What's on Your Plate?
can i lick it?

So before you ask what has been consuming all of my time down here, I'll go ahead and answer it for you...

so here's the link, amoung all the others

*coughmagicaltrevorcough*

Library? Yeah, that's right, I look at this thing constantly..as I read blogs/journals/fotojournals/peruse the web/chat/whatever...every 20 seconds I'll look at all three, then return to my life as normal...how sad..

ohh parapsychology!

Fucking Quotes...
...and quotes fucking

so this was something I said last week or so, maybe two weeks ago, but it was/has been my mood for some time or whatever..anyways, here it goes...

"you know, I just need a blonde to fuck and brunette to love"

but the quote, funny alone, was magnified with the brilliant deduction/addition by Jessica only yesterday...

she was putting blonde streaks into her hair, at the 2am mind you, so I heard the hair dryer going off and investigated to see what was going on and well, found that....of course when she asked what I thought I was honest and gave my rant about people dying their hair - especially blonde (yeah we all know how pissy I get when people try to go blonde, find it offensive and all...yeah)....but her response was great.

"..well..wait, wouldn't I just be your perfect girl then....having the blonde and
brunette hair?"

yeah, that put me in my place....that's all for now....

R O O M
..to grow

So is it just me, or did Hotmail upgrade all accounts to have this huge amount of storage? 250 mb...yeah, that's great....but if it is some teasey tester thing I'll be pissed...cuz as of right now I'm just letting everything pile up in there, not checking it for days who cares..I got all this SPACE.....ahh, ok, so that's that...

Just a Little Info..Fo You
ahh just a little bit mo'

So yeah...to everyone that was supposed to call me for a change, yeah, thanks....I fucking hate people....

yeah, this weekend was a huge let down, I am sorry, and surprised I let myself get into that mess; hoping for people to call me, or call me back...what an absurd request..fuck off, that's my next request....

maybe people aren't calling me back because they notice a wee bit too much apathy in my voice.."I'm calling because my boyfriend broke up with me"...or.."I am failing so many classes"...really, because that last time I checked, I didn't give a fuck..oh, and I still don't, thanks for playing though.

I'm just being honest.....you call me, you're gonna get what you don't want to hear, sorry, I tells it likes it is, there is no bush for me to beat around so deal with it. I'm not gonna lie to you or let you hear what you want to hear, why, because I'm always right; so if I tell you what you want to hear, then I'll be wrong, granted you'll always come to me for advice because I'm giving you what you want to hear rather than what you should hear...honesty's a bitch.

so what else is there...people should be so grateful I give them second chances..actually it's more like a three strikes and you're out sorta thing with me...because I understand how things get...most people use their strikes at the beginning, when I'm most willing to let people get away with stupid shit (depending...)and if they use all three, well they are out for good...and I think that's how all of them work, you have to get the strikes all in a row or series to get out...I mean you get a strike, then a year later you get another, you don't have two strikes on you (unless major events call for it) you will probably only have the one...now it depends on the offences, the magnitude of them, the repeatition of them, and so for....how many strikes do you have?

nothing pisses me off more than people doing something, I tell them not to, then they do it again, that's an automatic out - on the grounds that is was done intentionally, which most of the time it is, however if it's not and you're just a dumbass, why am I around you to begin with? but I hate it when people push my buttons, what are they trying to do, honestly? if they know me well enough to get me going, why would anybody want me there to begin with....an why would they get pissed when I lash out at them? look you do something to piss me off intentionally (yeah,m automatic fuck off) then yes, I'll fucking rip your god damned head off....I don't think there's anything worse than that...."ohhh, I know he doesn't like when I do this...*commits the crime* he he he" moments later "hey, why you acting so crazy, that's irrational, don't destroy my property, yadda yadda yadda" look bitch, you do something as extreme to piss me off, on whatever level, be prepared to face my wrath..you obviously know what not to do, then you know how I will react..so don't get pissed when I kill ya...

so this wasn't really a rant, just a slightly upset post, maybe a little let down..hah, that's funny....upset, let down....upset, let down....upset, let down..say it with me....

Muse
Absolution

Tonight. Enough said...

November 12th...
I swear something happened on this day too...

so this is my post for yesterday, the 12th....but at 6 in the morn...this is frickin' ridiculous....

