Close your eyes to see.

I'm worried about someone close to me.
I don't want their life to fall apart.
I have faith in this person.
This person has such a big heart.
It's nothing I can control but I fear it's what I don't/didn't say that might be the collapse of their well-being.
I hold my head high and trust that this person is strong and can pull through.
Life is an incredible journey and shouldn't be wasted on debating on whether or not it's worth living.
Don't escape me now, words-of-encouragement.

John

Jesus has dandruff.

I think that I need to find a Red Hot Chili Peppers .ZIP file for "Stadium Arcadium" just so I can listen to the 'Snow (Hey Oh)' song.
Today was rather eventful. I finished my poster last night for the Assasins production for Graphic Design 4 class. I got to print it out and noticed some minor changes even though my teacher was thoroughly impressed with it. I smell a near-perfect grade and I shall be making another poster this weekend for 20₧ extra credit (How the hell am I going to fit that into my busy schedule this weekend?)

Snow.. hey ohhhhh.

In other news, Cobra Starship is Friday with the one and only Kelly "Graham Jam" Graham. I can't wait to see her. I got guestlist through the miracle worker Bridget from Fearless Records. I have to remember to bring download cards and Every Avenue promo stuff, along with a camera for my next mission report. It's honestly quite questionable how the hell I got on the guestlist +1, considering the Creepy Crawl sold 50 tickets over the Saint Louis City fire code. I hope the marshall comes and yanks their liquor license. NOT REALLY BUT I AM JUST PUTTING IT OUT THERE. What else would I do at a show? Watch the bands? Not so much. Hopefully Kelly and Co. will be staying with Suzi and I at her house for Mardi Gras the next day. That night is the Hannah Montana/Jonas Brothers 3D movie. I just found out that those tickets are way hot from USA Today's front page feature story. Not only is that kid selling out shows in arenas and stadiums... she's selling out movie theatres? What in god's good glory are they putting in our air that makes people want to buy tickets forty times the face value? Welcome to America.

Yesterday, I got my final booking for the hotel and flight schedule for the trip to New York in mid-March. I will be staying in Times Square. Like, in the actual heart of Times Square. How stoked am I to sneak a bottle of Jack Daniels in my luggage for 2a.m. drunken debauchery at the epicenter of America's advertisements. I hope to see Jesus.

Now I am waiting for Liliya to decide whether or not she is coming up to school to work on newspaper stuff. I still have a bookshop ad and two pages to lay out. Why would they give me the front fucking page? I will need Liliya's expertise on this whole situation.

I also can't believe I forgot to go to my portfolio meeting with Evann Richards yesterday. What is in my brain and how can I remove it? I honestly don't know how I forgot to go to that. Maybe I need to buy a Hannah Montana flash drive and wear it around my wrist the day I have a meeting, just so people can ask me "Why in god's good grace do you have a Hannah Montana flash drive on your wrist?" to which I can promptly respond "I can't forget to go to my portfolio meeting today!"

John

Heaven for the weather.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blasting Lil Wayne's "Leather So Soft" and the digital clock on my VCR read 12:20PM. I needed to be at my meeting with our client for Creative[dot]Comm client at 1:00PM today. Do you ever have one of those days where you set the alarm the night before but forget to actually TURN IT ON?! I threw on some clothes that were scattered around my room and washed my face, brushed the chops, and called a cab. For those who don't know about Saint Louis' notorious cab company/empire Laclede Cab Co., you are in luck. They are like Hannah Montana. The best of both worlds, but not in the best connotations. They are usually slow to arrive and slow to take you to your destination. It's a piece of scum in the relatively clean toilet of Saint Louis City.

I arrived at 1:00PM on the dot, without a minute to spare. Our client was late, and that bought me time to gather the group's questions and assure that there were enough chairs for our group and the client.

She's great. I like our client. We previously worked with her a semester or so ago with the Southwest Garden Neighborhood Association and immediately gravitated towards the Frisbee Association as the group I would mentor.

Back-tracking to the weather: It was 68 degrees when I left today. It's dropped 20 degrees in the last hour or so. There are tornado and severe thunderstorm warnings all over the bi-state area. FOX2 reports hail in Cuba and Iron counties of Missouri.

I'm taking Laclede Cab home. I am calling them in ten minutes.

John

You're welcome.

So now I have a blog upon several requests from some people. I guarantee this blog will be uninteresting, uninspiring, and all-around bullshit banter from my one track ADD mind.

Blogs are exponentially a way to keep your mind free from clutter and unwanted stress, so I am told. I had a blog once on OpenFreeDiary.com once but isn't it so ridiculous that usernames and passwords are long forgotten along with several other things in life? I guess I must have used it once or twice a week. It wasn't something I was totally focusing on but it did help me just put a memory or event or just ideas in general 'in stone' and I could look back and laugh at myself and get feedback from others about that stuff.

Shall I commence with my blog?

I am a full-time student here in Saint Louis at St. Louis Community College - Forest Park. I particularly pride myself in attending this vocational institution because a. It's not your run-of-the-mill community college, b. It's got some of the most brilliant (and vacant, among others) minds that I've ever met, and c. I start my life here. School is rather interesting to me. I find that I would normally be worrying about money, getting a dead-end 9-5 job, and dissecting this life in other far more arbitrary ways. I like school. There, I said it.

This morning was a Monday morning and that only means one thing: disaster. Every Monday morning starts out the same. Wake up, go out into the world, and deal with shit. Any other day isn't as doomed or cursed, so why must Monday be so different? It's the one day that people can perspectively lok at as being the 'shit' day of the week.

I have a lot of work to do. I have to turn in my final draft about counterfeit money to the newspaper, finalize ideas about my local production poster for Graphic Design 4 (vector graphics, here I come!), sketch some thumbnails for the St. Louis Ultimate Frisbee Association for our client's meeting on Tuesday in Creative[dot]Comm, and above all, get some cigarettes. I suppose I shall leave the last among that list alone and type a blog tomorrow about the injustices in America today regarding persicuted smokers, alright?

Have a good/bad Monday and try the gray stuff; it's delicious.

John