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Straight after work on Friday I had to meet with my money guy and talk about my future. Weird. Straight out of that I met up with JAB and his crew for some drinks and a burger. What I like about JAB is that he'll converse with you about almost any topic. His brothers are funny.

This new-found gang of old buddies met up for prime rib and chilling on Saturday. A lot of jokes got thrown around and we had a good laugh at Dead Eye's expense. He's a weird character. He totally notices the difference between Coke and Pepsi and will accept no substitutions. We later jetted off to play some pool and talk trash. I haven't played a lot of pool since college and it definitely showed. Dead Eyes complained a lot.

Spent Super Bowl Sunday at Brian's house and enjoyed a very exclusive party. I gorged myself on baby carrots and lemon grass ribs and Stella. I think I ate my weight in chocolate cake. That was a task to finish, although a little piece would be really good with my coffee right now. My classic iPod had tons of great songs on the way to his house, but on the long trip back home my iPod was choosing a lot of stuff I was not in the mood for.

Puppets are fun.

I'm at my brother's pad right now just chilling and watching "The Hurt Locker."

Friday was a weird night. I'm not going to let that happen again. What started off as a night of some not-so-good short films ended up in party crashing and pizza. You think that should sound awesome, but it was really weird. I heard the pizza was good, but I don't remember it.

The robots played in Little Tokyo yesterday and there were so many familiar faces all around. Hugs and bro hugs all around.

Whoa. I'm feeling bored and restless. I should've hit up Mike to hang out but I was feeling lazy.

The new iPad came out and it's either love it or hate it, and I'm leaning towards the hate it. It's just not anything special... yet. It's just hype. I'd rather take a tablet with Android or another better OS on it for the money.

Beejesus, I wish I knew people who were up in my ungodly hour so it'd give me something to do, but I guess the quiet is good enough.

It's taken me a while to listen to Phoenix's album, "Wolfgang Amedeus" because their most recognizable track plays constantly on Cadillac commercials. If you've seen one, it's probably their song "1901." If you're not already sick of hearing that song on TV, then you'll be in for a treat with their album. I like "Lasso." Not too many songs get me to move my feet like that song does.

I'm re-watching Mondays Chuck because Kristin Kreuk was super cute in it. I need a new Hollywood wife now that my last one is married.

Hamburgers for lunch and dinner is like the worst diet ever.

Lets talk about the weekend. JAB hit me up for drinks on Friday. He said that he needed civilization, but I think I needed it more, so I met him at the local pub. We bumped into Henry and Jen and I got razzed for not being part of the new flannel/grunge resurgence. Haha. Afterwards JAB and I went to get 3am burritos. It's been a while since I got one of those.

I hung out with my brother for lunch on Saturday and then it was off to see Old Mike, my old boss a few jobs ago. I helped him cross out something on his bucket list. We sat out on the patio overlooking the snow-capped mountains sipping on beers and whiskey. He never let a glass or bottle empty for long. I'd be more than proud to scatter his ashes.

Sunday was a little boring. After class I just went home and chilled with the super tv and super computer. Later that night my sister and I split a bottle of wine, talked trash, and ate chips and corn salsa. The jar said "spicy" but it wasn't anything close.

Still at work, and it's moving... very... very... slowly. A nice chat helped move the day along a little.

Last night after class I had my first "real" meal in at least a week. I had lost my appetite and was practically on a one meal diet. The definition of "meal" was questionable. At times it was just a banana or a pot of coffee. It varied. After class I hung out with Tongster at the ramen house and split a few pitchers. We ate and talked life in our own "philosophy for dummies" kind of way.

It's cold and I'm tired, but I also want to rage a little bit, but that would be against my New Years resolution.

I'm getting way better in changing a tire. While walking June this morning I saw a guy struggling with a flat tire. It was so bad that he didn't have the jack set up or anything. I tied up June to a fence, which she probably hated, and ten minutes later - the spare was on and he was ready to go. There goes the clean pants I was wearing. At least it wasn't raining. He probably won't remember me either.

My desktop...

If I ever had the chance to direct a movie, it would definitely have Wilco's "One by One" in it somewhere.

I chilled and watched "The Watchmen" and "Up in the Air." Both good movies, but I thought "Up in the Air" was better.

I haven't been to an 18th birthday party since I was 18. Kids have so much hope and laughter. It was fun to watch. Things were so much easier when you're young. Too bad I never took advantage of that.

I think everyone pays attention to the loud-mouth, the asshole, just because you can't escape them. You can't ignore them. They're in your face. They make a scene and it's one of those people you can forget.

You know who you forget? Those who hold the door for you when your arms are full of groceries. The person who picks up your purse you dropped. When's the last time you described them to your best friend?

I spilled my heart. I can't do more. Time is never on my side. What else can I do? Crush city, baby.

I'm no one special. I wish I was. I have to make due with what I have. Always forward. Forward.

Wilco will love you, baby. I was too late. Is it too late?

Yikes. I went to the bank today and was shocked to see my balance. Christmas splurging really hit me hard. I like this super computer, though. It's such an upgrade over my last laptop. Within 30 minutes of getting this laptop, I've already installed a new OS and am dual booting like nuts.

Even though I'm in the poor house, I still donated a little something to the Red Cross to help with the Haiti crisis. It's not much but any little helps. Some people will say, "what have they done for us?" But why does that matter? They're in terrible shape and thousands have died. People are people.

http://consumerist.com/2010/01/want-to-participate-in-haiti-relief-effor...

Why do nice guys finish last?

Ew. I picked up my guitar for the first time in 2010 and the first time in a loooong time. I'm very disappointed that I don't play any of the eclectic/weird stuff that I like. I don't listen to death metal, but I'd love to know how to shred. I love the blues, but I can't play anything even close. All I can play is high school "Battle of the Bands" stuff.

I've gotten phone calls from all over the place today, but none from anyone I wanted to talk to.

I want to be a CIA agent, but I'm afraid the background check and friends and family interviews will do me in and result in a job loss.

This day was weird.