tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470882122774332512023-11-15T08:28:40.593-05:00Life HappensMy life, and what i witness around me, for better or for worse.Joe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-58497440176048936712012-09-21T07:37:00.000-04:002012-09-21T07:42:49.203-04:00MAN OH MAN~Well there peeps, why hello. It sure has been awhile and by awhile I mean me, not doing anything....<br />
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It seems a whole lot of stuff these days that is on the interest is filled with the same babble everyone else has, I haven't gotten around to this, or I haven't had the time, or I'm to tired, or my mother just got ran over by a reindeer.<br />
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FIRST and foremost we all know that reindeer can't in fact fly so that is total B.S. Now there are certain rules that everyone must use in order to tell the B.S. from the not so B.S., one, can it be proven? And two, Fuck proof if more than one person says its true, then it has to be. Therefore following my infallible math, my mother getting hit by a reindeer is in fact.....<br />
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Simply because my wife says so (Sorry ladies, I'm taken, please if you are going to cry use the puffs + lotion, it's better that way)<br />
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However, using excuses such as, I was just to busy, is complete bullshit, simply because no one else thinks you were except for you, and therefore by default there are not enough people weighing in on your option. <br />
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Secondly I am appalled that this page has had less views then my deviantart page because lets face it, my art sucks, and two I am a much better writer. (This was also verified as truth by my wife)<br />
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Anyway this time I mean it, I am going to try once a week to write something while I sit here on the potty and take a poop (this cannot be verified because my wife just left for work, which means I am officially late for school.)<br />
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Anyone else ever notice that in order to maintain a high GPA you actually have to put an easy class as your first class especially when the first class is at some ungodly early hour like 8:15? That way you can stroll in late, not give a shit, throw some odd gangsign in hopes your professors assumes that you are dangerous if not armed, all so you can take some seat in the back corner of the room. Fuck paper, grab the laptop, and "take notes" whatever the hell that means. <br />
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Method, if I ever meet you, and you admit to it, i will kick your mother right in her ovaries, because it was an obvious mistake for her to have those. I would fuck with your father, but chances are he is meaner, bigger, and stronger then I am and therefore would be a terrible idea. You mother on the other hand would be a much better option. I muse at the idea of getting served cookies and a tall glass of STFU
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Lastly, please wish my friend John well as he goes into surgery this fine morning, he has had a hernia for some time now and finally is getting it fixed.<br />
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Well I better log, my legs are going numb from sitting here on the john (No not my friend John who is going in for surgery, you freaks) and I still need to wipe my ass, and make a sandwich before I can go.<br />
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-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-16075729859666308452011-03-18T21:13:00.001-04:002011-03-18T21:13:27.432-04:00Love to see new people.I would love to see new people, i know i havent been the most vigilant when it comes to this post, but still, where are all the readers, common people respond, whats the worst that can happen? :D<br />
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-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-84982363530505399752010-10-14T08:21:00.003-04:002010-10-14T08:33:09.544-04:00Another day, not another dollar?Money, Everyone assumes they need it in one way or another. Of course, knowing this we all strive to make it in anyway possible. People tend to obsess over it.<br /><br />Well fuck money, and fuck where this is going! haha.<br /><br />So to make this a little more cheeky i won't bore you with my thoughts on money and how it tends to corrupt good people. <br /><br />My life...is boring, i lost most of my old friends due to everyone moving away, as you may know, i got out of the marines and now I'm living back in my home town. This is okay, except some of the people i want to see do not live here anymore. This leaves me kind of at a loss of words because, i used to talk to the people around here, and they would always tell me how happy they would be when i got home and they got to spend time with me! Then i get home, and everyone is gone haha, life they say is too busy, and John Lennon would say<br /> "Life happens when your busy making plans."<br /> Well it seems that it only applys when you are younger, as soon as you hit a magical age the only way life does happen with other people is you have to make plans! I guess i would just like to show the fallacy in this statement and i wish someone could tell me a really good story about how something awesome happened when they were making plans for something else! Well fuck me, i dont think it's possible!!!!!!