Yea, I am starting to really get jittery. The reality of leaving for Las Vegas on Thursday is hitting hard. This is especially true when now that I am home from work the fact that my bank closes at 4PM drives home the necessity to grab my bankroll on the way home from work. If I have to stay later than 3 and miss stopping by the bank before it closes,I am going to really angry that in order to finance the fun on my trip I will have to resort to the Casino Loan Sharks Stock Symbol (GOOGLE - GCA). Those people just ruin the lives of the people that frequently use their services. Although Jen one of their reps is a very nice woman and a dual citizen like myself Can/US.

So I am just trying to get my affairs in order. The first really is cleaning my my living space. There is nothing more annoying that coming back home from a trip to a messy home after you spent your time in a nice hotel with maid service.

Ah, just two more days. They seem so far away yet are so close in other ways.

The highlight of my Day was heading back home from a disappointing stop by the orange cat drinking my jasmine tea with the track "Brothers on a Hotel Bed" by Death Cab for Cutie Blasting in my car.

Staying home is a nice change of pace. Usually I am the weekend warrior out doing some kind of thing out somewhere. Not this weekend so far. Last night after my 3.5 mile walk after work all I did was watch my Niagara University Purple Eagles on the Dish Play the opening round of their conference tournament.

I then received a call from my old friend Bill telling me some really insane news about the politics and firings of people that I knew from his place of employment. It was just totally insane. Did these people think that it was still the 1970's? WTF?!?

After sending a score via txt message to my college buddy I ended receiving a call from him and spoke for about 2 hours. Ended up telling him that I broke up with Laura. He consoled me and then tried to sell me a move to Metro D.C. telling me about all his wife's single lonely girlfriends down there. That would be nice but I need about 200K more to my name to move down there.

I just slept for about 11 hours last night. I actually hurt when I woke up this morning, for the first time I could almost see how bed sores happen! Ha Ha

The highlight of today was taking the GRE, of which went alright. In being spontaneous I ended up driving out to Lancaster to check out where this place Desiderio's was located. One of my LJ friends bartends there and I just went hoping that the off chance that she would be working, but no luck.

In looking for something to do I gave my LJ friend Tom a call. We ended up meeting at his house and driving looking for a cup of coffee. Our first intention was to head to the downtown spot, but after realizing the home show was going on he changed his mind and drove to the Spot on Elmwood. There were some really interesting people but when Tom got on tilt about seeing his old guy with a newborn and sharing a comment to be about Viagra; it was time to leave.

So on the way back to his house we listened to a band called "The Artic Monkeys" Pretty good stuff. Apparently they are the #1 CD in the UK but unavailable over on this side of the pond.

So here I am on the Estrip. I'm wondering if my presence here is worthwhile. My LJ friends are probably just thinking I'm in some kind of funk. It is just weird that I feel as if I'm cheating on them or something. This week I did take a post and copy and paste it over there. If I didn't my blog would not have anything other than mobile posts made of me whining about my job.

The reason that I needed another place to place my thoughts may be close to resolving itself. Just when will I learn not to mess around with psycho women? It is funny but in chatting with Tom at Spot he mentioned being in the "Mike Zone" defined by being a total inability to talk to or communicate in any positive way with attractive women. He is so right, I don't know what the hell is going or not going through my mind. But Yea, the "Mike Zone" the kiss of a sausage party if you are one of my guy friends. Funny but sad at the same time.

OK I have to try to get a few things done. The reality of going away in 4.5 days is really hiting home. I have to at least try to clean up my living space so it is not nasty when I get off the plane, oh and get some laundry done. I figured that if I am going to buy anything new it is going ot be out there. Since when I drove by the Galleria my gut instinct was not to venture inside.

Wanted to go on a very long walk up to Stella Niagara today. It's just I have too much on my mind today and I must try to sort a few things out. My evening is most likely going to consist of studying and laundry. Usually I just go and take my clothes to a local wash and fold but lately everything I send them is coming back a size smaller. If you want something done you must do it yourself. Plus I need something to do tonight and laundry is something I have not done in a while. I am so FUN and EXCITING!!!

