A Manifesto of Sorts

I would like to learn something new, or pick up some interesting (perhaps rare or unique) skill.

Any suggestions?

Joe Sherrod
11:07 i am returned
11:07 and still envisioning John Deere's Trick Tractors for xbox 360, wii, and ps3
11:08 I already know what the special bar will be

Myself
11:08 someone has to make it

Joe Sherrod
11:08 it's the Wrong Spectrum
11:08 because wrongness isn't just binary!
11:08 and as you do things that are outright wrong
11:08 you are actively placed on the spectrum
11:09 once you steamroll your way up to the Michael Jackson Nursery level of wrong, you get a wrongness multiplier
11:10 at that point, shit that should not ever be approached by a trick tractor will present itself to you
11:10 such as: china shops, stephen hawking, and nuns
11:10 grind the nuns? get a multiplier.

Myself
11:10 hahahaha

Joe Sherrod
11:10 already this is game of the year

Why is everyone always getting down on it? Madness is the gift I have chosen to take. For now, anyway.

While it is true I started a Twitter (/kidajax), that's not why this post is less than 160 characters. It's solely because I'm tired.

..but I wish I had something..(more) worthwhile to spend it on..

(excluding the RE5 copy I just purchased, and the BTTF2 jacket I still plan to buy.)

It's too bad it had to come to this.



Actually got this from one of your old entries during the whole Melia thing:

..And if it makes you less sad,
we'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile
I already know that I am.
I'll grow old and start acting my age.
I'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate.
A crown of gold.
A heart that's harder than stone.
And it hurts a whole lot,
but it's missed when it's gone.
Call me a safe bet.
I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive.
I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.

You'll never know.

I'm out on my back patio and it is 63 degrees out. I think it's pretty nice. The ladies on the golf course in front of me are bundled up, one going as far as having a towel wrapped around her face as to insulate a fragile area that may otherwise crumble and perish in this bleak climate. I think she was going for a Luke on Hoth kind of look:



Editors Note: That's the nerdiest reference I've ever made in a journal entry. Ever.

I have a script coming together in my head and I think it could be..
wait for it..
LEGENDARY.

Either way, though, I've thought of some pretty funny stuff that I know I would enjoy watching. I almost like writing in my head better than I do on paper. Sounds stupid, but I feel less constricted by the process of script writing and in turn the operation is not a chore, but a fun act from which I can grow and such. Yezzir.

Well, after a noteworthy absence from it, it seems like..

( Worth reading.. )

it involved seth being back in town, alcohol, a golf cart, and a little intuition.

honestly..i wish you were all there to see it. it was straight out of a movie.

..sweet New Years! I hope everyone else was as satisfied at midnight and has a plentiful year ahead of them.

This year, I plan on keeping true to the resolution Kristina set for me. Yep. 2009 is gonna kick ass.

Tonight I figured out how to stream my digital movies, tv shows, and music over my network so that my PS3 can pick it all up.

I can now watch Cool Runnings whenever I want without having to pop in a VHS tape. Life is sweet.

Instead of talking about what's new, I feel the need to look back.

My text message inbox seems to always be at 101 (99% full) messages and I always have to go back and find one to delete if I'm not deleting the new one that came in. Funny thing is is that I don't really go back and read my old texts (some of which are 6 months or older) unless I'm looking for an old one to delete. Until now. I'm laying down exhausted after my fourth 7-3:30 day in a row (I also had to stop in at the bank after work to dispute a shit ton of overdfrafts, which they admitted was their bad) and I read through most of my 101 text messages. I will share some of my favorites below (completely out of context, of course). Hah.

"Lumber men have iron men"

"but you sir, you are a legend spreading the legend and teachings that is beerminton. i am honored."

"4 sho n e tyme"

"Lol huge lizard in front of me!"

"Everytime i sit down on the toilet there is a fucking party in the bathroom"

"Nothing like a grease hug"

"They call me a pimp i call it a lover but every time i cum i still wear my rubber"

"WHY DON'T WE DO IT, IN THE ROAD?? NO ONE WILL BE WATCHING US... oh WHY DON'T WE DO IT.. IN THE ROOAAD?!?"

"I give you permission to make me watch the terminator mother btw. Save this text, i'm hungover"

"Ahn yung!"

"Wii Music is fun. I made my own ver. of twinkle little star. I ruined it, but it rocks."

"Omg, a piggalypoop!"

"Hi sofia how u doing its me wilda its is possible 4u 2do my toes 4me please 2day or 2morrow. Jesus love u"


I have a fairly good idea of what "A Collective Post 2" may contain. Someday perhaps.

SNL's funniest skit in a long time. I think it beats Cowbell, actually.

And for the not faint of heart, turn back now!

