safe return

its good to be home.

nastalgia

sigh. what a waste of my time. i only get so many days off, why waste them here.

glimpse into the mind,,

(tearing around the House holding a broomstick singing mission impossiblE)

duh duh duh duh duh duh,,,, (shifty eyes),,,, duhduh duh duh duh duhduh (fLiPs,,, actually rolls over coutch alMost taking an eyE out with his "gun") dadadah,,, dadadah,,, duh duh duhduh duh duh duh,,,, Iforget how the rest goes. i stop. put the brooMstick between my legs and ride it around thwe house yelling yippee and Ggeddyup and whOa. that gets old quick. so i see how maNy times i can sNeAk up on the Dog. shes alseep now. so I armycrawl on the shag carpEt or the first 10 feet but as i get closer i begin to run keeping my head low. i put my face right next to her nose and yell. BOOOGGABOOGGA!!!! she yips and runs into some corner shaking. i'll have to remember that one for next time shes alseep. i Bet she starts going bald. hehe. waIt,,, somEthing catches my eye. a squirrel out the window. that squirrels gonna Be just as bald as the dog If i can gEt my hands on it. after smacking my head on the glass thrice, i pull the doors open and chase the squirrel for about 3 seconds. it runs up a tree. cheater. i see a rake. so i patrol the tree for about three hours till me fingers fall off. all the while singing mission impossible.


note- this is the first i can get word out,, head for the rendezvous rendezvus,,, rendezvoue,,,,,,

head for the hills. (shifty eyes)

bada bum bum bumbum bum bum bum bumbumbum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum!

finals day 1

kay, today after finals all the senior guys were supposed to meet for the skit for the talent show. (for you who dont know its been traditional for the seniors to do skits making fun of the opposite gender and we trade off every year ((our turn this time)) ) anywho we were supposed to meet after school to figure everything out, but only 4 guys showed up (three of which were seniors) so our planns pritty much got scapped. made me mad cause it was one tradition in this school that actually was funny. anyway even though i was,,,, dissappointed,,, i still had fun with luke justin and mr johns. we're gonna do something else instead i guess. i woulda figured it'd be our class to ruin the last good tradition.

besides that, the scholastic part of school was suprisingly nice. what a wierd switcharoo.

facing my problems

well if i cant think of anything to write, ill write about just that. why i cant write anything good.

to begin with, as you go through life, your priorities change. that kinda goes without saying. early on in my blog career one of my priorities was to write everyday. back then my mind felt fresh. topic i picked to write were new not only to me, but (it seemed like) they were new to our little blog comunity too. i like to think our little community was helped in my constant posting. several people have gotten new blogs or brought thier old ones out of mothballs. i guess if my blog did some of that, the my blog has accomplished its purpose. and to all those people who were blog pioneers before me, good job. keep it up. early on it bothered me that someone could only post once a week, but now i maybe see why you do it. kinda rations things out a bit. maybe it just allows you to aquire topics to write on. but for me, its seems degrading to go from posting everyday, sometimes more, to posting once a week. it seems like my glory days are over. (in my mind)

i have an excuse though. i guess it was directly a result of my stupididty and how late it was, but i blame it all on the fact that i deleted my blog. now, my motivation is gone. my legacy died. theres no proof to even suggest that i blogged. besides my comments on other peoples blogs, i didnt exisist till nov 23.

you say "jared thats a poor excuse to quit."

yes, yes it is. so i wont quit, ill just not try so hard. i need to get a life i guess.

"yes jared you do"

I know! what did i just say? hate it when people agree with me like that. anyway, i tried this once before, we ended up arguing about oprah or micheal jackson or something wierd, but im gonna ask for topics to write on.

what topics should i write on?

there i asked it.

my blog has stooped to new lows. clishe titles, posting lyrics, random thoughts,,, my blog just isnt new or fun anymore. nothing unique about it.

well i guess thats about it. thanks for listening if you read all this. (another clishe thing to type) anywho, im gonna go look for a life now. wish me luck.

a song on my blog.

a song on my blog
shame on me
oh well


"blow em away"
-david wilcox

Every morning,
I commute.
Mild-mannered man.
In a business suit.
When I wanna come home
at the end of my day
There's all these other cars stacked up in my way.
I pull up behind one
Pull out my pistol
Blow 'em away

When I'm driving my car
I wanna go fast
But there's this slow car,
won't let me pass
I flash my lights.
I honk my horn.
Well.... I have to consider him warned.
I pull up behind him
Pull out my pistol
Blow 'em away

Jesse James behind the wheel
It's high noon in my automobile
You call me crazy,
You call me sick
Yeah, I got to get to where I'm going to quick

Son of a gun,
he cut me off.
Three whole lanes
he pulled across
Made me mad.
Made me swerve.
Son of a gun got what he deserved.
I pulled up behind him
Pulled out my pistol
Blew 'em away.

