I am going to vegas today for my birthday with three of the most insane people I know. Robbie, Ted, and Ari. I hope I live to the end. I give 4 to 1 that I come back eloped.

The kich will be there in my heart and in my head.

I am so bad at updating my blog. It's unbelievable. The only thing I'm worse at is falling and staying asleep.

In any event, earlier today I tried to make a reservation at a Japanese/ Chinese fusion restaurant in the Venetian hotel. Maybe they were really busy and could not accommodate a party of 5, but that was not the case.

The biotch of a hostess asked if it was guys or girls, and she then said she would need us to bring 5 women to make the reservation. This is an example of why I dislike clubbing and going out, and all other crap like that.

It also provides me justification as to why I should pull a tail end 36 hour session in the Bellagio's poker room.

Goodnight sweet prince

For the first time since the winter, insomnia has returned to my life. Because of this event, I now turn to you blog.

Today I went skydiving. It was the sickest feeling I've ever felt in my life and now causes me to wonder if it's worth doing anything that's un-extreme. The only thing I want to do now is skydive, base jump, drive really fast, ski, play ps2, or do insanely hard drugs like crystal meth. Unfortunately in the society we live in today, like the mohawk wearer, the extreme athlete is shunned. Having had a mohawk, and also being an extreme athlete, I understand how difficult this all is, and have to take comfort in the fact that I cannot live a life filled only with jumping out of airplanes.


News of the day part two is that I now have a group on the facebook.com dedicated to me. Somehow in less than a day it has twenty six members and has over seventy five groupies. Wa Wa Wee Wa.

Oh blog, how I neglected you. Like a plant that I forgot to water, I left you untouched by the ink from my pen.

Now that is over and you are back. Your return coincides with the new thekich.com so everything is well.

I just wanted point out that a new Kasirer has emerged in the last few weeks. One that rises early and curbs his time playing videos games. I've been told that this is a good way to live, but it does not feel so good.


In any event, your triumphant return is over blog.

A word for the Ladies.

Not that ladies ever listen to me or they ever should, but I have a piece of advise for them that could bode well for the future.

Just because a guy has an accent does not make him hot. It means that he lacks a certain proficiency and command of the English language.

So don't go loco next time you meet some dude that says patty instead of party.

Breaking the Law


Thursday afternoon I found myself driving eastbound on Wilshire towards the sky-scrapers of downtown Los Angeles. Accelerating at a green light, I turn my head to the right and see my good friend officer Norling. My speedometer read 45, so maybe I was safe I slowed down regardless. About eight seconds later, Norling is right behind me and I had my first speeding ticket. If only it was a violation for riding a Vespa sans helmet.

I was going too fast, but I was not going THAT fast. Norling did not like my jokes, or my friends. Maybe he was having a rough day, who knows for sure? He had me down at 42 in a 35 zone, which is a bit annoying. If I am going to be pulled over, I want it to be for like 30 miles over the limit not 7 bush league MPH's. Police state if you ask me.


In any event, my friend is competing in the American Championships of Rock Paper Scissors as I type.

Reading

CheddarTed, his bro Will, and my sister (obviously older one because I don't think my little sister knows how to read) all recommended that I read the book "Freakonomics."

I purchased that book on Tuesday and finished it early Thursday. The only other thing I can do in under two days is complete an entire season of "24," which I did a few times in early May. The book is not exactly about economics. It more or less plays around with data to give you shocking conclusions so that a lot of things you think about are what the Daliy Show Studio smells like . . . . . horseshit.

Some examples: obsessive parenting does not work, it is who your parents are rather than what they do that will affect the outcome of your life.
an infant is much more likely to die playing in a house with a pool in it than at a house with a gun in it.
Members of Congress will always fund measures to prevent terrorism rather than healthcare even though far more Americans will die from obesity/ heart disease that terrorism. The list goes on.

I thoroughly enjoyed the book on all counts besides two. 1) It was not long enough. 2) It did not derride any theories/policy of the great man running this country.

I shall report on the insanity that was the Snoop Youth Football League benefit concert in due time.

Hair

After some gingerly swimming this afternoon and not showering, my hair developed into a very odd shape. I had a hat on, so I could not see the front, but the back of my hair was frizzed up in the shape of a hook. Without the use of any product, this was quite a gravity defying feat. Unfortunately, not many people got to see this and I doubt anyone will ever again because I am getting a nice trim before the academic year begins.