..a normal family again. a functional family. one that watches the simpsons every night and has a dog that ties everything together.
..to care about someone who cares about me. someone who wants to see me and talk to me. i don't really know why i keep choosing the wrong ones, but eventually i'll find a girl that doesn't mind my imperfections. i'm still human, and no matter how a situation ends, i only aim to be 100% me. i have a lot to offer, and that's what really keeps me going. i know someone will appreciate the fact eventually.
..to move out of the house. to have my own room. TO HAVE A BED. to be able to control the temperature.
..a hug. a real hug. the kind that warms you and assures you that everything will be okay and that the other party truly cares about you. it sucks that anyone capable of giving one is so far away.

I'll be okay. I'm actually not doing bad at all. These journals are just a way of venting anger that I'd otherwise just bottle up. It's nice to let go of your problems so you can concentrate on making new possibilities for yourself.

Like for example. I've gotten a rough group of people together that I will be making sketches with! All are interested and we've already had our first meeting that I've organized. I assigned the group the task of writing one sketch for this week. I've already written mine, "Lost Cat," which I think I'll use Tami for as the main character. Look out for it on the horizon!

And Devin may be able to hook me up with a job at Cheesecake Factory. $300 in a day would be sweet..and then I'd be free of the shackles that is living with my family (not that I don't appreciate them). I just need space to grow into my own adult version of me without parental interference.

And if you're capable of giving me that hug (dude hugs are on reserve for Michael Freedman only), then I'm capable of receiving it.

My laptop's motherboard broke again the other day and I'm in the library currently writing a paper that was due ten minutes ago. I believe I'll get it done before the end of the class and I'll just pray Charbizard takes it on time.

However, the downside to using a public computer is you can't choose the people who sit next to you. I'm about halfway into my paper now and a loud nose breather (wheezy noticable inhales and exhales) just sat right next to me. I never even realized how fast and frequently people breathe until now I suppose.

Back to the paper!

Last night was a nice escape. After I got off of work and out of Film Comedy (which alone was a treat, as we watched Shaun of the Dead which is one of my favorite movies), I headed over to Ashleyley's and then we met up with Natasha, Jackie, and Jackie's Alex and we all together traversed to Spanish River beach to watch the meteor shower.

When we got to Spanish River and Federal, the road was blocked off to the beach for construction as was the sidewalk. We parked our cars at the Wallgreens and walked the sidewalk anyway right past the construction on the bridge and onto the beach. The construction workers didn't give us a problem..hell, one of them was passed out in a running truck on the bridge the entire time we were on the beach. It kind of looked like he was trying to commit suicide via carbon monoxide poisoning. Yet he wasn't, so it was laughter inducing.

When we got to the beach, we all laid down on a blanket with another blanket over us (not going to lie, I've acclimated to Florida weather for the most part, and the mid 50's weather was a bit nippy for my tastes especially considering I was barefoot). Ashley also took some good shots of us chillin with a high exposure so some of us turned out ghost-like. I'll probably edit them into this post if she puts em' up online. Overall, the group saw about five different meteors..but I only happened to catch one of them. Still, getting to lay down on the beach with friends on a chilly night under a blanket listening to music and getting to see even one meteor was totally worth it. Fuck the indoors!

Today I bought Mortal Kombat vs. DC Universe and Little Big Planet for the PS3. I was expecting to like MKvsDC more between the two, and I'm truly surprised at how great LBP is. I love both of them so far.

And just to show some additional love to Little Big Planet, here is a user created level called Sack to the Future 2. It's scary how well the level's creator followed the plot of the movie in constructing this level.

Things are okay right now, but I feel really empty inside. Yesterday after classes were done I went with Jackie to meet up with Alex as usual to watch Always Sunny. I ate a bunch of Checkers so drinking felt more like a task and I opted out after the first beer. Lucky I did though! I got a text from Michelle out of the blue that she was in Boca and wanted to get together at the poolhouse at her friend's apartment complex off Yamato/Boca Raton Blvd. It was nice seeing her again..didn't even know she had been gone for a year as I haven't seen her since my first semester here in Boca.

Tonight is adventure night! Going with Kristina (and Natasha?) to the carnival in Margate and going to give her her sweet Batman hip-flask I got for her birthday. She deserves a good present as she's given me some excellent ones in the short time I've known her. When I met the hip-flask guy in the Breezeway at FAU last week, he only had Superman ones and I inquired about one of the Batman variety. He said he'd make it for this week and sure enough he followed through and the purchase went smoother than expected (never underestimate a Jew's ability to compromise a good deal!)

I have so much more I want to write about, but I think those are thoughts best kept private despite the toll they are taking on me. :/

Oh, and I don't like the idea of shelling out money for video games anymore (overall, just a waste of time at this point in my life) but I am without a question buying this when it drops on Tuesday:

At 3:47 PM my iPod read my mind! Otherwise, what are the odds that I was thinking about a different song than the one that was on at the time, and then that song came on randomly out of over 500 songs?

Exactly. ESPod is the only explanation.

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And did anyone see last Wednesday's South Park? It was definitely the best of the season and an awesome end to a shitty election.