Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

One thing I've given a lot of thought into whilst writing this here blog is how much fun it'll be to read through all of this stuff in years. Anyone who's seen the bags of crap that I keep in my room, thinking that I'll enjoy looking through it all eventually, reminiscing, can tell you that physical memories are just part of the way I work. Why do I still have a little wooden disc I got my senior year at an away football game that I was supposed to redeem at the concession stand for a free soda? Why do I still have the christmas paper that I colored and won first place on in 5th grade? Why do I keep all kinds of knick-knacks like those, when I really don't have the space in my room to keep it?

I don't really know... but I suppose it sort of works the same way that all of the video I have of programs and such does. I mean, c'mon, half of the videos that I've taken over the years were a pain to shoot. Having a camera anywhere without a clear, necessary reason, unless you're talented from an artistic standpoint, is not easy to justify, to yourself or anyone. Most of the video I've shot really isn't all that interesting to watch, anyway. I've probably got about 10 hours of NYC footage overall from several trips, and I think about 6 minutes of it is probably worth watching, if I'm lucky. But I've never erased any of that video, or thrown it away... perhaps, in a way, the fact that I shot the video and held onto it is a memory of it's own. Deep stuff, huh?

I guess I've got memories on the mind. I just got done watching the most interesting, emotion-triggering film that I've seen for a while. I think most of you probably remember a flick Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind coming out a few years ago, and maybe even saw it since then. Well, since I've been home for a few days already on spring break, I guess I picked up a habit from my older sister and decided to see what's "on demand" on our cable. After watching The Spongebob Squarepants Movie yesterday (Very impressive from a technical standpoint, but lacking in the plot-department, which I'm sure you're all very surprised of) and watching a bizarre little movie called Delivering Milo about a boy who decides that he doesn't want to be born. I picked a random movie; if you've never done that, I can't say I reccomend it, but I truely beleive there's SOMETHING to be gained from watching ANY movie.

Anyway: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Where to begin... I really really liked it a lot. I decided that this movie is definetly the movie that I've understood the least but still liked the most. Usually if I don't understand a film, I dismiss it or focus on technical aspects, but somehow, this one really touched me emotionally and confused me for the most part. It didn't help that the on demand decided to cut out before I could finish the film. I HAD to read the ending on wikipedia. I was completly on the edge of my seat. I can't beleive it would do this to me! I should sue Time Warner

I've been doing a lot more thinking about life and relationships at this point in my life than probably the rest of it combined, and that, to me, is what the whole movie was about. It's basically a romantic film, and romance is awesome. I've still got a lot of living and learning to do, but love is the strongest emotion I've ever experienced as of yet. I probably can't honestly say that if I hadn't been dumped a month and a half ago that the movie would have affected me as strongly, as the movie was all about a man losing a woman he really loves a lot and watching it all fall away as he has no way to stop it, which is something that happened to me in a way.

Also, the movie had a lot of actors and actresses in it that I enjoy. Jim Carrey, of course, who I won't pan for doing serious stuff. Elijah Wood and David Cross have really minor roles, but I enjoy them quite a bit. Also, the technical stuff in the movie was pretty amazing. Watching his memories literally fall apart as they were erased and seeing Jim Carrey's character move seamlessly from a memory in his apartment to the sandy beaches was very beautiful. You really have to see the film to understand what the heck I'm talking about, but you'll like it.

A lot of the happenings in the movie really struck chords with me. I really hated Elijah Wood's character for using Joel's items and memories of Clementine to win her over, just because he was insecure himself and didn't honestly have that connection with her. I really hated how Kirsten Dunst and the mind-erasing programmer treated Joel with no respect while they were carrying out the procedure, having sex and smoking pot while the program ran. I really (at least I felt like I did) related to Joel, watching how much he loved Clementine, how they seemed to fit perfectly when he told her that he finally for once, was happy, as they lay on the ice, but as was seen from the previous clips, their relationship seemed to fall apart more and more as it went on, just because of little dumb things. Then later, in his own memories, he told Clementine that things would be better, that he only loved her, even though all of her responses were just in his own mind... really deep stuff.

