A Day in the Life of Jason

~WARNING~
I don't hold back. This is who I am. I am not G-Rated.
Seriously, don't keep reading if you want to keep your Image of me as a wonderful boy in your mind.


I woke up to the cat kneading his untrimmed claws on my thigh. I shoved him off the bed. I rolled over and grabbed my iPod to check the time. I was 9:45. Roughly 30 seconds later Trigger (cat) jumped back on the bed and walked straight up to my face to sniff me. I scratched his neck for roughly 0.3 seconds then shoved him away again. I then burried my face in my down pillow (IKEA) and wished I could easily fall back asleep. Trigger then made his way to the area between my legs and curled up in that awkward way cats do. There he lay satisfied for about 2 minutes. Then he got back up. And crawled onto my body. He slowly edged his way towards me until he was up on the back of my neck.
This is where we have the first word of the day. In a deep manly growl I groaned the work "fuck" in a slow drawn out moan. At the same time I quickly rolled over so that Trigger had to jump free of myself and the bed, lest he be squished like a cat under a fat man.

Trigger ran from the room towards his food dish as I grabbed my glasses and iPod and made my way to the bathroom for my morning dump.
After finishing my business and catching up on the news (Twitter and Facebook mostly) I finally went out and fed the cat. For 5 whole minutes he was quite and I was his God.

At this time I turned on my amazing 40" TV, and turned on my girlfriends PS3 which I borrowed because I have a beautiful 40" LCD TV...and she does not. For a split second I battled myself by deciding what movie to watch. Then I lost the battle and started watching an episode of Cheers on Netflix, because Cheers is hardcore, and sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name...okay!?!

at about 10:30 there was a knock on the door and a call to my phone at the same time. It was then I remembered that I promised the upstairs white-trash tenants that they could do laundry this morning. So I unlocked the door and they did that. Guh.

For breakfast I decided to eat some of my roommates bacon...cause that's how we roll. So I cooked bacon. It was kind of like heaven in a frying pan. I then decided I wanted toast with my bacon, but instead of being smart and toasting some bread in the toaster, I put it in the bacon grease coverd pan to toast them that way. Now, I have done this before...but never to the extent of his morning. There was so much grease that two pieces of bread soaked up all that it could, and there was still a lot left over.
Then I ate it. The bacon was wonderful, the first piece of toast...well it was fine, the second.....well I think I died a little, and my throat because thoroughly coated in grease. Naturally I washed it down with a can of Mt. dew And a cup of Chocolate Milk. It was a scary breakfast.

Then I texted my girlfriend naughty things while she was on her lunch break at work. Because of this I started thinking about her naked body, which is awesome btw.

Then my roommate got up and there was more Cheers.

Then around 12:30 the roommate left for work.
At this point I got out my laptop, the browser popped up and then there was DeviantArt, it seems that last night I had fallen asleep browsing DeviantArt, I had a search up for "mermaids" because mermaids are freaking cool and i've been looking for inspiration or some shit like that. Now, DeviantArt is a place where anyone can post anything....so yeah a lot of nudity, which I think is fine. Because let's face it. I'm a guy and breasts are attractive. So as I resumed my browsing of topless mermaids (don't judge, there are worse fantasies), I started thinking about sex again and promplty started imagining all the dirty things I could do to my girlfriend later.

Then I played with my Nintendo 3DS, I updated my system and successfully stopped myself from spending money on new games they updated in the DS store. Then I played Zelda and watched The Roast of Bob Saget on Netflix. This thing was pretty funny.

When my white-trash neighbors finally finished their laundry at 2pm I got inthe shower and then almost trimmed my beard (note: ALMOST...I still need to do this thing).

Then I drove to work. During my drive I listened to the latest Smodcast and thought about sex some more.
I quickly found that I was thirsty, all I had in my car was half a gallon of water which had been sitting in the sun all morning. So I stopped by the McDonalds next to my work and bought one of their new Pineapple Mango Smoothies, which was good, but not amazing.