I'm awake, shouldn't be...I woke up at 8:30 so it's now going on 22 hours, what the shit...I worked, went to a show, did errands, talked on the phone, I am truly a madman. so I figure if anything this will get me to sleep...only to wake up in a few hours, I can't miss people's phone calls...actually there are two important ones in particular....Kendall is coming to see me tomorrow, or so she claims, I just hope this isn't some "get your hopes up to see someone" type of thing, then I'll be mad, but whatever I used hope in the same sentence more than once..that bothers me.....

so when you have finally mastered something, do you just move on....that would be stupid right? well that's what I do on a constant basis...just when I start to get my feet settled, start earning respect, got the job down pat, BOOM, I vanish into thin air...I guess that's the problem with me, if it's not challenging I don't want to keep it around for very long..but conversely, if it is too hard of a task, it will just piss me off to tears that I can't do it....strange world we live in...so do something I love that is challenging, whatever, I don't have anything like that....if I can't do it, I fucking hate it, because I'm petty like that.

so I got onto a topic tonight that I have actually been meaning to "touch base on", that topic is of course the never ending saga called, *rollseyeswithasighunderhisbreath* love....yeah, hit me up on that later....

so just as my conversation ended, there went my chances for anything to happen...that's ok, I wasn't really in the mood anyhow, not even for someone to join me tonight, introverted, yes...but earlier I wanted something fresh, god that's a problem with me....met this really cool girl at the show today, her jokes were brilliant, reminded me of myself, and the pick up line she used, good god...it was so meant to be for me, in that "I wish" style that has happened before...amazing...yeah, but I don't like her like that...out of spite for myself I invited her to the next dance party...god I really do hate myself....

but that's what happens when you are a social engineer *term copywritten by Z.Baiel* I'm gonna use that more often in conversation now that I have put some thought behind it....so what's your major..oh, I already have a degree, it's in social engineering..really, that's sounds interesting...yeah, ask me about it....ohhhh Z, if only you could have been there, I love you..ahh crap, don't make me get into that now...anyways, I'm getting tired of telling people I'm a student of life, bla bla...whatever, I won't go into my rants at first, if we sit down later and are talking, once you get a feel for the wonder that is the Jason, then I'll let you in on the little secret, or whatever..but until then my name is tom, and I am either a parapsychologist or social engineer...fuck off.

alright, I'm ending it here, I'm gonna nap for a couple then call it a day?

Does she like the taste of blood in her mouth?
..yeah, she should just become a lesbian...

So I've been doing a lot of complaining, some might say bitching, well whatever..you know I had, excuse me, have one more rant to post....but I will get to it, later....

that quote was between Pete and I last night, it was great...I'm sure you just had to be there, but damn, it's funny if you put it into context..we were talking about this girl who likes to bite the lips of the person she is kissing...biting is cool and all, I'm down for that, especially on the lips...but damn, she fucking clamps down and it hurts...or so I've been told..anyways, blood drawn maybe a little bit too much, scratch me or something....I don't know...

hold up....

wow, I just read something..something that was directed at me I believe, everybody talks in code in these online journals, but it's reassuring to see yourself through the eyes of someone else, and know how much of a difference you can make to somebody. I say reassuring only in the sense that it helps you in the long run, helping you help yourself...sometimes people are ignorant to the things around them, to themselves..and then stumbling across that, allows you to come out of your shell..

I'm sorry if I have been pissed lately, there's a lot of things going on and not going on..my apathy to my own situation doesn't help either, I didn't intend things to be like this, but nobody ever does. there's a tension in the air in the house right now, only sweeping here and there as certain members of the household walk in..luckily it hasn't hit the entire house, yet. I hope to settle somethings tonight, now that I have been enlightened...

I'm sorry but one thing I won't do is have a serious conversation with a drunk or someone who has been drinking...hell, I generally don't have conversations with them, maybe say a few words in my "I don't give a fuck" tone, some people know that all too well...but if you want to have a heart to heart we can, just once you sober up..there's just something lost when I'm trying to explain my points to an inebriated ear. So we can working this out, I love you.

so what did you do today..oh you know, went around to different places getting free condoms..we made it an adventure, and let me tell you, it was crazy....you know planned parenthood no longer gives them out for free, you have to pay twenty-five cents for one....crazy; something with the lack of funding, and people like us gathering as much as possible, whatever. why can't we live in the UK. but we did hit the jackpot, one building - two different floors..so we want to go as much as possible, make it a first name basis...

in other news...nothing? somebody came to the door asking for signatures to make Indiana enforce stricter laws on the steel plants and shit like that..Jim signed, but I asked where the revenue would come from and basically shot down this guy, I wouldn't sign...I updated my Xanga, yup...I have no saved messages, that makes me a little sad...I thought there was some things saved..like the breasts comment, or the phone call from you...hmmm, at least I still have the extended absence greeting going for me. which reminds me, I should probably start calling some people, so I think I'll do that.....

still wearing my jacket.

