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Feb. 9th, 2006 @ 04:22 pm Just me being crazy
Current Mood: bouncybouncy
Current Music: The Postal Service - This Place is a Prison
Damn it feels good to be motivated. The time is now, the time is so now, and yet I'm still not ready. I have a habit of jumping the gun, but it helps when your dodging bullets. My heart is free, free, I can't remember the hurt, because I can't remember it's infliction. There is truth and then there is honesty. Which ever you'd prefer, it doesn't matter, for like all grass, it will get shit on sooner or later. The field is empty, play ball he said, No I replied in red, let's revive this corpse called home, raze the bar, and while the fires are burning bright, we'll have our pick of pockets to pull, straight from the back, left of center, please knock twice, before you enter, beware the ink, lying on the table, into a tape recorder, something about contempt of court, and a restraining order. I peeled back the crusted scab, only to find no wound at all, and scratched my head, resting on a wall. There were no bodies, none to lay to ground, yet every where I looked, spilt blood could be found. So I wiped my shoes and dove on in, as the chorus slipped, and we had to start auditions again. Summer salts mixed with rainbow sugars and lemon honey, all in a ploy for money, you should have seen them try, man was it funny, campaign slogans featuring Santa and the Easter bunny. They visited L.A., where they became plastic, went spastic, it started becoming fantastic, and so they ended it. Tragic.


Work: I still rock
Life: What life, I work, Sleep, and bounce about being Busy
School: Had ya! At least until I get my Fasfa shit figured out
Social: I am so rocking out pimp status, in what few hours(The weekend and maybe tonight?) I have. I can dance, I look good, I'm a gentlemen, and I'm a hell of an entertainer(I had a bank teller come from break, just to serve me, just to ask more about the stuff I talked about last week, the entire time eyehumping the shit out of me).
Friends: I don't see enough of them.
Family: I had a cousin die(The funeral was today but I had to work of course), and my great uncle isn't in the best of health either. My mom is pissy with me, my little sister is of course, pissy with me again, and the rest of them, I don't see.
Rockstar: I'm getting my voice back to where it was, I feel uninspired as soon as I pick up a guitar, and just trying to write something off the top of my head like the above, doesn't work either.

I have money in the bank, and Gas in my tank, Now if I could just get out of here. I keep creeping closer to the door, but I still can't find the key.

Later Daze

<3 Jason
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Feb. 3rd, 2006 @ 03:14 pm I am so the shit
Current Mood: flirtyflirty
Current Music: Yellowcard - Empty Apartment
Again, I impress my boss. Merely by shear knowledge of my own job. If I'm on time for a month, I have benefits, more money, and job security. Tonight is a Seven Sisters night so, again with the up and coming part of being an up and coming rockstar. I'm so wearing the bad as pimp suit jacket and pants from last weekend. I'm going to print off some my poems too, seeing as to how most people just do poetry. Tomorrow, I'm parting with the Jasons. Hell yeah. Hopefully we're still going to Chicago next weekend. That would be just what I need.

Well guys, sorry to rant and run, but I shit I got to get done.

Later Daze

<3 Jason
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Jan. 30th, 2006 @ 05:40 pm Generation Next, Fuck you(The Fake Out)
She hit it twice
And said it that was nice
So I lay in paradise
Watching as she
Called out orders
With her twirling tongue

She called up the reserves
Saying the little bastards
Got what they deserved
Racing off into hi-way traffic
With such fearless nerve
Down a one way tunnel
Toward foreign soil after dark
Hoping to hit the right waters

You see, You see,
A sad set of swimmers
Behind her drum's beat
March, March, Come Forward,
First man to the finish,
Lair, Lair,
Race on,
faster, faster,
Bang, Bang,
Blast off the cannon
Welcome, Welcome
Lair, Lair
Swim on, swim on,
Close, close
Here it comes
Surprise, Surprise
Lake of fire
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Jan. 30th, 2006 @ 05:08 pm A 3 Jason weekend
Current Mood: draineddrained
Current Music: 97.3 FM
So what happens when you get 3 guys named Jason together? Craziness. Let's see Friday, I got all sexy. Yep, I suited up. No tie though. I've always thought of ties as man leashes for some reason. I got drunk as shit, hit some hot ass ladies(The one with the Cowboy hat and the one I met before we headed to after party being my favorites, of the evening). I rode shotgun in my own car for the first time ever that night, seeing as to how I was good and drunk. The after party was going to very sweet, up until one of the other Jason's Crazy ex-girlfriend showed up, and broke his rear window. There was a chick fight. With hair pulling, biting, and straight brutal malice. Then there were cops. Driving home in the morning was fun. Saturday, I watched Underworld Revolution with my brother Steven, and then headed to Adams, and then it was off to Jason's again. We headed off to Kentucky and hit a few bars, before heading to Jason's Aunt's House. There I met alternate universe me, named Micheal. That was just crazy. We woke up, had a damn good breakfast, waited for Jason to get off the phone with his insurance company, and headed back to Jason's house. There we were lazy, sat around watching movies all day, and then we started playing a drinking game. I left for home at 4 am, when I work at 6 am, showered got there early, fell asleep in my car for about 45 minutes, and then went into work. Then Tim, kinda my boss, says your in charge until thursday. Which isn't nearly as fun as it sounds. On top of having to do all the forklift shit, and running my machine, I also had to have the heavy ass metal to cut today, so everything took forever. On top of working overtime. Which was very gay, I wanted to sleep so bad, but oh well. I have time for that now, so here I go.

