Hey over here:
Now, I know that CD sleeps a lot. That's just how it goes. However, there is a detail that most people don't know, so I'm sorta telling you a secret, that secret is CD is very clever. He gets all his cleverness from sleeping and hiring other people to do his work for him. He may or may not have a split personality that is competing to see who can come up with better ideas.
STOP TALKING! PAY ATTENTION!
Back to the inner workings that go on at CD's apartment. CD had a lavish bed, it was fourteen feet wide by eighteen feet in length. It was extended eight and a half feet off the ground. He has a series of ladders and lifts to get to the top. The mattress was three feet thick. It was one of the most comfortable beds I'd seen in my time. How long I or CD have been around is not known. Next to his bed he had a chimpanzee that had a laptop attached to his stomach. Don't worry, it caused the chimpanzee no harm. This was an evolutionary trait that Chimpanzees had gained over time, once again, I don't know how long it took because of the clock situation. A great deal of the time that CD was sleeping wasn't truly spent sleeping. This is why the next morning he was always groggy and wanted more sleep. The chimpanzee who has a name, that name being Jack Jill Patrice, recorded everything that CD uttered. This was very time consuming. Like an all day job. Some of the mutterings that CD muttered were just pointless babble ranging from how grass should be orange and trees should be powder blue. Don't ask me why he mentioned these things.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
True Story: Part 2
CD somehow amongst all his napping and sleeping knew about this problem and hired a group of over sized praying mantises to come in after the robots and fight them until they got back to work. These fights were epic. Neither side could ever pull out a victory. However, the fights would rage for hours. How long? NO ONE KNEW! Their fricking clocks didn't work, remember?! Anyway neither the over sized praying mantises nor the robot would ever be victorious. And CD knew this too. For he had been charging people to come view these fights every night for at least a decade.
The following for these fights had become almost unreal. There were sections of town that followed the robots or the mantises so closely that they at highest of obsession had formed their own churches. These churches really didn't believe that a robot or a mantis was God. But, instead a lower class of god. One that could provide a light in the dark times that his community was going through. Now, I know I said there was groups of both mantises and robots. But really the fight was focused on one of each. For the mantises his name was Mantis and for the robots, his name was The Robot. If members of the church of the Mantis crossed paths with members of the Fellowship of the Mighty Robot, both sides would stay civil, but immediately after passing each other would begin muttering how their preferred leader was better.
During church both churches had very serious rituals.
For the church of the Mantis every time that CD would do so, the rest of the church would follow his lead and get down on their knees, put their forearms on the pew in front of them and hiss nonstop or until the first person passed out, this was normally an elderly man or an infant that couldn't support his or her own head yet... The newborn typical fell over within, I would guess six seconds, I couldn't tell for certain because there are no functioning clocks. Even the second hands periodically stop just to throw you off.
In the Fellowship of the Mighty Robot CD would lead the group of Robot crazed followers as he would flail his arms about while saying "Danger, Danger!" This would normally go on until an elderly woman was smacked side the head and knocked unconscious.
If you're picking up on something, you're probably picking up on that CD leads both churches. And you're probably wondering if anyone has a problem with that. The answer to that question is a resounding..... no.
The following for these fights had become almost unreal. There were sections of town that followed the robots or the mantises so closely that they at highest of obsession had formed their own churches. These churches really didn't believe that a robot or a mantis was God. But, instead a lower class of god. One that could provide a light in the dark times that his community was going through. Now, I know I said there was groups of both mantises and robots. But really the fight was focused on one of each. For the mantises his name was Mantis and for the robots, his name was The Robot. If members of the church of the Mantis crossed paths with members of the Fellowship of the Mighty Robot, both sides would stay civil, but immediately after passing each other would begin muttering how their preferred leader was better.
During church both churches had very serious rituals.
For the church of the Mantis every time that CD would do so, the rest of the church would follow his lead and get down on their knees, put their forearms on the pew in front of them and hiss nonstop or until the first person passed out, this was normally an elderly man or an infant that couldn't support his or her own head yet... The newborn typical fell over within, I would guess six seconds, I couldn't tell for certain because there are no functioning clocks. Even the second hands periodically stop just to throw you off.
In the Fellowship of the Mighty Robot CD would lead the group of Robot crazed followers as he would flail his arms about while saying "Danger, Danger!" This would normally go on until an elderly woman was smacked side the head and knocked unconscious.
If you're picking up on something, you're probably picking up on that CD leads both churches. And you're probably wondering if anyone has a problem with that. The answer to that question is a resounding..... no.
A departure from my story to share this
I had a dream last night. No. Not in the same sense as Martin Luther King JR., but it went like this.
I was going to talk to my pastor and when I got there he said "Hey Justin we are all going to a pizza place so I can't really talk now, but would you like to go get some pizza with all of us." I said "Sure, but I have to work in a few hours so I will need to get back soon."
So I ate pizza, talked for a while and then out of nowhere a bus to take people to see friends in family in the Marine base that was in Marlette, Michigan was about to depart.
That was weird enough because there would never be an army, marine, air force, coast guard or any base in Marlette. Nonetheless I got on the bus to see my friend Rob Shadley, who is not in or never been in any armed service division. I got there and I talked to Rob for a while before some jackass Marine decided he wanted to kick my ass, I told him "I don't really want to fight you because I have to get to work soon." He insisted so I kicked his ass. And the rest of the Marines broke it up and got in my face, but they said "This guy is an asshole and no one likes him." So they finished the job and nearly killed him.
At this point I got on the bus to take me back. I get back to where my vehicle was supposed to be but it was gone! I was freaking by this point. SO I started frantically running around the entire town of Marlette. Out of no where I see my Astro Van. The only problem is that February I got in a car accident in which I rolled the astro van three times and landed in a drainage ditch full of ice water. This van in my dream had the same damage done to it. All windows smashed and blown out, every tire exploded and so on. I got in and drove to Rite Aid. By this time I was about an hour and a half late. I got there and instead of being able to walk through the front door I had to squeeze my way through little holes of a barn that was full of hay. I finally got through all of this before I reached a hole that was far to small for me to fit in. So I had to squeeze my way all the way back out
run three blocks around to the front of the building.
