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ok so it's been a while. here's what i remember:
on thursday night i met lex at matt murphy's for some live jazz. we drank guinness and it was fun. the music was actually really good. katie punked out but she wouldn't have enjoyed it.
the next day was bostonians final show. i left work earlyish, put on my cool outfit and then headed to citysides. blah blah blah blah blah blah blah show was fun, alumni were loud, party was ok, lex was there yay blah. trying to think of any memorable friday night stories to tell and i've got none. spoke to adam for the first time since he and katie broke up last... may? anyway, that was fine, not like adam and i had any sordid history that i was avoiding heh. OR DID WE...
saturday rolled on after extended after partying or whatever... i guess some kids went to IHOP or something. i chose to not do that, but instead go to the comic book store. i bought monolith #1, and the first book collections of powers and 100 bullets. i then came home and read each and every one of them. monolith was ok, and got me excited because it was the first of 3 issues that are out and it's sort of like being part of something new. the first powers story was fucking awesome, not even considering the fact that the author was namedropped by seth cohen on last week's oc. 100 bullets was an interesting enough story but the art just turned me off hardcore, so no more of that.
after i read all my comics, i tried to play videogames, but i still had some more powers to read so i got back onto the bed, read an issue, and then took a nap around 5. i played in and out of nap zone for hours and hours until like 11, i watched madtv and an snl repeat (i'd have watched comedy central, but, you see, over the past few weeks comcast has been slowly taking channels away from us, comedy central included). anyway, at about 1 i was like, ok i'll tak off my glasses and watch cosby. i actually heard some cheers eps but got to sleep nonetheless.
next morning i was up early, like 9, to watch spongebob. it eventually worked out so that jonathan and i were going to foxwoods, but we had to wait for tony to finish the red sox game. so we went to tony's for the game, he made some exceptional burgers and we watched the red sox win and then the tre of us went down south to foxwoods.
just played $2-$4 hold 'em, i got up quick. at my height i was $180 profit, and then slowly pissed it away until i stood up from the table up $100 even. at this point, tony had been drinking straigh jack daniels for a while, and i had a few under my belt, so we went and did retarded casino stuff like roulette and slots and video poker. VIDEO POKER, by the way, being one of the most strangely meditative things i've ever experienced.. you're just in sort of this zen like state as you are playing 7 hands a mintute... anyway, i put in 5 quarters to start, worked it up to 40 credits ($10) in no time, got bored, switched to max bets ($1.25) and was out of there quick.
so that was foxwoods experience.
monday was... mondaytacular.
tuesday was probably the same.
then was today, which was more or less your standard wednesday, except for the fact that tomorrow is like friday, since coachella is this weekend. hooray for coachella. although katie informed me today that in california it is super hot, which sucks ass, terrence.
and then, in other news, katie got a job as alumni coordinator or something similar at KUA. Tim called up this evening to reflect on this evening's the OC and after the requisite OC talk (ps. awesome) he asked what i thought about that whole thing. and really, what can I? obviously i'm hugely thrilled for katie to get out of a job she doesn't like into a job at a place that she absolutely adores... how great is that? any reservations are purely linked to me being selfish. i mean, with the departure of katie (in an astonishingly quick month), what am i left with, really? i have tony and jonathan, who are sorta friends but not quite... and then short of that whoever else i play poker with once a week. you see, i'm incredible good at letting friendships rot away, it's one of my biggest talents. it's funny: i talked to adam this weekend, and the conversation was how i was half jealous of him that he just fucking packed up and moved to california. got a new start in every sense of the word. there's something so awesome and so romantic about that. but it's also somehthing that i simply CANNOT do. i'm way too much of a coward. and this all opens up a whole range of guilty emotions with the whole katie thing. on one hand, i'm oussed because shit, when she's gone i really don't have all that much here in boston. and on the other hand, i'm pissed because i KNOW she'll go to new hampshire, or texas, or the fucking sudan and make a fresh start, make a serious go at it, and be successful, whereas i KNOW that if you throw me in a similar situation i cower and do nothing. like it's sick, but i envy her... because she gets to go to a new place and start over. whereas, really, i'm starting over myself, but without the convenience of being in a new place.
like, it's times like this i realize what a loser i am. seriosly, in my life right now i have katie, and i have poker games with some buddies. and i'm not that important to her and they're not that important to me.
anyway, while i'm getting all deep and shit. i got my stock option plans today. and also, my mom called. she called to tell me that finally, after 2 years outta school, i'm approahcing the normal starting salary of college grads. and she wonder why i get pissed off when she mentions this crap/ y'know, i love it at staples... but i know it's not the wall street job. it's nothing special, but i really enjoy it there.
whatever... time for bed i guess.