STRESS

STRESS consumes me. There is a vein on the top left corner of my head that bulges out everytime I am stressed. Well it also bulges out when I sing. It isn't that I'm straining to hard; its that my own body is getting stressed out in hearing itself sing. Anyways... what a tangent; and only three sentences in. So there is stress from school (some wise dude [mark twain] said that i never let my schooling interfere with my education), future (thats a big one; and i'm not talking about 1000 years from now when alien robots dominate our planet [its true, its going to happen, and we'll live to tell about it because before we all die, mad scientists are going to put our brains in time capsules and implant them into new bodies]), people (I secretly hate everybody... well not everybody; but that cute smile that I always put on? Well you can't judge a book by its cover, and I'm talking negatively this time. I'll smile at you, but I'll secretly hate you... the thing is that I just don't know how to frown, its a bit more difficult; frusterating for that matter, and then that vein on the top of my head is just going to explode... and blood splatterings is a douche to clean I'm sure), and unsatisfaction (self explanatory). So to forget about all these troubles and worries that are weltering in my head, I decided to take a jog this morning along a scenic route in Porter Ranch, California. What a beautiful day. There is an equillibrium between the sun and the clouds. The air is crisp. The weather is lukewarm, just the way I like it. I felt like freaking bambi. So I wake up early, around 8 and put on my running shoes, my basketball shorts which I wore at night but took off because it got too hot in the middle of my sleep (but I didn't remember when I woke up so I was like "wtfreak where are my pants!?"), and I just keep that smelly shirt that I wore the night before on (who cares? Its me, and I'm sure nature loves the sweat and grime that collects on my shirt through the eight hours of my daily slumberment [not a real word i dont think, but it makes me feel smart]). Anyhow, so I'd love to have a partner in crime in this. So I call my friend Sam... doesn't pick up, probably still sleeping. So I decide to be spontaneous about it and so I drive to his house and ring the bell... no answer, probably still sleeping. So I go to his back yard and he has a ladder that leads to his balcony which is outside of his room. Great... I'm afraid of heights, but I did it! I did it!! (And this is how you break into sam's house hehe). So I open the door... and his brother looks at me like I'm some monster (and hes like in just his boxers). Well so I wake up Sam and I'm like, "LETS GO RUNNING!". So he gets dressed, we get in my car. Its going to be awesome. A bromantic time take a nice jog on the wonderful scenic path in Porter Ranch, California... right? wrong... As soon as i get in the car... RING RING RING, "hello?" "hey can you come and play drums for EM service?"... that vein on the top left corner of my head... kaboom... everything is ruined... blood is everywhere... and freakin a man, i just washed my car too -.-

So moral of the story? There is none... But that was failed attempt at trying to keep that vein on the top left corner of my head from exploding...

More to come, stay tuned;

Oh and heres the song of the day

New Year, New Horizons, Same Old Feelings...

It's really just another day... I used to put so much imaginary magic into the words "new year"... like it would take away the mistakes I made in the past, like I could start over with a new slate and that people could see me differently, like I could wake up on new years morning and step into a new world. No, thats not the case... it never was, and it never will be. I'll wake up to the same locomotive whistling through my neighborhood, my parents fighting over something stupid, or the loudness and vibrations of my own flatulence... Yes 01/01/2010 oh how sweet the sound... I wish I started out this year better... You know, I felt real good this new years eve. I was starting to love life and everything around me... for a second... need I say more? But when your only floating as well as a cannonball, gravity is not your best friend... and when you get the worst gut feeling because you feel stabbed in the back by someone who you trusted; loving life gets a little more difficult... and when you top it all off with some hypocrisy, bitterness, and sadness, oh that slap in the face can take the joy right out of you... and then you say its all good and you keep it to yourself and it builds up inside... hello 2010 with a cynical attitude... you will lean on me like a tree with no roots

The little things...

I've realized that the little things can hurt the most...

-Your teeth are a little in regards to your entire body, but if someone smashes them with a hammer, you can't talk and and you can't chew.

-Your toe and fingernails are little, but if someone peels them off so that the dermis under them is exposed, you can't walk for the year it takes for it to grow back and you can't grab things

-You look awfully wierd without your eyebrows

-Mean words can hurt... if your a little prick or an overly butthurt individual

But yeah, the little things do add up and they can hurt pretty bad. But lets stop thinking negatively, because the little things can add up do feel pretty good too.

justinkohfosho: u make bomb ass friggen hambugers
jonnyx818: ddue
jonnyx818: that is the nicest thing
jonnyx818: anybody has said to me
jonnyx818: in a while

"If I must love my fellow man he'd better hide himself away, for as soon as he shows his face then there's an end for my love for him."

Eff... 

Faster than the speed of li...

...ttle munchkins

Well they aren't that fast anyways...

Heh, you thought I was going to say light; but lets take light...

