Well, election time is quickly approaching, which means only one thing. . .people I don't know or particularly care about telling me they can solve my problems. Of course, they can't, there's nothing they can do but give me empty promises meant to be broken, but I have to admit they do that well. Or maybe its just that they do that frequently, because even a small child can see through their "master" plan to rule the world. Why would anyone take a job as a politician anyway? Its thankless. All the good you may want to do, you'll never accomplish because there's more government red tape than there are people wanting to make a change. Compared to the money it takes to get the job, the job itself doesn't pay worth even bothering. And lets not even talk about the constant hassle of listening to other people's pathetic and often times insignificant problems. Roads to be paved, noise to be halted, stores to be zoned and built, subdivisions seeking total seclusion, all of these are things that annoy me and would drive me to be as cynical as possible. Roads not smooth enough? Buy luxury cars or walk. Not enough stores? Learn how to do without. Too much noise? Don't worry about it, chances are you'll be deaf soon anyway. Want total seclusion? The cememtary's always quiet last I checked. I'm not saying that you should kill yourself, but you could live there, seeing how nobody else does. Basically, I could care less about the daily "problems" that certain citizens of the bourgeoisie and upper class have with the city. You don't like it? You want to seclude yourself? Prison is also a very closed off space with good security. Why not go there? In the long run, I think that anyone who really wanted to get elected would admit that he couldn't solve problems, at all. All he could do is make sure that everyone had someone to complain to. Because in all actuallity, that's all anyone wants. Seeing results is also a good thing, but not as good as the relief you get from spewing all your anger at someone. Why do you think they call themselves public servants?
My mood?

Fed up. . .

Today. Its not yesterday, and it definitely isn't tomrrow. Chances are today is exactly what you wanted or needed. Today is the type of day that you could sit down outside, watch the sunrise, and really take the time to reflect on life. Today. Today is grasping the here and now, and taking advantage of that which is in front of you. Yesterday is officially the past, and the past is often only remembered today, but is definitely forgotten tomorrow. Tomorrow, today will be the past, but today will not pass into yesterday easily forgotten. Today is the day that we remember tomorrow, and undoubtedly, today will be the memories that should have been forged yesterday. Yes, today will forever live in the memories of those to whom yesterday and tomorrow were most important, for today will be the day when those individual shall live in the present. Today will not consist of constant longing for the past, or with the desire to look forward only to the future, but today will be a day of the present, a day in which all who are so eagerly running forward, or longingly looking back will be forced to stop and notice their surrounding conditions. Yes, today will be that day. Today.

(Thunderous Applause)

My mood?

Every time I transform, I have to lose my shirt. . .that last one was Armani. . .ARMANI!!

Wednesday. People graduated from high school yesterday, and we ate food with them. Good times. I wrote this yesterday.

I'm pathetic, I useless, I'm nowhere in between,
Don't be sympathetic, that's useless, just another dream,
another hope, another thought, and its really just for you,
throw me a rope, pull it taught, and now you've saved you.
Gravity pulls at me, the ground rushes up, and soon I'll be gone.
I don't want you to see, how my body turns up, your part is done.
Don't cry, just remember that I told you I would eventually depart
this world is a lie, and I know that if you could you'd rip it all apart.
I can walk, I can stand, I can talk understand, and as I leave screaming,
I realize this will end simply because I don't know I'm dreaming.

My mood?

Lets go club seal pup hunters

Yep, its Tuesday. Tuesday, the day of Tues. Apparently, some people think I don't post enough in my blog. A ten day break and now you talk about me posting. You don't miss your water till the well runs dry. Of course there's no water involved in this blog because electronics and water don't mix. At all. So what is the Javann thinking? Well, yesterday outside Food World, I saw this old man walking across the street. As he walked, you could tell he was in pain. He had on a formal dress shirt and a pair of slacks, and some really big black thick glasses. And as I watched him walk across the road, I stood there to make sure that the car that was coming toward him stopped in time. It made me think about how sad it is when the human body deteriorates. What is it like to think that this is it? I remember talking to an older man at one point, and him saying that he'd seen everyone he knew die, and that he knew one day that he too would die, and he seemed rather resigned to his fate. How does a person cope with that kind of pallor looming over you in the distance? As I watched the elderly man cross the road, I kept walking to my car, and part of me wanted to go back in and help him. I guess it was because he seemed to be alone, that no one was there to help him, not even his children. He had come to the grocery store by himself, and to me, that magnified his age. Not only is he struggling to make it across the road, but no one cares, not even those who he brought into the world as his progeny. The people who were driving back and forth in the parking lot were moving so fast that it seemed that one of them would easily run over him and keep going, not giving it a second thought. He was just someone who was waiting to die, at least to me, and as I walked out the car, I thought about how easy it is as a young person to take my youth for granted. Its easy to write off older people as being just a foot in the grave, waiting for their final nap. I kept thinking about it once I got home, and I decided that next time I see someone like that, that I'll turn around and at least offer to help them, not because I pity them and I think they need help, but because I want them to know that someone cares, and that someone doesn't want them to be walking zombies waiting for the grave to swallow them.

My mood?

I really couldn't tell you. . .

Silence monkeys!! Yes, it is the moment you all have been waiting for. And no, I don't think any monkey's really read any of these posts. But there's nothing better than a rainbow monkey. Yep. So anyway, I'm finally done with school, I've finished all of my classes and now its time for some rest and relaxation. So what does that involve? Well basically just work and service, so really there isn't any time for the relaxation, except I don't have to learn anything. That's always a plus. So I'm really not back into the swing of things, but not to worry I'll be back around to myself in no time. I haven't had too many deep thoughts, but when some hit me I'll be sure to post them. Anyway, take it easy.

My mood?

Proof that bears exist?