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Another way to Fuck with The Man!
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| 5/2/2006 11:56:59 PM |
I came came back to my car, after lunch, to find a parking ticket... Instead of getting pissed, I decided to GET EVEN! *Evil Disney Character Laugh*
The ticket’s $15. That parking ticket bitch was on top of her shit today. :-p They wanted $15 from me, they GOT $15 from me.
Instead of giving them 1 check for $15, I decided to give them 11 checks totally $15. I bundled them up, put the ticket on top, stapled it twice on both ends and stuffed it in the envelope.
"Don’t mess with the bull, young man. You’ll get the horns."
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Currently listening:
Louder Now
By Taking Back Sunday
Release date: By 25 April, 2006 |
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I'm not Anal Retentive... I'm "Methodical"
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| 5/1/2006 1:18:41 AM |
I’m not the type of person who loses his keys... or wallet. It’s not because I have a good memory; to be honest, half-way thru that first sentence I forgot what I was talking about... Yeah, those telltale ellipses are always a dead giveaway. No problems though, I roll back a sentence or two and I’m up and going again.
Anyway, I think I don’t lose those stereotypical items because I have a system to keeping them from getting lost. My keys and wallet are always in my front pocket and back pocket, respectively, or on the kitchen counter. I’ve done that since I moved out of my parent’s house. Oddly enough, I never had that problem when I lived at home... regardless where I dropped my shit, it always found its way back to the desk in my room. Yeah... no clue. I have my suspicions that house was haunted.
Leaving my keys and wallet in the kitchen makes sense to me. The kitchen is the last place I go before I walk out the door. Of course, it could just be a cause and effect circumstance. However, I choose to believe it’s because I’m crazy... or maybe just slightly neurotic. Seriously, to this day, when I’m about to abandon a dish in the sink, I hear my mom say, "Rinse that dish before you put it into the dish washer," in her mom voice. Yeah, there’s a cast of thousands up there. However, I don’t blame her for the neuroticism, but she definitely handed me a map and pointed me in the right direction. I actually enjoy some of the crazy stuff; Like tonight I started thinking about why I always take my shoes off in the kitchen... I tried taking a step back and looking at it like a sane person, but it didn’t make sense. Who purposely leaves shoes in the kitchen? But then I glanced up, above the dishwasher, on the counter, sat my keys and my wallet. It all started to make sense... Apparently, like in action movies, if any shit is about to go down, I am ready to go at a moment’s notice... or maybe I just watch too much TV.
I was flipping channels this afternoon. I was looking for ANY reason to get out of the house and I saw that VH-1 was playing "I Love Toys"... a marathon. I am such a sucker for any of those shows... so immediately I’m like, "FUCK! I’m never getting out now!" I did, however, break free with a little daylight left. Damn you VH-1 and your "I Love..." themed shows! They tickle my nostalgia bone and give me that warm and fuzzy. Yeah, I have a nostalgia bone... and it’s HUGE!
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Martha would say that I fit in...
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| 12/30/2005 1:55:53 AM |
I finally finished watching The Apprentice: Martha Stewart. I was actually able to avoid the outcome last week. I enjoyed every tantilizing moment til the bitter (actually quite sweet) end. Looking back on the season, I realized 2 things… One, the grand prize is fucking life changing and two, there is NO way I would last through the entire interview, or rather back-stabbing, process. I tend to speak my mind and that will kill you on those shows. I don’t know if I could play the game... it takes a certain level of "crazy". I actually rest soundly knowing that I’m not as crazy as Beth, Maya, and especially that crazy bitch Jo, from Real World San Francisco (Puck’s replacement)… She was on the Gauntlet II for all of about 20 minutes before freaking out by the behavior of her fellow castmates. I’m not sure what she thought she was getting into, but it’s blatantly obvious she’s not watched an MTV reality show in a VERY long time. And she’s a crazy bitch.
