The Elusive Doodlie

Well ladies and germs, it's SO late and my brain is melting from heatstroke or some brain.. something. But here I am! Just for you!

I don't reeeeally have anything to write about, so I'll just post some random little doodlies. Doodlies are thoughts, I decided.

I've been trying so hard to write lately, but my brain just won't have any of it. I have lots of little doodlies about stories and characters and stuff, but it never turns out right. I was reading The Writer's Market, and they talk about types of writers' block. I fit into the "perfectionist" writing style, where I want it perfect the very first time I write it. It's hard to overcome, I tells ya.

I'm going to see Lady in the Water on Tuesday and I can't wait! I love Shyamalan's films.. they always spark something exciting and thought-provoking inside me. LUV LUV LUV! WEEEE! lol... oh boy.

Also speaking of that movie, Freddy Rodriguez is in it, and I LUV him too! He was in Six Feet Under, and I always thought he was so gorgeous. There's a picture of him on the Lady in the Water website that shows his arm, which is like the size of my BODY! *drools*

I'm staying awake because I have to register for my courses at 3:30am. The silly Memorial University registration dealy is down from midnight until 5am (newf time), for whatever reason (to torture me), so here I sit. I get to register today, so I'm gonna be the first one to do so. I'm getting these freaking courses damnit. They dun wanna mess wit ma children! Hahahaha, oh The Office! TEE HEE!

Well, time for eons of sitting.

--Jam

Bitching Past 400

Hey duders! This is my four-HUNDREDTH post! Isn't that insane? Why am I asking? Of course it's insane! Waaaaaaah! Yay for me and being completely random for over two years, and for you for reading it all! Yeeeehaw!

Anyways, my post today is about this guy I'm interested in (well, kinda). It's a long annoying story... so here it is!

I've already mentioned him in the wedding post about a week ago, so read there for the back story. Long back story short, I went to a wedding, the best man (Mike) was gay, he's hot and seems very great, therefore Jam wants. I'm going to talk about him because it's something going on in my life. I wasn't going to because I'm not sure if he reads this, but if he does, watch me care.

I finally got his MSN about a week ago and have been talking to him quite a bit. He told me that I should have never been told that he was single and curses to the bride for saying that. He rants about his boyfriend and their situation, about all the drama going on, he finally officially breaks up with the guy, but then whines and complains about how he wants him back and how he loves him, ra ra ra. Apparantly, according to other sources, the boyfriend treats Mike badly, and also apparantly, Mike is emotionally masochistic, but this is all heresay. (I think it's true, but that's besides the point.) Anywho, we've been chatting a lot; he messages me quite often for just meeting me. I invited him out with Nat and I on Friday night, and he was thinking about it, but he has a job interview on Saturday morning, so it's a no go.

Kay, things to say about all this:

I like him, but not as much as I did. He shows interest in me (or what I think of as some sort of interest, or whatever he is capable of showing in his current situation), but there's something off. I think he's very incomplete and is trying to fill that "void" with a boyfriend.

It really sounds to me like the emotional masochism is completely true, and I have no doubt that he'll go crawling back to the boyfriend, and I also have no doubt that the boyfriend will treat him just as badly. It completely worries me, but then again, it's completely expected, so there's not much I can do, especially in my position. I just think that, as an outsider looking in on the situation, Mike can really do better. I'm not saying that is dating me or being single or whatever, but I'm worried about him.

My thoughts on the situation are very jumbled because I don't know Mike that well, I don't know the situation inside and out, but all I know is that it just seems like he's lacking every bit of self-confidence that he should have, and that he's not fulfilling his full potential in a lot of aspects of his life. That's all up to him, and it's not my place to judge, but whatever.. it's my blog.

Lastly, on a very selfish note, I really really still like him. He's like the hot nerd that I always wanted to date, and it's just frustrating to not be able to. Call it bad timing or the wrong person altogether, but it's be a fun August if he let it be.

Well, that's my rant about that. I know it probably makes me sound like a horrible bastard, but ya know what, I never claimed to not be one.

--Jam the lovable horrible bastard

Listen to: Ramalama by Roisin Murphy.

PS: Omigosh! If anyone watched So You Think You Can Dance, my Travis almost got voted off! I think I'll die if/when he does. IF/WHEN!

Point Form

Yo peeps. So it's been a couple days since I did an update, so I guess I should post about something... here's what's new, in convenient little morsels:

:The guy I like, a LOT, isn't single. I think he's somewhat interested in me, but again, not single. I don't really know why I thought he was single in the first place? Maybe because he and everyone else made him out to be single. Go figure.

:My cat has gotten in the habit of sitting about five feet away from me beside my couch and staring at me until I go insane and throw something at him. Sometimes if I say "WHAT?" he mews and walks over, only to sit closer to me and stare. Some cats' kittens, I tell ya.

:My room is a complete disaster area. I don't think it's been this messy since I was living in the womb. Boy, that place was icky.