Another Rant About People....
House Style Bitches!

So this one is directed at the members of the house I am currently residing in....I would say it started with this morning, but that's not true, it's been going on for quite some time now..but this morning was in fact a large brick in the wall...it's been close to an hour so I've calmed down by now, so let's see what happens...

I was laying in my bed, in between that sleeping phase and just about to wake up phase, you know what I'm talking about...and I don't know if it was one of those sleepy moment of clarities where you are fully aware of everything around you; or if people were just being really loud in the kitchen, I'll go with the former..but I was able to hear every word that was said in a conversation that sparked my ears..there was a slight bitch fest about me myself, and it wouldn't have been a bitch fest had not they gotten their facts straight....so I was a little agitated about that, but when I heard the "1/5" clause pulled out I lost it...mother fuckers!

I was so pissed as I laid there, I tried to sleep it off but it got to me, and I had to piss really badly, so I decided "let's do this..let's fucking rumble.." These mother fuckers should be grateful they are living with me...I've never asked to be thanked for anything in this house, I just want people to do their fair fucking share...that would be thanks enough..but you know what, I'll ask of it now...every fucking morning I walk up I want a sincere "thank you" coming from every member of the house...Ha, ok, that won't happen nor do I really want that, just had to have my moment of grandeur there....but no, what I want is for these mother fuckers to follow suite and lend a god damn fucking hand....look, you're not living with your parents anymore, I'm not gonna let you slide, clean up after you stupid fucking selves...

and another thing they should be so grateful for....I am paying for a full 1/5 of the rent and utilities....I won't bitch about the utilities, we all share those equally...even if people do tend to keep the lights on in rooms they are no longer occupying; that's not what I'm bitching about...it's the fucking rent.......why the fuck should I pay for a full amount when I don't have the same rights as these fuckers who live here with me? I can't claim this as my residence, I'm not on the lease, I can't have my mail sent here - so I have to travel 3 hours one way to pick up my shit, and then the 3 hours back, I don't have a room room like everyone else, not that big of a deal, I've managed, but it's the noise factor that comes into play there...upstairs you hear nothing anyone does in the house...downstairs YES! but whatever....I can't get a parking permit so the parking situation is completely jacked up, imagine trying to move three cars every fucking day just to get to work..hope you aren't pushing for time....the not being able to claim this as a residence has fucked me in other situations as well, things are still pending, but I mean god damn...

I'm the fucking squatter, get off my ass...I do more than my share of helping out here.. I am constantly cleaning - whether it be the fucking dishes day after day, picking up after people left their shit all over, sweeping, rearranging/putting back together the house, just making it look presentable..which is never achieved because it looks like a dirty dirty little hole...

and then there's the fact that a large portion of this shit is mine...yeah, like a good 70%...I don't mind people using my shit, but just use it as I would use it....everyting has a fucking rule to me....don't break my shit is usually the number one thing..I mean I know they are material objects, but still I get pissed when my shit gets broken because it's usually caused by carelessness and it's not like Karma will even things out, because there's nothing of theirs in the house to break (not on purpose I'm saying, but in general..) and I don't like my stuff getting six times the use it would normally get from me.."it only has soo many clicks..." I mean I hate to be shitty about things, but I can only go so far, only bend so much before it's too late....I'm very possessive about my material items..is that shallow, fucking no, you know why, because it's the only thing in life I have, it's the only thing I have ever had, it's the only thing I will ever have, so get off my fucking case....I've managed this far only on the things I have..so please whatever you do, don't take that from....there's reasons why I've named the items that are close to me, care to take a gander as to why...

so I came up the stairs and in my greatest morning voice said, "so correct me if I'm wrong, but did I hear people talking shit?" and glared around through my black and blue squinted Chinese eyes...if it's one thing I love, it's my morning voice, not my morning look..I hope to one day have that morning Tom Waits voice as my actual...so yeah, things were said, but the one offender who mentioned the "1/5" clause was not in the room, so I was building walls where there shouldn't have been, just yet.