Then went to work and drank my smoothie.
At work I sat at station 3, right next the printer. Which means two things.
1. Every lazy fuck asks you to hand them their printouts.
2. Everyone who isn't a lazy fuck gets all up in your space and sticks their ass in your face to get their printouts.
Today I was the only male in the Respose Center (except maybe the manager, but we're pretty sure he's either gay, or totally nonsexual, so he doesn't count) this meant that the only non lazy fucks getting their own printouts and sticking their asses in my face were girls.

So then I started thinking about this girls ass...but she's the most annoying person ever. So I stopped.
Then another girl walked past and I thought about her ass for a while. But then I remembered she's super gay. So then I was distracted and started thinking about my girlfriends ass again. Then I got an erection and was forced to turn back towards my desk until it went away.

You know, it made me feel really cool that I only got hard when I thought about my girlfriends ass, and not while I was staring at everyone elses. I rewarded myself by daydreaming about sex for a while.

It was soon after this (oddly enough) that I decided to write this post describing my day in detail.
It's kind of funny to me because just about every day at work I plan my nights in great detail, then I go home and never do what I planned.

At about 4:30pm, while at work. I belched. This was problematic. I'd like you all to promise now that you will never eat bacon then bacon-greased toast and then drink a Pineapple Mango Smoothie, because when you belch after. It's fucking gross.

Then there was more work.
Then work slowed down around 7:30 or so. It was a good night, in the evening there were only a few of us, all cool people. We finished all the work and then sat around and talked about lots of things. Politics, religion, premarital sex, drugs, stupid drug addicts, marriage...things like that. It was nice because we can discuss things like normal people. We can have debates about things we disagree on, but for the most part a lot of us see things eye-to-eye. (Librals)

Then I had a cool idea to text an old buddy and see if we could set up a double date like get-together this weekend cause I havn't see him in forever and I love him also his wife is pretty sweet even though I barely know her. He texted me back, he has to discuss it with his wife first...sigh. But I'm hopefull.

there was more texting with the girlfriend, slightly less sexual this time.

Then suddenly it was 11 pm. I clocked out and promptly (rushed out so I didn't have to be the one to take out the garbage) drove to Wendy's and ate a chicken sammich and a root beer float.

Drove home and listened to more Smodcast while drinking said delicious root beer float.
Got home and the roommate was watching a movie with his friend. The aspect ratio on the DVD player was off, so I obsessed with fixing it for a few minutes while totally interrupting they're special movie time. Then...after a while I gave up, so whatever. It's probably a weird setting that got changed. It'll change it later.

Then I went to my room, where I imediately stripped to my purple boxer briefs and layer in my bed. Whipped out the laptop again, and this time headed to YouTube to listen to The Book of Mormon Musical. I mostly decided to do this because I was in the middle of an odd sort of discussion/debate with a few people on Facebook about it. It seems a few super Mormons (Conservatives) don't like that two really funny fellows can write a well thought out satirical musical about religion (MORMONS).
11 Tony Awards by the way. I don't care if you don't like content. Or if you can't understand poking fun of something you respect but still think is hysterical. Or if you just assume it's mean spirited because your religious newspaper claimed it was even though you never listened to it to see for yourself. I don't care, but don't claim it's no good when it fucking dominated the Tony's.

And that brings us to the end of the day, I'm sure I missed some parts due to the fact that my memory isn't perfect. And that I can't type that much. But there it is...gonna lay in bed and listen to more music, maybe play some Minecraft, maybe think about my girlfriend and masturbate. Whatever I do it will be amazing.

Maybe if enough of you tell me not to I'll never do this again.

Drinking Game

This one made a Drinking game Meme about his life. His is silly, go look at it.

So decided to as well.

Alcohol of choice...Smirnoff Vokda I suggest Smirnoff Twisted, in Vanilla, Watermelon, Raspberry or Mango.

Take a shot if:

-Jason talks about how depressed he is (including tweets about how bad his day is).
-Jason buys a new DVD (including depression induced Amazon sprees).
-Jason quotes a movie, then proceeds to explain which movie and talk about how you should go watch it as you stare at him blankly.
-Jason buys a comic book.
-Jason buys extravagant and pointless electronics for kicks (two shots if it's a new Apple product).
-Jason complains about his girlfriends cat who lives with him.


Maybe another shot if Jason ever gets more that 5 hours of sleep a night...but we all know that's never going to happen.


