice. Go ahead.. I know you wanna.

I think losin' it also applies to my sense of humor. Mark says it's just cause I've been home for too long.. but the updates from months past are far better than the recent ones.

I've linked to them at the bottom of the screen. Go ahead and see for yourself.

How do I not own this yet?

This is also sweet.

I don't think it's so much what's in the toilet that bothers me... It's that there's no toilet paper in there with it. Am I to assume that somebody did that, and didn't take care of business afterwards?

Sick. I won't miss Lone Star.

Today I wrestled a midget, committed a felony, wore a fedora and sunk a boat.

Okay... not really. But that would've been money.

Would you live forever in a dream if you could?

David Aames, where are you now?

Happy August. Only 19 days until school resumes.

Edit: There are swings to the game I love. I'm back, baby.