<br />The monotony of everyday life is taking it's toll, and i just want some kind of really good pick me up. It seems if it's not something about your family, or some kind of drama about how we don't have the money then there is nothing to talk about..<br /><br />See this is the first time in a long time where i get to spend the majority of my time with my love, and as great as that is, i never thought i would run out of things to say or do. I blame this on my general lack of imagination!<br /><br />I do have a few close friends though, i see some of them a lot, and some of them i fear i will not ever see again. I made a promise to one of them that i would see them again, and well god dammit, my crystal ball must be broken because i have no idea when that is going to be? How is this possible? I love my friends they are all very good to me, and i hope i am good to them i just wish somehow i could really say i could be there for them when they needed me. <br /><br />Well that's it, i promise and i really do, so there, i promise to see them all, barring the fact that some of them, haha, don't ever want to see me again...Aww fuck them, I'm going to see them too!<br /><br />SO WATCH OUT ALL YOU FRIENDS AND WOULD BE FRIENDS IM COMING AROUND SPREADING JOY, I'm like a young, and not so friggen fat Santa, and my present is myself!!! HAA<br /><br />-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-53981620029220113732010-08-22T21:17:00.001-04:002010-08-22T21:21:32.537-04:00I guess i should be more comical.I suppose i should be more comical considering this is supposed to be cynical and slightly evil. Well lets see if i can't revamp a little old school on this bitch. <br />For the most part life is pretty fucking peachy, i walk around and do nothing, i smile when i'm supposed to i laugh when it's appropriate and the rest of the time i just go fuck myself, and no one seems to notice. I DO NOT LIKE EVENTS ABOUT ME! However i have to live with them for everyone else? fuck me. So i do, and i even smile and drink and eat to much fucking with my diet and exercise routine. <br />First and for most i hate most of everyone i have to deal with. Self centered people irk me. And finally if you finally manage to look through your busy schedule and make some time to see someone for something other then yourself, stay longer then just a few hours. Otherwise you just look like a tacky fag.<br /><br />-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-15557023150924170552010-08-20T15:11:00.003-04:002010-08-20T15:15:29.439-04:00And let the show begin!I'm home, and i'm not going anywhere anymore. Which is weird because I am so used to always being on the go. Being so sedentary is driving me bonkers!<br />My cat despises me very existence, and runs and hides from me anytime i get remotely close. By close i mean, anywhere in the apartment!<br />School starts soon, and i feel like i'm going to be an utter retard! After almost 5 years i get to go back and try the college thing, which is wicked cool, just i must have forgotten so much. Which is painfully apparent when you look at what core classes i am forced to take!!!<br />Anyway, the weather has been nice, and i've been outside a lot and it's really nice..and i guess i can get used to the change of pace.<br /><br />-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-55415882039715277142010-08-12T22:16:00.002-04:002010-08-12T22:29:39.129-04:00How do people keep up on these things?Today, which i use in the sense that there was any difference between today and yesterday. However i do believe that there is a difference when talking about tomorrow. You know the whole unknown thing. Apparently people look forward to the next day as if they want nothing more then for all of their dreams to come true. I'm sure that does happen...if it didn't...why would people keep looking towards tomorrow?<br /><br />So...Today, i was walking around the mall looking at all the people as my wife scoured through the isles scrupulously looking for whatever it is she was looking for. I realized something...how is it people keep up writing something like this? What exactly do they put in it? Who cares what i did today or how i did it? Apparently someone does! Well, obviously not to this particular blog however. It's okay though, i use this as some kind of background outlet...as if one day someone will look a me eye to eye and ask me if i had ever written anything, and being as if i had read their mind, i pull out the (hmmm..how many pages do i have now?) two pages of writing and hand it over to them grinning as if this would be my lucky break. Thank God i continued writing this thing i could think to myself! However honesty would soon snuggle its way into my mind and i would find myself knowing i'm more then likely not writing this for any real reason.<br /><br />That however is okay, because i enjoy writing...and for having no real formal training or schooling in the matter, i think i can produce sentences that have some appeal while being read. It would be more apparent however if people read them and commented on them... maybe i am to shy..that could always be the case... or perhaps i am to neurotic, which seems to be the most likely of the two.<br /><br />Oh well...if this could be like me looking towards the tomorrow, which i obviously don't do i hope, someone reads this and finds it halfway amusing...or really they could just bend me over and ream my ass if they like. Which ever.