A Peculiar Obsession

I text way too much.

I text like Bobby Fischer play chess. I try to anticipate what the response will be and start to formulate a witty response. I try and think about two or three texts ahead. I highly doubt that I'm the only one that does this. Come on, originality is dead. I just realized that I compared myself to Bobby Fischer. That might not have been on purpose, I haven't decided yet.

I also am completely OCD about my texting. I tend to proof-read each text to make sure I don't sound like a complete baboon, I do that enough when I speak in person. While texting, I make sure that all my punctuation and grammar are correct (or what my own perception of correct is) and then I do that two or three more times. A disapproving tingle goes down my back every time I receive a "LOL" or a "brb". Maybe I'm just too old. I go as far as opening my word processor to check spelling sometimes.

I think I'm sick in the head.

One Soul

One soul
Lies in wait
For another soul
that lies in wait
to become one
with another soul.

-J

Look at me! I'm a contradiction!

Look, I know that it is a writer's demise to blatantly write what it is on their mind. Writer's prefer to be symbolic and obtuse.

It's a good thing I am not a writer.

Here are some things on my mind:

1. I am in a moral dilemma. I was given a progress report in my Biology class and I think I was given to high of a grade on one of my tests. This brings up another issue though: Who cares? There are starving people, sick people, needy people, people people that have much more serious problems that I should care about. How can I shed my selfish skin? Blah.

2. Girls. Oh wait, that's a constant. And by girls, I mean girl. There are problems not being in relationships and there are problems being in relationships. It's basically boils down to the battle you choose to fight. Actually, maybe it shouldn't be a battle. Maybe just a scuffle. A love scuffle. Haha, I just made myself laugh.

3. Money. Let's just say...no...nevermind. Next.

4. Music. Recent obsession: Of Montreal. Listen to them. I command it.

5. Taco Bell. A small whole was pricked into my heart when they got rid of Grande Quesadilla. I know, completely trivial. Get over it.

6. My mom. I kinda miss her.

7. My bed. I've slept in my bed twice in the past three weeks. I end up on a couch in my room and wake up with a pain in my back. You'd think I would learn. Welcome to stubborn Jacob.

Queens of the Stone Age put it best when they sang: "I want something good to die for, to make it beautiful to live."

I couldn't put it better myself. I need more substance. And a Dr. Pepper.

Things I worry about because I work for a small company:

(No real order)

1. If I'm going to get paid when I'm supposed to.

2. If there is going to be toilet paper in the bathroom.

3. If there is going to be soap in the bathroom.

4. If there is going to be a bathroom.

5. If I will ever work for myself.

6. What I'm going to have for dinner.