Good Things

I'm in the college library right now, waiting to study with Allison Perry. The guy right next to me looks like that evil cop in the Terminator movie, the evil cop who was the liquid metal dude. And this guy even has a sweet flat top.

I guess to quit being so cynical I shall list four things that make me happy, two of them being "praise reports" if you will, will you?

1. Sunday is the perfect day for listening to Death Cab For Cutie.
2. Sunday is the perfect day to drink beer.
3. I prayed about a test that I was certain to fail. Outcome: 83
4. I worried that I wouldn't have much money left after eating dinner with my family for my mom's birthday. Outcome: My mom took the bill.

On A Sunday

I saw a place in my journal where I had a dream once where Reeve was playing Air Guitar to Jimmy Eat World's On A Sunday. I remember smiling alot in that dream.

Today I went to church for the first time in a long time, the sermon was about building a new building, for "outreach". There was a Scripture thrown in the middle of the sermon, and afterwards at the ground breaking ceremony he talked about how the church needed people to meet their financial commitments to the project and then something that rung a tone in my ears as such, "The more you give, the more God consecrates you." Let's not forget the sentimental keyboard music stirring in the background. Revolting.

Do churches still do that thing called "the Bible"?

But boy, I tell ya, if I follow suit I can surely give an emotional message on why people should give me more of their money.

I read in a newspaper the other day an article about church. It was written by someone who professed to not be very religious or a christian, they made a great point. The point being that hot topics such as sex and lust and what not are preached very readily across American pulpits, but the topic of greed is not.

How come it's rare that I go to a church where a pastor isn't beefing up the congregation for money in one way or another? Why hasn't a pastor seemed to care about Christ first, and shown and expressed that we don't need manipulation to allow God to meet our needs, financially and spiritually and emotionally and physically?

Why don't pastors ever just say, "Listen, we don't need your money"?

Is it job security? Is it a desire to simply meet the status quo?

Effing Awesome

Garden Guerrillas.

Mustaches.

Why I Live, and Why We Keep Going

I always enjoy reading Trent Hunter's Weekend Updates. It's kind of like the SNL version, minus all the crappy humor, and more like an interesting life. Where is Horatio Sanz?

Right now I am really bummed out, not just bummed, but like really bummed. And when I say really I mean like totally. I laugh at my own valley girl words.

Why am I bummed out? Well, I checked my bank account today after learning that I overdrew yesterday. So when I checked I noticed that apparently the bank not only charged me about 100$ in fines for about 4 overdraws that I unknowingly made, but on top of that there are THREE 31$ additional mystery fines.

So basically like half of my pay check has gone to these mystery fines. That really makes me feel mad and powerless, sort of out of control.

I drove to the bank to get things figured out. The doors were locked. An hour too late. Can anything go good? Yes, it can.

Just because you don't have all the money you want doesn't mean it's the end of the world Jesse. It's just money.

Yet I still want to grab a banker and beat the shit out of him, proving that Violence Does Solve Problems.

I finished A Grief Observed and it was awesome. If you are a sad person, read that book.
It's one of those books that I know I am going to read again and again. I think I could probably dissolve it in two days. It's short.

Taxes

After reviewing my taxes with the much needed help of my mom, I found out that I don't have to pay a single dime to the Federales this year. All because I worked for a non profit organization last year.

My message to the Government: Fuck You.

Bohicket Boys

this guy was the "head" of the house that i lived in, in my second semester at Asbury College. man i miss those homeboys.

More Pictures

Lots of pictures

Today

Today I worked my ass off until 3:30 when I met my quota of files boxed, then I simply tried to look busy and hide from the boss until 5.

I found a really nice bathroom on the Finance Department, apparently even well paid men are just as nasty to toilets as the grunts down in the basement. Atleast there was a butler there in the bathroom named Pubes.

Just like Brandon and I did at the coveworks, I have now portioned the day off into albums. A full eight hour day is approxamately 10 good albums.

My Playlist For The Day
1. All of Death Cab For Cutie (except their newest one)
2. All of Anathallo (except for their new one)
3. Dirt A War To Restore ( I don't know if they have a new one)

After meeting and exceeding my box quota by 1/4 of a box, I retired to a vacant row of shelves, found a new chair to recline in, and tested my color blindness against color coordinated files.

Yep, I'm still pretty damn color blind.

Then my coworker who is a Hard Brotha named Pierre, came and found me. Then we talked about how dumb our boss is, then we talked about the Betsy Smith Strut ( It's basically Freaknik for Chattanooge), and we talked about how Sista's ALWAYS like a tall skinny white boy.

I need to go this year and get some play, cause "I got moves like Mr. Miyagi had.."

Then I drove home and found out that my Death Cab For Cutie black hoodie and sky blue shirt had arrived.
Hoodie: fits well, keeping.
Shirt: too tight, exchanging.

I plan on walking 3 miles in my new hoodie this evening, then settling down to some BADASS fried chicken.