<br /><br />-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-59914578791735077062010-08-11T08:43:00.002-04:002010-08-11T10:50:35.339-04:00Mass, Liberal or just joking?Massachusetts, people who don't live there believe it to be one of the most liberal states in the country. However people that live here would either beg otherwise, or they have no idea what they are talking about, and simply go about believing whatever people tell them without any for- or afterthought. <br /><br />After legalizing gay marriage among a slue of other things, other states looked at Massachusetts with a wary eye. Things, however were fine, more then fine, in fact no one seemed to notice how gay marriage "destroyed the sanctity of marriage". Maybe that was because it never did, everyone got up the same way, brushed their teeth the same way, and went about there day the same way. However this isn't about gay marriage. <br /><br />This is about how people can walk around with there heads held high, proclaiming to be one of the most liberal states in the country, when everything seems to be illegal. From driving rules to building codes to gun laws. Massachusetts is one of the hardest states to do anything in.<br /><br />Just the other day i was talking to my buddy in Connecticut about owning a fire arm. Sitting on my couch flipping through the channels of pointless news...the occasional bobs discount furniture ad in the background, i was regaled with the story of how easy it was for him to procure a licence and how even easier it was to go and buy one. I started looking into the licences needed for mass. In comparison to Connecticut, Massachusetts is a paperwork nightmare. Without getting into the down and dirty on how to get licences, or how much they cost, lets just say it requires more then one licence and hundreds of dollars for me to own the same weapon. Funny since he in all actuality lives right down the highway from me.<br /><br />This morning, and really the point of this post, is while listening to the radio my darling wife and I came across a channel that had some middle aged sounding woman, ranting on how certain dogs should require a licence and classes in order to own one. This is absolutely unbelievable, it seems in this fair "Commonwealth" the only way to stop crime is to put pointless classes and make people pay even more money to own an animal which by law is considered property. The dog in which the crone over the radio was talking was the dreaded and feared Pitt-bull. Apparently the fair people of Mass have a bone chilling fear of these dogs and the only way to ensure their safety would be to put out another licence. Therefore when you are walking down the street with your pit police can stop you and ask you for your licence? And if my memory serves me correctly i do believe that people that have these animals for the right reasons take them to classes in order to train and socialize these dogs. <br /><br />That is ridiculous, when has a person that fights dogs ever bought a licence, when will they? They are already doing something illegal, people say that with this cops can now charge these people with more fines or whatever when the catch them. Then why do cops just walk by when they see a dog off a leash, or why don't they fine the owner when the dog's tags aren't up to date? How many of these fighting dogs that are apparently on the loose running around terrorising people have they caught? Does the positive outweigh the negative? Besides having a new licence to tax and stopping good people from buying these lovable dogs? What happens to the families that already own these dogs can't afford to send them to the class or get the licence? Do they become homeless? Do they send them to a shelter to be euthanized? What happens to all these dogs? And for the people that are fighting the dogs and training them to be aggressive can we be sure these people will get the licences? And what about people with other types of large dogs? Say a German Shepard, or a Doberman, are they going to have to get licence's in order to have a potentially harmful animal? Personally I have seen more little dogs attack people then larger ones.<br /><br />I just don't seem to understand...with all of this ridiculous rules...how to we continue going around calling ourselves a liberal state?<br /><br />-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-5858370593617718742010-07-22T23:38:00.002-04:002010-07-22T23:50:00.299-04:00Where are you going?Forward, i would just like to let everyone be perfectly aware that i hate you all. It's really nothing overly personal...it's just that people suck and they expect you to do the right thing...and when you don't you get to be the asshole...but don't ever impose on them the same.<br /><br />I look around and people move...from one place to another..never knowing how their actions effect others.. how i that possible? I know my actions have consequences, and after many nights of dealing with them, i have come to terms with them. <br /><br />Just remember, you are who you are. If your a scumbag..your a scumbag..who can tell you that you're wrong? What if your a 22 year old slob that doesn't keep a clean house? That's just who you are. Deal with it. Everyone tries to go around and be someone they're not.. I've tried..and let me tell you something..it never works..you get tired..and then you eventually come back to reality, and you look around and where are you? If you look around and don't remember how you got there...you either did way to many drugs..or you lied to yourself and ended up there.<br /><br />Just do what makes you happy..but at the same time..try to not take to many people down with you when you do it... everyone is trying to do the same thing..so be respectful for the love of god.<br /><br />What else is there to say at this point?