School starts again in two days. Everybody seems to have some sort of goals for the school year from getting good grades to making new friends or whatever new design they have for improving their lives. Good for them I say. I totally believe that everybody can improve and setting goals is the right way to go. Me? Well I've got my heart set on going to Italy. I guess it isn't wise to get ahead of myself in preparation for a trip that is still 4 months away, but what can I say? I'm excited about leaving life as I know it, at least for a little while.

But strangely enough all I can think about is all that I'll miss while I'm gone from the states. Like I wonder if they show the Super Bowl in Europe because I'll be gone for that. Stuff like that irks me.

That and my increasing awareness of my own personality flaws. Its becoming more common for me to realize that my patience lessens for people the more I know them. Like at work I have all the patience in the world for people and yes, that is what I'm paid to do, but I think its because when you first meet people they are like a blank slate. I don't blame them for their flaws because I either don't notice them or they don't bother me. But with people that I know, the little things bother the hell out of me. But I've realized the stuff that bugs me the most are things that I myself have as a problem or have cured myself of. I guess that comes with being largely self-centered. Like today my mom was setting up a GMail account that I gave her and she kept asking me these silly questions about filling out the questions they ask and how to use the archives. I got pretty unpatient with her and kindly, but firmly suggested that she read the help sections. I then took a shower and after I went back to check on her she was well on her way to email heaven, sending off emails left and right to her friends.

What I'm trying to illustrate here is that I was able to figure out how to use email on my own and other people should be able to as well. Its not even complicated. I used to ask my mom all the time things like "Where is the remote?" or "Where did you put the LA Times?" And she'd respond with something like "Open your eyes wider and look!" So I did the same thing right? Maybe this isn't the best example, but the point is if I can do something, most anybody else should be able to also. And it annoys me to no end when people give up quickly when they're unable to do something that is a rather simple task.

I probably came off as pretty mean there, complaining about the person who raised me for 21 years, but this doesn't just apply to her. This applies to all those people who complain that they cannot get good grades when they spend their time playing video games or whatever. It applies to some morons at work who cannot wait bloody 30 seconds for me to finish with the guest who I was already in the middle of helping. This goes for posers. Those who refuse to like something just because others like it and discovered it first. And there are those who just copy everybody else because they lack the ability to form their own opinions about music, sports or anything else for that matter. But more than that I hate being a hypocrite.

Everclear - Santa Monica

I went to the Green Day concert on Thursday and it was loud. They played their new album, American Idiot, from start to finish and it was good. Then they encored us with some of their old stuff, Longview, Minority, etc. Unfortunately I'm deaf now. Well okay, maybe not, but its close. Right after the concert I couldn't hear anything. Yesterday when I woke up I had this horrible hissing in my ear. It lasted all day. The second morning afterwards it got better.

Unfortunately I think I've lost some of my high-pitch hearing. Like I'm pretty sure I used to be able to hear the crickets in my house clearer and more annoying. It is good that they aren't so bothersome anymore, but it sort of upsets me that I've quite possibly lost something that I'll never have back, even if it wasn't particularly useful to begin with. I guess its just the fact that I know that I could've just not stood so close to the freakin' speaker during the entire concert but I figured the loudness would pass. How foolish of me. As much as I want to say that the experience was worth losing something that I wasn't using to begin with, I can't truthfully say it. But it was still a good concert. And I guess the saying applies, "If its too loud, you're too old." How sad, I'm getting old.

Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams My favorite song on the new album. I also like Holiday, which actually preceeds this song on the album and are continuous when listening to it on the CD and when played live. They are listed as seperate tracks, however.

I haven't posted most of the summer. I can't give a good reason for it unfortunately. Laziness is the most likely suspect. But I've found that during the summers I've never had much to say because things sort of grind to a halt in my life. Without school I'm not forced to absorb new material or deal with new aspects of life. You would think that my job would give me more than adequate opportunities to do so, but I either haven't found them or they've gone ignored. But with school starting again and recent developments in my life I saw an opportunity to post.

First things first, about 3 weeks ago I turned 21. Everybody wanted to make it a big deal. My mom said it was a big deal because it meant I became an adult. I suppose I can't argue with that simply because in our society it is the symbolic passage into adulthood. After the 21st birthday, the next big one is 25, then just the decades after that. Turning 21, or any birthday for that matter, for me, has never been a big deal. I think some of that has to do with my own distaste for growing older and things changing. A sign of things changing is never good. Although I'm sure its happened, I can't seem to remember a time when I've desired becoming an adult or a grownup. Now that its happened, I can't say I totally desire to continue what I've attained purely by surviving childhood.