In the spirit of Martha, I tackled the bathroom tonight. The drawers and cabinets in there were just ridiculous. I kept asking myself the same question over and over, “Why do I still have this?” and sometimes, “Jeez! This expired back in ’97!” I realized that you can’t cure a pack rat... I heard a wise saying once, “You can lead a packrat to water, but you can’t make him drink a six-pack, finally getting loaded enough to throw away all that shit.”
Actually, now that I read that back, I doubt I read that anywhere.
So during the cleaning, I recovered about 15 Tigi Bedhead Wax sticks, which were practically empty. Each stick contained wax but it was too low to rub across your palm or head. After scooping out all the wax and melting it in the microwave I was able to pour it back into one of the empty wax sticks. I capped it and put it in the fridge to cool. I’m not usually the frugal type, but I just saved $20. I want to melt MORE stuff around the house!!! How many loads of laundry do you think I need to do before I have enough dryer lint to make a pillow? Hmmmmm… that may be the next project. :-p
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Sweet Valley High
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| 7/17/2005 2:33:03 AM |
They say when it rains, it pours. I’m almost positive that I’ve used that as an opener before, but this week/end takes the cake. A shit-filled week, much like bad house guests, never let’s you know when it’s coming nor when it’s leaving.
Over the last couple weeks I’ve lost my best friend to his girlfriend and his proud new position at work. We haven’t hung out in weeks, including our normal Wednesday & Sunday night “must-see-TV” fests. I’m not sure exactly what’s going on with that. But ever since we recently got into a bit of a fight, it hasn’t been normal. The fight, which consisted of him basically telling me he wouldn’t hang out with me when I’m with my boyfriend (a magical mystical character), sent me into a giant little-girl spiral. After vented emails back and forth, we resolved it. But it still doesn’t feel normal. I know I’m partially to blame on that still… but I don’t know what to do.
So that should be enough for one week… but no, it continues… Did I mention I hate my job? Oh yeah, everyone knows that… Okay, well I had a date last night. A real date… for once. I can’t say I’ve been on an actual date, where I shower and put on my best T-shirt in a freakin’ LONG time. His name was Trevor. We had dinner and it appeared to be going quite well. Shortly after he avoided a couple cellphone calls, and mentioned that he’s nervous around people he really likes, he gets the “panicked friend call”. I felt the date ending… but he surprised me when he pulled out the, “Well, can I have an hour?” and we hung out and talked for another hour. It was a great cover… I had no clue. It allowed me to wonder ALL day how he actually felt…
Tonight, around midnight, I got a text message from my friend Tom informing me that Trevor is only interested in “being friends”. They were apparently at the same party. That added to the shitty weekend. It bothers me because he was the first guy in a VERY long time that I would even consider dating. I know he liked me online and on the phone… I guess there wasn’t a physical attraction. It upsets me, regardless of what my horoscope said today:
“Don’t let rough spots in your romantic life weigh on your self-esteem”
I really should have taking that horoscope as fucking forecast on the shit-mound that would become Saturday.
I’ve never felt more like a high-school freshman girl than right this very moment.
This has been the most grammatically horrible entry ever… but yeah, bite me… at least I wrote something...
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SXSW - Thursday, Friday, Saturday
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| 3/13/2005 5:56:39 PM |
Note from Jason: This past Friday kicked off SXSW. I, along with my friends Jason and Mike, took vacation during the festival. On a somewhat daily basis, we’ll update my site with pictures and blogs of everything we did. :-)
This "Catch-up" entry was written by Jason G.
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Thursday March 10, 2005
Pre-SxSW
SxSW 2005 actually started on Friday March 11th but since we all had the Friday off, we thought we’d kick it off with an Alamo Drafthouse show. The Alamo added a new Austin facility conveniently located at South Lamar and several Grand Opening activities where scheduled for this week. We decided to attend the Thursday night showing of The Sinus Show. The film being dissected by the Sinus boys was “The Terminator” and although the last couple of Sinus shows were a little lackluster, this one proved to be very funny. Plenty of laughs throughout and the ‘half-time’ show was great.