<br /><br /><br />-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-42221470634050366462010-06-16T22:37:00.002-04:002010-06-16T23:12:42.923-04:00It's been a minute, hasn't it...How long has it been now? Well aparently i long time, and still to now surprise, no one cares haha. I've had a lot of time to think about thing to write about, and once in awhile i've even had i few things to say, but alas, now that im sitting here in front of my computer i can't think of anything.<br />To help me think of somthing, i type random things on this page. it looks a little something like "deefighrndithfuckfhginreggwhatfhfiergtofvierfnsayfrgj>" Which is ironic since that's what my writing looks like anyways.<br />When that doesn't work i resort to walking in circles or simply listening to the sounds of the world. Which boringly consist of the air conditioning kicking in, or the sound of sirens far off in the night. None of which consequently helps my writing one little bit. <br />Lately I've been planning for the future, which is undoubtly coming and i can't wait. Pretty soon I'll be in school wanting to see all my old friends. Hopefully they are all still around. <br />Time...I guess that's the point of this bog. You never really realize how much time passes..or really how fast it passes by. I guess it's a good thing that everyone wants to move so quickly. In some way it's like we are all instinctively designed to move fast so that we can get more time with what time we have. Although it just seems odd that since life passes us by so quickly then why is life the longest thing we do? Time doesn't really seem to play by any real rules. <br />For example, you start driving to go on vacation. It takes forever to get there. However on the way back it seems to take half the time. Perception seems to be the gauge we judge time in.<br />It's late, and i ran out of things to say, and reading back I'm just ashamed of this post. So i guess i should just stop while I'm ahead and bid everyone a good night.Joe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-15451138383399704652009-11-30T19:05:00.003-05:002009-11-30T19:08:45.352-05:00It's life, and my computer is still broken.Life is...what it is. I try to tell everyone that, and they just seem to not believe me, which is odd.. Everything has been going on lately... I came back from thanksgiving which i got to go home for, which is wicked exciting. It was so nice to go home and see everyone again.. <br />Back in Jacksonville things are changing too, unfortunately i can't just tell people everything, but trust me, it's not too too bad down here... of course there are things that could be better, like if i could get out of the marines... sooner!!!! lol. sorry these posts aren't even close to the witty and unfounded humor of my older ones...but then again, no one ever reads this shit anyway. <br /><br />-joeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-42420966691945386342009-11-07T20:11:00.002-05:002009-11-07T20:16:06.926-05:00The past week.For the past week or so, my computer has been broken, leaving me without a way to write anything at all. Of course all the things that happen day to day slip away and next thing you know, you have no idea what you want to say.<br />I've been hanging out a lot lately, making sure i keep going to the gym, and watching what i eat. I need to get back into shape, i wish i never let myself go. <br />I bought a nice black shirt today, and i hope everyone who gets to see it enjoys it as much as much as i do. I don't really like the over all style but i guess for the most part it's okay.<br />Someone i cared a lot for the other day told me i can't talk to her anymore...which is kinda depressing, i knew life would go on, but i never thought i would have to sacrifice who i talk to. I guess life is just full of "surprises". <br />Other then that nothing to big happened. By the way i have a question to ask, whoever reads this. Is it a date to go out after 7? someone answer me that, because i don't think so.<br /><br />-joeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-87640473818909745852009-10-30T23:46:00.003-04:002009-10-31T00:02:29.828-04:00How did this happen?Funny really, how whenever you want to write something and you get around to it, you can never manage to put anything down. How does that work? i guess it is the mystery of all great writers...and I'm glad they never passed it on, then no one would ever think any literary work it worth while.<br />tonight of all nights me and a very old friend talked...it was refreshing, and luckily we both made it out alive. conversations like you well know, go one of two ways, either really fucking well, or so horribly wrong. if they do manage to go south, which you well know, there is no saying what people will say...or how they might mean what they say. emotion grabs hold, and takes you on a roller coaster ride from hell. <br />At least i was with a good friend, that way i wasn't torn down too hard...and neither was he. we both have a secret, not of course the same one...but the same one. and it kills us none the less. at least we can use each other as the life raft that keeps us afloat. <br />I sometimes wonder if the people that can do this to us even realize what or how they do it? if they did, do you think they would stop? or would they smile evilly, very similarly to how a snot nosed fuck burns ants with his glasses?