:Some dork is commenting on my post about The World's Smartest Person Challenge as if I haven't done questions properly and all this. You can view it, and my annoying discussion with him here. I haven't worked on the challenge in a while, but most of the ones that say "solved", I've solved, so screw you, mr. random person. He also spelled a bunch of words incorrectly, therefore he smells even more.

:Twenty-five more days of work left. I wish it was less, but yay for money and all that. Can't wait to get out of that place.

:I have to figure out how to do video blogs before I leave for Newfoundland. I wanna do them and have friends watch, and it'll make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I'll probably post them on YouTube so people can become obsessed with me too! Yay obsession!

:I'm skipping the gym today. I'm so sore in my shoulders and arms, but I guess that's a good sign, eh? About four people said I looked "broader" seperately! I enjoy that.

:I've decided to buy Lineage II and play it when I get to Nfld. It'll be something for Heidi and I to do, and I want a game to de-stress with. Warcraft has kinda ran its course.

:I think I left my sunglasses in my dad's car when I went with them on that "fun" family excursion this past weekend. Ugheroo.

:Five days 'til I finally get to choose my courses. I better get into all the courses I want, or there will be a rampaging Ontarian terrorizing St. John's in a month. Grrr..

Hmmmmmmmm, I'm done!

--Jam

Slap Jam - Crap Cam - Map Fam

Slap Jam

The weekend started out on Friday, as it normally does (surprising, eh?). Work that day had been horrific, and because it's all negative stories, I'll keep the stories short. A guy, an employee, told me to fuck off, basically because he doesn't like me, because I did nothing to provoke him, and Rada, my best friend at work, was fired, and finishes on August 4th. It's becoming a horrible place to work, and everything that seems to happen nowadays is like a slap in the face. I'm very glad I'm leaving it all behind, I must say.

I went straight to the GO station to catch a bus to Kitchener after work. The bus ride seemed to take absolutely forever and our bus driver shamelessly hit on a passenger sitting near the front the entire ride. I guess it was entertaining, but I much would have rather had peace and quiet. Lindsay picked me up at the station around 8pm, we rushed to get booze and food and then rushed back to her place to predrink (mmm we had daquiris, omigosh, drink from heaven.. if heaven has booze) and get ready (I looked fiiiiine.. per usual lol).

We took the bus, went to Vince and Cam's place to drink more, and finally left for the club around midnight. We met Nate there, and then the rest of the night is kind of a blur. I grinded with Nate for some of the night, so that was kinda hawt. Vince had taken to flirting with me very roughly though, and was like smacking me really hard lol. I had to explain to him that I'm a small guy, and that beating me up is a bad and very easy thing to do.

Although I was very drunk, I happily did not get sick. First time in a while lol.. (I'm becoming a lightweight overnight or something!)

Crap Cam

Lindsay and I drove back to Brantford, had some A&W, drove around for fun, and then finally decided to stop in at Williams and just chillax for a bit. I run over while she's in line and steal this booth in the corner with a window, and piss off a bunch of people while doing it (hahaha, too slow suckas!). We sit, drink our drinks, chat about whatever.

About half-an-hour after we had first sat down, we notice a car pull up into the parking lot and a kid, about two years old, jumps out, so we figure the parents will bring him in, sit down, whatever. Then we notice he's pulling down his pants, so of course we start laughing, like "kids are silly" laughter, 'cause they are. Anywho, then he proceeds to crouch down and POO on the ground! In the parking lot! Pooped! Like a big terd! In front of me and Lindsay and about eight other people in Williams! I don't know if the shock value is getting through, but OH MY GOD HE POOPED! Oh but wait, this gets better.

The kid then just pulls up his pants and jumps back in the car! The poop is just sitting on the ground! The guy in the car sat there and watched his kid poop, and then let his kid jump back in, and then just sat there and talked to some other guy through the passenger window. LIKE WTF? Obviously the "dad" knew that the kid needed to poop, so he let his son jump out of the car and poop on the ground which was fifteen feet from a public washroom? What are people teaching their kids? Like.. gah!

Anyway, the car just sits there for a long time and we're wondering what we should do. Should we tell someone? Should we go out and tell him off? Should we throw up.. a lot? Eventually a woman from another booth, who had also watched the entire thing, went and told the manager. As the manager, past her disbelief and disgust, was about to go out and see what the hell is the matter with people, a woman wearing a Williams shirt comes from around the building, jumps in the car, and they drive off. So that means it was probably her kid! Her kid who just POOPED in the parking lot of her workplace in front of a dozen customers!

Anyway, a couple girls who work there went out with a bunch of stuff and cleaned it up. I felt really bad for them to have to do that, but I guess it had to be done. They should put it in that girl's locker or something. I'm sure she's going to get a talking to, if not a pink slip.

