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Life Rant

I was in good spirits yesterday. Played beer pong on the deck. I won the first game played on the new table and then somehow managed to lose two in a row (to a girl…) I was pretty much ready to drink. People need a reason like Cinco De Mayo to drink. I could care less what kind of holiday there was, I was ready to get wasted on a perfectly good Wednesday afternoon. I probably had 8-10 beers during beer pong, then Wagon and I went to Mad River where I’m not even sure how many Corona’s we drank. Just to put this in perspective. I started drinking at 5 and drank all the way through till 8:30 when we left for the bar. Wagon was sober at 8:30. He finished the night drunk, drinking with me and we were going beer for beer at Mad River. I also had a red stag shot thrown in there because I went to buy it from the girl who I’ve seen a couple times and called her the Red Stag girl and she thought I wanted shots of Red Stag so she brought 2 out and I did one with her and after that it starts to get fuzzy. Wagon used the word blurry but for me it was probably more like black. I remember some black girl wanting to dance with me and I smoothly turned away like I was too cool for her. Then that’s about all I remember. Next thing I knew my alarm was going off at 7:15 am and I felt like death. I went to work fine and did things all day in a semi productive state. This is a Wednesday night. I was pretty gung ho though about drinking so I pretty much went at it just like I would a weekend. My closing thought on the evening is that day drinking owns and it should be including it in my weekly repertoire more often. I decided to take a couple days off from running (to drink) an enjoy life for a couple weeks.

I feel pretty good about things right now aside from the stock market which I’ll just forget about for a while. I’ve hit 9 of my last 11 sports bets and I took the Hawks tonight even after that brutal beating they took in Game 1. I don’t see them winning but I doubt they will be embarrassed like that again. I’m pretty much just winning right now. I’m winning in life. I just seriously have a big head right now for no real reason other than I win. This blog is devoted to me and I can write whatever I want in it so I will. On a realistic note, I’ve been pretty bad at everything as of late. My 115 in golf was one of the worst rounds I’ve had in the past 10 years. I do keep every shot though which resulted in a 10 and 12 on the card. Wagon (and Jill) beat me in beer pong. I’ve dwindled my poker roll. I got hammered in the stock market. And the great thing is I don’t care. I still think I’m the best. There are two important things in life. One is being the best and the second is saying you are the best. Being the best is not easy but saying you are the best can be done with not much regret. There are tons of excuses for why you aren’t playing up to standards. Off day, hungover, feeling sick… In the end it’s all about a mindset. I say I’m the best, therefore I am. Just a word of warning, something big is just around the corner. I’ve had this feeling before but now I’m sure of it. I don’t know what it is but it’s coming…

By Tom Stortz|2010-08-11T16:02:10-04:00May 6th, 2010|My Life|0 Comments

3/26/10

By Tom Stortz|2013-03-15T17:16:18-04:00March 26th, 2010|Videos|1 Comment

Responsible

I went to eat wit my mom last night, then went to the gym, then met with Jkash at Mad River. 5 dollar cover got me two t-shirts and they had a band playing. The crowd was decent and as Jkash put it “there’s a lot of mediocre ass.” We started the night off with a car bomb and then started drinking some Yuenglings. The band finished their first set near 11 and I probably had about 5 or 6 beers and I knew that if I were to continue to drink that I was putting Thursday in jeopardy, so I jumped ship. I have this move that I just leave without telling anyone I’m leaving. This is one of those damned if you do, damned if you don’t situations. If you tell them you’re leaving they try to convince you to stay and if you just leave well than your an asshole for not telling you are leaving. So I just bounced at 11 and now I feel fine today.

I also want to note that there has been a hostile tone around this blog lately. If you want to insult me that’s fine but someone wrote that Jordan C is a Fagbag. I don’t know what a fagbag is but can there be some restraint to derogatory comments to other readers. Also someone called me a tard so I can at least say that these are at least pretty decent words for insults.

By Tom Stortz|2010-03-18T09:04:26-04:00March 18th, 2010|My Brain|0 Comments

Fryday

So I’ve gotten decent feedback on the videos and I’ll post them from time to time intertwining them with the text. I made it to work today at 9:30 which is better than not going at all. I was up till 2:30 or so last night so I’m working off not so much sleep but I’ll make due. I put 6 chicken wings in the oven last night and passed out while the oven was on. Wagon alerted me of it this morning. I did this before in Summit where I burnt a Cordon Blue to a crisp. I’m not sure if that’s a fire hazard or not but I would sure feel awful if I burnt the house down, but Tommy want wingy (Tommy Boy for the slow).