<br />As the t.v. played some mediocrity in the background, and the wine ran dry we sat and talked for longer then i ever thought possible about that same thing we had talked about a million times before. It's not that talking doesn't work it's that even if you talk, and do nothing about it, it never gets solved. <br />Men unluckily for the sex, never do well backed into a corner in which women, the other species love to put us. they think quick, act fast and let emotion run through their saturated words. men on the other hand have what we like to think of as a defense against the woman enemy. ANGER, which of course leads to instability in the conversation, and of course is perfectly designed to hurt woman in their feelings and make them no longer want to talk about whatever they think is important enough to talk about. <br />I only could wish they would take the time to read this, and even though they won't know which friend I'm talking about... or which women i'm talking about, i think it's important on some level not to know...that way you can put yourself into the equation and see how the fuck you make out. <br /><br />-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-61986683311598924442009-10-29T22:44:00.005-04:002009-10-29T22:56:44.446-04:00Wait, when is Halloween?Really? i guess i didn't pay attention to the date, or the month, everything blends together, except for the few exceptions that make my life worth while and fun. All of my friends are good, and my past affliction fades faster then i could ever realize... for the second time. <br />Everything seems to be going well for the most part, and that's pretty damn exciting. There is only one thing that seems to be bothering me now more then most... now that life is good, there just doesn't seem to be anything worth talking about. Nothing to hold these conglomeration of words together, no cohesion. <br />Well i suppose it could be worse, i have good friends and a fairly good life, and i can keep smiling as if nothing was ever wrong. There feels like something is on the way i just can't seem to place my finger on it, like trying to mold water with only your will. <br />Halloween is right around the corner, and luckily i won't be alone, my second family down here gives me good reason to smile. i hope they don't mind me to terribly much, what would i do without them?<br />People are odd, no one ever thinks they need people to make them happy... but when you run out of people to tell your secrets too and smile with, you realize you couldn't live without them. Similarly to how the world couldn't live without the sun. That's why i realize people make sacrifices to the ones they love, and the ones they care about. It' all worth it in the long run.<br />With so many more things to say, and no memory to remember them, which will require someone to remind me to carry a pad with me. <br />I guess this might be the most boring and uninteresting post of them all. Although I'm sure there will be more to come. Luckily for me, not so lucky for you.<br /><br />-joeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-44951164428309876062009-10-26T18:06:00.005-04:002009-10-26T18:14:39.150-04:00It rained todayIt rained today, although i didn't take any real notice. A sickening realization, that shot through my body and left me speechless consumed my mind like a shadow. there was nothing, no comfort, no answers nothing. Where was i going? who cares anymore, I've done the one thing, that from the bottom of my heart hurts more then anything i ever thought could. <br />i defiled my person, destroyed my soul, and to make it all seem real, i fucked around with that, and turned my own destructive nature onto someone i love the most. How could i be so stupid? why would i have thought everything would have been fine. As the memory started to fade, and i could finally start to look at myself, and think of myself as a decent human being...<br />it all comes down, that the beauty of gravity, and of the universe, you think gravity is corporeal and that it only effects what is tangible. Unfortunately that is not even close to the case... You can try to run, but know that you will always tire before you demons do, and they never stop, never tire, and in the end you are subject to a will that is the worst possible... the will you bestowed upon yourself. why do people do this to themselves? why do people need to make more problems when life is so willing to hand them out... how can you even expect to survive..<br />The uncanny desire to always be in strife has once again taken hold, and when you finally stop to look at it...you are staring back at yourself.<br />Never will i be able to justify my actions, i can only hope that the universe will set everything straight, i am not longer at the hands of my own mercy, and neither is the one i love.<br />I am lost without her...and ironically, she could be lost because of me...<br />what more is there to say? what more could you possibly want to say...i search deep for the words and yet...there are none.<br /><br />-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-65820246005330885582009-10-25T16:56:00.005-04:002009-10-25T21:23:39.987-04:00I quit at life, my life to be exact.Today was a day like no other, earlier i was suggested i go to the beach and walk, so i did. While the waves crashed and the sun dipped behind clouds, i sat on my friend's towel and watched it all happen. Even though i should have i didn't feel small. As a matter of fact, i felt empowered to do things that i couldn't do before hand. So far i feel good.<br /> Earlier today while i washed my car, to give the two that stayed at my house more privacy i decided to change what i saw through Jacksonville. I gave someone two quarters, so they could finish washing their car. He looked confused and his friend didn't have much to say either. I'm not sure it did anything but lets hope i triggered something somewhere.