Map Fam

Saturday night, I went over to my Nana's house for a short visit with my mom. They both proceeded to tell me I'm chubby now, so I left fairly early and went home. Mary, my stepmother from hell from heaven, called and wanted me to go out for my brother Josh's birthday, even though his birthday was about a month ago. I said yes, assuming it was to a restaurant, but no, it was to her brother's house, full of bibles, holy water, and anything else they could use to exorcize their heathen relative Jam.

Sunday they picked me up, late as usual, and after a lot of driving, we arrived at their house. As much as I think all of these people are very nice, they're all very slow, except my oldest brother Josh, who is just naive. They never talk about anything relevant besides children, maps, Tim Horton's, cars, and church. Oh, wait, also church, maps, children, cars, and Tim Horton's. Hmm, am I forgetting any? Oh cars and church, and sometimes... you get the point. They don't know about anything, so how can they talk about anything? The conversations are so dull and unintellectual, good lord. Good lord indeed. Plus, they don't drink! AT ALL! So I had to sit through an entire eight hours of inane chatter, children screaming, and church people with no alcohol!

That doesn't sound like a good lord to me! LOL! After that, I came home and drank a lot and went to bed. Now I get to go into work... I need another weekend.

The End! *whew*

--Jam

Bad Morning

Howdy-ho.

So I'm absolutely exhausted.. I think my brain died. I was up until about 1am, which isn't out of the ordinary for me, except that I forgot that I have to work at another branch today, so I missed four hours of sleep.

*LOL Okay, so I posted this, and then it just decided to cut this part out, so I'm going to rewrite it. If it makes no sense, that's why. Don't rush me!*

So I was in the newfie chat room last night, seeing what guys were around, and this very hot guy, 20, came in, so I messaged him, but didn't get a response. This is the way gay chat rooms work, you see. If you don't think someone is up to your par, you just don't message them back, rather than being even remotely polite and saying that you don't feel like chatting at the present time. (I was polite and said that to someone last night as well, and then he got very angry because I did say something rather than just blocking him, to which I responded "You're a goober.") Anyways, in the main room, someone had called him "cute", and he responded to this, but not very nicely. He was saying that cute is the brush-off compliment and that he'd rather be called "hot" or "a sexy bastard" or "amazing" instead. (Amazing doesn't specifically describe appearance, and I'm not calling some complete stranger a sexy bastard, sorry. "Excuse me? Hi there. You're a sexy bastard. Mind if I buy you a drink, or are you horribly mortified?")

I agree that when talking about a strange-looking pet or clothing, cute can be just the "yeah, whatever" comment. When it comes to people, I think it's safe to say that there shouldn't be this option, but that's just my opinion. I'm not saying you should go up to every ugly person you see and be like "Good lord you're hideous!", although some days I'd like to, LOL! Anyways, it starts up this whole debate, all thanks to a cocky jerkwad and a cute soon-to-be newfie.

Look! I stole these questions from Liz's blog. I don't really wanna answer them, but I'm awake so goddamn early that I have nothing better to do, lol. Go me!

1. When did you start blogging and why?
Started blogging in May 2004 because a friend of mine at the time had a blog, and I thought to myself "I could do one of those and do it better", so I did. I don't talk to him anymore, and his blog kind of died. No adoring fans.. such a shame.

2. How do you use blogging to build friendships?
Well, I've met a couple people through blogging, and right now only keep up with one. There was another girl I commented on for a while in Hawaii, but then she got really boring and stopped posting on mine, so I did the same. It's tough love, baby.

Hmmm, I guess I didn't really answer the question. Well, it's tough love, baby! <.<

3. How would you describe your writing style?
Ummm.. Jammish, lol. I write sort-of the way I speak, but not completely. In person I stutter a lot more and use more "crap"s and "yeah"s and "laughter". I also use little smileys or whatever and "lol"s for whatever reason, and I don't think I would say "colon, right bracket" or "ell oh ell" in person because that would make me a big freakhead. (A friend of mine used to say "lol" out loud and I laughed for eight years. I should write that down so I can make fun of her later today when I'm exhausted and delerious.)

I try to write so people laugh at what I'm writing because I'm a big lameface. Well, some days I don't, because I don't care if you laugh. You could cry or sneeze or barf for all I care. Actually don't barf, that's gross.

4. What don’t you write about? Anything considered a no-no in your book?
In my book, eh questionaire? Well I don't write about sex because no one wants to hear that. Everything else is pretty much fair game. Oh, and crocodiles.

5. How do you feel about meeting bloggers in real life? Are you nervous? Will you have great expectations?
Will I am great expectations? That doesn't even make sense, lol. Anywaaays, I'd love to meet Liz someday, but who knows if that'll happen since I'm moving to an island in the middle of nowhere. Am I nervous? Not especially. How do I feel about it? Hungry.

6. Have you written anything controversial? Is blogging controversial?
A couple of my rants got a "response", to which I say, *ahem*.. "lol". My smoking one got a couple people all riled up, but everything I write is true, so.. deal with it, lol. Oh, and blogging is about as controversial as maple syrup.

