Thursday, November 27, 2003

Aight then, I'm back and I'm feeling pretty good. I think. . .maybe I'm just a figment of my imagination. So what am I thinking right now? I'm thinking a lot of things. So here's the randomness of the thoughts. For one thing, I'm thinking about getting contacts, its not really a I want to look better thing, I don't think I can look any better (take that how you want to) but I am sick of glasses in general. I take them off at the first chances I get, and I only really wear them to drive, so the cops don't try to give me more ticket than I deserve. I really want contact lenses but they're like thirty a month. And if there's one rule that I have, its I don't spend that much money on looking good. Or I guess I should say what I consider luxury items. Maybe that would fall under cosmetics. Of course, its not like i don't have the money, I could afford contacts, but if my only reason is that i'm sick of glasses, then really that's not much of a reason, since contacts ain't really my idea of low maintenance. My second thought has to do with cleats. I kinda want to buy a pair. I have no money for them. Well, I don't want to spend the money on them. Can you see the theme that's developing here? I want (item here), but I don't want to pay (amount here). I guess that's just the way things roll. If anyone has a size 13 or 14 cleats that I can borrow for this weekend, feel free to let me know. I promise they'll come back smelling good (at least!) So the third thought of this elongating blog is my car. The car is getting kinda expensive, I've got a ton of stuff to do to it, like the door handle, the backlight, the brake hoses, the engine mounts, the oil changes. . .the money I'm making is going straight into the car. I really really really really really wish I had a better job, something where I don't have to lift heavy stuff. I'm not against hard work, but I really enjoy it more when it's not for pennies. Everyone works for pennies, I guess, but some people are getting millions of pennies, and I'm really only getting hundreds. I think we should all get paid in pennies, and there's nothing better than copper. At least that's my thoughts. Anyway, there's my thoughts, take em or leave em. Feel free to spit your own intelligence. In fact, I encourage it.
Whoo!! Hey hey, people, its the man of the sore throat, once again reminding you to AVOID sicklings!! Avoid them like the plague, or one morning you'll wake up with a sore throat and serious sinus drainage. Actually, I think I have a sinus infection, since my throat's not very sore, and I've not got a fever, just a little drainage here and there. Either way, today is the day of all things getting shut down, so its not like i can cruise over to the doctor and get a checkup or any such nonsense. Just hit me this morning that there will be no cashing of my check at all (stupid day of closings!!) Well, the cool things going on involve the circuit overseers visit, more fun than a barrel of monkeys, that man. He's like butta (hahahahahahaha!!) Actually, he's really very great, a very funny man, and he and his wife are wonderful people. And I've only truly known them for what? Three days? Their names are Ron and Becky Emmerson, and they are spectacular, I don't really have enough adjectives to truly describe them, and if you have met (or meet them) you (will) know what I mean. D's headed to Indiana with Ashley so (if I can quote an anonymous source), "Ashley can show her man off to her friends." ROFL!! That oughta be fun for him, I'm going to call him while he's up there, and he'll probably think that I've lost my mind, because roam charges are nothing short of killer. Of course, roaming is what roaming does, and now I'm just babbling like a scared monkey with nothing left to say. Right. Anyway, that concludes today's semi deep thoughts, yeah, I know I promised candy and deep thoughts, and I missed on both counts. See if you can do better, spit your own intelligence if you will. . .

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Hey hey. Man, this weekend was uberhectic. There was so much to do and so little time to do it in. Fortunately, I've hit the break during school (YAY!!) and I'm now doing all things that are doable, and getting my rest and relaxation on in the process. So what exactly happened Sunday? Well, we hit up the skating rink, which is funny, because I can't skate and of course, I didn't. That was pretty cool, at least to an extent, there's nothing worse than realizing that your skating ability is the worse than a five year old's. I'd learn to skate, but well, its really not worth my time, and the wood burn that I have truly come to hate. Then we went to eat at O'Charly's that was pretty cool, had a half pound burger (most food for the smallest amount of money - Kevin) and I was gravely disappointed, cause it really wasn't all that. But it was medium well and by medium well, I mean it was pink. YAH!! But I was confident that the cook got it up to 125, and I've not started having any symptoms of E.Coli or cholera, so I guess I'm alright. Monday was pretty dull, not much to talk about. But you know, I've been making a bit of music, and writing a bit too, so expect to see some interesting stuff there. Anyway, this concludes the blog, have a great day!

