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We got our couch (finally), and life was good.

My camera is still broken (no flash) so the pictures have to be artifically lit - and the lighting situation in this apartment leaves much to be desired you could say. But anyways might as well show the pictures.

(My apartment is... well it's messy to say the very least.)

This is the couch - it is comfy and easy to wear.

This is how it looks in the main part of the room. Notice the copious amount of shit thrown randomly about. I say it adds to the "character".

I'm actually going to clean it after I post this - seeing it in picture still format is pretty horrendous. Before you ask yourself "what is that cord going up the wall?" Well that is the 360's little camera to watch me play video games and stuff. I have it there so they get a cool shot of my mug when I'm owning them at Uno.

And the last shot is what I normally see when I'm at my computer powergaming.

Ok enough whoring.

I signed up for Gamefly finally, I loved Netflicks and I love video games more than movies so I thought, what could I lose? I sign up and get a bunch of games added to my Queue, and they send me my first one: "Splinter Cell: Double Agent". A few days pass and I check my mail to get the bright orange envelope of a promise towards a wasted afternoon.

I get back in my home, open it up and smell the fresh scent o- wait. This is "Marvel: Ultimate Alliance", I didn't want this! I checked online and as far as they knew I had the Splinter Cell game. Oh well - I sent in a little email and they gave me five bucks as well as the next game on my Queue shipped immediately. The game is eh, not too boring and not too fun. I'll beat it and send it off.

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Checked the mail today and I got something from Microsoft.

My very own diamond card. This is pretty cool figuring it has my XBL name on it (even thought it's not related to my first pick Doc/DrGamez - still don't know why I can't move my original xbox account over to the 360 one. Oh well.

I'm still not sure WHAT this card can do because on the website it says I'm not signed up - even though I have my card right in front of me. I'll give it a few more days before I call them up and ask what's going on.

I got a card from my parents on the 14th, they always send a cheesy little valentine's card and whatnot. This one however had a picture of my brother. On the back it says: "your brother loves you and looks up to you!"

I cried a little.

Let me catch everyone up.

I called my parents about a week ago to see what was up. See I have this mini SD card I sent my brother and nobody had called me back saying they recieved it. So to make sure it got there I was calling. I asked if he got it because he hasn't been picking up his phone. That's when I got the news.

Anthony no longer has a phone. In fact, Anthony no longer was living at my house.

He was back in juvi.

Apparently he robbed one of our neighbors and attacked him when he came back home and flipped out (for good damn reason). He was then on the run for a few weeks before being picked up. So they sent him back to jail. He has already fucked up. A lot. He's been in juvi more than three times now and has gone (and put US thorugh) about a year and a half of group therapy and bullshit counseling.

And and soon as he was out he pulled this. I found out my parents have been lying to me. They said he was doing good in school and was staying clean when they knew exactly the opposite was the true. He had failed out of his classes hard and was back to doing drugs and his old habits.

He's facing a strike. California has a very harsh penalty regarding strikes. You get three. On your third strike you are locked up in prison for life without parole. Doesn't matter what your third strike is, stealing a pack of gum can be a strike if you have a history of it - that could put you away forever. To get a strike before you're 18 is just scary. The fact that he has gone to a group therapy home and completed the program makes his felonies even more intense, it's like he was laughing in the court's faces.

I know every child lies to their parents to some degree, they have to - it's a part of growing up. Anthony never really lied to me. He hid stuff from me because he knew I wouldn't approve but he wouldn't ever lie because I wouldn't ever go out of my way to hang him.

What hurts is he lied to me. After all the tears and shit he put us all through in the past year he lied to us again and went out and said fuck the world and fuck this family. I don't understand why. We don't come from a broken home, hell we've been spoiled if anything - look at this fucking television I have.

So when he says things like he looks up to me it makes me sad. Not to put myself on a pedastool or anything but we are so different, I've never even drank in my life and he's doing cocaine while in jail. I don't know what to do, my parents are hiring a lawyer to try and reduce the sentance on him but it doesn't look good.

My worst fear is I won't have a brother when I'm in my 40s. I'm afraid he'll be killed on an OD, or mixed up in some gang stuff. I'm afraid he'll be on the run and I'll never hear from him again. I don't want to have to write letters to Cell Block C to talk to my brother. I love him too much to push him out of my life but at the same time I hate him more than anything right now - how could he do this to not only himself but to the family?

So yeah, I cried a little when I saw his picture. I don't want to lose my brother.

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Demetri is my new favorite comic here. I was searching around for more Mitch Hedberg standup or ANYTHING and came across this guy. Demetri is pretty funny in that he doesn't give a straight line, punchline, laughter. He's somewhere between Mitch's dry self-serving humor and a prop comic. Just watch, you'll understand.

Also as many people have been talking about the Mencia vs. Rogan battle. I really hate Carlos and I think I hate Joe Rogan just as much. What I do find admirable however is how Rogan has called Carlos out at the cost of his own neck to point out he is a joke thief and is generally a douche-bag.

Oh and also: Dane Cook Sucks.com
I use to like Dane Cook until I started to hear that he was stealing jokes as well. Once I found out he was just rehashing I kind of lost the want to listen to him. His material is still funny (all though not his) but the fact that it's stolen and stuff just makes it... annoying to listen to.

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The sidebar is retarded. Please hold.

ok fixed it!

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So I saved a life today, what did you do?

Let me explain.

My first table of the night, this elderly (50ish) woman by herself orders a steak. Time passes and I get two more tables. As I am coming back with two lemonades she waddles up to me with panic in her eyes. I start telling her where the bathroom is and she just grabs her throat and barely squeaks out a "help me". I asked if she was choking (here's your sign) and she nodded.

Adrenaline. Panic. I don't know the Heimlich. Well. I don't know it more than reading stupid posters on how to do it and watching TV. I look at my other tables as they are watching but seem not to care or they are scared or something. So I get behind the woman and grab right where you should and start the maneuver. It takes a few times and after about 20 panicked seconds she coughs up a gross piece of steak into her hand.

Maybe she wouldn't have died. Maybe she would have just passed out or coughed it up her self. I can't say what was going to happen but at that moment I had to save her or she was going to die. That's what was going through my mind. I had to sit down for a moment after, I was so shaken up that my entire body was just pulsing with that kind of cold fear. I couldn't imagine what she was going through. So we took care of her meal (she didn't want to eat after that all, understandably) and she thanked me and said goodbye.

I'm not sure if I can put this on any resume or application but I know I feel better knowing someone out there owes me a lifesaving if I need it - I've just paid my dues.

"Happy" ending of it all: She didn't tip.

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