Eye Of The Beheld

Created the eye in Adobe Flash, and then put the entire thing together in Photoshop ^_^

Now to find an actual place in the blog to put it…

I’ll see if Wordpress we’ll let me use it asa banner or something, otherwise creating this would have been practically useless apart from the fact that it filled the space in my soul called BOREDOM.

I guess it’s update time now.

In relation to my past post, my whole school schedule thing has been figured out. It isn’t perfect, and I had to make some sacrifices, but I think in the end it’ll be worth it. Life has a way of making it’s own path, and I’ve learned that the best way to deal with it is by going with the flow.

And if anybody is actually reading this, pay attention to the long-left-ignored YouTube channel the my friends and I run, 3 Mellow Guys and a Girl ( http://www.youtube.com/user/3MellowGuysAndAGirl ), because I will be posting a very exciting (at least in my opinion) video full of big announcements and stuff like that.

Well that pretty much concludes today’s post, now it’s time for me to figure out the Wordpress admin thingy.

Peace,

-J.P.

I’m posting.

It’s 10:18.

I’m 16.

Today I got my marks from school but no schedule for next year, and from what I hear a lot of other people did. I feel incredibly left out and kind of angry towards my school. But I’m still chill. I’m always chill. Is that a good thing? And even though I’m still chill, I am annoyed. Annoyed that everyone can compare their schedules and yet I can’t because I have no schedule to compare.

Right now I’m just hoping that I’m not the only one who has this problem and that this problem isn’t bigger than I think it is. What if somehow I’m unable to take the classes I want to? What if in the process of making the schedules they forgot me and now I’m stuck with the crappy classes? I don’t want another crappy year. Crappy is getting tiring. I want amazing.

But I know that I’m over-worrying about this. Everything’s going to turn out fine.

(But now that I say that everything’s going to go wrong arrrgghhh)

I extremely not-like it when things go wrong.

I swear if they screwed up my schedule and somehow gave me the classes opposite of what I want, I’m going to be angry. Beyond angry.

Rancor.

-J.P.

You really ought to read this.

It may change your life.

Yesterday, Michael Jackson died.

Tomorrow I turn 16.

Today is the bridge between these two very important moments in my life. Originally I was going to talk only about the last 16 years of my life in this little shindig, but I might as well say my opinion about the death of the king of pop.

It’s kind of weird for me, because in the last week I’ve had many conversations about Michael Jackson (and at the time he was still living), and that he died at a time where I started listening to his music more. I dunno.

16 years ago I was about to be born. Around a decade ago I moved from my hometown of London, Ontario to Cambridge, Ontario. For better or for worse, I don’t know. I was too young for it to make a difference to me. I stayed there for around 6-7 years maybe, and then I moved to St. George, Ontario. At that time, I was old enough for it to make a difference. I thought that my life was over.

And to my surprise, I found out that it was only beginning. It’s been 3-4 years since I moved to St. George, and there have been good times and rough patches, but mostly good times. Before St. George I was on a quest to find myself, and now one day before my 16th birthday, I have indeed found myself.

Over my life I have faced pounds of bullshit. Pounds and pounds of it. And as protection I’ve formed a kind of mental shield, an “I don’t give a shit about anything” attitude. Doesn’t mean I do. It’s just a shield.

When I look at the reactions for Michael Jackson’s death, half if it is mourning and the other half of it goes along the lines of “Now twelve-year old boys around the world can rest safely”. First of all I’d like to say that he was found not guilty. Second, have a little respect for the dead, people.

Anyway, at this moment I am the happiest I have been in maybe a year and a bit. What can I say? I had a good month in an alright year. And now I’ve got this ominous feeling that this month is only a taste of what’s to come. Hopefully.

Tomorrow I’m going to wake up to Feeling Good (this version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inW91qRDGwI ), open my birthday presents, go to work (I know v_v), eat a frigging huge burger, and say hello to a new chapter in my life.

It’s a new dawn.

It’s a new day.

It’s a new life, for me.

And I’m FEELING GOOD!

- J.P.

I feel… great.

How did this happen?

I suppose it’s the number of self-revealing things that have happened to me in the last week. I hope this feeling lasts, because really it’s awesome. It’s like there’s a little Spongebob running around in my head singing, “I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m ready!”

This is the first Friday I’ve had in a long time where I haven’t been dead tired. Woot! (although I’m thinking of changing my submittion day to Wednesday, Tuesday, or Thursday, I’ll think about it)

24 days until my 16th birthday, and then I’ll officially be able to drive. But y’know, I have to do all those tests first, yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah. I’m not really planning on buying a car though. I’d rather spend my money on books, and save up for University. And considering I plan on living in a big city when I grow up, it’d probably be faster for me to take the bus or subway around to places.

I’m writing again, going back to something I started last summer. Pretty pumped, and so far it’s one of my most spread-out stories, and I’m fairly impressed at myself for that.

Before I sign off I would like to thank the people who have screwed me over or have though about screwing me over. Without you, who knows what I would be like?

- J.P.

(R.I.P. David Carradine)

Tired.

That is what I am.

But it’s different than my usual tired. It’s more of a fufilling tired. Probably because I had a fufilling day.

This morning I woke up ready and alert at 6:35 on the dot to the sound of “Never Gonna Give You Up.” Yeah, I know. Can’t a guy have some fun?

Anyway, you’re probably wondering WHY I woke up alert and ready at 6:35 on the dot (which I admit, is strange. Usually it takes me another 20 minutes to actually wake up). Here’s the awnser: I had to be on a bus to Buffalo, New York by 8:15am, and I had to be ready to be picked up from my house at 7:40am. There really wasn’t any problem getting ready. Got to the bus pretty much on time.