Saturday, November 22, 2003

Ladies, Fellas!! What's the dealy? Just hopped back in from Tammy's wedding, and I was color coordinating with the wedding party on accident. Cause I'm just that good. The wedding went well, hopefully the marriage will run as smoothly as the wedding did, and they're life together will be filled with happiness. Not bliss, as bliss means somethings not right, either in life, or in one's head. I got a chance to cut a little rug, but then the security guard stopped me and took my knife, so I hit the dance floor like a dancing machine, doing all the moves I could like a dancing fiend. It was definitely most awesome, and I got a second to hit a corner by myself and think about the last wedding I went to, and how messed up I felt. That's been about a year really, and I remember ending up in the parking lot, tears falling from my eyes, and muddled thoughts falling from my head. While reflecting, I took the time to really look around the entire room, and I couldn't help but think, you know, there's only one girl in this room who really makes me feel again. I actually started writing a song about it in my head, something like, I can be cool in a corner or a crowd, as long as you're there with me, someplace quiet or someplace loud, as long as you're here with me. And then I lost my thought, because D walked by and slapped me upside the head. Seriously though, this is the first experience I've had with unrequited love, with having all these feelings for someone, but having them basically say that they don't care. I've not had to deal with something like this before, and every so often, all that goes through my mind is torch carrying is for the Olympic ceremonies, not for everyday life. I don't want to hold on to this like its a last shot, last ditch, give it what you got cause there's nothing else effort. But I don't. . .actually I can't completely forget about it. Curse these emotions of mine, sometimes I wish I couldn't feel anything. Anyway, changing the topic, there was the swankiest thing I've ever seen a wedding, a chocolate fountain. A literal fountain of chocolate. Not a big fountain, mind you, but even Willy Wonka had to start somewhere, and I'd imagine at the beginning of his chocolate factory, he had something similar to that in the lobby, till he came up in the world. The whole thing looked and of course tasted awesome, though a few people double dipped (TRINA!! Just kidding. . .or am I?). Speaking of smooth, Elliott hit up the ivories at the end of night, and belted out a homemade ballad, guaranteed to make all those of the feminine persuasion scream, swoon, and all around weak in the knees. He's got some pipes on him, I gotta admit, he's a very talented brother, hopefully he'll be able to put that talent to use somewhere worthwhile. Either way, he sings quite well. To make this short, I'm going to head out, I gotta get up tomorrow, and i'm already getting tired. Take it easy, ladies, gentlemen, children of all ages.

Thursday, November 20, 2003

I just realized I didn't get Wednesday's post up quick enough for it to be posted as what it was, which was Wednesday. Oh well. So what's going on, ladies gents? Nothing much going for me, I'm just sitting around thinking about how much I normally enjoy getting paid on Thursdays, and how much I'm not enjoying the idea at the moment. I guess I should quit tying up UAH's resources and start doing some school work on this computer, but well, have I ever done exactly what I should do? Today, my mind seems stuck on the many differences in the human frame. Even though we all have the same parts and components, it never ceases to amaze me how different we really are. You could find a 6'7 man who was my height, weight, race, and even born on the same day as me, but he wouldn't look like me at all. Even twins can be completely different, though they share much of the same genetic code. I really find it incredible that each human can be distiguished by its features, so much so, that those features become related to that human in our own minds. There is nothing cooler to me than that. Of course, that has a lot to do with the fact that the genetic code, the deoxyribonucleic acid, or DNA (as I like to call it) makes it possible to have literally trillions of different varieties. We have the ability to produce 2^23 different combinations and each of us has a different genetic sequence we've inherited from our parents. Nowhere do you read of two guys who look just alike, but have no relatives beyond the common parents we all share. That is what many people would view as amazing, something that leaves me incredulous myself. Either way it goes, its nice to know there's not someone out there that looks like me. Or has my fingerprints. Which I altered last night when I cut my finger on the table, during work. Its a pretty deep gash, but its still not managed to slow down my typing. =) Anyway, I gotta go do that thing, that I'm going to do, you know. . . that thing. . .that I'm doing. . .thing. . .right.

