Jason G: damn thats interesting
Jason G: I tities lol
Jason G: I ass more but I them milk sacs too
Lena-Marie Bailey: lol
Jason G: women are just so much more attractive then men lol
Jason G: IM so talkative tonight eh?
Lena-Marie Bailey: lol, yeah bit thats good
Jason G: I have my eye on this money right now, not nothing else...
Jason G: I suppose
Jason G: Ive started to realize somethings about myself lol so i can fix them
Lena-Marie Bailey: like
Jason G: Ive learned there are like 3 people in my body
Jason G: the person I want to be
Jason G: the person I portray myself to be
Jason G: and the person I am
Lena-Marie Bailey: ok
Jason G: like, I want to be a quiet person most of the time and only respond when neccessary to get a point across and listen to other people because sometimes i just wanna hear someone else not myself u know, male or female
Lena-Marie Bailey: ok ok, I like that
Jason G: the person I portray myself to be is a goofy that drops watever comes into his head first OR am entirely quiet to the maximum
Lena-Marie Bailey: awww
Jason G: and then there is the person I am, the combination of both. The person that is Jason. That guy who is witty and doesn;t know what to say at the right time so it seems like he talks a lot
Jason G: but he really just wants to listen
Lena-Marie Bailey: make him listen
Jason G: but with knowing that I know what Id have to work on to change my own habbits u know. Ive been doing diagnostics on myself a lot lately because I want to better myself so I can be good for someone
Jason G: its not that easy
Jason G: to make him listesn
Jason G: listen lol
Jason G: sometimes you have to know exactly what to say to open people up and if you say the wrong thing, iE if the wrong person inside u speaks then you mess it up for everyone else and that goofy guy comes out
Jason G: and it ends in trajedy
Jason G: like I like to talk when no one else will talk
Jason G: but if someone would finally say something interesting I will listen
Jason G: "I have my eye on this money right now, not nothing else..."
Lena-Marie Bailey: ok, I say things without thinking, but I can't figure out how to stop it, especially when someone pisses me off, I hate saying mean things that will hurt people feelings
Jason G: see me and you are in 2 totally different boats tho eh. Im on the shy part. I just dont know how to initiate stuff and make it happen or keep it going.
Jason G: You on the other hand always have beauty to fall on regardless lol and thats an anger thing
Jason G: maybe you are just that kind of person and it aint nothing wrong with that
Jason G: as long as what ur saying is true u know what i mean, sometimes somethings are better left unsaid but sometimes people are just so stupid u have to be blunt
Lena-Marie Bailey: I'm the stupid blunt person
Jason G: i wouldnt go so far as to say blunt
Jason G: lol
Lena-Marie Bailey: well what word would best suit me
Jason G: j/k, ur not stupid and I just gotta find someone who talks a lot
Jason G: I dont know because I don't know you yet
Lena-Marie Bailey: lol, aww ok
Jason G: takes a LONG time before you know someone
Jason G: and people are ALWAYS changing
Lena-Marie Bailey: yeah tell me about it
Jason G: knowing someone is just knwoing what parts about someone is going to change and what parts arent
Jason G: thats when you know someone. Like I know my friend Eldred. Ive known him since 2nd Grade
Jason G: well 1st actually
Jason G: but I know what will change about him as time goes by and what wont
Lena-Marie Bailey: wow, thats ggod
Lena-Marie Bailey: good*
Jason G: and if someone changes that shouldnt, I'll instantly notice it ya dig and those changes generally arent permanent
Jason G: and thats not something I learned just from you know knowing him a long time
Jason G: it came from being around him like everyday for how ever many years you know lol
Jason G: like thats why I always want to get u on cam
Jason G: or talk to u cuz I can feel something a bit special on u, I want to get to know u
Jason G: because typing adn talking is one thing
Jason G: there is a lot of anonymisity (sP?) involved in that
Jason G: like people saying actions speak louder than words. Whats what people do not what they say.
Lena-Marie Bailey: yeah that is true
Jason G: would you mind if I posted part of this in my blog cuz I havent update it in ages and I like what Ive been typing lol
Lena-Marie Bailey: ok
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
A snippet of "Specter" - by Jason :P
Free Writing of this damn Specter story :D I will entitle this “Specter : The Ghost Walker” More after Pokemon!
