tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250894592024-03-13T06:21:47.666-04:00My Life of Crippling BoredomA collection of random thoughts, actions, and events that briefly make me forget about how incredibly bored I am.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-21013160256842055172007-07-05T22:39:00.000-04:002007-07-05T22:50:32.721-04:00inside my heada few random thoughts today:<br /><br />there are a lot of stray cats around the campus at my college, they're called the "Pratt Cats" and I've been here 3 years and have yet so see any Pratt Kitties. What the hell? I know that when you have like 20 stray cats stickin around the same area you should definitely have a yearly batch of kittens running around. Maybe all the chemicals that the art students use have created a breed of sterile super cats.<br /><br />Sometimes I'll be wandering around the most decrepit parts of the school and when I walk into the bathroom its like I've gone through a portal into a completely different world. There are shiny marble counters, clean tiles on the walls and floors, spotless stainless steel stalls. I've found out where my tuition goes.<br /><br />Coincidently the absolutely best bathroom on campus is hidden away in a corner under a flight of stairs.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-29513652521435159742007-06-30T21:43:00.000-04:002007-06-30T21:48:59.345-04:00So after sleeping in for a very reasonable amount of time. (though I was very upset with a boring but disturbing dream) I woke up this fine Saturday wanting to get off my lazy ass and do something. As luck would have it my friend Niki suggested that we do this "kayaking on the hudson" thing that she saw. Well, I love kayaking, so I was game.<br /><br />We embarked on our voyage to the upper west side and found our way to the dock that was doing the kayaking. After signing our lives away and putting our valuables in a locker we got out on the water. It was a blast, even though we had to avoid this old curmudgeon who told me to "quit messin around" cuz i was "making trouble for everyone." whatever. old foggy just doesn't know how to have a good time. Anyways we paddled around the little area they gave us for about 40 minutes until we paddled back in, and smelling like the hudson river we started walking down along the river.<br /><br />After about 30 minutes we came upon another little spot that was doing the same kayaking program and the 40 minutes before was hardly enough to quench my kayaking hunger so we singed the papers, stowed our gear, and hopped out on the water again. This little area had some nice waves that near the end I was able to ride towards the pier rather well and they gave me some nice speed.<br /><br />Anyways the moral of this story is that I finally got out and did something in the city.<br /><br />Also I took this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r74/icedender/P1010075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r74/icedender/P1010075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />5'x3' of pure transformers goodness.<br /><br />so today was an awesome day.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-74199664571797832762007-05-10T00:02:00.000-04:002007-06-17T16:45:52.449-04:00Super Powers<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>I've decided that my ability to find, date, and fall for crazy chicks has gone beyond just being a coincidence. Its officially my superpower. Call me Captain Crazy Magnet. seriously, its like a 7th sense, my 6th one is smision.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-33415812119734251112007-04-26T02:15:00.000-04:002007-04-26T02:18:56.742-04:00Happy Birthday Mom!!!Love ya and wish i could've sent ya something but you know, I'm destitute.<br /><br />so here ya go.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" ><hr /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/khappybirthday0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/khappybirthday0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-57043269676150699272007-04-13T01:29:00.000-04:002007-04-13T01:32:37.631-04:00FactEating the same thing for more than two days will, I guarantee, give you the shits.<br /><br />I have tested this and proven it to be true.