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Let’s give it up for month number 5!

Posted in Circadian Events with tags , , , on 4 June, 09 by MastrN8

Here I sit typing away. It’s just past midnight and I am wondering why I am not sleeping right now. Not much going on lately. That’s the problem. Gotta tell you though, my imaginary friends, May was a freaking awesome month! Filled with finals, celebrations, and baseball! Not to mention new and old friends and concerts. God damn it was great times!

May began with finals, as you can read for yourself in the previous post. I did pretty well, I must say, on three of my four finals. Leading into my last final, my math final, I had three A’s. I didn’t know what I needed on the final to ensure an A, but my teacher made it very clear that I had the highest grade in the class. This meant two things: I would be setting the curve for the rest of the class, and as long as I didn’t completely bomb the test, I would be fine. Well, guess what happened boys and girls? That’s right, I choked! Still, it took two weeks of torture until my A was posted. Another 4-0 semester baby! Woo!

The day after finals my father-in-law took his mother and I to a professional baseball game. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. My team lost but I managed to nab a foul ball! It was sweet! The thing is this though, I pushed a little old lady out of the way in order to get it… let me explain. So my grandmother-in-law is not at the peak of freshness, so to speak. This is a double-edged sword though because her condition allowed us better seats… Holy crap now I’m exploiting little old ladies, see you in hell!
Anyhow, here we are in these awesome seats behind home plate but up high enough to be in the shade. Grandma has the aisle seat, her oxygen has seat two, and yours truly is sitting in seat tres. All of the sudden, in the fifth inning, a foul ball is hit toward us and lands a section over. Nobody was paying attention however and the ball rolled straight towards us… one row down. That’s when I employ  the mad ninja skills, GENTLY place my hand on grandma’s shoulder to lean over the seat in front over her and grab the ball as it rolled by. AWESOME! So what if I sound like an asshole, she wasn’t going to dive for it.

Anyway, that day was about a week after my birthday. My birthday was uneventful because I was in the midst of finals week. No big deal. That’s what I thought! On May 16th, my incredible wife threw me an incredible surprise party! I had friends there from four cities and three states! It was much more than I deserved and will go down as one of my favorite memories of all time. There were about forty of my closest friends and family there, I didn’t realize I knew that many people, let alone knew that that many people cared for me. I am truly lucky. Thanks, everybody!

I also caught up with a few friends that I hadn’t seen for a long time in May. Right before my B-day, a buddy was in town from Portland. I love this guy. We met a few years back when we worked together. We eventually went our separate ways but have kept in touch. I hadn’t seen him in three years but we picked up our conversation right where it left off. We had lunch and parted again but I know we will always be pretty close.

About a week ago I had a friend in town from New York. Incidentally, he was moving to the same Portland that the above friend lives in; unfortunately, they do not know each other. They would become fast friends. Anyhow, I met this guy on the job as well. He is probably as big, if not a bigger movie buff than I am. I feel that I will always have seen more movies though because I don’t let politics ruin my movie experience. If my buddy doesn’t agree with a certain comment a star makes or a stance they take on an issue, he won’t see any movie that they star in, regardless of how bad he wants to see the movie. I applaud him for his conviction but feel that I would miss a lot of cool things personally if I felt the same way. It is always great to see him though. He had never been here so I got to be a tour guide all day for he and his lovely wife.

Finally, another friend of mine and I went to an awesome concert at the end of May. One of our favorite bands, The Street Dogs played; The Offspring headlined. The concert was freaking incredible! We go to this concert every year and this year was probably the best! I felt that the two aforementioned bands did not play near enough songs but there were also three other bands, oh well. We also met some great concert buddies! You know those people you sit next to at a concert and end up never talking to again? I’m hoping that isn’t the case this time. We had a great time and were able to find a lot in common. I’m hoping a good friendship can blossom.

Anyhow, what a month! One of the best thus far. I began my summer class last week and let’s just say that as of right now, it looks like a really, really, really long summer. I pray that June will turn out better than May, I don’t see how that’s possible though.

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Twitter, blogs, Facebook, hell, why not just follow me around?

Posted in Scattershot with tags , on 24 March, 09 by MastrN8

I have been blogging (poorly) for just over a year now. I really do enjoy it even though I hardly ever write anymore. For me it’s a way to clear out and reorganize the junk bin ‘tween my ears. I have found that when I do jot something down, even just a line or two, I feel clear-headed and better able to focus. It’s like working out in two ways; first, you always feel better once it’s done and you are motivated to do it more frequently immediately afterwards. Secondly, the best times to blog, or workout, are when you wish to perform said activities the least. Over the past year, this has been my main form of mental release.

Just a few months ago I caught back up with the rest of the world by signing up with Facebook. I was able to reconnect with those that I had lost and those that were just acquaintances at first I am finding that I have a lot in common with. All in all, I am shocked, amazed and frankly bummed that I didn’t join Facebook sooner. It’s all good though. I’m still learning the rules of engagement and the different colloquialisms that go along with the site. I love it and am truly addicted to it. My favorite part? Reading the status updates that people post, by far! It’s like talking or texting to someone all of the time!