<br /> My car is clean now, and there is no one to admire it, i don't even admire it, although i love it for the fact that i own it and there is no reason to get rid of it yet. As long as she runs well, i will love her for what she's worth. <br /> Well i told you that when i ran out of things to write about, i might squeeze in some of my past. I applyed for college the other week, and getting in might be harder then i thought. My over all gpa from high school is only a 1.29 and the college i want to attend is looking for a minimum of 2.5. This does not bode well for me, however i will call the dean of admissions tomorrow and talk to her, and hopefully she will let me in! fingers crossed.<br /> On a real note however, i finally befriended my father on facebook, which you might think is lame. However when you're not really sure what to say to him, facebook might be the best answer. I realized something however, out of the eighty something pictures, i wasn't in one of them, which i guess doesn't really matter. However it would be nice not to be forgotten..<br />BTW- go pats<br /><br />-joeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-39667232094542896162009-10-25T00:19:00.003-04:002009-10-25T00:38:10.531-04:00Tonight, for what it's worth.Tonight, what i thought was going to be a normal everyday useless night. Fortunetly there where some changes that i guess you can say have made it one of the more memorable nights.<br /> At first just know that i was starting to sip on some vodka, and playing guitar hero. Then out of nowhere i get a text from my friend that says "lets go bowling". Of course there was nothing better to do, so i accepted, and the only other text message i got from him was "We can leave once my wife finishes her drink." Which means to me, we are about to be ready come on by.<br /> Apon pulling into their apartment complex, vodka tucked securely into my back pocket, I walk to the door and knock. Nothing, nothing at all not even their dog barking. So of course i let myself in. The lights are on like normal and nothing seems to be out of place except they are not around. Out of the blue, i hear something that should come out of a porno comes across my ears. <br /> I'm stumped... what do i do? should i leave, or should i walk outside risking they would hear me walking around their house. Of course, i try to leave, closing the door and then sitting down on their patio furniture. I proceed to call my mother and about five minutes into it, the dog starts barking and my buddy comes to the door, not opening it, but then yells through the door "Come in, in a minute you non knocking fuck."<br /> Well after my mother had to hear about it, and i walked inside, their was my buddy and his wife sitting at the table, not too sure what to say i just smile and pour myself a drink. Luckily they still want to go bowling which im totally down for. Since i invited my friend to come over my house with someone from school and use my living room, for whatever they want too do.<br /> At the bowling alley, I could see all the redneck fucks that make up the majority of North Carolina. Bowling itself was fun, and sure enough the man and the woman that where supposed to be using my living room show up at the bowling alley which means i cannot go back home soon.<br /> To make an even longer story short, i passed out at their house, and then woke up and drove back, made something to eat... and then as i am now laying in bed. <br /> Even though tonight is over, i'm farely positive i wouldn't change anything. it's always nice to hear people happy..<br /><br />-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1647088212277433251.post-65333797637332159002009-10-24T16:16:00.001-04:002009-10-24T16:44:27.475-04:00Everyday life that no one cares about.Life happens... I guess thats the best way to start. In this swirling bowl of shit people desperately try to climb their way out of a whole that they can't help.<br /> Living down in North Carolina just proves my point. Everyday i wake up and realize people are soo busy with their own lives that they don't realize anyone else. That being said, i think that if they did notice, they wouldn't do anything hoping the next person would have the common curtisy to do what they could not. Which is overly a fine way of looking at it, except everyone feels the same way.<br /> The mornings here feel like some stranger in the night walked into your house fucked your asshole, and didn't even have the common curtisy to give a man a reach around. I wake up too early to go into work way to early to sit around and wait for something interesting to happen. Of course nothing ever does, so everyday is a constant let down.<br /> There are good things in life however that keep the constant ball taps at bay. My wife for example keeps me growned which is a good thing, without her I would float away in a sea of misery. She's smart, sexy, and overly loving and she's good for me. Of course she can't always be here, which is not really a let down but more of a ball buster for a guy like me. I feel like the zolfolt guy, you know the one with the rain cloud over head?<br /> I however don't want to banter about my own life, it would just be an endless entry that people would hopfully read and wonder why i haven't killed myself.<br /> I hate you North Carolina, your undwater water table with your stupid fake southern hospitality. Everyone is so quick to smile, and then when you ask a ligitamate question, they still have the nerve to smile at you, then tell you they can't help you. Stupidly i keep asking for help, which to my knowledge is the defenition of insanity.<br /> Periodically i will check in, and keep writing about what i see, and here, and maybe throw a few blurbs in about my past, and lets hope someone will read this and at the very least find this intertaning to read. However i don't hold any real hope.<br /><br />-JoeJoe Wolowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13528874751999318054noreply@blogger.com0