I never got to rant like I was going to, I could tell it was going to go nowhere, so instead I'll just post it in here, so all of everyone can read just what the shit goes on in this house...I don't mind living here really, I mean we have a ton of fun..but you know what, if I could have half the amount of fun by visiting here and still live somewhere else, I think that would be a lot better for myself.....I've always said I couldn't live with anybody, and well, it's true...I probably would have killed my Michigan roommate had I been unfortunate to have one. so thus ends my angry rant, not as much cursing in this one, I held back, and the words "god damn" wanted to come out in a lot of places, but there you have it...now GO FUCK OFF!

Pete's Back...
Like a habit?

And so goes the reign of the Reese Witherspoon cardboard cutout as the replacement Pete. Yeah, I think that is all I got for that statement...pete's back.....he returned on Dance Party Wednesday...I think this is his first one to be honest..and to think, this one almost didn't happen....but we rallied it back

rallied....well it was a close one, I was in my Wednesday mood but still I wasn't going to let a tradition flounder, not even once....but as luck may have it I received a phone call from a Heather H. (I think she wanted to talk to Tom...haha) and decided she needed to come over, all other plans had faltered, so this would have been the linking force to reunite everyone with Wednesday....after a quick coercion I hung up the phone and yelled to the kneeler it was coming through...picked her up, brought her back and BOOM, dance party was on..

but we really shouldn't talk about that.....heather stayed for the agreed upon time of an hour, didn't play DDR like the house rules state...but I couldn't be mad at her. so there I was, in my Wednesday mood....took out the trash...never got a pic of the sixth dance party, but oh well...phone call...made an angry ranting post..sheesh, I swear I must be either really old or living as a drunk...doesn't like loud noises, whatever....

so there you have it, wow, this post was longer than I thought..nice..so yeah..my compliment of the night was I make the best martinis....so yeah, eat that shit up, good night!

I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE..
yeah, I fucking said it

So this is a more personal rant, where I bitch about people...and how much I fucking hate people....

I fucking hate loud people....I don't think I have ever been around a louder group of people....let me get into this...there's normal talking voice, there's an excited voice, there's an angry voice, and probably one more, quieter whisper voice.....it never reaches under excited in this house, and not in the good way..what the fuck?

all these people seriously do is fucking yell...but its not yelling, they just talk to you like they are on the cell phone...we all know those types of people...they are talking in a normal voice, having a normal conversation, then all of a sudden their phone rings and they become an announcer for a sporting event..the person on the other line is a thousand miles away and you have to scream to them so they can maybe here a mutter from you...that's a whole different topic...what's their deal? a plastic object transmitting radiation into their brain has this effect to increase the volume of their voice, on some, not all, people..and I love how they are completely oblivious to this..they become finished with their conversation and start talking to you normally again....

maybe it's because they can't hear them, so they compensate by yelling, I've heard of that before, it doesn't make any sense to me really...do they forget that there is a speaker volume for their phone, so they can actually hear the person talking to them......

and what's the deal with talking to foreign people.....I have seen this countless times...you say something to a foreign speaking person, they don't fully understand so you slow down your speech and talk louder....like because the volume of your voice is really going to help translate things better...."ohhhh, right, see at first I wasn't sure what you meant, but then you said it louder, as to make a scene, and now I fully understand it." honestly, let's just talk slower to the fucking foreign pieces of shit that still don't know the fucking language that is supposed to be spoken here..

and that's another rant.....you move to this fucking country, you fucking learn the fucking language, what's so fucking hard about that....I can't believe the government will allow these pieces of social shit to get into the country..especially when they can't speak the god damned language...that's my personal belief, fucking shut down the border til we get our country under wraps...yeah yeah, bitch and moan back at me, "this is the land for that type of shit", look, I don't give a damn..things have to get fixed, and frankly, I think the boarder should be closed til things get better....fucking shoot any of those spiks that try running across the boarder....Mexico would do the same thing if it were going in the other direction..god I fucking hate America, glad that a Republican is in office though....

So back to these loud ass mother fucking people who don't know how to control the volume of anything in this god forsaken house......it's not just their voices either...ohhh no, it's every little mother fucking thing they do..it's fucking ridiculous...how can a person make everything so damn loud....people walking around, that's a biggie.....look, I don't know if your feet are made out of lead or what..I know fat people walk a little heavier, but I mean god damn, my mother was more quite than these fucks and she was bigger...so what the fuck is their malfunction? you fucking walk...this isn't stomp...one foot in front of another.....the ground is the same distance each time, don't fear that..it's not gonna move on you, honestly....