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

Well, I guess I should explain the last few posts, that was me trying out my new guest host idea, and well, Jeremy helps us to understand why that idea needs a little finetuning. Today was truly a beautiful day. I've decided that I'm going to view life for what it really is, a gift, and not as something to be endured. I really did enjoy the fact that I was able to wake up today. I'm in semi good health truth be told, and though I could be in better shape, I'm really doing quite well. I don't have any serious problems, and believe it or not, I've got some truly wonderful friends, including the best friend that any man could possibly have and that's our Creator. Oftentimes I tend to lose sight of that, and of the fact that every day of life is really a gift and a privilege, one that I should use to fullest to do the things I know are right and true. I've really got no reason to ever feel down, though when I do I understand its really just the imperfections of my human mind and body that are also a gift, and one that will improve with time. So to keep a long story short, I've not felt this content in years. I was thinking about all this today at work, and that's when it hit me that life isn't what causes me to feel down. I'm the cause of that, and there's plenty I can do about either of those things. SO!!! Onto the next topic of the day. A good friend told me that other people who've seen my poetry are worried that I'm manic depressive or in deep psychosis. Well, truth be told I did test out to be about 75% mentally unstable in Psychology 101, but I'm really pretty sane. And yeah, I do talk to myself, and some of my poetry can be a little dark, and yeah, I write about people dying or about robbing stores, and I use the word crap a lot, but the main fact can't be ignored: I'm not a person with issues, I'm just a guy with a lot of expressive creativity, that oftentimes shouldn't really be expressed. But if you're not thoroughly convinced, and you're one of the people who are worried that I don't have issues, I have volumes, ask me to let you read my happy poetry at some point. OR go to and search for me (Javann Jones) and read a few poems. Some are dark, but there's some light ones sprinkled in there, as well as some silly ones. I guess that's what you get when you take a slice of me. Some dark, some light, and a nice swirl of them both. So to recap, I'm not suffering from manic depression (i'm not on medidcation), and I'm a generally nice guy. Ask a few friends. Okay, I'm really not that nice of a guy =), but I'm likeable. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Monday, November 17, 2003

Tell the story kids!! Its Monday, another day of incredible things, doing even more incredible things and sometimes some incredible thoughts. Unfortunately, its also the day of "I Gotta Get Up And Go Somewhere After A Rough Weekend". That just seems to be the way things go for me. At least one thing is for sure. Pam Grier is not my mother. LOL. Anyway, I'm going to go do some positive thinking, holla at me with thoughts and/or intelligence. And yes, there's a difference.

Thursday, November 13, 2003

Well well!!! What's going on majors and majorettes? Its yet another weekend, and yet another week that I've had the. . .pleasure of neglecting the whole blog. SO what happened this week? I'm sure you all are dying to know, since my life is such a hot topic in so many internation circles. Actually this week contained a lot of nothing. You already know about the all nighter, that might explain the incredible amount of nothing that i did this week, I was still dazed and confused from the lack of sleep. I also played some monoply, some pingpong and that was pretty cool, I quit the monoply early one because I farsaw my eventual demise. And we all know how much I detest my ability to fortell things. Right. So what's on tap for this weekend? I'm really not all that sure, I know there'll be something called bowling going on. . .I think that's the proper name for it. That game where you take the heavy round ball and roll it down a wooden lane that has been highly polished and shined for maximum rollage. That should be fun, since i always score about 33% of the possible score. How much of a loser does that make me? Well, I'd do the math, but how often have you seen me do that? Not often. Well I'm off to watch the episode of Family Guy for hte night, that's my reward for staying up this late. Take it easy, tater tots.

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

What day is it? Tuesday? I'm so tired I can barely think straight. I'm at the point now where sleep is like a drug, and it feels so good you just want to lean back and enjoy it untill you can't feel your legs anymore. Yeah, that's where I am at the moment. How's the good life elswhere? I think I've mentioned the tiredness already, so I'll keep that to myself, but I've just pulled an all nighter. Why? Because, I'm just not that bright. That's the main reason. That will always be the reason for me doing anything. Because I'm just not that bright. Oh well, I'm sure one day, I will be bright, or at least some semblance of intelligence will seep into my brain. Something will seep in most definitely, because right now its about as blank as the expression on Farmer John's face after a decent meal. I feel so. . .Amish? Nah, tired. Yeah, that's the word I'm looking for.

