Stairway to Heaven

Today is John "Bonzo" Bonham's birthday. He was born in 1948 and died in the late 70's (I want to say 1978 or 1979?). He was the drummer of Led Zeppelin until he decided to drink 40 shots of Vodka and then catch a few Zzz's. The poor bastard choked on his own vomit. Now that's some serious shit.

Do you want to be rich and famous? If so, please take care and when you hit the big time, take your brain with you...don't think that just because you're in the heaviest band ever that you can get away with drinking that much booze and living to tell the tale.

Working for a living

So tomorrow will be my last day of my first day back in the old rat race. I'm tired (I worked 48 hours this week). I rode a Segway, a golf cart, co-wrote a police report, and chatted it up with a bunch of weirdos. Fun, fun, fun. I thought I was getting paid, but I have to wait until the first week of June. Which means I'm going to be running around with only $2.98 for a little while longer.

Ah, poverty...it sucks.


I went cothes shopping tonight, and picked up a rad (yes...I write words I would never use in real life) pink shirt for $7.11 at KOHLS, which is a cheap/great place to shop. Sure, the clothes are all no-name, cheap stuff. I'm almost embarassed to say that I shop their. Case in point, a chick in my Spanish class last semester came up to me after class and asked where I got my belt at...I told her and she was "Oh..." and just walked away. Guess I'm not cool enough to be in her Tommy Middle Finger-fuck you club, or whatever.

RANDOM complaint: I hate people who call WAL-MART--"WAL-MARK"


Jacob and Michael have purple mohawks! This is the world we are living in today, get used to it people.

Overall, I'm doing okay. My girlfriend is about to leave for a while (back to St. Louis). I'm going to be all alone out here...just working my butt off. Kinda crappy, but there are worse ways to spend your time/life. Right?

Jason Update--SUMMER TIME/NEW JOB/VACATION

Well, I got my grades today...I did pretty good (2 A's, 2 B's). Could have been better, could have been worse. On the job front, I'm back at Uni-Guard. Security work sucks, but the pay is awesome! You can't beat $10.00 an hour, and all you need is a High School diploma. Why did I even bother to get the Associates? Or the Bachelor I'm working on? I can just guard shit until I'm dead!

Anyway, I moved back home about a week ago. KC sucks compared to St. Louis. Me and my girlfriend have been hanging out. I'm tired because all this week I've been running around downtown, getting my job back. Meetings, fees, licensing, etc. I'm happy about the hours, I'm working 7AM to 3PM. So I don't have to live like a zombie/vampire like I did 9 months ago when I worked the graveyard shift. That's really good. The bad news is, day shift sucks because there are people crawling all over the place, constantly watching over you. Your boss, your bosses boss...the client is always sticking their noses up your ass. Security work is bad (like intelligence work) because people never hear about the successes....only the failures. Maybe someone is going to break into a parked car, but they see you and bail at the last minute. Crisis over, never happened. But, let's say, you a crying...pregant woman comes up to you and begs to see her husband...you call him down from his office and she shoots him. oops, you fucked up.

I hate it beacuse you have to constantly suspect everyone of everything. I hate that, I try to be positive about people. I try to give people the benifit of the doubt.

TOMORROW-my family (minus one of my sisters) is going on a little vacation to Nashiville, to see a relative graduate from High School. Long car ride with my girlfriend and my family=trouble (I'm sure). I hope everything goes alright. I'm sure something will go wrong, because that's just the way it is. oops, positive...stay positive...I can't believe my cousin is old enough to be a High School Grad. That just blows my mind.

Speaking of my trip, I have to go try on my work pants...and then I have to go and pack a bag...so I'm going to have to stop writing now. I'll probably not write on here for another week or so...after being idle for months, my life is suddenly picking up speed (like a runaway freight train). So, in case I don't see you--good afternoon, goodevening, and goodnight.

Thus Ends Another Chapter (This Place is Empty)

Well I finished my first year at a University today. I'm not going to waste time/energy saying what I've already said...that it was better than I thought it would be...that I did a bunch of stuff...that time goes so damn fast (it does). I'm broke, my car is broke, I'm worried my old job may not want me back...that my next semester here is going to suck (Spanish II=crap). Part of me wants to go, part of me wants to stay. Today is my last full day in St. Louis...probably for 3 months.

My room still needs a lot of work...tonight I'm staying up late packing and cleaning. But already, this place is empty. It sounds like most of the people are leaving tonight/today. I'm going to be one of the last people to leave (as usual). But what the hell, I'm paying to be here until tomorrow at noon, so why not stay?

I can already tell that these past nine months were really sweet/good times...and that someday (like today) I'll look back on them and envy myself. I had it really good. I hope the good times keep rolling on, but I know that's impossible. The hammer has to drop sometime. I'm trying to be optimistic about the summer. I never thought a time would come when I'd dread summer. Weird, huh? That's part of getting older. Like Christmas and my birthday, summer has lost it's magic. It's just another day, another dollar. Crap...I am trying to be optimistic...right?

Later St. Louis, see you in August.

A stupid gripe...about girls in big white sunglasses...

This is really lame, but I have to get this off my chest. I really hate, and I'm using the word HATE...girls in big, white sunglasses. I don't know where this fashion came from. Maybe I should be pissed off at Britney, whoever got chicks doing this should be shot. For one thing, they're usually so big they look like a Halloween prop. They make a girl's head look shrunken and sickly. The white color against a tanned forehead makes me want to puke (for some reason). And they are really, really pretencious looking overall.

I guess I'm just getting to be a grouchy old man. I feel really dumb for even committing these thoughts to my blog's electronic paper. But now that it's getting nicer out, all I see are these stick thin, super tanned, bitchy looking girls walking around with these huge things on there faces and they look stupid. So, I guess that's all I have to say about that. Sue me.

