It is official, JIB has gained 1x Facebook. Not sue why I'm saying it, most the people still here are already on my friends list. That being said, in the interest of being as lazy as possible, I might not post here for a long while, as I can do the same thing on The Facebook, and more people would read it. I'll be famous, just as soon as I find something controversial to write/type...maybe its time for my "God is a Socialist" paper I've been meaning to get to.

-JIB

Why is artistic weasel blurry?

Actually, its been 1 year, 225 days, 7 hrs, and 1 minute since my last post, but who's counting?

Lots of stuff has happened in the last 1.617ish years. I got my firefighter I and II license, got my EMT-B license back from the state, started and am mostly through my paramedic training (and doing quite well too), have trained for and subsequently been stomped in a MMA match (0-1 FOREVER!!![actually until I get more time and energy to train more]), I switched from a crappy, low-paying job to a slightly better, slightly higher-paying job, actually dated someone for a while(a real person this time), then broke up, all but quit playing MTG, DnD, and compy games, started playing Dark Heresy, 360, and going to bars, stopped going to church, but regained a more absolute faith.

I think that's about it. If I forgot anything let me know.

-JIB

Sup all.

This summer thing is boring, too much free time.

Got Forza Motersport 2 for the 360, figured out how to drift a curve at 40 and not end up in the wall.

Work sucks, I hate my job and kinda want a different one, but I doubt I could find a better one that will tolerate the academy in the fall.

Started playing with that MySpace thingy, apparently people need it to learn about other people. Saves on potentially good, invigorating conversation and skip straight to the boring pointless conversation. Whatever, it gives me a chance to weird people out.

That's all I think. Peace out yo.

-SPQR

Points to note:

Finished school
-scored lower on final exam than I wanted (92%)
-GPA jumped to 3.8, but I am missing the lecture from the first half of the semester, so that should be higher

Have all EMT paperwork in the mail
-everything has a licensing fee
-saving people is expensive

Decided to not quit job
-only until end of June left
-ignore hassle of looking for another

Decided to take the active approach
-on what I intend to keep to myself
-fat chance of it happening, but hey, I surprise myself sometimes

-JIB

Pancake boxes lie. Ten to twelve pancakes my foot, I make three, guess the pakecake people don't know anything about (ex-)Boy Scouts.

Anyways, now to the hard(serious) part. Two years and nine days ago, I told a story of someone that I met (Steph), and how we hit it off and went out and stuff. Now I have to destroy it.

The whole story, Steph included, is a lie.

It never happened.

I looked everyone in the eye, lied to your faces, accepted your praises, sympathy, and good will, all for my little fantasy, so I wouldn't have to tell you I lied.

All I can say is how sorry I am, and how I will pay everyone back for my deceit.

-JIB

So, long time, no type.

Not that I don't care, there just haven't been anything of note, or of note to people that didn't already know.

Yesterday was an....indescribable day. It started plainly, work from 6a-2p on 4 hours of sleep. Went home to do "stuff" then nap, but I never got to fall asleep. At about 5p-ish, I got a call from Steph (ex-girlfriend for those with short memories). She was home for the weekend (something about not wanting to be at State over a major drinking holiday), and wanted to hang out. Sure, why not.

Went over there at about 7p-ish. Her parents had gone to some party and her bother was out getting wasted at a friends house (at least he was honest about getting wasted, her hungover parents insisted they didn't want to drive with drunk people traffic). We started talking about life and "stuff", watched some chick flick. At some point, she busted out a bottle of wine to "lighten the atmosphere".

Things get kinda fuzzy after that. We started talking about what happened to us, why we broke up, what we felt about each other, etc. Then we were making out on the couch, then walking down the hallway, then on her bed, then *censored for content*, then that damned sun thingy shining through the window and a pounding headache.

After locating all necessary articles of clothing, we had a somewhat quiet breakfast. When her parents came in all hungover-like, I explained that I slept on the couch as I also didn't want to face drunk people (natural 20 bluff check). Drove home and here I sit. Not sure what to feel, except utter hatred for that damned sun.

-JIB

I'm wearing pants, and I'm wearing combat boots.

I rock.

Who is the stronger person: the one who feels every pain and endures it or the one who cuts themselves off from the pain they feel?

Which is more disrespectful: hating something with every fiber of your being, or viewing it as not worthy to hate?

II Kings 2

23 And he (Elisha) went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head.

24 And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the Lord. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them.


Matthew 19

13 Then were there brought unto him (Jesus) little children, that he should put his hands on them, and pray: and the disciples rebuked them.

14 But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven

Last night, before going to bed, I tried to work out the next part of the campaign. The hard part wasn't figuring out what I wanted to happen, or how to make sure it happened. The hard part was just doing it. That caught me off guard as usually I like writing adventures, and this one has been in the works for a while, and has a full story arc with an end point. So how could it be hard?

Today I woke with the answer. I didn't want to work because I feel no one would appreciate it, save me. Last week and the week before, you all have been exploring a tomb that's thousands of years old. The mood should be dark, gloomy, and apprehensive, yet with everyone cracking jokes and adding their funny little interruptions, it was like you were at a festival. Why should I bother to spend my dwindling free time on something one one wants, and that causes stress?

I shouldn't, so I won't. This week might be the last I do. Now to deflect the inevitable whining, here's what I want, plain and simple. Keep it serious, keep it on track, and most importantly, NO MORE FUCKING INTERRUPTIONS. Everyone, with the possible exception of Toni, has interrupted me in the middle of a room description more times than I can count (no of course not you, its everyone else thats the problem). Yes I know part of it is my fault, I crack jokes too. No more from me.

-JIB