Wow, what a weekend.

Thanks again to Cristina for the costume reccomendation- it was a hit. The chicks were definately all about some 80s rock star. For the past two nights I was “Edge Morrison, lead singer of Knives N’ Carnations.” Pictures will come soon- of course that’s becoming a phrase I just like to say in these posts to try and redeem my photoshop laziness.

Our Halloween party Friday night was a blast- tons of people showed up. Although my little shindig set me back about $250, it was worth every penny. The hunch punch was exceptionally hunch, and the keg and various bottles of liquor provided much-needed support throughout the night. For the most part, everyone was in costume- so the ladies were definatley looking fine. I think Halloween is one of those holidays where masses of females can legitamately slut themselves out and get away with it. I wonder if that’s what they are thinking as they dress themselves in front of the mirror. However, in no way am I complaining- I’m merely stating the fact. I fully endorse and support each and every female individual who adheres to this doctrine. I would like nothing more than to be able to tell you what went on Friday night, but alas I am incapable of doing so- so lets just move on to Saturday.

Saturday afternoon I awoke with a no-so-vivid memory of what happened Friday night. My guesses at what happened to me or what I was doing at various moments of the night were only about 50% accurate. I can’t tell you specifically what happened after about 1:00am (or whenever I started funneling beer.) However, I did remember that the Georgia / Florida games was about to take place and I instantly parked myself on the couch with a gallon jug of water to watch the game. GO DAWGS! For those of you who didn’t catch the game, Georgia won- first time they’ve beaten the Gators since 1997. After the game I took a nap to energize myself for what would turn out to be another night full of alcohol consumption. 5 lovely ladies came over to the house, and we all did a little pre-drinking while we put on our costumes to head downtown. Downtown was slamming- and my costume seemed to be quite the hit. Dozens upon dozens of conversations with random people were started thanks to “Edge Morrison, lead singer of Knives N’ Carnations.”

For the last 7 hours I have pretty much been recovering from the forementioned events. I think we are going to go back downtown tonight, but I’ll just have to wait and see if I’m capable of pulling off another night. Anyways, I’m out for now.

“Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it’s worth.” - Mary Schmich

Until next time,

No, if you were pondering, unfortunately the title doesn’t imply that I got really drunk and did something wild tonight…

So I just got back from the Fallout Boy / Matchbook Romance / Taking Back Sunday concert in Jacksonville. Wow, was it awesome! We were about 4 people from the front stage during the Matchbook performance (which was fucking incredible.) The venue was pretty small and they had obviously majorly oversold the show- had the fire department been there, they would have freaked. Imagine thousands of people cramped into an area the size of a typical tennis court (one court including fences for you people out there trying to visualize.) The crowd was pretty much an ocean of sweaty young males and pretty females, swaying left to right, front to back (keep in mind people are jumping and going crazy during this all.) I swear at points, my body was tilted at a 50 degree angle or so- however, since the entire crowd was doing the same thing, naturally it was hard to fall (there were people pretty much pressed up against each side of you for support.) Anyways back to the performance… When I don’t have a voice this afternoon, it’s going to be because of Matchbook. They absolutely rocked my socks off. It was almost as if (especially during the songs “Playing for Keeps,” “Promise,” and “Greatest Fall of All Time”) I could feel all of the emotions of fury and anguish leave my body and float into the air- to be beaten away by the waves of music, like smoke pluming into a ceiling fan. I needed that. I’m not a big fan of Fallout Boy, so we pretty much went to the bar area and chilled out for a while (we were walking towels of sweat.) Taking Back Sunday put on a hell of a show. Adam Lazzara has a pretty awesome stage presence- he does tricks with the microphone like I’ve never seen. They played a lot of stuff off the new album, and a reasonable amount of songs from their first. They finished up with their latest hit, but I have to say the encore of “New American Classic” and “Cute Without the E” was the highlight of their performance for me.

Who did I go with you ask? I went with my truly good friend Alison. [Alison?] Yeah I’ve never mentioned her on here before… Alison and I have a long, very close relationship that is very dramatic and eccentric. Alison is without a doubt one of the most caring (if not the most) friends I have. We’ve almost dated, had our ups and downs, and helped each other through various events in our lives. Sometimes I can’t stand the decisions she makes. Sometimes I think she’s the only real friend I’ve got, and sometimes I think I love her… it’s a very confusing, but (nontheless) an amazing relationship. I don’t know what I’d do without her around to straighten me out sometimes.