Oh, look at that motorcycle,
he's ridin' between.
He's splittin' lanes,
if you know what I mean
This cuttin' in line
that's an act of war
I saw him comin'.
I opened my door.
Knocked him over
Pulled out my pistol
Blew 'em away

Jesse James
behind the wheel
It's high noon in my automobile
You call me crazy,
You call me sick
Yeah, I got to get to where I'm going to quick

Little ol' lady,
bless her heart.
She's walkin' her poodle
'cross the boulevard.
It was wearin' a red knit sweater,
little knitted hat
Probably named "Fifi" or somethin' stupid like that!
I say, "Here Fifi"
Pulled out my pistol
and Blew it away.


If any man says he hates war more than I do, he better have a knife, that's all I have to say.
-jack handy

dreams

ugg.

go to someone elses blog

youre wasting your time here.

any situations in my life that are interesting arent for the general public. so i cant think of anything else going on that its.

ill probly get a decent post sooner or later,, but for now,, i have no idea what to say.

musings

i fell asleep in my contacts last night.

i figured out what i want to do in the marines. combat engineer.

the show "house" is quickly getting repettitive. but its still amusing i guess.

i listened to some of my old favorite songs. i have good taste in music.

i dont have any finals on friday.

i dont have much to post about.

if you want a good read go to rebecca's blog. made me chuckle.



Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead. No, wait, not me, you.
- jack handy

alive

i made it home.

i think i like driving in snow,,,



I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to see more and more planets fall under the ruthless domination of our solar system. - jack handy

uh,,,,,

well this post i have no idea what im gonna talk about. i dont want to talk about the snow day cuz, well,, how clishe is that!

i guess first id like to point out a new link i put up today. rebecca has had a blog, she just kept it pritty much secret till now. (she said it was okay to put up the link btw) i think its a pritty good site. shes a good writer she just has to update it. anyway i helped her put up the links on her blog too.

secondly, im listening to fat bottemed girls by queen.

thirdly, i guess its really bad when i dont have anything to say but still have the desire to post.



A man doesn't automatically get my respect. He has to get down in the dirt and beg for it. - jack handy

two ears, one mouth

bad days. they seem to be going around a bit lately. and a couple days ago my mom asked me how my day went. and i (pleasently yet truthfully) said to her "it sucked how was your day?" (keep in mind i wasnt really complaining to her i was trying to be funny or somehow lighten my day up just a little) and naturally, as mother will tend to do, she replyed "what made it so bad?" and my first thought was that i didnt want to talk about it. so i told my mom that i didnt want to talk about it. (again i wasnt really in a bad mood, it just sounds like it when it's written down ((cant hear expression)) ) for some reason i think its bad for me to talk about bad days. it seems i either start to complain or i just get in a worse mood. i think once i come home i like to start over, i dont want to relive everything i just went through. but thats my view. i know for alot of people thats not the case. but fortunatly for them, i dont mind listening to thier bad days at all. its not that i enjoy listening to thier misfortune, i just like listening to people. anyway i think its mostly girls that talk about bad days. anyway, i dont know where im going with this post. so in summary, i dont like talking about my bad days, but if you need to talk to someone about your bad day, i'm your guy.



joe this quotes for you and your mayonnaise

When this girl at the art museum asked me whom I liked better, Monet or Manet, I said, "I like mayonnaise." She just stared at me, so I said it again, louder. Then she left. I guess she went to try to find some mayonnaise for me. - jack handy

reconcideration

you know, yesterday i got to thinking alot about chirstmas. my sister just put up our tree and put the ligts on and everything and our home is starting to get a few decorations now. last night i was outside walking doing the route, and in the dark the winter seemed so peacefull. the cold was "nipping" at my face but other than that, as long as you dress warm its not bad at all. in fact it was kinda relaxing in a way. im getting more exited about christmas itself too. going to my grandpartents in MN will feel like coming home over break. so overal i guess i kinda am looking forward to the season.... and the word gullible is written on the ceiling. HAHA! i hate the cold.



As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way. -jack handy

non conformists

why are non conformists all alike? more and more im realising that. and it bothers me to no end how people dye thier hair or get a tatoo or wear black to express thier individuality. just like they see everyone else doing. the fct is that youre just dressing up like the people who look the coolest. it doesnt show that youre out of the box, it tells me that youre shallow enough to actually spend money to look just like your friends and practically every other freakin teenager in america. being different from your parents doesnt make you individualistic. being a true non conformist means that you dont dress up like other people.

"you know how many people ive seen with long shaggy hair black clothes and a tatoo of a chineese symbol? if you really want to look cool, put on a sweater" - dr. house (house)

these are some popular bands. probly have alot to do with it all. notice anything simmilar?

























If you're a cowboy and you're dragging a guy behind your horse, I bet it would really make you mad if you looked back and the guy was reading a magazine.
-jack handy

senior year #1

well, im a senior as many of you are aware. (yes im gonna post something quizi serious today) no i am not loving every minute of it but its bearable i guess. ive strenghtened alot of friendships so far this year. but ive lost respect for alot of people too. luckily they havent really been any of my close friends, but it still kinda sucks. i donno what else to write. i guess people will disappoint you.


I think the things you remember most are the little things, like that little space guy I kept tied up down in the basement. That little guy was only five inches tall! He used to beg me to untie his rope, but I knew he'd just run away if I did. I think the cat finally got him. but the cat had little burn marks on him, from where the space guy shot him with his little gun, before his ammo ran out. I remember things like that.
-jack handy