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Friday March 11, 2005
Day One
We were giddy with excitement as we made our way downtown for some lunch prior to registration. None of us had ever been to The Iron Works, a legendary BBQ joint. Since its located right next to the Austin Convention Center, we figured we couldn’t lose. Honestly, I’d say we were less than impressed with the food. The brisket was ok, but the sausage (the benchmark of good BBQ) was absolute crap. The sauce was also mediocre, which didn’t help. The only upside to the Iron Works is the building itself as it provides a great atmosphere.
We then made our way to the Convention Center for registration. The line wasn’t very long and they processed us quickly. We picked up our Film and Interactive goodie bags filled with schedules, film descriptions and various vendor crap which will probably find its way to the poubelle*.
We got back to the Jeep around 1pm and didn’t have anything scheduled until 9pm so we headed to Wal-Mart to get some cheap t-shirts and other supplies (1 carton of Marlboro lights, gum and contact lenses) for the week. Side-note: We plan on making a few custom novelty shirts for the week and Wal-Mart had the cheapest units.
Next up: back to Jason’s apartment for some afternoon drinking. We unloaded our Wal-Mart junk and walked over to Wiggy’s Liquors to get some beer. The weather was perfect for patio drinking (75+F) so we started making our way through our Bud and/or Miller Lights. Throw in a plain cheese pizza from Papa John’s, some great music and you have a perfect day.
The movie we had scheduled for the night was the world premiere of “The Wendall Baker Story” starring Luke Wilson, Owen Wilson and Eva Mendes. It was written by Luke Wilson and directed by Andrew Wilson. All were in attendance. I think there are more Wilson brothers than Baldwins. It was filmed in Austin last year and there were plenty of great location shots. The film itself was ok, nothing spectacular. Here’s a link to the actual car & camper used in the movie (http://www.jasonatepaint.com/SXSW05/Wendell.Baker.Story.jpg) We found it in the backlot of Austin Studios.
After the show, we decided to take in a midnight show at the Alamo downtown. This wasn’t really planned but decided to go anyway. I’m so glad we did. The movie, a documentary called “The Aristocrats”, which showcases various comedians telling the same classic vaudeville-era joke. Sounds lame but, holy fuck it was funny. It is way too difficult to describe but let me say this, I can’t wait for the DVD. Highly recommended.
We walked back to Jason’s apartment and got there around 2:30 am. I was home in bed by 3:30am (WAY past my bedtime). Day one was over.
Movies watched: 2
Celebrity sightings: 5
T-shirts worn: http://www.jasonatepaint.com/SXSW05/2005.03.11.Friday.jpg
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Saturday March 12th, 2005
Day Two
Although we had our choice of several early shows, we decided to take in the Austin Studios Open House and Tour. I picked up Mike and Jason around 11am and we made our way to lovely East Austin. The studio is located at the old airport where they have converted several of the hangers into soundstages. We got to watch a short film on the studio"s history and filmmaker connections. Even though we didn"t get a full tour of the current films in production I"d say we were all fairly impressed that Austin has such a facility available to major and independent film makers.
Again, we could have made it to the Alamo for one of the shorts screenings, we decided to postpone it they would be showing later in the week.
We had lunch at the Waterloo Ice House then back to Jason"s apartment for some more beers and music.
The afternoon went by quickly and we soon had to head to the Paramount for the showing of “Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room". This was a fascinating documentary detailing how much cover up and underhandedness went on at Enron. It was very well done; funny, sad and eye-opening.
There was a Q&A scheduled for after the show which we would have loved to stick around for but we had to high-tail it to the Alamo for the 9:45 showing of Sarah Silverman"s “Jesus Is Magic". (I haven"t mentioned this but in case you don"t know, SxSW consists of a LOT of waiting in line. Even though we have our Platinum Badges and we get in before the other non-badge losers/pee-ons, there are plenty of badge holders. Getting in line earliest guarantees the best seating, it"s that simple).
