Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Downright amazed with the queen of hearts,
Living life like the end won't start.
Dodging bullets on the front line,
Clueless all the way.

New Year's Day won't be the same,
With everything I know.
Deceited stories, deceited brains,
Facing me, toe to toe.

This isn't a movie, Jake.
No credits to be seen.
Instead, it's me asking myself,
"What did it all mean?"

"A jaded, bitter man stands. And if the world is ending, we toast to it."

Monday, June 25, 2007

Four days after ranting on the WWE death angle, Chris Benoit, his wife, and his son has passed away.

I hope this shows you something, Vince McMahon.

At leas you did the right thing by showing up tonight on RAW and completely dropping the storyline.

Thank you, Chris Benoit. You have been a major influence to me and you are one of the reasons why I'd like to become a professional wrestler. Thank you for everything in NJPW, everything in ECW, everything in WCW, and everything in the WWE. I will never forget meeting you and Nancy when I was a ringboy at a show in 1999, and how great you were to me.

Thank you, Chris. RIP.


Friday, June 22, 2007

I've had so much stuff on my mind recently, but I haven't had the time to actually sit here and type what I feel. Blame it on writer's block, or the fact that I'm finally sick of being in front of the computer screen, but in the end, the blame goes right back onto me.

My friends in Countermind came here recently and stayed, and I honestly had a lot of fun. It was the first time meeting Pat and Ryan, but they were both really cool guys. Then, of course, you have people like Matt, Ricky, and Nate, who I've known for a long time, and Shannon, who has been like a brother to me since 9th grade. It was great to finally have a group of people that I could sit and talk to and relate to; I don't feel like I've had that since moving. We had a conversation about how "hardcore" music's record labels are starting to sell better than punk labels, and we had Mario Kart races on our DS. Small things like that really make me miss being home. I miss being surrounded by people, I guess.

The only people I really hang out with from my original group of friends here are Caity, Trish, Liz, and Austin. Caity's going to Tallahassee, Liz is moving to Ohio, and Austin might be moving to California. Even if he doesn't, it's not like I see him a lot, anyway. Trish is staying here, but she has a boyfriend, and even though I love Nate, I hate playing third wheel. Everyone else in that group has either moved away, distanced themselves, or gotten into drugs. It's funny to look at people that I considered to be my best friends and see how they screwed up their lives. Ever get the feeling that people really don't want to be helped, afterall?

School isn't something that interests me anymore. I was so excited to get out of high school and start my path to greatness, but now I'm just feeling more and more worthless to myself and my family. I'm going to be someone someday, I promise. I don't think it's in me to just sit around and let life pass me by. Though it may seem like I'm doing this now, everyday I think about ways to get my name out there or try to make connections, which is why I talk to people at work, or why I e-mail bands or professional wrestlers, blah blah blah. I'm not afraid to talk to someone, no matter how I lead on.

Speaking of professional wrestling, WWE is stupid. Hey, let's pretend that we killed Vince McMahon, and make a mockary of it on television! We can make millions! People wonder why I talk so much crap about WWE; now you know.

I need to get a new job so I can get money. I really want a new tattoo, so either I need money or I need to become friends with a tattoo artist. I'll take either at this point.

I am tired of feeling worthless.


Monday, May 14, 2007

Night swimming deserves a quiet night.
Night swimming deserves a quiet night.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Why bother?

Monday, April 02, 2007

The Art Of The Haiku, by Jake.

Life is a buzz-kill,
Death just can't make up its mind.
We just continue.

The world is a stage.
That means I'm afraid of it.
Someone hold my mic.

War's understated.
T.V. shows what it wants to.
The people are bored.

I am a closed book.
My pages are all dog-eared.
Someone was once here.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

So, I'm watching the final episode of The O.C., and I am really going to miss knowing that there is always going to be something to watch on Thursday nights. I'll never forget having everyone over at my house for the season two finale, and moving all of the couches and chairs out of the way and putting down blankets and pillows instead. Here's to DVD boxed sets of season one and two that will always keep me at bay. Cheers, O.C. You'll be missed, you unrealistic waste of hours of my life.


First off, Morishima winning the title in ROH doesn't do much for me. He lost a match on Friday, but was still able to challenge for the title on Saturday? Whose booking idea was that? Yeah, I know: it's great for international exposure. But, they also lead up for years about how Homicide has never held the world title, blah blah blah. They give him the belt for a month and a half, and he drops it? Not cool in my book. Not cool at all.

Also, anyone see CM Punk hit a Go2Sleep on Nitro on the last episode of ECW? What's up with that? I mean, it looked good, but he's no KENTA. I'd enjoy that match, though.


Man, I've always liked Summer Roberts. Anna was my girl, but Miss Roberts is where it's at. That darn Adam Brody was probably able to see her naked, too. I haven't seen her naked. Something is wrong with this picture, and it's the lack of nudity.

Battle of the Bands is tomorrow, and it'll be my third one in a row. There's something nostalgic about the anxiety and anticipation that revolves around it, and I'm just reminded of my sophomore year. While it may not be my finest year, it made me learn a lot. Knowledge is power.

In closing, I want to say that The O.C. has done a lot for me over the years, as it has given me a waste of a Christmas break in 2004, and a drama to get sucked into. It was the Beverly Hills 90210 of my generation, and for that, I will be forever grateful.

From me to all of you, goodnight, and good luck, O.C. You will be missed.


Sunday, February 04, 2007

All of my best friends have left me in one way or another. Either:
a) I have moved away from them [my fault]
b) they have become drug addicts or alcoholics [not my fault]
c) they have other best friends that are "bester" than me [undecided on fault]

I realize that I can be boring, but I don't think I'm that dull at all. Just because I don't drink or smoke or party doesn't mean I don't want to have fun. I'm lonely without being alone.


Friday, January 19, 2007

If I am remembered for anything in life, I want to be remembered as someone who just didn't care what others thought of him. I want to be admired for not changing to be what people want me to be. I don't care who you are, I won't change my ways to impress and satisfy yours. No, thanks. Also, I want to be admired for always protecting my friends when needing it, and always being there for whatever they need. I want them to always know that I care, even when I don't act like it. If I ever say, "Be safe," when you leave my house or my general region, know that means something.

If Nas is right, and hip hop really is dead, then I hope that punk rock starts making more political stuff again. Without good hip hop, I don't have much else. My iPod has only been playing Nas, Atmosphere, Sage Francis, Public Enemy, Ludacris, The Roots, Aesop Rock, and Run DMC lately, on the hip hop front. On the other side, I've been listening to Northstar (Is This Thing Loaded?), Morrissey (Bona Drag) and Black Flag (Damaged). I remember when I got Is This Thing Loaded? my freshman year with Ben. We went to Best Buy, and I had only heard one Northstar song at that time, so I took a chance and got it. I show no regrets.

Cyrus from The Real World came into Hot Topic today. I love when reality television stars think that they are celebrities. The only Real World cast member that is worth anything is Puck, and that's because he was obnoxious. I always liked Puck.

If I ever do become a professional wrestler, I want to wrestle in Japan. I have been watching the New Japan Pro Wrestling/All Japan Pro Wrestling 35th anniversary show, and their style and panache is incredible. They do everything with such ease and grace, making professional wrestling such an art-form. It really is a lot like dancing, in many ways. It's all about timing and footwork.

I am going to finally go to bed, now. Heather C. (last name withheld) told me today that it wasn't worth her going to bed because she can never sleep, anyway. She has the right idea.