The sun is getting dimmer. I must run out and at least walk around the neighborhood for a half hour or so. The Modest Mouse "Ocean Breaths Salty" song is in my head reminding me of last summer when I just went out burned calories and harmonized with Nature on my inline skates.

So here I am in a place in Western New York SANS Snow and I am inside on my computer. This is about to change right now. Then I will be back and try to come up with something very light to do this evening. I'm thinking a short stop at Barnes and Noble and bed by 10 PM.

For the most part it did suck. Only about 20 people were at the show, I being the only person not in the junior class in attendance in the first set. Well there was this other guy, but I'm not too sure what he was up to. Even the band was not 100% as they were all under the weather with the flu.


There were stragglers that came in later. The highlight or low-light was this guy that I knew from High School. He was probably one of the most popular people that I knew. A*M*, even Steve when we was playing noticed him walk in and said on the mic, "A*M*!!!!!!!!!!!" He was the cool guy, hiss 9 cousins were all cool and so was his older brother. Now I saw him and he is just a shell of a person.

I head a bunch of things about him through the years but now from meeting him I can say that most of them were probably true. He now works in the Dining Hall of NU. He has fallen on hard times no doubt. It is just surreal to see him remain the same way. Wearing Sports gear of the Columbia Type, oh and with an "Alternative Girlfriend" complete with blue hair and other gear that goes to the school. How much things change and how they stay the same. Seeing him just blew my mind away. All I can say is I saw a couple of traits that I had from him from years ago. Hell I looked up to this guy, now is living and smelling almost like a homeless person. I know he has a place by campus and his mom is most likely helping him out somehow, especially since his Dad passed away a few year back.

All I can say now is my speech will be much clearer from now and I will actually enunciate my words. To see him looking with his eyes down and mumbling just drove home how I am at my worst. Needless to say I was really scared shitless on some levels last night. There is a part of me that fears ending up like that somewhere. The fear of being homeless and mentally ill somewhere outside the help of anyone. Never being able to pick yourself up off the ground and reduced to harassing drunken younger adults on Allen St as they walk to the Old Pink

It just drives home to me that things that I find myself mindlessly believing in. What do I value and what is really worth caring about in this world. It seemed that I did find myself that that show last night and it was all about the music. I love Radiohead and to me it didn't care about who was there, if they served alochol and where it was. I love that band and the music. Is it irresponsible for me to care about the music when no one else goes to that level? What are the important things that I should be focusing on daily in my life?

So I am at work tonight. Not a big deal as I am usually stuck working late on Thursday. It's just tonight they have a "Make a Wish" Poker Tournament tonight prompted by 97 Rock. Every table had a former or current NHL player. I was looking at the hockey celebrity list and there is this former Sabre that lives in Youngstown. He has his daughter playing with him tonight.

Now I have seen her over playing at Fallsview with this guy who is supposedly her boyfriend. She is a fireball to say the least. Being in her early 20's the kind of games she plays in usually has a minimum of 1,000 and up to 5,000. She rolls with a serious bankroll and the guy as well. They have been accused of cheating numerous times. It hasn't been proved but there some shady things have gone on, but nothing that can bar someone or get them in trouble.

It's is just funny in that when I was a kid I used to brag about meeting this former Buffalo Sabre. Later in life I found out that he wasn't all that good. It really was one of my first personal hockey connections. Now I find out that this chick that I did admire for her fireball nature but at the same time felt dirty by observing her play is this guy's daughter. Yea things like this really rattle me.

I have tickets for a game on the 24th against Ottawa. Still have no clue on who I am going to take. It has been about 4 or 5 years since the last time I have been to a game. It may have been against Ottawa in a Playoff game. I had tickets with my buddy Eric H and we hung with Jen and Tracy Muckler. That was right after their Dad started working for the Sens. Dam that was a while ago. The last time I was in the HSBC Arena was for the MAAC Championship when Niagara went to the Big Dance last year.