Monday, November 10, 2003

Okay, so its now officially another day. I'm supposed to be out in the garage, pouring my soul into paper and exposing my thoughts to the free medium that is paint, but instead here I am playing on the computer. Not to fear, all is not lost, I'm taking time to read much valuable information on the development of the internet. Why you may ask, seeing how this is perplexing stuff to consider. Well because, I have a test today. That's right, today, in about seven hours, give or take an hour. Of course, there could be nothing better, than making this test my wife, and slowly growing old together. I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds cool, so now I shall retire to the garage to paint. Feel free to spit some intelligence, and the first one to recognize the song lyrics contained in this blog will get either a hearty handshake or a free hug. Ole! Take it easy, milewalkers.

Sunday, November 09, 2003

Sunday, the day of the dragon. Actually, its the day of the sun, but we'll just pretend that its the day of the dragon. As usual, its the end of the weekend, and man, am I bushed. I was on the East side, the West side, I even went across the bridge ya'll, cause I, cause I, cause I, cause I hear they really get down over there. . .well well I, do it, well well I hmm mmmm. . .for those of you who didn't get the opportunity to catch last week's blog, that was the O'Jays. So what did I do for this weekend, other than live for it. Not much, really, just some hard physical labor (my new phrase it appears) putting down dirt and sod out at the Kingdom Hall, to beautify the lawn and what not. That was pretty hard, and I got plenty dirty, I also forgot to pick up and keep this beautiful piece of quartz (i think it was quartz) that I found, that was really very beautiful, even Skyler thought it looked cool, and I tossed it aside to continue toiling and laboring, and well I forgot to pick it up before I left. And I told Ben to remind me to do that. And he didn't. So its all Ben's fault. Silly Benjamin. Also I missed a totally cool party where there was football to be had, and an even cooler drive to said party, because someone lived up on the mountain and it was a winding road. I heard two stories of near death, and I wish I could've driven that road. Oh well, I guess I'll get the chance to do it again at some other juncture in my life. Also I wrote a totally cool song for a really good beat that Juice put together for me, it ought be pretty good, if not totally and completely entertaining. Actually, it'll be horrible. Anyway, here's what I got written, feel free to spit your own intelligence and critique it. I'm all about critical analysis. As long as its not something like, make that seperate lines. Then it'd be really really long. I'm also all about space conservation.

I used to be the main one holding up the wall, folks ask me to dance I'd just say nah, I don't want to dance, I'm not taking the chance, to look like a fool, I'm trying to be cool. Then one night at this party, I noticed this girl, she was looking so good that she shook my world. She was an 8.9 on the Richter scale, she had her own hair and had her own nails, soon as I saw her I couldn't see no one else, so I tried to walk over to introduce myself. I was trying to dance but getting left behind, cause suddenly I got caught up in a Soul Train line. That's when hands started clapping fingers started snapping, I was wondering around not knowing what was happening. That's when, my body started moving, pretty soon I was on the floor grooving, I'd never felt more alive than that moment, I took the floor and stone cold owned it! People around were all shouting my name, and I was hotter than a barrel of fire, feeling the fame. It didn't matter whether or not I danced alright, all that mattered right then was that I danced all night. On the way home all that crossed my mind, was there ever going to be another time, when I could hit the floor dancing and shine, take any song played and make it mine, will I be able to dance at any occasion, I wanna dance and I'm losing my patiences. Cmon everybody dance to the beat, I wanna see you move your feet, C'mon!!

Later ladies and gents.

Friday, November 07, 2003

Hey, ladies, gents, whatever's in between. I've done nothing but neglect the ol blog this week, and with good reason. I've been feeling liket total crap. And that's not just your regular brand of crap, I mean complete and total crap. Like last night, I ate an entire deep dish pizza (you know the kind they were advertising on TV, by DiGiorno) and I made the mistake of getting just pepperoni. Topped off with Limade, needless to say, I felt like I was going to die the next morning, I know I sound like an old man but acid reflux is a real problem and it plagues people everyday. There's not much else to be said about that. And that's pretty much been my whole week. . .okay. As far as thought goes, I've not had many or any at all, though I've had some cool dreams. Like either last night or the night before that I dreamed I was a Jedi (yeah I know again) and I was just wreaking havoc, and then I had to go fight Darth Vader, and that was a totally awesome fight. I kicked his butt, him and his little AT-PT's. I was deflecting lasers and then I started fighting Darth, and Skyler was there, he was Padawan, and he was fighting droids. That was quite the dream. The cool part is that I was in complete black, and looked extremely Matrix like. That my friend, is what I call a dream. Oh yeah, I also bought another pair of shades, and two games. I got Metropolis Street Racer, and Space Channel Five. Both cool games deserving of my time and my money. Well maybe not my money, but definitely my time. Either way, I'm going to call it a day for the moment, cause I'm now rambling without much to say. Take it easy folks.