And let me tell you, the bus was NICE. Nicest bus I’ve ever been in, pretty much. A great change from the normal yellow school bus I have to take every morning, I can tell you. We got to watch Slumdog Millionare, and it was awesome (well, we didn’t get to watch all of it, because on the way back from Buffalo we just HAD to watch Twilight, blegh).

First thing we did in Buffalo was the NBC studios in Buffalo. It was neat actually, getting to see all the stuff that goes on behind the pretty faces and the sets. Can’t say it’s quite the business for me, but it was awesome anyway.

After that we went over to the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, but we weren’t able to go in because we were an hour and 15 minutes early. But I was alright with that, because I got time to some time outside with my friends. Good times. After we spent that hour and 15 minutes wandering around outside we finally went inside, and got a tour from a totally awesome, charismatic ex-history teacher. The art was awesome. I think this was the first time I was actually interested in Art History.

After the Art Gallery we went to the mall in Buffalo, where me and my friends avoided being caught by security gaurds while the others were being chaperoned for some odd reason. The odd reason is that people under 18 aren’t allowed to roam the mall freely because of gang fights that happened back in 2003 and 2004. We eventually got rounded up and kicked out, even though we weren’t causing much of a disturbance.

So this raises a question: Was it discrimintion of my age group or is it just being safe?

Why ban the good kids from being allowed to roam a mall freely because of what some bad kids did some 5 years ago? Is that a justifiable reason? Not sure. All I know was that I wasn’t causing any trouble. None of us was brawling in the middle of the mall.

I think that can be a topic for next week, right now I got to finish my story.

So we were kicked out of the mall. We waited on the curb for maybe half an hour or so until our bus finally came along and we all piled on. When I was on the bus it came to me that I was the only student on the bus that didn’t buy anything. I don’t really mind, I don’t need any more material things. The thing I value most from the trip is the things that I learned, and the valuable time I spent with friends.

Because in the end those are the two most valuable things: Knowledge and love.

See ya next friday (positively!),

-J.P.

I was unable to post last night because I was switching desks, and because of that my computer was unusable. I spent a good part of today getting used to my new desk, and it still feels kind of weird. There’s so much space.

But the aggravating thing is that during the re-setup of my computer the speakers blew and now I’m without a way to listen to music/videos. That’s the strangest part of it all, that I can’t hear what’s happening.

Anyway, that’s all I really have for this week,

-J.P.

I’m still stuck between writing 3 new books, plus all the other writings that I want to get done. I hate it when things like this build up on me.  The only way to try and fix this big work load is to take it one project at a time. I’m going to try to start doing that.

I’m currently listening to Lost! by Coldplay. Catchy song. Very inspiring, at least to me. It’s one of those songs that makes you want to push on, to trudge through the daily manure each and every one of us has to deal with.

Don’t forget to check out my devART ( http://active-radio.deviantart.com/ ) every once in a while. Always putting new stuff up, whether it’s good or bad is up to you. Don’t be afraid to critique me, I’ve developed a mental shield over the years that protects me from anything truly negative. I won’t be mad, and I probably will take whatever advice you can offer.

Well that’s it for tonight, see you next friday!

- J.P.

I had today off, and I keep on thinking it’s Saturday.

Now I could flood you with excuses of why I didn’t update last Friday, but I won’t. I simply forgot.

I’ve recently come to the conclusion that the awnsers to some questions cannot be answered, and yet I keep on trying to awnser them. I think it’s because that without these questions there would be no sense of meaning. I can definitely feel a sense of meaning.

If someone asks me one of the “big questions”, I will usually awnser with “I don’t know, nor do I care.” I suppose it’s the truth.

In the last year my views on life have changed greatly. I used to be an innocent, young writer with huge ambitions and fantastic ideas on how the world could be better, but now my mind seems to be running on overtime. It seems like I need to do everything for everyone, that the last generation is pushing the world onto my shoulders, saying: “Good luck in fixing the mess we made!”

I don’t feel as innocent as I did at the beginning of this blog. I’ve grown up a lot faster than the others of my generation, and sometimes fine myself saying: “Those darn teenagers, they’re absoloutely no good.”

That’s enough for this friday,

-J.P.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVKlFT58Zwc&feature=related

I’m infuriated.

FOX is an idiotic, wrongly inform, contracdicting, and overly-nationalist news station. They’re giving media a bad name. They act off Canadian stereotypes, that we’re “homely, lazy people who sit around in igloos drinking beer”. I’m tired of it. I’m going to do something about it. I’m calling for people offenended or angered to speak up against FOX, whether it’s on Twitter, Facebook, DevART, on a forum, or on your own blog. I’ll be doing it.

Greg Gutfeld, and his ‘Red Eye’ program needs to be scrapped, taken to the curb. FOX needs to start getting better newscasters, and start using actual sources for once.

FOX gives the rest of the media a bad name. Media doesn’t equal mind control, but FOX does equal corruption.

Still see you tomorrow,

J.P.

It’s friday.

Why?

Why does it have to be friday?

Just because some long dead person said so? I don’t like fridays. I don’t like fridays more than Bob Geldof doesn’t like Mondays. I wanna shoot the whole day down. I’m sorry for the random thoughtfullness. I’ve spent my enitre week sitting around playing The Elders Scrolls: Oblivion, rather than sitting in classroom.

I just don’t like Fridays. I like Mondays, because it’s the beginning of a new week, a new adventures, new things to learn. Friday is a day of endings. I don’t like endings. I don’t like reading them, and I don’t really like writing them, and I especially don’t like experiencing them. Friday is closing time, and I don’t know who I want to take me home.

I’m sorry for all the song references. I’m done for tonight. See you next week, hopefully with a real topic.

-J.P.