A usual day for me involves work, booze & video games with my friends and sleep only to wake up and do it all over again. Not that that has changed a whole lot, but some things are different.
1. I like to write in some list or bullet format sometimes
2. I started school again. College for that matter. I'm taking classes that interest me.
3. Evan barely plays video games due to a crappy connection, so my time has been dwindling too.
4. Writing lately has been interesting. The lines aren't flowing in a manner that makes sense or that would be a good poem. It's sketchy...
Example: Tonight felt forced and I came up with "Misunderstanding, it's all just a big - waste of time." Bam, stuck, me going nowhere else with that line. That sucks. Worst part is that it isn't the first time.
I guess I felt that I needed to get that off my chest.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Memories Flood
In whatever way it is done; I'm not sure, but I am convinced memories are not stored in a linear manner. I have found on this trip home that the strangest of recollections pour into my thoughts. I'm not sure how to better explain it than that. I do the simplest of things while I'm home and my mind races to all these different events that have taken place. I was eating an old favorite - Death by Chocolate, and I literally lost myself in thought for the entirety of the bowl of ice cream.
Along the same lines: I get deja vu. A phenomenon where as you do something you feel you have been in that situation before, done that thing and were in that place (or along those lines). I often find this the case. However, I have run into the instances of hmmm... precognition, premonition, whatever you may want to call it, the future sight. I'm not saying I believe in madam fortuna or the likes, or tarot (although I do find astrology interesting), but I have in a manner of saying a sense of a futuristic mentality.
- The reason for posting this is due to the fact that tonight I had a creepy one. I felt the need to post something in the relation to it. Perhaps remind myself: strange thing how memories work.
Read up on it sometime. A memory can really deceive you. You can picture something in a particular way all your life, only to have the fact brought forth and be completely different. The color of a shirt changing from blue to black. The memory of shoes changing from skater style to moccasins. I ramble, and for that I apologize. The best thing to do, find the memory you want to never change and write it down, at that moment take a picture. The best thing for a mind to properly assemble and form a memory is for fact to assist it. You can remember how cold it really was when you see that old picture of your family at the ski resort. How your toes felt like they were going to break off.
Thanks for coming along when you did twenty-ten. What would I do without a new year to start me off right.
Along the same lines: I get deja vu. A phenomenon where as you do something you feel you have been in that situation before, done that thing and were in that place (or along those lines). I often find this the case. However, I have run into the instances of hmmm... precognition, premonition, whatever you may want to call it, the future sight. I'm not saying I believe in madam fortuna or the likes, or tarot (although I do find astrology interesting), but I have in a manner of saying a sense of a futuristic mentality.
- The reason for posting this is due to the fact that tonight I had a creepy one. I felt the need to post something in the relation to it. Perhaps remind myself: strange thing how memories work.
Read up on it sometime. A memory can really deceive you. You can picture something in a particular way all your life, only to have the fact brought forth and be completely different. The color of a shirt changing from blue to black. The memory of shoes changing from skater style to moccasins. I ramble, and for that I apologize. The best thing to do, find the memory you want to never change and write it down, at that moment take a picture. The best thing for a mind to properly assemble and form a memory is for fact to assist it. You can remember how cold it really was when you see that old picture of your family at the ski resort. How your toes felt like they were going to break off.
Thanks for coming along when you did twenty-ten. What would I do without a new year to start me off right.
Italian Women
Thank god for Italian women. I have had four different Italian women cook for me in just over a month. Thanksgiving I had a sweet meal with my sister's friend who was out in San Diego, Joy. Then I come home for Christmas and these women won't leave me be. My mom is placing her best meals on the table before me. Always trying to make me eat more and more. How did I do it before? I feel fat AND sassy. After Christmas my parents and I make our trip down to visit more family in Maryland and Pennsylvania. Upon arrival in Maryland, my aunt (married into my dad's side) feeds me non-stop the entire time of being there. We continue to Natrona Heights, Pennsylvania and there I have my mom's mom, my grandma, cooking too. HOLY NON-STOP EATING BATMAN!
Not only that, but when I arrived home Evan fed me his mom's famous Christmas cookies and a sangwich that was deli worthy (something that had steak and cheese and deliciousness, with an appetizer, side, entree, and desert of beer).
I could have had more Italian cooking when I was offered tiramisu, but I declined as I had seriously eaten less than an hour ago.
Happenings: Evan, Rob and I are set to make a trip to Nubs Nob and have a board/drink fest of 2010. Should be an awesome time.
Ringing in the New Year: Eventful, to say the least. I might not have had champagne readily available, but we had the champagne of beers (Miller High Life). Plus Rob and I have more hilarity to add to our story collection.
All in all, thank god for Italian women.