I ran in there and explained what happened and apologized. There was a woman in the corner that I didn't know. My boss told me she had to fire me and hire Karen. Karen was the woman in the corner. She would start immediately.
The end.
Now I have to get to Rite Aid before three p.m.
AHHHHH
Weird.
I was going to talk to my pastor and when I got there he said "Hey Justin we are all going to a pizza place so I can't really talk now, but would you like to go get some pizza with all of us." I said "Sure, but I have to work in a few hours so I will need to get back soon."
So I ate pizza, talked for a while and then out of nowhere a bus to take people to see friends in family in the Marine base that was in Marlette, Michigan was about to depart.
That was weird enough because there would never be an army, marine, air force, coast guard or any base in Marlette. Nonetheless I got on the bus to see my friend Rob Shadley, who is not in or never been in any armed service division. I got there and I talked to Rob for a while before some jackass Marine decided he wanted to kick my ass, I told him "I don't really want to fight you because I have to get to work soon." He insisted so I kicked his ass. And the rest of the Marines broke it up and got in my face, but they said "This guy is an asshole and no one likes him." So they finished the job and nearly killed him.
At this point I got on the bus to take me back. I get back to where my vehicle was supposed to be but it was gone! I was freaking by this point. SO I started frantically running around the entire town of Marlette. Out of no where I see my Astro Van. The only problem is that February I got in a car accident in which I rolled the astro van three times and landed in a drainage ditch full of ice water. This van in my dream had the same damage done to it. All windows smashed and blown out, every tire exploded and so on. I got in and drove to Rite Aid. By this time I was about an hour and a half late. I got there and instead of being able to walk through the front door I had to squeeze my way through little holes of a barn that was full of hay. I finally got through all of this before I reached a hole that was far to small for me to fit in. So I had to squeeze my way all the way back out
run three blocks around to the front of the building.
I ran in there and explained what happened and apologized. There was a woman in the corner that I didn't know. My boss told me she had to fire me and hire Karen. Karen was the woman in the corner. She would start immediately.
The end.
Now I have to get to Rite Aid before three p.m.
AHHHHH
Weird.
Monday, December 14, 2009
True Story: Part 1
Listen:
I woke up today and I was tired. It just so happened that a man who doesn't have a name woke up and did the same thing. Where he lives is as unimportant as a horse sniffing glue. Even though he doesn't have a name his name is Cough Depressant. Now, answer me this, would you rather have that name or no name? Case closed. We all would pick Cough Depressant.
Anyway, CD woke up and was excruciatingly tired. He said to himself "Shit, I should have got more sleep last night." He replied to himself, saying "Stop your whining, seriously, you're pathetic, you got 23 hours of sleep last night!" "You liar, I only got 17 and a half!" "No you didn't!" Anyway, this went on for some time. Finally, after CD had exhausted himself into a heavy sweat he decided he better take a nap. Both sides of him agreed with that strategy.
CD slept for quite a long time. I couldn't be sure the exact length of time because none of his clocks work in his apartment. As a matter of fact, where he is from a working clock that maintains the correct time is outlawed and punishable by having all of the toes of the accused person pulled until cracked, not broken, just the knuckle in the toe, (if there is one) cracked; a good, loud, healthy pop!
PAY ATTENTION!
Most of CD's clocks purposely were set to shut off every three and a half hours, that is if that's actually what time they shut off, others were set to randomly turn to whatever damn time they felt. It was a crazy world inside his apartment. Some of the clocks were operated to stay at the wrong time by sloths. The sloths did a good job, but the clocks they maintained could almost always be counted on being behind. Others were operated by hummingbirds that some how continuously were taking amphetamines. Those clocks could ALWAYS be counted on being WAY WAY ahead.
There was a group of penguins that did all the custodial work around his apartment. They came in every day for give or take fourteen hours. They did a great job, besides all the fish and poop they left behind. So to clean up after the penguins CD hired a group of narcissistic robots. They were there for the reminder of the day give or take 9 hours. The robots didn't get much work done. They picked up some of the poop and most of the fish each day, but unfortunately for CD he had mirrors by each of the trash receptacles in his apartment. The robots every time they were throwing whatever hunk of junk away would gaze for unknown periods of time at themselves lovingly in the mirror.
I woke up today and I was tired. It just so happened that a man who doesn't have a name woke up and did the same thing. Where he lives is as unimportant as a horse sniffing glue. Even though he doesn't have a name his name is Cough Depressant. Now, answer me this, would you rather have that name or no name? Case closed. We all would pick Cough Depressant.
Anyway, CD woke up and was excruciatingly tired. He said to himself "Shit, I should have got more sleep last night." He replied to himself, saying "Stop your whining, seriously, you're pathetic, you got 23 hours of sleep last night!" "You liar, I only got 17 and a half!" "No you didn't!" Anyway, this went on for some time. Finally, after CD had exhausted himself into a heavy sweat he decided he better take a nap. Both sides of him agreed with that strategy.
CD slept for quite a long time. I couldn't be sure the exact length of time because none of his clocks work in his apartment. As a matter of fact, where he is from a working clock that maintains the correct time is outlawed and punishable by having all of the toes of the accused person pulled until cracked, not broken, just the knuckle in the toe, (if there is one) cracked; a good, loud, healthy pop!
PAY ATTENTION!
Most of CD's clocks purposely were set to shut off every three and a half hours, that is if that's actually what time they shut off, others were set to randomly turn to whatever damn time they felt. It was a crazy world inside his apartment. Some of the clocks were operated to stay at the wrong time by sloths. The sloths did a good job, but the clocks they maintained could almost always be counted on being behind. Others were operated by hummingbirds that some how continuously were taking amphetamines. Those clocks could ALWAYS be counted on being WAY WAY ahead.
There was a group of penguins that did all the custodial work around his apartment. They came in every day for give or take fourteen hours. They did a great job, besides all the fish and poop they left behind. So to clean up after the penguins CD hired a group of narcissistic robots. They were there for the reminder of the day give or take 9 hours. The robots didn't get much work done. They picked up some of the poop and most of the fish each day, but unfortunately for CD he had mirrors by each of the trash receptacles in his apartment. The robots every time they were throwing whatever hunk of junk away would gaze for unknown periods of time at themselves lovingly in the mirror.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
True Story
Ok....
