Hey Matt, I know you read these, but what I don't know is if you remember the events of last night. Yesterday I realized that there would be no sleep for me that night. Math test, psychology test, and political science project were on my schedule for today. Last night, as a last second attempt to cram as much knowledge in my head as possible, I recruited a few friends to come over and study together. They showed up around 11pm, and I really have no idea what time you came waltzing in. There was no forewarning, no knock, and before I had even spit out the words to tell you that Jackie wasn't home, you were cozied up on the couch making small talk. The study group was a bust, but dear god, you were entertaining.
You spent a good hour trying to convince me that I really, REALLY, need to give another one of your friends a chance. You danced a little. You talked a lot of shit. You obnoxiously bragged about various sexual conquests. You drank the rest of our beer. You were actually upset that my cat wasn't home to play with. You laughed hysterically (by yourself) while recalling pieces of my blog. You farted on me, and said I should title my next blog as "The Stench of Today", just so I could tell the story of you farting.
I gotta be honest with ya, if you ever stopped showing up at my house at all hours of the night to share your drunken prophecies, or stopped using the scaffolding as your personal route from your patio to my patio, I probably wouldn't like you all that much.
Cheers.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
The Good Times in Leavenworth
The hat shop, the river, the taffy shop, camping, shopping, the pizza place... too many memories to list. Here are some of my favorite pics from the trip. Enjoy.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
someone get me a drink.
I'm glad to be home. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the time with my friends, but now I'm sun burnt, dehydrated, tired, and kind of disappointed. Everything was fantastic until Saturday evening when it all just fell apart. I fell apart. I hate to admit this, but past relationships have left me very paranoid that every guy I date is doing stuff behind my back. I am finding out that if I get that feeling, it's usually because it's true. Always go with your gut instinct, right? Well, I snooped, and found out a lot more than I cared to find out. The shock of it all left me dumb struck and kind of put me into autopilot for the rest of the trip.
Every day that goes by, I realize more and more how much there is that I don't understand. I don't understand why people cheat. I don't understand how someone can consistently lie to someone's face. I don't understand how you can tell me that you're hurt too. You're not hurt, and you only feel bad because you got caught. You feel guilty, that's what that annoying little feeling is.
I hate to admit it, but this world is making me bitter. I'm mad. Not mad at you though, mad at myself. Coming into this situation with you was really setting myself up to be hurt. People warned me but you pursued so hard that I had to give it a shot. But, now that you had your experimental phase, you can go back to her and we'll both be a bit wiser.
All this reminds me of a time back in high school I asked my history teacher why we have to learn about stuff that happened a long time ago, and he said "We learn history so we don't make the same mistakes again."
You obviously didn't learn anything from the last 3 times you left her, but I still wish you luck because you're entitled to happiness even if it isn't with me.
Every day that goes by, I realize more and more how much there is that I don't understand. I don't understand why people cheat. I don't understand how someone can consistently lie to someone's face. I don't understand how you can tell me that you're hurt too. You're not hurt, and you only feel bad because you got caught. You feel guilty, that's what that annoying little feeling is.
I hate to admit it, but this world is making me bitter. I'm mad. Not mad at you though, mad at myself. Coming into this situation with you was really setting myself up to be hurt. People warned me but you pursued so hard that I had to give it a shot. But, now that you had your experimental phase, you can go back to her and we'll both be a bit wiser.
All this reminds me of a time back in high school I asked my history teacher why we have to learn about stuff that happened a long time ago, and he said "We learn history so we don't make the same mistakes again."
You obviously didn't learn anything from the last 3 times you left her, but I still wish you luck because you're entitled to happiness even if it isn't with me.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
24 Hour Fitness ruined my day
Well, Everett 24-Hour Fitness, you've left me no choice. I will be in there on Monday to raise hell with one of your managers. I was in there last month to cancel my account, and when asked why, I told the girl at the counter that I'm a student and just can't afford $50 a month anymore. She told me that I wouldn't be charged anymore and that was that.