Whether he knew this fact or not, my brother-in-law told me that I should join Twitter. At first I was skeptical simply because I had no idea what it was. I thought that it was just another blogging site.  As you can tell I already belong to one of those. After he explained to me that it was just like facebook’s status updates without all the other junk, I was very interested! Needless to say, I am very much now a Twitter-er. I am proud to say that I have even linked my phone so that I can update my status via text. Call me what you will but I think this is awesome.  My only complaint is that I don’t have the amount of friends on Twitter as I do on Facebook. My hope is that my friends read this and become converts.

Hello 21st century!

Going through the motions

Posted in Circadian Events with tags , , on 8 March, 09 by MastrN8

I sit here staring at the screen knowing that I want to write and need to write but I cannot. My original plan was to write about the events that transpired in Mexico and lead it into my everyday life, but alas, those stories tower above me and intimidate me. There is a lot to tell and frankly, I wish not to type it all out. I know that I’ll regret this decision but screw it. It was fun and great and the wedding was awesome. Chichen Itza was amazing! Let’s move on.

So I recently joined facebook at the behest of my mom. I have to admit, it is pretty cool. I have reconnected with some long lost acquaintances and find myself logging in on a daily basis just to see what a buddy of mine wrote as his current status. There are some extremely creative people out there.

School is starting to wear on me which is a drag since it is very early in my long school career. I have been finding it hard to focus and concentrate. Whenever I reach my preordained study times that I allot myself, something else always comes up. I have a Bio exam tomorrow afternoon. I didn’t study all weekend. I have a Micro Bio lab practical on thursday. I didn’t study all weekend. I have a math test and a Micro Bio exam next week on consecutive days. I didn’t study all weekend. See a pattern? I don’t know what is wrong with me. A few months ago nothing occupied my time more than cracking the books. Now, I feel bored, listless, and completely unmotivated.

I better go over some Bio stuff for the next hour or two before bed. We’ll see how it goes.

Words fail me.

Posted in Scattershot with tags on 29 September, 08 by MastrN8

Today I have little to say. I’m writing this post just to keep up on it. I am really trying to make this blog updated as best as possible. I have a couple of drafts that I have yet to post. One of which is extremely hard for me to write; it is a lament for two of my favorite entertainers that have recently fallen. I’ll continue to work on it and hopefully post it this week. I apologize to you, my imaginary fans, for at the moment words fail me.

A Wacky Weekend with the In-Laws

Posted in Scattershot with tags , , on 22 September, 08 by MastrN8
This past weekend the wife and I gathered our junk, loaded the Explorer, and headed on down to the in-law’s house in order to participate in their annual garage sale. I freakin’ hated it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my in-laws and consider myself lucky for being related to such great people, however, I am constantly looking for an excuse to not be a part of this disgusting ritual known as the garage/yard sale.

I have always hated them. Yard sales I mean. The thought of forsaking what always turns out to be an entire weekend, gathering, tagging, sorting, displaying, haggling, and eventually throwing away junk that I have harbored for years makes me want to vomit blood whilst being impaled rectally with the fat end of a bowling pin. Too graphic? Sorry, but that description will give a very minute inkling of what I would rather do on a Saturday afternoon rather than bartering with the general public. I am of the philosophy that if I haven’t used something for six months or more, I probably won’t ever use it again. Seems like a winning attitude for a yard sale gatherer huh? Hang on, I would rather donate or destroy those things than let strangers pick through it. Regardless of the fact that the wife and I made about $400, I have to ask myself, was it worth it? Really? I contemplate and contemplate but I always come up with the same answer: HELL NO! I would have rather paid twenty bucks on a two hour trip to the dump than waste 16 hours making sure that no one stole my wife’s grandfather’s big brass hanging key-holder shaped like, you guessed it, a goddamn skeleton key!

Now, I may be extremely judgemental, however, I noticed that for the most part the people that shop these low-rent flea markets are genial, laid back, good solid citizens. You can’t run into too many snobs that are willing to pay a quarter for 25-year-old wool socks. That just isn’t in the cards. However, every one “shopper” in twenty is flat-out disgusting. The kind of person whose smell lingers, in the open air mind you, for about half an hour after having left. These are the ones that you hope aren’t looking to buy a chair for fear of having the next “shopper” gag as they sit down. They are also the ones that haggle over nickels and dimes. If something is marked for two dollars, then they want it for one. If something is marked for twenty dollars, they want it for one. They are the primary reason that I’d just rather take everything to the dump. At least that way I still get the smell without the aggravation of repeating the words, “the price is marked, dude”; or “No, I will not go any lower”; or “I’ll throw in this 10-year-old bar of soap if you please promise me that you’ll use it by combining it with water, in a ritual that I like to call ‘taking a shower’, now, get outta my face hippie”.

