Other important quantum aspects are related to correlations of photon statistics between different beams.

So I get off stage right and drop the mic
Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like
"Sup ladies, my name's Slim Shady.
I'm the lead singer in D12 baby"
They're all like "Oh my God, it's him."
"Becky, oh my fucking God it's Eminem!"
"I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock"
"Please, Marshall, please let me suck your cock!"

The above excerpt from A Tale of Two Cities (Charles Dickens - 1859) accurately describes what my life has been like since my last update. I know I've made you wait a long time for this update, reader, and I bet you were even wondering if I had given up on this blog altogether. WELL, FUCK YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL, FAITHLESS SON OF A... (Vanq, we talked about this. You have to control your tilt or you know what will happen.) Oh, right. :( Thanks, conscience. (Too soon?) You kinda ruined my day. Let me get back to the reader, now? (Sure thing, buddy.)

And so I'm back, from outer space. Since I've been gone I've played a lot of poker, completed a lot of schoolwork, had a lot of ridiculous drinking experiences, and got a girl pregnant. When she told me, I immediately ran home and played 10k hands of 2/4 and lost my roll. Then I lived in busto-ville for a while, and I'm now back playing .25/.50 like a homeless person (I'm serious, I was watching these homeless people outside the Metro station playing 50nl 6max, but the train came before the waiting list cleared.). So, now, I'm playing busto stakes full ring and heads-up, but the truth is: I couldn't be happier. Oh wait, yes I could. This fucking blows. I guess I'll have to man up and grind it out like everyone else seems to be doing.

Now that I've updated you on my poker playing, I want to bring up an issue that has been bothering me for some time. Truthishly, (if you get that reference, I will send you $1 on Stars) I have no idea what I want to pursue when I'm done with school, and that shit bugs incessantly. All my friends seem to have a clear vision of exactly what they enjoy doing, but I honestly have no idea what I like. (You know, besides poker, writing, and unprotected sex.) Let me bless you with some examples:

(The names of people have been changed to protect the innocent):

Darren: So, you pick a major yet, VanqTheGod?
VanqTheGod: No, you bastard, we just talked about this yesterday. You told me you were doing a PoliSci major with a minor in French.
Darren: Oh, that's right. Because I know what I want to do in school and you don't, I am much smarter than you and better than you at life altogether. I hope you die in a snake pit, you fucking prick.
VanqTheGod: :(



VanqTheGod: Hi Josephine, how are you doing on this crisp winter afternoon?
Josephine: Oh, just wonderful, VanqTheGod. I was just thinking about how I am so happy about the fact that I'm 100% sure that I want to be an anthropology major with a minor in pseudolinguisticmasoschism. I can't wait to update my Facebook status with this important information.
VanqTheGod: Well good for you. I hope you enjoy your life as an expert in two irrelevant fields. In fact, I'm pretty sure your minor isn't even real.
Josephine: It is too, I read all about it in the 600 page university handbook that everyone got at the Mensa meeting in 1997.
VanqTheGod: *facepalm* Okay, so can I get some head?
Josephine: No!
VanqTheGod: Why?



Now, reader, you too can see my frustration. I'll be accepting all advice on this pertinent issue, you know how to holla at me! (Sorry, today is "Pretend to be Black Day" in Canada.) I will try to update before Friday, when I leave for Ontario for a week. If I don't, I'm pretty sure you're pretty used to waiting forever for my updates anyway, am I right?

I'm going to get back to reading my book now (It's a self-improvement book about how to get in touch with your spiritual side. It involves a lot of masturbation.).


LOVE & HOPE TO ALL


Vanquish