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About Me

Hii! Welcome to myspace, nut-shelled me, Jake. By reading all that is listed, you still will not know me; neither my best friend nor my mom completely understands who I am. Basically, I love life, but I still have my downs. Let me get this out—NO, I WILL NOT HOOK UP WITH YOU!!!! Ok. I am double majoring in Political Science and Public Relations with a minor in French. Yes, it’s a lot of work, but I still have fun!
I love everything that is completely different; I embrace new things with an open mind. There are two pet peeves that I have. Never fall under or between these two categories: poor grammar and close-mindedness. Conservatives really irritate me. Speaking of conservatives, I get hate mail once a month. But, I do love hate mail—that shows that you are so insecure with your beliefs and yourself that you have to attack other people. Pathetic people make me laugh. So, feel free to send…bitches
Never regret! I have utilized this belief since my freshman year. From every situation I have encountered, I have always created a moral or conviction or memory to help me in my future that will contribute to my well-being. Yes, I know I am young, so fucking get over it. You have a small penis. I am very witty, and I can be pretty nasty when tampered with. Beware.
I love clubbing and going out. Never have I been a couch potato, nor will I ever be one. I love different cultures! How cliché it is for so many people to say that they hate drama! Everyone says that! But, we all know that most of these people are encased in drama. I don’t like drama. Believe it or not, but I am actually pretty chill and not high maintenance But, if someone that I don’t know tries to light a match around me, I will poor Osama’s oil on that match, take a blow-torch, and burn that fuck out of you, so you will have to get your hair did and a chemical peel. Trust. I analyze people. I make conclusions about you quickly—‘snap judgments’. And they are right, 97% of the time
For some reason, people are intimidated by me or apprehensive or not sociable when they first me. I connect with anyone; I find the good in anyone. I do not hold grudges- not worth my time. I quickly transition from mad to happy when someone makes me discontent. With others, I communicate well. I can spend all night talking with someone. I am an idealist but also a realist. My friends are fierce, and I love them for that. They are real.
”Wish that we could, blow up the speakers Over and over, tell jokes and secrets Forever, your lady, you act right, then maybe Ain't nothing to talk about, with the music loud So they won't hear me say...”
Fuck you if you believe I can’t marry the one I love. Fuck you for not believing a woman has a right to choose her future. Fuck you for not being my friend.
Vote in the elections. It is your future.
Thank God for being single.
Margaret Cho is my idol.
Dislikes: Ignorance, poor grammar, authority, country music, losing my keys, westerns, rude people, hangovers, Republicans, crispy French fries, mornings, when government and religion are used together, George W. Bush, expensive drinks, poor servers (food), global warming, wet socks, cold food that is meant to be warm, bitches, stupid bitches, war, loud bitches when I am trying to sleep, LSAT, people who don’t tip, death, bad breath, gaining weight, cold weather, bad drinks, not being tan, soft core porn, and excessive use of oil and butter
Likes: crazy bitches, Mariah Carey, cheese

My Blog

The Torch

Insurmountable is this A divine corruption Of a diamond cascading Into a river of suction Flailing to the depths Of damaging diligence Though a path Is crafted of sense Ruptured by Delphi Is this wind...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 05:09:00 GMT

The buffer

  .. --> @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> Translucent, I can see you Though doesn't mirror The reflection Of this buffer Calculated moves Suppre...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 01:44:00 GMT

Think

. The scent has changed. The wind has shifted. Directions have changed. The colors, vibrant and illuminating, are nebulous but named. Portentous and polished, the gaping gazes are fixed, disquieting...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 17:04:00 GMT

Caco-phony

Deserted in a sepulcherOf Darkness and thornsPushed into theDeepest cave of scornStagnant clouds of Must and bodies Piled in, similar to meVacant and fragrantHe looks down, gliblyDistracted, he moves ...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 20:28:00 GMT

My theme song

So I don’t normally do this, but I found it fitting. This song hit me, not literally, but it is amazing how every line is conrguent with my life (sans the first verse). Listen to the song and re...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 19:15:00 GMT

Quarters

Quarters Heads. 2007. Shinny, new, and authentic. The uncovering of the quarter revealed its conscious effort to remain the same. This quarter was astonishing, as it was before the flip. Friendly....
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 11:57:00 GMT

The Wind Blows

The Wind Blows Sun dwindling down On the evergreen trees Fruits blossoming Echoing on the sea The wind blows Endless horizons Halos of birds Children dancing Cheerful words The wind blows This time ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 14:33:00 GMT

The Revolution

It was hypothesized by Marx, a political philosopher that the middle, working class would revolutionize and take over the bourgeoisie. However, this concept was founded hundreds of years ago, and time...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 15:40:00 GMT

Waiting

Never will I search for relationships like a child fervently trying to find an Easter Egg to boast to all of his/her friends about the size and neat design, nor shall I target people to exploit them f...
Posted by on Wed, 03 May 2006 13:49:00 GMT

Imagine

Imagine...   The curtain is unbridled, Infinite grime Is almost removed From our wine   Pink fireflies Are eulogized For the breath Of the euphoric wind.   Unknown: The scent of your s...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 20:02:00 GMT