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-22221991750772813172007-04-03T14:26:00.000-04:002007-04-03T14:30:20.400-04:00Domestic ViolenceFor some reason today I decided I'd kill some time by reading some news articles. I know news? not really my cup-o-tea, but I figured what the hell. Anyways I came across this story<br /><br /><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/cnn_shooting">http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/cnn_shooting</a><br /><br />and it made me laugh. I mean really people. Why are you bringing a gun with you in the first place and then what kind of argument are you getting into that makes you want to shoot the other person? I don't get it but it was hella funny to me. I think that makes me insensitive but this isn't anything new. heheJake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-79730902241403240472007-04-02T21:26:00.000-04:002007-04-02T21:32:52.634-04:00Phone sexToday I had a pretty tight schedule between sleeping in late, going to class, doing work, helping Jess with her homework, and design work there was hardly any time to have some good sex. So we had to multi-task, and by multi-task I mean I had to take calls while we were in the middle of some sweet sweet lovin. Normally I would ignore calls but these were important and I had to take them. At first I expected Jess to hop off while I took the call, but in the interest of keeping the mood going she just humped her way straight through the call, and the call after that. In her defense she didn't know about the second call. I wonder if the people I called knew what was going on. Lord I hope so.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-35695280800852579342007-04-02T03:05:00.000-04:002007-04-02T03:08:11.284-04:00Change in scenerySo looking back on my entries here I noticed that a number of them don't fall under the premise of what I started this blog for. so from now on I think I'm gunna write my funny stories here, and my sad depressing rants on my livejournal account. So only funny and or mildly amusing stuff will be posted here from now on.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-852327525469489502007-03-29T01:11:00.000-04:002008-12-08T20:41:31.873-05:00Is this how it was? Its been awhile so I can't recall, but is it always just a continuing series of games? What are we testing hmmm??? You got me but I kinda don't like the path its goin down. Cuz I've walked it before.<br /><br />Also. New tattoos!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gDWJOkLXhs/RgtLY0jJT1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yPSethgaxBo/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gDWJOkLXhs/RgtLY0jJT1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yPSethgaxBo/s320/P1010009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047210697193770834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Stars on the elbow is something I saw like forever ago and have been wanting to do. Took forever to find a tattooist that wasn't a fucking little bitch about it telling me "oh its a really hard area to get to stay" or "its gunna be really painful" yeah I knew that but my friend had this awesome guy who was just like "shit yeah I'll do that, and come back for some free touch ups"<br />Love it!Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-60197985855573915912007-03-21T16:09:00.000-04:002007-03-21T16:14:28.361-04:00We Don't Need No WaterMy friends forced me to go see the nurse today due to the fact that a large burn that I got on Sunday night, which was doing fine Monday and Tuesday, took a wicked right turn into badsville this morning and appears to be severely infected. So I go see the nurse and she confirms the suspicions. Infection, and prescribed me some antibiotics to take for 10 days. She also gave me a wicked huge ace wrap so now it looks like I had major surgery on my arm or something.<br /><br />But the burn story aside, tonight is Whitney's senior show and our first tennis match of the season. Also a bunch of Whitney's friends are in town so I think there will be a party tonight. If so I'm saying fuck school and livin it up.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-22962723066109027552007-03-17T23:54:00.000-04:002007-03-17T23:58:17.947-04:00Some Saints DaySo what did I dude this St. Patrick's Day? I drank. I don't know how much Irish I have in me, but I'm certain that all of it is concentrated in my liver. So I drank cuz thats how you celebrate st. patty's day. Also I went and saw the 300 on Imax. Fucking incredible. I'm mean seriously. It was amazing, so amazing in fact that I feel like going to see it again. This time I think I'll take Jess. Expecting her to get in tomorrow around 4 which might be close to the time that I wake up tomorrow. But as enjoyable as having Jess back will be I think it'll be dampened by the fact that yet another spring break has come and gone. But at least I did something with this break instead of crawl into my hermit hole and drink myself retarded. I still drank. But not alone. And that makes me a happy Panda.