So. I was going to write a short little story. But it has evolved into something that i want to work a little more on. I have to work at 8 am. So I need to sleep. I won't be able to finish it tonight.
I will let you read it soon.
Yours,
Justin
So. I was going to write a short little story. But it has evolved into something that i want to work a little more on. I have to work at 8 am. So I need to sleep. I won't be able to finish it tonight.
I will let you read it soon.
Yours,
Justin
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Things that go blog in the night
Things that go blog in the night.
First off-
Me.
Hi!
Secondly-
Passive Aggressive.
Don't be passive aggressive.
Don't say no big deal and then the next day take it as it was a giant deal. That is not a very good trait to have.
Thirstly-
:)
I don't even remember what tangent I was on seeing I stopped mid-post to play hockey and read the end of a book I should have had read a long time ago. Great book by the way. Read SIRENS OF TITANS BY KURT VONNEGUT.
My goodness it's snowed a lot since I looked out the window. I can see it now, children half asleep-half awake hoping for snow days. I love snow days too. I do not love staying up all night hoping for a snow day only for the snow day to NEVER COME! AHHHHH. I have Christmas music stuck in my head because of Rite Aid. They play some absolutely terribly wretched music on that radio. And yet, they randomly played Death Cab for Cutie!? Makes no sense to me.
War is over, if you want it.
I need to try to sleep.
Night.
First off-
Me.
Hi!
Secondly-
Passive Aggressive.
Don't be passive aggressive.
Don't say no big deal and then the next day take it as it was a giant deal. That is not a very good trait to have.
Thirstly-
:)
I don't even remember what tangent I was on seeing I stopped mid-post to play hockey and read the end of a book I should have had read a long time ago. Great book by the way. Read SIRENS OF TITANS BY KURT VONNEGUT.
My goodness it's snowed a lot since I looked out the window. I can see it now, children half asleep-half awake hoping for snow days. I love snow days too. I do not love staying up all night hoping for a snow day only for the snow day to NEVER COME! AHHHHH. I have Christmas music stuck in my head because of Rite Aid. They play some absolutely terribly wretched music on that radio. And yet, they randomly played Death Cab for Cutie!? Makes no sense to me.
War is over, if you want it.
I need to try to sleep.
Night.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Hello Friends
I know that all of you have been salivating, waiting, watching, refreshing your preferred web browser to see the newest installment of my life and... sadly... you've all been disappointed for several days in a row. There is a variety of reasons.
1. I have felt like absolute death since Wednesday morning. This has me currently speaking with no voice, in pain to swallow, fever that comes and goes. And that's after like four days. great times.
2. Google disabled my adsense account and that really pissed me off. They said I have "invalid click." Their explanation makes no sense. So that upset me. I appealed, but it takes them two weeks to check emails I guess.
Anyway,
I haven't really felt up to writing because I have been sleeping and working at Rite Aid and that's really about it.
Today
I woke up at 7. WAS SO TIRED. Got dressed.
I had the idea to go to Mcdonald's and get some breakfast. However, I took my sweet time getting ready because I was fricking tired, and felt like fricking crap. So, I pulled into Mcdonalds at about 7:38. I ordered a bacon egg bagel meal without WITHOUT breakfast sauce. I had to do this with my door open, as my window decided to be completely frozen shut. I had to do this with my voice dead and pain in speaking. I had to do all of this in by the time I got to Rite Aid, my hashbrown was gone and still, no one was at work, I don't have a key. So I decided to eat. I pull out the sandwich to find............ A STEAK AND EGG BAGEL! HEY MY STEAK AND EGGS! I wouldn't mind this sandwich, but I've cooked them before, in my time of McDonald's land fun and basically it's an onion steak. So. I threw the sandwich back in the bag and sat there.
Work was like this.
7:45 a.m.
Freezing.
7:50
Putting ads in the newspapers of the papers that got delivered there. I guess that I do the papers job too?
8:15-3:05
Walking around the store putting sale stickers all over everything. This is like my third day. I know where nothing in that store is unless I have bought that product or something like that product before. This was fun. Here is an example of the description.
Men's/Women's
Long Sleeve Print Tee.
Yup... I will just run that right over to the clothes section.......... OH WAIT... It's a rite aid.
Also, I talked to a guy that needed stool softener.... REAL BAD. I asked with my barely able to speak voice "Is there a specific brand you would like?" He said "One that works and works good and quick!" I hung out trying to find a good one for him for about another 5 minutes and every little noise or comment he made I tried my hardest not to laugh as all I could think about is how constipated that guy was.
My brain hurts.
Night
1. I have felt like absolute death since Wednesday morning. This has me currently speaking with no voice, in pain to swallow, fever that comes and goes. And that's after like four days. great times.
2. Google disabled my adsense account and that really pissed me off. They said I have "invalid click." Their explanation makes no sense. So that upset me. I appealed, but it takes them two weeks to check emails I guess.
Anyway,
I haven't really felt up to writing because I have been sleeping and working at Rite Aid and that's really about it.
Today
I woke up at 7. WAS SO TIRED. Got dressed.
I had the idea to go to Mcdonald's and get some breakfast. However, I took my sweet time getting ready because I was fricking tired, and felt like fricking crap. So, I pulled into Mcdonalds at about 7:38. I ordered a bacon egg bagel meal without WITHOUT breakfast sauce. I had to do this with my door open, as my window decided to be completely frozen shut. I had to do this with my voice dead and pain in speaking. I had to do all of this in by the time I got to Rite Aid, my hashbrown was gone and still, no one was at work, I don't have a key. So I decided to eat. I pull out the sandwich to find............ A STEAK AND EGG BAGEL! HEY MY STEAK AND EGGS! I wouldn't mind this sandwich, but I've cooked them before, in my time of McDonald's land fun and basically it's an onion steak. So. I threw the sandwich back in the bag and sat there.
Work was like this.
7:45 a.m.
Freezing.
7:50
Putting ads in the newspapers of the papers that got delivered there. I guess that I do the papers job too?
8:15-3:05
Walking around the store putting sale stickers all over everything. This is like my third day. I know where nothing in that store is unless I have bought that product or something like that product before. This was fun. Here is an example of the description.
Men's/Women's
Long Sleeve Print Tee.
Yup... I will just run that right over to the clothes section.......... OH WAIT... It's a rite aid.