J: Hey.
X: HEY! WHAT UP?!
J: Well, it's 3am, people are sleeping..
X: COOL...I'M GONNA MOVE ALL THE FURNITURE AROUND FOR BIT AND MAKES AS MUCH NOISE AS POSSIBLE
jesus fucking christ

but I fucking hate having general conversation in this house....it just gets so loud, and then I don't feel like even wanting to be in the house.....loud noises are a negative energy, there I fucking said..yeah, fucking loud people are a negative presence in all of society..I don't want them in my fucking house....

I want to live alone next year

fucking count: 24

Garbage...
debris, junk, kelter, litter, offal, riffraff, rubbish, trash, waste, dregs, rubble, filth, sewage, slop

So this is just a nothing post..almost said rant, whew, that was a close one..anyways in the words of MarioKart..Here we go...

So mario cart got me thinking of Vince, of course, but he said he has been reading my blog and it's got energy, he liked the fact that I was writting again...which I s good because that positive reinforcement is exactly what I need to continue doing these types of things....but I really need to get onto the right track here..I've got these books I am supposed to read, damn it..I spend my day wasting it away.....and I know I won't read tomorrow...it's Wednesday, coming, I'll be too psyched for the Dance party....maybe this weekend, or something...I don't know..

So I am so bored am I thinking about food...I know I am not hungry, but food would give me something to do, something to fill in the gap here....which isn't a good thing because, a: I am not hungry therefore I don't need to eat, b: we don't have enough food to go around as it is, and thirdly it will only make me hungry, causing me to eat when really I had no intention...grrrr

so as I sit here I have to remind myself to take my cell phone out of my pocket....for some reason it just does not like the pocket in this spot, sitting, here.....could be standing up, right next to the damn chair I am in and I got signal...put it on the desk in front of me, signal...but in my pocket..ohhh no, not at all....it's like the refrigerator light thing.....so I put it on the table, so that it can vibrate right off and onto the floor...right out of reaching distance...sorry I missed your call...

and speaking of missed calls..I had this call the other day...ok, so the scenario was like this..I wanted to remember a set of numbers, so I just punched them into the phone, space being the obvious pound sign as if I were to text message someone, so it looked something like this...115#111, I think that's right and I pressed talk so that it would save those numbers.....so I call, hang up instantly and just review my recent outgoing calls to remember the number as needed, brilliant slightly I know...but not 20 minutes after that happens I get a call from this phone number: 114-56. yeah, that was it...what the shit was that...I was too afraid to answer..maybe I dialed a secret government number and they were now tracking me down....and they even left a message..so now I am totally wierded out by it. and when I went to check my voicemail it said from that number, no more no less....

it just reminded me of that one time I was getting the missed calls from a similar number..which turned out to be the overseas credit card guy..the one where I had the greatest conversation with ever for over an hour...yeah, he never called me back....I miss that guy, he was great

so I got a compliment for my little blog here...made me happy, see, I can be a nice guy...at times..to some people...it all depends on timing really..I mean you'll mostly get the asshole version of me no matter who you are (exception 1), but if you really are something and really deserve it, yeah, I'll give my gratitude....choke on that!

so that's about it for me, for now...just some random shit like I said....I'm on the brink of something though...I don't think it is good, I feel it gurgling, like an intestinal problem...the Dance Party tomorrow will either be my Pepto, or a spicy Mexican meal...we'll see.

No School Rant!!!
But Maybe...in the distance...

So just as I made the decision to never go to college ever....mother fucking ever, I get this....I'll explain..

so in the past couple of weeks I have been denouncing college as having any use whatsoever, especially for the people I know and live around. I wouldn't say I'm talking them out of going to college, but then again I might be a liar...so I was just giving then real life options...maybe even existential options, for those who believe in that sort of thing, not I, I'm more of a bleak pessimist like Sartre..anyways....so yeah, school is stupid to me...if I want to learn something, I'll either go to the library to get a book on it, or I'll fucking live it and get my own damn experiences, make sense?

this how I have been thinking for the past month....another thing that got to me is I am a fairly intelligent person...and I have been called "bright" by some, and when I use bright of course I am talking about how I pick up on things...so I'm a quick learner, I know that's a bullshit line when you have and interview, but it's fucking true with me...fucking teach me something...I'll repeat it for a bit, BOOM, it's mastered, no biggie now give me something else before I revamp what you got here and make it better.....but there are things I want to do, or would prefer doing...but I just can't get into them because, and here's the clincher, I don't have schooling..whatever....