On a completely different note. I woke up at the Girlfriend's place today, went to take a shower and found Suave Shampoo...this in unacceptable. Suave Shampoo is for poor people and Charlie Sheen. I demand Garnier Fructis.

But at least I'm having a good enough day that the worst thing I can complain about his how my girlfriend is using the wrong brand of shampoo.

Update

On Jan 4th I had a bad day at work.

I had to listen to a scared lady being verbally and physically abused as she constantly pressed her panic button for help.

After the inital call I left work (because it was the end of my shift), and I didn't ever bother to find out how the alarm was closed. I didn't want to because it's emotionally hard to go back to calls like that. a few days ago I dug up the info and looked at the call. The dispatcher that closed the alarm for me called the Police Dispatch to follow up.

Aparently when the police showed up she denied he had been hurting or threatening her.

My coworker was forced to close the alarm as "False Alarm, No help needed, no abuse took place, per PD"

This made everything worse for me. I literally heard this lady beg for help and beg for her life for 35 minutes. And no action was ever taken agaist the guy abusing her.

I even advised to the police that we record all our calls. the recording clearly proves physical and verbal abuse to disable elderly man and woman. The "suspect" even announces his name on tape. but because of the lady's fear...nothing's going to happen.

I love my job, but it's situations like this that make me hate humanity.

@*!#$

I spent the last half of an hour at work today listening to a man beat up an old lady waiting for the police to arrive.
truth be told it shook me more than I thought.
I was one of the hardest calls I've ever taken.
please pardon me now as I have to finish off my vodka and at least a couple of beers.

Christmasy Crap.

Okay...I don't HATE Christmas...but it's not my favorite. And the asshole that I sometimes am hates that it's the most popular holiday, which mean it's most peoples favorite.
And for some reason they all get mad at me and say I need to get into the Chistmas Spirit when I grumble that radio stations start playing Christmas Music the day after Halloween.
(Hell! this year Wal*Mart put up a tree and Christmas isle the week BEFORE halloween!)

you know what I say to them....nothing, cause I'm too nice a person...but I want to shout "SCREW YOU".

As I claimed before...I don't hate Christmas. And about December 10th or 11th I start feeling like it's Christmastime. But it's not all warm and touching or lifechanging at all. it's just a time where we buy gifts for the people we love (not everyone I work with, or every person I've met this year) and spend time letting them know we apreciate them. I grew up with plenty of Christmas Traditions...and I believe I broke most of them this year, which I'm okay with.

I had I good time. I spent the morning with my girlfriend. we exchanged presents, ate junk food and had a great morning. Then I went to work, because noone else wanted to...and they paid me double-time and a half to be there....so duh.

(Then after work I drove down to Central Utah to visit my family that moved very far away.)

All in all not a bad weekend.
But lets not dwell on it or repeat it for at least a year.

Movie fail.

I fell like a failure.
I've been watching a movie every day and blogging about it here And I've been doing well...until yesterday. Didn't watch a movie at all that day.

I was going to that moring about 1 am, but I was really tired, then when I woke up I decided to go to the mechanic to get my car worked on, just to get it out of the way.
Well I ended up waiting at the Mechanics for over 4 hours, without my iPod (could have watched a movie on my iPod). I was late for work, and then work was really busy. It was totally depresseing.

On the bright side, as soon as I finish my saftey inspection on the car I get to go to the DMV and put it into my name. Then the car will officially be mine.
Yay me!

A friend at work got some sad news today. No idea what the news was, but she's been sad all day...it kinda sucks.
Because now I've been sad all day.

Anyways other than that, things are peachy.

Still spending too much money on movies and comics. Still in debt. Still depressed. Still trying to find something worthwhile to do with my life.

Got a haircut a little while ago....seems to be the most entertaing part of my life recently. It'sodd cause it't the first time I've had facial hair and short hair at the same time. I kinda like it.

Been playing through a lot of sweet games recently too. Almost finished with Legend of zelda Ocarina of Time again. Also been playing through Legend of Zelda The Minish Cap for the first time. And I just instlled Spore onto Victoria last night...I likes that game a lot.