Also, I talked to a guy that needed stool softener.... REAL BAD. I asked with my barely able to speak voice "Is there a specific brand you would like?" He said "One that works and works good and quick!" I hung out trying to find a good one for him for about another 5 minutes and every little noise or comment he made I tried my hardest not to laugh as all I could think about is how constipated that guy was.
My brain hurts.
Night
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
What if this is how I wrote?
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JAZM!@#G
MONDKAE!
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JAZM!@#G
MONDKAE!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
My first day as an associate.
Hello everyone,
This story has to do with me. Can you believe it, me, writing about, me!? I can! Wow!
I got up today and made a deal with my gf and a bunch of my friends not to drink for 59 days. Then I brushed my teeth. I waited a little bit to shower. I then showered. I then played hockey on xbox live with Kevin for a while. I then stopped and got ready to go to Rite Aid. Dress code stipulates that the male employees have to wear a shirt and tie. For those of you who didn't know, I am not a big fan of tucking in my shirt, let's not even say I'm the slightest fan of it. But I did it. And have to.
The first thing I have to say about working at Rite Aid is that I never in my life knew that had as many products as they have. Holy hell. Not only are there the normal products, but then you have the Rite Aid version of them. And things just get out of control from they, eventually it trickles down to the Justin Marshall version of products. And after that, the death version of products, by merely holding the product in your hand for eight or more seconds, instant death arises.
Half way through my shift a giant crab man walked in. He wanted us all dead. We kindly declined the offer and he left.
3/4 way through my shift, I took a 15 minute break.
4/4 way through my shift. I left.
4/4=1
Justin= can't stop watching South Park, and really doesn't have a problem with it.
:D
Yours,
Janet D. Academia Normandy Bed Nomad
This story has to do with me. Can you believe it, me, writing about, me!? I can! Wow!
I got up today and made a deal with my gf and a bunch of my friends not to drink for 59 days. Then I brushed my teeth. I waited a little bit to shower. I then showered. I then played hockey on xbox live with Kevin for a while. I then stopped and got ready to go to Rite Aid. Dress code stipulates that the male employees have to wear a shirt and tie. For those of you who didn't know, I am not a big fan of tucking in my shirt, let's not even say I'm the slightest fan of it. But I did it. And have to.
The first thing I have to say about working at Rite Aid is that I never in my life knew that had as many products as they have. Holy hell. Not only are there the normal products, but then you have the Rite Aid version of them. And things just get out of control from they, eventually it trickles down to the Justin Marshall version of products. And after that, the death version of products, by merely holding the product in your hand for eight or more seconds, instant death arises.
Half way through my shift a giant crab man walked in. He wanted us all dead. We kindly declined the offer and he left.
3/4 way through my shift, I took a 15 minute break.
4/4 way through my shift. I left.
4/4=1
Justin= can't stop watching South Park, and really doesn't have a problem with it.
:D
Yours,
Janet D. Academia Normandy Bed Nomad
Monday, November 30, 2009
Blogtastic
Today, today.
Slightly depressing in a way.
Tomorrow, tomorrow.
I start a new job-o.
Currently without a car.
Because one of my tires is sub-par.
At least my job is not far.
And there are cookies in the jar.
Anyway.
My day went like this. Woke up, fell out of bed.... Wait, that's a Beatles song.
Damn, having a hard time with this writing thing. I felt sorry for myself the majority of the day. Finally, someone came and pumped up my tire, I then took it to the shop to be looked at. I will not have a vehicle for the rest of the day today and probably most of tomorrow. I also don't have much in the way of money, which is why I got this new job. The new job in which I wasn't given the time I should be to work tomorrow. I will show up at 3:00, see what happens. That's my guess of when they wanted me. It's truck day, so I imagine that I will be unloading things and making piles and putting things away in their proper position. I will have no clue where their proper position will be. I will try my best.
"WIN THEM OVER, BRING THEM BACK."
I will do my best to do just that.
Yours In Life,
Justin
PLEASE COMMENT MORE PEOPLE! I would love to hear your input or read your input. You pick.
Slightly depressing in a way.
Tomorrow, tomorrow.
I start a new job-o.
Currently without a car.
Because one of my tires is sub-par.
At least my job is not far.
And there are cookies in the jar.
Anyway.
My day went like this. Woke up, fell out of bed.... Wait, that's a Beatles song.
Damn, having a hard time with this writing thing. I felt sorry for myself the majority of the day. Finally, someone came and pumped up my tire, I then took it to the shop to be looked at. I will not have a vehicle for the rest of the day today and probably most of tomorrow. I also don't have much in the way of money, which is why I got this new job. The new job in which I wasn't given the time I should be to work tomorrow. I will show up at 3:00, see what happens. That's my guess of when they wanted me. It's truck day, so I imagine that I will be unloading things and making piles and putting things away in their proper position. I will have no clue where their proper position will be. I will try my best.
"WIN THEM OVER, BRING THEM BACK."
I will do my best to do just that.
Yours In Life,
Justin
PLEASE COMMENT MORE PEOPLE! I would love to hear your input or read your input. You pick.
To everyone that cares about me.
Thank you all for caring about me.
I know that I screw up more than any one human being should and for all of you that give me another chance I want to thank you.
Life is full of different forks in the road and whatever way you chose you must live with the consequences that are at the end of that path. You see these metaphoric forks in the road many, many times a day. You must live with it everyday.
I have chosen odd forks and some have been the right and some have been wrong.
To everyone that decided to stick with me and help me climb back up when I fall off the cliff that was at the end of the path. Thank you very much.
I love you,
Justin
I know that I screw up more than any one human being should and for all of you that give me another chance I want to thank you.
Life is full of different forks in the road and whatever way you chose you must live with the consequences that are at the end of that path. You see these metaphoric forks in the road many, many times a day. You must live with it everyday.
I have chosen odd forks and some have been the right and some have been wrong.
To everyone that decided to stick with me and help me climb back up when I fall off the cliff that was at the end of the path. Thank you very much.
I love you,
Justin
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Who cares
My life as a Justin A Marshall includes so many damn things... Things so fucking pointless that it really wouldn't matter what I say.
Are you intrigued yet?!
I thought you wouldn't be and that's exactly why I decided to keep typing!