7. Are you and your blogging persona the same person?
My blogging persona, eh? Ummm.. I don't really understand the question. Do some people blog not who they are? Why would you even do that? Ew.

Wow, just now, I stared at the wall for about seven minutes. I have a feeling this is going to be a long, long day.

--Jam

Ready Steady

My flight is booked! September 1st, 5:15pm. Weeeeeee!

That's all.

--Jameeeeeee

World's Smartest Person

Quick post. I'm doing a challenge thingy called "The World's Smartest Person Challenge". 25 Questions. Open from July 1st to October 31st. The winner gets money and a membership to the High IQ Society and bragging rights. I really enjoy brain puzzles, so I'm gonna try hard and see where I place. Check back here to see my progress from time to time! (I'll put a link in the sidebar.)

Try it here. Good luck!

--The World's Smartest Jam

Progress:

Fourteen of Twenty-Five completed!

Over half completed! Woot woot!

1. Half-done. Freaking crazy.
2. Way too hard.. not even close.
3. Solved, due to an educated guess.
4. Riiiiight.
5. Solved. Very obvious.
6. Solved.
7. Solved, baby! My mind tripped over the answer.
8. Mmmhmm...?
9. It'll take some time, but I'll get it eventually.
10. Solved.
11. Too complicated for Jam.
12. My brain hurts.
13. Solved. Deceptively easy.
14. Solved, I think. Might be wrong..
15. I need to make little cut-outs for this one.
16. Solved easily.
17. Solved. Wow.
18. A lead, but still freaking confused..
19. Solved, I think.
20. What the dilly-o is this? Insane-o.
21. Solved, with a little help.
22. Solved, finally. Very long and frustratingly fun.
23. Solved.
24. Harder than it looks..
25. Solved, easily.

The Longest Wedding of My Life

Yesterday I went to my friend Becky's wedding. She's actually more Athena's friend and I was Athena's date. It was the longest day of my life lol or so it felt like. Here is a breakdown of the day (enjoy!):

The Pre-Wedding
I took the bus around 1:00pm to make it to the church for 1:30 because the ceremony started at 2. I wasn't sure what bus to take or where exactly it was, so I was being safe. It was blistering hot and obviously I was in formal wear (I looked f-ing hawt, btw), so I got kinda sweaty while waiting for the bus. Yummy! I rode the bus for a while and actually got on the right one on the first time (I'm a champ). I missed my stop by one or two stops, so I had to walk and get more sweaty for approximately five minutes. Yay pit stains!

The Church
I arrived at the church around 1:20pm. There was hardly anyone there except the pastors and they greeted me and slightly ignored me, so that's always fun. I sat in the foyer (if that's what you call the first room in a church) for a couple minutes until I realized that the ushers just weren't coming anytime soon and seated myself. There were actually two aisles, so I wasn't sure which "side" was actually the brides and the grooms because there were two sides and a middle, so I sat in the middle (lol, I'm a rebel).

The church was not air-conditioned, so that made for an even sweatier Jam. It was a strange looking church, and had some scripture painted on the wall about a church near Hell, which I thought was very odd. It was very basic, definitely not a "pretty" church, and not somewhere I'd have my wedding, but it had sentimental value for the bride, so I have no complaints besides the hot sticky temperature of death.

The Ceremony
The wedding finally started at 2:30pm. I was sitting alone because Athena was in the wedding party and I was completely roasting. The heat had given me a terrible headache, so throughout this entire day (until the booze at the reception), my head was pounding. The ceremony itself was very cute. It was apparantly Medieval-themed, even though I didn't see much of that besides the bridesmaids' dresses and that the groomsmen had swords on their backs, which I found interesting as well as nerdy.

The Receiving Line
The wedding was already awkward enough. My date was in the wedding party so for the majority of the day, I was alone, knowing no one but the bride and a bridesmaid. I went through the receiving line with a routine; shake their hand, ask them who they are, introduce myself, and say congratulations. Anything else could lead to strange awkward conversation, so if I limit myself, I'll be fine. Everyone's fairly normal, still awkward but not too awkward I suppose.

I got to the maid of honour and I said the same thing and she cuts me off and says "Oh, so you're the fabled James!"
I reply "O-oh? I didn't realize I'm fabled."
"Yes, you are. I think you're sitting with my mother at the reception."
So, it's very hot and I wasn't sure who this person was at all. I said "Oh, so you're Becky's sister?" because I figured why would some girl's mom just be invited to the reception? ..Because God hates me, that's why.
"What? I'm not related to Becky!" She was practically lecturing me.
"Oh, sorry it's just-"
"I'm Becky's friend."
"Okay." I moved on. Some people's kids, I tell ya. She might have said more, but I seem to have almost fully blocked that out of my memory. Thank Jebus.

