Wasting away again, in Wrig-ley-ville

Hear Yee, Hear Yee... let the blogging begin. Tons has happened since the last time I tossed some love into this blog, and I'm sure that tons of you are waiting ever-so-anxiously to learn about said love.

Since the last post, um, I was dating someone for 6 months "off and on". What does that mean? I try to tell myself that it means that we were mature enough to realize we needed some time apart, and were also mature enough to realize when we should get back together. HAHA. Amazingly, I decided that we were not compatible and launched her into oblivion one drunken night at 3 am, post-bar. Anyway, that's old news. I miss her sometimes, think about her a lot, but I guess that should happen for at least 4 weeks post-breakup, if you date someone "off and on" for 6 months. Goodbye jjvicker.

Thanksgiving for me was AMAZING. This is the first year that I have no returned to my home in Rotten Fester, Michigan. So, I rewarded myself by having some leftover domino's pizza, which in stupendous forward thinking, ordered with Turkey topping. I have been drinking "less"?? than normal, not sure why. Maybe I have been going out less, but drinking just the same amount... I'll have to get back to you on that one. Wednesday night, supposedly the biggest bar night of the year, I went out to my favorite local bar, Trace. Got surpremely loaded and spent the better part of friday reminding myself why I do what I do. That friday, we went to Peoria with my friend Mike and his girlfriend Carrie. That was fun. Spent the weekend down there.

Now, I am out to (as I put it over the weekend, drunk and at a strip club in Peoria, IL) "trying to find my wife". I was unsuccessful in finding said wife, but instead, got to hangout with Don Vito. If you don't know who Don Vito is, well, you suck, and obviously aren't into MTV. Some of the pictures I have of Don Vito are quite offensive. He was grabbing girls boobs, and choking all the guys out as soon as they came up to him. No wonder he is a F-List celebrity.

Anyway, I PROMISE I will try to update this at least weekly if not more often.

Al-Jazeera 2006!!!!!!!!

Jeez o' Peets!

So, it has been several years/months/weeks since I updated this thing... And surprisingly I had at least two people ask me what the hell was going on. Let me offer the crude, but forcibly acceptable explanation. I didn't get to take ANY vacation from work at all this year, so, in order to compensate for that, I took a whopping two weeks off at the end of the year and was not at work for 19 days in total. Wonderful. I'd like to say that I was refreshed, but alas, I think that vacations normally drain more than they do refresh. My thoughts at least... Anyway, what's new?!

So, I know I ended the last post on a rather interesting note, saying that I was going to try to get my x-girlfriend back and that nothing was going to stop me. Well, I tried, and the only thing that could stop me, did. Her. I tried, and things seemed to be going well, and then, they just didn't go. I was very confused, if there are any women out there that could possibly explain to me the details of her (or my confusion) that would be great. But, of course, we had a few drinks, and that lead to her staying the evening at my place, for one last ... music lesson. So yah, all you cute, single, Chicagoan women, I am still single, and unfortunately very worn out on dating. That segway's into my next point...

Dating. Dating is lame. I went on a few dates lately that did nothing more than empty my checking account. Why did I go? In one case, I was talking to the girl drunk and thought she was some sort of model... Don't get me wrong, we had great conversation together, but, well, without the physical attraction part coming first (go ahead, call me a pig), I can't see myself sustaining any sort of passionate relationship. And, to me, passion is key. I think. The other girl I went out with, well, I talked to her a few times hanging out with roommates (she was a roommates, girlfriends, friend). Sounded ideal though? (guys will agree) Yoga instructor, aerobics instructor, and an assistant at a chiropractor. Tight little package no doubt, but the kicker... A terrible bottom grill. I am a big teeth person (I don't think I've ever met anyone who isn't), and even though her upper teeth were tight and in beautiful alignment... A simple smile would reveal a jagged edge more terrifying than anything any man should be forced to look at. Imagine Will Farell's lower jaw, and amplify that jaggedness by a factor of... 4. So, again, we went out, and had decent conversation, but she also had an issue with calling back on time, on multiple occasions. Punctuality is another thing for me. If you say you are going to call on such and such a day... damnit, call me. And... If you don't, you probably should have at least a decent fake excuse ready... Not just, "Oh, I forgot". If I'm not a big enough priority in your life for you to get back to me when you said, then, oops, I am busy... Too busy to ever answer the phone again.

