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Life Is Good... [09 Aug 2006|11:03pm]
It's been a long period of time since my fingers itched to display the current events of the life of Jason. The one thing that sticks itself out the most is the fact that quite frankly "Life Is Good." I can't quite place my finger upon it but it's like these eyes have been open to the better side of everything that has taking place. That's not to say that life has been lollipops and cotton candy, it's been everything but that. Tuition letters are still being sent and some insecurities still take up residence in my mind. I guess maturity is starting to knock on my front door. Does the island of fat around my mid-section still makes me wonder the magic of liposuction..... yes, does little things like not getting enough sleep and cutting myself during shaving still makes me want to punch whatever is in my nearest reach.... of course, but I've come to terms with myself and realized that life is worth so much more. Since the day I was born the day of my death has come closer and closer, so what's the point of wasting my emotional substance on something so fragile like not having the right amount of funds in my wallet to get a pair of jeans. LIFE IS JUST TOO DAMN SHORT!!! I don't want to stress over the minimal issues, what I really want is to laugh so loud that my stomach hurts afterward, I want to sing on the top of my lungs even though I know I can't hold a note to save my life, I want to dance without worry about whether or not I know the latest moves, I want to witness what lays behind the streets of the ghetto without forgetting where I came from, I don't want any regrets, just life lessons..... well maybe a regret or two. I just want to live life. The bottom line is that life may not always seem like it's worth must, but on the day when you close your eyes for the last time and you hear Jesus calling out to you to complete the final chapter of your self-titled story, it will be the only thing that hold any true value.
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The Semester Is Done... [18 Dec 2005|04:15am]
Sometimes even though there things that you just can't help, it still hurts when they turn out the complete opposite way... especially when you work so damn hard at it.

Papito Dios I pray you keep on holding me together, because if it was up to me I think I would have given up a long time ago...
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College And I Seem To Have A Love/Hate Relationship [25 Oct 2005|06:42pm]
I'm telling you, it seems as if all my teachers get together and have "How To Fuck With Jason" meetings. Don't get me wrong, this semester has been going pretty good compared to my first two, but it seems when one teacher plans a big project due one week, all my other teachers come running over with assignments due around the same time. I just don't get it sometimes. The one thing I do know is that next time I'm told by a person "Oh, you go to art school, it must be so easy to sit around and draw all day" instead of just making them feel really stupid I think I'll add a juicy ass back slap in the face to it, and maybe... just maybe a super-hard kick dead in their crotch. But at the same time I can't see myself doing anything else. I thank God for giving me the opportunity to go to college and work hard. At times it does get a bit overwhelming but in life if you take the short cuts it's most likely your ass is going to get cut short.
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Just To Think of Christmas Break Makes That Little Person In My Head Jump Up and Down... [20 Sep 2005|03:23am]
I really don't know if it's just me, but it seems as if with every semester that passes I find myself once again visiting the emergency room. I mean it's crazy when I think about it. I've kind of formed a list of everytime I've had to go to the hospital in the last year. While I was growing up I hardly never seen the inside of those tall buildings that I knew people entered when they weren't feeling good, and all through out high school I hardly never came down with anything that bad, but as soon as I put on my college student shoe I've been in the ER every semester.

Fall/04: Came down with chest infections. This was the first time I had ever been admitted into a hospital and the first time I've ever told a nurse to got to hell.

Spring/05: Pointing the finger of blame at my greedy-ness, I came across a case of food poisoning in the shape of a #7 everyday lunch special from the Pizza place around the corner from my job.

New Update!!!

Fall/05: Starting off the new semester with a bang I decided I wanted to go for the Angelia Jolie look and woke up at 3am with an allergic reaction that made not only made my throat feel like I was breathing through a straw, but also gave me a pair of lips bigger than J.Lo's ass.


And yes, it's only been about three weeks into the semester. I'm already chewing on my finger tips awaiting what next semester's gift of sickness will be.

School started right back up again and I'm really happy to be out of the foundation program and into my major. I pretty much thank God everyday that I choose Illustration over Graphic Design. I mean I will always be into Graphic Design, it's a form of artistic expression that will always have it's place in my heart, but when it truly comes down to my passion I have to admit that drawing takes over. It comes like second nature.