Bottom line: I would really reccomend the film to anyone who hasn't seen it. Maybe it just strikes me in a personal way, so I'm over-attached to it than I should be, but I enjoyed it verymuchso. It was better than Delivering Milo, anyway. And in the end, isn't that what every film really should strive to be?

I think I'll leave it at that and go sleep. Watch it.

-Jimmy

A short post 'cause I should be working on homework...

Hi. How are you? Good, thanks for asking. Anyway, I'm sort of in a writing mood, BUT, I'm also in a productive mood, so I'll keep it breif.

Okay, so I just wrote a ton of stuff about how things were going between me and Laura, then looked at it, and it was NOT breif, but very long and unorganized. So I erased it, and I guess I'll try and organize my thoughts on the matter before I write it out. However, it might be too far away in the future before I get in a writing mood, and the the thought may be lost. However, I feel that it's something I really want to write down and get out there, so I'm writing THIS post to remind me to write about it next time. Crazy, huh? Yeah, I know I am. But sometimes... I like it.

-Jimmy

As of Now, Disregard the Last Post.

Well, although the previous post was really how I felt, and I do feel like that fairly often, I've hit my usual up after the down. And this was a rather good up indeed. Tuesday night, I went bowling with a bunch of my friends, and although I'm not much of an avid bowler, I had a darn good time losing... terribly. I don't think I broke 80 either time we played. I won't go into anymore details because one, it's all boring, and two, um... no, mainly it'd just be boring... but I like to think there's more to life than being good at bowling, eh?

Afterwards, we walked Megan back to her room, after I pulled some sweet secret-agent moves in the union, such as my patented somersault-over-the-back-of-the-chair (I learned from the best: Acrobats Go!) or the sidestep-behind-the-support-pole-thingy. That's right. Needless to say, the enemy didn't hit me with a single shot.

Before Tuesday night, however, I had a trombone lesson Tuesday afternoon. I wasn't really feeling all that confident, because I haven't been practicing as much as I should be lately. It's pretty hard to motivate yourself to go practice when you feel like the world's caving in on you. Anyway, I must have shown that I was sort of depressed, because Zadrozny asked me what was up before we did anything else, and I ended up just spilling my guts to him. He made me feel a lot better, as we talked about all sorts of things for a whole half hour of lesson time. It only got better after that, I played him part of my solo that I'm currently preparing for my jury at the end of the semester, and he was really pleased with it. Heck, I was really pleased with it.

ANYWAY, my most proud moment was Thursday. I received a most appriciated invitation to go to the rec center from Laya's roommate, Stephanie. I was pretty hesitant, being the xenophobe I am, but I ended up feeling good enough about it to go. And boy, am I glad I did. She showed me how some of the stuff works, and I started on the eliptical machine. It was pretty fun, it took me a while to figure out how all of the controls worked, the different settings, the bars that you hold on to to measure your heart rate, and the little thingy that you can plug your headphones into to listen to one of the various TVs placed around the room. I ended up switching the eliptical machine onto a "cross country" setting, which sort of varied up and down from a very small amount of resistance to a lot of resistance over and over again. I was pretty surprised, but I kept through the whole thing. I did a really good job of pushing myself, especially considering how long it's been since I've done any rigerous exercise, and after 400 calories and 45 minutes, I switched over to one of the high-bikes, just so I could watch Seinfeld. (I've gotten into the habit of watching Seinfeld on TBS every day from 6-7 when I get the chance; I'm thinking that doing it over at the rec while exercising might be a better idea than sitting in my room doing nothing) I did a fitness test on that one, and got: a 38. Unfortionetly, I had absolutely no way of knowing WHAT a 38 meant, so it didn't really help me, but I made it past about 80 percent of the resistance bar, so I suppose it can't be too bad. My point is: Exercising really isn't that bad. Especially for the health and social benefeits you get in the end. I definetly think I can keep making trips over to the rec whenever I get the chance, which should be often enough. Next time, I want to do some treadmilling, so I can get more in the habit of a running workout.

