The Day I Forgot What Sleep Was

On no sleep and drinking an unnecessary beer at a White Sox-Angels game in Chicago.

Something different

That Girl

She looks on
carefully unwrapping me
picking apart my layers
each ones comes easier
as she gets her feel for it
I'm excited now
watching her grace
cautious to not expose too much
but yet I hope she does
for I haven't been gazed upon
or unraveled in years
and her intensity chills my spine
I imagine her in my head
piecing through my maze
But I remain one step ahead
leaving a trail to follow
she challenges my quiet thoughts
and whispers what she knows
I wonder if she lies
leaving me more confused
I try to do the same
and peal her outer shell
But she is like a wall
reflecting all my advances
I hold my head in shame
for questing for her gate

Jeremy Kobany 9/20/2005

Laundry Etiquette

Maybe it's just me, but doing laundry brings out the worst in me. It always seems to take ten minutes too long, and I have to leave before changing the next load. But at least I have the concern to get it done, unlike my roommates. Is it so much to ask a person to FINISH their laundry on the same night/day/week as they started it?? For me, laundry isn't complete until it's hanging or folded in your closet. I don't understand the point of running a load, leaving it in the dryer and then getting back a wrinkled basket of basically unwearable clothing. The worst laundry etiquette move is when the raggamuffin does multiple loads and leave two undone loads, one in the wash, one in the dryer. UGGH!!! Not only do I have to put their wrinkled bundle into an "always missing" basket, but I have to run the washed load into the dryer! And it seems like it's always the underwear wash or yellow-pitted undershirts. Now, after all that extra time I have to spend in the laundry room, which cuts away from my various tasks I might be doing, I finally get to do my laundry, empty theirs from the dryer, and finish mine. I do NOT separate colors. Aside from the first wash with something red, separating colors is like preheating the oven on a frozen pizza, total waste of time!
Finish All Laundry and remove from machines!
In time constraint, leave an empty basket for wrinkled-dried stuff, PLEASE!
Empty dryer lint thingy... that one is just plain stupid not to do.
Do not make "Laundry Day" a mulitple-day event. In other words, don't save up 15 loads to do at once and stretch it over 48 hours.
In close, I do my laundry and I follow these common by-laws of laundry etiquette. But the same could be said about doing the dishes and taking out the trash. That's why I'm convinced I need to live with a woman, preferrably one that does all this for me.

Thought of the Night: Are stamps still the most logical use?
OTT Joke I heard at work:
Guy: What's brown and sticky?
Girl: A stick?

Well I laughed

By Demand: What a week!!

Since the last posting, so much has happened that I didn't even have time for my faithful readers to post a blog. WELL HERE WE GO.

School started with a "Bigger Bang" than usual going to see my first of two Rolling Stones concerts that week. I don't know if there is any more exciting way to see four 60 year old men outside of a "behind the scenes" party with the cast of Space Cowboys. No, the Stones are better. I have to hand it to everyone who made it, for making it. Ben and Tony, on last hour ticketmaster mastery. AJ and his driving debacle, and my brother for his insistent enthusiasm, this Concert was destined to deliver. ...and it did... Then I had the privilege to drive AJ and myself back to Mankato, where we got wicked high (Thanks Kanye). I still don't know how he connected the Duke Burger story.
On to Thursday, where Matt and I, still frustrated by not being able to get drunk when we go out, decided to get a hotel at the millennium hotel, downtown Minneapolis. The short end of this phenomenal story: Drank in the hotel, drank at brothers, picked up girls at brothers, got kicked out of brothers, taxi with girls to hotel, -me, pass out and puke in the bed, -matt and girls, party naked in foam fountain, everyone awake back at hotel, -matt, working on the girls, -me, meeting mark the bum in nicolet mall and bringing him up to the hotel, matt gets mad for inviting mark the bum upstairs, me and mark the bum leave, unknown hour and a half (scary since I was hanging with mark), taxi home at 6 with one message for my bro, "Rough Justice".

Total loss that night: 150 dollar phone, 100 dollars cash, a black dress shirt, and a whole lot of brain cells.

I wonder if Chicago should be it's own story....

