Tuesday, May 31, 2005

ratting myself out

"If the world was a place where it's leaders were not like horny teenages with their dicks hungry for war, I'd have not so much of a beef with signing up for the draft."
and that was about the end of the discussion i had with my mom about the importance or lackthereof of the draft.
I just feel bad being like "yeah, i'll help you" while knowing i'd get in and be like "i hear this ringing noise in my ear - yes, my ear which is GAY, sorry."
because fighting is appartently not for fags >_<
It makes not sense
and when bullets are thrown in
it's just lame
so now i'm going to pick up the phone
and give them my name
and say that i'll play their game
because when important matters come around
I bend over

"And so I sleep - and dream I am able to fly. They will respect a man with wing! Later when I awoke, I learned that while I was sleeping- the city had

burned."

I'm starting to get tired, but in that lazy way that fatigue comes about. All night between bullet games and those with the big bulky guys and girls that fight I was thinking of how easy it is that I fall infatuated with someone. it's little boyish of me but still it happens.
But I won't elaborate because of all the lovers i have.
ha ha
so true, so true
well, it's the crack of 11:03
and i'm taking a dive into something that doesn't have
attachment
or enough fluff for me not to feel the bars underneath it.
"love me, love me,
Say that you love me.
hold me, hold me,
go on and hold me.
I don't care about anything but you."
Damn Cardigans

cigars and kung-fu

mark and I sat on my porch playing video games all night long. it was good, and my mom didn't even care!

So throw your objectivity into
a


well?

Saturday, May 28, 2005

i just accidentally called jordan's house and woke up his mom - not his cell. I rule

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so i went to grace's house tonight for frisbee and food
they start with the same letter
how could the combination go wrong?
oh, but it did
it went wrong when assholes came and ate all of nice nice grace's
meat-free pizza and decided to leave
not unlike a piss-ant
i followed said assholes to sam's parkinglot
but still felt like a shit
so i got elliot and kyrie to go back to grace's
and play frisbee in her front yard
until this grace girl got back
it was all in all much better than frisbee
it being sitting in her mother's school room
where here three younger siblings are taught
they're 5, something, and 11
and talking
and this is me not trying to be a sarcastic ass
i really did like talking to her in her mom's smelly school room
much more than i would ever like playing frisbee

geeze steve, it's like you have a crush
shuddup
anyway, then i went to luther's friend john's house
and that was crazy
we watched kill bill 1
and that movie is not not bloody
I got a headache from that experience


and uncomfortable

but hey, C'est la vie
and all of those other mispronunciations

then 2:30 came around and I was like

Friday, May 27, 2005

yeah, it's night

I feel like i let mark down tonight
I know that it was just moving a car
but it feels like more than that
more than trivial

Fuck, i've been letting shit down lately
like - not even just other people,
but myself too
everyone i told "yeah I've already sent it off" to,
sorry - my name is jacob and

i am a liar

I'm going to go finish editing
and writing
and finishing

...stuff

but maybe i'm a tired liar

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

i went to heaven.... i couldn't get in

well i've gotten past high school
I had a weird dream
need to wash my clothes so that my room will stop its smelling
though making it able for others to come into my room can only lead to rubbish
i missed midge's grad party and haven't talked to her since >_<
it's been crazy here or at my house.
i'm just trying to to come home to being asked to leave

Friday, May 20, 2005

It was bad enough constantly reminding myself of my short comings

now, thanks to thinking that it was a good idea to share something with a bud,
I can be reminded by other people and feel their sympathy

fuck it

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

...well i know that now.

"He[the INS agent] was all pissed off 'cause I didn't know what the biggest river was"

"... I feel like I'm a tourist - a permanent one."

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It just seems like the world is of the mentality that says either live how we want you to or we'll fuck up your life to teach you a lesson.

...fu....damnit

so right now, theres about nothing that is going to motivate me into picking up my viola.
Even though, I do have to finish/start a composition for my theory final tomorrow
and it would be nice if i did practice those scales i'll be recording after school
but seriously, i've been conditioned into thinking whatever i play is bullshit
thanks chris
so maybe this is it
and i've been wasting all my mom's hard earned pay

Friday, May 13, 2005

I just want to climb trees and be one with everything

The year is finishing its tumble- and parts of today seemed like it had never began to roll.
I had one of those things happen today in journalism where I could incoherently know what I was trying to say, but could not
When this happens, I forget words - very simple words - all together
then my grasp on syntax goes
and there I'm left deaf and dumb.

I was trying to redo my senior article so that it wouldn't seem like a 'hey, fuck you. bye' stunt of end of the year arrogance directed towards some people of the sig staff. But, when I tried to revise, I became aware that nothing could come together.
then I started getting intimidated by the most trivial things

Ms. Atkinson turned to me during class in a rolly chair next to the one I was sitting in and asked me, "what are you trying to add in?"
I do not believe I have been so ashamed of a ernest response of mine in my life.
I stared at her with squented eyes; mumbling out my incoherent thoughts in their incoherent form.

