dream on

The past few nights I've had uncountable dreams. Some good. Some bad. Most are random, but I think every dream has a purpose - what that purpose is, we usually never understand. Two nights ago I had nightmares that would wake me every hour or so. Last night I had dreams that would wake me, but these were more energy-enduced. I felt as if I was doing so much in my dream that I would wake from sleep. One thing that sticks out from my dream last night was jellyfish. I can't recall ever dreaming of these squishy creatures. I find them fascinating, but they don't really hold much value in my life. In the dream they were in the ocean, two of them, and about 10 that were on the shore dead. There was a small boy in the water near them and I called him in so he wouldn't get stung. Now, these were crazy looking jellyfish - they seem to spit at me, have fangs and spit at me. I noticed that when I woke up from it, I was upset. Anyways, wondering what this meant, I looked them up...

Jellyfish
To see a jellyfish in your dream, represents painful memories that is emerging from your unconscious. There may be hidden hostility or aggression in some aspect of your waking relationship or situation. Alternatively, it may indicate feelings of inadequacy and a lack of self-esteem. Perhaps there is some situation in which you are unable to assert yourself.

I've never thought of myself having low self-esteem or any of that mess. But lately I've realized, I don't have many qualities that I find to be amazing or spectacular. I don't have any special talents or gifts. I'm not trying to say woe is me, but I want to find my passion or my something in this life that I can do extraordinary. Maybe soon it will come. Until then, maybe I'll just keep dreaming of jellyfish.

ballerina

Last weekend was Ellerie's first ballet showcase. It was a short set that was very cute. They were dressed as butterflies.

After the show, a girl from Ellerie's team (do they call them teams?) copped an ego. 'Look Ellerie, I was so good I got two things of flowers.'

Dennis and I told her that she was not only prettier than the girl, but her flowers were better as well.

pee cup

So today I had to take a drug test for the new job. I always get nervous about this, because last time I took a test like this is ended messy. The last urine test I took was for First National and I was nervous I wouldn't piss enough in the cup. I go in, do my thing. In the middle of my thing I notice the pee isn't really filling the cup up. Before I know it, my hands are soaked in my own urine due to a crack being on the bottom of the cup. I call for the nurse, but then realize my pants are down. It was a hot mess.

So today, I actually had to pee for several hours, but wanted to hold it in case I couldn't go again. I get there, the guy takes his sweet time talking on the phone as I'm about to wet myself. I finally go. After inspecting the cup for defaults, I go. While I'm going my guy goes cock-eyed and hits the rim of the cup. Piss goes everywhere - the floor, me, the toilet. Of course it had to get on me, like I pissed myself. I thought to myself, I will never see this guy again, so I don't care if my pants are wet. So I hid the best I could and left immediately.

Let's pray I don't need to go back in in case they lost my sample.

peace the f out

Peace out First National, for I have gone on to bigger and better things. This is, of course, if I pass my background check and drug test. After applying to at least 10 positions within First National, and only getting interviewed for one, I applied at First Data. I had two interviews for two different positions, and I got the later of the two. I don't know my exact start date, but I assume it may be in the middle of April. This means I will have a week or so of free time - who wants to do lunch?!

Many of you probably have no clue why I am so excited. Let me give you a list of reasons:
-More money
-No Mexicans
-No smelly Mexicans
-No coke nails
-No people who can't speak English or fill out deposit slips
-No bitchy people or women with beards
-No one asking for the new quarters or dollar coin
-No more lines wrapping out of the door
-Normal working hours...NO WEEKENDS!
-Management who doesn't speak broken English
-Picnics with Dennis (best reason of all)
-Unblocked websites (Dlisted, PostSecret, SomeECards, Perez)
-The idea I can actually move out of my mom's house

These are just a few out of the many reasons, but you get the idea. I just find that it's shit that a company can say they want you to move up and grow, but this didn't happen with me. Banks view the teller line as the bottom of the barrel within itself. The truth is, they are the front line to that bank and if you treat them like shit, they'll in turn have poor customer service, which is what I was heading to. So, this said - goodbye.

birthday boy

To my guy on his birthday - Happy Birthday!!!!

And please come home now, because I'm so over you being gone.

Love you. Miss You.