Although my schedule seems a little more insane then the last, all my classes seem to fit me well. I'm taking up 16 credits this time around (1 credit over the 15 credit full-time student limit) and for some reason or another they really seem to balance themselves out. I'm even taking up Guitar. The only thing that I wasn't able to register for was my dance class, but I'm leaving that for Spring/06 because I want to take it with all of my visual artist friends. But everything is going really good, and by the looks of it I'll be graduating in no time. Sometimes on the subway trips to and from school I find myself thanking God so much for the path that he has put me on. Life has been everything BUT easy, but I've learned that I can only do my best, cause if I don't do for myself no one else is going to do for me. Thanks so much Papito Dios.

Last Saturday I was able to finally hang out with Amanda and it was just another reminder of how stupid we truly are. We weren't really sure of what we wanted to do so it turns out we spent the night in Ikea taking pics and eating Mac and Cheese. With that girl along you can make a trip to somewhere as shitty as WOW the best time of your life. Thanks Babygirl, not only for making me laugh until tears start to form, but for just being yourself... and when I say being yourself I mean acting like a complete ass-whip. Love you to bits.
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The Best One I've Heard In a Long Time... [22 Aug 2005|12:18am]
Lately my job as a Pharmacy Tech has been really getting to me. Most recently I've been having issues with my schedule... well let's just say that people I work with have been having issues. But that's not to say that I still don't have my share of fun. Last Wednesday I was working with a floater pharmacist by the name of Lina if I'm not mistaken when a druggie walks in with a script. The funny thing is that after working in a pharmacy for so long you begin to develop this sense for them. I can't tell you how many times I see someone walking up to the counter and I can already name what medication is on that little piece of paper, PERCOCET (also known as endocet and oxycodone)!!! It's like gold to them. They carry these scripts with so much pride it's a little scary, especially when you know half of them are trying to pass fakes. The part that's really scary is that some work so hard to get these scripts filled. Some put on arm wraps, others let their friends play the roles of doctors in order for us to call them to "verify" the script, and for their buddies to win an Oscar for their performance. This one lady came in crying her ass off from this "pain" she was feeling, I'm telling you not only tears but boogies. The pain was so strong that it took her 5 hours to get to the waiting room. The funny thing was as soon as I informed her the her medication was ready she ran so quick to that counter that I almost laughed right in her face, something that I'm pretty sure she wasn't far away from seeing as though her smile couldn't have been bigger. To tell you the truth I think I could have given that bitch a Grammy, Oscar, and a Tony award for her performance that day. But back to what happened wednesday, this skinny druggie lady walks in and tell a girl I work with by the name of Yami that she would need to wait for the medication, Yami quickly informed her that we were unable to fill it because we were working with a floater pharmacist that just so happens not to have a key to the cabinet that wholes all of the drugs people like her are crazy for. At this time the lady... well lets just call her druggie cause lady is too classy of a word, well the druggie leave without words with her prescription. About a good ten minutes later the druggie comes back and ask Yami to speak to the manager of the pharmacy. Yami points to the Lina and the druggie walks over and these are the words that are exchanged:

Druggie: "Can I ask you a question?"
Lina: "Yes"
Druggie: "Why can't you fill my prescription!?"

-Lina looks at the piece of paper and in a claim voice replies-

Lina: "Miss I don't have the key for the cabinet."
Druggie: "Key to what!!?"
Lina: "Miss I don't have the key to the cabinet that holds that medication."
Druggie: "And what does that mean that you don't want to fill my prescription?"
Lina: "What it means is that I don't have access to that medication which means that even if I really wanted to fill it for you I couldn't because I wouldn't be able to give you the medication."

-the druggie waits with no words for about 5 seconds before she screams at the top of her lungs-

Druggie: "BBIITTCCCHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

-Lina replies in a new strong voice-

Lina: "See now were both bitches, but there is a difference between us. See I'm a bitch, and you... see your a bitch on drugs!"

I think if I didn't go to the restroom room earlier that day I would have been going now on a count of laughter.
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Thankfully Everything Seems To Be Under Control... [02 Aug 2005|08:40pm]
I got I call from Uarts letting me know not worry about anything and that was probably the best thing I've heard in a while. Just in case you didn't know I was having some problems, well lets just say Uarts was having issues with my tuition and today I found out that everything was fine and I can return to the University come August 31. The reason why I found myself in trouble was the fact that the deadline was on the 1st(monday)of August and if the issue wasn't resolved I would be stuck with an extra $60 late fee and I wouldn't be able to return this fall. But like I said everything worked itself out, or should I say God worked it all out for me and now I can relax for the rest of the summer.