The Photos
The bride's mom was my ride everywhere because a limo arrived for the wedding party. They had to go to get pictures done at this beautiful park up on the mountain, so we drove there and waited for the limo to arrive. After about half-an-hour of waiting in a sunny park of heatstroke, the parents realized that maybe they went to do the pictures at the reception hall first for some reason. We drive over and sure enough, the limo is there, and they're all standing around outside the limo. Apparantly the limo driver dropped them there first and then left to go somewhere, so we waited for him to reappear (he was in Blockbuster..), and then drove back to the park to do pictures. While the pictures were being taken at the park, I basically stood around and stared at the best man (topic to come later). Finally the parents were done their portion of the pictures, so we finally got to leave around 5pm.

The House
The reception wasn't starting until 6pm, so Shirley (bride's mom) had to go back to her house to finish sewing the going away dress, so of course, I was dragged along. Their house was a disaster, with leaves and bags and everything else everywhere, so I took two pills for my knife-in-the-brain headache, cleared a spot on the couch, and relaxed. It turns out I sat next to the sewing machine and ended up having to help Shirley slightly with the sewing, but nothing major. We left there around 5:45.

The Best Man
I'll update on this before I get to the reception. I was told prior to the wedding date that the best man is not only gay, but also attractive and a great guy, and single. I first saw him at the church and was immediately taken back because wow, he's a pretty li'l boy! LOL! I was trying not to stare at him during the ceremony, but it was kind of hard not to, I must admit. So long story short, me likey.

The Reception
I was seated at a table with a bunch of people that know one another. Charming. I basically kept walking back and forth between Athena at the head table and my table. The MC was the first to speak and he was terrible. I mean, I just don't get it lol. He was a man, probably in his fifties, and was not a good public speaker at all. I know at my wedding, I'm getting someone fun and entertaining, not someone balding and boring, but that's just me. The food was rancid, the chicken being undercooked and the everything else being bland as wallpaper. My headache was really taking over and I'm sure for a while there, I looked drowsy and sick. Yay me!

Once the speeches started, I was a little tipsy and the pills were finally starting to kick in. The speeches, I must admit, were terrific. Every person really did at least an okay speech, and more than half were very good. I know at most weddings the speeches are horribly boring, so congrats to Becky for choosing great people in that department. After they were done, I had drank almost an entire bottle of wine and was being much more "open" with my table and everyone else, lol. The dancing started and I was really starting to have a great time. I did the macarena with a line of people I didn't even know, including a hot groomsmen who was the DJ, Luke, so that's always fun and hot, LOL! It seemed that a lot of the people left very early on, but a lot of the good people stayed 'til the bitter end with me, so that's good.

I was finally introduced to the best man Mike (this will be the fourth Mike I have liked or dated.. good lord), and we really hit it off right away. We were drinking wine out of the bottle (one of the bridesmaids had yelled at me for wanting to do that, but then Mike gave me permission, so I had an excuse lol), we danced a lot, and by the end of the night we were bantering back and forth like we already knew each other. Alcohol is the best thing ever for helping me with that, because normally talking to a cute boy would have made me want to barf, so yay lol.

It all ended around 10:30. On the way out, I realized I had forgotten to give him my number, so while he was walking in front of me, I pulled on his arm and said to him closely, "Can I give you my number?" He said of course, but neither of us had a pen, but he said email one of the bridesmaids for it, so I did. I'm waiting for it lol.

The Long Walk
Athena and I decided to walk to the office she works at (and that I used to work at) which belongs to her parents so that she could drop off stuff, and then we could bus it to my place. We walked for maybe half-an-hour to the office, stayed there for ten or so, and walked out to the bus stop. We waited there for probably a 1/2 hour before realizing that it probably wasn't coming. We started walking and before we got to the Jolly Cut (which leads down the mountain), we saw two buses go in the opposite direction. We figured that they would have to loop around, so again, we waited.

We waited.. and waited.. and waited. We looked at an ant hill killing a bunch of silverfish and got grossed out. We saw a bush across the street that looked like a person and yelled at it. We complained about the bitches at the wedding. We finally determined that we should just walk home. We walked all the way down the mountain and to my house, which, for those of you who are Hamilton-illiterate, is a very long walk.

The End
We arrived at my house and basically crashed without thinking, lol. We realized it was 3 o'clock somehow and were scared that time was scary. I emailed hottie in my aired-out drunken stupor and then went to bed. Athena left this morning, and I am ready for a nap and ready for a date with a hot best man.

Damn that wine was tasty!

--Wedding Jam

Titleless

Evenin' cowboys.

So I just went for dinner at Slainte's (which is pronounced Salonches for some reason), and I feel so sick. We ordered calamari (ew, never again) and then I had a burger, which was actually barf on a bun, but they neglected to tell me that, so go figure, I feel sick. I went with my friends, whose names are Roberta and Andrew *WINK WINK*, who have recently become my after-work possé. We don't ever really do much.. we have three different conversations because none of us really care what the others have to say, even if it's important. We always seem to buy food or drinks, but I never seem to pay because I'm very poor lol. I never am the one to suggest we go out, so since I'm being dragged along, I don't feel too badly about that.