Today I was looking over my online banking, and low and behold, there's a $50 withdrawal from 24-Hour Fitness for July's dues. I called in and was told that if I don't cancel at least 30 days before a bill date, I will be charged for that billing cycle. Doesn't that seem kind of odd? Is it even possible to cancel 30 days before a billing cycle since the billing is done every 30 days? People don't just go in and say "Hey I'd like to cancel my account, and yea it's July 19th now, so let's see, the bill comes out every 16th, so alright looks like you're gonna end up charging me for August dues also, so technically my account is still valid until September 16th. Perfect."
I was not warned about this. I did not budget for this. There goes my gas money for a week and a half, but I guarantee you will feel my wrath on Monday.
Today I was looking over my online banking, and low and behold, there's a $50 withdrawal from 24-Hour Fitness for July's dues. I called in and was told that if I don't cancel at least 30 days before a bill date, I will be charged for that billing cycle. Doesn't that seem kind of odd? Is it even possible to cancel 30 days before a billing cycle since the billing is done every 30 days? People don't just go in and say "Hey I'd like to cancel my account, and yea it's July 19th now, so let's see, the bill comes out every 16th, so alright looks like you're gonna end up charging me for August dues also, so technically my account is still valid until September 16th. Perfect."
I was not warned about this. I did not budget for this. There goes my gas money for a week and a half, but I guarantee you will feel my wrath on Monday.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Two In A Million
Today I heard about a mixed race couple that gave birth yesterday to a pair of twins; one with black skin, one with white. I think that is absolutely beautiful. Oh what a fabulous melting pot we live in.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
An Open Letter To Myself
Dear Jacee,
There are some things you've really been needing to hear, and since nobody else knows quite what to say, looks like this is the only way to do it.
There are things you need to let go of. Just a few days ago, you were afraid when your phone rang at midnight to inform you that Chris was released, but then WHY are you now wishing you could talk to him? The phone calls from blocked numbers have already started, and we both know it's him, and I also know you think about answering it just to hear his voice. Well what the hell do you think he would say? That he was sorry?? Grow up, Jacee. This is not the time to play the "what if...?" game.
I know it's hard, and I can't tell you when it'll ever get easier. But trust me on this one - it's better this way. Let the ashes fall as they did and don't stir it back up.
And take responsibility, Jacee! When I say responsibility, I don't mean accountability, nor blame or guilt. I mean taking the issues that have been given you and methodically and wisely deal with them. From this day forward, if you do not accept this responsibility, you then become accountable and will be the blame for all that has happened. And only then will you have the right to feel guilty, because you will be.
There is one more thing I want to say. I've never told you this before, because I thought you knew. That is my mistake and am changing it right now. And please think of this often: Nobody can do for you what I can; nobody can help you like I can; nobody can love you like I can. I am your best friend. And there is nobody else that I can say that to.
Love, me.
There are some things you've really been needing to hear, and since nobody else knows quite what to say, looks like this is the only way to do it.
There are things you need to let go of. Just a few days ago, you were afraid when your phone rang at midnight to inform you that Chris was released, but then WHY are you now wishing you could talk to him? The phone calls from blocked numbers have already started, and we both know it's him, and I also know you think about answering it just to hear his voice. Well what the hell do you think he would say? That he was sorry?? Grow up, Jacee. This is not the time to play the "what if...?" game.
I know it's hard, and I can't tell you when it'll ever get easier. But trust me on this one - it's better this way. Let the ashes fall as they did and don't stir it back up.
And take responsibility, Jacee! When I say responsibility, I don't mean accountability, nor blame or guilt. I mean taking the issues that have been given you and methodically and wisely deal with them. From this day forward, if you do not accept this responsibility, you then become accountable and will be the blame for all that has happened. And only then will you have the right to feel guilty, because you will be.
There is one more thing I want to say. I've never told you this before, because I thought you knew. That is my mistake and am changing it right now. And please think of this often: Nobody can do for you what I can; nobody can help you like I can; nobody can love you like I can. I am your best friend. And there is nobody else that I can say that to.