The Sarah Silverman movie was ok, it had some genuine laughs, but I had heard some of it before so it wasn"t as funny for me as for a first timer.
We decided to skip the Jet Li movie that was showing at Midnight and headed back to Jason"s. I know he wanted us to stay but Mike and I decided to head home since we were exhausted. This is a draining festival. Yes its day 2. Jason said it best when we were walking out the door: “Hey wait! I think you guys left your vaginas here!" Good times.
Movies Watched: 2
Studio Tours: 1
Celebrity Sightings: 1
T-shirts worn: http://www.jasonatepaint.com/SXSW05/2005.03.12.Saturday.jpg
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Another note from me (Jason): I give the Sarah Silverman movie a much higher rating. Some of the material may have been a repeat... but just as shocking and appalling, not to mention "piss your pants" funny, as the first time I heard it... Love her! |
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Ice Cream Maker Showdown
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| 1/27/2005 4:12:05 AM |
I think the letter explains itself. :-)
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Jason xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Austin, TX 78703
xxx.xxx.xxxx
January 27, 2005
Dear Sir or Madam,
Approximately 3 months ago I purchased your Ice Cream Maker (SKU #V5100). Upon getting home from Target, I eagerly opened the box to find that the freezer bowl had leaked all over everything inside. I returned it, faith moderately high with VillaWare, for another one. After to speaking to my ice cream guru and learning the ways of the dairy force, I ventured off to make some pretty decent ice cream. It started with the VillaWare yet continues with the Cuisinart. Villaware sadly falls short of many less-name brand devices. The emoticon that best describes that discovery would be :-I
Pros
Beautiful Stainless Steel look
2-Speeds (so simple yet nobody else does it)
Cons
Freezer Bowl insulate layer is WAY (Extremely) too thin.
Big heavy motor heats up below the freezer bowl (Say it with me children: “Heat Rises”)
Beautiful Stainless Steel case utilizes motor heat to double as a radiator.
As soon as the Guru showed up as saw this “freezer bowl from hell” as I had began calling it, he proclaimed in a very proud male way, “Uh, well there’s your problem dude…. Your bowl’s too small… ya need… a….bigger….. Bowl…” I realized your freezer bowl, motor heat aside, is the BIGGEST design flaw you have. After I realized this, I did a little more homework. I hit all the kitchen accessory stores and sadly, even inferior products (in look and feel) had larger freezer insulation. For example, take a Cuisinart and a Villaware freeze bowl (Unfrozen state) in a side-by-side “shake” test (shake them side to side to hear the insulate move.): The Cuisinart had a lot of insulate of a viscous nature. By visual comparison and weight, the Cuisinart has twice the insulate coverage. The Villaware, even in a completely unfrozen state, has little to no movement of insulate. It actually sounds as if the walls are very narrow. After seeing how much more frozen and pliable the ice cream became in the Cuisinart, I switched.
I’m aware my letter is a bit “laid back” for a complaint letter. There’s a good reason: Customer service is a hard job. I’d rather look out for the customer service agents than big corporations that push out INFERIOR products. I’d prefer to see the CSR, who dragged his/her a** into work after a crazy $1 beer Wednesday night, get a laugh than some “Chandler-esque” Excel dweeb making note of the large profit margins in the WEENUS.
My point is this. Target (the store) will no longer take this back. I’m dissatisfied with the product. Very sad, because I had to spend another $50 on the Cuisinart to FIX this problem. I would like to package this unit up and mail it in (RMA) but not to replace, but to refund. I purchased this unit from Target for $49.99 (plus TX sales tax 8.25%) total: $54.11. Make this right and PLEASE respond in a hand-typed email. No boiler plate b#$^@!
Target Link: http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=2-1/qid=1106818056/ref=sr_2_1/601-8917588-6271335?%5Fencoding=UTF8&asin=B0001GNJWO
Sincerely,
Jason xxxxxxxxx
PS. I have total confidence in ya [insert CSR first name here]. You’re doing a great job… in fact, take an extra hour at lunch today! You Rock!
