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Monday, October 31st
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My
place of work. |
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Happy Halloween! Happy first day of work to me! |
Sunday, October 30th
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I know it looks like a
Halloween costume, but I just ran out of laundry, that's all.
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Saturday, October
29th
Friday, October 28th
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haven't been updating for a while, for all those who are surprisingly
interested in my life. In short, I've been shooting
a lot of pool. Every day, a couple of hours. And after all this I
lose my match on Tuesday. And I didn't lose because my opponent won. I
lost because I lost, because I scratched on the eight twice.
And these things happen. I know that. It's happened to
everyone. And I have to just put it behind me. It's not even a big deal,
it's not a play-off match or anything. But it's still bothering me! I
can't help but be really pissed off at myself and feel that all that
practicing lately was useless. I know that's wrong, but I can't help
thinking it anyway.
What else have I been doing? Watching movies, watching
TV shows, invading people's houses, and working. For my part-time job
thing. I'm still waiting to start working full-time; hopefully, this
Monday.
So, ok, from now on, I'll try to update more often.
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Thursday, October
27th
Friday, October
14th- Sunday, October 16th
KSP "Slyot"
That is: Russians,
Camping, Music,...
Bloomsburg,
Pennsylvania
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Went camping with
Matt and Eugene to Bloomsberg, Pennsylvania. A crazy, long drive through
pouring rain and political debates. |
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"Peeling is fun, try it!" Can't
say "no" to that. By the way, does anyone have Boardwalk? |

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It's Tannersville, Pennsylvania!!
That's where Don crashed my car five years ago! |
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It's the KSP
security people. A little too dressed up, in my opinion. |
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Our "mansion" tent
(compare
to the picture of our KZM tent below!)
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Nice, big grill this time, too! |
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Melted fork.. |
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My family went as
well, but they didn't stay in the same area as us. So on Saturday, my mom
comes by my tent, and starts bumming cigarettes, then asks for a bloody
mary. Matt, who was already on his way towards being drunk, keeps pouring
my mom more and more, and ends up getting her really drunk, which was very
weird, considering my mom never drinks. |
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Matt learns guitar. |
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Mmmm...big bottle of vodka... |
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After a few days of hearing the same songs coming
from every camp site, though, I don't think I can touch my guitar or hear
these songs for at least a week.
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But it was fun! |
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singing familiar songs by the fire. |
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And I met many really nice and
drunk people, and many great guitar players, and I heard many songs, some
of which I haven't heard in ages. |
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Matt and Eugene, drunk and tired. |
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brother, Theodore. |
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Being tortured
by his friends, who all came to visit our camp site and help us finish our
food.
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My brother torturing Eugene. |
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Sunday, early afternoon. We're packed, and ready
to go home. I have a pool match to play tonight.
Eugene and I pack up the tent, while Matt walks
to the parking lot to bring the car over.
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Half an hour later, a phone
call: Matt can't locate his car keys!
We looked everywhere, asked everyone, but to no avail.
Finally, we called AAA, and then the local locksmith. |
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Meanwhile, my phone is out of batteries, and so
is everyone else's. The local phone doesn't work.
I use my mom's phone to try to get a price
from AAA, but they had me on hold for so long that I just ended up calling
the local service. |
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we expected, which was very nice,
but we did have to wait for- literally- hours. |
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made Matt a new key, and, 5 hours later than we had hoped, we were on our
way home! |
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So why is it the case that every
time I travel, I always fall into some kind of crazy, uncalled for,
story!?
Last time we went camping, we had the whole
"Mark thing". And now this!
And the worst part- my pool team had to forfit
the last match. =( |
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The beautiful colors of
autumnal Pennsylvania! |
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And the sunset, the last
photo before my camera battery joined the rest of the dead technological
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Tuesday, October
11th
Look, it's George! George, sign up on my forum, you!
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Tonight, Pocket Aces v. Team Chooch.
-Team Chooch-
-Pocket Aces-
Scott
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Christophe |

Adrian |
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Coaching... |
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Danny and his "cool" friend |
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Sue |
Danny |
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3 AM on an empty train to Brooklyn with Adrian.
Wednesday, October
5th
Check out Sunday Division 201 and
Tuesday Division 13 Statistics,
In my
page.
There is a lot of information missing on the
statistics of the first two weeks, so if you know something,
email or call me.
Tuesday, October 4th
Check out a new story in
Barlogues.
I am co-captain of Adrian's new pool team! All
members, the schedule is now posted, in the billiards
section.
***
Check out the September
page, I posted some stuff there recently that was only updated now.
For instance,
bunnies

Sunday, October 3rd
The Medieval Festival at
Tyron Park
Tyron Park, up in Washington Heights, or whatever that area is. Beautiful views
(except for the fact that that's Jersey on the other side...gross).
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Errr...
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Face painting
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Three-legged dogs!!
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Bikers!
Big chickens for little people.
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Adrian finds his Scottish roots.
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The cellular phones don't quite fit in!
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Spooky-ky-ky
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Is this some kind of computer age rebellion thing? I don't get it. Someone
please explain.
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The Aristocrats! ::snaps fingers:: (Only those who've seen the documentary will
get the joke)
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Big, mean, fat guy who walked the streets challenging everyone to a dual.
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Yeah, you blend.
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And here I am!
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The festivities...
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Music:
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painfully off-key.
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The Knight fighting.
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Mmmm... sexy long-haired Medieval knights.
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The Chess fighting:

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Stretch those legs, ye sexy men.
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Take him down, woman!
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Take down that give-to-the-poor thief Robin Hood!
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Let's take a break to dance.
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We've got you now, old grey-haired fat man!
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Take that you puny little man!
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Ouch!
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You can take me, but you'll never take my alcohol!
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That's right, don't mess with a man with booze!
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Mmmm... ye meat pies!
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Grrrr...
Ahhh!
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Buggsy goes for a new look:
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And last but not least, the interestingly stated bleacher rules.
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I haven't had enough: to September-->
September
All previous months --> Link to Life was.
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