Love, me.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Spoke too soon
Well kids, lock your windows and doors, keep the torches lit: Chris was released in the wee hours of this morning. I guess his new charges were dropped. At midnight and at 2:00AM this morning I received calls from V.I.N.E (Victim Information & Notification Everyday) to let me know that he was now out and free to terrorize the public. God help us all.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Generation Y
One thing I've always had an interest in the cultural impact of generations, and more importantly, the way each group is analyzed, and it's decided what characteristics and trends apply to each group. After reading up today, I'm highly disappointed in the reviews of "Generation Y", my generation.
By definition, anyone born between 1978 and 1990 are part of this group, and besides being narcissistic, and we have nothing to contribute to society because of our poor taste in music and movies. Bands that emerged during our time will be washed out and forgotten, and not only are we susceptible to media advertising, we actually enjoy scripted reality tv and lame parody movies. Oh, it gets better- another strike against us is that a whopping %65 of us will boomerang back home after graduating college, and not only that, but once we get there, 42 percent of us aren't leaving for at least a year. That's right parents, I'm holding down the nest for a longggg time.
Come on folks, you can't blame us. While I at least hope that all these traits don't apply to me (there's that narcissim for ya), I think we're a pretty good group. I read about some "new-age" parenting phase that happened while my group was growing up that essentially made us all pansies. Our nickname "Entitlement" comes from the fact that our parents praised too much for daily tasks that shouldn't have been praiseworthy. Now we're all narcissistic, self-loving, and think everything we do is just fantastic because we've learned that we can be praised for unworthy accomplishments.
BUT, we're also more independent than previous generations because of the ever rising rate of divorce and single parenting. We're also more diverse and were raised in more of a melting pot; hopefully that makes us more accepting..?
In conclusion, I think this is crap. To make sweeping statements of an entire generation (or any group for that matter) isn't only unfair to those in the group, but it's also dangerous to fools who blindly believe them. Maybe some of the "negative" behaviors my generation exhibit are actually intuitive responses to a changing economy. And if you want to keep up, you better change, too.
By definition, anyone born between 1978 and 1990 are part of this group, and besides being narcissistic, and we have nothing to contribute to society because of our poor taste in music and movies. Bands that emerged during our time will be washed out and forgotten, and not only are we susceptible to media advertising, we actually enjoy scripted reality tv and lame parody movies. Oh, it gets better- another strike against us is that a whopping %65 of us will boomerang back home after graduating college, and not only that, but once we get there, 42 percent of us aren't leaving for at least a year. That's right parents, I'm holding down the nest for a longggg time.
Come on folks, you can't blame us. While I at least hope that all these traits don't apply to me (there's that narcissim for ya), I think we're a pretty good group. I read about some "new-age" parenting phase that happened while my group was growing up that essentially made us all pansies. Our nickname "Entitlement" comes from the fact that our parents praised too much for daily tasks that shouldn't have been praiseworthy. Now we're all narcissistic, self-loving, and think everything we do is just fantastic because we've learned that we can be praised for unworthy accomplishments.
BUT, we're also more independent than previous generations because of the ever rising rate of divorce and single parenting. We're also more diverse and were raised in more of a melting pot; hopefully that makes us more accepting..?
In conclusion, I think this is crap. To make sweeping statements of an entire generation (or any group for that matter) isn't only unfair to those in the group, but it's also dangerous to fools who blindly believe them. Maybe some of the "negative" behaviors my generation exhibit are actually intuitive responses to a changing economy. And if you want to keep up, you better change, too.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Watchin' them Foos Fight
Last night the Foo Fighters came to the Key Arena in Seattle. Maybe it's because I'm not a huge fan of the band, or that the ability to enjoy myself was dismissed by the thought of my law book waiting to read, or maybe that the Key Arena just sucks for acoustics, but it ended up not being my cup of tea. They put on a good show for die hard fans, but to anyone who's ears are accustomed to a reasonable decibel level of music, this comparably was loud, brain-rattling garbage.. I think I'll stick to watching comedians at the Key Arena from here on out. My ears still feel like they are full of water and the headache hasn't ceased. And that, is where I will end my rant for the day.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Hey, you're not fooling anyone.