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You've Got Mail
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| 8/26/2004 11:53:18 PM |
This entry is dedicated to my friend Karri. I’m sorry it’s taken me SO long to make an entry!
I remember, as a child, the excitement of running down to the mailbox to grab the mail from the mailman’s hand. The exhilaration of knowing that I got that day’s post as quickly as it could be delivered. Unfortunately, with adulthood, a trip to the mailbox is nothing more than a chore; a slap-in-the-face reminder that I still owe the magazine people at Highlights for Children a handsome sum. I need to cancel that subscription and start stealing them from the dentist.
These days I make the trek to the mailbox about twice a month, much to the chagrin of my postal worker. I strongly avoid the mail area during daylight for fear of being spotted, held down, and slowly tortured with a coupon book. It’s unlikely I’d bleed to death, but the paper cuts would be insufferable! Opening my mailbox reveals a single key with a number indicating a large community mailbox which holds the bills, coupons, and endless driving school postcards that have been foisted into my mailbox for the previous two-plus weeks.
The painfully obvious truth of the matter is that snail mail is a dead art. We live in a world of Now; where I can place an order for almost anything and have it FedEx’d to me faster, cheaper, and more traceable than the United States Postal Service could ever fathom. The USPS is a bloated, inefficient hairy sack and no matter how hard they struggle to keep up they’ll never out do the private sector. When I see a postal worker delivering mail on foot, I can’t help but stop, dead in my tracks, head tilted, as if I was a dog who heard a whistle, and think, “They still make you?”
However, in my junk-pile of mail today was a free Schick Quattro razor. Quattro, a four-blade razorblade for men is the very essence of technology or Schick would have you believe. From their marketing campaign alone, they’ve practically convinced me that this razorblade “system” may have dipped into not only our national education fund, but scraped the bottom of both the space and science exploration budgets. Seriously… are we within walking distance to closing the gap on personal hygiene? The brush has grown too large for the canvas. I’ve just recently mastered shaving with three blades and yet I still struggle getting that small upper lip area. The Schick Quattro – Four razor blades fastened to a plank, the size of a Swiffer… I’m under the belief that I could get the same close shave with a Black & Decker palm sander. If they really want to impress me, they’d find a way to provide a close shave every morning while keeping me away from thin shards of metal that neither my cognitive nor motor skills can handle. |
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Lazy Days
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| 3/16/2004 2:23:53 PM |
“Laziness” is a word that is not easily defined. It all depends on your perspective, your upbringing, the number of times you’ve said, “I’ll do it tomorrow.” Sometimes it takes a friend to point out your laziness and other times it slaps you directly in the face. Today was a fine example of this with my shampoo, or lack thereof. In my shower sits 3 “empties” that have been watered down so many times that the bottles are spotlessly clean now. The realization of “Lazy” presented itself when I had to use a bar of soap to wash my hair. I had pushed the “I can water this bottle down ONE more time” theory to its limits and was left with using a bar of soap, who’s suggested “2000 parts” didn’t include my hair.
I’ve found that bar soap does, in fact, clean your hair. Unfortunately, my hair now has the properties of one of my sisters “beauty shop horrors” Barbie dolls. If you didn’t have a sister, these Barbie dolls had their nylon hair pulled, curled, and teased to the moon. They endured so much 3rd grade beauty school that they began to look like chemo patients complete with chunks of hair missing. Now granted, my hair didn’t take a beating like that, but it’s a curling iron treatment away from Frizz City!
I think I’m going to make the time to buy shampoo today… and while I’m at it, I think I’ll finally pick up some toilet paper too. :-)
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Under the Radar...
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| 3/1/2004 10:23:34 PM |
As I sat home this past Saturday evening, unsure of my plans and only knowing that I didn’t want a repeat performance of Friday night, which involved liters of beer and fistfuls of Jager-Bomb shots, I contemplated my night. As it rolled around to 8PM, I decided that I better get out of the house for awhile as all signs pointed to a night in.
