By jaredhead on March 6, 2010
Will it ever end?
That’s a question I ask myself on a near nightly basis. I’m not sure what my problem is. Has the fun of writing this short novel worn itself thin or am I just stalling to try and continue this experience that has changed me for the better forever.
It really has. I’ve changed too damn much since I started this “novella” back in November. It’s been a rocket of introspective thought and a becon to remind me that the doubters are simply there to push you even harder to the finish.
2009 was a rough beginning but smoothed out by the end. 2010 is starting out even rougher. I don’t think I’ve ever had to deal with so much criticism from people who’s only interest is to cut my legs out from under me. It comes from all areas, all aspects and more importantly people who I used to think were friends but in retrospect: I was simply being played just like everyone else.
It’s been a positive experience to fold out of several games, even though for a few days I’d walk around with the verbal bruises like some kind of Rhianna wannabe. People tend not to throw punches senselessly, so listening to them has helped out, but in the end getting beat around is not the way to continue.
The key to survival is to get back on the horse.
I feel like John Wayne.
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By jaredhead on February 26, 2010
There’s this guy who is in my Astronomy class at college. He is very religious, and I only know this because he think’s it’s absolutely necessary to ram whatever Jesus-based religion he believes in down my throat like some kind of stomach-based enema. Mind you there are a lot of faiths based on Jesus, so there’s a wide range of places he could come from. But regardless, he makes statements that can only be understood as having last been said by the Ancient Greeks. Whatever he thinks he’s attempting to prove to me is not working. Sorry, I’ve got rational thought and logic on my side. Oh yeah, and that little thing called Science too, that helps.
So in order to show you what this man is made of, to show the fabric of his beliefs and core of his being, I have decided to document his greatest sayings. This man is a prophet, speaking to life whatever the heavily inebriated God he worships tells him. Let us call him Jesus Dude and this is First Testament: long may his ignorance reign ‘ore my class.
“Dinosaurs are a part of a vast fabricated conspiracy to rid the world of God and Jesus.”
“Have you ever seen ‘The Matrix’? Yeah, Obama is totally trying to make us all into 9-volts.”
“The Earth is really only 400 years old. I mean, there’s no proof of life before that period in time.
“Radiocarbon dating only works back to the 1950’s, any earlier and it’s a lie they’re telling you.”
“Alpha, Beta and Gamma particles are fallicies invented by man to try and interpret the Wrath of God.”
“A black hole can’t work because every hole I’ve dug has a bottom.”
“You know why we can’t get to the Earth’s core? Because the deeper you go the hotter Hell is.”
“You sure we live in a galaxy? It’s impossible to have something that big spinning.”
“Seriously? How can you get to the Moon when it’s not even there to begin with? Light takes time to travel, duh!”
From @gregstudt: @jaredhead Sad thing is if Jesus dude fails the course, he’ll say he was persecuted for his beliefs.
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By jaredhead on February 26, 2010
“I’ve had so much sex with girls that I’ve moved on to guys.”
I can’t think of anything wittier to top that.
Posted in Overheard at the College | Tagged college, comedy, guys, hetero, homo, much, people, say, sex, shit, so, spoke, spoken, voice, words
By jaredhead on January 31, 2010
1) The Dark – I don’t know whether with me to call it a fear of the dark or just a general uneasiness in darkness. As a kid bedtime was terrifying for me and it took something that generated background noise to finally lull me to sleep. This is something that I still have today, although my use of a fan is also to keep the air from getting too stale in my room. But yes, I still maintain a healthy fear of the dark.
2) Bees/Wasps – Just get them the hell away with me. I want nothing to do with them. As long as they stay the optimal distance away form me we’re cool. This all occurred after having a Carpenter Bee land on my face when i was very young. All the running around and smacking it would not get it off of my face and since then I have wanted nothing to do with stinging bugs, let alone flying bugs.
3) Needles – Now this is a bit of a selective one. Sometimes I can be perfectly fine with getting a shot, but other times it’s like I’m some kind of spy and they’re about to inject me with truth serum. During the corrective surgery on my foot in 2009 I was actually watching the doctor work from beginning to end without any anxiety. But when it came time at the dentist to inject my gums to numb those teeth, oh man, I was not having it. Maybe it should be more like “Needles being injected in places that I can’t see.”
4) Earthquakes – Living in Los Angeles you’d think I should be used to them. Rolling back over to sleep after a 5.7, but no. The thing about earthquakes is unlike most natural disasters you can’t predict when they’ll hit and more importantly when one starts you have no idea how much worse it’s going to get. It may continue for another 5 seconds or 10 minutes. They are the ultimate mechanisms of humbling you into realizing just how out of control nature really is in the concrete sprawl.
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By jaredhead on January 30, 2010
“I walk in and his fist was at least three-quarters of the way up her ass. I’ve learned my lesson: knock on the door and don’t fall asleep around him.”
Humanity has a future.
Posted in Overheard at the College | Tagged college, comedy, fisting, funny, heard, jokes, lol, over, overheard, porno, quotes, sex, wtf
By jaredhead on January 24, 2010
During discussions today a friend and I came to the conclusion that the art movement known as Mid-Century Modernism (my favorite) has almost no pretentiousness to be found within. My explination was long, drawn out, and something rather Harold Bloom-ish.
His was much better with its short, concise reasoning and sounds even better when spoken:
“That’s because all the designers are sitting in their mid-century modern bar with glass walls sippin’ on martinis. They’re not sitting their admiring their work either, that’d be pretentious. They’re getting shitfaced. In fact, one of them just vomited on a stool he designed.”
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged alcohol, architecture, art, century, drinking, literature, mid, mod, modern, modernism, movement, pretentiousness
By jaredhead on January 22, 2010
My absence over the past few days is attributed to catching the flu.
My advice: Get a flu shot.
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By jaredhead on January 17, 2010
That’s my goal for tonight: finish this fucking novel.
I’ve had about 6 Cokes, 2 Arnold Palmer’s, a individual alfredo chicken pizza and a full pizookie (Google it) with vanilla ice cream. If that doesn’t scream long haul I don’t know what to tell you folks.
It’s been a work in progress. What started as a NaNoWriMo idea (which I failed to complete in time) has turned into a introspective sharing of how and why I write. A deep, dark look in the suburbs and the revalation of their violence and drug fueled desires. Good music, badass Aston Martins and a dragon and raptor to boot.
Seriously, it’s balls.
And seriously, tonight it ends. I’ve said it so many times, but man, I feel it. This blog is a small warm-up for my writing tonight, and already I can feel that glow through the veins in me. My 180wpm fingers are in their locked and upright position. So son, let’s roll it all down and see what comes out in the morning. No sleep until I finish, hence the caffeine overload.
Let’s finish this bitch.
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By jaredhead on January 16, 2010
On a dark and stormy night, I was warned of its existence. Avoid if you can, satirize if you must.
But then again, isn’t it chicle cliche to avoid all the cliches?
Uh-oh, time to reconsider; amiright?
No, you’re wrong.
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By jaredhead on January 15, 2010
Ever have those moments when you’re working on something and the most unfitting, clashing kind of music comes on?
I’m sitting here writing about a car chase to gun battle in Downtown Long Beach while the theme to the video game Katamari Damacy (one of the few video games who’s music I enjoyed). Seriously, rolling things up with your godlike ball is completely relevant to people powerslidin’ near 200mph and eventual bullets whizzing through their long hair.
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