jimmytarget

I spend alot of my time planning. I think about where I want to be in 10 years, what I want to drive. The job I'd like to have. I even have my entire how designed and decorated in my head. (Subtract 1 man card now). One thing that I thought I was done planning however, was my college career. I think it went something like this: I get into UGA (check), get into business school, graduated as a finance major, get a good paying job at a bank, and work my way through law school, eventually becoming a real estate attorney. Well, not anymore. I can't complete this little journey because I just found out that I didn't not get accepted into business school at all. Not as a finance major, not as a real estate major, not as a marketing major, not at all. You see this puts a significate dent in my iron clad plans. Now, I've wasted two semesters taking business classes on to not be allowed to get a degree in what I want to study. All because of what? I didn't do so hot on the standardized "Academic Profile Test"? Fuck you UGA. I have a 3.45 gpa, I busted my ass to get it there, and now you aren't going to let me get a degree in what I want to?!!? WTF kinda system is that? We'll let you pay us to go here, but we won't let you study what you want. Thats like shelling out $40,000 for a new car that BMW will only let you drive in reverse. I have no idea what to do now. I can appeal the admissions, or I can transfer to another school and get my undergraduate degree. I guess we'll just have see what kind of hell I can raise on Monday at the Terry school of business.

For those of you that don't know, I have been on about a 5 year song writing dry spell that ended a few months ago when I completed "Captain Jack's Big Top Circus Bar". Well, since then I've kinda been on a roll. I completed a song called "Don't Say" about a week ago, and last night I finished another one called "Cry". I am very proud of both of these, because they mean a lot to me, and I think that from a song quality prospective they are probably my best work to date. Hurray for that. If you want to hear them, I am sure it will take very little convincing to get me to play them for you.
Product Review
Gillette Fusion Razor
I'd like to start this off by informing everyone that while Gillette's Mach 3, Mach 3 Turbo, and Mach 3 Power blades all use the same handle(except the power one vibrates.. annoying more than helpful) the Fusion uses a completely different handle altogether. So, when you decide to make the $13 investment on 4 blades, don't waste you gas going home, and remember to also invest $10 on the handle, or the blades are useless.
Anyway, I have very thick facial hair, so I shave in a two step process. I apply the shaving cream, shave with the grain, rinse, reapply the shaving cream, and shave again-against the grain. On the first pass (with the grain) I was pretty disappointed with the Fusion's performance. It did the same job the Mach 3 razors, or possibly a little more poorly. Also, the handle is heavier than the Mach 3 which makes it kinda cumbersome. Where this razor really excelled, however, was on the second pass (against the grain). Even with the Mach 3 power blades, I've never been satisfied with this until now. The 5 blades really do a nice job of reducing friction and razor burn. This blade gave me a closer shave, even in the areas that NEVER get smooth.
Another feature of this razor is an additional blade on the back for trimming your sideburns, etc. In my opinion, this thing is pretty useless. I shaped up the sideburns like I normally would before I remembered the damn thing was there. I did use it to clean up the edges of my go-tee, and I did a decent job there.
Overall, I am pretty pleased with my $23 investment and I would recommend the Fusion to anyone with thick facial hair that needs to shave every couple of days to prevent looking like a wolf. Even as I write this, a good 14 hours after shaving my face is still pretty damn smooth.

So every year on Ash Weds. I begin my giving up of something(s) for 40 days. No. I'm not very religious or anything. I've gone to mass a couple of times, but I've yet to memorize the prayer that the Sandelowsky's say at dinner, so I am not going to call myself Catholic yet. I participate in Lent for completely non-religious reasons. Its a 40 day period for me to exercise a little self control and prove to myself that I am in charge. That may sound dumb and unnecessary to most of you, but I spend a great deal of the year doing things on a whim. Lent is an opportunity for me to operate on a more contained basis. Plus, it gives me a cause to do something other than "because you just should". So this year, like last year I will be giving up all beverages besides water (aside from the occasional (or frequent) alcoholic beverage at Capt's). Marcus and I are also giving up cigarettes. Yup.. that means that for the next couple of days I am going to pissed off. No amphetamines for me. No Caffeine.. No Nicotine.. wait... why am I doing this again? Oh right.. self control... *I can feel the "no caffeine" headache comin' on already.*

Can you name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 21 people.
*this is a lot funnier if you actually list the names first!! No cheating!!!*

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1. Marcus
2. Surge
3. Danny
4. Taylor
5. Elizabeth
6. Shelly
7. Holly
8. Daniela
9. John Pruner
10. Heather M.
11. Ellie
12. Frantz
13. Chris S.
14. Kimbo
15. Lauren
16. Audrey
17. Lori
18. Todd
19. Betsy
20. Ben
21. Jennifer

Now answer the questions according to the names listed below
THE QUESTIONS:

How did you meet 10? (Heather)
She is dating #9 (John).