My question to society is this, what happened to apprenticeships? Do they exist anymore, because if they do, I'll be there in a heartbeat. You know what I'm talking about...there's this person who is skilled in this one trade and somebody that has to replace him wants to study underneath him to learn it all, then does replace him when guy A retires or dies....where is that now...am I missing that because if I am, well I'm a fool....but that's all I really fucking need, is a damned apprenticeship.....if I were able to be taught something that I wanted or liked to do, I may like it a little bit more..

I suppose what I am getting at is, let me train under a photographer, I'll pick up the shit then I could do something with it..until then I am just a hack, dare I say, poser..I really don't know what I am doing, and whenever I have asked anybody else they won't help me...maybe it's because all photographers I have ever met are pompous too good for the world fucks (I should fit right in, no?) but seriously, they all talk like their shit don't stink, they are some sort of gods...what, because they can point and shoot.....well I can mother fucking do that.....

then some may say, well why don't read up on photography - can it bitch, I don't like to read one...I have read some shit, doesn't get me anywhere I want to be...I can read til my eyes bleed, put me in that god forsaken real life scenario and I've got nothing...I like to be taught, physically, hands on, situation by situation....I'll get the understanding eventually..remember I am a quick learner....

so yeah, fuck school apprenticeships are the way to go..just do what you fucking want, live your god-damned life...you want to act, move to cali..be a waiter/waitress and try it out.....you want to sing, quit school....it won't help you any bit..save your money people...do what your soul is telling you to do, otherwise you'll regret it in the end...

that said...I stated no school for me..then ghosts and paranormal activity was mentioned tonight..people are afraid of the fucking ouija board (lame ass) and other things of that nature...I'm all about, because I wanted to go to school to become a parapsychologist.....so that made me want to go back, just for that.....but I know it won't happen...I'll live my life as a drifter and in 3-5 years I'll be hiking in Europe...that's my plan so fuck everyone else. Ta-mother fucking-TA

To Jessica,
Thanks..

Yeah, so this is my ode to Jessica, because she deserves it...So this is me not so formally, but formally none-the-less Thanking her for everything she has done for me

Let's see....where to begin.......well, she cut my hair, not fully cut my hair, but trimmed it; to get it off the ears. she was weary of doing this because she knows how "important" my hair is to me, or something but she did do a nice job on it, so yay to her, saving me money and making me look presentable yet again...

ohh, being the one person I could actually ask a favor from....though rare, far and few between certain situations come where everybody needs a hand...sweat off my back

For buying me diner the other night...even though the meal may have been slightly cold, I enjoyed it because, well it was a meal, and it was bought with love...I got to eat!

And who could forget the drunken ice-cream escapade downtown....after a wine tasting we walked back home (good thing too, we almost opted to drive...) but in our delusion we craved ice cream....and ohhh was it so good too. my favorite line was of course "don't mind these" as I put an empty and a full bottle of wine on the counter to dig out change from my pocket....

which then led to the leisurely walk through campus...scratch leisurely, loud walk through campus, stopping at the gazebo..only to harass a couple walking up later..and finally making it home...running into the door and banging your head on the wall.....good shit....

but I think most of all, thanks for putting up with all my bullshit.....god I am such a fucking ass it is unbelievable. But somehow she puts up with my cutting sarcasm and down to earth realism....so hasn't slashed my throat like I have threatened so many a times, so yeah...it's a great place to be....

So thank you for everything you've done, are doing, and will continue (I hope) to do..just thought you may like this...

(oh, and to those of you who think they should be entitled a post where I thank them personally like this......tell me, what's the last thing you did for me; and maybe I'll consider it.....best wishes, burn in hell)

Something New..??
making it new..

Yeah, so today's date is sticking out in my head for some reason...beats me why, but yeah I guess I won't ever figure out since my computer is not up and running...so anyways

Well today will be a special day, if it already isn't..but today is the day when I lost my ramen virginity....yeah, I had two bowls of ramen....I prefer the chicken over the beef...wow

so yeah, no biggie....this is just a quick little post for no apparent reason...

I want to point out one thing, but I'll save it for a rant....god, I just wanted to go to sleep 5 minutes ago, now I want to rant...fucking people....

Camping Quotes
Yah for the New editions!

Ok, this isn't anything too funny or serious or anything like that...it's just a combination of all those things......