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

Must. . .never. . .eat. . .ribs. . .AGAIN!! I feel so sick. Hey people's who're reading this, its been quite the experience, really it was just quite the night. Oh what a night. . .I ate enough pork to be unclean by the Mosaic law for five weeks. Man, that was some good eating. My only hope is that it was all cooked good. Trichynosis is the last thing I need right now. . .or maybe that's what I need, they might pump my stomach then. And I could finally feel better. Breathe again and all that. Right. So I think I ate four racks of ribs, and I was going to break Kevin's record, but honestly, I'm glad I didn't. Kev's record was five, and I was on a roll until all that meat hit my stomach. Then, suddenly, common sense kicked in. And we all know what happens then. That's right, I stop thinking, and I go all primal. Not really, actually I just end up wishing I had something to stop me. Then Tremaine inspired me with the greatest saying ever, "Swallow your pride, not the pig!" And so I did. Believe it or not, pride was worse than the ribs. Speaking of which, I'm not even hungry today. I don't think I'll be hungry for the next three days. I gotta quit doing stuff like that this on days before I have to work. Anyway, that'll end Javann's thoughts for today. If you want something deep, check out some of the previous entries. October or September, both were good months actually. I'm going to go get something to drink, seeing how I can't eat anything just yet. Keep it real, riblets.

Monday, November 03, 2003

Don't you hate when you predict stuff, and then you're right? Nothing bothers me more than that. Because most of what I predict is someone using me, or even worse, me falling for something because I'm a total loser. Yeah, well that's negative self talk (to hear my communcations teacher tell it) and I engage in it quite a bit. I've always wondered how everyone else thought of themselves. How do you think of yourself? Is it always a happy and positive, or dark and negative? Are you hard on yourself, or do you think of yourself as being a great person? Me personally, I am extremely hard on myself, and I've continued to be that way, because truthfully, I'm not that great a person. I've got plenty of faults, and since I'm so close to them, they seem glaring and extreme. I'm sure from the surface I seem to be a normal person, but often when you scratch the surface of many things, you find things buried underneath, things that you don't want know, or see. With me, its as if i live underneath with those things, so I see them all the time, but I never see the surface, just like a fish living in polluted waters. I never see the ocean or what how it looks from above, but I can see how it looks from underneath, and I know its horrible. At least it looks that way to me. Oh well, I've done enough deep thought for one day, let me find something productive to do. . .

Sunday, November 02, 2003

Stacking the deck. Hey, ladies and gents. Its another beautiful night, and I'm here, and apparently, you're here too. So what should we do? Lets discuss the weekend. There was football to be had, and video games. The football game was fun, I guess, but the truth of the matter is, it was fun till this morning. When I got up this morning I was more pain than should be legally allowed in these here United States. Man, I couldn't move for about five minutes when I got up, and I couldn't think for about five more minutes. My dad told me to do something involving my unwashed masses (my laundry on the floor) and I had no idea what he said to me. I was just going with the flow. And we all know how much I enjoy that right? Right. . .so that was the morning thoughts for me. Then my afternoon thoughts consisted of me not wanting to go to work, there is nothing less fun than having to go to work when you feel like someone's attacking your body constantly with a steel bat. Not a wood one mind you, a steel bat. And that my friend, is a pain like no other. Well, there are other pains like it, but it really does feel like no other pain that I've ever known. Maybe that's because I'm a big whiny baby, and I guess I need to catch some cheese to go with my whine right? Right. Either way, I feel pretty good right now, barring the pain in my back. But that's expected right? Right. How many times have I said right? I lost count. You too? Most excellent. Anyway, lets call this a day, I'm going to go somewhere I can sit up straight and watch TV. Actually I'm just going to bed. Later, ladies and gents. Oh yeah, Jon if you catch this, I'm still formulating the verse. Catch me later aight?

Saturday, November 01, 2003

What's going on? This is yet another blog done from someone else's house. There's nothing better. This'll be short and sweet, but today was all about the football. I felt like crap when I got up, but I'm feeling mighty good right now. Mighty good. I gotta work tomorrow, so hopefully i'll be able to walk. Either way, I'm tired, and I want to play at some point, so I'm off to go do that. Take it easy, blog readers. Have a good weekend.