Wasting time.

So it's May 23 and I'm at work. The advisers at the Student Success Center at UCCS are all gone. It's graduation day. I've been going to school here for 5 years now and I've still yet to do the graduation thing. I'm beginning to think I never will.

I'm playing poker online and losing. Bad beats. I'm folding when it's folding time and playing pretty well--I just can't catch cards for the life of me. Just got dealt pocket 4s--not great, but a starting pair isn't so weak as a lot of the crap I've been getting. Naturally, of course, the flop is crap. I have zero draws. Good times.

It's 10:54 in the morning. I have to be here on this dreadful slow day until 2pm. It is an utterly pointless day. I have some work to do but it will take all of 10 minutes. This is the only work I have to do today. At least I am getting paid, right?

I have had an eventful beginning of summer. Seen a lot of good movies (There Will be Blood and The King of Kong being most notable) and have been to a pretty bitchin' concert (Rilo Kiley at the Black Sheep here in town). Usually my summers begin with me getting drunk a lot and playing Civ IV until 4am (both of which I've definitely been doing) but it's nice to mix it up a little. Tonight I get to see a play for the first time in ages (rather than be in them or direct them) and then...get drunk and play Civ IV until 4am. God bless America.

It seems to be a phenomenon that I work almost exclusively with pretty women. It is somewhat maddening, really--I get to look at lovely ladies all day, but none of them are even remotely dateable for one reason or another. Too much older, too much younger, too dumb, too boring, etc. Not that I'm in any position to date anyone in the first place.

Katrina lingers over my thoughts constantly. Every failed pseudo-relationship I've had in the past six months has mostly been because the person I was dating simply wasn't her--she was and is the standard, and I'm not nearly over her yet. It's unfair to the people I've dated, but it's the way of things. I can't love people like I love her, and anything that's less or different simply doesn't work for me.

Shit cards, shit cards. Always dealt shit cards.

I want to go home and take a nap, but I'm sure I'll just wind up mixing rum with coke and playing video games before the show. The show, by the way, is Neil and Feck. It's another Theatre 'd Art production written by Brian Mann. I'll be honest when I say I don't have terribly high expectations for it, as Brian tends to write silliness for the sake of it without a tremendous amount of substance. Maybe I'll be wrong here, but I'm expecting gratuitous blood and a lot of terrible puns, as per the usual.

That's all for now, I suppose.