Hmmm, I really have nothing to write about. Andrew was asking me about why I blog, and I don't really know why. Something to do, I guess... *shrug*.

50 Days 'til I leave for Newfoundland. You know you'll miss me. Especially Liz.

--Jam

Explosive Dreams

1.
I'm on this team of people who are like heroes or something. We're in this building searching for this bad guy and we're running up and down the stairwells looking for him. Finally we find him and we take him to the cafeteria. His badguy partner is there and then they start laughing and run off (why we didn't stop them is beyond me). Then we see a machine sitting on one of the tables and we realize they ran to the tower to blow up civilization! So we start fiddling with the machine so that we can disable the explosion or something, and I say "There's no way we can do this before society explodes," and they're all like "Yes, we can, we ca-" and then we hear a big boom and look over and we all get vapourized. Charming, eh?

2.
I'm in this building with a bunch of other guys and we're all wandering around wondering why it's so dark and why we're there in the first place. We get to a room full of weapons, like guns and knives and stuff, take a bunch (why not? lol), and continue on.

We get to another room and a bunch of guys align together and realize that in order to get out of the building, we need to kill everyone else! So the three guys start chasing me and this other guy, trying to kill us so that they can be the only ones left and then kill each other lol. I run into this dark stairwell with the other guy and crouch down. We then realize that we didn't grab any weapons besides a tiny knife, so I'm thinking "wonderful, I'm going to die twice in one day!", which really makes no sense and makes reference to my first dream which I didn't think was possible, but apparantly it is lol. I decide to bolt down the stairs since I hear them coming. By the time I get to the bottom, I hear shooting and the guy I was with screaming, so I take it he died lol.

I find the final room (yeah I don't know either) and wait there to see who my rival's going to be. The door opens and it's the guy who figured out that we had to kill each other to win in the first place. He says that we should have sex before we kill each other because we won't get a chance to later (because we'll be dead, obviously), so we go into a bedroom to the right of the final room (how convenient!) and do it. When we're done, I realize he's a woman. I think that scared me enough to wake up lol.

Both dreams in one night. ...I'm tired.

--Jam

Voyage

Hey Ranger Joes!

So it's almost 3am and here I be. I fell asleep around 7 o'clock and now I'm awake and have basically nothing to do. Wrote a couple paragraphs, but my brain is super asleep, so I'm done with that for the night. I might play Warcraft later (lol yay nerddom).

Athena came down for some of the weekend and we had an alright time. We may open a café in a couple years, so we were collaborating on ideas. I have an idea in my head of what I see it as, so maybe one day it'll be a reality? Who knows! We seemed to run out of stuff to do by Sunday evening, but we watched The Family Stone, and that movie is so good that I could watch it everyday until I croak.

I ordered a book called The Writer's Market and I'm so excited to get it. It's on publishing a novel, and the proper ways to go about it. I think if I read it and see that it is possible, my writing will really develop and become more of a priority, because right now it seems like getting a novel published could only happen in a magical fairy land.

I got a free sample of Voyage by Nautica from my friendly neighbourhood cosmetician and it smells like heaven in a tiny bottle. If anyone wants to buy me a present just for being me, I'm all up for that!

Well, maybe I'll go be a mage for awhile and then head back to bed. C'est la vie.

--Jam the Mage

When The Stars Go Blue

I'm bored. Athena's sposda be here, like, an hour ago lol. I hope she's not lost in the confusing one-way-ness of Hamilton.

Hmmm, nothing to post. I cleaned house today for my messy roommates. Joy to that? Cleaned my room (sorta) too. I start moving stuff out next weekend. My move is coming up fast! XD

Okay bye lol.

--Jarm

Listen to: When The Stars Go Blue by Tim McGraw. Thanks to Liz's Myspace, I heard this amazing song and it's so perty! I don't like Tim normally, but this is something special. Check 'er out, or else.

My My My

Hiiiiiiiiiii!

You're so special that you get that many i's! Aren't you happy? Arencha? (I made up that word, ya know.)

So, I made a Myspace! Yaaaay! It's not actually that yay, but it's some yay. It took me a while to figure out how to change colours and simple n00b stuff like that, but I worked it out, 'cause I rock the casbah. Here it is, enjoy! Oh, and while you're there, look at all my many friends! LOL Well, by many I mean 4, and by friends, I mean one friend, one ex, one person I don't know, and BROOKERS! *freak out* Hahahaha, kay if you don't know who Brookers is, you're lamer than me for knowing who she is. She's on Youtube and makes crazy hilarious videos and I love her more than Rice Krispies!