Specter – The Silence
Silence. What is it? Is it a feeling one gets, or rather is it just the lack of sound. Though it feels like a sound itself. Silence bears power over multiple of the bodies senses yet it is always tied to the sense of hearing first. Why is that… A perplexing question that is.
A piano is a mind bending instrument. The declaration of it being a percussion instrument over a string instrument is weird concept by far. Yet subjugating string instruments into the string category instead of some form of percussion instrument, is dawdling over the true facts. This holds true to brass and wind instruments also. Beautiful sounds are produced, though the understanding of how, or why, or what the instrument creating the sound really is an enigma.
A miracle is an act of god. Yet why isn’t anything an act of god. It seems as if once a simple grasp on how something works or happens is acquired, this negates the notion that it is still magic or a miracle. Human knowledge often gets in the way of real thinking. The way the human body lives has long since been known, but the mystical force known as “Life” still is an unknown. The notion of truly understanding something is so far fetched that it becomes very possible. A feeble understanding of such said thing, yet still a complete understanding as far as humans would care to know.
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The landscape was silent and chilled. The wind whistled by smoothly bringing a melodic delight to the ears of anyone who felt it go by. The moon was a full circle, lighting the entire land. A frost blew from the mouth of a young boy onto a window pane as he had awoken this night from a sound he heard below him. A piano. He etched his name into the glass and felt the smooth wetness of the window roll onto his finger tips. “Luke.”
This room was no different from any other room within the building in which the boy resided in. A shadow of crosshatches where on the ground behind the boy yet there was no shadow of the boy. The wall paper of the room was a milky yellow with flowers, lilacs, raised across it. A single bed with all white linen lay upon the northeast corner of the room and a door to the direct west with a single brass door knob and a keyhole above it in the shape of an eagle’s wings. The boy was starring out the letter ‘L’ he had etched upon the window.
The silence was broken again by the sound of the note ‘G’ being played by a piano somewhere below the boy. The sound filled all gaps within the room so it would be impossible to miss, yet the boy could feel that the sound was coming from outside. The boy dressed in nothing but all white tethered garments decided it a good idea to venture outside in the dead of winter in Moscow, Russia. His purple shaded eyes glinted as he turned from the window to head to the door to search for the source which interrupted his silence.
He felt an omnipresence about himself as he walked the some 12 feet to the door. Feeling as though he was omniscient himself the boy slowed his pace as a shadow slid underneath his door. The boy stopped. There was no sound of who ever this was that the boy could pick up on though he knew his eyes were not the deceiving kind. A key was inserted into the lock and the creaking of the locks turning was heard unlocking the door.
The door flew open and light from a lantern filled the room. A large slender man was standing in the doorway eyeing the entire room looking for traces of the boy. The boy had simply vanished. There was no doubt in the boys mind that this man was not a man, not a human at all. The man was dressed in the darkest navy blue traveling cloak, navy blue slacks, navy blue dress shoes, as well as a navy blue top hat equipped with a slender teal feather on top. A navy briefcase ended his fashion fiasco. The man’s lilac colored eyes searched furiously before his mouth finally opened to speak words, yet no sounds were produced.
“Reading lips has their uses”, spoke Luke. Luke was still present in the room; he had not moved an inch, it just so happens that his skin does not take a happy partial towards any other light other than moon light. Thus within normal lighting conditions his skin turns invisible taking along anything physically touching him. The yellow light of the lantern had fallen directly upon him so at this point in time it was impossible for him to be seen unless if he wanted to be seen. Though this skill isn’t something he is able to easily turn on an off. He is something similar to an invisible man.
“Yes, short that lantern out if you wish to speak to me face to face Claudius.”
The man with the name of Claudius nodded his head reverently as he pulled the string which turned out the lantern. The room was again filled with moon light and Luke was again able to be seen. Claudius glided past Luke towards his bed where he promptly sat down on it and crossed his legs in a womanly fashion. He sat the briefcase onto his lap and opened it towards himself.
He mouthed these following words, “It seems that the higher ups do not wish for your life to be extended any longer Luke. Death will come swiftly for you by my hands.”
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Specter – The Silence
Silence. What is it? Is it a feeling one gets, or rather is it just the lack of sound. Though it feels like a sound itself. Silence bears power over multiple of the bodies senses yet it is always tied to the sense of hearing first. Why is that… A perplexing question that is.
