Deep thoughts from Jeremy Jacobson
“A washcloth is just a square scarf”
“We were forbidden to listen to AM radio stations growing up”
“Did you know that 20 babies fit into a tire? 40 if you blend them up”
“How many lesbians turn out to be urologists? That’s a slippery slope.”
So when you think to yourself “I should blog” and the first two titles that come to mind are Kelly Clarkson and Green Day lyrics, it is time to reasses. (no offense, I like her too. but not in the her-music-is-so-deep-and-she-totally-gets-me sort of way.)Luckily I found a Shins lyric. (Thanks ZB.)
Internet, I am driving myself crazy. Why is it that every November I come off this awesome “I’m so independent” or “I am unstoppable” high to land face first in a “tee-hee I like boys” attitude? Like really? What happened to Miss Independent?
She didn’t fall in love that’s for sure.
So what will happen next? I’ll spend the next month or so dwelling over meetings that are essentially meaningless. I’ll annoy the crap out of Sarah, Marci,and Jeremy by telling them every last irritating detail, like how he likes his coffee or what his shoe size is. I’ll have a daily meeting with Scott so he can decipher what this and that means, and convince him to convince me that he actually likes me. I’ll probably write a journal or something to keep me from blogging about it and embarrassing myself. Then he’ll tell me I’m his best friend. And then comes the crying.
At least the girls will bring me Tagalog ice cream and Jeremy and Becca will take me rummaging in Orem.
So my question is, WHY DO I KEEP DOING THIS TO MYSELF? Honestly? I do this over and over and over. I know that I’m happiest when I’m single, I know that I hate having ridiculous “crushes.” I know that I am annoying, yet I can’t stop. I? am a walking contradiction.
And I don’t know what to do.
All I know is I’ve never been so hurt.
Sarah says:
you are a sad, sad excuse for a human being.
Sometimes your words just cut to the quick.
I’m going to go sniff some sardines.
5:00 AM: My phone’s alarm clock goes off. The girls just left like four hours ago, and it’s time to get up
5:03 AM: Let The Duke out, force him to come back in, he was chasing a bird…
5:05 AM: Fight The Duke to take his vitamin, he likes to pretend that he’s swallowed the little blue pill, but never does.
5:08 AM: The Duke finally swallows the pill
5:30 AM: Leave for Becca’s.
5:37 AM: Panic, I’m out of gas and my car keeps beeping.
5:45 AM: Arrive safely to Maverik, 37.40 for a tank of gas? I wish I was dead.
6:05 AM: Make it to Becca’s without getting lost. Still five minutes late though. Damn, guess I’m not the punctual one after all.
6:20 AM: Stop at my house to get shoes and a jacket. Scare the crap out of my mom. Drop off stuff so Mikey can go check up on the Duke while I’m out for the day.
6:37 AM: Becca asks how long till we get there, I say about 30 mins.
7:00 AM: Get off the freeway. Orem is under construction. Bizarro-world is even more bizarre this morning.
7:15 AM: Arrive to Jeremy’s apt complex. Find a parking spot. Text Jeremy
7:16 AM: Jeremy walks out to the car, my my my, it’s good to see my friend.
7:17 AM: Drive around the wacky world of Orem. Becca tells us stories about the various buildings on the way. She used to work at Savers. Seriously could she be any cooler?
7:25 AM: Jeremy and Becca start talking about some viaduct or something. Apparently its a landmark. Lots of round abouts. I try really hard not to crash or get a speeding ticket.
7:30 AM: Arrive to the Village Inn. Still feeling sick due to events occuring earlier in the week.
8:30 AM: Head to Becca’s parents’ house.
8:45 AM: Arrive to the house of Becca’s past. Meet her parents and two dogs, Ollie and Betty. Ollie is no Betty. Still feeling a little queasy but so excited to be hanging out. Becca’s mom is really nice and loves gardening. She should be friends with my Mom. They could talk gardening. We snag the paper and go garage sailing. I’m totally starting the summer list before August this year and I’m proud of myself.
9:15 AM: Find some sweet stuff. Try to buy a cane for Mikey. They’re not for sale. In fact nothing in this garage is for sale. I get whacked with a cane, so i kick some throats.
10:30 AM: I told you Orem was bizarre, they have drive through gas stations. We order Dr. Pepper, Pepsi, water and a bag of sunflower seeds. The girl at the window thinks I’m batshit insane. She’s probably right.
11:11 AM: We visit Savers. I find a sweet scarf and trivial pursuit the 90s edition. Decide to only get the scarf. Jeremy finds an awesome couch and a cool camera. I should have purchased the camera but didn’t.
12:15 PM: Visit a local pet store. I recognize the shopping center, it has a UPS Store. A little person works at the store out there. Seriously. We look at the animals. Becca thinks about getting a turtle. I text Lisa and Marci asking them about their turtles and what they eat. Ms. Petunia eats meal worms, Mikey eats pellets.
