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Friday, January 05, 2007

Fri, 05 Jan 2007 06:17:20 GMT

ACK! HUGE UPDATE!!!

Just come back in a few days when I get the pictures up!

Just come back...for the...0 readers i have,

but yeah, pics will be up

JUST WAIT and CHECK IN EVERYDAY!

Monday, December 04, 2006

Mon, 04 Dec 2006 02:34:58 GMT

I need to move out.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Wed, 29 Nov 2006 16:53:16 GMT

^{I finally watched Team America today.
I don't know if it's just my new outlook on life,
But the movie has many insightful scenes.
I'm not talking about the social commentary.
I don't really care about that.
But well, hmm....
It's just an excellent observation of life.
Just read and forgive the language."There are 3 kinds of people:
Dicks, pussies and assholes.
Pussies think everyone can get along,
And dicks just wan to fuck all the time without thinking it through,
But then you got your assholes!
And all the assholes want is to shit over everything.
So pussies might get mad at dicks once in a while because pussies get fucked by dicks!
But dicks also fuck assholes!
And if they didnt fuck assholes,
Do you know what you get?
You get your dick and your pussy all covered in shit!"
You can take what you will from it.
And I'm not going to explain what i took away from it.
It's just really talented writing.
Matt and Trey are geniuses.
Registering for classes,
Jamerson}

Monday, November 27, 2006

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 18:18:45 GMT

^{I want to tell her the truth.
I broke the promise because my whole world was shattered.
My main reason for not smoking was her.
Without her, the promise had no validity.
I didn't know it would hurt her the way it did.
But I should have known.
Which goes to show...I didn't deserve her...
But always!
She compared my actions to her dad's.
Are my actions comparable to her dad's?
Is a promise a promise just the same no matter how insignificant?
It is.
And I messed up.
I'm not going to make promises I can't keep.
I don't think I'll make too many promises anymore just incase...I'm sorry.}

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Sun, 22 Oct 2006 20:36:08 GMT

let's see where things lead from here.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Tue, 12 Sep 2006 01:25:27 GMT

^{About to break . . .
I think I might be having an anxiety attack.
As of late, every little annoyance has been increasing my stress exponentially.
I was at the check out counter the other day and some woman was having a dispute with the cashier about a coupon.
I just wanted to grab my bucket of paint and throw it at her head.
I don't know.
There's just so much going on.
Moving,
Starting a new job,
Tutoring,
Waking up at 6 in the morning to take Junior to seminary,
Schooling,
Trying to keep up in school without my textbooks.
I hardly have an hour to just rest any more.
Let alone hang out with my girlfriend.
And sometimes this relationship is just not fulfilling.
I just sit there and feel like theres something missing and that I should just give it up.
What's a guy to do?
I just want to give it all up, drop to the floor, get into fetal position, and nap.
I just need some rest.
I should be studying chemistry right now, but here I am on xanga.}

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 19:09:38 GMT

^{So here I am again at Chaffey.
I started work on Sunday and it was really odd.
Training consisted of learning about 14 different key strokes and being told good luck.
It was intense!
For the first few hours customers came in non-stop.
Before I realized it 2-3 hours passed.
It only seemed like 30 minutes!
Time can be so fleeting.
I felt like a machine!
"Welcome to Hollywood Video, did you find everything alright?"
*insert small talk about guest's rentals*
*type type type*
*feel like a child and ask Jesse for some help*
"Your rental is due back Friday by midnight. Enjoy your movies."
Boy, it was exhausting!!!
Closing was a horror, too!
Spending about an hour and half reshelfing movies.
At least now I know where all the movies are.
No more mistakes, though.
No mistakes for me on Friday!!!Off to Chem,
Jamerson}

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 19:15:52 GMT

^{I know,
It's just junior college,
But it still feels weird.
I'm sitting in my classes a little stunned.
Paralyzed knowing that I'm no longer in high school.
Jealous because I'm at a jc while many of my other friends are living the whole college experience.
Disappointed because I don't get to share that experience.
In due time I know I will,
But I really wanted to do the whole dorm thing.
Go to exciting NCAA football games and what not.
But I persist and will try my hardest.
Ironic?
My fallback has been Chaffey.
Now that I am here, I want to get out as soon as possible.}

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 22:47:40 GMT

Hurry to grow up. That's how a lot of us were when we were younger. A lot of us are still in a hurry to grow up. I know I am. I wanted to get my life together. Get an apartment, job, and the kind. I was at the park a few minutes ago and trying to think. I kept thinking. I need to get my life together, before I can fix this. But all I could question was my priorities. What's more important? I tried to make myself believe I have to get my life together before anything else. But I knew that I didn't give a shit about that. I just wanted her. Still I have problems getting my thoughts together...

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 06:10:09 GMT

^{So,
I had some time to read over my old blogs...
I'm a horrible writer.
Or I was.
Who cares?
I come off as such a whiny self obsesssed little prick.
But what can I do about that but erase all of my old blogs...
But where's the fun in that?
It's like editing the bible to make Jesus seem a certain way...
Oops, sorry I took a page from Dan Brown.
But yeah,
I'm not too sure if I've changed much.
I've certainly written enough blogs about changing, though.
Maybe thats how I assure myself that I have changed.
It's interesting how much the topic of change and growth came up during my read through...
It's actually pretty sad.
It seems I've always been eager to change.
Either for myself or others.
I have no clue...
This blog sucks ass...
My writing is stale
And I couldn't keep an audience entertained for more than 30 seconds.
I should just play some tamborines and ride a unicycle.Let's try this again.
I wish I had more of a poetic soul.
See what I did there?
I cut out all the bullshit, and theres the underlying message.
If only everyone could cut the BS and express what they want to say so damn concisely.}