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-36823073059178380952007-03-14T14:06:00.000-04:002007-03-14T14:33:43.239-04:00Touch meI don't know if its the feeling of spring thats in the air or something in the water cooler today but for some reason in the 2 hours that i've been working here I have been touched 3 seperate times. I'm not complaining its just something that struck me as odd. Cuz for as cramped as the office is that I work in, everyone is pretty cautious when it comes to personal space. Come to think of it this is the first time that I can remember being physically touched by the ladies I work with. Isn't that odd. I've been working here for like 7 months and this is the first moment I can recall having physical contact with some of the people I work with. curious. Anyways. I came in for a half day of work today because I didn't feel like getting up at 8:30 this morning. Which is rediculous cuz I think I was up anyways getting a drink for the dry mouth I had from drinkin a six pack last night. good stuff.<br /><br />Tonight I believe I'm goin into the city with Whitney to check out a bitchin japanese book store and so she can buy this wicked pair of boots she's had her eyes on. I don't think I'll drink tonight cuz I want to get in a full day of work tomorrow. But I believe St. Paddys day is coming up so I'll be soused for that. I'm thinkin of drinkin all day, cuz its always fun.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-5545863205509207982007-03-13T12:28:00.000-04:002007-03-13T12:38:50.002-04:00Holding PatternsHere's what i'm doing today.<br /><br />Right now - working. and by working I mean i'm doing everything except work. well thats not true, I'm doing a little work. But mostly I'm wasting a large portion of my time on the internets. What am I doing on the internet. Nothing special, message boards, myspace, facebook, jess's livejournal, this. Its all gravy.<br /><br />Later - probably wasting more time. I think after lunch I'll play are large amount of solitaire on the computer. Not really feelin lucky so I probably wont win any games.<br /><br />Even Later - tennis, during my god damned break. I think its just gunna be me and one other guy though so coach makes us do the whole workout i'm gunna be super pissed.<br /><br />Latest Tonight - watching tv, and NOT masturbating. My hand is in a constant holding pattern over my pants though just waiting for the moment to strike. but I won't let it. The reward sounds too good. I am worried however that something might happen when I sleep, the subconcious can be pretty powerful sometimes.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-81914991695410274962007-03-08T00:53:00.000-05:002007-03-08T01:07:01.639-05:002 weeksSpring break coming up, and just like every year before this one I'm doing nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well something. I'm gunna work. woooo! But the money will be good cuz right now I'm fairly certain I'm hella overdrawn on my bank acount and thats not good.<br /><br />I was sitting in bed earlier trying to think of things I could do over the break. I need to keep my mind occupied so I don't end up abusing myself. Jess doesn't think I can go the whole week. I'm sure I can as long as I keep busy. And I was promised a good prize if I make it, so I got that incentive working for me. I think I'll finish my painting that I've been working on for about 5 months.<br /><br />Thats about it. Excited about the 300 might go see in over the break.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-78199356005214955312007-02-26T11:36:00.000-05:002007-02-26T11:48:26.270-05:00new news news newIts been awhile since I've updated this sucker. I wouldn't say a lot happened. But stuff has happened. Mostly good stuff. I'll get the bad stuff out of the way first. I seriously am the worst person at keeping track of how much money I have in my checking account. three times now I've gone to get some money and overdrawn my account. Sucks balls. Alright the good stuff. As a friend put it I met a girl "through the power of myspace bulletins" I had met jess once before I think when she came to a random party at my apartment at the beginning of last semester. Pretty sure we talked a little cuz i remembered her saying a lot about working at home depot. Yeah well anyways 4 months later she sends me a little message responding to one of the many bulletins I do out of boredom on myspace and I was like "hey home depot girl" so I answer back propositioning that we should hang out and thats all she wrote. Went and saw the Reno 911 movie yesterday and it was tits.<br /><br />Phew! I just got an email from my tennis coach that said there was practice today and i was like Oh dear god i don't wanna practice cuz i thought we didn't have it today. But luckily I just got another email correcting his mistake and there is no practice tonight! I WIN!!!<br /><br />It should of been a snowday today...Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-10038024638510718602007-02-06T15:52:00.000-05:002007-02-06T16:02:22.035-05:00TulipsSome words are just terrible all by themselves. For example: Cyst. There's nothing good going on there the C and the Y are like polar opposites locked in an epic battle of phonetic destruction. And then that st on the end is really bringin it down. Theres also the actual meaning of the word that just destroys all hope. Like herpes. Maybe before it was a case of burning sores on your genitals, herpes was a happy word.