Unlike the speed of munchkins, light travels at a ridiculously fast rate.... oh and fun fact, did you know that if you were going as fast as half the speed of light and you saw light pass you, light would still look like it was traveling at its full speed from your point of view? Crazy huh? It's been proven by numerous experiments. Even if you head straight into a light beam, it would be traveling at the same constant speed. Why? Because time does not play a factor. If an object moves fast enough in space, it disregards time.

So I have an idea... lets all put our mushy brains to work and make a car that moves faster than the speed of light... then we can go in it and chill for about an hour watching tv and come out and it would be the year 2892...

Yes in the year 2892 the world has come under the control of one government... called X291. His majesty, the royal Amabo is an okay ruler, but much like our current president, the people are very disatisfied with him. There are no more trees or any sort of greenery for that matter, they are all locked away. The world is covered in an artificial bubble to protect from the poisonous gases of the atmosphere. All oxygen is artificial. Robots live side by side with humans and are about to rebel... It just goes on and on.

What I'm saying is I have to go to the year 2892 and kill Amabo so that I can become king of the world...

Okay, but yes; on the note of time travel and speed; time does fly... very quickly... soon I'll be worm food... great (:

But in the mean time, before I become worm food; I sort of mapped out a plan for my life...

So I graduate high school; either spend four years at the Naval Academy (if I get in) or go to USC or UCLA (hopefully) on a ROTC scholarship... major in history; and they'll pay for my college and give me a stipend.

Graduate and try to become a flight officer... which adds 2 years onto my 5 year minimum service. Add one more year and I get my graduate school paid for. Have alot of fun and do awesome stuff in the military and make some cash on the other side. (Pay is pretty good, alot better than the normal college graduate, and no tax or living costs and alot of benefits). Spend 2 years in graduate school at some pretty nice school hopefully and get my PHD in History. 

Become a professor and go to Korea and teach at a university to support my family. Spend my spare time playing in a ska/rock/jazz band raising awareness about poverty. Spend alot of time in third world countries doing humanitarian work and making alot of friends along the way. 

Get married and have three kids maybe move back to the states or go wherever the wind takes me. Yes... and so thats the game plan... And then I can die happy and be glad to live that same life over and over again... (I'm following Nietzsche's philosophy haha)

But unlike Nietzche, I'm not an athiest or anything like that; I hope to go to heaven... not live my life over and over again; heh

But... "everyone wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to die"

Song of the day...

to be or not to be? that is the question...

My life right now is like a Darren Aronofsky film... I have no idea what the f%^! is going on. (if you watched Pi you would've got that joke)

So choosing what to do with your life isn't like deciding between Ryu and Sagat in Street Figher 2... no; its actually a lot more tougher than that. Because in Street Fighter 2, its okay to choose the wrong character. If you suck with Ryu, you can choose Sagat after you die. You can't really die and start over with life... you see?
Another difference... there are just so many choices... there are like what? 12 character's in Street Fighter 2? And heck, how many choices can you make in life? (The smarty pants answers:) More choices than I get at Baskin Robbins that's for sure! 

HAHA and everyone laughs...

But enough with the spontaneity

Latley I've just been complaining about life... because I really don't have much else to talk about... so what now? I can mourn about the ticket I got a few days ago or weep about the tremendous amount of homework I have... but I just did it right there... heh I'm pretty sneaky huh?

WELL I think everyone should get to know something new about me everyday, so I'll start here...

After picking my nose while driving, I trying to flick it outside of my car, but it always ends up on the back of my thumbnail or something, so I just smear my fingers together until the wind takes most of the booger reminents off... pretty gross huh?

... eh, thats good enough for today... its 2 am... I never stay up until 2 am, can't think of anything clever to say... sorry guys

but heres a song of the day:

maybe if i hide in my closet for 17 hours all my troubles will go away...

Please leave a message for... "Jooooosteeen!"... after the beep

Hey Justin, it's Life again. Just wanted to talk, but I guess your not really answering any of your calls right now. I was wondering when you wanted to hang out. There's this place called Hawaii down in the Pacific Ocean and it's pretty nice. I wish you had some time to go down with me. Anyhow, feel better and I hope to here from you soon. Bye! *Chuckchick (The onomotopia for when the phone is hung up)

VOICEMAIL: You have "18" messages

First message: Justin, on top of the chores I told you to do, you have to take the package I left in front of the door to the shop too.

Second message: Hey its mommy, just wondering what grade you got on your math test...

Third message: This is College Board reminding you... *Chuckchick

Life: What the heck Justin! You never called me back!

Justin: Sorry, I've been so caught up with crap latley that I didn't have a chance to hang out with you. Hey but I promise in about 109 years, I'll have time for you again

Life: No dude... its over *Chuckchick

Well thats how I feel right now...

Song of the day: