So yes. Currently I've got a decent job working with my step-dad on his website. I'm my own business, I take care of my own taxes, it's all gravy.

But i want to do something fun, you know? Something that I can make a few extra bucks with on weekends. Well, a lot of people have been telling me to try getting some gigs doing stand-up, since I did it last semester out at school for charity.

Could be fun. I don't know where to even look for work around here, or how to prove to them they're making a decent investment in hiring me for a night to make people laugh.

Got plenty of material... no gigs. Anybody know how to fix my problem?

Any clues would be fantastic.

Love,
Chris

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Alright, well I have started to move on since the Super Bowl. It's been rough, but shit's been worse.

Anyway, Friday is February 8th, which means look out world, I'ma be 21. Reservations at Ooka for some good hibachi food, and then since my brother will be up, I'll be hitting the bars for the first time ever.

So, maybe I will get a chance to write in here again after that, but odds are not in my favor. Because I plan on drinking my face off, something I haven't done in quite some time.

Anyway, I know it's been off and on the past few months. But I just wanted to let you know, that I'll miss all of you while I'm blacked out, but I will try to make it back and keep the entertainment coming.

Love,
Chris

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As well documented on NuTang, I am a New England Patriots fan.

Last year, I wrote here after the AFC Championship when the Patriots lost to the Colts, and I wrote about the other foot dropping on a fan's heart when they know the game is lost.

I knew the game was lost before the middle of the fourth quarter. In fact, when the Giants scored their first touchdown is when I knew it in my heart.

However, it stings like a bitch because for the first time since 2003 I've felt the pain of watching my team let a championship slide away.

A lot of people will think I'm a greedy little bitch for wanting a fourth Super Bowl title, but what do you want me to say? "Oh man, what a great year, I think I'd be happy with 18-1 though simply because of the past success of my team."

Is that what it sounds like? Because that's stupid.

I will always want my team to win, and the only time I don't want them to win when they are not actually playing.

This game was for pretty much everything in football. It was for a fourth championship in seven years from a team who's greatest achievement before 2002 was losing to the best defensive team in NFL history.

I wanted the dynasty, I don't care how much anybody hates the Patriots, because I didn't care about jealousy.

So tonight, when I watched the Patriots choke like a two year old surrounded by marbles (sorry, it's vulgar, but I'm angry), I realized a feeling I hadn't felt in a very long time.

Sports induced depression.

I hadn't felt it since 2003 when Aaron Boone's homerun soared over the left field fence in Yankee's stadium, ending game 7 of the ALCS. The Red Sox had that game in hand, they had insurance runs protecting their lead, and their best pitcher came in and gave up the game.

In Superbowl XLII, the Patriots went ahead by four, and TWO miracles occured for the Giants on the following drive which ended in a touchdown pass to Plaxico Burress (the biggest mouth of the past week), giving the Patriots 35 seconds to get into field goal range.

On the Giants game-winning drive, Eli Manning threw an interception that went right through Asante Samuel's hands, even after Asante Samuel made a name for himself in New England making the big interceptions.

And then Eli Manning escaped from Jarvis Green's clutches, which nobody EVER DOES to throw a horrible pass that was caught by David Tyree, the real hero for the Giants in this game.

Twice, the Patriots had it.

Twice, they gave it back to the Giants.

They were under two minutes away from going 19-0. Getting rid of the '72 Dolphins smug grins, becoming the greatest team in the history of the sport.

And they choked.

Was it Tom Brady's fault?
No. Absolutely not.

Was it Asante Samuel's fault?
I want to say yes, but he misread a pass, you can't crucify him for that.

Was it Bill Belichick's fault?
Somewhat. The Team looked flat the entire game, and only scored 14 points, a new low for them this year.

I can blame this game on one part of the team. The offensive line. Particularly, Matt Light.

On the Wednesday before the first Pats-Giants game this year, my dad and I were talking about how the team is solid, the O-Line is good, and even though he's a pro-bowler, that Matt Light sure makes some dumb decisions.

And he showed it tonight.

And now I have to work tomorrow, in a job that revolves around the sports world. Dealing with Giants fans, who just so happen to be the worst kind of people.

One of my neighbors is a Giants fan, and this chore of a woman's husband is a Pats fan, and after the game I went to smoke a cigarette, and there they are, and she is taking pictures of him walking pantsless up and down the street. And it's disgusting. I called one of my good friends, Dave as soon as the Patriots lost the ball on 4th down and congratulated him, because he's a huge Giants fan.

And this bossy, chore of a woman is calling me a whiner, when I said nothing but "congrats" to her.

This is why I hate New York, because Yankees fans are the same way. But that is a different blog entirely.

And now all I get to hear for the next two weeks is Giants fans that just came crawling out of the woodwork when they made the playoffs talking about how great their team is, and that Eli Manning is the next... well Tom Brady, I guess.

So to all the fans that have yet to see their team win, beware.

I hope you get to feel what I felt in the beginning of 2002 one day. However, the next time you lose, rips out your heart and soul.

Trust me.

Love,
Chris

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Nothing like warm Becks. Love it.

Anyway. Wild bloody night. Wild bloody first two weeks. And I am KICKING ASS AT SCHOOL PROSIT!

Anyway. I'm gonna go to bed. It's been a damn long day and tomorrow's gonna be even longer, so I'm just gonna sleep for a few hours then head down to Delaware so that I can then head down to Baltimore and see the BoSox whoop the Orioles.

BOOOOOOSH!

Love,
Chris

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SHARK WEEK HAS BEGUN!!

I'm sorry, call me a nerd, whatevs. This is the greatest week in TV any given year. Sharks... all the time. Are you kidding me?! Awesome.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAANYWAY!

I have a week and a half left at Reimel Machine. So close to being done and never having to wake up at 6:30 again to go and work at a machine shop. It's a wonderful feeling.

But what's even better is the feeling of going back to school so I can start my freakin life again.

As a matter of fact, the more I think about it, even though this past year was a rude awakening to the cruel reality that is the world... it also seems like a break from it as well.

For the past 15 years leading up to this past one I had been going to school everyday. Sure there was summer vacation, and school holidays and weekends, but you get the gist of it. Every year I knew I'd be spending a good percentage of time in school.

This was the first year I hadn't really done that. It's a real mind fuck. But at the same time, I have never been more excited to get back in a freakin' class room and start learning shit again.

And I still have no idea what I want to do with my life.

Love,
Chris

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Holy shit did anybody see that season finale of Lost?

Oh by the way, I'm back, bitches. To lurk and contribute once more.

So what's new in my life since I crashed a formal?

Some good stuff, some bad stuff. Took my placement tests for Biology and Chemistry last week, placed higher in Chem then I thought I would still haven't heard about Bio. Either way, it's yet another step to get back on track on a fucking Microbiology Major with a Biochemistry Minor. Ugh. Oh yeah, and that Major comes with a concentration in Virology. Why does my destiny have to be saving lives?

Anyway, a couple weeks before that I was in Massachusetts to attend my grandmother's funeral, condolences accepted but don't expect me to get all teary eyed. While I love my grandmother, it's just not my way. I have already swallowed the pain and it is sinking deep inside of me and one day somebody will spill some juice and I will freak the fuck out.

MOVING ON!

Let's talk about working at a machine shop as an untrained laborer. It beats the hell out of retail at Ye Olde Cocaine Industry but it still sucks out loud, here's why.

-Waking up at 6 AM
-Moving steel all over the fuck place in the scorching heat
-Realizing everyday that I did way more than 80 dollars worth of work that day and yet, I still get paid that.
-Having 37 different bosses. That's not an exaggeration. I have 37 different bosses. 39 people are employed there. And the one remainder is my peer.

Yes it all blows. Very, very much. Makes the ridiculous academic course seem so worthwhile.

And yes, I am done this job as soon as the month of August begins. I will be taking a week to a week and a half off to hang out with my friends around here and enjoy summer for a bit and then it's off to Millersville to prepare myself for the ass kicking that academics will once again try to lay down upon me.

It's not winning this time.

Anyway, that's my life at the moment as far as I can think of.

Good to be back, folks.

Love,
Chris

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