Thought from that week in a state of constant deja vu from being panama red high: All forms of super intelligent species (aka Aliens) must be on a constant high, cause so much blood goes to their overfunctioning brains, and they can communicate on a different level. So do they have an internal highness or do they take drugs from a galatic druglord? (yeah I don't know about this one either, but it stuck with me)

What has killed the barscene?

So has anyone else noticed the bars not being as fun anymore? I used to go out, get liquored up till bar close, and then count my blessing to make it home. Now I worry too much about a DWI to get blitzed and pick up the anything-but-sober girls. Instead of getting drunk, carefully driving home and falling asleep in my car in the driveway, I wait till I get home till I drink, and then it's by myself! Something is seriously messed up. I hope this Police enforcement is just a phase and I can get back to my old ways of intoxicating public appearences. If it wasn't for my buddy getting a Duey last week, I may not have felt so concerned, but it gave my a serious scare. And now I'm going out and smoking and losing my mojo with the ladies too. It's a no-win situation.

I can't wait for classes to start.

"The sun's not yellow, it's chicken" Dylan

Thought from the night: There may be few things more pathetic in life than calling your C booty list and getting turned down.
OTT Thought: Counting to 1000 and going for fat chicks- Everyone can do it, but who really wants to?

Late Nights

I have found myself up later and later this summer, and lately until the sun comes at 5:30-6:00 AM. What am I doing up so late you might wonder? Sure some of the time I've been with someone, which is a fair reason to be up late. The majority of the time I'm by myself and I'm doing one of four things.
1. Playing Madden
I seem to always play better at night. My team is focused, we plan on only one game for the night (unlike during the day when I play half a season) but end up playing two or three because I don't want to ruin our groove. Then there is the offseason schedule night. I plan on just doing a portion of it, or at least get to the preseason, but end up wanting to get a game in with the new team, which can take 5 hours from ProBowl- Renewing Contracts- Scouting- Drafting- Training Camp- Preseason- First Game. That being said, I went from Superbowl champs to having to relocate in one season.
2. Playing/Writing Music
Some nights I get into a good groove with something and just want to keep it going as long as I can stay awake (which is pretty long usually).
3. Reading
You may be surprised to find this one on here, but occationally one of the reasons I'm up later than usual is because I'm trying to read before bed to fall asleep and get hooked instead. My current reading is The Dharma Bums.
4. USELESS #*@$ing TV!
You know you have a problem when you flip between Girls Gone Wild on Comedy Central and it's poor man's Wild Party Girls on Spike back and forth for an hour and half. And the worst of it is, as much as I would probably buy these videos, the only time I'd watch them is the same time the infomercial is on, and frankly I do alright with the censored version. No need to buy them, cause then I might get sick of the midget coming up from the hottub with a snorkel, and smokin' hot blonde on the pink team. By the way, the Girls Gone Wild Games may be my favorite of all the former GGW video 30 minute infomercial, toping Endless Summer. I give kudos to WPG's for trying to cash in on a piece of the pie, but imagine trying to start this one up. Everyone knows GGW, but you come up to a party with a camera and start telling girls, hey get naked for Wild Party Girls! And then they give you a look like, "You mean Girls Gone Wild, right?" Which explains the lack of really hot girls on WPG, but oh well, even uglier girls like to be wild and crazy. I don't think a version called "Decent Girls Gone Wild" would do as well, so it's good that they went with the accurate, yet misleading title they have now.
The saddest part of the night comes when I realize there isn't going to be another "Here's some booze, now get naked!" show and fitness shows (which can be entertaining if desperate) and infomercials for real estate come on, commanding me to go to sleep at once. I wonder where my day has gone when I wake up at 2:30 and have enough time to check my Hot or Not rating (a handsome 9.8) eat and go to work to do it all over again.

Thought from the night:
Why do they show the blooper real in the GGW Games infomercial? Is that to make us believe there was a lot of planning to these scenes or just to add some humor to take the edge of the guilt we feel for watching it with the volume really low?
Off-The-Topic Thought:
If candy was used for currency, would the 100 grand bar still retain it's value?

I DIDN'T drink on ladies night?!?

Thought from tonight: Could I get a DUI for getting a really good cigarette buzz? And an off-the-topic thought: What was cereal like before milk got involved?