<br /><br />I bet a lot of people look at the word tumor and think of it as an unpleasant word but I don't because when I was little my grandpa had gotten a tumor in his brain, but since I couldn't remember the word tumor I would always say tulip. like asking why grandpa had a tulip in his brain. So now when I see or hear tumor I still think tulip.<br /><br />yeah well, I thought it was funny.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-42696379822402642412007-02-06T01:25:00.000-05:002007-02-06T01:43:30.248-05:00Every panda that won't screw to save its speciesI want to destroy something beautiful.<br /><br />Right now I am just so done with people I'm afraid I might do something very irrational. It takes me a good 10 minutes each morning to center myself and get ready to deal with a bunch of people that I just want to fucking end.<br /><br />I'm done with people complaining about stupid shit<br /><br />I'm done with people acting like ridiculous r-tards<br /><br />I'm done with people that refuse to think about others<br /><br />I'm done with people overreacting<br /><br />I'm done with people taking everything too seriously<br /><br />I'm done caring<br /><br />I'm just fucking done.<br /><br />I need something more than this to vent though. I can just hear myself screaming as loud as I can in my head. I want to punch something. hard. I wanna put all my frustration and anger in one fist and destroy something.<br /><br />and now I'm done posting.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-75714226896342759102007-01-16T12:53:00.000-05:002007-01-16T13:01:05.594-05:00Semester molesterI've just begun my 6th semster in school, which, barring any further changes to my major marks the second half of what will be my college experience. So how was the first half you ask? Well I give it about a 6 outta 10. On the plus side I got out of a crappy small town, got away from the parentals, and just got out more than I did back in the day. I constantly feel that had I gone to a state school that certain aspects of my college experience would've been better ei. I would've gotten more ass. But thats the price I pay for my college choice. I'm not saying there haven't been golden opportunities that I've completely fucked up 5 ways to the weekend. I'm just saying that maybe with a bigger student body and a smaller percentage of wack jobs, those opportunities might have come along more often so that I wouldn't fuck them all up. But what can ya do. This second half of college has me pretty stoked though. opportunities are on the horizon and all JP Morgan has to do is seize the day. So I'm gunna get off this computer and start seizing.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-39331843311837122902006-12-12T13:49:00.001-05:002006-12-12T14:43:04.139-05:00listen up you young whippersnapperLast weekend marked the second annual holiday cocktail party that my roommates and I decide to put on every year and it was a killer party. Losta good things happend that night and it was full of holiday cheer. First of I got uber plastered much like many of the other guests. It wasn't till the next morning that I comprehended just how much I had drank. In the end it was the sweet delicious amaretto that did me in. Its just sooooo good. Anyways on to the good stuff. The first rediculous thing that happened that night was for some reason all my female friends decided to hang out in my room and watch all the porn that was on my computer. In the end they said that I needed some better porn.<br /><br />The next rediculous thing was strait out of the book "rediculous crap that always happens to Jake." As the night went on I found myself chillin with one of my fine lady friends. An in quite an unjakelike turn of events we ended up in my room enjoying each others company. And just as the getting was good BOOM! people are knocking on my door and just comin in to get their coats. Game over Jake. Thats all she wrote, theres no way I could rebound from that. The funny thing is that there was this little voice in my head that was telling me the whole time to just hold up, throw the coats out in the hallway, and lock the door. Just a little "lock the door Jake, someone's gunna come in so lock that fucking door." But did I listen. no. and look where it got me. well life goes on and I learn from my mistakes.<br /><br />Luckily that wasn't the most embarrassing thing that happened that night. at the same time i was getting rudely interrupted my roommate was trying to get with this other peach. I had introduced the two cuz my roommate has a thing for her and she was just looking for some lovin. So I threw my roommate a bone. hehehe. And he was doin a good job to right up to the moment that he projectile vomited on her arm. HAHAHAHA!!!! how does that happen? Anyways she came running out clearly grossed out of her mind. and proceeded to leave the party as fast as she could. Poor guy. I hope he can find an "I'm sorry I puked on you" card.