My OSAP is paid off! Yaaaay! Goodbye jerkwad loan! Mwaaa hahahahaha! Now I move onto my TD loan *sigh*. They'll all be gone someday *dreams of a magical time with fairies and alcohol rivers*.

Owooooch! Doncha hate it when a zit is coming in and it hurts. I sure do! Hahaha, I just thought I'd mention that, because it's important to civilization.

In one month I'll be able to afford my laptop! Two paycheques away! Eeeeee! (That's an excited noise, not an "eeee, a spider me see!")

Hahahahah! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh boy, I got too much sleep. I had this insano dream that I was in an RPG (Role Playing Game, le duh) and Brian Vos and Loretta Gill were in my party and we had to search for this village that was really well hidden and it was like the Red Brick Village or something equally lame that my brain came up with. So anywayers, we found someone who told us where it was and we crossed over this bridge and climbed up these cliffs and found the village. There were all these people there that were all pixelated and we fought them because that's what you do in an RPG! Then we found this weird pool, so of course we just jump in and swim around, and then the one wall dropped off and it turned into this waterfall thing and we all panicked and fell out! It's scary, I know! But then Brian and Mike Wong (I don't remember him being on this trek, but he was there) thought it was fun and they got angry at me for thinking it was scary. I think that's it.

Well punkins, I'm off to shower me and clothe me and work me. Bye!

--Jam me

PS: On my Myspace, which you should have checked out by now, I have "My My My" by Armand Van Helden playing, and it rocks. If I ever get around to redoing my Top 100 Songs, it will be on it somewhere. No lies! I dun do dat!

The Music of My Life

Open your music player, make a playlist of tons of your favourite songs and put it on shuffle. Start it up, and each song that plays is the song for the following category. Here 'goes.

Opening credits: Turn Back Time by Aqua

Waking up: The Dream Within by Lara Fabian

Average day: Suburbia by Kelly Osborne (Totally on the mark!)

First date: What Took You So Long by Emma Bunton (Hahahah, I swear I'm not cheating!)

Falling in love: This Woman's Work by Kate Bush (Umm..)

Fight scene: Don't Let It Go To Your Head by Fefe Dobson (LOL I have happy fights!)

Getting back together: I'm Not Ready to Make Nice by Dixie Chicks (LOL, no making up for me!)

Secret love: Adiemus by Enya (I always thought this would be a hot secret affair song..)

Life's okay: 17 Years by Ratatat

Mental breakdown: Love Comes Again by DJ Tiesto (Yeah, it's not working anymore.)

Driving: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk (I don't drive..)

Learning a lesson: Walking on Broken Glass by Annie Lennox

Deep thought: Truly by Delerium

Flashback: Day One by Sarah Slean (That works I guess.)

Partying: You Never Know by Marly (RIGHT ON!)

Happy dance: Where No One Knows Me by Jann Arden

Long night alone: Fool of Everyone by Jet (Awesome.)

The end: Al Otro Lado Del Rio by Jorge Drexler


...sure.

I do love my party song, my average day song, and my first date song. It kiiiinda worked.

--Jam

Bank Bang

Hullooo,

So, I'm fuming. Not fuming like smelly fumes, but fuming like angry. Here's why:

At the bank, we're divided into teams so that we can give cash amongst each other and close as a team at the end of the night. Because there are about twelve tellers, we're divided into three teams of four people. My team hadn't been balancing, so when this happens, they start to break down the teams to try to filter out the person who is not doing their job correctly. While I know this isn't me, I have to go along with this so that they can determine that it's not me. Right now, I'm on "contra", which means that I don't have a team so they can check up on me and make sure it's not me. In order to do this, I have to close and balance five minutes early so that I can pass my cash onto another team so that they can count it and include it in their cash.

Now you know the back story. Here's what happened today:

I close at 4:25, like every other day. There are no customers when I close, but a couple show up while I'm closing. There are five tellers still open dealing with customers, so those in line should be gone in no time. I couldn't serve them even if I wanted to because I need to close.

I count all my cash, and as the last customer leaves, one of my coworkers comes over to me and says "Did -the supervisor- say you could close early?"

I reply, "No."

"Are you in until five?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"So am I, and I have to stay open until the last customer leaves."

"I've been told to close five minutes early because I'm on contra. I need to transfer my money to team one and get them to count it."

"Well you shouldn't be closing early."

What? "What? I need to close early so I can pass off my cash. -The Supervisor- told me to when she put me on contra."

"Well you don't stay 'til five every night, and I work right until five."

"I work until five."

"Not every night."

The nights I leave early are because I've balanced, closed, and everything that needs to be done is finished. Everyone leaves earlier on those days. I leave earlier than other tellers by maybe thirty seconds because I don't have cash to take to the vault when I'm on contra.

I'm so sick of people sticking their nose in where it doesn't belong, being insensibly rude, and just being completely petty. I could have said to this particular person, who left before me today, that she leaves very early compared to some of the other tellers and everyone knows it. I could have told her that she complains throughout the day about how much life sucks and she's a depressing and negative person to be around. I could have told her to fuck off and mind her own business. ..but I didn't.