I forgot to add some commentary about last night because I just remembered it now. Wagon was in rare form. I wasn’t as drunk as him to start and he would literally just approach a girl and pretty much didn’t take no for an answer if she didn’t want to dance. He told me he liked this one girl in red and I was like ok I’ll talk to her. So at one point in the night I went up to the girl and her friend and I said that my friend likes you. She kind of blew me off so I started talking to her friend. So I asked her her name and it was so loud that she said it once, twice, three times and I still couldn’t hear it so I just walked away. Also one of my friends tells me that all girls are whores and I found one last night. I think Chad might have been dancing with her at one point but it’s like the situation and a robbery was in progress. Literally the girl was all about me thrusting my crotch into her backside. I was hammered at that point so I was fine with it. Seriously these Thursday nights are not to be missed. The place was packed like a weekend. My goal is to get a date with the bartender who did a mind eraser with me. Hopefully I’ll see her tonight.

Anyhow, I liked the comment about my grammar. I do try to do the best I can with spelling and punctuations but in reality I have no idea how to do it properly. If I think the sentence needs I comma I just throw it in there. I get the feeling that people actually like reading viewing this material which somewhat shocks me. In no way do I think of myself as popular but it’s nice to know people like viewing what I’m doing.

Remember the days when you could dial without area codes. 7 digits, that was it. Bud, I was trying to think of my number at 1715 Fort Washington but couldn’t, if you could comment on what it was I’d appreciate it.

And seriously if you understand the thought that went into that title, you have to give me some props. I have an idea to bring the video camera home to get some rare footage of hammer time which I’m sure everyone will find amusing. I’m a little bit worried because when I get in that form I’m pretty much capable of anything which scares me a bit. I also want to point out that my blogroll has one person and it’s pretty much a derivative of me. As Jeff from Grandma’s Boy would “Your Shit’s Weak.”

By Tom Stortz|2010-02-18T11:20:49-05:00February 12th, 2010|My Brain|2 Comments

Madness

I really think I could write 10x better posts after weekends if I could remember everything in it’s entirety. What tends to happen though is after midnight everything happens in bits and pieces and that’s if I can remember it at all. However aside from what I would consider a very very fun weekend I am epic failing in a category. To quote J-Kash, “it’s all about conversions”.

On Friday after work I bought a case of Guinness, some Jameson and some Baileys and was preparing for a carbomb weekend. I got home from work fairly early and had to go to sleep because I was exhausted from being out till 2 the night before. So I slept till 7 and when I woke I was ready to start drinking. I drank about 8 car bombs and a couple of beers when we played quarters and we went to Mad River to watch Mr. Greengenes. I’ve wrote it before but getting wasted and then watching a really good band in the Mad River atmosphere is becoming one of my favorite past times. I honestly can’t remember everything that happened. I remember talking to a girl and things were going fine and then somethings happened where I lost touch and I had no ability at all to recognize her again. There are just too many people. (more…)

By Tom Stortz|2010-01-26T21:39:33-05:00January 24th, 2010|My Brain, My Life|0 Comments

Just Because

Just because I’m not trying to take too many days off posting I’ll put something on the site.

So because I have some ideas in the works and this isn’t one of them, expect it to be pretty lame. I didn’t go to work today because I got too drunk last night. Go Go Gadget was performing at Mad River and they had 2 dollar you call it and 2 dollar bud Lights. I went out to dinner with my Mom, then to LA to run 3 miles in 17:13 AFTER eating a full dinner and then Wagon and I went to Mad River around 9:15. First off I love Mad River because they understand that guys want to get served their drink by hot girls. I really don’t know if opposite holds but if I opened a bar all I would hire would be hot girls. So I start off drinking single rum and cokes. I have about 4 before I convince the bartender to start serving me doubles. It got to be 10:45 and to take full advantage of the special I bought a double and 2 coors lights (which I also convinced the girl to sell me at 2 bucks). I told the wagon to hold the two which gave him about 3 to hold and I chugged my double like it was a mind eraser and then went back and got 2 more coors and another double. At this point the place was fairly crowded but not packed. I was obviously pretty smashed at this point but I wanted to tell this one girl that I wanted to take her out in real life. Honestly, that was going to be my line. I never did ask her but if she reads this (she doesn’t) the offer would still stand. So we took a cab back and next thing I remember was the wagon telling me it was 8 and if I was going to work. I went back to bed and woke up at 1:30. It’s 2pm right now and here I am. I ate some eggs and actually don’t feel that terrible. I’m going to go the gym and play some poker and then call it a day. Obviously getting fucked up tonight. There’s a day in my life.

By Tom Stortz|2010-01-12T14:31:59-05:00January 8th, 2010|My Life|1 Comment