Back to music- on the drive home, (which was an event of its own) a topic I’ve thought about quite a bit popped back into my head. I’m extremely fascinated by the physical presence of music. What makes us think some music is good, and some music is bad? Is it the type of person we are, or does it have to do with the structure of the sound waves we receive? For the most part, I think everyone can tell the difference between something that is pleasant to the ears and something that is painful, (then again…) but all humor aside, it boggles my mind. Why do we have different preferences to music? Does our genetic structure (or the uniqueness of parts of our brains / ears) determine what sounds good or bad to us? And finally, does music determine the crowd we run with, or does the crowd we run with determine what kind of music we listen to? If anyone knows the answer(s) to any of these questions, please… share.

So, today is Friday and I’m having a huge-ass Halloween party. Which means, who won the contest? The winner is…….. (wow for a second there, as I typed, I actually felt like there were people on the edges of their seat waiting for my very next words) Christina from Florida. I’m going to be an 80’s rock star. Thanks for your idea Christina. I’d like to give an honorable mention to Clint, who suggested that I gift-wrap a large cardboard box, cut head and arm holes in it, and put a large card on it. On the card would be written “To: Women - From: God” Excellent Clint, excellent, but not my style. Well I guess I should get some sleep. I’ve got work tomorrow, then I have to clean the house, get some chicks over to decorate it with various entities of yet another consumer holiday (they spent $50 on that shit… hah! oh wait… it was my money dammit.) Performing at my little shindig will be a keg of beer, a few handles of shootable-favorite liquor, a cooler full of Halloween hunch punch (which consists of a few bottles of 190 proof grain liquor, various other liquors, some form of fruity punch, and various chunks of fresh fruit- oh and these fake plastic eyeballs they bought.) There should be enough alcohol there to feed a third-world country for 12 hours, which in turn would cast that country into civil war. I should think it best for trick-or-treaters to stay away from our alcoholic convention. Then again, I thought it would be cool to throw on my [ghillie suit], lay next to a bush, and scare the bejesus out of some little punks if they take more than one treat from our goody-basket. Well, I’m out like a blind kid in dodgeball.

“These memories can’t replace these wishes I wish and dreams I chase.” - Matchbook Romance

Until next time,

Okay, I’ll post more tonight, but right now, I have exactly one hour to complete the following assignment:

“Push has been called a Dickensian novel, to which Sapphire has responded, “Part of what’s so wrong in this story is that we’re not in a Dickensian era. Those things shouldn’t be happening in a post-industrial society.” She sees the novel as “an indictment of American culture, which is both black and white.” In a paper of no less than 4 pages and no more than 6 pages, describe what aspects of our culture have enabled the inequities described in the novel to develop. Would you say that contemporary American cities consist, as Dickens’s London was said to, of two entirely different cultures, the rich one and the poor?”

Seriously, she’s crazy. I mean I’m good at English, I read the book- but I shouldn’t have to look up 1 term and two words to figure out what she’s even asking me to write about… This sucks.

Until next time,

First off, in my lack of posting each day last week, I left off a few key events.

One: I got my new guitar! It’s a MJ1000 acoustic by RainSong. It’s a pretty unique guitar in that it’s made out of carbon-fiber. I originally set out to find a nice Taylor, but when I heard the unique and beautiful sound this guitar put out, I had to have one. The guitar is absolutely incredible. If any of you guitarists out there ever get a chance to try one out, I highly reccomend it. I also picked up a Boss RC-20XL loop station so there has been a lot of new stuff pumping out of me lately.

Two: This Thursday I’m going to Plush in Jacksonville with my very good friend Alison to see Fallout Boy, Matchbook Romance, and Taking Back Sunday! I’m super-stoked about this. Matchbook is one of my favorite bands, and I have really been digging TBS’s new album. I highly reccomend picking up the Matchbook Romance album “Stories and Alibis.”