What would you do if you had never met 6? (Shelly)
I dunno, but I like think the world would be a colder place.

What would you do if 20 and 15 dated? (Ben and Lauren)
I’d probably take Lauren get head checked.

Have you ever seen 4 cry? (Taylor)
I think this goes without saying.

Would 4 and 12 make a good couple? (Taylor and Frantz)
No, I don’t think I’d let Frantz make the same mistakes I did.

Would number 1 and 2 make a good couple? (Marcus and Surge)
No. Mostly because I don’t think they are into that type of porno.

Describe 8: (Daniela)
She is happy, hyper, gullible, lovable, fun, and nice.

Do you like 12? (Frantz)
Yeah, I mean, he’s cool when he is around.

Tell me something about 17: (Lori)
She is very driven and goal oriented.

What's 7's favorite color? (Holly)
I think it’s blue.

What would you do if 1 just confessed they liked you? (Marcus)
I would beat the fag out of him.

When was the last time you talked to 19? (Betsy)
In the car while taking her home from the Airport. Well, she talked, we all listen.

What language does 13 speak? (Chris S.)
English.... and Jerseyese-Italiana.

Who is 2 going out with? (Surge)
Rosie, as far as I know.. But I know he has his eye on Ash.

What grade is 16 in? (Audrey)
She is in her 1 year of real life school.

What is 5's favorite music?. (Elizabeth)
She is into a lot of stuff, but I know she likes classical and NickelCreek.

Would you ever date 10? (Heather)
Boy would I.. oh wait.. sorry John.

Would you ever date 1? (Marcus)
NO. He’s not my type.. meaning that he lacks boobs and a vagina.

is 3 single? (Danny)
Yes

Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11? (Ellie)
Nah, I think Chris is holdin’ down.

Where does 18 live? (Todd)
He lives in Fayettnam with his parents.. go Tido.

What do you think about 20? (Ben)
He’s aight for white guy.

What is the best thing about 4? (Taylor)
She can sing.

What would you like to tell 14 right now? (Kimbo)
I am going to plee the 5th on that one.

How did you meet 9? (John P.)
He lives in the dining room at the Big top circus bar.

I really don't know where to start with this past weekend. But I figure most everyone that reads this knows how it went. Saturday, with the exception of work, was pretty much the closest thing to a perfect day that I've had in a long long time. My wonderful friends, a considerable amount of alcohol, and the privacy of a laundry room were all contributing factors to this and for the sake of involved parties, I will invoke the "gentleman never tells" rule. Although, I think everyone knows. Thanks so much to everyone that came out, I don't remember all of you, but if you came, I am glad you did.
I mentioned in a previous entry that I am a firm believer in the concept of "Yin and Yang". This weekend was no exception to that rule. Along with the very good, came the very bad in the form of an extremely hurt, pissed off girl walking into a room where I was laying in bed with another girl. Thank god there was another guy there, discussing theater with me, or the situation could have been much much worse. One can only imagine. Without going into any real details, I am apparently a lying, conniving, asshole, and a bad friend. All of which, in this specific situation are undeniably true. So that happened and its being dealt with, and with any luck, this should amount to some freedom for me. Hurray.
This week has started off in the usual fashion. I've got too much to do and no time to do it. Feh. It'll work itself out. Today I woke up with alot of energy, and I don't really know why, but I suppose it has something to do with the Van Halen concert that was put on last night on Marcus' front porch in the dream I had. We all got to hang out with the band afterwords and we got lots of autographs. I don't know what the dream means, especially since i don't really care for Van Halen, regardless of who's singing for them. Weird. I plan to go to the gym tonight, but we'll see how that goes.

This has been a long week already. With 12 hours of delivering flowers for my mom's florist on Valentine's Day, missing two days worth of classes and playing catch up, AND my first Calculus test all crammed into this one week, Saturday's drunken stupor is going to be completely necessary and almost as well deserved as Sundays hangover is going to be. To my knowledge, 62 people are either confirmed or maybe's, that means the Big Top Circus Bar is going to be very crowded, and that its going to be CRAZY. I didn't know that between the 4 birthday boys we knew 62 people. Nevertheless, I can't wait! Its going to be a blast.
In further news, the wicked witch is probably going to be out of town (memphis) this weekend, which means I am totally going to get away with this party without her knowing about it. God is smiling down on me. Praise Jesus. SO, tap the keg, Shake the martinis, get the olives (by any method you choose), and lets celebrate Marcus and Ben's, Suraj's, and my parents deciding to have sex and accidentally becoming pregnant with us, so that we could make the world a little bit better place.