For my birthday, I just went out with my parents. We picked out a restaurant from the LA Times Restaurant Guide that was in Long Beach and I already can't remember the name of it. But I do remember that the Rack of Lamb was very very delicious. I'd go back there to eat again if the occasion ever arose for me to need a $30 dinner entree. I had wanted to go to Las Vegas on my birthday, simply because its the last remaining hurdle before I'm "legal" but I didn't really plan for it nor did I think it through and I never went.

But then a few weeks later, thanks to some cool people, I went to Las Vegas for some 21+ fun. We did some walking around and shooping (mostly of the window variety) and, of course, gambling. My first time as a legal in Vegas yielded mixed results. I lost any and all money I spent on slot machines and any sort of video poker. But I was drawn in by the lure of the roulette table. We stayed at the Rio hotel and they had the lowest minimum for roulette that I saw. The $2.50 minimum bets made it an affordable venture for me. This particular roulette wheel, however, came in the form of an electronic table. Rapid Roulette is its name. It was the same as regular roulette except that the bet placing is electronic, so all the dealer has to do is deal with is buy ins and cash outs, and spinning the wheel.

So the first night I played $20 and won $50 after being up as much as $80. Pretty good. The second night I quickly lost $25 and decided to play the other $25 I'd won the night before. That slowly left me as well. So even though I was up, I couldn't stop myself and just like all the warnings people give about gambling, knowing when to stop is the most important. But of course I couldn't, so I lost all $50. I kept hoping the number 33 would spring up and pay up big for me, but of course it never did. Then before going to sleep, I decided to play another $10 despite the protestations of those holding my best interests in mind. I won up to around $20 then dropped down to the $2.50 minimum bet. I put as much as I could on the number 33, staying the course as I had bet on it everytime previous. I didn't put all my bets on it of course, but every spin of the wheel had the number covered. Anyways, with a $2 bet on 33 and several other inside bets covering it, I almost walked away resigned to the fact that my money was gone. Then the dealer says 33. Of course I totally think that she is joking. But she did not joke me. Indeed I hit 33 and won over $90. A pretty good night, in the end. I went to sleep, knowing the next day I would go home.

But the next morning I rather quickly lost my $90, then another $15 on top of that. I can't say I was too depressed, because I don't think I ever expected to hit it big or anything. But checking out of the Rio without any winnings to show for was pretty sad. I then headed over to Ballys resigned to having lost already and watching a friend gamble at the Shooting Gallery slot machine. But on my way to the machine, I saw a $5 minimum roulette table and I just had to have a seat. I plunked down $20 and I fluctuated back and forth from about up $40 to under $10. But then I hit it big. My number 33 hit, I hit an 18, twice (although it hit on the wheel three times in a row, THREE! what are the odds on that, jeez?) and a $2 bet on 5, a friend's number, hit exactly on too. So after losing my money at the Rio, Bally's/Paris seemed glad to pay me back as I ended up cashing out at a super $232! I guess I knew when to stop this time. Plus, going home was probably a good reason too.

All that talk about the Dodgers a few posts back and believing in something outside of one's own life really began to show itself to me in Vegas. Las Vegas was full of people who saw the course of their lives (in the broad sense) on the karmic value of otherwise unimportant objects. I totally bought into it too, and why not? I mean if the roulette wheel changes dealers and I suddenly stop losing, who's to say that the original dealer wasn't the reason for me winning. Not to say that he/she was cheating my way, but rather, who is to tell me that my bet on #33 and our particular combination of cosmic identities together at that moment in time and space wasn't the reason I came up with a last minute $90 bet? Sure, perhaps this isn't exactly a proven theory like 1+1=2 and it isn't the same as saying Michael Jordan is a clutch basketball player because history has shown that 1+1=2 and MJ can and will hit shots when they matter most. But my adventures at the roulette wheel certainly haven't done anything to dissuade me from believing that my actions don't have some supernatural affect on my destiny, even if the idea is completely preposterous.

I guess what I'm saying is that people may claim to be unsuperstitious or that God's word is the way they live life or whatever, but when it comes down to it, that just isn't so. When a person's own future and/or especially money is on the line, they are just as willing to decide that one seat at the blackjack table is bad luck for them or the way they pull a slot machine handle is the winning way. People just aren't very self-aware, and others aren't willing to realize what may seem obvious to others, about themselves. Either that, or everybody lies to me. Probably that second one huh? Oh well, I won $230 and you guys can go suck on that for a while. And all the while, the Dodgers are still in first place, BIATCH!

Goldfinger - Radio