Sick

I caught a cold. Probably from the flight from Hawaii. I feel like a cerote. But there is a cure.



Hungarian wine will do the trick. It helps with sleep.

The Cubs won today. They are driving me crazy as usual. I hate Ryan Dempster because he causes me to have heart attacks yet he has gotten the job done. Please God let this be the year.

Working at school again. More on this later.

Who wants to go to Cha Cha Sunday night? Being it Labor Day on Monday and happy hour all day on Sunday.

What is Circuit Bending?

Geek-a-rific

I got back from Hawaii on Monday morning and then went straight to work. I was hating life that day.

Hawaii is good. But it can get annoying with certain people in my family. I sort-of-kind-of glad to get back. I think I'm over the Big Island. Hopefully my next destination for travel will be Thailand.

I just got back from a trip to magic mountain with the autistic client I work with and his family. Super duper heat exhaustion time. But the time flew by very fast.

Last week I gave my client a copy of Wilco's new record, Sky Blue Sky before I left for Hawaii. When I asked him today if liked it he said, “I love it Mike Sycz, it makes my heart happy.” Someone please tell Wilco that.

I go back to school tomorrow. Nothing like dealing with middle schoolers.

I wish I was seeing Gogal Bordello tonight and Wilco tomorrow.

Look what I found at a Long's Drugs in Kailua-Kona.


Tis a sign of good times.

God Bless you all.

Sometimes lava rock looks like a penis.

Today

I drank a ton of yerba mate.

I rode tasty waves.

I caught two fish.

I drank good beer from Hawaii and Tahiti.

I bought some ocean equipment.

I ate the fish I caught plus ahi tuna and opah.

I am full of fish and beer.

I want to send you a postcard. Send your mailing address to mikesyczatgmaildotcom and will send you one. Even you lurker strangers.

Mahalo

It's about 11pm and I'm trying to get some sleep before my flight tomorrow.

A couple hours ago while looking for a microphone for my computer, I stumbled upon an old letter from exgirlfriend that was written three years ago to this date. A nice little letter telling me that she misses me and can't wait to see me. You know, the usual. She even sprayed some of her perfume in it and still smells. Those smells and reading “I love you” brought me back to some nice moments. It's how you can look back to certain moments, to places where you once felt anger and hurt, and come right back around to fondness and all the fuzzy wuzzies.

I got a haircut today and look like a douche. Supercuts failed me. I need to go to Dana Smith. She can save me from this.

The trip has not even begun and my parents are getting on my nerves.

My cousin Gerardo is taking care of my parents place while we are gone. He has free rein of the beer and wine. I'd advise anyone to come down to Burbank and party with him. Ask Jen for the address. So make friends with my favourite Uruguayan. Being Gerardo.

Rolo Tony Brown Town.

So I will be heading on over to the Big Island hopefully on Wednesday. I say hopefully because there might be a chance that the flight will be delayed by some little hurricane. But I hope we just fly right behind it and bask in the wetness it leaves behind. Though be it the case that me and my family get bitched slapped out of the air, I will leave all my possessions to the future Jackson Duke Gloyd. My sister Jen, though she would normally be the one to acquire such spoils, just called me a "pansy"in the comments of my previous post. Sorry sis, thems the breaks.

I took my client bowling today. Watching autistic kids bowl is hilarious.

Packing sucks. I'm procrastinating.

Look who's coming for dinner.

I was extremely fortunate to hear that people at my work read this blog.

Can you imagine if I got caught nay saying them? Though they've been good to me so I haven't had the pleasure of bitching about them. Everyone above me on the administrative ladder is awesome and they are the greatest people ever, yada yada yada......

I'm going to Hawaii in 9 days.

Last night's post was a nice flashback. I haven't written anything like that in about 3 years.

Ugly.

I'll tell you something that's not ugly right now.

The Cubbies are in first place.

I am excited but wary.

Much like my love life, as soon as I get excited and everything seems great...
they break my heart. But like a loyal dog, I come crawling back. Because the Cubs will always be there.

Regardless, they are winning games.

And if the impossible happens...

And they make it to the World Series...

This Polack is going on the first flight out to Chicago.

Nothing Like Being Told How Terrible You Are.

I'm at an emotional crossroads. On one side I have the feeling knowing my own depravity and being remorseful for the person that I am. And on the other side I have the feeling complete anger because of being told of how immature I am and completely devoid of any common sense regarding communication.

I can say that I am absolutely inept when it comes to intrapersonal relationships with women. I can say that you can put me in a situation of dire consequence with lives on the line and I will hold my own. I've delivered 5 babies, I've relocated 3 dislocated hips, I've treated bloody genital wounds, I've treated burn victims, I've held eviscerated organs in my hands after traffic accidents, I've been stuck with a needle that was just in a patient with HIV, etc. Hell, I've even been shot at twice. Now, why the hell can't I communicate my true feelings in regards to a woman? Whether they be good or bad. Maybe I'm just a complete asshole.

Fuck me.

I'm done with dating. I'm done with going out on dates, flirting, having any kind desire to start a family with any woman. I'm a bachelor for life. I'm done with dealing the bullshit of relationships. I'm no good for them.

Fuck.

All I want is to start a family. To love a girl, have a couple kids, and serve God.

I'm listening to Elvis Costello right now. Of course.