Yesterday I was over my friend Beth's house, who has just so happen to return from florida, and her cousin asked us to help her clean out her closet. Beth's older brother not so long ago moved out but had left some of his old stuff there. She asked if I could help her carry some things to the basement and when I opened the door to the closet my mouth dropped. I had been looking for an original nintendo entertainment system for God knows how long now and their it was. I quickly snatched it, hugged it and began to jump up and down. You probably think I'm a little nuts to be a 19 year old guy jumping around for a nintendo but you have to understand that the system is probably one of the best memories I have of my childhood. My brother got one for christmas and thats all we would play. Of course we were a little too poor to buy all of the other systems that came out afterward, but we couldn't have been happier with our nintendo and 2 or 3 games. To this day it's been the only game system that I have ever had, and to tell you the truth I would be a lot happier with an NES then something like and X-Box. So since I knew for a fact that her brother wasn't using it I asked her mom to call her son to ask if I could have it. Long story short I finally have my NES. Goes to show you that cleaning can be fun.

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Now all I need is some of those classic NES games and I think I know where the rest of my summer will be sent.
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Express Men Pants Fit Me Tighter Than A Bitch... [25 Jul 2005|10:20pm]
I have to say that yesterday was a great day. I played the role of dog-sitter for 75% of this past weekend and decided that I had to step out of the house(well to tell the truth it felt more like a jail cell)and at least get some fresh air. I was on the egde of breaking down, the whole weekend was full of great wheather and beautiful blue skys and here I was sitting indoors bored out of my mind. Thankfully on saturday night I received a phone call from erica and she felt the same way, but her prision consinted of the smell of chicken grease and the bitter sound of anger customers. So we decided to take the day out. At first we didn't really know where we were going but just the thought of tasting freedom for at least a day was good enough for the both of us. What started off as just another simple trip to the mall turned into probably one of the best day I have had in a long time. I really honestly believe that it could'nt have been better. We talked good, shopped good, ate good, it was just a good day for the both of us. Something I'm more then sure we both needed.

p.s. I shopped for the first time at Express Men, and what did I leave with? How about a $1.99 belt, and you better believe it was the best $1.99 belt I have ever seen.
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Welcome Back... [30 May 2005|10:39pm]
It's been a while (and I mean that when I type it) since the last time I had written in this thing. Maybe it was because of the fact that my second semester at UArts hit me a lot harder then the first, but yeah a lot has happened. I finished my first year of college, my big bro graduated from PennState (I'm so proud), made a hell of a lot of new friends, I got my ears pierced and grew my hair out, Britney got pregnant (lol), but yeah there has been a lot. I feel a little bad for not writing in this thing because the fact is I wrote in it to remember all of the stuff that happened, now a year is gone and so many things have gone by with it and I hardly wrote any of it down. That's one of the main reasons why I signed up for this thing, but in reality, instead of a bunch of text, I actually have a lot of great photos and stuff to help me remember some of the greatest times in the past year, but I think I'll still like to write it all down. So yeah, I guess this is my welcome back and hopefully I'll be returning to my journal in the near future.
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Please Help Me! [20 Oct 2004|08:02pm]
I haven't updated in a while because I'm sooo sick, I have already missed two days of school and work. I've been in the ER twice and I still have pain all over my body. It's hurting me to type this right now. But hopefully I will get better, because it's been only getting worse. I hope and pray that I do. At times I can't even hold back my tears, and just to think that when I return to Uarts I'm going to be so backed-up on work. I'm just going to leave it in the hands of God.

I'll see you guys later.
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The Best Site Ever... [23 Sep 2004|08:28pm]
I just got in from a long ass day of school and right when I started thinking nothing could make my day better than what it is I find this site. I was laughing so much that I couldn't even breathe. It's a site dedicated to the wonders of the camel-toe. They even have a celebrity toe gallery (my favorite section). Please do yourself the favor and click on the link.

p.s. I'm pretty sure some of you are picking yours out right now.

Just Make It Clap
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It Hurts Just To Try To Keep My Eyes Open... [09 Sep 2004|03:50pm]
As I sit on the Septa subway train at 7:58 am I find myself questioning my very own luck seeing as though I was lucky enough to find a sit right next to the guy that smells like cheese and ass at the same time.