So I was at this party last night (don't even get me started, I had a rant about people, but yeah..I'll shut up...) So at this party, which I was invited to because I know this person who knows this person, something like that....a band played, my friends knew a member, they also knew the house resident, so whatever....

anyways, I was sitting in my chair, that's what I do best, people watch..so then I got up to "help"/walk Neil back over to Jessie's apartment to get his stuff..but as I was following him I was stopped and a conversation like this happened...

J: Excuse me, excuse me..coming through......whoops, I'm sorry (continues walking)
G: (pause)...Hey..HEY YOU! Stop!
J: (stops and sighs..turns around)
G: I know you...I was in your tent
J: Excuse me?
G: Yeah, I've been in your tent.....I was with Chris that one night..
J: (befuddled) ummm, soleski? When was that...was I there...jujuwha?
G: Yeah, there's candles and I was sitting next to them..and (starts naming off everything..)
J: Ohh, I believe you were in the tent...I mean how many other people alone, and here, have a tent...I think it's safe to make that assumption...
G: you never know..
J: Oh, but I do, I do know..
J: (moment of clarity) ohhh, was that when there was like 11 other people in the tent as well
G: yeah!
J: ahh, yeah, alright I remember that.....well you're more than welcome to come back some time, but I gotta jet

Notice how I said, "I remember that"...it wasn't til later that I remembered her, for some reason the face didn't ring a bell, but when I stepped back I was able to get a clear shot of her and yeah, I remember her...

so that's a random story of how I get spotted in a large city like Bloomington at some random ass party....every where I go, I swear I know somebody....I feel good, yet this may be too small for me....

1917 - 201999
She was an Optimist....

So what a day.....it was short, but damned if I didn't have a good time with it..I suppose it is only 7....many more things to come.....

well to start it off, Vince and Elizabeth stopped by today, though later than they said they would (I think that was Vince being nice, so in that case I am grateful) I didn't awake til their presence at 11..still wearing my overcoat from the night before...

So I gave them the tour of the house, took a picture as needed then took off for campus...this isn't my campus so I wasn't able to give them a tour, like at Michigan (ohhh Michigan, Go victors valiant) so Dewes kinda helped me out, though very slightly...

we ate at the Irish Lion, a quaint little pub like restaurant. After Elizabeth had one too many drinks everything was suddenly funny, and we left to explore the rest of Bloomington and it's campus...we had a fun run getting lost and then chased out of the Auditorium...then we made it into a dorm, then on different floors where we harassed more people......walked in a graveyard, say my title in one of the head stones, brilliant...

then we headed our way back here..had a good jam session (I was happy that I had a few moments of brilliance on the drums..) we took turns alternating instruments, good shit...then we went up stairs where I fixed everyone some martinis (French and A Muff Of Another), Vince had a good time...then we played some DDR...shortly after that they took off back for Terre Town, all in all it was a pleasant visit.

Shortly after they left the Kneeler and Jessie stopped by and we started to Watch Anything Else...I fell asleep an hour into it and just woke up maybe half an hour ago....oh, and guess who was no longer at my side, oh that's right, the girl who always leaves me in the dust, Jessie...

so that's where I am at right now, the movie is just finishing up and I'm gonna fix me a bowl of cereal and jerk off. good night indeed..well you know, it's like anything else.

ICE CREAM AND UNDERWEAR PARTY....
enough said...

So yeah, today is Friday...November 5th....yeah-a...anyways, not much has really happened today to be honest....I was told, "you're gonna be a rockstar, I know it" by some guy..made me laugh.....today is remembered in Geek History, of course from Back to the Future...November 5th 1955 was the day in which Emit L. Brown was hanging a clock in his bathroom ,slipped on the wet porcelain and when he came to he had a vision, and drew this...




ok, I know that is horrible, but that is how this accident picture took, so yeah, it's kinda funny, the fact that I "ruined" a Polaroid shot, but was able to salvage it by coming up with this brilliant idea, I rock, yes I know.....

so I think that is all for now.....still wanting to go backpacking, you know where...maybe move and live there til I commit some heresy and die....

oh yeah, tonight is the ice cream and underwear party.....bring ice cream or alcohol...and you are only admitted if you are in your undies...for more info give me a call.....until next time...peace, we outta here...

Give Me 24 Hours...
...And I'll make a fool of this all

Sooo, last night....Wednesday Night Dance Party, tradition in the making. yeah well what can you do, have a great frickin' time. We are wondering though, is it the fourth or fifth dance party..I guess it all depends on your definition of a dance party....but for the record we will go with number 5, and counting.