So... Today, which is Sunday, I slept. Sleeping is good. For everyone that says it isn't they are just full of jealousy, I mean come on, many of the best animals sleep all winter long. Seriously, bears, bears!
Have you ever typed with your eyes close?
I have, and am doing so as I do continue to type. singing, this will be the day I type.
This will be the day that I type.
Good! Because I hope you're not waiting for me.
This fills up a hole............. but it just grows somewhere instead.
Anyway, I went and saw the Blindside me Felicia and her brother. It was full of sappy goodness and predictability. Mainly, because my brother had read me the plot line before hand. That was before I thought I was actually going to go.
Short post, but puck it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niIcxMuORco&feature=related
Are you intrigued yet?!
I thought you wouldn't be and that's exactly why I decided to keep typing!
So... Today, which is Sunday, I slept. Sleeping is good. For everyone that says it isn't they are just full of jealousy, I mean come on, many of the best animals sleep all winter long. Seriously, bears, bears!
Have you ever typed with your eyes close?
I have, and am doing so as I do continue to type. singing, this will be the day I type.
This will be the day that I type.
Good! Because I hope you're not waiting for me.
This fills up a hole............. but it just grows somewhere instead.
Anyway, I went and saw the Blindside me Felicia and her brother. It was full of sappy goodness and predictability. Mainly, because my brother had read me the plot line before hand. That was before I thought I was actually going to go.
Short post, but puck it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niIcxMuORco&feature=related
Saturday, November 28, 2009
NHL 10 On Xbox Live and other adventures
Hello Friends,
I wanted to write a little bit about today. And a little bit about xbox live and the idiots, the hardasses and 12 year olds that love it. Oh and the Justin's that do too. Anyway, I was playing a game a little bit ago with random people because I couldn't get my friends Jason Stieler and Kevin Keys to play with me. We have our own club and are pretty great at the game.
Getting down to brass tax... I was playing with a team that just wasn't playing well together at all. And this one guy said "Is anyone out there?" to which I replied "Yes, I am here, I play left wing. He then cried out "I need to speak to the center!" And I was like "Well, obviously he is not going to talk to you right now, so back off a little."
Later in the game he said "Left wing you suck." That left wing just happened to be me, I said "Why do I suck?" and then out of no where that center that had so desired by a man and mister invisible for the remainder of the game decided to make an appearance and say "FUCK YOU! WHY DO YOU WHAT TO KNOW WHO I AM?" The person responded saying "Oh, well I wanted you to join my club!" and the center responded by saying "Why the fuck would I want to join your stupid fucking gay ass club you mother fucking fag. Why the fuck would you say shit about the left wing, he was the only one playing decent hockey at all."
At that point I stopped talking completely..
It continued like this........"Why the fuck don't you play me!? I am number 70 in the world, I will make you quit within the first five minutes of the game."
At that point I could not stop laughing.
This went on for fifteen minutes.
I loved it.
Anyway....
You silly friends....
This is how the day went from there and in any other way to construe it.
The guy that initiated the conversation ended up dying from a great white shark bite to the head. Sad.
Then my gf came over. I love her. She is nice. She got tired.
But what is a mystery is as clear as a Timothy Leary. OH How does it feel?
You acid freaks...
Gosh stop trying to read into it to much.....
Oh.. I heard about this...
Grass blades. Mmmm insects, and bugs are a friends of that, but not so much of a cat. Cats want 'em dead. Oh! Sleep well Sunday morning slugs, they sleep better than you or me or me or your gf or your bf could dream of it. They just slither and that has to feel well, they don't even need to try. it's just the truth and that's the deal, they just let it happen, but they will send you many clues. Just don't make them sad
Justin
I wanted to write a little bit about today. And a little bit about xbox live and the idiots, the hardasses and 12 year olds that love it. Oh and the Justin's that do too. Anyway, I was playing a game a little bit ago with random people because I couldn't get my friends Jason Stieler and Kevin Keys to play with me. We have our own club and are pretty great at the game.
Getting down to brass tax... I was playing with a team that just wasn't playing well together at all. And this one guy said "Is anyone out there?" to which I replied "Yes, I am here, I play left wing. He then cried out "I need to speak to the center!" And I was like "Well, obviously he is not going to talk to you right now, so back off a little."
Later in the game he said "Left wing you suck." That left wing just happened to be me, I said "Why do I suck?" and then out of no where that center that had so desired by a man and mister invisible for the remainder of the game decided to make an appearance and say "FUCK YOU! WHY DO YOU WHAT TO KNOW WHO I AM?" The person responded saying "Oh, well I wanted you to join my club!" and the center responded by saying "Why the fuck would I want to join your stupid fucking gay ass club you mother fucking fag. Why the fuck would you say shit about the left wing, he was the only one playing decent hockey at all."
At that point I stopped talking completely..
It continued like this........"Why the fuck don't you play me!? I am number 70 in the world, I will make you quit within the first five minutes of the game."
At that point I could not stop laughing.
This went on for fifteen minutes.
I loved it.
Anyway....
You silly friends....
This is how the day went from there and in any other way to construe it.
The guy that initiated the conversation ended up dying from a great white shark bite to the head. Sad.
Then my gf came over. I love her. She is nice. She got tired.
But what is a mystery is as clear as a Timothy Leary. OH How does it feel?
You acid freaks...
Gosh stop trying to read into it to much.....
Oh.. I heard about this...
Grass blades. Mmmm insects, and bugs are a friends of that, but not so much of a cat. Cats want 'em dead. Oh! Sleep well Sunday morning slugs, they sleep better than you or me or me or your gf or your bf could dream of it. They just slither and that has to feel well, they don't even need to try. it's just the truth and that's the deal, they just let it happen, but they will send you many clues. Just don't make them sad
Justin
Friday, November 27, 2009
Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a black Friday.
*The writer is not responsible for anything that has been said*
First and foremost...
Hi, and hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.
Secondly...
I hope everyone made it through black Friday if they went shopping because, you could get trampled. Which I have heard is not pleasant! Hopefully, you got some great deals! Did anyone buy me a present?! COME ON!
Thirdly....
That's a word and while I was typing it I didn't think it was going to be, but after thinking about it longer, it certainly is! Anyway, how is everyone feeling this fine night? I am feeling full...... still. That could be because I have had Thanksgiving dinners in two consecutive days.