Three: Please, after you read this post, go out and get yourself a box of Triple Berry Burst Cheerios. If the second-coming of Jesus came in the form of delicious fruit tidbits packed into wholesome toasted oats, Triple Berry Burst Cheerios would be our savior. I now have a reaffirmation of faith in breakfast cereal. I had lost touch with, and was led astray from cereal over the last few years, in fact, I am ashamed to admit that I had practically dismissed breakfast altogether, but something… just… hit me tonight- and I found Triple Berry Burst Cheerios. My faith in breakfast is thus now restored.

Four: Dread, you hippie, I’ve got one word for you bitch- and it rhymes with “dome.”

So that’s all I can think of that I missed for now…

Halloween is getting pretty close huh? Well it turns out I’m going to be having a Halloween party here. I have a slight problem though. I do not have a costume. Tell you what, lets have a little contest.

The First Annual “Find Jeff a Halloween Costume Online” Contest

The rules are simple:

She’s going to die. I’m going to kill Haley. So I get home from working overtime today to find that this cute little brindle eating machine has destroying my Grado Labs headphones. I paid over $100 for those things, and the little fucker took them out in a matter of minutes.

I swear, the first few days she was all scared an innocent looking. Now- as soon as she wakes up, she goes in to destroy everything in sight mode. I have yet to discover a way to turn this mode off. I’m beginning to wonder if there even is a solution to this. It’s like finding the fucking cure for cancer or something.

Sorry I didn’t post yesterday- had a pretty long day. Ended up going downtown to let off some steam over a few brews and just came home and passed out.

Sorry to make this short, but I gotta take a shower. Chicks are coming over. No really, I’m serious.

“These walls of mine that I hide behind- I stay in them all night. No one gets in no one gets out, it’s lonely when you’re inside.” - The Falls

I’m going to start off with the quote this time because I think it’s kind of appropriate for the entry.

What you want, what you lost, what you had, what is gone is over- What you’ve got, what you love, what you need, what you have is real. - Our Lady Peace

So this weekend was interesting I suppose. As you can see my computer is acting up. Right now it’s still not doing so hot, I like to think of it as in the recovery process. I’m going to have to end up formatting and re-installing Windows- which will in turn cause a series of headaches…

… which I don’t need right now.

So this weekend wasn’t bad. I went downtown both nights and got pretty hammered. I met some really cool girls down there Friday night. Saturday I pretty much did the same thing, I met this one girl in particular who is a friend of my friend. She’s cool as hell and super-cute. Didn’t do anything really crazy this weekend (as opposed to last weekend) but had a good time nonetheless. Last night my friend (Alison) and that girl came over and hung out- we played a few drinking games and some pool- had a pretty good time.

Anyways, after everyone pretty much went home, I couldn’t sleep and found myself having a pretty bad night. I’m going to look at this from a logical standpoint and say it’s just because of all the drinking I had been doing over the weekend- regardless, I feel like being depressed is some kind of characteristic I have or something. I guess other people see it too (read Eeyore story below) but I just wasn’t too well last night. I can’t exactly pinpoint the source of my despondency, I know the whole lonely need-someone thing had a hand in it, but the bottom line is I’m tired of this. I’ve been feeling a hell of a lot better the last few months, but I’m still getting nights like last night- I guess it’s normal… But I’m not going to bum yall’ out anymore. To make a long story short, I ended up listening to the above line from “Not Enough” by Our Lady Peace and it totally cleared my mind- and I slept like a baby.

Speaking of babies, we got a puppy this weekend. Her name is Haley. (pronounced ‘Hail-eee’) Pretty much a friend of ours found her on the street. She appears to be either a Pit or a Boxer (maybe a mix,) but regardless close to- if not a purebred. She is brindle (brownish-black tiger-stripped) colored with white paws. Once again, when I get my transfer cable for my picture phone, I’ll put a picture of her up. She is a really sweet pup- very intelligent. She is about 75% house-trained already. I’ve already taught her how to “drop” and it just takes a simple “No!” for her to stop doing something she’s not supposed to be doing (like chewing on my pillow.) She’s even burried a bone before- something not very common in puppies- that means she has strong instincts. Typically she will be very puppily energetic for about an hour, and then be really calm and sleep for a few hours after that, until she passes out. We decided to train her using the caging method, and it’s working pretty well so far. She doesn’t cry too much at night, but in the mornings when she wakes up, she definately wants out (which is a progress step in the house-training.) Anyways, I’m sure there will be plenty of Haley stories here in the future.