But yeah..what can one accomplish in 24 hours, running on pure...emotion? No no, emotion is the wrong word, well I mean it's slight emotion...spite, that's an emotion right? Ehh, whatever, actions speak louder than words..actions speak louder than emotions..and actions can speak for emotions, so yeah, deduct what you can...

well the dance party was a hit, to an extent...we got some new people to come over...the mood kinda shifted from the "norm" ( though there really isn't a norm) to a slight dance party with a lot of hanging out on the porch and a jam session in the kitchen...then everyone splitting their own ways...

One Highlight for us all was the acceptance of our invite by Laura Cooper to come to the dance party....she's one of those girls where you have to use the first and last name...that and she doesn't have a middle name.

Surprisngly I wasn't in my uber-depressed mode for the night, which is a good thing, probably because I was wearing my fuzzy blue handcuffs..to match my fuzzy blue slippers....to match my blue whip....oh kinky I can be. well that's it, I won't fuck you tonight, I don't know if you would be able to handle me....

Godly Quotes...
Yeah, I'm bringin' 'em back

So I had this conversation this morning...it was around 9, and that was only to give an adequate amount of time for the other party, otherwise the call would have been made at 3am last night..but I was told it wasn't "right", so whatever, last time I listen to her..well, ok no..

so this is between the Kneeler and Myself...I'm wide awake, and he's just been woke up...

K: (sleepy) H-hello..
J: (awake) Hey, its me
K: (still tired) hey...
J: (excited) So, I was wondering what time you wanted to go to Lowes today
K: (tired and confused) w-hat..?
J: (still going) Well, I was just wondering what you wanted to go over to Lowes..you know..to get supplies...for my shrine...
K: (totally awake) OH MY FUCKING GOD NO..I MEAN YES...I MEAN HOLY SHIT..YOU ARE MY GOD!

so yeah..I fucking rock.....my shrine will be built...Jason is the one God.

Foamy's Rants 2
..well, tried to

you know what types of people I hate...those...stupid....bastards...I hate.....mother fuckers.....that.....I fucking......hate

this is fucking ridiculous, you know what I hate, fucking days like yesterday..fucking bullshit is what it was. I don't even know where to begin....fucking, it could go back to the time it hit 12 am, yeah, that's how fucked things were...slept, woke up, wasn't good, couldn't find my glasses..piss me off. things just got worse....I suppose the only thing that would have clinched it was if Bush were to lose.

you know what I hate, people who don't take my fucking advice....what, I'm always right...I was right about Bush, I was right about you, hell, I could even pin point it down, you know why, because I'm fucking great..I'm not an idiot, though I can play a pretty good role, I just like for people to put it out there, I have nothing on the line, they do, so fuck off.

and it's not just people who don't take my advice, it's people who don't believe me, people who don't put faith in what I say, what...like I'm fucking lying to them, for what purpose do I have to lie to them, am I gonna benefit myself somehow, no...listen up, stick it in your god damned brain what I have to say...if I tell you something it's because I know I'm right, if I am uncertain of something, I'll let you know by saying, 'hmmm, I don't know, maybe, well.., we'll see...' how fucking hard is it not to believe me, must be pretty god damned easy...

oh, but I love it when those fuckers come to me later and say "you were right", of course I was right, I'm not a fucking idiot like yourself, I know what's up....people that are worse than that are those not ignorant to their surroundings...the type that know what is wrong with everything, but just don't have the decency to change anything, maybe lack the intelligence...or maybe they like to bitch about their surroundings, because then and only then do they feel important, when they have something to tell the world, make everyone succumb to their every desire..."ohh, please listen to me while I complain about the world around me..." look here fucks, get yourself out of the hole you dug yourself, nobody wants to hear about your fucking insignificant matters that only pertain to you being a douche and not wanting to help yourself...clinging onto something only so you can feel like you got something, anything...keeping people around you....one, it's pathetic, two it's weak minded, and thirdly its self destructive....why don't you pull a pin on a grenade and just hold onto it..and if you can't get a grenade, a large firework stick will do the trick....because seriously, society doesn't need you except to look down upon....

So in conclusion, fucking take my advice or burn in hell...shut up you whiny losers and just die...that is all.

"there are certain types of people in this world that just piss me off to no end. Like the kind of people that come up to you and ask you for your advice. And when you give it to them, they don't take it. They just come up to you a week later and say "I can't believe how everything turned out so wrong!" You wanna know why everything turned out so wrong? Because you didn't take my advice, and you're fucking stupid!"