I'm just going to go ahead and draw a metaphorical connection

between a limbo stick and the phrase "How low can you go?" And if you don't know what I'm talking about, read on, and it will start to make sense...




I've always felt obligated to defend my hometown whenever its reputation was challenged. I wouldn't exactly say that the town is paved with one memory lane after another, but it's where I did all of my growing up crap (i.e. adolescence and all its wonderfully meager tragedies). So to find myself back here (if even for two weeks) without any friends, laying in my old bed, in my old room, blogging to an empty internet, well... it's sort of depressing.

I have to change something. Something's gotta happen. I seem to enjoy fantasizing that a girl in my life would solve my problems, but I should know better than to place so much worth in a relationship. It'd just be one less thing to worry about.

So what do I do? Continue to write. Make up stories to entertain myself, whether or not they are unrealistic or difficult to understand, or even just bad writing.

This post is a little sporadic, and not so well spoken. I tried to clean it up a bit, but things just aren't flowing right now.

smile. grimace. snarl.

***

My feet were heavy as I followed Bridget down the stairway. Each time she turned down another flight I'd see her face, but she never looked at me; she just kept silent. I started to think that she wasn't going to stop at my floor, and that she would endlessly walk down that stairwell if she could. Suddenly she began to speed up her pace, and pretty soon was dashing down the stairs on her heels.

I just stopped where I was standing. "Is she really leaving?" I thought. "Should I go after her?" But then it was quiet. I listened for a moment, and then rushed down the stairs to find her standing in front of the door. I grimaced. She was slightly out of breath, and once again I was left staring at the back of her head. Her hair wasn't waving anymore, but draped around her shoulders, motionless.

"What was that up there?" She asked.

"I think I should be the one asking that question. You were the one who glared at me and started acting crazy."

"FIRST of all, YOU think ALL girls are 'crazy!' Whenever you have problems with them, no mater what it is, you just say "AUGH UH I DUNNOH, SHE'S BEIN CRAAZY."

I was silent.



"Why did Susan ask if we were doing anything perverted? Did you tell people that you were going to make a move on me or some shit while we were up there?"

I was sort of relieved. "Of course not! Hahaah" I said, trying to lighten the mood. "I fucking hate you!"

She didn't say anything, but laughed a bit, turned around, and leaned against the door. "Well I hate you too" she said, half smiling.

I smiled back, "You okay?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, yeah I am." She looked like she had sobered up.

I put my arms out for a hug since it felt like the proper thing to do. "Not trying to make a move, promise" I said.

"Haaha oh um, no thanks" she said, "but how about a handshake?" She took a step towards me, and that's when I saw it. Through the window. Tim. Headed strait for the door. Drunk. Belligerent. Deviously snarling.

And that's how Bridget got a minor concussion.

***

How to relive an Athens Dance Party (venue version)

Step 1: Buy Sparks (note: you actually can't buy the original anymore, unless I suppose you to to 283).

Step 2: Listen to this



Step 3: Go outside, smoke cigarette, go home.

three days until his one year mark since his death. shine on michael.

EXTREME MODE:

There she was, what was I supposed to do?

A small pendant floated above her chest, attached to her neck with a thin, metal chain. Strange that in a situation like this, I'm focused more on her than trying to enjoy myself... I watch her face, and see her lips part just enough to silently gasp for air; her eyebrows raise together like two hands praying.

"Oh my god that was amazing, I need a few mintues, but I want to go again."

That was a story about being on a roller coaster.

***

"Prayers don't go anywhere..."
I watched her hair sway across her shoulders. She was staring off into the distance, most likely not thinking at all about whatever she was looking at.
"Some people think they do" I said, "and what's wrong with that anyway?"
"I never said there was something wrong with it" she said, her head turned slightly, looking at me from the corner of an eye. "I was just thinking out loud. It may sound stupid, but that's the first time that I've heard myself say it... and believed it."
I started thinking that maybe it wasn't such a good idea that we had those extra shots. "She always gets like this" I thought, "What do you want me to say?" I asked.

"Nothing I guess..."

I knew she had been going through some problems. School was stressing her out. Her friends were sparse and distant. I can't touch her at times like this. I can't even put my hand on her shoulder. People close up sometimes, and they just think themselves to death. Maybe it's my fault that most of my friends are inclined to express themselves with their own self-realized truths of the world. A simple "I feel lost" would do just fine, but then again, everyone does sometimes...

I was silent. I stared off into a distance of my own, claimed a part of the skyline as my own apathetic background, and thought, "hmmm, okay, so prayers don't go anywhere. Why would she say that?" It was at that moment that I heard Susan's voice calling from below.

"Hey! What are you guys doing up there? Nothing perverted I hope!"

I leaned over the ledge to see her doing the same out the window. As she looked up and waved, her face... there was something about her face and her smile that made me want, very suddenly, to be back in the apartment.

"No we are just having a discussion!" I said with lousy conviction.

"WER HAVNG A DISCUSSHUN" she said back in a low voice, "just get back down here! You're missing the party!"