Aww yes, college life, to many it may seem like one big o party but to me it's not all about that. Don't get me wrong, I loovvvveee the University of the Arts and I'm really getting to see a new side to life, but damn it's alot of work. I happened to be talking to Carmelia the other day and she was telling me about the parties she's been to and how she loves her roommates and I heard an echo of someone telling me that in college you have to learn how to balance fun and work, but damn I don't even get the chance to do that. So far all I have is WORK WORK WORK! Just take a look at my schedule:

Monday
8:30am - 11:20am
Foundation Drawing

1:00pm - 2:20pm
1st Year Writing

5:30pm - 6:50pm
Intro to Moder.

Wednesday
8:30am - 11:20am
3 Dimensional Design

1:00pm - 3:50pm
2 Dimensional Design

4:00pm - 6:50pm
Furniture (Wood Shop)

Thursday
8:30am - 11:20am
Foundation Drawing

1:00pm - 2:20pm
1st Year Writing

5:30pm - 6:50
Intro to Moder.

Friday
8:30am - 11:20am
3 Dimensional Design

1:00pm - 3:50pm
2 Dimensional Design

So yup, that's the life of an art student. Keep in mind that I work both Sundays and Tuesdays 10am - 6pm, and I am a commuter, that means I don't have a little nice dorm room to return to in between classes. Instead I'm right back to doing homework in the library or reading something for class tomorrow. Speaking of work I have to find a work study job to make sure I kept my grant. So pretty soon I'll be working two jobs.

I know it's a lot but I really have the feeling that it's all going to pay off. And the good thing is that I'm doing what I love. I go to class looking forward to the lessons and I'm becoming a stronger artist which makes it all worth wild. Plus everyone here is more than super nice. The funny thing is that yesterday I was coming back from school and it was like 7:50pm and I had to go home to write an 1000 word essay for my 1st Year Writing class that was due today and I really felt bad. I felt like my feet were stones and I've been walking so much for the past 2 weeks that I have little cuts in between each toe. My body felt as if I had gain all this weight and to top it off I was so hunger that I think my stomach was rolling it's eyes at me from the inside. I really couldn't wait to get home and all I could think of was that damn essay. I was so upset because of the fact that here I am working my ass off for my future, while at the same time there students here that have it all at there finger tips and don't even come to class on time. I'm telling you, if I hear another student complain about how their parents didn't put more money in their check cards just because they couldn't get their morning cup of star bucks coffee I think I'm going to kick someone in their fucking teeth. That really pisses me off. I mean I think it's great when parents are able to send their child's off to school, but I hate it when they don't even so any gratitude for having the opportunity to come here worry free. Well just when I was thinking this it just so happen that I was walking by a church and on their welcome sign it read the best advice I have received in a long time. "A Negative Attitude Is A True Handicap." This couldn't have mad more sense to me. Right in front of me in Big Black letter was the answer to all of this. I know that there happen to be some of people out there that don't believe in God, but I really don't see how I would live life like that. I thank God so much just for that.

Even though it might seem like a lot, I know that I'm able to reach my goal. I truly love my school and something is telling me that in time I will grow more attached to it, BUT THAT'S NOT TO SAY THAT MY ASS ISN'T GOING TO FILL OUT AN APPLICATION TO BECOME AN RA NEXT YEAR (shit it's the only way I'll get to live on campus for free), but as of now I'm more than fine.
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I Would Never Think.. [29 Aug 2004|11:32pm]
The only thing that I can say after watching the vma's is "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" That honestly was the worst award show I can even think of. It left a bitter taste of disappointment for much of it's airing. It just seems as if know one knew what the hell was going on. I have watched them ever year since 1997 and this year it really seems as if no one showed up and that meant that they had to put the camera on about the same 5 celebrities the whole night. It was one minute on Jay Z, then to Beyonce, then creeping on J.lo and Marky, back to Beyonce, camera turns to Shaq, then drifts back to Usher, then moves to P. Diddy, right the fuck back to Jay Z, then catching Lil John, back TO FUCKING BEYONCE, all in the middle of like Jessica Simpson performing. It was just a mess. If the camera was put on Jay Z and Beyonca (yes I call her ass BEYONCA) one more time I think I would have help mtv pull it's head back from coking on their cock. The only real question that I have is what ever happening to Dave Chapelle hosting it. I saw Usher's Mom more than the host of the stupid thing. Mostly all the awards went to the same people. Truly even if I hated Britney Spears I still would have given her the award for Best Female with TOXIC, but no, since mtv didn't give Beyonca enough awards last year their decided to give her one that she DIDN'T DESERVE. They could'nt give it to Britney, but at the same time she was the only female in the running for Best Video of the Year. That made no sense at all. The highlightfor me of the whole night would have to be Jessica Simpson's Baby voice. I never laugh that much in my life. All I wanted was for her to say Goo Goo Gaa Gaa at the end, and if I could I think I would have payed to just hear that. Just to think that people say she can sing makes me laugh even harder. Another funny moment would have to be during the Alicia Keys number, I mean I love Alicia and I think she could'nt be more talented, but I was laughing soooo hard during her performance that I think a tear came down. She started off the night looking so cute with those curls but when she started singing her hair was a mess, she had these ugly looking sunglasses on and she was shaking so much that it made her look like a crack head on the corner. I know she is not a crack head but something about the way she looked made me go crazy. Christina Aguilera's nipple just couldn't help itself from slipping out of her dress and just when she needed some excitement during that corny performance with Nelly it decided to run away and hide. I was really hoping that she was going to perform "CarWash" but she decided to go along with that song that isn't even mp3 worthy. I don't know, I don't even think this years vma's should even be re-played. But I have to say that I really would like to find the same shirt Fat Joe had on, the Hector Lavoe one.

Well besides the vma's today was my first day that I had to be on my own at Uarts and I have to say that it went pretty good. The staff and students could'nt be nicer and I really feel good going there, even if it means that I have to take the subway and a bus it's more than fine. I'm a BIG BOY now. Well I'll tell you more later since I have to be there at 9:00 am tomorrow and the day after that. I just hope that I get up in the morning.
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[27 Aug 2004|10:18pm]
Jennifer if your reading this I just what to say that you are the best partner in crime. Heres to some of the best damn Pharmacist Technicians Rite Aid has ever seen.

The Nerves Are Starting To Kick In... [27 Aug 2004|10:13pm]
So I guess this is it? After dealing with twelve years of schooling I can only hope that I've been well trained for the what is known as "the college years." Tomorrow is my very first Orientation at UArts and to be honest I'm starting to get nervous, but in a good way. Who knows whats going to happen, the only fact is that I have to take a placement test (someone throw me a party!). Though I'm not the type to go into a test with his head up high, I'm not really concerned with that fraction of my first day as a college student. I mean even though it took me four years of High School to finally come to the conclusion that I can only do my best, I still can't help but to be drowned by thoughts of mistakes. I'm taking deep breaths as I type. I don't know, it's probably just the scent of something fresh and new that is taking over me. My emotions can be compared to one who is jumping off a cliff, but at least I have a glimpse of where I will land.

I'll make sure to write all about it.

P.S. Good Luck to the Class of 2004. May we all suceed at our goals and dreams, and if it just so happens that you fail, at least you know that you made the decisions on your own.
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The Boy-Wonder Strikes Back... [02 Aug 2004|05:08pm]
Theres been some time... well lets just say it's been a while since my last update, but by the looks of things it seems as if I have a lot more changes to face in my "close but not too far" future.

To start off, last week I made one of the biggest decision since the end of my high school life. That's right people, the jason you remember, the one with the bad highlight job, the one who looked as if he dipped his head into a tub of gel, the fake ass finger wave rocker has died. Yup, I just woke up and decided to cut off all of the little hair that I had left. It seems like nothing but it was a BIG step for a person who would have rather died then to step out of the house with out at least one hair product put to use. It's pretty funny if you think about it because for the four years that I attended Nueva Esperanza Academy I strongly remember having a different hairstyle for every academic year. I laugh just thinking about it, but it's true. Hold-on let's just do a quick re-cap of the "gone but still famous" hair that sat on top of my head.

Freshman Year: This is where is all started. A couple weeks without going to get a hair cut turned into something not even Aqua-Net could handle. I decided that with the help of a couple of scoops (well to be honest a couple of handfuls) of gel I would put my fingers to work on a wave that started from the back of my dome and ended in a quite un-even hairline that splashed on my forehead.

Sophomore Year: In search of something more exciting I arrive on my first day of school with a look that could beat even the best 'N Sync wannabes at the time. I was a new man on a mission to bring back the infamous look that combines both an artwork of fingers and the really rich feel of the best hair products the 4 U Discount Store can stock. That's right people, my wave was reborn into a "Jerry-Curl". And to top it all off a couple of homemade Highlights. Cheap Gel and a Cheap Dye-Job come together to make an even Cheaper Look!