She apologizes tomorrow or I talk to my supervisor that I can't concentrate with people butting into my work. I normally would say that I shouldn't sink to her level, but ya know what, when someone is being outright rude and is telling me that I'm not working as hard as everyone else and that I get off early, they're pushing me too far. Unless you know for a fact that what I'm doing are the wrong procedures, which would be beyond my knowledge, then I don't want to hear a peep out of you.

And that my friends is my frustration of work. I ranted to Sherri's twin sister who was waiting for her outside and I think she got a little scared because I was so angry. Hahahaha.. ohh good times!

--The Angry Jam

The Publishing Gods Taunt Me

Howdy doodies.

So it's 4am, I know. I've been up reading articles and websites on how to find a literary agent, how to get a book successfully published, etc. My brain is on full-crazy-thinky mode now. I even found a publisher, Publish America, that I think is a total scam. It's absolutely gigantic, and I'm sure it pays the authors royalties and stuff so it seems legit, but under careful investigation, I found on their message board that the successful writers who get their works published through PA can't even track their sales! They get figures every six months or something insane like that, and PA could easily be altering them. INSANE!

Anywho, I'm making a pledge to myself that from now on, I will work on my writing five times a week, and I'll have something finished and ready to send out by December. Deal, self? Deal.

..or no deal? Haha, silly Howie. Does anyone still watch that show? It got old fast for me. And now bed.

--ZzzJzzam

The Art of Noise

Howdy fandom!

Well I haven't posted all week! Crazy, I know. I think that last week of posting everyday kind of pooped me out. What kind of saying is that anyways? "Pooped out"? It's actually very disgusting lol. Like, when you have poop, why would you have more energy? If my poop is out, I would assume I'm lighter and would have more energy?

Anywho.. a bunch of stuff:

First off, I'm obsessed with YouTube. For those of you not in the know, it's a site where people can upload videos on, well, anything! I'm especially a fan of this girl Brookers. She does just random crap, but some of it is so hilarious and I wish I was her lol. Just from her online videos because she was so popular, she got a contract with the Carson Daly show and is going to be doing segments on the show. How amazing is that? I need to get started on some big life plan thing so that I can be cool like her too. Deal? Deal.

Hmmm what else you say? Well, hold onto your hats or your hair or your scalp, 'cause here it comes! My cat rocks! lol.. hmm what else can I actually talk about. OH! The Art of Noise, apparantly big in the 80's, came on my Pandora and they're freaking amazing! It's like techy ambience music and it's so fun! Try to find something of theirs if you can. It's superfantastic!

So You Think You Can Dance is my absolute favourite show ever now! It's so amazing the things these people can do! I've decided I will finally take the plunge and jump into dance this fall at Memorial, providing they have dance classes available. Nat's supposed to come show me some basic steps, but she's a slacker, so I'll have to stay on her case. (PS: I want hair like Trevor on this show.. mm)

I finally choose my courses for school in a couple weeks. I can't believe how late they leave it. All I can say is that I had better get the courses I want or else Jam will be openin' a can o' whoopass and apostrophes on their tooshies. My new roomie's MSN said something along the lines of that she's going out to party this weekend, so I'm glad she's not a homebody and she does get drunk. Sounds like we'll get along juuuuust fine.

I've started writing a new story. My juices finally started flowing one day when I was just talking online. It's kind of a broken love story between two men (why not write about something I know? lol) and I think it'll be pretty good. My goal is to have something published by the time I'm done school in three years. It'll help with my loans and everything and I'm doing it. I'm going to force myself to write instead of playing games or watching TV. If I ever find myself watching TV for no reason, I'm going to slap myself and go write. Well, maybe not physically slap myself, but I'll get up all the same. Slapping hurts.

There's a debate on K2XL about religion. Whoever thought that it would be a great idea to just bring up religion for debate is a moron. The atheists are attacking the Christians with Big Bang, the Christians are attacking the atheists with very shallow points, and I'm kind of in the middle since I'm neither. Some people didn't even know what agnosticism was, so I had to calmly explain what it was. One guy is even trying to say that there is concrete evidence that the Big Bang occurred. *sigh* It just hurts my brain. I don't care if someone believes in either, but I mean don't say the other is "wrong". That's why I love being agnostic because I can step back and call them all pushy and annoying. LOL!

So I was trying to come up with a name for a character in the story I'm writing, so I went onto a names site with Leanne. Apparantly her name means "gracious plum" hahahaha! Ohhhh my. Mine, although I've read in countless places that it meant "leader", it now means "supplanter", which is one who is a leader, but usurped the leader before me.

Just wonderful lol. That's all for today kiddlies!

--Jam the Usurper *watch out!*

Listen to: Unfaithful by Rihanna.