I apologize if this is more of a photo collage of us and not him on his special day, but you don't know me! Plus, I don't have any of him in a party hat.

charm

i have a charm point
you flash
you jangle
i have a charm point
that's always been next to me

i have a charm point
and you left for tokyo

off to tokyo
with image
and respect
off to toyko
without me
but next to the ex

i don't mind
i haven't anything to fret
i still think about you charm
every second of the day

so bow
talk monotone
but i'll be here
with my head raised
speaking out of key
loud and obnoxious
full of sugar
that sweet sugar
keep your kisses for me
only me

when you get home
you'll be smothered
with hugs
and cuddle bugs
with a boy who doesn't bow
or talk below the clouds

i miss my charm point
you flew off to tokyo
i miss my charm point
i miss you so

and i ran

Such another good weekend. Last night Dennis and I grabbed Hiro take-out and ate at Amy's. It's just as good, and you don't have to wait forever to get a table. We saw Vantage Point that evening as well, you should definitely go see it.

Today was a run day. Fun-day, run-day. Dawn, Dennis and I ran the entire lake. Well, we talked twice, but I'd say that isn't bad. It totals about to seven miles. I thought I was going to die near the end of it, but Dennis didn't seemed phased at all. Lucky bastard. I tell myself it's because I don't run very often, which I think may be the case. I am working my way up to the half marathon. Here I come!

After the run and somewhere soon after me falling to the floor, we made sushi. I've never made it before so it was prety good times. We used the following ingredients: crab, smoked salmon, cucumbers, avacado (this was just for me), carrots, thai chips, sausage, snow peas, and lunch meat. I know some of those things sound like a crack head's sushi roll, but they were delicious. And we made enough to feed Tokyo. No seriously, the plate weighed at least five pounds.




Now the weekend is over. My horoscope said that there were will some bad ass things happening on the 28th & 29th that will involve some exploring. Now, I don't think that could be bad at all.

birthday girl

Friday night was Quinn's birthday. Let's just say, nothing but good times happened.




Now, sometime after a couple bottles of wine, Jen, Dennis and I were in some side bedroom. I took my shirt off, then she insisted she show us the attic. She told us no one knew about it and hinted we should stay up there. We did....and so, we came back to the party and everything was a little confusing. I think I needed sleep - and I think I was still wondering why we were in an attic. This last picture has to be after that, because I'm not sure why Dennis is drinking from the bottle and I am getting naked. Anyways, cheers Quinn.

asian say what?

Today has been a good day. I had an interview that I think went pretty well (but I'm still crossing my fingers) and I had lunch with Dennis. We dominated hamburgers and he had an edrink with his meal, which I find to be a little odd. Afterwards we went to the Asian store to pick up things to make sushi. While we were there I found some items to be hilarious...

Oysters as large as a small child...MMM


This looks like something you would feed your dog.


So funny - this snack reads: How delicious it can not forget, special taste, return the ture flavour. Give you the infinite feeling.

Ok, I have something to say about this: A) I was so confused what ture was. Dennis told me it was supposed to be true. B) What is this infinite feeling I'm getting from this?! Whatever it is, I hope it's good.


I saved the best for last. True, his label doesn't read anything humourous, but he does say things that make me laugh.


While standing in line he asked what I wanted in my sushi. I said there has to be avocados in it. And then I asked if we will put salmon in it. He said no. I was informed of the turkey bacon-potato chip-deli meat roll. Doesn't it sound...interesting? Oh, those crazy Asians.

sia (tunes)

I really enjoy this girl. Especially tonight.


Day Too Soon

honey i will stitch you
darling i will fit you in my heart
honey i will meet you
darling i will keep you in my heart


Gimme More (way better than the train wreck)

lazy

I told Dennis he was my new trainer at the gym. He kept asking me what I wanted to do or work on. I said, just as long as I have muscles like you, I don't really care.

"Do you like to do pull-ups?"
"Ummmm...does anybody?"

I know you can imagine I didn't do very many pull-ups. I think they're the devil's work. To top it off my body twitched in weird places when I gave my attempts. I will definately be working on that workout in the future.

Another thing I hate is a lot of people there. I am not very self-conscious, but I feel like an idiot doing certain things in front of people. I am weak in the strength sense, maybe that's what I am uncomfortable about. I haven't figured it out, but whatever it is, I'm sure it'll go away - or at least I hope it does.

I hope he lights the fire under my ass more to work on my fitness, just because I'm so lazy.

be my valentine

I got bamboo, from someone very awesome.

"Flowers die, so i got something new..."

I like the idea of bamboo, it lasts longer than flowers for one. And another thing, I got them at work and people were jealous I got something first.

Here's to the new romance. And many more bamboo.

it slipped past

it slipped passed, dad
sorry
my heads been floating in the clouds
rolling on the ground
so much in the past year
the ocean and back
among other things
ill see you in the car ride
to and from everywhere
sorry it slipped
six years.

wash 'em away

Tonight as I was about to start laundry my mom asked me if I wanted to go to church with her. Now, her asking me to go to church is actually her telling me I have to go. The Catholic guilt a mother can put on her child is endless - so, of course I went to church.