I grabbed my keys and headed out the door with no plan or even a direction in mind. I cranked up my iPod, rolled down my windows, and rocketed out of the parking garage with the new JamisonParker EP blaring. With nothing more than the desire to drive fast, I headed northbound Mo-Pac with the hopes a plan would form on the move. Although a plan never came to fruition, the feeling of being trapped in the house and any immediate frustrations I had before getting in the car had dissipated after about an hour.
After I felt relaxed and ready to go back home, I headed northbound on Lamar towards 6th Street. As I got closer I realized traffic was narrowed to one lane, so to enjoy the rest of the drive home, which was literally blocks at this point, I took the bridge into downtown. As I jetted across the bridge, I caught the traffic light and realized there was Austin Fuzz behind me. I knew he had me. Its standard procedure to wait until the light turns green before they turn on their lights for safety reasons. As soon as the traffic light turned green he flipped on the party lights. I pulled over immediately and rolled down the windows completely, turned down the radio, and put both hands on the steering wheel until he came up to the car. Before he could even start the standard dialogue, I spouted out, “So I was going a little fast, eh?” With a smile he said, “Yeah… 59 in a 30. I only locked you in at 56 though.” Yeah, I was getting a ticket… I knew it; he definitely knew it.
This is where you would think that it would have bothered me. I should have been nervous. I should have gotten that sinking feeling when you see the lights. But for some reason that drive was so calming, or maybe numbing, that it didn’t bother me. In fact when he came back to the car, I joked about how I should have just stayed on Lamar. When I was getting ready to sign the ticket I said, “Yeah, I know… Press hard… 5 copies,” which was something we used to say at the police department. He looked at me strangely and I mentioned I used to be a cop in FL. We actually talked about that for a bit and then he cut me loose.
I haven’t really thought about the ticket since. Is it going to cost me money? Yes. Is it going to raise my insurance? Almost definitely! Do I care? No. I’m sick of being ruled by money. I’m sick of having my mood directly relate to my finances. There have been too many times that I’ve gotten upset over something and then looked back a day later and thought, “Jeez, I let money affect my mood again!”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not happy about paying more for insurance or a $200 speeding ticket, but those are the results of my actions. Every time I get in my car with the intention of “taking a drive”, I am prepared that I may be pulled over; action and reaction. I have, however, ordered the Valentine One radar detector after this last ticket. Hey, I love playing Cat and Mouse, but I’m not going to play blind anymore! :-) |
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School Days
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| 2/29/2004 7:34:15 PM |
Caloosa Middle School — Cape Coral, Florida
8th Grade, 1986
It’s funny how a song, a smell, or a photo can take you back… to your first crush, the first time you went to a party with your friends, your first school fight, and all the people that were part of your life while you were in school.
Last night, while watching “Dazed and Confused” for the 900th time, Derek, my best friend and fellow co-worker, and I started discussing the type of people we were in school, which prompted me to grab my 8th grade yearbook. I hadn’t looked at that yearbook in more than ten years and quite honestly I had forgotten about 99% of them. But within seconds, I had stories about each and every person in there; the popular girls, the jocks, the stoners, the yearbook nerds, the brainiacs, and the rest of us.
It was actually surreal to look through those pictures, in a way that almost felt as if it wasn’t my life, but an elaborate childhood novel I read. It was as if they were caricatures of stereotypes that would have attended any middle school class of 1986.
As I flipped the pages and saw each character, each with a thorough back story, the feelings of childhood surged so strongly that for a split second I was 14 again. Everyone was a snapshot in time. They will always be that 8th grade class portrait in my mind.