Anyway, enough ranting of that sort for today I imagine. Christmas! New Years?! Did anyone/everyone have fun? Christmas was good for me, I got everything I wanted from "Santa", except for a few video games that were ripped off the shelves far prior to the 20th.. The date I gave my parents my Christmas list. Spent some quality time (plenty of it) with my family over a period of approximately two weeks. It's always fun to make your parents house feel like some sort of hotel. Even though I felt slightly bad about it, I still didn't mind eating free food, or having my mom give me 5$ for Burger King when she "didn't feel like cooking tonight"...

New Years was very interesting for me. Sometimes, very rarely, there comes a night in which I feel that I am probably more attractive than I actually am. For instance, the last time it happened was on Valentines Day. I went to an all singles party with some friends and I swear it was every girls mission to bed me that evening. Anyway... New Years Eve was another one of those nights for me. I dressed nicely (blue and white polo button down, black tie, black blazer and a nice pair of jeans) and it seems that women were interested in "meeting me". Anybody who knows me, knows that I like the feeling of people looking at me, specifically when it is a host of women looking at me. I swear I couldn't walk to and from the bathroom without having at least one girl stopping to talk to me and use some lame-ass pickup line (by lame-ass, I mean I loved it) like "Your eyes! OMG they are beautiful" or.. "That tie! Can I wear it?!"... Thanks, and no. Anyway, I got one number, a number I called two days later, only to have that call never returned. Sweet. But anyway, times were fun, I got totally ripped and felt like crap on National Hangover Day (01/01/20xx).

So, there is an update for all two of you that read this posting! :) Ill be back on a better schedule now that I am back at work and have nothing to do again.

Panks

Have I just lost my mind, or did I just find it...?

Tonight, is a big night for me I suppose. I am going to attempt the unattemptable. Tonight I will meet my x-girlfriend at a Starbucks and try to get her back. Sure, some of you will say, "But why Chris, you are so beautiful, humurous, charming, quick witted, caring, loveable, honest and an overall perfect model of human evolution... why would you want to date someone you already had?!" Well, my friends, even though same may say those things about me, finding someone who will appreciate all I have to offer comes very rarely. Even more rarely do I find someone that appreciates these qualities that I actually can stand being around for more than 3 consecutive minutes. So, I found someone like that and because of a few bumps in the road, I decided that the best course of action would be to run and try to find someone else that fills that oh-to-specific-description. Anyway, on that note, wish me luck.

As the days pass and the time towards my "college induced Christmas vacation" draws closer, the excitment grows exponentially. I failed to take a single day of vacation from work this entire year, which allows me to take over two weeks straight off at the end of the year. I plan to spend this three weeks, boozing, hanging, smoking and enjoying the overall comraderie (sp?) of my best friends. DaBoyz97 - Jonas, Kurt, Dylan, Spence, Byers, Grossi, Matty, Haverland (maybe) - and probably the rest of the Class of '97 that I dont have much interest in seeing will be flocking to the amazingly popular bars of downtown Rochester. I find enjoyment in saving money to experience all that Rochester doesnt have to offer during this glorious time of year.

Anyway, that concludes my work day...

Panks

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So, I already missed a post (if you assume that I plan to post 5 days a week) due to an overwhelmingly boring training session. Work is startlingly busy lately I guess. Busy, of course, is relative, compared to it's normal workload. I have actually had things to do, people to do things for, motions to go through and hours to spend actually doing something that in some extremely indirect way, might add a dollar or two to this corporation's bottom line. Anyway, work is just that, work... and I'd rather be drinking red bull and vodka and staring at girls who wear less than appropriate clothing for 25 degree weather.