Oh, and take it from me- if you’re making a quesadilla late at night, it’s not a good idea to put the cheese in before the flour tortilla.

PS: I just got the comments working. Feel free to make my day and leave a comment.

Until next time.

Okay, before I start this I just want to say that I have had about 4 Captain & Cokes and gad knows how many shots. Anyways here I go:

I’m writing this from my roomates computer. So I come home from a long day today. After work I went to my E-Commerce class, and then decided to skip my Operating Systems class. I skipped it because today we were going to cover Hard Drive Configurations, which to me is the same as studying the contents of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich- and I’m not embarrassed to admit that.

Anyways, so I’m pretty drunk right now, and I just wanted to vent on—…. …. wait… I got on to this computer knowing what I was going to write about-… OH YEAH! Here we go, so I come home from my class and go into my room, change clothes, take all the shit out of my pockets, and sit down on my computer- a common ritual in my life. Well I get on my computer and realize that my computer is frozen. So I restart, and the thing f*cks up again. I said “Baby! Why you gotta do me like this?!” and she starts up and gives me a memory error. I say “Baby, I don’t ask much from you, but when I get home, I expect my email to be ready, and I expect you to have my playlist playin’ She tells me “Memory error, you must reconfigure your DIMM configurations if you wish to run you memory in Dual Channel. I say, “Bitch! Why you gotta do me like this!?” I never changed her configuration. Anyways, at this point, my system is super-fucked-up. I run scandisk and realize that a crucial Windows file is missing. I run the Windows repair utility and try to copy the file that is missing, and it tells me “access denied.” I mean, what the f*ck? It’s my gad-damned machine and she’s gona give me shit like that? So at this point, I’m out of a computer, and I don’t know what to do with myself. I mean, this is almost as bad as when my girlfriend of who-knows-how-many-years left me. My computer has betrayed me. At this point, I’m tired of dealing with her shit, and I’m ready to format the bitch, buy a new motherboard, and be single for a while.

Anyways, I’m drunk and there’s a bunch of girls over here so I’m out. Oh and by the way, if you happen to be making a Captain n’ Coke, no matter how drunk you are, remember that Dawn dish detergent does not make the drink taste better.

Until next time,

So today I made a big decision. I changed my buddy icon. Oh yes. It took weeks of deliberation and countless hours of strenuous thought, but I now have a new icon. Some of you may think this isn’t a big deal, but to me, it’s kind of like changing the color of your car, or your house. I mean this is the biggest thing next to getting a differen’t screen name- and jezus-gad the thought of that alone gives me chills… I guess I’m one of those people who fears change, but embraces it when change occurs. Anyways, basically, I went from a July For Kings (one of my favorite bands) icon to a picture of Eeyore. Yes, Eeyore, the saddest, most depressed entity ever created by man. He represents all the wrong in the world thrown into a long-eared droopy tailed- purple/grey donkey. For years people have always said “Jeff, you remind me of Eeyore” Who? “You know that donkey on Winnie the Pooh.” Okay… Anyways, it got to the point where someone actually gave me a little plush Eeyore to symbalize what we have in common. Eeyore generally sits on top of my computer, or if I’m playing a show, on top of my monitor or amp. It gives me relief when I’m feeling down or nervous. When I look at Eeyore I realize that things aren’t so bad. I mean the man lost his fucking tail- at least I still have all of my limbs. When I get my transfer cable for my picture phone I’ll take some pictures of him and put them up.

Tonight, I’m probably going to get drunk and go hang out at the college dorms with some friends- maybe meet some new people. I have really been trying to meet new people lately, because I find that the more new people I meet, the less chance I have of getting stuck in the loop of hanging out with the same people all the time. Don’t get me wrong, my friends are cool as shit- but I thoroughly enjoy the feeling of hanging out with people of whom I don’t know every detail about their lives. I especially like meeting new girls. =) I really like the feeling you get when you first meet someone you are attracted to- that mystical, curious feeling you get about the person- wondering what she’s into and what her favorite this-and-that are. Anyways, for those of you reading, I highly reccomend putting forth effort each day into meeting new people.