Memories only get fonder with age. And regardless of everything we forget, we never forget our first crush. Bobby Chisholm, the cute popular kid that I crushed on from day-one of 8th grade, still pops into my head from time to time. I remember the day I got assigned to his table in Mr. Youngblood’s Science class, I had my fingers crossed I would get put at his table. I hated that class but I loved seeing Bobby everyday. I asked Derek if he remembered the girl that had his heart in 8th grade. Without missing a beat he told me her name and a story about her. Those formative years and the memories made from them really do stick with us.
Flipping the pages I pointed out the popular chicks to Derek, who is roughly 9 years my junior. At one point, I narrowed down a couple rows of pictures and asked Derek, “Okay, within these two rows there are 2 hot-popular girls. Pick them out.” After studying them for a good minute, he’s hesitantly said, “Okay, I think that one and, uh…. that one.” And he was right too. After picking them, he said, “Well, it’s not like they’re hot… they’re just less ugly than the rest…” I immediately came to their defense, “What are you talking about? Do you know how many boys wanted her?” To me, they still hold the “popular girl” status. But to Derek, he just saw big hair, jelly bracelets, and the wardrobe from a Bananarama video shoot.
Middle school served a pretty big role in assisting me, or rather hindering me, in figuring out my sexuality. I remember having crushes on guys since I was 6 but I never considered it or thought much about it until I hit middle school. Puberty kicked in and my head was a constant swirl of doubt. Yasmin Chandler, who sat behind me in pre-algebra class, was a girl that added confusion to my sexuality battles. By the time I hit 8th grade, I was already dealing with strong feelings for guys in my school. I knew it wasn’t normal for me to like other guys, but I didn’t really have an outlet for understanding it. One night I had a very explicit dream about Yasmin and woke up that morning with my head spinning. Not only did I believe that the “change” had finally happened for me, but I became infatuated with her. I would find any reason to talk to her. I was very timid and had very little self-confidence. I remember throwing away my pencil between classes so I could borrow a pencil. In my head, I was a genius. I got to talk to her at the beginning and end of class. Those feelings lasted a month, at most, and I was back to fixating over boys again.
Each of those people touched my life in one way or another. I wasn’t friends with each and every one of them, but I knew something about each of them. School allowed everyone to be treated as equals, although that was rarely the case, we were thrown into the same classes and expected to interact as equals. The great part about that is if you’re brave enough, you can make all types of friends. Although most of these friendships only existed out of convenience, it was an important factor of growing up and learning about the type of people you wanted in your social circle. Even though I didn’t like everyone I was paired up with at school, I got to know them. This isn’t the case once you move into the work environment. I’ve worked at my current job for almost 2 years and I still pass people in the hall that I don’t know. We’re not put in situations where were forced to interact with each other and because of this, I have yet to meet everyone I work with. As an adult, geographical restrictions don’t dictate who my friends are. I don’t have to become friends with co-workers because we are in the same building everyday. Oddly enough though, some of my closest friends are people I work with and I’m very grateful for that.
I’m not sure why I wrote this entry. Some of my friends know that I’ve been going through a bit of depression as I question my life and dream for the ability to go back to my childhood. Although most of my friends have no desire to go back to their high school years, I do. It’s not because I feel I did it wrong or that I missed something necessarily. I just want a do-over. I can safely say that writing about my childhood is helping in bringing me happiness of fond memories. It hasn’t brought closure yet, and I don’t know if I want closure. I will always cherish my childhood and don’t want to forget about it. I want to remain a kid as long as possible and use my freedom, as an adult, to buy toys and remain wide-eyed and innocent to the world. I just need to find a healthy balance between living in the past and the reality of my life. But thankfully I have wonderful friends in my life who don’t mind indulging me in reliving my childhood. :-)
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I'll be takin' these Huggies, and, uh, whatever cash you got.
--H.I., Raising Arizona
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Poll |
What's your favorite Taco Bell food?
I find it funny that everyone I know has a specialized menu which they have refined over years of fine "Bell" dining. This refined menu starts with the "anchor" item, this is the most important piece of food and is used to anchor the ancillary food items. I've listed a handful of the popular items.
With that being said, what is your favorite Taco Bell food?
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