A piano is a mind bending instrument. The declaration of it being a percussion instrument over a string instrument is weird concept by far. Yet subjugating string instruments into the string category instead of some form of percussion instrument, is dawdling over the true facts. This holds true to brass and wind instruments also. Beautiful sounds are produced, though the understanding of how, or why, or what the instrument creating the sound really is an enigma.
A miracle is an act of god. Yet why isn’t anything an act of god. It seems as if once a simple grasp on how something works or happens is acquired, this negates the notion that it is still magic or a miracle. Human knowledge often gets in the way of real thinking. The way the human body lives has long since been known, but the mystical force known as “Life” still is an unknown. The notion of truly understanding something is so far fetched that it becomes very possible. A feeble understanding of such said thing, yet still a complete understanding as far as humans would care to know.
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The landscape was silent and chilled. The wind whistled by smoothly bringing a melodic delight to the ears of anyone who felt it go by. The moon was a full circle, lighting the entire land. A frost blew from the mouth of a young boy onto a window pane as he had awoken this night from a sound he heard below him. A piano. He etched his name into the glass and felt the smooth wetness of the window roll onto his finger tips. “Luke.”
This room was no different from any other room within the building in which the boy resided in. A shadow of crosshatches where on the ground behind the boy yet there was no shadow of the boy. The wall paper of the room was a milky yellow with flowers, lilacs, raised across it. A single bed with all white linen lay upon the northeast corner of the room and a door to the direct west with a single brass door knob and a keyhole above it in the shape of an eagle’s wings. The boy was starring out the letter ‘L’ he had etched upon the window.
The silence was broken again by the sound of the note ‘G’ being played by a piano somewhere below the boy. The sound filled all gaps within the room so it would be impossible to miss, yet the boy could feel that the sound was coming from outside. The boy dressed in nothing but all white tethered garments decided it a good idea to venture outside in the dead of winter in Moscow, Russia. His purple shaded eyes glinted as he turned from the window to head to the door to search for the source which interrupted his silence.
He felt an omnipresence about himself as he walked the some 12 feet to the door. Feeling as though he was omniscient himself the boy slowed his pace as a shadow slid underneath his door. The boy stopped. There was no sound of who ever this was that the boy could pick up on though he knew his eyes were not the deceiving kind. A key was inserted into the lock and the creaking of the locks turning was heard unlocking the door.
The door flew open and light from a lantern filled the room. A large slender man was standing in the doorway eyeing the entire room looking for traces of the boy. The boy had simply vanished. There was no doubt in the boys mind that this man was not a man, not a human at all. The man was dressed in the darkest navy blue traveling cloak, navy blue slacks, navy blue dress shoes, as well as a navy blue top hat equipped with a slender teal feather on top. A navy briefcase ended his fashion fiasco. The man’s lilac colored eyes searched furiously before his mouth finally opened to speak words, yet no sounds were produced.
“Reading lips has their uses”, spoke Luke. Luke was still present in the room; he had not moved an inch, it just so happens that his skin does not take a happy partial towards any other light other than moon light. Thus within normal lighting conditions his skin turns invisible taking along anything physically touching him. The yellow light of the lantern had fallen directly upon him so at this point in time it was impossible for him to be seen unless if he wanted to be seen. Though this skill isn’t something he is able to easily turn on an off. He is something similar to an invisible man.
“Yes, short that lantern out if you wish to speak to me face to face Claudius.”
The man with the name of Claudius nodded his head reverently as he pulled the string which turned out the lantern. The room was again filled with moon light and Luke was again able to be seen. Claudius glided past Luke towards his bed where he promptly sat down on it and crossed his legs in a womanly fashion. He sat the briefcase onto his lap and opened it towards himself.
He mouthed these following words, “It seems that the higher ups do not wish for your life to be extended any longer Luke. Death will come swiftly for you by my hands.”
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Baby Sitting + Pokemon = OMG!!!!!!!!
I am sitting here trying to catch this damn Moltres in Pokemon Leaf Green. I am running it on an emulator with save states and this thing is pissing me the eff off seriously. I’ve been at it for like 15 minutes now because I saved before and during the battle so there is no way for me to go back. I cannot save with this game, only save states for some odd reason. So I am constantly going F1 and then ‘Z’ which is the emulators ‘B’ button I believe. It took me a little over an hour on Zapados so I hope this one doesn’t take as long. This break from it is relaxing though sitting here typing away on this sweet ass laptop with a “Crystal Clear” brand webcam. I wish I had that on my momz laptop!
