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There's something very bizarre going on. Something bigger than all of us. Like the planets have aligned and have made this week an important week in our lives. A week we'll always remember. A lot of people I know are going through some tough decision, some huge monumental shift. Myself included.

Things are never going to be the same again, for a lot of us. For some people that's good, for others it isn't.

Good luck, everyone.

The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men...


Dear Everyone,

Hey everyone. As most of you know I've gotten into a film school in Florida. This means I'm moving out of Kalamazoo and headed down. It's exciting, because this is what I want to do with my life. It's sad because I gotta leave all of you. You guys who I met and became such tight friends with for the last six years. It's all been a lot of fun. It's been good and bad, and ugly. The school starts in September, and I was planning on moving in June, giving us all four more months of hurrahs. Unfortunately things have changed.

I haven't been on my feet since I got canned at Select Comfort. It was true in past posts how I had no idea how I was going to afford this move. Then I got in this gnarly car crash, and there was a glimmer of hope. If my truck was totalled, I'd have a sizable stash with which to live, buy film, move, and all the other hoopla that goes with it. I found out yesterday that it was only a glimmer of hope.

As it stands I've been unable to find another job in the area. It was tough before the Electrolux plant in Greenville closed, but now a few thousand other people are looking for work too. Bottom line is this. If I stay at my $6/hr 15hr/week current rate, I'll never be able to make it.

So it is with my head held low that I must make that plunge that every college student dreads making. If I'm ever going to save money to do what I need to do, I've got to go back home.

The worst part of all is that I have to do so as soon as possible. Our four months of last hurrahs has now become at most two or three weeks.

I'll be back for Rob and Lola's wedding. I'm still going to premiere the movie in Kalamazoo. But as for the rest of my time, I'm headed back to the booming metropolis that is Lexington Ohio.

I'm sure we'll keep in touch. And if you ever need to catch up with me, I'll still be writing on this page. I won't be hard to find. I'll keep people updated as to what's happening in Ohio and Florida. I'll write. I hope you guys will too.

Like I said. This didn't go exactly as planned. You guys have all meant so much to me and I love you all. This feels exactly like freshman year of high school again, when I'm too suddenly kicked out of West Michigan to go live in the middle of nowhere Ohio. Except this time I know what to expect.

At any rate, peeps, no feeling sad. We need to get together and make these last two weeks of hurrahs worth the four months they were supposed to be. We need to party, and then someone needs to come pick me up. :)

Yours,
Joseph

I am a worthless waste of humanity.

Hey, Happy Birthday Erin. I'll call you in a little bit.

-jp

A man lies in his bed in a room with no doors. He waits, hoping for a prescence. Something. Anything. After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared. He is alive, but he feels absolutely nothing. So is he?

When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him. By nine he had deciphered the illusion trading magic for fact.

No tradebacks.

So this is what it's like to be an adult.

If he only knew now what he knew then.

I'm open.
I'm open.

Come in.
Come in.
Come in.
Come in.

I'm open.
I'm open.

Come in.
Come in.
Come in.
Come in.

Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to dream. Dream up a new self, for himself.

-Pearl Jam; "I'm Open"

Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a Corvette.
Thinks he'll get the girl, he'll only get the mechanic.
What's missing. He's living a day he'll soon forget.

That's one more time around.
The sun is going down.
The moon is out but he's drunk and shouting.
Putting people down.
He's pissing. He's living a day he'll soon forget.

Counts his money every morning.
The only thing that keeps him horny.
Locked in a giant house that's alarming.
The townsfolk they all laugh.

Sorry is the fool who trades his love for high rise rent.
Seems the more you make equals the lonliness you get.
And it's fitting. He's barely living a day he'll soon forget.

That's one more time around and there is not a sound.
He's lying dead clutching Benjamins, never put the money down.
He's stiffening, and we're all whistling.

A man we'll soon forget.

-Pearl Jam; "Soon Forget"

This may be difficult. Actually, no "may" about it. I have no idea how I'm going to do this.

Good news:

It's official. I was officially accepted at NYFA. Official is a funny word if you look at it. O-Fish-Al. Nice...

Sunny Florida, here I come.

Bad news:

My week old Sport Trac is kind of destroyed. I got into a serious car accident thursday, and it's in really bad shape. Possibly totalled. I'm waiting to hear back from the insurace peeps. I'm okay, like I said it could've been worse. Airbags stink. Not as in I don't like them, as in they reek. I hit a van trying to make a left too quickly. Completely his fault, he was cited. No one got seriously hurt, but I'm aching today. I hit him at about 45mph. Like I said, it could've been worse.

Cross your fingers for me and hope that it's totalled. If it is, I can easily afford this move to Florida. If not, this may be difficult.

Hey, to anyone who knows what happened today, I'm okay. A little banged up, a little bruised. I'm going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but nobody got hurt, it could've been a lot worse.

To anyone who doesn't know what happened today, I may be calling you for a ride over the next couple weeks.

Once again, it's Friday the 13th. And once again, it's nearly Valentines Day. And once again, this adds up to a crappy crappy weekend. Oh well. What should I expect. I work in a video game store.




Happy Valentines Day from your pals at Gamestop. Gamestop. Nobody has more videogames. Nobody.

So here I go again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.

Since I did Jackie's "Samantha Bernstein" video, I've been itching to do some small project. Like a five minute video. Maybe get Rob to help me out, get some people from Twelve Page Paper. I feel guilty working on anything else before I get TPP done. I got some time next week though to get it done. Hopefully I do it this time.

So to all you couples out there, to all you people who have someone to love, have a nice day tomorrow, and I hope you fall down a flight of stairs today.

Jay Kay.

Adios folks.
jgp

I can't get on track. I can't get a schedule going. I need to get outside more. I need to have more errands to run. It's 9:30am and I again didn't sleep at all last night. I did the same thing last night, except I got a little three hour nap in before my mom called at around 2pm. I'm starting to get really tired, and I'd like nothing more than to crash now, but I have to be at work in an hour and a half. Maybe I should stay out after work. Not come home and sit here rotoscoping, or doing nothing at all. Maybe I should go job hunting again. No one is hiring. I need more activity. Ugh. It sucks, I lay there in bed for hours and hours trying to force myself to sleep, and can't do it. Then I start to feel really tired the moment I have something I actually need to do. This is killing me. I can't find the mail. I had mail I needed to send out, and I don't know where I put it. I'm losing things, I'm forgetting things, I can't concentrate, I'm falling apart. The worst part is that I've got so much that I need to do. I'm losing my mind.

And now we're all adults. Happy birthday Jordan.

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