Well I guess that’s all for today. Remember that mashed potatoes are not an effective form of contraception.

“And with my drink in hand I got up to stand and I was off to a regular day.” - O.A.R.

Until next time,

Well I decided to add one of these blogs to my website- seeing as how some bastard stole my domain everythingwhatsoever.com after it expired. I just got this thing installed, but I’ll try and get the stuff from Everything Whatsoever put in the archives here.

So wow, it’s been a while since I did one of these. I guess I should fill you in on what’s been going on. Come on, we’ll take the scenic route. (Waynes World 2 w00t)

Well I’m 20 years old right now, getting hot-damn close to 21, (not that it really matters, but I’ll find it relieving) and in school here in Savannah, Georgia. I’m trying to finish up a degree in IT at Armstrong Atlantic State University before I transfer up to the University of Georgia. The guy I write/play music with is going to school at UGA and we are going to try and get something started there in Athens- seeing as it has a way better music scene than Savannah and it’s “hip-hop or jam band” scene.

Remember that girl that I was dating since like middle school and was going to propose to her last May? (2004) Yeah, well in November of 2003 she (out of nowhere) left me for someone else- and I can’t say that it didn’t really f*ck me up for a while. It currently still effects me on a day-to-day basis. For instance, my friends think I’m overly concerned about girls- and I believe it’s because just like denial is a natural defence, my mind is trying to fill a void to reach the state of complacency and happiness I was in when we were together. I’ve dated a few girls since then but still find myself struggling to find someone. As Jim Carey puts it in Eternal Sunshine: “Why do I fall in love with woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?” Enough of that though, I’ve learned that looking back has gotten me nowhere.

I’ve got a house with a couple good friends of mine. It’s a really cool house, pretty big- four bedroom, 2 bathroom, dining room, kitchen, breakfast room, laundry room, den, living room, and a big backyard. Lets see, we have a pool table in the living room (with a mini-fridge,) a couch and TV with every game console ever in the den, the dining room has a drum set, 3 amps, aboud 4 guitars, a bass and a few microphones, the kitchen is pretty typical, 3 of the bedrooms are our rooms, and the master bedroom is where the big screen TV and the Italian leather sofas are (and another mini-fridge.) We’re almost done with the rock-climbing wall in the back yard too. We have a snake (Burmese Python) named “Jake,” two turtles, and two geckos.

I’m getting more and more serious about the aspiring musician side of me. I’ve purchased quite a bit of equipment at this point and am in constant search of gigs and/or open mic nights. I’ve gotten a good bit of experience playing live and have become very comfortable with performing my music. Speaking of music, you can check out some of my demos in the music section of this website.

I barely have time to play video games anymore. I’ve probably got a list of 20 or 30 games that I still need to beat. However, between work, school, and music- I find little time to play video games- and I hate to admit it, but I think that the more time I spend away from video games, the less I want to play them.

I never got around to posting it, because my script screwed up before I could, but remember Everything Whatsoever? Remember the posts I would make about all the funny/stupid stuff I would see or had to deal with at work on a day-to-day basis? Yeah, well they pretty much fired me for it. Of course they “allowed me to resign” which I think they did because they had no legal basis to fire me. But I mean what the hell?? They thought I was a threat to the building. Did they not realize that the site was generally a humorous/joke site? And even if it wasn’t, I never named any names in specific. Also, I think at one point I said something along the lines of “I would like to kill Britney Spears.” Did they think that I was really going to kill Britney Spears? It’s alright though, because I have a much better job now- head of an IT department actually- and the people there treat me a hell of a lot better- and I don’t get sick every day from seeing how much money our government wastes on a single tiny sector of one of it’s divisions anyways.

Well sorry I didn’t post anything really funny or crazy, but I figured we need to get up to speed on things first so you all know where I’m coming from.

Oh, and if the neigboors next door are reading this? I swear, I had [i]no idea[/i] those were your kittens.

“These days begin and they don’t end for weeks.” - Matchbook Romance

Until next time,