Both were very good.
On that topic,
The first was with her dad, brother, aunt, uncle, and cousins in Marine City. They had a nice house and they served a variety of taste treats and drinks. Deep fried turkey had to be the highlight of the night. After the meal there was heavy sleepage and there was a small Madden 10 tournament in which I won. HOLLA AT YA! (Clarification would have to state that there was only three people playing.)
The second was with my Felicia's dad, his gf, her kids and grandchildren. After the meal we came back to Felicia's dad's condominium and hung out. After about an hour or so his gf's grandchildren came with her back from their dinner. They both were basically asleep when they got there, but within about 8 minutes they both were fucking WIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They got there about 8:30 and for about two straight hours they were constant motion. They only started to slow down when Felicia said "Santa starts to watch children on Thanksgiving night for Christmas and if they aren't good on that night then he gets them less presents." They didn't buy that right away, but after a couple of reminders and then her saying "Santa will call me soon." And then my calling, pretending to be Santa... Things started to settle down.
On to today and the dinner that I consumed. I woke up randomly at 5:00 a.m. no one was awake, I used the bathroom, squinting the entire time. I was nearly asleep by the time my body hit the bed again... that very instance Felicia woke up and said "My throat is so dry, I'm so thirsty can you get me some water." After some sighing, I got it and was on my way back to sleep. I was re-awaken at 7:00 and continuously awaken after that every 20 minutes. Finally, Felicia and I decided that we should just get the hell up.
Further in the day...
I watched a portion of the Seinfeld marathon on TBS and really enjoyed that. There were periodic breaks in the watching when the children would go into freak out mode and we would have to find some random cartoon or kid show to have them watch for a while... I think the two of them had a combined attention span of 8............. 8 seconds.
I guess I will have to sum this up more quickly than imagined. Felicia, just informed me that people to like to read long blogs.
Anyway,
This is how the day went on. (I know that I have said that at least 3 times, probably more)
Gf's dad's gf had her family over... Well, those who would choose to attend. Those that would come were the girls that were already there, then two of her daughters then the father of the two grandkids that were there came. We ate, I don't think I ate that much, but damn it was good! Great potatoes. Great turkey, great gravy, great bread!!! GREAT BREAD!!!!
Felicia's dad is great. Felicia thinks that I am similar. I can see that for sure.
Night
*The writer is not responsible for anything that has been said*
First and foremost...
Hi, and hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.
Secondly...
I hope everyone made it through black Friday if they went shopping because, you could get trampled. Which I have heard is not pleasant! Hopefully, you got some great deals! Did anyone buy me a present?! COME ON!
Thirdly....
That's a word and while I was typing it I didn't think it was going to be, but after thinking about it longer, it certainly is! Anyway, how is everyone feeling this fine night? I am feeling full...... still. That could be because I have had Thanksgiving dinners in two consecutive days.
Both were very good.
On that topic,
The first was with her dad, brother, aunt, uncle, and cousins in Marine City. They had a nice house and they served a variety of taste treats and drinks. Deep fried turkey had to be the highlight of the night. After the meal there was heavy sleepage and there was a small Madden 10 tournament in which I won. HOLLA AT YA! (Clarification would have to state that there was only three people playing.)
The second was with my Felicia's dad, his gf, her kids and grandchildren. After the meal we came back to Felicia's dad's condominium and hung out. After about an hour or so his gf's grandchildren came with her back from their dinner. They both were basically asleep when they got there, but within about 8 minutes they both were fucking WIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They got there about 8:30 and for about two straight hours they were constant motion. They only started to slow down when Felicia said "Santa starts to watch children on Thanksgiving night for Christmas and if they aren't good on that night then he gets them less presents." They didn't buy that right away, but after a couple of reminders and then her saying "Santa will call me soon." And then my calling, pretending to be Santa... Things started to settle down.
On to today and the dinner that I consumed. I woke up randomly at 5:00 a.m. no one was awake, I used the bathroom, squinting the entire time. I was nearly asleep by the time my body hit the bed again... that very instance Felicia woke up and said "My throat is so dry, I'm so thirsty can you get me some water." After some sighing, I got it and was on my way back to sleep. I was re-awaken at 7:00 and continuously awaken after that every 20 minutes. Finally, Felicia and I decided that we should just get the hell up.
Further in the day...
I watched a portion of the Seinfeld marathon on TBS and really enjoyed that. There were periodic breaks in the watching when the children would go into freak out mode and we would have to find some random cartoon or kid show to have them watch for a while... I think the two of them had a combined attention span of 8............. 8 seconds.
I guess I will have to sum this up more quickly than imagined. Felicia, just informed me that people to like to read long blogs.
Anyway,
This is how the day went on. (I know that I have said that at least 3 times, probably more)
Gf's dad's gf had her family over... Well, those who would choose to attend. Those that would come were the girls that were already there, then two of her daughters then the father of the two grandkids that were there came. We ate, I don't think I ate that much, but damn it was good! Great potatoes. Great turkey, great gravy, great bread!!! GREAT BREAD!!!!
Felicia's dad is great. Felicia thinks that I am similar. I can see that for sure.
Night
*The writer is not responsible for anything that has been said*
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Another conversation with a Jerry Marshall
So.
Out of the blue my grandpa starts telling me a story of the last couple nights.
Here is the back story you will need to have to fully understand what I'm talking about. He has sleep apnea. Sleep apnea is while you're sleeping you periodically stop breathing. There is a machine that continuously blows air through a mask that you wear while you sleep to help you continue to breath when you have an episode of not breathing when you sleep.
The point of this story is that my grandpa told me this.....
Jerry: "I don't know if I'm having a dream when I do it or what the hell is going on. Either way the last two nights I have woken up and my machine has been ripped to shreds. It has been taken apart into as many pieces as it can possibly get to. Last night I woke up while I was doing it and said to myself, you damn fool what are you doing?! Two nights ago I woke up and my hose was under my chair and my mask was no where to be found, I had to have Jane crawl on her hands and knees for ten minutes before she finally found that thing."
Justin: "Why are you doing that?"
Jerry: "Hell if I know! Maybe I think it's my enemy."