Ok must try to sleep. Then I try to have my peaceful day after 3PM

You know sometimes I swear I'm invisible! :-)

Today at work I was a bit annoyed by the beads and other Fat Tuesday paraphernalia. Party time is over, it is now Ash Wednesday the beginning of this Salome thing called Lent. Where we are supposed to sacrifice and suffer for a greater glory when the Easter Bunny comes along on Easter Sunday.

I'm not Catholic anymore, Heck I ate meat for breakfast this morning! It's just some kind of deep psychological programing that still resonates within me that kicks in every once in a while. The extent of this remnants baffles me and it is driving me to really introspect lately. Do I hold on to this religious reside because I deep down I still believe or just through familiarity, indoctrination, repetition all of it still lurks in me subconsciously? The extent of my church attendance was 10 minutes during a midnight mass last December, other than that the last time was 5 years prior. Strange.

I'm heading off to see my favorite Radiohead cover band tonight.

They are playing "under the taps" on the Niagara University Campus.

In a very unusual way I really have quite a bit going on for my own life speed.

The strange part is Vegas is not at the forefront of my mind right now.

Just got back in from an hour walk and 50 sit-up's. Again I feeling a bit spaced out at the moment. Soon hopefully I'll regain my composure.

So for preparation of Fat Tuesday I took my nap as required. Supposedly I was ready to go. Then the realization that my Father needs to burn $200 Can $'s in credits at the Niagara Fallsview Casino Resort. After waking up around 6ish I head out and lure him away from the craps table to consume some good Chinese food at 17 Noir downstairs. In between the casino floor and the restaurant the thought that concert tickets would be a wise use of comp points. So he asked me what I found interesting. Looking for something soon I ended up choosing to see "The Commitments." I remember seeing the film when I was in high school and yes they are the same guys from the movie on tour. Anyone want to join me? I have 1 ticket out of 2. Finally we ended up dining on a bowl of Won Ton, Beef and Chinese Broccoli and Lobster, almost using up the total balance.

I apologize to (e:Lady) Croft I did see you called but I was in ROAM at the time.

Then I ended up trying to meet up with the estrip group. After finding a parking spot on Forest I tried to look in Goodbar and Coles but to no avail. Coles is just too claustrophobic for my taste sometimes as it is impossible to maneuver with that oak wall. By the time I was on the sidewalk I got a phone call from my old friend Peter and was called for a quick conference.

About 11 we was free and tried Nietzsche's, looking for the group. No luck, I tried the Old Pink and Hardware. At Hardware I enjoyed a PBR and called it a Fat Tuesday, as I need to be at work in about 6 hours.

With Lent now underway the thought of my Old Catholic upbringing comes to mind. What am I going to sacrifice for 40 days? Usually it was something that I never bothered to do or did not like. A good example would be Sex if one did not have a significant other. It's just that your current situation is calling for a situation that you are giving up something you never had in the first place.

The real sacrifice is giving it up when you are in a relationship. The real suffering in dealing with the fallout of being a martyr in denying you partner something that she obviously was not consulted in going without. 40 days...would it be a week or two before one found themselves single and in good shape to carry on their Lenten sacrifice until Easter Sunday? There was a time when I was so Catholic I would be a total religious asshat and give up a relationship for Catholic Guilt. This would actually be a good idea when I delusional thought it would be a good idea to be a priest. Thank some kind of higher power that I began my Recovery from that Religion.

OK it is very late.

Yes, I am finally getting sick of LJ. Well not totally but like Theecarey I will still keep my blog going over there, probably more so than she does now.

For the past two weeks now I have just been lounging around at home not really going out as I have been known to. The hook to my user name is that I have seen Pulp Fiction on late night cable movie channels, usually on a Saturday Night. My last name is Vincent so I figured, Hey why not spin off Vincent Vega? Go UC Santa Cruz Slugs!

The sad part is I do not own the DVD