i'm at the grocery store last night, buying half-price easter candy (or as joe's cousin so eloquently put it, zombie jesus day candy), when i see enlightenment (or is it just entertainment?) in the form of a light pink can. i've stumbled across a small quantity of TAB cola (in convenient and expensive six-pack form!). TAB is the original diet ( Read more... )

it's been a while. what did you expect, daily news? if you did, i've got news for you. i don't always feel the need to use this as a diary. instead, you get what i think you need to know. it's just more fun for me that way ( Read more... )

so... this weekend, i played in 3 magic tournaments. combined record? 4-5 in matches, 12-10 in games. i did pretty well in friday night magic, made top 4 with ironworks; saturday at columbia for the pro tour qualifier, i lost big-time. never really got off the ground. maybe in two weeks at wichita. maybe ( Read more... )

finally got the cards yesterday, now i just need to figure out if i'm going to columbia this weekend. chances are good b/c josh wants to go (but needs a ride) and I have a car... and cj says i need to go there and beat up on mu people (his term was "faggots ( Read more... )

will someone please explain why i'm so tired?
and for bonus points you can explain why i'm sober right now. there seems to be no point.

aaaaand i'm back.
busy as hell lately.
too much thinking lately, but what do you expect?

looking forward to tomorrow night's party and all that jazz, and then sunday's ptq.
finally satisfied with my chances at the ptq- i'm only worried about two and a half matchups; pretty confident i can deal with my only bad combo matchup now.

"fuck weed, cocaine's a hell of a drug"- dave chapelle (as rick james), in a guest spot on 213's album ( Read more... )

so i was writing today- and i realized that I keep viewing any home i have as a restrictive place, somewhere where i'm trapped in my own head and can't escape my thoughts screaming at me. growing up, home was where mom and dad ruled; at ksu, i lived in the place i referred to as "the palace of exile", and now i have my apartment, which really ( Read more... )

so i was playing beer pong last night at a house party as this abercrombie-clad fool was trying to impress a girl by rapping to her. and it's not the good rapping, like the violent, drugged-out rapping of real rappers, but the whiny, usher-esque r&b-style rap. pussy ( Read more... )

so here i am, updating rather than reading Lermontov. oh well, i don't have to have the book read until next week. maybe i'll get in the true russian mindset and read it while i'm drinking vodka ( Read more... )