has won. There isn't much there, but it is my new journal for everything. I would very much like to continue posting here, but honestly, I don't want to change anything more about this journal. It's like a piece of art, and to keep posting would just smear the picture that's been painted here for the past several years ( Read more... )

I've created a new journal, probably the first of two. Theolentangy is going to have anything I want to write about Magic. At first I wanted it to be private, but I've decided I'd rather just have it all out there. I don't have a second new one yet, but I want to leave all this drunken rambling behind... I'll probably port over some of my better ( Read more... )

I hate to sum it up so simply, but Baltimore was Baltimore. I finished out of the money at Nats, was tired by 8pm every night for some reason, and did not have more than two beers the whole weekend.

So much for Magic fame.

See you at the PTQs.  : /

Less than two weeks left. Overdrive time.

I wonder if they fired MLB's "Senior" umpire for last nights bullshit yet.

Seriously, do we have to help the umpires in baseball peel the fucking fat away from their eyes so they can see?

Also.

How many times do you have to tag someone before they are out?

ANSWER: MORE than three in Seattle.

This weekend was a failure ( Read more... )

Would you pay $65 to go to an oversized PTQ?

YES.

Also, $22 for Less Than Jake and Reel Big Fish tonight. An expensive weekend to be sure, but worth every penny.

What I thought was a BBQ at Brandon's house tonight was really a sit and go that took forever to complete. I enjoyed myself, but I wish I could have stopped by Caitlin's for the other get together(I'll make it next time, promise ( Read more... )

So twelve hours later, and I'm still here. A bad feeling plagued me all night, right up to go time. It took many realizations to learn what was really bothering me, the first being that this event was coming too soon for me. I tested and studied for more than a month before Regionals, and I felt comfortable knowing I knew everything there was to ( Read more... )

I'm leaving for Montreal in three hours. I want to dread the 10ish hour drive there, but I know it means more than just getting there. It's a return to what I used to do, albeit with different people. I'm the only one left really, from that original crowd of many. No one will make the trek anymore; they are all too preoccupied with living the life ( Read more... )