Puppy Love

I don't want you to think that I added a picture of a dog with glasses at the top of my page to attract attention and blog readers through it's cuteness or something. in fact that dog has no soul and will eat your babies. he wears those glasses to see the fear in your eyes as he reaches inside of your chest and rips whatever organ he feels first from your body. he makes you look at it and then as you breath your last breathe he laughs a maniacal laugh which sounds from the spot where your body lay lifeless all the way to the deepest depths of hell. it's quite sinister actually.
he's also related to Paris Hilton's dog Tinkerbell.

7 Month Reunion

I graduated from high school last year. I (pretty much) liked all my classmates and enjoyed having them as fellow students for the three years I had been there. However, now when I run into them at my college or around town something feels weird. I don't feel an urge to "catch up". sure it has not been long since graduation, and there really is little to catch up on, but it seems like the feelings should be there. I feel sort of bad, brushing my old friends off after a brief "hello" and smile, but it's like I don't want a long conversation with them. Like I have counted them as the past already and engaging in conversation with them would be looking back when I need to be looking forward.

My classmates held a reunion of sorts a little while back. It had been less then a year since graduation and I thought it was silly to have one so soon. what did we have to talk about? I didn't go. I don't how many actually did attend, although in my mind almost everyone was there, except of course me. I am fairly introverted and don't have much of a liking for pointless small talk or useless chatter. I like important information or things that make me laugh and I like my thoughts to my self. Maybe that makes me silly instead of the reunion but it is how I have always been. having no desire to fake enthusiasm for an hour or so and not having accomplished anything to give me something to mention to them; It seemed pointless and more like a chore than an enjoyable meet and greet.

I'm not really sure how to end this post or what I expect anyone who may read this to take away from it. I think this is something that was just infesting my mind and something I needed to let out through some means. My writing is helping me to understand myself much better than ever before. Regardless of money that is a great reward for authorship.

New Blog

I just started a new blog to have all my fictional writing on it. http://ejfictional.blogspot.com/ . mixing in fictional work within this blog would not have felt right. this is where my thoughts are released, the other blog will be where my creativity is released.

there is nothing on it as I type this, but hopefully soon I will have something on there for you to read. until then, follow it or something...and get ready!

Things Happen

A lot has happened since my last blog post on here. I found a new love- books. sure I'd read them before but that was involuntarily at school. reading a book at my own pace; a book of my choosing, I found was a lot more fun. of course Christmas happened (I got deodorant again. Mom, Dad, I get it okay!?!) and also a new year began. for most people new year's day is when they contemplate their life and make decisions that will supposedly affect that life. I did no such thing. I went so far as to not even watch the ball drop. It was just another day to me. just another midnight.

However, recently I believe I have begun a sort of transformation of my own. My new found passion for books opened a new world to me and a new idea for a career. Since I was about 14 stand-up comedy was my dream and one I was fully prepared to go after. however now the idea of being a writer...of books, seemed like something I should at least consider. So I sat down one night and tried to think of ideas, plots, and characters for a book. to my surprise it was a lot of fun just sitting there orchestrating and thinking out this story. I kick myself for not having thought of this possible career path earlier and following the alarming trend among teenagers of viewing books as boring and uncool.

Stand-up comedy is still a love of mine, and could still be the career I end up pursuing but being a writer thrills me at the moment. The endless possibilities excite me. I could write anything. drama, thriller, horror, comedy, anything. I wasn't bound by what others found funny. Not having to stand up in front of a group of drunks and humiliate my self on a regular basis also sounds nice.

anyway, expect more posts here. I need practice writing and whether or not anyone reads this doesn't matter. I just need practice, practice, practice and this is where that will happen.

Explain This To Me

I have two requests. 1: watch the following video, try not to hurl. 2: explain to me what the hell this is and how it exists.



why isn't that the Jersey Shore theme song?

I thought the Jonas Brothers were bad, but at least they have some amount of shame. these guys just roll around in their lame boy bandness and embrace it.

but wait, did you think it couldn't get gayer? think again...


thank God some how we made it through the douche pandemic of the late 90's and early 00's. that's easily the closest we've come to the apocalypse.

ok, i need to go watch ESPN and remind myself i'm a man. later.

Extra-Alienal

I recently acquired a taste for a show called The X-files, and by "acquired a taste" I mean I became madly obsessed. great show.

It made me think about the possibility of life on other planets. I find it funny, millions and millions believe in God based on a "holy" text written 2,000 years ago, but the idea that in this vast universe there could be other intelligent life hardly gets a serious legitimate discussion. why is that? is the idea just ridiculous? have we been brainwashed by a higher governmental force? have movies of aliens who befriend small children and ride on bikes made the idea of aliens seem ludicrous? should we at least find out what planet Carrot Top came from?

the universe is huge. If there is a God that made all of it, why would he make all those galaxies and planets if he was only going to stick intelligent life on one of those planets? did God get a little carried away with his work, or was he just flexing the heavenly pecs a bit? maybe that's why Satan and God are at odds. Satan is jealous. he accidentally set his creation of fire and it still hasn't stopped burning. rather embarrassing.

UFOs I can believe, aliens sound plausible. abductions are a different story. all i'm saying is i've never heard of scientists probing the anus of a owl just to learn more about it's species. we don't practice that, why would aliens? besides aliens could watch tv and learn more about the human race than doing tests. a combination of MTV and Cinemax could explain just about everything. at least to do with the reproductive process...and the process of getting shit faced.

crop circles are interesting. too bad we can't understand what those symbols mean. probably something like "earth is gay". we're getting dissed and we don't even know it. I think we need to send a message back, and draw a huge middle finger on the moon with a special NASA designed extra large magic marker.

what i'm really trying to say is, i'm single ladies.
and I have way too much time on my hands.

Back To My Outlet

ok, so it has been awhile. luckily I never had many readers, so I know I wasn't missed by anybody.

the reasons for my absence? that's a good question, confused man in my head. well, it started with a burn out on writing. yes, even I (your friendly neighborhood bored nerd) can get burned out on writing. I was running out of topics and for some reason thought this blog needed to be War And Peace in blog form.

then I got busy with school (college)[community college...yeah]

Lastly, I was going through a bit of a dilemma. I have dreams of becoming a stand-up comedian when I get the chance. many times I wanted to write things in here but hesitated because I thought "what if i want to use that in my act? should i just give it away for free on a blog? what if someone steals my material from this blog?" I don't smoke pot, but I am paranoid like a pothead.

anyway, I can't help but have an outlet for my writing, so I came back. much like Jesus. only instead of turning water into wine, I turn wine into water. I'm not as much of a hit at parties as Mr.Christ.