So, lately, (the last 2 weeks), I have been taking two different girls out, on conveniently alternating evenings. I am tired of the dating game and don't think that I want to do it anymore. For girls, it's one thing, especially for girls that still like to pretend that today's date lies somewhere within the 19th century. I don't think that many people know how expensive it is to date two girls at the same time. Now, I'm not poor, but I'm surely not rich either (my prayers of finding a aluminum briefcase, unlocked with 4 trillion dollars in it blowing in the wind across my driveway have yet to be answered). Consider the fact that it is almost impossible (I've tried) to get out of a dinner, including tip for less than 75$ at any restaurant that doesn't serve tennis shoes and backwards baseball caps as their daily special on the entree menu. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my good food from time to time, but at some point, can't I find a girl who wouldn't mind eating at a pizza place, or subway... on a regular basis? My skewed-reality flavored 8-ball says no. So, what have I planned to do? I think I'll just stop. I don't want to call either of them anymore, it's past the point of that lovely sensation you get going out on a first date, or even a second. If I could only ecnase that sensation in some sort of bread, deep fry, and sell it in those terrible feats of packaging engineering that pizza rolls, or tv dinner's are stuffed into, I imagine that I could start a very lucrative business selling "First Date Eggrolls" to the twenty-something male populous.

Normal women, please apply here...

Panks

That's Blogtastic!

So, I'm thinking of starting to write a blog, but along that weary road of thought, there are obstacles abound... The first was trying to figure out what the actual purpose of a "blog" is... I imagine most writers of blogs want others to read it, associate with it, love it or hate it, digest it or print it out and hang it on refrigerators across the land. The thing is, I dont know if I care. If nobody is reading it, is it worthwhile to write? I know what happens in my life, but I guess the point of a blog is that other people might care to read, in their boredom, the details of other's lives. Lisa, you could theorectically say that I am starting this because of you...I guess we could start this little thing by posting a tiny bio.

I'm Chris. I'm 25 (be 26 in January). Im 6'2, blondish brown hair and blue eyes, weight ranges from 185-195 lbs depending on how much "water" I drink. I live in Chicago. I like cheese and vodka, not necessarily together. I love women. I date probably more than I should, but that's only because I am trying to find the highly fabled "one". I have many aquaintances, but not very many actual friends. I smoke when I drink. I work a highly specialized job at a major consumer packaged goods corporation. I don't do drugs, including weed. I like to drive fast. I have an extremely active imagination, examples of which may be found here, over time. My nickname is Panks, short for my last name which some of you may be privy to. Ok, lets rock....

Today was a relatively amazing day at work. I was surprised at my ability to function mentally, despite my unquenchable thirst for alcohol last night. I actually woke up early, showered, and was at work, ready to herd myself into my over-sized cubicle along with the hundreds of other corporate sloths 45 minutes earlier than usual. My team-mate, who is the only one I work with, is taking a "holiday" today, so I am now the main (only) contact person for the 3 servers, 2 applications and a bird in a fruit tree that we support. Of course, feces hits the rotating blades and I am forced to display my true wit, courage, selflessness, agility, intelligence, cunning ability to "Solve Technical Problems on the fly" (according to my end of year reviews). After all that, which took about 3 hours to clear the smoke, I somehow feel as if I should reward myself and duck out early. I think Ill stay though, because these days where I feel "important" or "needed" at work are few and far between and maybe, if I'm really lucky, that might happen once or twice more today.

Tonite I will rock. For those who are unfamiliar with my extremely personalized slang/vernacular, I can only wish you the best as you attempt to decipher my lingo. For those of you who Rock, may you rock hard and long this weekend. For those of you who dont rock, sleep well.

Maybe next time Ill try to write about something interesting. Or, maybe I wont.

Piece,

Panks