Junior Year: After saying goodbye to my second year of High School I came up with the idea of spending the summer growing out the sides of my head to create a style that still haunts me to this day. By August of 2002 I had taken a step up on the Ladder of Lameness and ended up with an afro. Becoming the pride of my vacation, I had returned to my education with a complete helmet of curls. I've could have played football at the super-bowl that year without any worry of head injuries. And just to think that the amount of hair gel only increased with each style makes my fingers itch with discomfort. A morning welcomed with an empty gel container was my worst nightmare.

Senior Year: It was as if someone had slapped me with reality during summer 2003 when I finally brought all my strength and courage together and decided that life could be a lot easier without what I thought were my KILLA CURLS. Even though I knew that there was a lot of benefit with short hair, what really made my decision was the fact that it got so bad that I actually began to use hair wax. I think I use so much of it that at one point I was scared to even be at least five feet from an open flame. With just a simple light of a match and I could have been a walking candle. The fact that I was a danger not only to myself but to my close love ones gave me the strength to check myself into a rehab, or as others may know it my Titi's (Aunt's) basement (that's where hair is cut and magic happens). I entered my last year of High School being able to actually feel air on my scalp.

And now I'm only left with funny but truthful memories of what use to be. If there is one thing that I could say stayed the same about my hair it would have to be that I always wore it with my head up high. I mean I look back on a lot of my pictures and think "What the fuck were you thinking!" but at the time I was being myself and to this very day I still feel the same about the person I am. Who knows? Probably in a couple of months I'll be slapping myself for even thinking about putting on what I'm wearing right now, but for the moment I feel great knowing that I'm my own person with a style affected only by me, not inspired by anyone else, and no one can take that away for me.


Well, as I stated I finished my years of high school and I could'nt have felt better about my life at the moment. The boy who thought would leave graduation only with my Diploma (which to say was worth all those years of studying when I was welcomed by my mother crying tears of pride)left that night with two awards(one for visual arts and the other for creative writing) and a heart full of some of the best memories anyone could ask for. For one of the first times in my life I felt both the love of effort and struggle, to the pain of farewell. I can honestly look back and smile at everything. I don't care which school falls at number one in Philadelphia, I don't care which school has the best scores in standard test, no school can beet the pride and happiness the students of Nueva Esperanza Academy gave off that night. Although it was only a little over 50 of us, we all shared a bound that I wish in life I never lose. We were the first and we were the best we could be, and that to me has more value then any other stupid reputation another high school holds.

Now college lays itself in front of me and to tell you the truth I'm nervous but excited (well.. a little more nervous) at the same time. For those who don't happen to know I will be attending the University of the Arts this fall and my fingers and mind can't wait. I've heard so many people tell me that college years are the best years in your life, but I can only pray that this is true. I have bought all my art supplies and I have already registered my classes. I don't think I will be living on campus but at least I don't have to worry about paying anything back since I received a lot of help for grants and stuff (thank you God.) This is the first time in a while that I feel as if everything is going to be okay. I mean I know that there a lot more to college than parties and late nights but I hope I get the chance to experience everything the regular university student does. If I could get a nickel for each time I have had people tell me I don't "look" like a art student I could kill myself with them. They say I look more like a pre-med or biology major but I tell them that I'm just the type of person that knows what they wants, even if I don't happen to look like the poster boy.

Work.....if there were enough words in the english language to describe it all. I have been working NON-STOP for the last two weeks and I think if I see another Rx I will shit on myself.Heres a couple of words that will describe my employment.

*Old People Smell
*Desperate Screams from Drugies with Fake Rx's
*A "Stuff" mag and roll of towelet paper sit together on a carboard box in the men's room
*Indian People Smell (not all, but many of the ones who walk into my Pharmacy)
*Guy writes his own Rx for Viagra
*Lady smacks daughter while I'm ringing her up (I could have shitted on myself from trying not to laugh)
*Guy that comes in for Levitra (other brand of Viagra) describes the feeling when getting a blowjob by two girls at the same time to my Pharmacist (Keep in mind this man is over 60)

If there is one thing I can say about Rite-Aid Pharmacy it would have to be the fact that at least I'm able to treat myself at the end of the week. It's weird because when you don't have a job you have all the time in the world to do stuff but never have any money, and when you do you have the money but never any time. It's like you never win.