Once the summer hits, I'm hoping I can keep that up. I know running isn't good for your joints and stuff (I know a lot of people with knee, hip, etc ailments) but I've gotta do something. I'll probably mix in some biking (if I still have a bike somewhere), DDR-ing, swimming... I'm really serious about it, I'm pretty tired of being out of shape, having this gut, etc. I also noticed I haven't been eating nearly as much since I came to college, and I've been drinking a lot more water. I'm feeling pretty good about it all. But, y'know, if anyone's willing to give me support and remind me of what I said I really want... I would appriciate it. I'm almost certain it's going to be more difficult than I'm feeling right now, I've still got a high from the fact that I actually went to the rec today, but I can at least make a dent in my out-of-shappedness.

Well... that's about all I've got.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, y'all. Don't forget to don the green!

-Jimmy

Depressio.

Well, this post only exists because I really feel like writing, not because I have something I think would make interesting reading, so if you came here for the sole purpose to be entertained, please don't read the rest of this. Honestly. I know it sounds completely stupid and pointless, but I wrote this for me, not to entertain. There. Don't say I didn't warn you.

So anyway, I need to write something to get it out of my system, but I don't think what I want to write about would be appropriate for my blog, so I decided just to write THAT down. I know it doesn't make sense, but not a whole lot of what I try to do anymore seems to make sense. I'm not exactly sure what's up with my life, and I don't want to make this blog a sob story or anything, but I really need a something to knock me into sense in my life. I usually do what I think is the right thing to do, except stuff where I'm just lazy, like eating really healthy or doing my homework as efficiently as I should, but for some reason, my life is less than satisfactory in my eyes. This tells me that I'm doing something wrong. Which is a really frustrating feeling, because, as previously stated, I generally do what I beleive to be right. I haven't felt like I've gotten ANYTHING in return for that lately, so I guess I need to kick the laziness out the door. The trouble is, whenever I do that, it comes back right away, usually I don't even notice it. I have a lot of goals that I'm fairly sure I'll never reach unless something miraculous happens to me before it's too late, preferrably soon.

• I'd like to lose some weight, get in shape, etc. But that is about 20 times easier said than done. I know there's no easy way, but I don't even know a hard way. I guess just eating salad all the time and running myself to death would do it? I don't know. I know I'm not disgustingly or offendingly obese, but I'm not physically attractive and I know it. If I wasn't so scared of people that I was willing to go out and join an exercise group or something, and wasn't sure that I'm too lazy to really keep up with anything like that... I'd be all over it just like that.
• I'd like to figure out what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. I feel like I'm just up here at Akron wasting my parent's money, spending a whole year at a school for higher education in a field that I don't even see myself pursuing. But I'm really indecisive when it comes to that. I mean, honestly, how am I supposed to know now what I want to do for the next 40+ years of my life? Lately, I've been thinking of just going into a career that I know will offer a solid, medium-to-high-paying job so that I can at least support my family and loved ones (if I ever have them) to an extent where they're financially comfortable. That would be of more concern to me than having the dream job of my life (WHICH, by the way, once again, I am too lazy to even attempt to pursue).
• I'd like to get really good at piano, or something. Something that's actually useful. I spend my time sitting on the internet fighting lost or non-existant causes, or playing video games, or sleeping, when I could be reading great literature, or learning to cook, or learning another language, or volunteering at a homeless shelter, or practicing piano, or even something like learning to juggle or watching classic movies, for God's sake. Why not? Motivation and laziness problems.
• I'd like to get contacts instead of glasses.
• I'd like to get caught up in my schoolwork.
• I'd like to convince the girl of my dreams that I can be the boy of hers.
• I'd like to make some real, true friends here at Akron, and in extention of that, be more social and outgoing.
• I'd like to understand my own actions better, and really understand why I do the things I do and think the things I think and beleive in the things I beleive and have the morals I have that seem to have gotten me nowhere, when there are people out there doing everything I beleive to be wrong that are the happiest people in the world.
• I'd like to make people happy instead of making them unhappy.
• I'd like to stop making stupid lists of things to do or that I'd like to do and actually be able to make myself do them. Which I'm fairly determined by now is NOT a possibility
• I'd like to do EVERYTHING that is right, even when I know that there is no right and wrong to life, and that what happens anywhere technically doesn't make a difference in the big scheme of things... because there IS no scheme of things. So I guess in extention to this, I'd really like to beleive in religion. Because without religion... there is no meaning to life, no reason to be, no right or wrong... and yet, it's presence still seems to elude me.
  