I smiled at her and leaned up and turned around to find Bridget looking at me right in the eye. She wasn't tense, or angry, but she looked sad. She looked like she had stopped thinking, and was now feeling.

"Hey" I said anxiously, "ready to go back in?"

She cracked half a smile and through it, a cold "Sure" came through. She turned around, and began walking towards the door without waiting for me to follow.

"Oh god" I thought, "What am I supposed to do now?"

***

Okay so that story might not make too much sense... but I haven't written any short material in months, so I thought I'd give it a go since it is SUMMER.

and in case my writing is not good enough, I wanted to end the story with the main character talking to god (but I guess actually swearing) since the girl at the beginning thinks that prayers are pretty much pointless.

Here are some pictures interspersed with my thoughts on not pictures

Today I laid down the law in the form of garden rock @ a local Applebee's. ABBLEPEES MOTHERFUCKER! abblepees... abblepees...



I celebrated the long day of work with some pizza, and watched as Portugal beat the crap out of North Korea. I would feel sorry for them, but they super hate South Koreans. If not that though, tension is at least high...



Sometimes I really have trouble letting go of the past. Sometimes I just wish I was back in a period of my life where I was having a lot of fun. What's actually happened though is that I've decided only to remember the really good parts of all the events leading up to this point. Then I want to go to them.



"I don't think I'll ever be able to listen to this band with out thinking of you."



Sure I've made mistakes, just like everyone, only... I feel like mine are super terrible. It's not something that you want to confront. You just accept that we are not friends anymore.



Sitting at the end of the concrete dock, overlooking Michigan Lake.



"I want to travel."
"Then why don't you?"
"I don't know... there are things that I have to do here."
"And there are things that I have to do there..."



Last night I was stupidly imagining what it'd be like to go back in time, to a previous point in my life, and not do things the way that I did. I knew it was pointless to think about, but it excited me, because that's how I view things (AS IF THIS POST WASN'T APPARENT ENOUGH).

-J

SAVE HER!!!!!!!

happy belated birthday to jay

twin sister

anyone else heard of this band? I heard them today on the radio and loved it! It's like Genevieve Schatz of Company of Thieves teamed up with Summer Camp and made some chill wave.

Twin Sister - All Around and Away We Go



Summer Camp - Ghost Train



Company of Theives - Oscar Wilde


who wants to put together the mash up? would that really be a true mashup if all of the artists shared such similar traits?

It's a fine line between sentimentalism

and legitimately saddening material. You could be a widower, watching old 8mms of a trip you had with your wife just after you kids were born, watching it on the garage door, drunk, and in the late night, not caring whether the neighbors are watching. They know your story, and they know you try your damn hardest to raise two kids.

you know, that kind of stuff can just be fabricated...

what's something sadder than that? A kid who's father died in a car wreck and he brings in an unfinished model airplane that they had both been working on. He presents during show and tell with pride, only slightly hinting at mourning, since he has not yet absorbed the impact of his father's death until he is in front of the class and realizes that he will have to complete the airplane by himself.

Or maybe a wife is rushing to the hospital because her husband has suffered a trauma to the head. It's a hereditary deterioration of the blood vessels in the brain. Freak accident. And she sold her hair so that she could buy him a case for his watch. FUCKING DEPRESSING.

i'm out, peace.

Recent Design Work

We were assigned three spreads for a magazine/coffee table book, to be executed via In Design:

I did mine on comic book artists, I only wish I could have done the whole thing, it would have pretty fun (fun = time consuming)









It's not up to par with a professional layout, but it was nice to see things come together in the introduction class.

Here's a picture I traced in Illustrator:


Can you guess who it is?































Eh, it sort of looks like him.

-J

Hipsters

your gutterpunk DIY bike fender:

"Keep the shitty water off your back and in your stomach!"

this was originally posted as an album cover that didn't quite make it:

The second I saw it I thought, "Someone would want that as a tattoo."

I drink pbr and would want that tattoo.

Speaking of Princes, Harry Potter has a new poster:

My bad, it's the Deathly Hollows, but if it HAD been the half blood prince, oh man, would I have made a sort of okay transition...

In Hermione Granger and the Post Hogwarts Blues, the smartest wizard of her age finds herself out of college and without a job! Forced with the plight of living with her parents, she decides to instead ensue hilarity. Hilarity ensues.

I have a lot of work to do...

i can't feline my eyes (or something equally as bad)

link

Absurdity

If it were up to me...

This would just be a site that I randomly updated with things that I find on the internet, but alas, I feel obligated to insert SOME sort of writing into it. Hopefully I'll start posting more stuff more often

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

There's been a lot of hype surrounding the new Scott Pilgrim movie due out soon (which I am pretty excited about!) so I figured I'd post the extended trailer here for anyone who hasn't seen it yet (although, I'm guessing that the ones who are most excited for this have already seen it...)


so this is for you new kids on the block!



Glad to see that Schwartzman made it into the movie. This is definitely a story that I'm going to try and have read before I go see it.

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J Sayer's comic Thingpart which contains lighthearted and sometimes absurd humor. Often revealing well thought out jokes and extended situational humor.

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