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I decided today on my bus ride home that everyday I have things that really piss me off. But, being the firm believer in the "Yin and Yang" concept, I also have things that really touch me, or make me think. Today was no exception. I would like to make this a regular occurrence on my journal, let me know what you think.
Rant
The walk from Athens City Hall (where the bus drops me off) to UGA's campus is all of two blocks. Count them.. 1..2.. That is all. This distance, one would assume, isn't far enough for anything really get on your nerves.. right? WRONG. I've decided that all I would like to receive from Athens-Clark County this year for my birthday is one day's walk to and from the bus stop without the following:
1) A homeless man shitily improvising a song on an out of tune guitar, singing off-key lyrics about passers by at the top of his lungs, all the while expecting you to think it is top notch enough entertainment to merit some of your "spare change". Sorry buddy, I don't have any of that... Know why? Because I practice for HOURS a week with my band trying prepare music to be performed for people that actually WANT to listen to it, and I still don't make a cent from it. Pardon me if I don't sympathize with your situation. You'd think after a guy sits on his lazy ass playing the guitar and singing for weeks on end it might occur to him to start actually learning how to do those things.. or hell I'd settle for him learning to do just one.
2) A homeless man that makes eye contact with you and then proceeds to follow you for a block and a half RAPPING in your ear. Listen.. I'll call him "5 Cent", please brush your teach, take a shower, and learn how to speak english alittle "mo better" before you "bust a rhyme" in my ear for 2 minutes straight after I've already told you that I don't carry cash or coins.
3) A college student that has very unintelligently decided that he could make a living off of peddling student discounted subscriptions to the Atlanta Urinal and Constipation (aka the AJC). I don't want your fuckin' free copy of the paper. I'm sorry, but you handing me that is basically saying "Hey... throw this away for me." I can't even find time to read the school news paper, which is about 100 pages shorter, so it stupid for me to think I will actually read this one. Plus, I don't have $20 to pay for a subscription or 30 extra minutes to fill out that card.
4) A person asking for a light that actually insults you when you tell him you don't. Look man, I smoke sometimes. I know what its like to not have a lighter. But if you are a full time smoker, don't you think you should be alittle more prepared to sustain your vice?? I swear smokers are the most unprepared people in the world. I think as a general rule I am going to start carrying around on of those lighter that I've set to "flame thrower" and give it to people that ask me for a light. That would make me happy. "Do you have a light".. "Sorry man, I don't.".. "Fuck you then, whitey.".. "Oh, shit, wait man.. actually I do.. Here ya go".. (man sets head on fire).."Yeah, bet thats gonna be hard to smoke that WITHOUT A FACE!".

and thats all i really want.
- The End
Reflection
I think the greatest and most unavoidable tragedy in life is getting old. The loss of physical capability, and the eventual slipping of the mind. Its kinda depressing to think about the fact that, if you are "blessed" enough to live to a ripe old age, you'll probably not be able to enjoy it. For example, today as I was boarding the bus to go home, the bus driver was attempting to get an older fellow off the bus. She told him "Sir, this is the final stop." The old man nodded and looked around, with this big, kind of oblivious smile on his face. I am pretty sure as he got off the bus, he had no clue where he was, or why he was there. He simply walked over to the bench (where you wait for the bus) and sat down, still smiling. This struck a chord with me because it made me think about my grand-mother(MeMe) and grand-father(Ron). MeMe had a stroke behind her left eye about 5 years ago, rendering her blind in that eye. She consequently no longer drives. If she wants to leave the house, she has to catch one of her children to take her somewhere. I can't imagine what it must be like for her to sit in that drafty old house in the same rocking chair, doing the same things everyday. I think she has sorta given up on somethings. The optimist in me likes to think that that man on the bus was sorta like MeMe. Maybe he's lost his ability to drive and just wanted to get out of the house for a little while. I think MeMe would do the same if Sharpsburg had a transit system.
The old man also made me think about Ron's sister. Her name is Grethel. She is 90 years old. She had 17 children. She lives on her own. And she regularly MC's and dances at bluegrass festivals in the northern Ohio area. She is truly an amazing woman. I believe that being on her own and raising those 17 children are what's kept her mobile and young at heart. They've given her purpose. A reason to keep going. I think that, disease aside, thats the difference between the elderly that actually live and the elderly that just so happen to still be alive. Marcus' grandmother is a perfect example. She is so lively. She drives, she cooks, and she cares for her family. She includes herself in life.
The idea of getting older seems at first like a good one. You get married, you have kids. You start living your life for them. But then, I think age sobers you up. Your family grows up and moves out. Loved ones and friends begin passing away. I think growing old, for some, means growing lonely. But.. I also believe that to prevent this, you have to give yourself something to live for... Now I just need to find someone that wants 17 children...
The End.