Geeked Out

I bought my first comic book yesterday. I simultaneously made me feel super awesome and geeky along with feeling like my life needs more meaning so that I don't get sucked into a super pointless expensive hobby.
It was great.

Anyways I picked up a copy of Serenity: Float Out which is naturally about characters from Joss Whedon's Firefly/Serenity Universe. It's a pretty cool comic, not super amazing but a great One Shot.
Naturally this means I need all of the Serenity Comics. There are already two groups of three comic collections I need to get, Serenity: Those Left Behind and Serenity: Better Days. Then another One Shot called The Other Half. I need to get these and read the hell out of them because (supposedly) in November they'releasing a new story arc revolving around Shepherd Book before the TV show took place...and that's the single most storyline Firefly Fans want more than any other.

wow....super geek now.

Joss Whedon is my god : )
(also it's nice to know for sure [even though it was already announced, just not officially] that Joss Whedon is directing the upcoming Avengers movie)

This comic thing might explode in a bad way...my bigest problem is that if I ever actually purchase a comic book I will want every single issue in the collection...why would I just want part of it.
And while I don't suspect there will be a whole lot of comics I will need...there sure are a lot I'd like to read.
Also I'm pretty sure I need to check out Mike Mignola's Hellboy line (due to the recomendation of a friend [that's right Stephen...you] ).

Also I'm really tired right now and I'm in a very odd/hyperactive kind of mood.
Also I'm at work and I just saved sombody'd life
*ting* +1

The Man Cave

Well, I moved out of my parents basement.
Of course I didn't really have a choice.

I opted out of following my parents to the center of the state. Where I would have to commute 2 hours to work.

I good friend of mine and I found an apartment together. And to be more specific...it's not an apartment. It's a basement. In fact we've pretty much deemed it "The Man Cave."
600 bucks a month gets us 1000 square feet, two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a living area, with a stove and a fridge. No kitchen sink...that's the big thing. but we survive with the bathroom sink and occasionally going upstairs and borrowing the kitchen.
We're renting out the basement of the condo owned by a really nice middle aged couple.
Also our carpet is a super terrible 80's red and green plaid design.
It's pretty hardcore.
All in all I like it. Not the perfect Man Cave. We don't have a separate entrance so having company come over is sometimes awkward walking through the upstairs living room. But it's a nice place. Somewhere I can hang my posters and display my movie collections (even the rated R ones).
It's been a month and things are going pretty good.

And I'm liking my job pretty well too. been there almost six months now. Nothing permanent, but it's stable and not too hard. It can get a little intense sometimes, but it's rewarding and I seem to be getting the hang of it more and more. I hate being on the phones, but it's not a traditional phone job. We speak over a custom made Emergency Medical Alarm box and speak with Emergency Services all day.

I also discovered that my eyesight isn't as awesome as I always thought. after a few weeks starting the job I got bad migraines that took days to go away. Found out it was eye strain and I got some glasses. it's a pretty week subscription (in fact I often forget to wear them) but aparently starring at dual computer screens 8+ hours a day will teach you somethings about your eyes.

on the plus side I've started reading more again.
My eyes don't get as tired the more I read anymore.....huh.

I went out a picked up a copy of The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis, it's a book I've always figured I should give a chance but never figured I'd get around to. But why not, I was feeling particularly rich and it didn't cost that much. But then, once I started reading it I found it hard to put down...and it's not a hard read, or very big even. read about half of it in an hour or so, then a couple days later took a couple more hours and finished it off.
I don't personally know much about C. S. Lewis, but the topic of Christianity and Temptation were obviously subjects he studied quite a bit. Definately something he knew a lot about abd out a lot of thought behind. I'm not a very religious person, but I'd probably consider myself Christian. and reading The Screwtape Letters was probably the closest thing to a religious experience I've had in a couple years.
The ideas and he brings forth about the function of the Devil and his Demons is very entertaining as well. The book definitely makes you think, Which is exactly what I was looking for.

A change in style but not a whole lot else

So I cut my hair. They cut off a good 4 or 5 inches. my hair is not the shortest it's been in nearly 5 years.
And I hate it.
The salt on the wound, of course, is the worst part. I only cut my hair to make a good impression as I went in for a couple of Supervisor interviews at work. less than 24 hours after cutting my hair I found out I was not elligable for any of the positions and would not be asked to come in for any interviews.
I'm still pissed off about it

Screwed again.