Ah yes, milk. A good source of calcium, a good source of certain vitamins, and it’s even a good source of protein. But apparently, that’s not all. Milk also happens to be THE miracle weight loss drink.
Apparently...
I should rewind and explain why this is my topic for today's rant before expanding. I am considering some sort of short-term detox diet just to unwind from all the Red Bull and Cheetos I've been surviving on recently. I am amazed at how many bogus diets there are floating around the internet. Try looking up the "candy bar diet", or the "ice cream diet". Yes, they are indeed out there.
Anyways, back in the day when I had TV, I remember seeing a commercial advertising milk as a weight loss secret, and more specifically, the web site 2424milk.com. Maybe you’ve seen it? The “2424″ stands for “24 ounces of low fat or fat free milk every 24 hours.” Every commercial states pretty much the same thing their web site states. And, that is that drinking milk, as part of a reduced calorie diet, will make you lose weight.
Hold on. Let me repeat that.
If you reduce the number of calories in your diet… and THEN drink 24 ounces of low fat/fat free milk per day… it will lead to weight loss.
I don’t know who is behind this whole ad campaign, but I’d put my money on it being the same geniuses who brought us the Special K Diet. Their whole thing was that eating Special K cereal, as part of a reduced calorie diet, helps your weight loss.
Well, guess what? Eating a McDonald’s cheeseburger, as part of a reduced calorie diet, will make you lose weight.
Banging your head against a wall, as part of a reduced calorie diet, will make you lose weight.
It’s not the milk, it’s not the Special K, it’s not the cheeseburger, and it’s not the head banging… it’s the “reduced calorie diet” part. That’s it. Consume less calories than your body needs and you lose weight.
Every food and drink on the planet could make the exact same claim that milk is making here. Really, McDonald’s would be just plain crazy not to register 2424cheeseburger.com.
Oh my God, do you know what I just realized? What if you eat your Special K cereal… IN A BOWL OF MILK? Holy crap, you may drop 50lbs instantaneously! There should really be some kind of warning about combining these products. “May cause extreme amounts of weight loss… as part of a reduced calorie diet.”
Apparently...
I should rewind and explain why this is my topic for today's rant before expanding. I am considering some sort of short-term detox diet just to unwind from all the Red Bull and Cheetos I've been surviving on recently. I am amazed at how many bogus diets there are floating around the internet. Try looking up the "candy bar diet", or the "ice cream diet". Yes, they are indeed out there.
Anyways, back in the day when I had TV, I remember seeing a commercial advertising milk as a weight loss secret, and more specifically, the web site 2424milk.com. Maybe you’ve seen it? The “2424″ stands for “24 ounces of low fat or fat free milk every 24 hours.” Every commercial states pretty much the same thing their web site states. And, that is that drinking milk, as part of a reduced calorie diet, will make you lose weight.
Hold on. Let me repeat that.
If you reduce the number of calories in your diet… and THEN drink 24 ounces of low fat/fat free milk per day… it will lead to weight loss.
I don’t know who is behind this whole ad campaign, but I’d put my money on it being the same geniuses who brought us the Special K Diet. Their whole thing was that eating Special K cereal, as part of a reduced calorie diet, helps your weight loss.
Well, guess what? Eating a McDonald’s cheeseburger, as part of a reduced calorie diet, will make you lose weight.
Banging your head against a wall, as part of a reduced calorie diet, will make you lose weight.
It’s not the milk, it’s not the Special K, it’s not the cheeseburger, and it’s not the head banging… it’s the “reduced calorie diet” part. That’s it. Consume less calories than your body needs and you lose weight.
Every food and drink on the planet could make the exact same claim that milk is making here. Really, McDonald’s would be just plain crazy not to register 2424cheeseburger.com.
Oh my God, do you know what I just realized? What if you eat your Special K cereal… IN A BOWL OF MILK? Holy crap, you may drop 50lbs instantaneously! There should really be some kind of warning about combining these products. “May cause extreme amounts of weight loss… as part of a reduced calorie diet.”
Monday, July 7, 2008
this is CRAP
OMYFRIGGINGOSH. I hate living here. This is crap. I came home from school this morning around 9:30am, did homework for a few hours, took a shower, got dressed all cute (even though it was just to go to work), and when I open my front door to head off to work, what am I greeted by? A huge freaking sheet of plastic. Yup, plastic... stapled around my door frame because they must be doing painting in the hallway. So what do I do? Bust my way through the plastic and take the walk of shame to my car while dozens of workers stare at their beautifully destroyed work? Ugh. Nope. I surrender. I call dad, tell him I'm trapped inside... I'll be late, maybe not even come in at all today because they might not take it down until they leave. If that happens, I'll have to switch today for my usual day off which is Thursday. THIS SUCKS because I JUST FINISHED organizing a study group for Thursday in the school library, starting at 11:00am with people from my law class. Sorry guys... looks like I'll be ditching the study group I put together because now I'll have to work at 1 on Thursday.
THANK YOU SO MUCH, construction workers for screwing up my WEEK because you have an obsession with plastic.
I do not appreciate this day off.
THANK YOU SO MUCH, construction workers for screwing up my WEEK because you have an obsession with plastic.
I do not appreciate this day off.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
livin' the dream
Well it's back to the daily grind of school and oh man, I'm keepin' pretty busy. The roster this quarter is Math, Political Science 200: Intro to Law & Legal System, and Psychology 206. It's possible that I've dranken my weight in caffeine beverages today but hey, I'm being extremely productive so don't judge me! I think I twitched the whole way through math class.
So I was on the way to school this morning and I listened to two songs on the radio back to back, and couldn't figure out if it was a legitimate song, or some paid advertisement by the state police. I still don't know, but it sure was hokey... singing about losers driving while talking on their cell phone, and old drivers who shouldn't be driving because they didn't pass their eye exam. Anybody else hear these lately? If that's a real artist, well, somebody lied to them.
All in all, my spirits are pretty high these days. I love being back in school despite my returned lack of social life. It feels good to be moving forward, even though I'm currently living in the "broke-college-student-dream" as I like to call it: the milk in the fridge expired June 22nd, my gas tank is always dangerously low, and I've been shaking the same shampoo bottle for two weeks past empty- but I'm happy.
Ever since the blurb of Kip I've been reluctant to write about anything going on in my personal life. Mainly because I felt like such an idiot after all that, but man, some of you guys sure are good at sweet talking. It's unneccessary at this point to divulge any real details, but there is a man... and that's all you need to know :) . I'll wait on it for another month or so just to make sure this isn't another Kip. Stay tuned and you'll find out one of these days.
Cheers.
So I was on the way to school this morning and I listened to two songs on the radio back to back, and couldn't figure out if it was a legitimate song, or some paid advertisement by the state police. I still don't know, but it sure was hokey... singing about losers driving while talking on their cell phone, and old drivers who shouldn't be driving because they didn't pass their eye exam. Anybody else hear these lately? If that's a real artist, well, somebody lied to them.
All in all, my spirits are pretty high these days. I love being back in school despite my returned lack of social life. It feels good to be moving forward, even though I'm currently living in the "broke-college-student-dream" as I like to call it: the milk in the fridge expired June 22nd, my gas tank is always dangerously low, and I've been shaking the same shampoo bottle for two weeks past empty- but I'm happy.
Ever since the blurb of Kip I've been reluctant to write about anything going on in my personal life. Mainly because I felt like such an idiot after all that, but man, some of you guys sure are good at sweet talking. It's unneccessary at this point to divulge any real details, but there is a man... and that's all you need to know :) . I'll wait on it for another month or so just to make sure this isn't another Kip. Stay tuned and you'll find out one of these days.
Cheers.
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