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Mar. 29th, 2008 @ 05:05 pm Writer's Block: Sharing is Caring

What do you most hate sharing with other people?


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Information to make a bomb, personal info that I really don't want public, and the fact that there's one thing left of any type of food.
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Sep. 23rd, 2007 @ 12:18 pm Call the job department thingy
Current Location: cloud eight- looking to 9
Current Mood: accomplished
Yes, it's that time when I can say things are starting to look up for me.  I will have two different groups looking for jobs for me tomorrow.  I have been indocrinated into the census bureau yet again.  I have patched things up, sorta, at home.  I have a clearer outlook on what I want to do with my future career.  And the dogs are flealess.  Can't ask for more.

Yet, at the same time, I must also call the unemployment office on Monday.  Why?  Cuz, like, I am still that status to a tee.  The census people aren't going to be calling for a month, and even then, they may not have work in my area.  Back-up plans are good, however.   But a back-up to a back-up = one better.  And at least then I should be gettin paid in the interium.   
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Aug. 25th, 2007 @ 03:55 pm Update
Current Mood: optimistic

Alright, I know I haven't posted at all lately.  That's about to change.  

As soon as I have more time.  Heh. 

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Dec. 2nd, 2005 @ 03:30 pm Starting down the road...
Current Mood: numb
Current Music: Star wars throne room music
I have a part-time job.

Let me write that again. I have a part-time job. Though I know I need to graduate further, I think it is a good step forward.

And I am this much away from finding out about a fulltime one.

All I can do at this point is sigh heavily.
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Nov. 6th, 2005 @ 11:44 am Another stupid update
Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: 'To all the girls...', God, I hate country music
Yes, it's another stupid update.

Hm...I don't know why I am doing this (yes I do), but what the heck, thios IS the 'net.

In light of my new idea, to all the girls I wanted to know before - Anna-Marie, Sarah, Tabatha, Jennifer, Xiomara, Ester, Kayce, and Arianna. You know who you are, if you're reading this. And somehow I 100% doubt that. But it is out there, and outta my mind.
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Nov. 4th, 2005 @ 11:43 pm Something interesting
Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: Batman Begins theme
That's always the problem isn't it?

The hell with it. We are all weird but need to find some one thing to connect to another.

I have girl problems, to the unintiated.

You see, I can talk to them. Have for a while now. It's asking those questions, saying those things...without sounding like a complete idiot. Some girls may giggle at that, some may even find it endearing. But it's all heterosexual guys greatest nightmare-admitting vulnerability. It's everywhere. But I fear it is culture based.

Which brings me to my REAL point. I was thinking about DOING something about that. You see, here on this solitary island, there are few, if any where guys and girls can get together. I have an idea.

I will not say it here. (I am not stupid. This IS the 'net.) But at least I will try to do something about it.
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Nov. 2nd, 2005 @ 02:01 am Another entry
Current Mood: relaxed
Hey, ok, it's not a cool or interesting subject title, but it's damn original.
And, I always try to be original.

In two weeks, I hope to start to gain my independence. And maybe if I play my cards right, a new ladyfriend. I say ladyfriend, because thats what she'll be when I say "Hi...", up until the time when I meet her on the date that night. Heh heh. I know I'll never be able to James Bond my way like that. I wish. Why? Because I am one of those few guys that wear their heart on their sleave. I can use my mind when I want, but when I see a girl I like, it's that much harder to speak to her when I have my mind on red alert.
But with this girl at the job place, I've already broke the ice with her. She knows my name, address, mental history and worse. And she still seemed genuinely interested when she said, "It was nice to meet you." Not a very formal goodbye considering her superior was right there. Given her job, a "Good luck" or something less personal should've been said. And the way she meant it, and the look in her eyes...I think anyone would understand.
Best of all, I was able to be myself and throw in a couple of jokes that she laughed at.

I've also forgotten the real reason that I wanted to write. Ah, the power of women.
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Nov. 1st, 2005 @ 01:34 am Yo
What happens when you are surrounded by normalcy so much that when someone who recognizes you have a talent for something you freeze up?

One example- in college, no less. Creative writing class, 1995 or so. We had to write some questions to each other during class to discuss a book we already finished. No one wrote anything. Then, after going along with the mutiny I stumbled across a blonde woman who told me that "you're a funny guy."
Now, two things here. One, she's blonde and she is able to understand my humor. Two, she read my 4 sentence paragraph. (Making questions ain't hard people, come on.)

After hearing this from said blonde, I began to question the world around me. Could blondes understand me? What parallel universe had I stumbled into? I couldn't regain my composure, and ended up spiriling back to my original seat, there, to try to theorize how to answer these conundrums.

So, there you have one example.
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Oct. 29th, 2005 @ 01:31 pm Updated finally
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: A New stage of History is formed
I have finally updated my interests and links and whatever else needed to be updated. A George Carlin moment- "Don't humans get upgraded when we lear new stuff? Trouble is, some people only have dial-up in their brains." It's a pretty good list, but I must've left out a few things. I'll have to work that out later.
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Oct. 28th, 2005 @ 02:38 am Okay now that THAT's done...
Current Mood: groggy
Current Music: ZZZZZZzzzzz
Wasn't sure how all that link stuff would fit, but thats not an issue anymore.

Okay, Jess, Sis, or anyone else who may be blind enough (hah hah) to stumble upon this sad little hole in the Net, how do I meet other Journal entryers? And please, you can add a comment at the end of this entry. Go on, I won't bite. (Hm, but that still don't explain Jessie...)

Search button? How obvious. Um, is it late in here, or is it just me?

I'll have to search another time, however. Robitussin startin' ta kic in....

ZZZZzz.


*Cough*


zzzZzzzzzzzzZZzZZZz.
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Oct. 28th, 2005 @ 02:32 am I have no idea if this link will work
Current Mood: dorky
Current Music: only the soft sounds of the comp. humming
Click here.
Take the quiz.
Post your results.
See DarthNameless's results. )
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Sep. 17th, 2005 @ 12:33 pm Short Entry
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: "It's the end of the world as we know it" by REM
Just an idea.

If every person in America gave a penny a month to offset the national and/or state deficit, would they do it?

Would anyone care? Maybe a BETTER question would be-

Since we ALL must live with this problem, Why can't we spend the barest amount to try to allivate a national and WORLDWIDE problem. We can spend hundreds for the people in New Orleans...but what about ourselves? Why can't we try to change things for the better while we can?

We all have one life, people. This isn't about religion, politics, selfish need or gain, this is a state of emergency. Must we all be blind to see the truth?

Thank you.
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Sep. 12th, 2005 @ 09:44 pm Ranting incorporated
Current Mood: tired
I have never done something like this, so it stands to reason that I would eventually be coerced into it. Whoever be reading this now forever shall you be warned. But first-
Ranting, eh, Jessie? After spending an entire day at a hospital(Not me, my uncle had a tumor removed from his hand), it makes you feel humble. No, wait. It makes you tired as hell if you've been up since 4AM that day, having gotten barely 3 hours sleep. And how can 5 or 6 doctors/nurses ask the same questions each time? Even one of the nurses remarked her pet peeve was lack of communication. Hey, how about glancing at the same paper another nurse coming out of the same room has?
I am kinda tired, so this will be a short entry.

Plus, I have to get up early tomorrow.
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