Stage Going To The Hospital (LOUDER!)

I am genuinely angry right now. Those of you who went to Mexico might remember what i said when Leenerts dropped the detail work on us, "I was about to lose my faith, Mark, i really was." Tonight i once again approached that stage. As my suite mate Schoen (shane) so famously described our shower, "You see, there are two stages on that thing, its either stage freezing cold, or stage 'going to the hospital'." I freaking lived in the latter stage tonight, and it had nothing to do with water temperature. For the first time in my life i took part in a game of poker in which one player profitted more than $100. You are probably sitting back laughing because of the extravagant numbers that get thrown around poker on TV these days. But we were playing with 10 cent big blinds. thats 1000 big blinds this kid won...ridiculous. the most amazing thing i have ever seen actually. I made one bad move all night, and lots of good ones, and end up losing money...not ven to him... it sucks (realize that i almost assuredly exaggerated that last statement, but i really did play well...bah...so much hate). I just ran into my room and blasted Indie Rock 'n Roll for all my suite to hear. It's 1:15, i have to get up for church relatively soon. I feel gross, that slow sweat, a product of barely uncomfortable temperatures and lots of bodies, has been slowly seeping through the layers of cotton and polyester on my body. My pants are sticking to my legs. Gross. I'd shower, but eh, i'd rather just play the music a little louder, stand in awe of some swings and coincidences (?), fold down the monitor, observe the green glow on my desk, rest my head on an extra firm pillow (after doing push ups of course), lie awake in awe of some of the hands that went down tonight, dream in awe of our worlds possibilities, look out the window in the morning, realizing where i am, and just relax. It will be a new day with more fish to be caught, and plenty to go around. Send them to Fifield suite F if you find any. I think i've vented. The music has died down. You can tell i was rushed because this is one paragraph. I only do that when i'm venting...it's like a tell of mine i suppose, if there are tells in blogging (surely there are). Oh, wait, not done venting. Three comments on my first real college post...screw you guys. Ok, NOW i'm done venting :). I need church.