Out of the blue my grandpa starts telling me a story of the last couple nights.
Here is the back story you will need to have to fully understand what I'm talking about. He has sleep apnea. Sleep apnea is while you're sleeping you periodically stop breathing. There is a machine that continuously blows air through a mask that you wear while you sleep to help you continue to breath when you have an episode of not breathing when you sleep.
The point of this story is that my grandpa told me this.....
Jerry: "I don't know if I'm having a dream when I do it or what the hell is going on. Either way the last two nights I have woken up and my machine has been ripped to shreds. It has been taken apart into as many pieces as it can possibly get to. Last night I woke up while I was doing it and said to myself, you damn fool what are you doing?! Two nights ago I woke up and my hose was under my chair and my mask was no where to be found, I had to have Jane crawl on her hands and knees for ten minutes before she finally found that thing."
Justin: "Why are you doing that?"
Jerry: "Hell if I know! Maybe I think it's my enemy."
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Yo-Yo Mahn
Today.
For some reason when I start to write I clear my throat. I guess that Felicia is right, when I am think that I am about to say something clever or have said something clever I clear my throat. Holla at ya!
I'm normal.
Do you ever sing random lyrics to songs? I know I do. It is songs that aren't even in my head too. I, Justin Marshall, randomly just sang, "CHAIN CHAIN CHAIN!"
I think that one of the best inventions ever has to go to XBOX live. It's a great thing.
Anyway,
My day consisted of random minutes that made up serious hours. Today is now yesterday, not sure how I am still awake, but i still am. I am seriously tired.
A pet peeve of mine is un-flushed toilets. I doesn't matter if you're a guy or a girl. Pee or poop. Either way it's really gross and annoying.
My day went like this...
Woke up, had the dog jump all over myself, helped my family do random things.
I then went and read the Bible with my pastor.
I then went home and ate and slept a little.
Then went and watched Smallville with my GF. She loves me a little. I love her a tad.
I have been watching South Park basically all day.
I am going to go to sleep before I end up with a spoon in my brain from an alien that notices a weakness in me. If you're tired I would watch out for that. They like the tired ones. They sorta like spoons, mainly they like you.
Justin
For some reason when I start to write I clear my throat. I guess that Felicia is right, when I am think that I am about to say something clever or have said something clever I clear my throat. Holla at ya!
I'm normal.
Do you ever sing random lyrics to songs? I know I do. It is songs that aren't even in my head too. I, Justin Marshall, randomly just sang, "CHAIN CHAIN CHAIN!"
I think that one of the best inventions ever has to go to XBOX live. It's a great thing.
Anyway,
My day consisted of random minutes that made up serious hours. Today is now yesterday, not sure how I am still awake, but i still am. I am seriously tired.
A pet peeve of mine is un-flushed toilets. I doesn't matter if you're a guy or a girl. Pee or poop. Either way it's really gross and annoying.
My day went like this...
Woke up, had the dog jump all over myself, helped my family do random things.
I then went and read the Bible with my pastor.
I then went home and ate and slept a little.
Then went and watched Smallville with my GF. She loves me a little. I love her a tad.
I have been watching South Park basically all day.
I am going to go to sleep before I end up with a spoon in my brain from an alien that notices a weakness in me. If you're tired I would watch out for that. They like the tired ones. They sorta like spoons, mainly they like you.
Justin
A conversation with a Jerry Marshall
Last night.
My grandpa walked by a little candy bowl in which I had filled with Sprees. This being directly after dinner. He decided to eat a spree, thinking it was an m&m. Chaos filled his mouth.
Jerry (Grandpa): "WHEW! What in God's name was that?! I thought it was an M&M. Oh my. WHEW!"
Justin: "You didn't like it?
Jerry: "Hell no. I don't even want those things near me! I might catch something.
So I place one right next to his hand.
Jerry: "Get that damn thing away from me!"
So I throw it toward the keyboard, it bounces and lands on the ground.
Jerry: "Oh God, now it's on the floor."
I laugh and he mocks my laugh for 2 minutes.
More to come.
My grandpa walked by a little candy bowl in which I had filled with Sprees. This being directly after dinner. He decided to eat a spree, thinking it was an m&m. Chaos filled his mouth.
Jerry (Grandpa): "WHEW! What in God's name was that?! I thought it was an M&M. Oh my. WHEW!"
Justin: "You didn't like it?
Jerry: "Hell no. I don't even want those things near me! I might catch something.
So I place one right next to his hand.
Jerry: "Get that damn thing away from me!"
So I throw it toward the keyboard, it bounces and lands on the ground.
Jerry: "Oh God, now it's on the floor."
I laugh and he mocks my laugh for 2 minutes.
More to come.
Monday, November 23, 2009
The Mistaken Identity of the Frog Blog
Hello,
My name is Frog Frogerstien. I was born a few hours ago when a certain Justin A. Marshall mentioned how similar a frog and a blog are.
He was right. I get it all the time these days.
I hop around doing things, you know, that frogs do and then all of a sudden I hop into someone that has a mini-laptop and he is typing away and typing away.
I ask, "What are you up to?"
He says, "Writing a blog, you should know all about it!"
That upsets me to no end. How am I supposed to make a name for myself or find a job when anytime I try to talk to a prospect they think I am talking about a blog!
I mean come on, I'm green, I'm slimy, I like the water, I produce tadpoles and those are my good qualities!
Blogs just consist of people writing whatever goobley gook comes to their mind! They could write about FISH if they wanted to.
I have mouths to feed and that doesn't even count the tadpoles in three separate ponds. Ohmylanta!
Ribit. Ribit.
Damn.
Getting a job isn't easy to begin with, but when I get possible employers calling me thinking I am some sort of blogger it just takes all the wind out of frog tail. Wait, I don't have a tail, excuse my trying to rhyme that was silly. Silly, that rhymes with lilly, oh lilly pads.
Happy Days... Starring Fonzi.
Anyway, stop confusing me with blogs.
Yours,
Frog Frogerstien
My name is Frog Frogerstien. I was born a few hours ago when a certain Justin A. Marshall mentioned how similar a frog and a blog are.
He was right. I get it all the time these days.
I hop around doing things, you know, that frogs do and then all of a sudden I hop into someone that has a mini-laptop and he is typing away and typing away.