It was announced at work that they were opening up a temporary Projectionist position while one of the Projectionists took 8 weeks off for maternity leave.
So naturally I applied.
It was super informal and the interview was more like a chat with the Projection Manager, which was totally cool because I get along with him great.
It seems that I hyped myself up a bit to much though.
I thought I new everyone who had applied, and out of them all I pretty much figured I had the best chance.
However I did not get the position. A Box employee just jumped out of nowhere like a Job Stealing Ninja and got the position, I didn't even know he had applied.
And I have a hard time feeling mad about the whole situation, because he's totally cool and he totally deserves the position.
However I think that the thing that pushed me over the edge on this one, is when the Projection Manager pulled me aside and told me that it was really hard for them to pick between me and him. Basically he told me I was second choice.
My issue with this is the fact that This is the third time I've been told I was Second Choice for a position I really wanted at this company.
It's really got me annoyed.
Sadly I'm looking for a new job more than ever before.

Surreal and Depressing

Life is surreal and depressing.

I live in my parents basement.....and truth be told I go crazy if I'm there to long talking to people. I spend very little time there during the day. I try to keep all conscious hour in that house confined to the middle of the night so they're all asleep.

I work at a movie theatre.....and while I'm not at the bottom of the ladder it seems that it's becoming more and more difficult to move up. I make 8.50 an hour for Christ's sake! And by the end of the year they're dissolving my position. So I could either move up or step back down and with more and more rungs being taken off the top of the ladder I'm afraid I might have to get off the ladder and try a new one.

I owe money.....to a bank and I haven't been paying it off for a year. Also the bank I've been going through has handed me a credit card/loan that I have kept maxed out for the past 5 months or so. I'm paying my parents more than half of what I make each month and living paycheck to paycheck and it causes a lot more stress that I'd like it too. this also doesn't help when my car gets sick and I have to go crawling to my father to help me get it fixed.

I argue with myself daily.....and yes the therapist has told me to stop it. apparently it's not healthy. I worry constantly about things out of my control. I worry constantly about things that are in my control I'm just too lazy or unmotivated to get around to fixing them. I struggle constantly with the fear that no one loves me while in a crowd of people that all want to ask how I'm doing and what I've been up to. I worry that I'm not a good friend or an inadequate boyfriend while receiving texts and messages asking when I'm free to hang out.

I'm tired of being tired.....and I've finally given up trying to go to bed on time. I'm sick of laying in bed for hours trying to go to sleep. So I run myself ragged until I collapse and sleep through work or an appointment.

I go out of my way to avoid going home.....even if I inconvenience a friend and ruin plans for the day.

I have so many wonderful colours running through my mind. So many stories......I've stopped trying to share them with the world. I can't ever seem to get it right.

I envy everyone. even the people I hate.

SSDD

Well last weekend was fun.
Went down to southern Utah and visited with family for a while.

It was good. I relaxed a lot and spent a lot of time by myself. I got a fair amount of time to write and sketch.

Also got back in touch with quite a few relatives I haven't talked to in ages.

All in all. It was fun. It was good for me. And now I'm back to doing the same thing I always do.
I sleep. I work. I make out. I play video games.

All in all not to bad right now.

"Weak, dudes.....Weak!"

So I've been sick the last week.
I pretty much sucked!

normally I get sick once a year and it hits me bad enough I'm down for one day then I'm ok.
This year I've been dragging for a week and it's been pretty terrible.

Also I've been having some pretty crazy dreams the last few days.
my last two dreams were both about a large group of people that all kind of shunned me.
A lot of friends who pretty much banned me and left me to be alone.
Kinda Depressing.

Rumors

There been a few rumors at work flying around.

First there is a Supervisor position opening up that many people want and depending on who gets it will depend on how it affects me.
A Box Office Lead is going for the position...and if he gets it they might replace his position.
And officially The Company will no longer be hiring for any Lead position. they are going to get rid of all lead positions.
But because I'm already a lead in Concessions they might transfer me over.
I've heard they've already thrown my name around a bit.