I've been really depressed lately, I haven't told anyone yet, even though I'm sure a lot of people already know it, but college really isn't going how I anticipated. I have my good moments with it, but overall, I just really feel like I don't fit in with it. I'd join the military or something, but that's not something I want to do at all, lol. I've been told that I expect too much positive reaction from people, and I guess it's true, but I was really used to knowing everyone in highschool, and just when I started to feel on top of things there, it was time to go to college. I don't know if I'm ever going to recover from here, at least I don't feel like it. I feel like just being over with it, giving up any ambitions and just finding some simple job to do for the rest of my life. And you know what the sad part is? I'd still be happy. I'd go home every night, watch TV, play video games, whatever, and I'd be happy. I'm too complacent. And I don't know how to fix that. Maybe I have some sort of mental disease? That would sure be nice, because unless that's the case, this is totally out of my hands. I can't control it. I've tried for the past 4 years, and although I've had times of success and times of satisfaction, it always comes back. And that's no way to live a life. All I know is that lately, I've felt like if I had an off switch, I'd be all over it.

Anyway, I know this is a little edgy for being my blog, but I don't write this for people to read, really, although it gives me satisfaction to know that people get enjoyment out of something I can create, it really does, but posts like this, to me, are necessary. This feeling is too persistant in my mind to not be heard somewhere, even if it's only simply online. I guess it's something my mind thinks will help, but really only probably hurts in the long run. Oh well. I'll stop before I've become too random.

If you're reading this, and you're a miracle or something... let me know. I'd sure appriciate it.

-Jimmy

An update written this weekend... about last weekend.

Okay, okay, so I've been putting this blog off because I haven't been in a writing mood. However, inspiration struck me as I was brushing my teeth while getting ready to go to bed. I've got the writin' fever, so this might be sort of a lengthy one. This is probably one of the stranger conditions I've written a blog under, Erin is currently in my room, on the air mattress, sound asleep. (She's here for sibs weekend, in case there are those of you out there who think I like to keep my little sister around college with me as a slave to do my bidding. Hm... actually... if everyone wouldn't think I was nuts and if I had room to keep her... that's not a bad idea! She could probably stay under my bed... I'll think about it... oh, I'm still in parenthesis.) We should have a fun-filled day tomorrow, they've got all sorts of neat activities planned, like Photo Key Chains, Karaoke, Get your Charicatures drawn with your brother or sister, and, hey, this paper even says that THE Sparkles the Clown will be doing... FACE PAINTING! I cannot wait.

Anyway... to get down to business. I need to write down the events of last weekend before they're forever wisked away in my memory, or rather, lack thereof. It all started last Friday, Krystle was on her way home to L-ville for Spring Break, and decided she'd stop on by to check out my digs and hang with me for a while. After deciding that my bare walls were a sad case and that my mattress was hard as a rock (I'm not a picky sleeper, what can I say? Although I'd have to say the worst conditions I ever had were at the Burd's house at a bonfire. There were a lot of people to accomodate, so I ended up sleeping on the floor under a pool table... I realize that being under the pool table did not in any way make it more comfortable, but... it seemed to be the right thing to do. Oh, and I had a blanket, and I gave it away to Jen Shearer to be a gentleman, and then when I woke up in the morning, I realized she hadn't even been using it. There's a moral in that story somewhere, but once again, this parenthesis-statement has gone on for far too long. Enough!), we were on our way to get some grub at Swensons. By the way, if you've never been to Swensons, stop on by sometime if you're ever in the Akron area. Their food is delish, and the novelty of a drive-in restaraunt is just too neat-o to pass up on occasion. Krystle, who graciously offered to drive, had to choke her burger down in seconds before we entered the theatre (I was impressed), and then we sat down to watch The Pink Panther.

It's been a LONG time since I saw any of the original Pink Panther movies, but I still remember them being a lot better than this movie. Maybe my memory's fuzzy, maybe I just fell for their classic charm, but this movie was by no means in deservance to share their namesake. Don't get me wrong, I love Steve Martin, The Jerk and The Three Amigos are a hit every time in my mind, but his recent film repetior has been... shall we say... lacking. What's he been in? I can't even recall... um.... Cheaper by the Dozen? Bringing Down the House? Ummm... Cheaper by the Dozen... 2? Sure, sure, they're acceptable, and they're sort of funny, but by no means should such comic genious be lowered to such simple comedic movies.

