This is the story of Cantay
It's completely unrelated to the story, but I would like to say that, having listened only to Aldhils Arboretum thus far, I feel confident declaring Of Montreal to be revolutionary, transcendent and sexy. It's all about music & lyrics & repetition & harmony (even if I'm tone-deaf), all skillfully woven into a lovely knit-sweater that I'd wear to a dinner at a nice restaurant.
But getting to the promised story, I'm sad to say that I was right again about Spring Break: one week sucks almost as much as nothing; I need at least 2.5 of those weeks to get sufficient recovery. Perhaps because of all the stress that I haven't had sufficient opportunity to relieve I'm suffering from insomnia coupled with my usual crippling compulsion to avoid homework.
I have become so tired of this same old routine, where the progressing school year sees me fall apart physically, emotionally and scholastically to the point where reaching the finish line is an accomplishment. How the hell am I supposed to handle graduate school? And how am I supposed to impart the workings of my brain on the young if I can't handle graduate school? Gah! Gah and fuck!
The onslaught of work that faces me is just so daunting that I think I'm going to take advantage of the counseling people that our dear University of Texas offers. I tried something similar at GW, but I've become desperate once again, and I have reason to believe that the general streak of competence that UT has displayed in relation to GW would extend here. Besides, even if I'm wrong, it doesn't fucking cost me $50 to try.
Of course, as some of you may know, Danielle is also coming Tuesday to visit me during her Spring Break, so I'm not entirely sure how the counseling thing will swing. It may or may not happen, but Christ if I'm not tempted to just forgo any further attempts at sleeping so I can show up when the center opens at 8:00. Ah, but how it will be good to see Danielle again. Insallah her presence will be therapeutic enough to leave me no need to bother with others, but I'm not keen on burdening her too much with this--she'll get more than enough of it because she's a good girlfriend even if I'm not forthcoming so I'd rather not pour it on.
But wait!
I know this entry has been reasonably depressing for all of you out there so far, but I have intentionally left back some very good news so that those who don't already know it might feel an upswing in their moods. While in a Vicodin-induced demi-haze that I put myself in due to the extraction of my wisdom teeth the day before, I played in a $40 tournament and breezed swiftly to victory once the field had narrowed to one lucky but talentless fellow and myself, collecting a $1,200 purse that became my new record cash. Three minutes after that tournament completed I entered a $100 tournament and won $2,200 in second place, shattering my hours-old record after a much more embarrassing heads-up defeat. It was very exciting. Sadly, though I played several more tournaments before leaving K-Town, I didn't cash in any of them.
But then when I came back to Austin on Saturday, without Vicodin, I entered a $100 tournament as soon as I set up my laptop. I was on the ropes most of the way and it didn't really seem things were going well, so naturally I went ahead and entered a separate $100 tournament to focus on after I died in the present one. As it were, however, Fortune favored me that day, and I rebounded to become one of the two tournament chip-leaders. At the final table I wove through to heads-up play against a player who played far too timidly but also got quite lucky. After half an hour of fighting I finally was able to crush him and claim $3,000. Hurray! Meanwhile, in that second tournament that I'd entered (and to that point largely neglected), I managed to make another final table and cling to enough chips to survive until 5th place, taking down $960 to pad my rolls.
This still doesn't mean Christmas presents for any of you, but damn does it feel good to get multiple large wins. My confidence in my poker-playing ability has never been higher. ^.^
And yes, this does probably make the whole school thing harder, since the irrational corners of my mind keep screaming, "You don't need this schtick. Become a professional!"
Yeah, counseling might be a good idea.
But getting to the promised story, I'm sad to say that I was right again about Spring Break: one week sucks almost as much as nothing; I need at least 2.5 of those weeks to get sufficient recovery. Perhaps because of all the stress that I haven't had sufficient opportunity to relieve I'm suffering from insomnia coupled with my usual crippling compulsion to avoid homework.
I have become so tired of this same old routine, where the progressing school year sees me fall apart physically, emotionally and scholastically to the point where reaching the finish line is an accomplishment. How the hell am I supposed to handle graduate school? And how am I supposed to impart the workings of my brain on the young if I can't handle graduate school? Gah! Gah and fuck!
The onslaught of work that faces me is just so daunting that I think I'm going to take advantage of the counseling people that our dear University of Texas offers. I tried something similar at GW, but I've become desperate once again, and I have reason to believe that the general streak of competence that UT has displayed in relation to GW would extend here. Besides, even if I'm wrong, it doesn't fucking cost me $50 to try.
Of course, as some of you may know, Danielle is also coming Tuesday to visit me during her Spring Break, so I'm not entirely sure how the counseling thing will swing. It may or may not happen, but Christ if I'm not tempted to just forgo any further attempts at sleeping so I can show up when the center opens at 8:00. Ah, but how it will be good to see Danielle again. Insallah her presence will be therapeutic enough to leave me no need to bother with others, but I'm not keen on burdening her too much with this--she'll get more than enough of it because she's a good girlfriend even if I'm not forthcoming so I'd rather not pour it on.
But wait!
I know this entry has been reasonably depressing for all of you out there so far, but I have intentionally left back some very good news so that those who don't already know it might feel an upswing in their moods. While in a Vicodin-induced demi-haze that I put myself in due to the extraction of my wisdom teeth the day before, I played in a $40 tournament and breezed swiftly to victory once the field had narrowed to one lucky but talentless fellow and myself, collecting a $1,200 purse that became my new record cash. Three minutes after that tournament completed I entered a $100 tournament and won $2,200 in second place, shattering my hours-old record after a much more embarrassing heads-up defeat. It was very exciting. Sadly, though I played several more tournaments before leaving K-Town, I didn't cash in any of them.
But then when I came back to Austin on Saturday, without Vicodin, I entered a $100 tournament as soon as I set up my laptop. I was on the ropes most of the way and it didn't really seem things were going well, so naturally I went ahead and entered a separate $100 tournament to focus on after I died in the present one. As it were, however, Fortune favored me that day, and I rebounded to become one of the two tournament chip-leaders. At the final table I wove through to heads-up play against a player who played far too timidly but also got quite lucky. After half an hour of fighting I finally was able to crush him and claim $3,000. Hurray! Meanwhile, in that second tournament that I'd entered (and to that point largely neglected), I managed to make another final table and cling to enough chips to survive until 5th place, taking down $960 to pad my rolls.
This still doesn't mean Christmas presents for any of you, but damn does it feel good to get multiple large wins. My confidence in my poker-playing ability has never been higher. ^.^
And yes, this does probably make the whole school thing harder, since the irrational corners of my mind keep screaming, "You don't need this schtick. Become a professional!"
Yeah, counseling might be a good idea.
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