I always get creeped out by that little HSA Holiday Service Message that they play once in a while. Although I see the whole message of "From our families to yours..." idea going on at the same time it always made me think about their lives the other 11 months out of the year.

This may sound creepy but I always wondered about the shots of the reporters and anchors that are with their dog or stuffed holiday themed animal. The one reporter that I have always thought was one of the hottest women in the world was Ellen Maxwell. Ever since she joined ch 4 after WGR 55 went to all sports and news was no more she was always single with just a rain deer in those holiday shots. This year she is with a guy and hopefully it's not her brother. I actually feel a bit sad that someone so amazing as her hasn't found that one and only guy. What separates me from being a weirdo stalker is that I don't ever think in a million years it would be me. I only meet her once at the farewell party of the Larry Hunter show. It's more of being a nerd that I really empathize for her since here I am a guy in his 20's listen to news/talk radio.

So I find it quite ironic that I am worrying about a hot news babe finding a guy in her life when in reality I don't have anyone. Am I more of a compassionate person? Or do I consider myself chopped liver? Heck, I could be worrying about the lonely people on (e:strip).

Last night I ended up hanging in a Dive Bar in the Falls. It was a bit interesting to see a place still stuck in the 1950's but I was a bit leary of the people in the place not counting my Ex. The old guy that owned the place and his daughter behind the bar seemed like they operated the place for the love of it. The upside was the old guy was quite passionate about selling his tacky merchandise that he accumulated; it was a blast to see this walking singing Santa walk on the bar of the price of $15 dollars. The downside was this was a local watering hole for worn out people so the smoke was pretty bad. If I wanted to smell like a butt can I would have went to the pink and enjoyed great music and had interesting people to look at instead of old bar hags and senior citizens.

After receiving a call from my buddy Peter I ended up stopping by the Brickyard on the way home. It was packed but there was just a negative vibe in the air. The dude from my H.S. class was there, he had been there since 5pm and it was 11! How do these people do it I have no clue. It was typically a local night out except for a few strangers. It was just weird, my buddy was cut off due to an argument he had with his neighbor about his dumping activities on his property that apparently blew up before I arrived. After hanging out with a table of acquaintances I witnessed a fight! The last one I witnessed in this place was about 4 years ago. Apparently some old 40ish year old guy called some spoiled girl Ugly and the next thing I saw was him chocking her as they were taking it outside. Totally messed up. Where do these people come from? I'm almost happy I'm working this weekend now, Yikes.

This has to be quick as I need to be out the door soon.

I did have a good walk today after work (e:theecarey) it was pretty refreshing and uplifting. It was just like May but much darker in relation to the time of evening.

When I was out I did end up getting a call form a guy that I know from High School. Since I was going out to dinner at a local bar/restaurant I decided to meet him and this other guy that I went to High School with and some random woman. Back in the day I really wouldn't hang with these guys, but we were always alright to each other. It is just strange to see guys my age that have kept the whole going out 4 time a week thing going past 30. The kicker is that one of them is married and still hangs out in local bars here with pretty attractive women. SO after dinner I hung out with them and watched 2 periods of the game.

Now I go to work, meet my new Dr. and get psyched for Vegas. It seems that there is a bout of Holiday stress going around (e:strip). I wish I could cheer everyone up.

So I didn't do much of anything today and it felt great. I have only worked 1 our of the last 5 days and I'm feeling great. My skin is looking better and I sneezed out allot of the gunk that I breath in on a daily basis. All I can think is I need to get out of what I'm doing soon. Although I have been saying that for a while this just proves how much better off I could be.

For the moment I can get through the next little while until the Holiday. When I get back I just don't know what I'm going to do. It's just with 2 people soon to go out on maternity leave my schedule is going to go down the dumpster. Time for a move.

It's just today was a bit creepy. Going to Tops at 11am and being the only person shopping that wasn't riding on a scooter was not a good feeling at all. On my way to work to drop off a proposal I ended up stopping by a OTB and when I went in there I just didn't feel it at all. The worst part of it was the horse that I intended to bet on from the tip from TVG ended up winning the first @ Bay Meadows. I was 5 minutes too late. Then looking around the environment of a typical western new work off track betting branch I high tailed it out of there, the horse would have only paid even money anyway.


The highlight of the day was I ended up going to Wegmans later in the evening and ran into an old friend from years back @ NU. She's doing OK with her hubby out in Burt, looking for a job, etc. Then I ran into my co-worker G* of which was an interesting conversation for about 40 minutes in the middle of the grocery store.

Well I'm just going to try to type up some loose ends and try to go to bed.

Full of a wide range of emotions that I can't really pinpoint. Finals week for starters and to be honest I don't know where that is going to go. I have an open book compressive exam tomorrow and I have no clue on what or where to study.

A friend of mine that is getting laid off from the SBA has come up with an interesting business plan and I'm doing my best to make sure I can put a couple extra bucks in my pocket.

I'm totally anxious about Las Vegas.

It's not that i need to get laid but currently I have that raw energy similar to it that could be quenched by breaking out of my comfort zone and taking a gamble. The feeling of your stomach dropping down to the floor a la roller coaster style is something I wish I could have at the moment. It's just that finding it at the moment is a bit ambiguous.

It's just that need for an endorphin rush. I could get it by landing a new job, hooking up with a hot woman or betting $10000 and winning.

Oh, and I have Howie Day's "She Says" stuck in my head at the moment. Why I don't know!