Kris, you're not mad at me for something, are you?
It's not that I'm uninterested, I just don't like to pry into people's personal buisness too much. If this was bothering you, why didn't you tell me sooner? I don't even realise I'm doing it, I'm just acting how I normally act...
I'm sorry if I seem like I don't care, because I do care... you have to remember that I'm not going to think about stuff the same way you do, I won't take the same paths of reasoning that you would, and I certainly won't notice all the things about a conversation that you might... It's just how I am.
- Posted by Jeff at 8:57 PM -
Monday, October 27, 2003
And not one of us can navigate ^^;;
I went to the Matchbox 20 concert last night, it was a trip.
I got home from Dad's at 4:30, the quickest drive home from his house ever (I was worried Kristi would yell at me if I wasn't at her house by five, and Joe drove quite fast), left the house, and got to Kristi's at five. We got some directions off the computer and left soon thereafter.
We took US-23 south, and I managed to pass the exit I needed, but I didn't get us too lost and we eventually got to East Lansing with half an hour to spare. The route we took was... stupid, I think. It was pretty out of the way, but we didn't have any better directions, so we followed it as best we could, doubt abiding every step of the way, half the time we didn't know if we were on the right road or highway.
So anyway, we got there, and our seats weren't that good, but they weren't totally bad. I would have liked to be on the lower deck instead of so high and to the right of the stage, but it couldn't be helped by that point. I bought a T-shirt (35 bucks, damn, but I wanted it) and we sat down just in time to watch Fountains of Wayne, the band thatd the concert. They were ok, kinda punkish, but not too much so that I would't like them. I may look into their CDs later.
After they were done, it took a while for the roadies to clear and set up the stage, but the wait was worth it. Suddenly the lights dimmed and went out, then the front curtain fell to the floor, revealing the band playing their first song. It was really cool, they had lots of lights and effects like that, it was almost overwhelming to all the senses but smell and taste. They played Real World second and I was all really happy by that point. Went through all the good songs, and some I'm not so fond of, but Rob Thomas', and the rest of the band's freakin enthuiasm was overwhelming, and I couldn't not enjoy myself. It all must have lasted a good three hours, not including theng band.
I reckon we left the concert at around twenty after ten. The parking attendants made us go a different way then we came from, so of course that got me and Kris pretty disorentated. I stopped and got gas, then got onto 496, for some reason going the wrong way. We got off the highway, got turned around, and eventually took I-69 all the way up to Miller road, then took Linden home. A bit out of the way, but at least we knew where we were. I got home just before midnight.
All in all, I think it was so worth it, even with the seats we had. And if I was gay or a girl, I'd so want Rob Thomas.
- Posted by Jeff at 12:49 PM -
Friday, October 24, 2003
Random acts of kindness
It feels good to help someone out every once and a while. I don't see why it doesn't happen more often. It just seems like people don't care sometimes, ya know?
I'm gonna post up some comicy stuff I made a while back over on the side later, maybe I'll make more someday if I get some feedback, and learn how to make word bubbles in Photoshop.
And, goin to see Matchbox 20 on sunday with Kris, I am giddy like a schoolgirl. Which I am not... Don't look at me like that.
- Posted by Jeff at 1:14 PM -
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Juxtaposed!!
Everyone should go look at the comics I've linked to over on the side there. Many of them are awesome, 'specially the following ones:
It Never Rains on Monitor Hill
Kid Radd
A Modest Destiny
8-Bit Theater
Queen of Wands
Sam and Fuzzy
Spelling the Vacuum
VG Cats
and Wigu
They are comic bliss, I tells ya, COMIC BLISS. So go read em.
And throw me links to other comics, I'm alwaysto new and different stuff. =)
- Posted by Jeff at 1:49 PM -
Saturday, October 18, 2003
This is what I believe to be the truth... at least for now.
The Homecoming Dance is tonight, I've decided that I really don't care. It's not lazy apathy, I just don't want to go.
I'm not a social creature when it comes to huge gatherings of people, anyone that knows me well should know that. Here's how I see it. In life, there are many choices and paths for one to take, and sometimes, when you take one course of action, as opposed to another, you can regret that decision down the line. I thought to myself, "Will I regret not asking a girl to Homecoming, and will I regret not going?" And the answer was quite plainly no.
As for the girl you were talking about (You know who you are), whether she might like me or not is irreverent. I have no intention or want of asking her out, to the dance or to anything else for that matter. I have no feelings for her, and frankly I find romance in high school shallow and meaningless. I'm content enough with all my friends, I don't need a girlfriend.