Typical "shopper" this past weekend!

Typical "shopper" this past weekend!

Helluva weekend.

Posted in Circadian Events with tags , , on 16 September, 08 by MastrN8

This past weekend was a blast. Got to hang with my dad, which rarely happens and got to see a great ballgame.

Last Friday I was still bummin over the chem test that I had failed the previous week. I look to the future with hope however, as the current chapter makes a little more sense to me than the last two. Anyhow, I stayed late Thursday night doing homework, continued on it all day Friday and still had to stay up until seven Saturday morning so that I could get it all done and enjoy the weekend.

After a three hour nap on Saturday, I showered and packed so that my dad (coming from out of town) could scoop me up and take me up north where we attended a family party. We got there around two and had a blast playing some Cornhole and tossed the football around. We left around 7 or 8 so that we could head downtown where we checked into a Grand Hyatt so we could sleep in and avoid the crowded streets on our way to the game the next day. We did this intentionally so that we could go bar-hoppin and check out the downtown scene. We had a lot of fun, though I have to admit, it was very quiet downtown for a Saturday night. We hit up a few bars (mostly just to stay out of the intermittent rain) and met quite a few really cool people. Everyone kept asking what Dad did for a living and when he said that he was a high-ranking corrections officer, you could tell that they were impressed. I’m so damn proud of the guy! The best response though was from this one chick who was absolutely plastered to the wall! She said, “Oh, you work in a prison? You’re a geologist then?” Nice. Coincidentally enough, it turned out that her occupation was flight attendant. She was from California and yes, she was blond-haired and blue-eyed. I couldn’t cram another stereotype into that description if I tried.

Around midnight, after having been out for about four hours, and having canvassed the majority of the greater metro area of downtown, we decided that the beer in our hotel room sounded better than the $3.50 jobs at the bar. We headed back and stayed up listening to my ipod and playing cards. I love to listen to dad’s stories when he’s lit up because they’re the stories that he’d never tell anyone otherwise, let alone his own son. Dad’s stories of taking moronic bets to do dangerous and idiotic stunts never fail to make me laugh til it hurts. He and his old army buddies put johnny Knoxville and Steve-O to shame. At one point I’m pretty sure I wet myself just a little. I’m not proud of it, but there it is. We retired for the evening around 3:30.

Next morning, since I hadn’t slept in about 39 or 40 hours, needless to say, I had difficulties. Luckily, I had slowed down on the alcoholic beverages enough to not have a hangover, but I was still runnin at about 35% capacity. I was not a happy camper. Mind you, dad had let me sleep in as well. We checked out of the hotel around 11 and immediately hit up the local Starbucks. Thank you over-priced pretentious coffee! George Carlin once said that the length of your Starbucks coffee order was directly proportional to how big of an asshole you are. Me? I order a grande coffee. Black! Carlin was definitely onto something there. I sure do miss that cranky old bastard! But I digress.

Since the game started at one, we thought we’d head straight to the field and just walk around. The game we went to didn’t mean anything as our team had already lost any chance of post-season glory. The stadium was relatively empty and it was nice just to relax and have a brat and a beer and bask in the glow of a fall baseball game. It was sweet. The day went by much too quickly as the game was a great exhibition of pitching prowess. I love those nearly scoreless games that rely on pitching stamina rather than steroid enhanced batting skill. To me, that is what a baseball game is all about. The rest of it is all details.

Dad and I had one helluva weekend together. Sorry you had to get the abbreviated cliff-notes version, but I do want to try to keep this page at the very least PG-13. Dad and I didn’t get into as much trouble as we normally do anyway. It was just cool to hang out with him. Hell, I never see him anymore since I’m married and live so far away. Don’t worry though, I won’t get all cat’s in the cradle on you. I will say this though, I hope that I turn out to be a fraction of the father that he is to me.

Sorry George.
You came in a close second, especially with bits like “The Seven Words You Can’t Say on Television” or “Baseball vs. Football”, but you can never top my hero.

Love you Dad.

Upcoming events.

Posted in Circadian Events with tags on 13 September, 08 by MastrN8

Today I am going to a family party and then onto a ballgame tomorrow. I have been so busy recently that in order to have this weekend with my dad. I had to stay up most of the night in order to keep up on my homework. I have a Bio test Monday, a journal critique and speech due on Tuesday, not to mention a lot of studying for chem. I failed my first test in chem last week and wish not to duplicate that result. It’s going to be a long week.

I have also been working on a new post for a day or two now. I guess it’s turning into more of an essay than a blog entry but it is totally worth it. I’m excited to see how many imaginary hits and comments that my imaginary readers will post. Oh well, if anything, this blog has given me an outlet to empty my head and keep it clear for the important stuff like molarity and obsessive-compulsive disorders.

Until next week…