Last sunday the silence of my phone was broken when Carmelia called me up because it's been a while since we had hung out and I honestly didn't want to go any where. I felt sick and with work on my back my bed was my best friend, but after talking with her I realized that what was making me sick was right in front of me. That whole week I had been stuck in both my house and the pharmacy and just to look up at the white walls of my living room made me want to fall deeper into my pile of blankets, so the only thing that could change all this would be to get my ass out of there. So the next thing I know I'm on the subway on my way to meet up with Mil at Love Park. This is the same route that I will have to take when I start school in the fall so what better time to get use to it. At first I didn't want to ride alone but after the first stop I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I even forgot that I was on a septa train. The noise from the sudway tracks quickly turned itself into some type of melody and I was lost in it. It was the first time in weeks that I had time just to think. It felt so good to be alone, to have a moment to focus on myself and nobody else. I was the only person on that train that night. When I got to Love Park Mil still was on her way so I found myself a branch close to the fountain. I sat there, the sun was on it's way to farewell and I could feel the light wind hit the tips of my eye lids, it was then and there that I had opened myself up to independency. The walls that I had been building for years had finally crumbled down and revieved a new chapter. Siting there for about twenty minutes, I finally came about when Mils face reminded me of what I was here for. A night of just walking the city, talking about whatever is on your mind, and eating junk can really bring me back to earth. Just to be albe to look up at the cityline at night brings out every inch of that urban soul in me. It was almost eleven when we decided to start heading back. Welcomed this time by a train car filled to the tip with people, once again I was the only person there. It was only when I got back home that I realized that I didn't think twice about getting back on the train by myself. When I said goodbye to Carmelia at my stop what I really wanted to say was thank you for just sharing that night with me.
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Prom Night Isn't Over... [30 May 2004|10:37pm]
It's feels more than good to know that in less than a month my ass will be saying GOODBYE to my days of high school and opening the doors of my life. Yes... I will be living for myself and learning more of the life lessons that have made me into the man that stands, well sits in front of you. It's pretty hard for me to imagine myself, Jason, an independent man of the world. To tell you the truth I don't even consider myself a man, well I'm not a boy, and I'm sure as hell not a women (I have been told if I was I would play with my breast all day), but I still feel pretty new to independence. Not to say that I always act like a child, but I think there will be a day where I could take a glimpse into a mirror and know that there is a change, I mean there much more to becoming a man then just getting hair on your nuts.

While others speak of their proms as a day better left forgotten, I could say that I had more than just a good time. Just to see some of my closest friends come together and have fun was probably the highlight of my night. Even though we all know that an end is near, I think we also remember that it's for the better. With tons of camera flashes and dancing, even a touch of drama, I will never forget my prom. Speaking of prom, I was invited to Carmelia's (one of my best friend) Senior Dance. Yupp, I will be attending the Prom of Central High School's senior class. But I think this time it will be a little different, for one I don't think I will be taking as many pictures (that means more time for the dance floor), and I won't be sitting in a room filled of great people. Even if I'm welcomed by students that think there shit doesn't stink (not to say that all Central kids are like that, but I have been to a couple of their dances), I'm more than grateful to know that I will be there with my best friend, that alone makes me look forward to Thursday. If anything I just pray that the food is better.
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[17 Apr 2004|09:00pm]
"Sometimes if you just forget about your surroundings, you can be fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of that little person by the name of YOU who still remains untouched by the world." - Me
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Red Leather Pants Make Me Itchy... [29 Mar 2004|04:48pm]
Well, I went to South Street after school with Erica today in looks of finding my prom hat, but it seems like it's going to be mission. We checked inside this hat store and I asked the woman working their if she could help me find my dream hat. All I got in return was all these hat terms thrown at me. I explained to her that I was looking for a white bucket hat like the one Alicia Keys wears in her "Girlfriend", and she started to recall her whole outfit and how she knows what the hat looked like because she remembers the pants (WTF!!!). I understand that it's not that easy to find something white, but what the fuck does her pants have to do with her anything. Then she declared with much pride that she owns a pair of red leather pants just like her. After that I decided that I was going to look at the rest of the hats and after looking around with Erica for a minute I guess she felt like she didn't get her point across and decided to came back to remind us that she had brought a pair of red pair of pants JUST LIKE ALICIA (LOL!!!) Shit if worst comes to worst I guess the family will be going on another vacation to a great resort by the name of Berlin. School was funny. Denise and I had to present our book (aka long ass english paper) to the class and I had to read in front of everyone. Now if you have ever heard me read it front of an audience you know what I'm talking about. It's like watching that one fat person on the Septa bus holding on to that pole for dear life, you never know where I'm going to end up. It's funny because I read great when ever I read to myself, I guess it has something to do with the paper.

the hat
If anyone knows where I can find this hat in White I will thank you with one hell of a dry-hump...
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[15 Feb 2004|10:34pm]
ok my journal is acting really gay...
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Fa Dolla For 10 Pieces of Chicken... [15 Feb 2004|08:46pm]
Hey, Hey , Hey, I know it's been a while since the last time I wrote in this thing but between work and school I really have no time.