I think I will get back to the regiment :D ASAP. I will write a bit more first though. Maybe even take a crack at that Specter story. Yet I feel that I should talk about me finally leaving for Job Corps this upcoming Tuesday. What I have been waiting for since June 3rd, 2008. With my accident on the Greyhound bus to get there. It was on the news, the bus I was on flipped over because the driver fell asleep. As far as I know there weren’t any serious injuries! So it was all a, O.K! But yep, the rest of my live starts on Tuesday. I have turned into a serious fat ass since I’ve been in the house on Camfrog damn near the entire time I’ve been out of school since March.
I’ve put on some weight and I am getting stretch marks and flabby all that nasty shizz. I will totally start eating right while I am out there and get WAYYY more active. Any ways I think I will take a few more cracks at catching this Moltres at Mt. Ember ( On Island One, probably like the Orange Islands, up past Kindle Road ) for a few more minutes. Otherwise I will save state and write a bit more and start that STORY!!!
Death Note just came on the TV… That intro is so effin sweet, I was think Code Geass then I was like damn, sweet ass intro. I will eventually start watching this series online, this is next after Code Geass R2 is over! Lelouch, is one of the greatest hero’s I have ever laid my eyes upon. I’ve heard such a buzz on Death Note though and it was a live action movie for it in theaters at one point in time so I will definitely start watching it from the beginning. So now I will partially watch that, as well as try to catch this damn Pokemon.
BTW, I am baby sitting atm. That is how I make the majority of my money now, other than that I would be totally broke.
Blog… DONE!!! xD
Jason G
September 27th, 2008
I think I will get back to the regiment :D ASAP. I will write a bit more first though. Maybe even take a crack at that Specter story. Yet I feel that I should talk about me finally leaving for Job Corps this upcoming Tuesday. What I have been waiting for since June 3rd, 2008. With my accident on the Greyhound bus to get there. It was on the news, the bus I was on flipped over because the driver fell asleep. As far as I know there weren’t any serious injuries! So it was all a, O.K! But yep, the rest of my live starts on Tuesday. I have turned into a serious fat ass since I’ve been in the house on Camfrog damn near the entire time I’ve been out of school since March.
I’ve put on some weight and I am getting stretch marks and flabby all that nasty shizz. I will totally start eating right while I am out there and get WAYYY more active. Any ways I think I will take a few more cracks at catching this Moltres at Mt. Ember ( On Island One, probably like the Orange Islands, up past Kindle Road ) for a few more minutes. Otherwise I will save state and write a bit more and start that STORY!!!
Death Note just came on the TV… That intro is so effin sweet, I was think Code Geass then I was like damn, sweet ass intro. I will eventually start watching this series online, this is next after Code Geass R2 is over! Lelouch, is one of the greatest hero’s I have ever laid my eyes upon. I’ve heard such a buzz on Death Note though and it was a live action movie for it in theaters at one point in time so I will definitely start watching it from the beginning. So now I will partially watch that, as well as try to catch this damn Pokemon.
BTW, I am baby sitting atm. That is how I make the majority of my money now, other than that I would be totally broke.
Blog… DONE!!! xD
Jason G
September 27th, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Camfrog... Start Temping!
I will eventually get some stuff up from my writings on my story Specter (That is if I ever write something because I havent even attempted to write anything for it). But regardless if you guys haven't heard of this program called Camfrog that program is the shit. Please download it. It's the shizz, online video conferences basically!!!
Sex - Specter
Sex. This is something that often enters into my mind, so elusive, yet… Easy to get it is if you are willing to pay the right price. Though these aren’t the thoughts on sex my head is plagued with. The thoughts of sex my mind is plagued with are that of monogamy or polygamy without multiple wives, that is a normal life or that of a swinger. I may not yet have felt the jealousy which I am sure I will need to get over with my first swinging mate. I fear it nonetheless, for it shall be great and overwhelming, but that will determine if that is really what I want or just a dream my body has concocted but my mind doesn’t want to endure.
To get a woman, multiple women as all men want, is a wonderful thing. Yet I feel as if I would be truly happy with one woman, but she may not just want me. I don’t think it would be wrong to let this woman go out for sex. As long as it is just sex. For me and this woman will be friends first (That is where my love for her will stem from) and sex partners second. She will feel the fruits of my loins as I will bathe in hers. Yet I don’t feel she should be tied to me alone for to long nor me to her. Yet sometimes I feel as if I could survive that quite peacefully as sex is sex. I just don’t ever want to have to fight back the temptation. As I know when I return home that night she will be there for me. Not the man she slept with.