I hate it when people genuinly think i am dumb. I don't know why it gets to me so much... yes i do
I just kept apologizing about my incompetence after everything i said

I think it was all this stress about audition
crap. break over

Thursday, May 12, 2005

i miss you. please come back to me, sweet zzz

i am so tired. getting this cd together so I don't sound like crap with the humidity killing my instrument is choking the life right out of me
not to mention all the finals jazz and funness of the end of the year...
and since ms. snyder decided to have a meeting with the school and faculty today responding to complaints about and the direction of the school, I have to do a large revision of my article..... or I could just leave it and most likely get yelled at.
I don't know. I think i'd rather just let somethings stay crappy instead of getting yelled at if I complain about them.
crap, I forgot about mailing those letters >_<
So this is the toast and jam of the situation:

Ms. Aktinson is like, hey stephen, write a senior article for the Globe.
and all is good
then i'm like, sounds cool Ms. Aktinson, what should I write it about?
and all is good
and then she's like, you decide.
and stephen is confused.

you see, spending four years at Sig, the school of higher learning, has not really taught me how to be creative. I know that sig's creed is all about "excellence" in creativity, but here I am - a week or so from leaving - and I find myself coming up a little short in the excellence bit. I know that my gpa is nothing that should come out of sig, but it just seems lame that I have 2 weeks or so to write an article on a topic of my choosing, and I cop out and have to write an article about how "the most important thing I learned at sig is that it's okay to be a little retarded." I don't know. It just doesn't seem up to the pedigree of the students who took multiple years at both evsc and signature school.
I don't know, maybe i'm just trying to use sig as a partial scapegoat for my in competency. I mean, I most likely have the worst gpa coming out of sig which probably means that I'm not the model student... I don't know. Lately, I've just been thinking about how I went to sig in the first place because they were supposed to strive for excellence in the arts (instrumental music). Personally, I feel that they have failed in that aspect of their creed. It's just become exponentially annoying to me every time I see one of the 26 billion framed signature mission statements hung up on the walls all about signature setting this facade of hardcore education that is balanced across the different areas of knowledge in the standards they hold. The arts got the asshole of the deal. The music department does not even have instruments to loan out to students, nor do they even make the instrumental music class part of the normal day - it takes place one hour before school starts. There are many, many electric key boards, but not even one shitty school owned instrument - the kind evsc schools are just flowing all about with - is financed.
Every year that I have gone to Signature, our principal, who I do hold a great deal of respect for, gathers all of the students in the Victory theater and gives a speech usually inspired by her finding out the extent of the half-assing going on by the students. In this speech, each year, she has come to a point where she says, here is the signature creed - if you don't like it, leave. And, she is very intimidating when saying this; it's a very good tactic. However, where should the administration go when they do not hold up that same creed? It seems that in the midst of all the hustle to get Sig's charter up and about they prematurely ejaculated out this creed holding promises of high standards of academics and integrated technologies along with the arts. But, that's not the case. The arts are second step to academics by a long shot, with - in my opinion - standards far below those of evsc schools with the exception of Sig's choir with Mr. Becker directing.
I don't know.
I guess I'm just venting out my frustration, but sig seriously sucks with its instrumental music program. If they tried to enter into a contest, i don't think they'd even be allowed to enter. It's pathetic, yet some of the best instrumentalists are students there.

Monday, May 09, 2005

This day has been my own personal version of Iraq...

Fuck

Thursday, May 05, 2005

em ot yadhtrib yppah

i was born today
which was a good thing for me

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Almost the age to be actively discriminated against - good thing US Liberty doesn't like shooting at white people

my 89yr old mum laughed at me when I asked for the movies Malcolm X and Ghandi for my birthday.
I'd really just like school to be over with,
but I'm a liar.
I really hope the scholarships will be good.
If not, I'm afraid I'll decay to the state of
recording washed up pop songs with whoever comes along.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

COME GET SOME!

okay I do not know how to have a site host mp3 files
and i really don't feel like learning how
so
leave me a message of some kind
if you
want your copy
of

THE SPICEGUYS(ben and stephen) - WANNABE


I really hope I don't start acting different to poor people once I get all famous and stuff, but they really should stop being so poor

Monday, May 02, 2005

....nice

I worked at wired this weekend - and I have to say I think it was one of the most pointless things I've ever done.
went and saw dr brezius(sp) - the eye guy
finished recording the spice girls song with ben
i'm offering it FREE to the first 5 people who contact me
then the rest of you will have to experience the hell that is
The Spice Guys for a small fee
or am i just a liar?
people and their silly AP tests today
mean I don't have to wake up until 8