Anyway, point is, Pink Panther really isn't worth the cash, unless you wait until it hits your local dollar theatre. I'm not even going to attempt to scrutinize the plot, because comedies dont' always have to have a super-plot to be good, although it helps, but it just wasn't very well developed. Not nearly as enjoyable as I had hoped. But who am I, Rodger Ebert? Oh well. Sorry Steve, no offense. We're still cool, right?

Okay. So Krystle left on her way, we said our goodbyes after I whined to HER about how broken up I am about my ex-girlfriend (Ha ha, get it? BROKEN UP?... Yeah, sorry, I seem to have inherrited some of my dad's sense of humor...) and I went up to my room to clean for David... except I got distracted because Scary Movie 3 was on TV. I don't really approve, but Leslie Neilson was in it, and he's really funny, so I watched some of it. And then I fell asleep. Wow... this story just keeps getting better and better, huh?

Well, here's the good part, wherein my good friend David enters, stage left. I woke up in the morning and made my way to Cleveland to pick up David. After calling him for about the 10th time to make sure I was going the right way, I finally found him and picked him up. For those of you that don't already know, David is pretty much the coolest kid I know. Heck, he IS the coolest. Not cool like, he always has a light, or he does sweet jumps on his Harley, but cool like... he's awesome. Oh, and he can juggle. If you ever get the chance, ask him to do the juggling thing where he grabs a ball, takes it up, then over, and lets go of it, while juggling the other two balls. It's pretty sweet. Maybe if I keep hanging out with him, he'll let me in on some of his sweet skills.

Anyway, we made it back to Akron without a hitch, or without getting lost in the slums of Cleveland and without opting that our best way out was to follow a strange, undeterrminable-gendered byciclist (THAT'S what happened last time... it was frightening), and met up with Laya and Stephanie (The roomie). We were going to go bowling, but Laya informed us that she gets free billiards 'cause she's taking pool class right now, so we were all for that. Holding on to money and still having fun is pretty sweet. So we played pool, and of course, I won. I don't like to brag, but when it comes to pool... I'm reeeeeeally lucky. Seriously. I'm not that good. I almost lost, and David and I put Laya in some sort of slump, so I got really lucky. Then we played teams, and David and I lost to Laya and Stephanie. Apparently my luck isn't strong enough to take on two other people whilst supporting another. I'll keep that in mind next time I get into a knife fight in the streets of Akron.

This part was really fun. We went upstairs in the Student Union, and just sat around for a while, but we got David to play the piano that they have near the Starbucks. It was fun, he played some bits of rags that he remembered, and some random jazz chord stuff, which was really neat. It brought back memories of high school days of yesteryear. Most every day, between choir and band, David and I would chill in the practice room, he would play piano stuff while I either failed miserably to add to the music with random percussiveness, singing, or playing along on the lower keys. Thinking back on this... it probably wasn't so much of a help. BUT... it's all about the memories, baby. Oh yeah.

Okay, so, this is the part where it got sort of boring. Sorry, David. We went back to my room, David played Nintendogs (I borrowed it from Stephanie, it's okay) and we watched part of RENT (I wouldn't reccomend), then it was time for the main event of the weekend: An Evening with Colin Mocherie and Brad Sherwood. For those of you who have never seen the wonderful programme Who's Line is it, Anyway?, well... you're missing out. Catch some reruns on the ABC Family channel sometime. As far as I'm concerned, it's the only reason to ever watch the channel. Anyway, they basically did exactly the same thing as they do in the show, only obviously with the two of them. It was really funny, and I was especially excited about getting to see Colin, but I was surprised to find out that I thought Brad actually did a better job of being funny for the night. I suppose everyone's allowed to have an off-night, but he really did seem to take command of all the sketches. Good on you, Brad. I almost feel guilty for telling everyone I was "going to go see Colin Mocherie" and not even mentioning you. But I mean, which one of you is the Snack Fairy, huh? I rest my case. So, yeah, it was really funny, but the audience gave TERRIBLE suggestions. Just to name a few, in a sketch, one kid suggested Brad be wearing "Dead Fingers", another amazing patron said that he stole "The Possum Van", and another theatre-goer suggested one sketch take place in "The Salt Dome", which just resulted in a sad sketch of it's own. All-in-all, it was definetly worth it to be in the comedic presence of THE Colin Mocherie. I am truely humbled.