I will later write on these things. But this I feel, just now, will be my first entry into a daily journal. Some pieces I may publish on a blog or create entries on youtube for visual confirmation of my thoughts. Some in an art form of some kind, be it sketch, pastel work, or video. Just a way to pool all my daily thoughts into some form of order and a way to free write before or after I embark on this story I foresee to be great in many ways. This story as of now will be a long story not short, though I do intend to add short stories along the way to liven up the story, but it will display the daily life of a spectre. Someone who is not really dead yet can take the form of a ghost like figure.
He will be in a war-torn America (Though this is just the thought of where the story will begin) after Marshall Law was declared after the great destruction of capitalism in this country and nuclear attacks launched from within our own borders. After the US dollar has become the Amaro and combined with all the North American countries. Mexico and Canada.
I feel the need to play some Pokemon Leaf Green on breaks from free writing now in this journal as well as starting to free write the story. That need is arising now :P So I will go CATCH EM’ ALL now!!! I GOTTA CATH EM’ ALL!!! POKEMON!!!
P.S.
The sex entry above was something I personally believe and feel myself and something I am trying to decide on my feelings for. One must try it first before I decide if it will be my passion. Though I think the main character of this story will be afflicted with these same desires and will get chances to test those theories out. Hey when you’re in an American Concentration camp in the Red Zone. You might as well fuck as much as possible so you can die with a smile on your face.
I thoroughly enjoyed writing this and I will edit it for grammar and other errors after POKEMON!
I’m growing Elated(In Every Sense of the Word)… I just saw some pictures I had of a girl I used to really like and it seems as if our friendship has slowly died away. I haven’t talked to her in eons and I feel the need to call her. First thing on my Agenda of tomorrow, Call Jenaya and see how she has been.
And I am baby sitting :P
- Jason
- September 20, 2008
- 10:14 PM
To get a woman, multiple women as all men want, is a wonderful thing. Yet I feel as if I would be truly happy with one woman, but she may not just want me. I don’t think it would be wrong to let this woman go out for sex. As long as it is just sex. For me and this woman will be friends first (That is where my love for her will stem from) and sex partners second. She will feel the fruits of my loins as I will bathe in hers. Yet I don’t feel she should be tied to me alone for to long nor me to her. Yet sometimes I feel as if I could survive that quite peacefully as sex is sex. I just don’t ever want to have to fight back the temptation. As I know when I return home that night she will be there for me. Not the man she slept with.
I will later write on these things. But this I feel, just now, will be my first entry into a daily journal. Some pieces I may publish on a blog or create entries on youtube for visual confirmation of my thoughts. Some in an art form of some kind, be it sketch, pastel work, or video. Just a way to pool all my daily thoughts into some form of order and a way to free write before or after I embark on this story I foresee to be great in many ways. This story as of now will be a long story not short, though I do intend to add short stories along the way to liven up the story, but it will display the daily life of a spectre. Someone who is not really dead yet can take the form of a ghost like figure.
He will be in a war-torn America (Though this is just the thought of where the story will begin) after Marshall Law was declared after the great destruction of capitalism in this country and nuclear attacks launched from within our own borders. After the US dollar has become the Amaro and combined with all the North American countries. Mexico and Canada.
I feel the need to play some Pokemon Leaf Green on breaks from free writing now in this journal as well as starting to free write the story. That need is arising now :P So I will go CATCH EM’ ALL now!!! I GOTTA CATH EM’ ALL!!! POKEMON!!!
P.S.
The sex entry above was something I personally believe and feel myself and something I am trying to decide on my feelings for. One must try it first before I decide if it will be my passion. Though I think the main character of this story will be afflicted with these same desires and will get chances to test those theories out. Hey when you’re in an American Concentration camp in the Red Zone. You might as well fuck as much as possible so you can die with a smile on your face.
I thoroughly enjoyed writing this and I will edit it for grammar and other errors after POKEMON!
I’m growing Elated(In Every Sense of the Word)… I just saw some pictures I had of a girl I used to really like and it seems as if our friendship has slowly died away. I haven’t talked to her in eons and I feel the need to call her. First thing on my Agenda of tomorrow, Call Jenaya and see how she has been.
And I am baby sitting :P
- Jason
- September 20, 2008
- 10:14 PM
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