I ask, "What are you up to?"
He says, "Writing a blog, you should know all about it!"
That upsets me to no end. How am I supposed to make a name for myself or find a job when anytime I try to talk to a prospect they think I am talking about a blog!
I mean come on, I'm green, I'm slimy, I like the water, I produce tadpoles and those are my good qualities!
Blogs just consist of people writing whatever goobley gook comes to their mind! They could write about FISH if they wanted to.
I have mouths to feed and that doesn't even count the tadpoles in three separate ponds. Ohmylanta!
Ribit. Ribit.
Damn.
Getting a job isn't easy to begin with, but when I get possible employers calling me thinking I am some sort of blogger it just takes all the wind out of frog tail. Wait, I don't have a tail, excuse my trying to rhyme that was silly. Silly, that rhymes with lilly, oh lilly pads.
Happy Days... Starring Fonzi.
Anyway, stop confusing me with blogs.
Yours,
Frog Frogerstien
Who could it be now?
To Whom it may concern,
Yes, so it's your friend or your completely unknown stranger, Justin Marshall. I decided to start this little blog. I really never thought that I would create a blog, it sounds way to much like frog. I would like to try to explain that to my grandpa when he is just waking up.
The convo would go something like this.
Justin: "Hey grandpa I started a blog."
Jerry (Grandpa): "You have a frog in the house? Oh God, get rid of that thing before it shits all over the place."
Justin: "Ok. Yep a frog. Bye."
Jerry: "Get me some more Ruby Red Squirt with some ice."
Justin: "K."
Anyway. I will be posting a lot of past stories that people have read will have to read again, or ignore.
I will also try to talk a little bit about my daily adventures.
Today.
I woke up around well, my mom texted me at 6:02 a.m. to tell me thanks for buying her a gift on yoville, which is a facebook application. Yes, seriously that happened. I tried to go back to sleep, but the dog came in and jumped directly onto my genitals. So I got up around 8:30. I watched the rest of the first season of Californication which happens to star David Duchovny, former star of X-Files, a childhood favorite of mine. Californication is a pretty great show, I recommend it.
Anyway, later that day I was to start my new job at Rite Aid, I didn't really know what to expect. Having a teaching degree and having my real estate license and getting a job as a cashier at Rite Aid to try to get some dependably money coming in seemed like a pretty solid plan. Back to the point, like I was saying, I didn't know what to expect, she had told me last week that I would mainly be filling out paperwork and doing things on the computer.
Anyway, after filling out the usual W-2, I-9, social security stuff, driver's license information and so on and so on.
Then began the New Hire Orientation computer program. I thought I knew what to sort of expect with this as I had done a similar one for McDonald's three years ago. It was similar, but it was very long. After it reminded me about not stealing from the company for about 25 minutes the program informed with enthusiastically what the RALLY CRY of Rite Aid is.... "WIN THEM OVER, BRING THEM BACK!" And after the two animated employees continued taking turns saying their war cry back and forth to each other they decided that I should join them. "Now you say it with us!" I sat there and I decided that I would internally join them. The manager walked in a little after they had gave up on me and I turned to the manager and said "Win them over, bring them back." She said, that's the old rally cry, now it's "It's my Rite Aid and I love it." Or it's something like that. Wow. Anyway, I continued to answer the questions like... OK new employee, take this scenario, the program then showed a video of a person that looked about 22 trying to buy some booze. The employee in the video asked for his I.D. the video then asked me.
Why did the employee ask for proof of age?
A.) Because he looked younger than 27 years old.
B.) Because the man is obviously over 50 years old.
This went on for almost 3 hours. I then left. And now I am here.
Talk to you tomorrow.
Yes, so it's your friend or your completely unknown stranger, Justin Marshall. I decided to start this little blog. I really never thought that I would create a blog, it sounds way to much like frog. I would like to try to explain that to my grandpa when he is just waking up.
The convo would go something like this.
Justin: "Hey grandpa I started a blog."
Jerry (Grandpa): "You have a frog in the house? Oh God, get rid of that thing before it shits all over the place."
Justin: "Ok. Yep a frog. Bye."
Jerry: "Get me some more Ruby Red Squirt with some ice."
Justin: "K."
Anyway. I will be posting a lot of past stories that people have read will have to read again, or ignore.
I will also try to talk a little bit about my daily adventures.
Today.
I woke up around well, my mom texted me at 6:02 a.m. to tell me thanks for buying her a gift on yoville, which is a facebook application. Yes, seriously that happened. I tried to go back to sleep, but the dog came in and jumped directly onto my genitals. So I got up around 8:30. I watched the rest of the first season of Californication which happens to star David Duchovny, former star of X-Files, a childhood favorite of mine. Californication is a pretty great show, I recommend it.
Anyway, later that day I was to start my new job at Rite Aid, I didn't really know what to expect. Having a teaching degree and having my real estate license and getting a job as a cashier at Rite Aid to try to get some dependably money coming in seemed like a pretty solid plan. Back to the point, like I was saying, I didn't know what to expect, she had told me last week that I would mainly be filling out paperwork and doing things on the computer.
Anyway, after filling out the usual W-2, I-9, social security stuff, driver's license information and so on and so on.
Then began the New Hire Orientation computer program. I thought I knew what to sort of expect with this as I had done a similar one for McDonald's three years ago. It was similar, but it was very long. After it reminded me about not stealing from the company for about 25 minutes the program informed with enthusiastically what the RALLY CRY of Rite Aid is.... "WIN THEM OVER, BRING THEM BACK!" And after the two animated employees continued taking turns saying their war cry back and forth to each other they decided that I should join them. "Now you say it with us!" I sat there and I decided that I would internally join them. The manager walked in a little after they had gave up on me and I turned to the manager and said "Win them over, bring them back." She said, that's the old rally cry, now it's "It's my Rite Aid and I love it." Or it's something like that. Wow. Anyway, I continued to answer the questions like... OK new employee, take this scenario, the program then showed a video of a person that looked about 22 trying to buy some booze. The employee in the video asked for his I.D. the video then asked me.
Why did the employee ask for proof of age?
A.) Because he looked younger than 27 years old.
B.) Because the man is obviously over 50 years old.
This went on for almost 3 hours. I then left. And now I am here.
Talk to you tomorrow.
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