Anyway, the rest of the time was pretty boring. We ate delicious pizza, courtesy of Hungry Howie's, watched Anchorman, and fell to sleep as we contemplated the significance of human existince. Yeah, that's what smart guys like us think about when we fall asleep, you wanna fighta boutit? Then I took him back in the morning. Nothing too radical.

So all in all... it was an awesome weekend. I got to see some of my best buds, who, along with my family, make life worth living, and I got to have some good times, which always rock. Ummm... I think I've exhausted most of my writing capabilities for the evening... plus, Erin is probably going to exhaust me tomorrow. I don't know which of the fun-filled activities she plans to drag me to, but I'm pretty sure that she's psyched about the leisure pool (It IS pretty sweet). I'm sure I'll have another post on that soon enough, hopefully not a week from now.

Oh, and thanks for all of those of you that have commented recently. I'd say I've been updating pretty well for the past few posts. I'm not gonna lie; I do write this thing mostly for myself for future reference, but the comments really help keep me going at it. For those of you who read it and didn't comment (if any), all I have to say is... C'mooooooooooonn!

Well, that's all she wrote.

Ciao,

-Jimmy

Yeah, I heard it's going around.

So this "survey" thing, whatever you want to call it, has been in a few people's blogs that I read, and I found theirs interesting enough to read, so I figured I'd do one of my own. I had an awesome weekend, but I need some time for the events to marinade in my head so I can make sure to give such an awesome weekend an awesome-as-deserved post.

STUFF ABOUT JIMMY LINGENFELTER
Has he ever...