Not only that, but when I arrived home Evan fed me his mom's famous Christmas cookies and a sangwich that was deli worthy (something that had steak and cheese and deliciousness, with an appetizer, side, entree, and desert of beer).
I could have had more Italian cooking when I was offered tiramisu, but I declined as I had seriously eaten less than an hour ago.
Happenings: Evan, Rob and I are set to make a trip to Nubs Nob and have a board/drink fest of 2010. Should be an awesome time.
Ringing in the New Year: Eventful, to say the least. I might not have had champagne readily available, but we had the champagne of beers (Miller High Life). Plus Rob and I have more hilarity to add to our story collection.
All in all, thank god for Italian women.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
RJ-45
I know I may have "borrowed" an idea from my milk toof. I love the thought of my job allowing me to create something geeky and fun. Try this:
RJ-45 is helping set up the servers.
The phones are up. RJ-45 needs to make a call.
This programming stuff is hard.
RJ-45 can plug the fiber in and get a green light.
RJ-45 needs to clean off the dirty gear.
RJ-45 found a huge casing and fell in. Oh dear.
RJ-45 is helping set up the servers.
This programming stuff is hard.
RJ-45 can plug the fiber in and get a green light.
RJ-45 needs to clean off the dirty gear.
RJ-45 found a huge casing and fell in. Oh dear.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Just the One
Rift
Jesse, honey. The world is splitting in two.Apocalypse is impending, doom is here.
The rift is immense and you're holding true.
Meteors and nuclear smoke in the atmosphere.
Can you see the difference in this choice?
Tidal waves, Sears Tower high, are crashing.
Chaos has us all running and I want to hear your voice.
Can't call you, EMP sent planes smashing.
Dodge the old man's ford on fire.
Spin free and houdini from the anchor.
I couldn't be in the places that you require.
I lost long before in a parallel to euchre.
You're on the other side of this rift that's splitting.
I'm crying out for a change in this fucking world.
The realization dawns: I have no influence to our parting.
I guess at the end everything is unfurled.
-Jimmy
11/23/2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Fuck it, let's get drunk and go snowboarding.
My Fucked Up World of Existence
Pron: I like to call it pr0n, but that would be the l33t in me coming out. Where the fuck did mouth fucking start becoming popular? I never really like watching blowjob porn. But it was always out there. But now?? Now there is this concept where shoving your cock as far into a girl's throat is awesome. 1. Gagging sound plus squelch from saliva? Not hot. 2. Rape of the mouth is not cool by me. I think I'll stick with my primary of only women in porn and stay away from the things with guys in them.
Blowjobs: While I'm on the topic, I'm sure there is plenty of girls out there who pride themselves on sucking a mean dick. Some fatty who tries to stuff it down like her afternoon snack. Again, not so much. I'll take a little foreplay in the nether-regions. It feels good. I would definitely prefer a real blowie to a deepthroat. Yet I am stuck at the fact that I would rather wait until I could have sex.
Cracked: I've been reading this site lately and it is pretty funny. Very comparable to The Onion, or something to that nature. Where ever cracked came up with this article is beyond me. If anyone has ever read such things in a cosmo mag and thought it was a good idea to be rough on a guy in such manners has the wrong idea. I agree with cracked and while I can take a little firmness, rough is never what I want when testes are on the line.
One of my top rated albums: Jimmy Eat World - Bleed American.
Song of the Moment: What Sarah Said - Death Cab for Cutie.
Speaking of Music: I downloaded the latest Weezer album, Ratitude. I think I'll stick with Maladroit as my all-time favorite of theirs. Yes there are songs on each album I like, but Maladroit is in my opinion Weezer's best.
Something I have never been able to do: Become friends with an ex. I have had conversations with exes here and there, very infrequent, and it's just the catching up deal. I feel like I have barely changed since grade school so I feel like I don't outgrow people. When it comes down to it there are things that have an end. There is a reason for the end. There was a reason I was never friends with a girl before. I don't get it. I'm bad at it.
Something Interesting: Sister Christian - Coheed & Cambria.
Something I wrote in Yuma, Az on that op:
There are things I have done that I don't understand. Not necessarily bad things, just actions I don't understand. For example, why when I slept with Meghan that in the morning I would pull her into me. Pull her in to be my little spoon. It was never a conscience decision. Is this an action I have done before? Will I do it again?
More importantly though, why do I fake crying? Perhaps because I believed crying was a weakness. When I grew up and my dad was mad he would yell. Not that he is a terrible person, just his mood or how he was raised makes him act like that. I've seen my siblings cry, I've seen my mom cry, I've cried myself. I grew determined that I would not cry if i could prevent it. But why have I let that apply to situations outside of him? Is it ingrained in me that it is really that bad? Every time I feel that the emotion is there I have to force myself to cry. And that is not real crying. Maybe I am trying to portray a softer side to myself. It is something I don't understand. In fact, it kind of haunts me.
