PRB and the Insane. And the Nescient One.
Whenever I sign onto tumblr I start humming Modest Mouse for some reason; I wonder why.
Hello (who ever wants to read), I still don’t know what I am going to do with this tumblr account but her it goes. Today I realized my life is a little to routine: wake up at 7, school, robotics, home, computer, facebook, guitar, read, TV, lay in bed till 4 waiting to fall asleep, sleep, and do it all over again. I am tired of the same thing over and over so now I’m bored senseless doing things that used to be fun. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know whether to get a new hobby or something else.
Another thing was pointed out to me lately, my history with girls is bad. let me start from the beginning, In middle school I had a crush on this one girl and I always wanted to tell her but she was one of those girls that as soon as she got out of a relationship she was single for like a day so when ever I found out she was single she was in another relationship and in 7th grade she moved, my freshman your of high school, I asked a girl from health that I liked to homecoming and a week before home coming she tells me she feels like she is cheating on her boyfriend. Hmm, I wonder why. So when I break it off she tries to jump my bones by pulling me into the mens shower room and trys to get me to take off my pants (did i forget to mention there were guys showering, awkward). Needless to say I said no. Sophomore year was even more complicated, I had just started to go to weaver in the morning, so I would wait at the front of music building for the bus where I would chat with a few people among which where two girls (lets call them A and B). One day the two girls made me promise to go to their game that evening. That afternoon when I am getting in my friends car to go to robotics one of the A gives me a note saying she likes me, I thought what the heck she is fun and cute. So I go to the game after robotics to see her and after the game we all stick around for the varsity game, it was cold that night so I gave A my jacket when B starts crying and like 5 minutes later B yells at A, asking for the coat because she was cold too. So we give her the coat and so 10 minutes pass I put my arm around A, because it was still cold and she was shivering, then B stands up and throws my coat at us and storms out. She had a crush on me too and was pissed at us as, so the next couple of weeks I find out they both are crazy when one day my friend shows me a text he got from A’s phone asking who this Jamie guy is; of course my friend texts back my full name and where I go to school because the peple on the other end say thanks and that they are going to kick my as and later that week I start getting calls from these college guys threatening me. Aperently A had a break down at a party after drinking to much and starts crying my name was brought up and they thought I was abusing her. so that lasted till the end of that year. My junior was better I had my first real relationship it ended ok, and recently this year I was dumped on the same day as i told the girl that i loved her so I was a wreck. So now I think I am going to stay single for a while.
I don’t know why I am writing this because only one person is following me (Hi Megan) but hopefully one day some on else I know starts to read, but here it goes. I am currently trying to learn guitar, I am looking to find a drum kit to learn on, and I am fabricating an electric bass out of metal in my metal working class; hoping that music can keep my hands busy on something other than the internet, which will eventually drive me mad from boredom. I currently have two electric guitars and one acoustic, I got my first electric guitar, a Chinese fake red strat, 5 years ago (I think) I tried learning for a week then it sat in the corner of the room collecting dust until, I got my second electric guitar which re-sparked the desire to learn. I didn’t buy the second one it was more like it was given to me. I got it on a service trip, I was hanging drywall in a battered womens shelter in the basement, when I noticed in a pile of diaper boxes a small VOX amp, when the woman that ran the shelter noticed me looking at it she told me that a woman had donated it and they had no use for it and asked if I wanted it. I said sure jokingly not thinking much of it, so I went on back to drywalling. At the end of the last day when we were leaving she walked outside to the van, as we were leaving, holding the amp and a guitar and said ”Don’t forget these”. I had completely forgotten about the amp and I had no clue about the guitar, she said they were going to throw them any ways and that it was nice not to waste it. Since i got home from that trip I haven’t stopped trying to learn since. I love music and I believe that getting that guitar like that was a sign to learn.
When I started writing this I didn’t know what to write and i didn’t think it was going to be a story, but whatever Life Is Weird that way…
I don’t really know what to say or what direction I am going to go with this blog, but i want to start by saying hi to who ever wants to read about my weird life. I am an extreme slacker and a complete goof, i wasn’t always so open or random a year and a half ago, I was the quiet not all that social guy that no one thought much of. I had really familiar acquaintances, but not really any Friends, I got frustrated easily, I blamed my bad grades on ADHD, and I thought that no one would like to be friends with me if I really tried. Then I started to give a crap about what kind of man I wanted to be, what I stood for, and who I wanted to be. I want my life to mean something not just to me but too others. I don’t know where I am going in life but I hope it is somewhere God wants me…