I'm not a lonely or desperate person. I'll experience all this 'relationship' stuff soon enough, of that I have no doubt, but, I honestly feel as of this moment, that high school isn't the place where it'll happen, through my own choice.
- Posted by Jeff at 12:02 PM -
Monday, October 13, 2003
I am teh sick
Head colds suck, and I bet the two hour bike ride I took on saturday didn't do anything to make me NOT sick either.
I'm gonna go see Kill Bill, are you?
- Posted by Jeff at 1:47 PM -
Saturday, October 11, 2003
...they both crumbled to dust.
I just woke up, ugh, the Stratford trip was really cool and all, but 4 hours of driving each way doesn't really agree with me at all.
We left yesterday at about 6:30 AM. Drove in the charter buses (thank god) and got to Stratford quite a while after. We got to wander around the city for two hours until the first play, it was pretty cool, I found this little mom and pop diner and got a really good sandwich, I bought a caramel apple from a chocolate shop, and I gave the rest of my money to a guy playing violin on the street. Then we went and saw the Hunchback of Notre Dame. It was by far the better of the two plays we saw, it had everything, action, romance, suspense. I loved it.
Then we went to dinner, I had a hamburger, and there was water in wine glass shaped bottles at each table... I think the shape of those bottles, and drinking water in wine glasses had a mild, but similar effect to actually drinking wine, everyone ay my table at least was acting a lot more loony then usual. After that we saw Taming of he Shrew, it was set in a western setting instead of old England, and while some parts were good or funny, most of it was kinda long winded. I can't say I agree with the message of the play either, but it was written a few hundred years ago, so it's excusable. I'd say the best part of that play was when me and the girl I was sitting next to kept hitting on each other, before we both started to nod off anyway.
We got back on the buses and drove home. The kids I sat next to vanished to the back of the bus, so I got both seats to myself, and I would have fallen asleep if they hadn't insisted on playing The Two Towers on the TVs. So, we arrived home in Fenton at around 2:30, me and Joe drove home, and I fell asleep within minutes of lying down in bed.
- Posted by Jeff at 12:15 PM -
Tuesday, October 07, 2003
Helping teens help themselves...
Ok, I'm interning at a counseling center in town, and the lady whom I work for asked me to research a few things. And she posed a question to me to think about and get back to her.
She basically pointed out that since most teenagers (and realistically, someone of any age, but she wanted to focus on teens) are really hesitant to seek out help for their problems, even bad ones. So her question was how can the Psychological and Counseling society seek to help teenagers that may need assistance in their lives, but who won't go out and ask for it?
Frankly, I can't think of a damn thing, anyone have any ideas?
- Posted by Jeff at 1:44 PM -
Monday, October 06, 2003
So two guys walk into a bar...
...You think the second one woulda seen it.
I did my Senior Interview today, basically told me all the stuff I already know that I have to do, but it was required so I was stuck. Still gotta pass part of the MEAP test, this state mandated test thing, it's stupid, but if I pass this last part I'll get $2,500 towards college, and I'll take anything I can get.
Stratford trip is Friday, huzzah. Oh, and I'm gonna find a new job, it's utter crap that I only got one day of work this week.
- Posted by Jeff at 6:37 PM -
Saturday, October 04, 2003
How does dad's comp get so infected?
Good thing we're here to help, our dad's comp had some serious bad stuff goin on in the background. He got infected with some Kazaa aided worm, this one to be specific: W32.Benjamin.Worm. So we had to fix it, and boy was it a bitch to do.
We got the convertable! Dad's not gonna let us take it home until spring, so we're stuck with the Sunbird, or the silver car he just got if he sells the Sunbird. I want to drive that thing now... stupid winter. It's all blue and cool, needs a bit of work, all the windows don't roll down right, and I think we blew the fuse that controlls the top, but there's nothing major to fix.
- Posted by Jeff at 4:29 PM -
Friday, October 03, 2003
Cloudy days are depressing
It's cold and windy outside, but not raining... these are my least favorite kind of days. It just brings you down so much, so hard to have high spirits when the sun refuses to shine over the world.
I'm going to dad's tonight, gotta buy overpriced gas so I can drive up to see him. At least I have a new car to look forward to. =D A Sunbird Convertable, but it won't be doing much converting this year, wish he woulda found it a few months ago.
- Posted by Jeff at 1:55 PM -
Thursday, October 02, 2003
Lookit!
I made it work using my vast array of technical skills (read: I messed with it for half an hour)