Later Daze

<3 Jason
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Jan. 26th, 2006 @ 05:06 pm I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs, Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue
Current Mood: draineddrained
Current Music: Green Day - Deadbeat Holiday
Rock Star Progress
Now I can record in the comfort of my bedroom. Yep, I dug in the basement, found an old tape deck, grabbed the tapes on my dresser, got my amp and microphone out of the trunk of my car, and about an hour later, wa-la. I still have to iron out the kinks of Audio Levels, The nasal quality of my voice, and an easy set up/storage routine, but I'm still uber excited. After I sink in some money for more cables, a power strip, more tapes, and maybe a few adapters, I can record with Two Inches Too Short as well. My goal is portability. My mixer is so small it's almost laughable but it gets the job done. I need a new mic stand(The old one got broke awhile back), and to either have both my electric guitars fixed, or buy a new one. However those concerns aren't major ones at present. Demo with my Acoustic is! I have some genius marketing going through my head right now, but seeing as to how livejournal gets a copyright on anything posted I'd rather just wait until I'm in the clear on that one. Two Inches Too Short now has a myspace! I'll post the link as soon as we have recorded music up(Laycock we need a Band Photo, The little kid is cute and all but well, I think a photo of us would be better).

Work Progress
I'm the shit. For the last two days I've been training a guy 19 years older than me. I do however need to stop being late. I'm really close to being hired on through the company.

The Ladies
I don't have time. I mean literally, between music, work, getting ready for school in the fall, house crap, and spending a few hours at Ad's every couple of days, I think I've talked to one girl, and that was on AIM, so it doesn't count.

Current Bullshit Drama
None. That's what happens when you stop talking females.

I had a very weird dream last night. I don't speak the girl's name(So no it's not one of the Jackies), I avoid looking at photos of them, listening to music that reminds me of them, People whom they talk to, and yet I still have a dream about her. It just irks me so bad. I've forgotten so many things, so why can't I forget her. It's not like I haven't tried. Gah, why am I even ranting about this stupid shit? Because it bothers me, and I have nowhere else to even get this close to getting it off my chest. I'll shut up now.

Later Daze

<3 Jason
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Jan. 24th, 2006 @ 03:45 pm If I'm right...
Current Mood: jubilantjubilant
Current Music: The Postal Service - This Place is a Prison

The above link takes you to a website, where they are hosting my first rock star photo. I'm told Seven Sisters is also planning on hosting my image as well. Just select Dec. 27, 2005 Underneath "Quotes" and then Click on the name Billy Fights(The Stage Name I've only used for my first show). Many Smiles. It's a hard road towards the top, but it feels so good to know that I'm on my way. I'm tasting my childhood dream, and the victory raging beneath my skin and into my bones, is sweetly earth shattering. They say The Journey of a thousand miles begins with but a single step. I'm glad to see that I'm out the door and headed towards the car, because getting ready hell. Now lets just hope I don't have to wait for the car to get warmed up. I was looking forward to hitting the road, ASAP. <- That actually might not be such a bad thing soon. I want to tour so bad. Gar! I'm getting carried away, but still. Cool Stuff.

Sorry to rant and run.

Later Daze

<3 Jason
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Jan. 24th, 2006 @ 12:11 am Meh? Not much to say really
Current Mood: pensivepensive
Current Music: Panic! at the Disco
Drinking was fun. I danced well. A married woman kept having to tell herself to be good, because she wanted to do me where I stood. Mouth had a little bit of drama unfold, as did Amy, The birthday girl, but all in all, it was new and interesting to me. My confidence took a real boost and I looked at things differently. No matter how much I want to bring other people along with me towards my dream, I have to make sure I set the pace. I need to fill out FASFA's and other paper works but I should be in college this fall, even if I have to go deep into debt to do it. I'm taking a classes over guitar, percussion, and voice. I have the talent to be a rock star. With some proper training I might just start out a chart topper. Well, this post was rather random and pointless. Good stuff.

Later Daze

<3 Jason
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Jan. 21st, 2006 @ 02:17 pm Minus some drama please
Current Mood: crankycranky
Current Music: Papa Joe - Crying on my pizza
Last night's show I'm told was amazing. I didn't think I that I had did that great at all until I closed my first set with Idiot Box. The musicians were all very cool, I talked to all of them, and I might end up doing so side project with this talented girl guitarist. I played Last Call, did a free verse about mine and Zen's Poem Gathering Adventure, and closed that set off with Idiot Box(Which even I thought sounded awesome). Then I played the much famed Umpa Lumpa song for Jen, and tried playing this song I've been working on, got halfway through and just said fuck it. I was asked to be a regular. I about lost my voice, and am still tired from work, staying up all night, work, show.

After that I went to Ad's where Arielle got on to me for telling James what Dave told me. A) I didn't just come out one day and say "Hey James, This is what Dave told me" B) People need to stop telling me what Dave did and did not tell me. James asked what Dave said. Considering that James is my best friend, I thought he should know, especially since he asked me. No one else was there save Dave, so people need to stop telling me that he didn't tell me this or that. I was there, you weren't.

So after getting my ass chewed, and not having either the voice to contend in a argument, much less the heart for it, Holly D. and April appeared in the wood work. Holly has some shit to do until sometime around 4 pm, and then Band Practice is on for today. I called Laycock, and he's down, now if only we could find Mikey.

Jackie Wolf had called me, so I called her back. Only to get a "What grade are you in?". As if I had wanted to start Drama, I was asked a question and I answered it, with the knowledge at my, sole, disposal. So fuck a bunch of getting up to get bitched out over a phone line, and then hung up on.

The Lesson of the day: Don't Check your Caller Id, until after your fully awake.

I can't wait to go drinking..... I won't be answering my phone until after 3 pm(at the earliest) of the next day.

Later Daze

<3 Jason
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Jan. 20th, 2006 @ 03:37 pm Poetic idea not yet fully hatched
I have given too little, so I taught myself to give too much
You can not live life trying to give everything your all
I made people mad, so I tried to make them happy
You can't please everybody, no matter how good you are
I didn't care enough, so I learned to be overly compassionate
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
I was too distant, so I took step after step forward
Only to feel the heat burn my skin
I was once the victim, so I thought I'd turn into the hero
Only find you can't save everyone
I dreamed of slipping blood, so I taught myself to tie bandages
You can't be a butcher and a doctor on the same battle field
I looked for my balance, and fell off the fence
We all fall eventually, the trick is getting back up
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Jan. 20th, 2006 @ 02:55 pm Damn it feels good to go crazy
Current Mood: quixoticquixotic
Current Music: Saves The Day - Third Engine
Adam and D-money took a magical trip, and I went insane last night. It was so cool though, I saw crystal stars where the christmas lights are in Ad's ceiling. I wasn't freaking out so bad as to hear colors and see sounds but damn I felt/feel good. I felt like I was fluxing between being bigger and smaller in a world that couldn't make up its mind as to whether I was a giant or an ant. Very cool. Driving home was a must. I hit the bed and fell into this hole in the universe and when I emerged I had time down to a science of movement. In 15 minutes I got dressed and drove myself to work where I wasn't sure if I could handle it but I managed to pull through. Then hours passed, I got a shitload of work done and had a blast trying to figure out my size in the world. There was a door that kept getting bigger and smaller, and the forklift looked like a huge snail. I felt like I was a toy in a very fucked up play set. At work hours passed by in no time at all. I started thinking about how I always quote that stupid parable of writing in sand and stone that I like so much, and I made up my mind. There are good times and there are bad times. I don't need to write about the bad times so much. So until I forget that I'm trying to only remember the good things in life, I'm going to try and just cut the bad moments from my life story. Just like that bible verse, if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off(or something like that). Point being I'm going to try and be content with my lot in life. I mean fuck, I just can't go through ups and downs like I have been. I rock out tonight, sometime after 7(it's an open mic night so, whenever I end up playing I play). Tomorrow is Two Inches Too Short's first practice and I'm stoked. Then I'm going Drinking with Mouth, whose been a naughty boy and missed the last two days of work. Well....

Later Daze

<3 Jason

P.S. Jackie, I'm still really fucking pissed off. I could highlight and denote alot of things said, done, and not done, that would really just end up in cutting remarks back and forth, but that seems so fucking pointless. I hope your happy, I really do, and I'm sorry for whatever. Best of luck to you and Katz, and all that Jazz, and I want Donnie Darko and My Brown shirt back. Maybe someday, we'll be cool again, but for right now, lets just say I'm not your biggest fan, and I'm gonna need awhile on it.
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