Today my brother and I went to my titi's house to get hair-cuts. I don't know if it's just me but I feel so much better afterward. I feel as if I can breathe better. Damn a lot of shit has happened since the last time I wrote in here. Well, since there have been so much I'll just put some of the best times in a short list...

ahhh fuck it I don't have the time for that shit, lol. I'm too damn tired. Honestly I haven't been able to get a full night of sleep in the longest. Today my friend Carmelia decided that she was going to call me at 10:40am in the morning. Now I know that if your reading this your probably saying to yourself "that's pretty late to me", but if you know me you also know that I'm late for everything. People think it's just because I'm lazy, but it's been like that from the beginning. I'm telling you, the due date for my birth was Dec. 3 and my ass came into the world Dec.23. Yup, my ass didn't want to come out till I said so. But I really hope that I will at least get 8 hours of sleep tonight.

Ohhhhhh, yesterday was the best. Even though I had to work on Valentine's Day it was all worth it with our late night visit to KFC. I worked all day on an empty stomach so by the time I clocked out the only thing on my mind was food. Before my brother in law dropped my mother and I off at home I asked him to take me to KFC. My tongue was watering with just the thought of the #7 combo (my favorite.) So we pull up to the drive thru and this was the conversation (It was so good that I memorized it):

Drive-Thru Menu: "Welcome to KFC, what combo would you like to try? (recording)
Me: "What the fuck does that recording have to do with anything?"
Brother In Law: "I don't know but these motherfuckers better hurry up."
Drive-Thru Guy: "Can I take your order?"
Me: "Yes can I get the #7 with a Pepsi."
Drive-Thru Guy: "What was that?"
Me: (a little louder) "Can I get the #7 with a Pepsi."
Drive-Thru Guy: "What?"
Me: "A #7 WITH A PEPSI!"
Drive-Thru Guy: "OH, Okay. Will that be allll..... oh wait we don't have that."
Me: "What!?"
Drive-Thru Guy: "All we have is chicken."
Brother In Law: (whispers) "No, all you have is burgers"
Drive-Thru Guy: "I mean all we have is pieces of whole chicken. We don't have any chicken strips."
Mom: (all the way from the back seat) "QUE!!!"
Me: (whispers) " What the fuck?" (and then shouts )"Well just let me get a #1."
Drive-Thru Guy: (breaks into ghetto voice) "Well I can hook you up wit 10 pieces of chicken for FA DOLLA." (not 5 dollars, not $4.99, but FA DOLLA.)
Me: "If you really wanted to hook me up you would give it to me for $3!)
Drive-Thru Guy: "Naw, I can't do that dog."

Then I thought to myself "Why the fuck am I trying to make a deal with this guy!"

Me: "Look, all I want is a #1 with a pepsi!"
Drive-Thru Guy: "#1 with a what...?"
Mom: (again from the back) "PECKSI! PECKSI!!!!! QUE PASA CON TEGO NO..." goes on to talk trash in spanish.
Drive-Thru Guy: "So that will be a #1 with a pepsi."
Me and my Bro In Law: "Yes!"
Mom: (2 seconds late) "Si!"
Drive-Thru Guy: "Alright."

Right at that moment I noticed a sign that stated if I wasn't asked to plus size my combo for $.89 I would receive a free side order. So me being the motherfucker that I am the next thing I said was:

Me: "What's my total?"
Drive-Thru Guy: "$4.49."
Me: "Alright, and I want my free side to be Mac and Cheese."
Drive-Thru Guy: "What?"
Me: "You never asked me if I wanted to Plus size my combo so I get a free side."
Drive-Thru Guy: (laughs then states) "But the transaction isn't over."
Me: "I asked you for my total and you gave it to me, meaning the transaction is over."
Drive-Thru Guy: "No, the transaction is over when you give me the money."
Me:(the best come back in the history of my life, and the funniest thing was that I didn't even think about saying it) "What!!!! The transaction is OVER when I say it's OVER!!!!!"


And you better believe that I had me that mac and cheese that night, and it tasted better than ever.

Sometimes I think my life is just too funny!
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