<br /><br />All in all a holiday party that will be remembered for a long time. I can just see myself as and old geezer sitting on my rocking chair and some young whippersnapper walks by and I'll be like "Did I ever tell you about the time my roommate threw up on the girl he liked and I learned to never use my room to store the coats?" and he'll say no and sit down cuz the tagline is so interesting and I'll regal him with my wonderful story. yay! good times good times.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-15990031442797911882006-12-03T02:54:00.000-05:002006-12-03T03:04:27.290-05:00The EndSo with the semester's end nigh upon me I've been looking back at those goals I made for myself at the beginning. And if I'm lucky I'll have done one of them. And it isn't the girlfriend one. Not for a lack of trying though. I think I'm in the wrong environment to find one though. Its like I'm hunting for polar bears in south africa. Lets do the math. I believe my school student body is like 60% female, now thats a good number. But lets add in all the factors that are working against me.<br /><br />one: some of those chicks already have skeezy boyfriends. that reduces it to like 40%.<br /><br />two: I go to an art school so a lot of the chicks are just incredibly fucking weird. like mohawk weird. so i'm at like 30% now<br /><br />three: some of the chicks are just fucking ugos or bahemoths. 20%<br /><br />four: I'm too picky for my own good. 10%<br /><br />five: lesbians. 5%<br /><br />so there you have it. 5%!!!! that's all i've got to work with here. and a good portion of that five percent are just newly single or newly on the market so i get shafted by the whole "they've been hurt before and don't wanna rush anything". fuck me. also you chicks out there are fucking nuts and don't know a good thing when I walk by. thats a fact. deal with it. sex me up.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-1163966585070388472006-11-19T14:57:00.001-05:002006-11-19T15:03:05.090-05:00DisenchantedFollowing a weekend of heavy heavy drinking I'm feeling very disenchanted towards the world right now. I don't know if thats because my liver's 2 pounds heavier or just cuz I seem to be hitting a down slope on the Jake Roller Coaster of Doom . I think I'm gunna hermit it up so I don't have to deal with all the people that just seem to be pissing me off. The good thing about being a hermit is that its all about Jake. I don't give a shit what other people think or want me to do. But the downside is it doesn't really solve any problems, just sorta makes me out to be an outcast. But I think lately I've been going to far outta my way for other people. Not anymore Hans Brix.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-1162891687913758362006-11-07T04:13:00.000-05:002006-11-07T04:28:08.026-05:00a blog about my blogSo I started this thing a while back now I guess. At first I just wanted it to be a way that I could turn my boring mundane life into something that I could read back on and bust a gut about. A healthy way to remember yourself if I do say so myself.<br /><br />I just had a random thought. Who the fuck decided that the word "blog" was a good label to put on an internet journal of sorts. What does that even mean. fucking blog. Reminds me of the first sound that comes out when you vomit. Not the dry heave but when theres some actual chunkness coming up. Yeah I know! that's totally what you say. "BLOOOOOGGGG" gross.<br /><br />Back to my original thought. I feel this is good therapy for me. Its cheap and so that means its good for me. Cuz if I wasn't able to try and look back and find humor in some of god's not so kind acts towards me. I'd be a sad lonely piece of filth right abouts now. Well maybe not, but I wouldn't have documented proof of my brilliant 5 stages analogy. That one's going on my resume. Hans brixJake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-1161810424922899032006-10-25T17:01:00.000-04:002006-10-26T13:15:34.316-04:00Not in SeasonI don't understand a lot of things in this world. But right now I mostly don't understand my keen sense of becoming interesting in chicks who's last thought in the world is on a relationship or even the possibilities of a relationship. Cuz right now Jake's swingin' away with a .000 batting average. I'm very tired right now so I think I'll extend this metaphor. I see these perfect pitches coming my way and I'm thinkin to myself "There's no way in hell i'm gunna miss this one" but then that fucking changeup comes and what was once a juicy looking fast ball heading right for the sweet spot of my proverbial bat has turned into a slider moving high and outside. So over and over again its a swing and a miss. Thank god I've made it to stage 5.