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Ok, so I haven't really been on Mindsay lately. Most of you know, I've been using Facebook and Twitter heavily to stay in contact with friends and family members.  Many of my online-friends in Facebook and Twitter are most likely the same people I met here in Mindsay.  Thank you!

On my birthday, two months ago, I purchased a new phone, the "Palm Pre". It does nearly everything I've always wanted a phone to do...... well... the only thing it currently doesn't let me do: Log into Mindsay.  That's ok... It's the least of my concern. :p

I've been keeping myself busy, productive, and creative lately. And at the same time, I've developed a lifestyle I never knew I would ever end up having. My work schedule has been easier and steady lately, since I've been getting home from work a lot earlier.

So, I'm sure those of you who still keep in touch with me on Twitter and Facebook know, I am now officially an "amateur poker player".  When I said "keeping myself busy", poker has been one of them.  Not only am I known in just one or two sports bars, I am recognized as a cunning and tricky "card shark" all over Houston, TX and surrounding cities. They used to call me Roger. But now, they have sorta coined a nickname for me: Hot Sauce.  Even when I laid low from the poker scene during August and October, I always qualified for the City Championship events. Here are a few expected events that I will be attending:

- Wednesday, November 11 @ Fox & Hound South, Houston, TX: October City Championship
- Sunday, November 15 @ B.B. Wolf's, Stafford, TX: Quarterly Regional Hold'em Poker Championship

There's another thing that's been keeping me busy. But that's for a friends-only entry. :) :) :) :) ;) <3

And slowly, I am drifting from the poker tables to the pool tables. Again, not my choice, but I seem to be getting into that, too.

But I choose not to forget my guitar.  I have been picking it up lately, singing these songs of freedom, it's all I've ever had; redemption songs. Thank you Bob Marley!  I am slowly emancipating myself from mental slavery.


Oh, and couple more things:

Wordpress (http://callmeroger.wordpress.com):  I have one.  I don't expect all of you to check it out.  But it is dedicated specifically for my poker life (statistics, wins, losses, records).  But if you have the time and if it isn't so much to ask, I'd like to hear your opinion on the simple and humble template design.  How does it look? :)

And for the "Mindsay Reunion Blog Tour", I will be responding to the comments, and I will be commenting and  replying on yours tomorrow. Thanks!


p.s. After writing this entry, I just might stay here in Mindsay a bit longer. :)

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In today's "coursework research and planning" lesson for Media Studies - I'd announced to Sarah I'd just about finished off the script for the Spieluhr music video - so I said I'd be working on the script for my film sequence for Film Studies. She didn't seem to mind - so I got around 1/3 of it written.
Last night I'd had a dream about it, which had given me a fair few ideas - involving a young Abigail scene. I'd originally planned to have a young Abigail bit in our trailer last year - but we hadn't been able to pull it off. This time though, I sent a message to my aunty on Facebook, asking if I could borrow her kids - and mam had asked on my behalf too - so whenever we're ready to film it, I have my little cousin Lauren to help out as young Abigail (it helps that she looks a little bit like me) and Nelly to play the role of a bloody Brandon Henry - if he doesn't mind being dragged backwards down a path, spreading blood everywhere of course. :)

I actually don't hate English now anywhere near as much as I used to.
The start of the course was so tedious - but I'm actually starting to realise all the work I did last year at AS has rendered the A2 so much easier. A lot of it is simply applying your common sense and flinging in some theorist names. And of course, Angela gets us to draw baby heads and gingerbread men - and everything is colour coded. Being a visual style learner (or so they told me), this apparently helps. :D

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Shelly had promised me that when I went into college to get this HPV cervical cancer jab - she'd come in with me and hold my hand.
We had to go there before 2 - and I waited for her IN PLAIN VIEW on the tables by the clock tower entrance. I waited until 1:30 before I gave up - I went in to get the needle by myself.

I was reasonably composed up until I was about a metre away from the door.
I couldn't stop myself crying for long. Shelly wasn't there to comfort me or to hold my hand like she said she would have been. The only comfort I had was from these dozy AS students who asked me like the stupidest question ever: "Are you scared?"

And then the fucking nurse who gave me the needle was a cunt and a half. She saw the cuts and scars on my arms and asked: "Do you have a cat or a dog who scratches your arms?"
I lied, taking the chance and said simply: "Yeah."
She looked at them again and said: "They're not a cat or a dog, are they?"
I shook my head and answered: "Nope."
She gave me this proper weird look and said: "Is there something you want to tell me?"
I glared at her and said straight: "No."

So naturally when I went up to Photography - dozy Shelly was there, she said she'd been looking for me - well clearly she hadn't been looking fucking hard enough.
I was all set to punch her for lying to me - but the needle had scared me into crying - and because it's so difficult to let myself cry for all the other reasons, I sort of used it as an excuse to cry about other things - so she was sort of lumbered with me soaking her hoodie for a while.

And that's the first needle of THREE.
For fuck's sake!

Until you find a way to look at the present as objectively as you're looking at the past. Maybe that's the statement then. You always think you're cooler when you look at yourself objectively.