Last Day

Today is my last day of class and next week are finals. I can't believe how fast my first year at a University went. Seems like yesterday I was scouting the place out, getting sick and having my sister and mom drive me to the school. Hawaii. My quitting my old job back in KC. Time is a funny thing, it just keeps on passing me by.

I guess I did a lot these past 9 months. Acutally, I really did do a lot. I got to do some traveling. I made some new friends. I wrote for the school paper. I was on TV because I won an essay contest (okay, 3rd place). I met my girlfriend.

Being here is nothing like I thought it was going to be, it's better for the most part. I remember being really nervous about coming out here. I thought it might have been a mistake, but now I see I did the right thing. I like it here. I'm happy.

Mission Impossible 3---Low Expectations yeild happy returns

So I just got back from seeing MI3. It was actually really good. My girlfriend made the comment that it seems to be best if you go into things with low expectations...because usually you seem to be happier when you do. I didn't think it was going to be BAD, per say, but I didn't expect to like the film as much as I did. I wish there was a way to seperate people from movies. Their private lives I mean. Tom Cruise is coming off as a whack job these days, and that's sad. As a kid, he was always in a lot of my favorite movies. I never thought a day would come when I'd cringe at the sight of him on TV. He's just so fake. At least, he seems fake. His religion (I use the term loosely) is offensive because it seems to strange/money oriented. I don't know...I think I like books better because there is so little hype. So little knowledge about the author AS A PERSON. I'm sure I've read and enjoyed books written by people FAR more unsavory than Tom Cruise...thing is...I don't have those people crammed down my throat 24/7 by TV and magazines. This whole "TomKat" thing is really stupid. I guess I'm old school, in that, actors should act and not appear on my morning/nightly newscasts. I don't want to hear about anything an actor does unless it's about acting OR unless some sort of crime has been comitted. In the old days, the private lives of celebrites was unknown by the vast majority of the public. Reporters acutally LEFT THINGS OUT of reports if they were asked to. Do you think JFK's affairs were unknown by the newsmen of the day? Of course not. Everyone knew he was screwing around. Thing is, people weren't interested in that stuff. It would tarnish the office, ect. Hollywood used to carefully make up and create images/personas for their actors. There caricatures were all the public knew of their idols. That was fine, I think, because these things never got in the way of the job they did on the silver screen. We've become obsessed with celebrity these days. We have aisle after aisle of magazines dedicated to what celebs EAT, DRINK, FUCK, SAY, ect. That's such a sad, sorry, waste of time. Why are we such voyers? Don't we get enough time with them on film? Or on TV? Is your life so sad, that you have to live someone else's? I guess it's similar to going to the movies. I guess it's just another type of escapism. But it's still so crude and creepy.

Anyway, I lost my focus here. Mission Impossible 3 is everything it should be. It's a nice, aciton/adventure flick with pleanty of twists and turns. There's a couple of nice capers, fights, and some (surprisingly) nice emotional parts. The movie has one of the best openings I've seen in a while (no, it's not a massive piece of action/pyroteknics). Right away you're drawn into the STORY and the CHARACTERS. The villian was a little weak (or should I say Villans). I guess the main problem isn't that he's weak, just that his motivations are left unexplored. Now that I think about it, the film is actually a lot like TRUE LIES. If you remember that movie, think basic story...minus all the comedy. It seemed really long, but in fact was only like 2 hours. There was no previews, however I did just watch the new James Bond movie's trailer. I can't make up my mind. Everything looks good, but the new Bond. I don't like his hair! What a dumb reason to not like someone, but it's too short, too blond, and styled all wrong. Dumb reasons, but I have this image of Bond and blond is not that image. Anyway, I'll go see and probably end up liking it. Why? Because I have low expectations.

Movies

Well tonight I'm going with my girlfriend (and some of MY friends) to see a sneak preview of Mission Impossible 3. I'm pretty excited, I haven't gone to a movie in a long time. I wouldn't PAY to see this movie, because Cruise has turned into a crazy, freak (and I don't want to encourage that) but the tickets are FREE! We get to take a little car trip, because the theater doing the special showing is in another city. Another reason I'm excited is because they're showing it on one of the BIG BIG screens. Yeah!

I can't wait for Da Vinci code to come out later this month, too. That should be pretty good (see previous post). In other strange movie news, my Dad and little sister recently got into the Lord of The Rings series. Which, I think is really cool. I tried a couple of times to try and get my Dad to watch it...but they are really long and I guess it intimidated him. Plus, they are really geeky. But I like them not for the wizards and dragons, but the message the films have. Post 9/11 I found the films comforting, with their message of "no one wants to live in dark times...do the best you can to fight evil...and that even the smallest person can make a difference." I didn't agree with the Oscar the last one got (for Best Picture)...I think they gave it out because they felt bad for pretty much ignoring the series up until that point. They knew they the last one was the final time they could recognize the films. I personally think the first one is the best. But that's just my opinion. My biggest complaint with those movies is that they never really end on a "to be continued" type note. The first two both end very optimistically, and that really let me down. I like The Empire Strikes Back because it ends so badly for the good guys. You really want to pop in Return of the Jedi just so you know everything is going to be okay. Is Han Solo dead? Is Darth really Lukes Daddy? When I saw Fellowship of the Ring they showed a trailer for The Two Towers right after the movie...you saw Gandalf fighting and talking! You knew he wasn't dead!!! Sure, I mean, I knew he wasn't dead too (after all, I had read the book) but it was still a bit of a let down...that there wasn't a let down. I'm weird.