Also the projectionist that got the position I applied for a couple months ago is pregnant. So in April or May there might be a position available.

These are good things to me.

Christmas times.

So the first thing I open....the missionary handbook/discussion book and all the missionary pamphlets.

that amazes me. I had figured my parents had finally accepted the fact that I wasn't going on a mission and that I just didn't want to be involved with the church right now.

I can accept this as a gift on any other day, but they wrapped it up and put it under that tree...like that's going to make me ignore it and forget about it any less.

Well the rest of Christmas wasn't too bad. I got a new tent and I can't wait to go camping soon, it's been way too long.

Anyways work on Christmas was crazy insane, But I didn't have to close so it was ok.

Also I talked to Chelsea Christmas night.
Fist phone conversation since we broke up.
It was really nice. It wasn't awkward and it was very enjoyable.
It also sorta set in stone the realization that do need to stay apart for a while.

My Lame Little Holiday Tune

It seems Christmas is finally upon us.
Is it bad of me to have just barely felt in the Christmas mood?
Anyways, I've only done shopping for a couple people. everyone else might just get Christmas late this year.... maybe it'll be postponed until the 10th of January.

Anyways it kinda suck that I work Christmas Eve AND Christmas Day, but at least I don't have to close on Christmas, I open so it'll be nicer.

Also it's phone time. Hopefully by tomorrow my phone will be up and running. That'd be nice.

Merry Christmas to me?

So... my Aunt gave my mom her old phone, and my mom gave my sister her old phone so my sister gave me the piece of crap that's falling apart that she had.
So I probably won't be buying a new phone for a bit. But in a few days here I will activate the "new" piece of junk I have obtained.
That way I can text people again. I kinda miss it.
Also my manager at work can stop complaining that sh can't get a hold of me whenever she wants too.
For some reason I have no sympathy for her. If I wanted her to be able to get a hold of me I'd give her my house phone.
She's super annoying too. I'm getting tired of pretending to be interested in her long boring stories just to be on her good side. But this is a better alternative than slapping her across the face.

On a different note. I chatted with Chelsea just a few minutes ago. It was nice. we played a game of online scrabble and talked.
I miss talking to her.

So Awake

Considering my past sleeping problems I've slept a great deal in the past 24 hours.
Enough to get up at 7AM when I don't have to leave until 8:30.

I'd also like to point out that I hate the snow. Not always I guess, but it makes early morning drives a considerable amount less relaxing and more stressful.

Also I'm a little excited for work... I'm going in at 9 and we don't even open until Noon. This means I'll be alone, preping everything for two hours. And when my team does come in, it's only two people. Because it's Tuesday morning, and who on earth goes to see a movie on a snowy Tuesday morning.

A Slow Terrible Day

Work was considerably slower than any other Saturday.
I guess it's because there is actually snow now.

I'm glad I didn't have to stay late though, the rest probably won't get out until 1 AM.
But I have to be back at 9 AM so I can learn early morning prep, so I can open alone on Tuesday because my Manager and both my Supervisors are taking that day off, and for some reason I've become their Go-To Guy for anything Pizza Hut related.

The last 5 of my shifts have been in The New Pizza Hut part of Concessions, which I guess I'm OK with, it's easy busy work and I don't have to deal to much with the guests. Today, though, was pretty terrible. We were incredibly overstaffed so everyone had to come over and notice that I wasn't smiling. It got annoying really fast. I guess I've learned how to put on a pretty good fake smile over the years. Just so happens on the day I can't bring myself to fake a smile my Supervisor decides she needs to hang around me the whole 6 hours.

Chelsea and I broke up last night... it was about 1 in the morning, until about 3:30 I think, I didn't sleep after that, and now I have work again in 9 ish hours and I don't know if I'll be able to sleep or not. I'm exhausted, sure, but I'm having a hard time thinking strait. We were together 1 year and 7 1/2 months... that's not a short amount of time.

About 4 other employees just wouldn't let me be today, every two minutes they had to come see if I was still sad. constantly making stupid joke in efforts to cheer me up, I guess I'm glad they care, but I just wanted to be left alone.
In fact my supervisor pushed so hard to find out what was going on I actually started crying. God, it's been a long time since I've cried in public.