12:35 PM: Drive around some more. Recognize another shopping center. It has a UPS Store. Stumble upon a super garage sale at an elementary school. Find some cool shirts, fall in love with everyone looking through the used items.
1:13 PM: Everyone needs to wazz. Becca and I hear each other wazz for the first time. We’re gonna be friends forever.
1:15 PM: Go to lunch, Osaka. Its tasty. I eat my entire meal. Haven’t done that for over a week. Hmmm. Things will be okay. Jeremy takes pictures of us. We sort of hate him, but oblige. After eating we lounge in a secret lounge. Take more pictures. Decide to go to the book store for books and caffeine.
2:30 PM: Drive to the book store. Recognize a few land marks while driving, including a restaurant i went to with Scott and Virgina a few months ago. I felt informed.
2:35 PM: Wander aimlessly around Barnes and Noble. Lose Jeremy. Find a cool new address book. Jeremy and Becca both decide to buy journals. Hope they like them as much as I love mine. Sit down to talk. Accidentally swear in Orem. Get a dirty look. Leave, look for candy, no such luck. Head back to Becca’s
3: 30 PM: Becca’s Mom plays from the music Jeremy bought at one of the garage sales, then plays Chopin. It was beautiful. She and Becca play a song from their past. It was like watching a memory. I marvel at how welcoming she was to me. Ollie is still no Betty, but he’s pretty damn cute. I don’t want the day to end.
4:30 PM: Drop Jeremy off at his apt. I’m sad to see him leave. We wave goodbye.
4:35 PM: Orem is still in shambles, we can’t find freeway on ramp
5:15 PM: Finally make it to the Salt Lake Valley. Drop Becca off at Jake’s parent’s house.
5:17 PM : The best Saturday ever is over. I have to make a phone call and return to reality, how will I survive? Oh yeah, we’re doing this again next month.
A while back I had a conversation with my dear friend Jeremy. We were talking about the girls and the various roles we play. Sarah is the fun outgoing one, Lisa is the smart one, and Marci is of course, the hot one. I referred to myself as the “boring serious one who always makes sure we’re on time.” Because lets face it, I tend to be boring, and you can’t argue my punctuality. He corrected me and told me that I’m the serious introspective one. For some reason that struck me as profound, and since having the conversation I have thought about it a lot. Introspectively of course.
I concluded that I blog because of my “serious introspective-ness.” I also concluded that I really am an artist who is torn up on the inside. It’s kind of neat, because I love blogging almost as much as I love making art, and for some reason it never occurred to me that I love them both for the same reason. I often worry that I don’t take photography as serious as I should because I’m too busy being preoccupied by life’s distractions. Now I know that the two are very much connected.
I think that I wear my life on my sleeve a little too much. I blog about things that are probably too personal for the internet, and I put my personal life into my work. I get it from my Mom. And I’m okay with that. I have been suffering some blogger’s remorse lately, but right now, at this very moment I don’t care. Some blogs are about politics. Mine isn’t. I have decided that my blog is about my creative process as an artist. To create I draw from experiences in my life. I draw from the records kept on this website.
So there you have it. I have become one of those incredibly irritating people who go around proclaiming to the world that they are, in fact, an artist. I don’t think that I am special because of my need to express myself, and I don’t think that my art is particularly great at this point. However this is who I am, and I’m glad to be that person, regardless of who likes me.
I suppose I should come with some sort of disclaimer: Warning! you may be blogged about.
I found this in my journal from a few weeks ago-
Things that make me happy:
Having a plan for the future
Calling Kevin “pervert”
Music, specifically live bluegrass
Crazy old men
Mikey’s George W. Bush impression
Becca’s laugh
Drunk-dancing Jake
Justin Timberlake music videos
Best Friends
Art
What the hell does rant mean
Jump balls
lists
Roller coasters
Springtime
Original NES games, and emulators on that note
Mortal Kombat, Super Mario World, Donkey Kong Country
Hmmm. Life can be so fickle sometimes.
Don’t really have anything to post about today… err tonight I guess… Just thought I probably should since it’s been 5 or so days since I wrote out my thoughts. Plus I’m waiting for the dryer to finish drying my bedding. I really need to invest in a second set of sheets these late nights waiting for the dryer are getting out of hand.
Like I said I don’t have a whole lot to blog about. A lot on my mind, yet nothing to say. Does that even make sense? A cluttered mind isn’t free to create I guess.
My weekend has been really great. Friday night we celebrated Jeremy’s birthday. It was a ton of fun, especially since I hadn’t seen him for about 2 months. Saturday was just as great, I spent the day with my family doing the Easter thing, then spent the night with some friends. It was one of those nights where you just dick around until 4 in the morning but have a blast doing it. I love nights like those.
I love Jeremy. Oh how I love Jeremy.
hobbes8u says:
I wonder if they would care if I took my pants off at work
Have a good’un
So, after telling me what to do with my life you should check out Jeremy’s blog. Because it’s funny. And I like him. So go. GO NOW!
Have a good’un