As I was sitting listening to the sermon about starting over and washing away your sins, but just the ash cross, it made me wonder. It seems they always focus on people sinning - when do they focus more on the good things that happen (this excludes Easter and Christmas). Maybe it's more like the news, how you only hear of the negative things that happen. This aside, I also wonder why Fat Tuesday is on Tuesday. Why couldn't it be on a better day, like Saturday. You can get a lot more sinning in on a weekend than you could on a weekday. Just a thought.

Now that my sins are wiped clean, I can start being naughty again. I started by eating meat, twice. And there's always dirty thoughts in my head, so there goes some more sins. How do they make it ok to eat fish on Ash Wednesday and Good Fridays, but not beef? I think they need to revamp their ideals.

So many questions, so few answers. I'll just stick to sinning.

suspended

This song isn't anything on how I feel lately, but I had it on repeat this morning.

we could go out dancing
but, in truth it is the last thing that I have on my mind
just say if I'm way out of line
I won't need telling twice

free rice

This is very cool.

print work

Last year Katie asked me to help Metro out with their fall campaign, or maybe it was winter. Anyways, I helped them. I had to dress in business attire and wear my glasses.

While at lunch a couple weeks ago with Nicki and Joe, from work, we were sitting in this Mexican restaurant waiting to order our food. Nicki glances towards the front windows and asked, "Jimmy, why are you in that poster?"

I gave her a crazy, confused look. I too look at the front window, and there I am. I hadn't seen any of the Metro ads that I was in except a small one in the Reader. It makes me laugh. So what else could I do but steal it and hang it up in the back room at work. The funny thing about the poster is that one side is in English, the other in Spanish. Has anyone else noticed that I am the whitest guy alive?

All this makes me think of a story. While in college and in SPO, I brought Danny from the Real World. Molly, Mark and I took him out to lunch after his event. Molly, the question-asker she is asked what he does for a job when he isn't touring colleges. He replied with 'print work.' She asked who he wrote for and he said he didn't write, he did print work. We were all lost. Come to find out, print work is also modeling, but just a fancier name.

So now I can start telling people I do print work. What! What!

baby food

Heather posted this on her blog, I've been to lazy to write anything so here is something she wrote about our evening awhile ago.

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Tonight, I met Jimmy for dinner.

Upon meeting in the crowded lobby of one our long time haunts, we both started blabbing away.
Him about being tired and working too much, me about being tired ... of being tired.

After realizing there was no where to sit actually IN the lobby, we made our way to the bar hoping to find 2 open seats. No such luck.

It was then, after we turned around again to face the lobby, did we come face to face to what can only be described as an uncomfortable situation. A woman was breastfeeding her toddler a mere 5 ft in front of us - if that.

Now, to be clear, I don't have a huge problem with breastfeeding in public. But at that particular second, after a long, stressful day at work - the last thing I want to be confronted with is a stranger's boob in the middle of a crowded Olive Garden.

Just as I turned to Jimmy to give him "the eyes," he said something beautiful: "Hey the thingy is going off!"

As we walked away I asked if he caught sight of the little miracle taking place before us. In true Jimmy fashion, he summed it up best - "Hey, we all gotta eat."

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Now, my take on public breast feeding is that I don't want to see it. I know it's natural and everything, but at the same time, me taking a shit is also natural. Do you see me taking craps in the waiting area of Olive Garden? I didn't think so.

seriously...

I am over winter. A light snow is nice. Some cold weather where it gives you a chill is also lovely - mainly because you can wear sweaters and scarves. But this cold-to-the-bone, crippling, snot-freezing, "i fucking hate this," run to your car after you get out of the movie kind of weather has got to end. Come on global warming, you make it unbearable in the summer and make us freeze our balls off in the winter. Make up your mind and find a happy medium.

That aside, I saw Sweeny Todd with a small portion of the London group. It was good. I think any story is a good story with music and blood in it. The music is catchy and the make-up and costumes were wonderful. Everyone need to see this.

I also caught a trailer for a new movie called 'The Ruins.' It looks crazy! I'm a sucker for a scary movie, until I actually have to sit and watch it, then I bite all my nails and stare at my crotch the entire movie.

birthday, birthday

Happy birthday to Garrett and Nancy! I asked Garrett what he wanted for his birthday, he told me he wanted M & M's and snowmen. Now, anyone who wants M & M's for anything is my kind of person, but I still have no idea what to get him...


And tonight we are headed to My Way for Nancy's celebrations, I hear they have shuffleboard!