Given a hickey: Yes, yes I have.
Danced around in your underwear: I'm gonna have to say no...
Gotten a hickey: No ma'am.
Gone to summer camp: Not for years, but yeah, I went to bike camp, canoe camp... and yet, I'm so out of shape? I don't know what went wrong.
Sang into your hairbrush: I don't have a hairbrush... maybe this thing was counting on only being completed by women?
Refused to listen to a teacher: Not refused to listen, but maybe just not listened because I felt I didn't need to, or refused to really care or respect what they had to say.
Cried in public: I'm sure I have, but usually I try and take it elsewhere. Not that it occurs often, lol
Made a perverted snowman: Ummmmm... no.
Done the splits: Maybe when I was little. I WAS in gymnastics way back when.
Picked flowers from other people's lawns: I don't think so.
Walked around in your underwear: Yeah, when noone's gonna notice.
Been grounded: Yes, yes, but not for a long, long while. I'm a good boy. :-D
Tripped on your feet: Just did today, actually. But usually I catch myself.
Checked under your bed before going to sleep: Um... maybe if I'm missing something...
Played on a sports team: Of course. Soccer is pretty much the best sport to play ever.
Spent all day on the computer: Umm... probably. Plenty of days on video games all day, I figure that's the equivalent.
Worn black nail polish: How about, NO nail polish?
Forgotten a birthday of someone important: Yeah... Issac Newton's always seems to slip my mind...
Had a conversation with yourself: I'm sure. I have a lot of mental conflict.
Fallen asleep at school: Of course. 1st time was in Word Processing, though.
Lied to a doctor: No, but I might have told them wrong information.
Been to a slumber party: ...I guess you can call it that?
Had a pillow fight: Of course... good stuff.
Lied about your age: I'm sure, but not to accomplish any overly-nepharious goals.
Made fun of someone to fit in: Probably at some point in my life, but no time recently. I usually say what I really think.
Stood up for someone who was being bullied: More often in my head than in real life, but yeah.
Heard people talking badly about you: Yes, it's fairly inevitable in high school.
Been called fat: All the time. More often by myself.
Been called anorexic: I don't think the thought has ever even crossed anyone's mind.
Fainted: Nah. I'm too well-nourished and don't push myself physically to faint.
Went outside in underwear: ...not that I can recall? Maybe when I was a kid.
Worn an article of clothing without realizing the tag was still on: Probably.
Kicked someone 5 years younger than you: Erin comes to mind... (sorry Erin!)
Cursed at a teacher: Yes, I suppose I have, but not when I thought they were listening. And it probably wasn't very graphic.
Cried in front of a teacher: Yes, I forget exactly when, though.
Cursed at a parent: Nope.
Done drugs: None of the non-perscribatory orientation.
Licked somebody: Two words: Mario Kart.
Called the police: Not that I recall.
Made a prank call: I'm sure I have.
Stolen something from a store: ...yes. But don't tell.
Said a racist comment and meant it: I'm pretty un-racist, but coming from Loudonville, I've been pretty sheltered from exposure. I've probably said some racist things that I didn't mean to be so, but...
Made yourself throw up: Ew, blech, ugh, no.
Thought you were going crazy: Slowly, but surely.
Doubted your sexuality: No, I know myself like the back of my hand... wait...
Lied to a teacher: Of course... it happens.
Wished you were dead: Yeah, but I've got too many people I care about to stop living.
Tried to kill yourself: No... I've got instincts like none other, and like I said, I have a lot of people I really care about.
Given the finger to a complete stranger: I don't think so... I'm pretty passive. And I like to at least TRY to treat others as I want to be treated.
Been to a concert: Yeah, a few, but not like a rock concert or anything.
Went to school in pajamas: I think so... it's comfy. I would do it more often if I had the chance now, though.
Hurt an animal on purpose: People are animals, aren't they? Oh, and I've killed a lot of bugs.
Broken something that was special to someone else because you were mad: Yeah, I remember when I was little I got really mad at Loren for something, so I ran up to her room and found a yearbook and tore it in half. Turns out it wasn't hers, but, erm...
Cheated on a test: Duh. I think nearly everyone has at least once.
Copied off of someone else's homework: Of course
Sworn at a little kid: Nah, I'm pretty good at keeping myself from swearing, especially at other people.
Driven while you were drunk: I've been drunk?
Been in a car accident: Yes, but none so far have been my fault, thank God.
Spit in someone's food: Not that I recall
Ran away from home: Not since I was little.
Skinny-dipped: Nah, some day, after I lose some weight.
Held a real gun: I think? I KNOW I've held a real paintball gun... lol
Wished someone would die: Yeah, but... either way is okay.
Been beaten up: Not really.
Beat someone else up: I get the urge, but I'm still too passive.
Wished someone would be raped: ...that is by far, the strangest question I've ever read on one of these things.
Wondered what the world has come to: Well, it all makes acceptable sense, so I don't really question it.
Had a crush on a teacher: Probably. Can't remember, though.
Ate so much you got sick: I've eaten too much on too many occasions, yes.
Hurt yourself on purpose: Probably, but nothing serious.
Thrown a glass object so that it broke: Yeah, it's strangely fun to break stuff sometimes.
Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend: Nope. But sadly, it's still really easy to mess up at being a boyfriend even if you're faithful.
Kissed someone you hardly knew: I wouldn't say hardly... but definetly not for a very long time.
Smoked a cigarette: Nope, and never.
Broken a bone: No, I live a very restrained life.
Bitten someone: lol, yeah
Worn a mini skirt: Absolutely!
Made out with someone of the same sex: Yes, but Scott makes an awfully convincing woman.. it was his legs that did it.
Eaten dog/cat food: I don't think so.
Stuck gum under a table: Gum is bad stuff.
Written on a desk at school: Yeah, but probably just with penicl, and then I probably erased it.
Chewed a pencil: Yeah, I chew my mechanical pencils all the time, until I realize I'm doing it.
Spit on someone: Yes.
Been spit on: Yes.
Driven over your lawn: Yes.
Told your crush you liked them: Yes, and then we dated and it was oh so nice. :-)
Skipped class: Yes, on occasion. It's a lot easier to do now that I'm in college and all.
Written on a cubicle in a public bathroom: Nope. Although I'm glad other people do, it's interesting reading.
Stayed up all night: Yeah... it's compulsive, and sleep is a terrible idea.
Eaten a bag of cookies in a day: Probably not a bag... probably one of those plastic-tray thingies.
Been kicked out of a store: No, I wouldn't want to do that to the workers... I have a hard enough time ID-ing people myself.
Put dog/cat food in someone's food: Not that YOU know of... ha ha ha...
Refused to pay someone back after you promised you would: Probably. Intentionally AND unintentionally.
Read someone else's diary: Yes.
Sworn at an animal: Hrm... I don't recall. Seems kind of pointless.
Tripped in public: Yes, and it's embarrassing even if noone notices.
Walked into a pole: Of course.
Walked into a parked car: Of course as well.
Found someone much older than you very attractive: Yeah... it's pretty easy to do.
Stapled your finger: I don't recall.
Laughed at someone who was seriously hurt: Probably.
Found a bug in your cereal: Ew, no, my cereal is a sacred meal.
Been so lazy you wouldn't get up to go to the bathroom: I suppose, but usually the need to pee is stronger than the need to be lazy.
Fell off the bed: yeah, and I had a falling dream, and it was pretty cool.
Peed your pants at school: Probably when I was younger, but not that I remember.
Almost drowned: I've felt like it, but probably not. You get that feeling a lot when you're in swim team for 9 years and you're out of shape for a good part of those years.
Had a black eye: Not a major one.
Went rollerblading and crashed into a bush: Rollerblading? That's so 90s.
Made fun of someone because they were fat: Probably indirectly.
Snuck out of the house: I wouldn't call it sneaking, but I suppose I probably have.
Dyed your hair: Nah... mine works for me.
Cut your own hair: A bit.
Been stung by a bee/wasp: Yeah, but it's been a while.
Climbed on a roof: Yes, it's easy when you're actually SPIDERMAN!
Worn gothic make-up: It doesn't really fit me all that well, even as a joke.
Had a contact break in your eye: Yes. I hate contacts. But I also hate glasses. Bah on eyes.
Had food poisoning: Ew, yes... not cool.
Had heat-stroke: No, I've been dehydrated, though.
Bought an article of clothing and never wore it: I don't recall, but I don't have a lot of clothes, so pretty much everything gets worn eventually.
Cut yourself on a blade: It happens to everyone some day.
Fallen on glass: I don't think I've ever fallen on glass, per sey
Worn an article of clothing that was lime green: Yes, awesome color.
Eaten a bug: Most likely. But not conciously.
Eaten something that fell on the ground: Of course.
Been to a shrink: I'd like to, even though I don't think it would help me, but I haven't.
Had surgery: Yes.
Needed braces: Been and gone, which is awesome. In retrospect, they weren't terrible, though, but it's infinity times better without 'em.
Worn a bikini: No comment.
Failed a test: Probably.
Failed a class: C in Spansih II is the closest I've ever come.
Been teacher's pet: No, but I'm a respectful kid, so I do well.
Been teacher's least favorite student: Nope.
Slow danced: Yes, and I'd like to someday again...
Been afraid of the dark: Yeah, I've been afraid of what might be lurking in the dark... even in dumb places like my own house.
Seriously thought of hurting someone else: I've THOUGHT of it, but I'd probably never do it.
Had a cavity: Yes. :-(
Been in love: Yes... still am.
Played truth or dare: Yeah... it's always silly, though, noone actually does anything all that daring.
Walked in on your parents when... yeah....: Nope.
Slept in the nude: Well, I don't mean to scar you all for life, but I have before.
Watched the movie Glitter: Ew, ugh, blech, no.
Flashed someone: Yeah, this survey's totally for girls... um... oops.
Been kissed: Definetly. Some girls just can't help it. ;-)
Kissed someone else: Yes, and I miss it. Moreso the hugs, though.
Sung along to a foreign language song: Of course.
Played in the rain: It's really fun, being out in a thunderstorm on a really warm summer day is the bomb.
Went on a road trip with friends: This summer, the American Mid-west better watch out for us!

Well... there ya go. I'm hoping this thing is relatively more interesting to read than it was for me to write. I think I'll try to hold off from doing these things too often... does WONDERS for procrastination, though. Anyway, expect a post sometime soon about the weekend... it was awesome.

keep reading my blog, (or else!),

-Jimmy