Well, I know its not good to try to make too many changes all at the same time, but I've been doing alot thinking and here is a list of things I'd like to change this year.

My biggest priority is to start taking better care of myself. I'd like to:
1) go to the gym 5 days a week. (3 days of cardio, and 2 days of weights)
2) Stop eating dairy (its a singing thing)
3) Eat 4 small meals a day.
4) Run the Peachtree Road Race and actually run the whole thing. (Anyone one interested in training to do this with me?)

I'd alot like to:
Get all A's this semester.
Date someone who isn't crazy.
Stop doing things that I regret the next day.
and.... Have a kick ass multi-person birthday party.

In futher news, I had my first show on the 6th.. A ton of my friends came out. I can't put into words how cool of them that was. THANKS GUYS!!! It went really well, and I can't wait to play again.
This semester's going to be a doozie..
... thats all

So, I have 3 more accounting chapters to read, and then I have all the homework problems to do. The test is on Thursday at 3:30. And I took the practice test today, of which I knew the answers to 2 out of 15. Furthermore, I haven't even glances at the math stuff for my next test in there, which is on next Tuesday and covering 9 sections. I also have about 4 chapters or history, about 15 chapters of economics to review, and a ton of Real Estate to review (plus some new shit too). Despite all of this, I am still finding ways to distract myself and procrastinate. The fact that I am writing this is proof of that.
I whole heartedly believe that school is designed specifically to bring a person straight to the edge of insanity only to give them a month off before it starts all over again with a new set of classes. Oh well, a year and a half more of this and then all i'll have to worry about is law school *grimace*

Lets see. I don't really even know where to begin. Tonight should have been fun. It should have been a perfect evening of dinner and a movie with my girlfriend and my friends. A double date, if you will. What could be more simple than that? But no. It was neither. I hate this feeling. That angry feeling in the pit of your stomach where you know you tried your best, and yet nothing came out right. Nothing went as planned and nothing was perfect. I am not naive, I know perfect is impossible (and boring for that matter). I have, however, lived enough to know that one can get damn close. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I've always believed that when you try hard enough, and you are with someone that you should be with, the mishaps and follies of a "perfectly planned night" are the things that make your time together so interesting and fun.... Those are the events that make stories worth telling, and memories worth having. I didn't get anything worth remembering tonight. There were no mishaps or follies, only disasters. I got to fight with the person that I, for some reason, am trying to fix things with. I can think of a million reasons to not fix things with her. I can think of thousands of reasons to walk away and never look back and never care what happens to her. But, I can think of one reason that makes me want to hang on. Its more of a memory, really. The memory of how things were at the beginning. The freshness of it. Her spirit. The way she made me feel, just to be standing close to her. What happened to that person? Where did she go? And who is this new girl that's invaded her body? This selfish, haughty, "sophisticated" (self proclaimed), conceded, bitchy, whinny, needy, fucking awful person. I just don't think I can live like this anymore. It hurts so bad to think about letting the last two and a half years turn into "just another learning experience". But I am miserable. I've gotta headache just sitting here thinking about all of this, although I am sure its more a result of having to put up with her shit tonight. The biggest let down of all of this, is that I don't think I am not hard to get along with, I don't expect or want much from anyone. I am so completely simple. And she doesn't grasp that. She still hasn't figured me out. Perhaps I love too simply for her. I dunno. I suppose am just as guilty of having not figured her out. Or maybe I have and I am incapable of being that person, so I don't try. I guess the real questions are these: How long can a person go on, what amount of shit will a person put up with, all because he is hanging on to a memory of what used to be? And how long is it before that memory has become so faint that it no longer gives him the strength to hang on?
- Jimmy

So, I just saw that my friends Marcus and Holly have a journal on here, and I decided that I should get one.. You know, so I can be a conformist and fit in. I am not really sure how often this thing will be updated, but hey, I'll do my best. It will more than likely be dedicated to cataloging (in not too great of detail) all the crazy things that seem to happen at Marcus' apartment (which I have cleverly labeled "The Big Top Circus Bar", in my latest song) on the weekends. Look for lots of crazy stories in the future, because I go there alot, mainly out of fear of missing something really monumental and hilarious. I may also post things about the band I sing for, which can't decide on a name for itself. I'll let you all know when the jury comes in on that one. Anyway, don't expect anything too deep or insightful, because lord only knows who's hands this could fall into. *clears throat loudly*. Okay... I think that's enough for now.
Keep it rizzel for shizzel y'all.
-Jimmy