Fuck it, let's get drunk and go snowboarding.
Pron: I like to call it pr0n, but that would be the l33t in me coming out. Where the fuck did mouth fucking start becoming popular? I never really like watching blowjob porn. But it was always out there. But now?? Now there is this concept where shoving your cock as far into a girl's throat is awesome. 1. Gagging sound plus squelch from saliva? Not hot. 2. Rape of the mouth is not cool by me. I think I'll stick with my primary of only women in porn and stay away from the things with guys in them.
Blowjobs: While I'm on the topic, I'm sure there is plenty of girls out there who pride themselves on sucking a mean dick. Some fatty who tries to stuff it down like her afternoon snack. Again, not so much. I'll take a little foreplay in the nether-regions. It feels good. I would definitely prefer a real blowie to a deepthroat. Yet I am stuck at the fact that I would rather wait until I could have sex.
Cracked: I've been reading this site lately and it is pretty funny. Very comparable to The Onion, or something to that nature. Where ever cracked came up with this article is beyond me. If anyone has ever read such things in a cosmo mag and thought it was a good idea to be rough on a guy in such manners has the wrong idea. I agree with cracked and while I can take a little firmness, rough is never what I want when testes are on the line.
One of my top rated albums: Jimmy Eat World - Bleed American.
Song of the Moment: What Sarah Said - Death Cab for Cutie.
Speaking of Music: I downloaded the latest Weezer album, Ratitude. I think I'll stick with Maladroit as my all-time favorite of theirs. Yes there are songs on each album I like, but Maladroit is in my opinion Weezer's best.
Something I have never been able to do: Become friends with an ex. I have had conversations with exes here and there, very infrequent, and it's just the catching up deal. I feel like I have barely changed since grade school so I feel like I don't outgrow people. When it comes down to it there are things that have an end. There is a reason for the end. There was a reason I was never friends with a girl before. I don't get it. I'm bad at it.
Something Interesting: Sister Christian - Coheed & Cambria.
Something I wrote in Yuma, Az on that op:
There are things I have done that I don't understand. Not necessarily bad things, just actions I don't understand. For example, why when I slept with Meghan that in the morning I would pull her into me. Pull her in to be my little spoon. It was never a conscience decision. Is this an action I have done before? Will I do it again?
More importantly though, why do I fake crying? Perhaps because I believed crying was a weakness. When I grew up and my dad was mad he would yell. Not that he is a terrible person, just his mood or how he was raised makes him act like that. I've seen my siblings cry, I've seen my mom cry, I've cried myself. I grew determined that I would not cry if i could prevent it. But why have I let that apply to situations outside of him? Is it ingrained in me that it is really that bad? Every time I feel that the emotion is there I have to force myself to cry. And that is not real crying. Maybe I am trying to portray a softer side to myself. It is something I don't understand. In fact, it kind of haunts me.
Fuck it, let's get drunk and go snowboarding.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Posting to Post
Well I'm pretty frustrated at myself for not being able to do anything artistic lately. It's been pretty lame. Regardless, I'm drunk and have had a good fill of MW2. I have a couple of links I want to post and/or something.
First: Have you ever seen the movie untraceable. It's pretty cool. The more you click on a website the faster a person dies and the whole thing is on the website. Well here is a pyramid website where the clicks reveal pictures of an exgirlfriend that this guy is pissed off at. I think the whole premise on the website is hilarious. http://ihatejade.com/?id=uje9ascv6b8i90zmhlbayi8acljesc
Second: FML has taken off, and TFLN is getting big too. I personally think that FML has caught the attention of teenagers who need people to hear them. TFLN has some hilarious texts and I am always posting those on friend's facebook walls. Even better though is i am neurotic. This site is the epitome of people who are messed up. I can not get enough of the things people make themselves do.
Third: Well there isn't a third. damn.
First: Have you ever seen the movie untraceable. It's pretty cool. The more you click on a website the faster a person dies and the whole thing is on the website. Well here is a pyramid website where the clicks reveal pictures of an exgirlfriend that this guy is pissed off at. I think the whole premise on the website is hilarious. http://ihatejade.com/?id=uje9ascv6b8i90zmhlbayi8acljesc
Second: FML has taken off, and TFLN is getting big too. I personally think that FML has caught the attention of teenagers who need people to hear them. TFLN has some hilarious texts and I am always posting those on friend's facebook walls. Even better though is i am neurotic. This site is the epitome of people who are messed up. I can not get enough of the things people make themselves do.
Third: Well there isn't a third. damn.
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