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-1159762086339376022006-10-01T23:12:00.000-04:002006-10-07T17:18:50.076-04:005 stagesso after being single for a long long time, I've looked back on the plethora of time I've had to myself and notice that dealing with being single is a lot like dealing with death and that there are 5 stages people go through.<br /><br />Stage 1: Denial<br /><br /> The very beginning of singledom, everyone knows that you and your significant other are finished except you. The obvious signs are there and you choose to ignore them "We're just going through a rough patch and needed some time apart" you rationalize to yourself. The words finished, single, over, and move on aren't in your vocabulary, you still call and leave like 20 minute long messages describing your day.<br /><br />Stage 2: Anger<br /><br /> Possibly the most destructive of your 5 stages, anger can manifest itself in many ways. Most common is destruction and vandalism of the dumper's property by the dumpee. Flaming dog feces on the aformentioned's porch, laying cable on the hood of someone's car, both examples that you are in stage 2. Nights out with the guys/girls are probably riddled with phrases like "that scag-bag took the best 2 months of my life" or "I hope she/he gets the clap and dies." Its necessary that you express your anger as its a sign of progressing through the 5 stages but its best if it is expressed in a healthy and legal manner<br /><br />Stage 3: Bargaining<br /><br /> In this stage you're in your most desperate condition. You'll give anything just to be in a relationship again. And I mean anything, your standards are just this side of creepy and your willing to put up with a lot of crap just to get your rocks off. You think every girl that gives you a momentary glance is totally into what your selling and your willing to give up anything, everything, and a little on the side to not be single again. Good friends are your best ally in this stage as they will stopping you from bargaining yourself into a relationship with a beast that likes to give people third degree burns for foreplay.<br /><br />Stage 4: Depression<br /><br /> Ok you've been single for a long time now. You made it without being arrested in the second stage and didn't get hepatitis from a transvestite that you thought was just a tomboyish girl with an acceptable amount of facial hair. But now your depressed and what do you do when your depressed? You drink...a lot. Depending on how long you've taken to go through the first three stages your depression could be a lengthy journey or could be as long as it took you to pack that bowl. You might cry and use your tears as lubrication while you masturbate yourself into a coma. I don't judge. We all deal with depression in our own way.<br /><br />Stage 5: Acceptance<br /><br /> You made it, You've been single for so long that you no longer care. Single, not single, these states of being mean nothing to you. You don't care if your still single tomorrow or next year. Now you run the show. Your not going to settle like the old you back in stage 3. If your gunna get in it for the long haul with someone it'll be on your terms. Congratulations, you're your own man or woman again.<br /><br />There they are, your five stages. I'd like to thank all those women that turned me down, without you I would never have looked back and made these wonderful observations.Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25089459.post-1158740376549888092006-09-20T04:12:00.000-04:002006-09-20T04:19:36.560-04:00boredom is the catalyst of creationso I've been sitting around these past couple of nights with nothing to do since my homework is realitively light, well at least its lighter than what it was in architecture, (ID is a peach) anyways I've been fidling around in 3d Max and made this creation<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/2615/1600/bike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7191/2615/320/bike.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Just a little bike that I'll be using in the first animated adventure of Samuri Smiley.<br /><br />Yesterday I was a total retard and missed my design class because I slept in. It was so stupid cuz I had totally done all the work and more and was excited to present and everything, but no, my lazy ass has to sleep in till 11:30 after deciding at 8:00 that "another 30 minutes will be ok" so now I've got to find my professors email and send a letter of apology. Fuck my ass I don't want to be doing stupid things like this again this semester.<br /><br />still working on one or all of those goals from earlier...Jake Packerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05269347307104663210noreply@blogger.com0