04.30.03
Yay!
My pee pee strip came up dark! That means I’m in ketosis! Take that, fat!
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My trip to Las Vegas
So, I was in Las Vegas from April 20-April 25. I wanted to write while I was there but there simply wasn’t time. So I’m going to take today to recall some of it. 
So on Sunday morning (4/20) I woke up to pack and get everything ready to catch my late afternoon flight. Little did I know, my flight was actually at noon. So I had 30 minutes to pack all my crap up and get in the car, or I would have missed my flight. Luckily, I ended up making it, but had no time to shower or get myself ready to take a cross-country flight. Oh well. The good thing is, I made it to the airport.
So, I had a fairly uneventful flight from New York to Dallas, and pretty much the same from Dallas to Las Vegas. I arrived around 5pm at McCarran Airport in Las Vegas and proceeded to get my luggage. Ooooooh, that was fun. My terminal conveniently was located 16 escalators, 5280 feet, and one smelly tram ride to the baggage claim. And when I got there, I thought I was in a casino. All the slot machines, ugly carpet, Siegfried and Roy videos playing everywhere, and Rodney Dangerfield telling me to walk to the left and stand to the right on the moving walkway. They didn’t put my flight on the screen, so I didn’t know where my luggage would be, so I just followed the woman and overweight child that I sat next to, and found where the luggage was coming out. On a side note, I feel sorry for overweight children, because I feel that their parents haven’t paid enough attention to their health. But that’s a side topic.
So, I’m getting my luggage, and this man that looks like Donahue is picking up everyone ELSE’s luggage, looking at it like it was his. And he was just doing it for fun! He picked up a set of golf clubs when he didn’t even HAVE any golf clubs! Some people are so irritating! So I finally got my luggage (this was quite the long ordeal) and headed for the taxi stand.
I was driven to my hotel by this nice lady. I’m sad to say that I couldn’t tell if she was Chinese or Mexican. That’s really sad. I’m such a white boy. Anyway, she told me about the monorail they are building in Las Vegas, and we chatted about the weather, and the fact that it wasn’t busy because everyone had just left town after a big tennis event.
I arrived at the Stratosphere with a sense of excitement and went to the checkin desk to get my room. My dad had warned me that I would want to get a room in Tower 1 (the new tower, apparently) because the rooms are nicer and closer to Elevator 1, which is by valet parking. So, I asked the blonde girl for a room in that area, and even though I was prepaid, she told me I would have to pay $10 more per night. That pissed me off, but what was I to do?
My room was very bland… like the cheapest IKEA stuff you’ve ever seen. But it was only a place to sleep. So it wasn’t a big deal. When I got to my room, I had to do school work. It really sucks being in school while you’re on vacation, but I had no choice. The ringing of the slot machine bells and the rolling of the dice and the clacking of the roulette wheel were all going on just 11 floors below me, and I had to post school work.
Anyway, when I was done, I got to take a shower and I headed downstairs to find the action. To be continued…
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I’m going through caffeine withdrawl today because I’m doing the Atkins diet for two weeks to try to drop a few pounds… and the late Dr. Atkins says no caffeine. Blarrgh. I’m convinced the man was brilliant, though. After reading his book and the research that surrounds it, I’m beginning to realize how brainwashed I was into thinking that a low-fat high-carbohydrate food pyramid diet was correct. In fact, the high school cafeteria even had a poster of that damned pyramid. Screw the government for making me fat by feeding me refined flour and sugar.
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12564
I think I’m beginning to realize the purpose of having a journal. I’m scared out of my wits… I’ve been realizing over the past few days that I keep forgetting things. Every day is few of so many memories, and when one comes back to me years later, I can’t believe that I might have forgotten it. Like bringing Biore strips to Jessica for her birthday. That’s a memory that might have been lost had I not put it down right here. How am I supposed to remember the way that I felt at any particular time if it’s not documented? I’m realizing that I have a horrible memory. I very well may become an old person with no memory of my life. I don’t want that.
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04.19.03
Tomorrow’s “Stupid White Men” Thought
“A black man being shot is no longer shocking. Just the opposite — it’s normal. We’ve become so accustomed to seeing black men killed — in the movies and on the news — that we accept it as standard operating procedure. That’s what blacks do — kill and die. Ho-hum. Pass the butter.”
Michael Moore
From Stupid White Men
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12111
So next week I will be in Las Vegas celebrating my 22nd birthday w/ my dad… I’m really looking forward to it. I’m really hoping that because I’ll be 22 on the 22nd I might have some luck and win enough to not have to come home…. wishful thinking. Something about that seems not right though, because I don’t think that fate is supposed to reward you with money… I have this hunch that earning things honestly is the righteous path, but it’s fun to try anyway. It just reinforces the lesson, I guess. Anyway, wish me luck everyone!
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Last night my kitty, Scooter, decided to be daring and jump out the window. I didn’t think he would do it because it’s 15 feet down onto hard pavement, but he jumped out the window, and I didn’t know it until I was standing in the kitchen and heard a meowing from outside. Sure enough, there he was, sitting on a concrete wall in our backyard wailing at me. So I went outside and rescued him and brought him back in. So, I said to him “I guess you won’t do that again! Silly boy!” He jumped out again. And this time he looked like he was going to make a run for it. So I went out and got him again, and I closed the window to a crack so that he wouldn’t jump again. So instead he spent the entire night moping around and wailing in the house, making a loud “mrrrrrow” noise over and over and over again. I still can’t figure out what his motivation was. It’s very confusing. Anyway, I won’t be leaving windows open anymore. (This is the kind of things I write about when makes me write meaningless things on LiveJournal just to keep it updated!)
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04.15.03
clothes shopping
Shopping for clothes sucks. Here’s why:
1. Mannequins - Who came up with this idea? The clothes look fantastic on them, and they’d look great on me too if I was made of plastic and perfectly shaped to fit into the clothes that they are selling. Also, they sometimes have weird heads that look like aliens or blonde albino Asians. What’s up with that?
2. Dressing room lighting - Ever notice how the lights in a changing room shine down in such a way that casts a shadow on every single bit of fat and every unattractive part of your body? The clothes that I’m trying on won’t sell very well if I *vomit* all over them.
3. “Vintage” - Some of it is really cute looking, but can’t I wear my own holes in my jeans?
4. Teenage girls - “Mom, buy me this! Mom, this is sooooo cute!” Get a grip. Get a job. Get a life.
5. Pushy people - Don’t you love it when people shove in front of you to look at clothes as though you’re not there? That’s always convenient
6. No items in your size - Yes, the ONE SHIRT that I really liked had to be available in sizes that only midgets and whales could fit into. Thank GOD they’re catering to the large midget/whale population.
I’d love to hear what other people think of this. I went through this experience at Old Navy and American Eagle this weekend.
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04.12.03
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It’s really hard to write something when you don’t feel like what you write is all that interesting. I’m going to clean up a messy room in my house this weekend and sort through years of crap to find out what I’m holding onto that I don’t need anymore. I’m feeling suffocated by my own possessions, so it’s time to get rid of them. I’ll post before and after pics, hopefully.
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