Monty Blog

Title? We don't need no stinking title!

2006-10-30T23:33:00.000-07:00

So. It's been a few days now. A fair bit has happened. I'll start off with good, and slowly drift into the inevitable not so good. I'm learning Viola. That's a good thing. I got to play the Mermaid. A priceless violin, that sells for 30 thousand dollars. It was quite frightening, actually. I didn't want to touch it. Well, I got to hang out with Wes and Joe over the weekend, that was good. Jake was being a freak, and what not, and didn't hang out on saturday. Whatever. Ok, let's just jump into the inevitable not so good. Nothing is happening between Christine and I no more than a friendship basis. Good for her, I suppose. Not so good for me. Umm... Well I won't go into details on that, mostly because I don't know exactly what is classified and what isn't. I do know this is in the open, though: She still loves McKray. No surprise to anyone, I'm sure. I am really happy that she has Love in her life, I just hope that it isn't like it was before, because that wasn't good for anyone, and everyone knows it. Well, I went to bed before I finished this, so this is what you get.

Hate

2006-10-17T01:39:00.000-06:00

Look, I am tired of hate. We can't go around in this life just hating everyone, or even anyone. I am tired of being angry. I'm tired of being the kid that scowls, that doesn't speak, that people are afraid of. I've seen those looks in the halls, while I am playing, and I'm tired of it. Right now, I'd like to apologize to pretty much everyone. I doubt most of these people will read this, but I gotta say it.

Mom - I'm sorry I stopped caring about school. I know I shouldn't have fucked up so bad, and I know that I could have done better, but the fact of the matter is that I fucked up, and I'm trying to fix it. I realize that I am a disappointment, but I'm working on fixing my life up.

Dad - I'm sorry that I'm not really involved with the family as much as I probably should be. Over the summer I separated myself as much as I could. I've been trying to be less hostile, and it's going alright, but it'll take a lot more work.

Grandma and Grandpa - I really hated the fact that you guys were moving into the backyard. I really did. I thought, "Great, Grandpa comes and lectures me when he is here once a month, now it's every day!" But it's not that bad. I sometimes think that Grandpa is just a stupid old man, but really, I know he knows a hell of a lot more than me, and I should listen to him, no matter how much he makes me feel stupid.

Matt - I'm sorry I'm so hostile towards you. I know I shouldn't be, and that I should just be alright with you, but it's hard when I am constantly being put down. I know it's just "brotherly love" but it needs to be toned down on both are parts. I'm always here if you need sound run for a small show.

Jill - Too many times I have called you a bitch. I realize you are out there on your own now, and your trying to deal with that, and you have been pretty nice to me, and understanding. Please, Jill, if you read this, chill out about Christine, I really like her, and she's a great girl, just give her another shot, with an open mind. There is always way too much miscommunication. I'm sorry I haven't helped to clear up the miscommunication, but if you ever need something explained about what's going on with me, just ask, don't assume. I'm always here if you want to talk and figure things out.

Christine - I like you. A lot. I know you know this, and you have said you like me, but sometimes it doesn't seem like you do. I'm sorry I assume waaaay too much. Too many times I've just gone with what everyone else says, and not what you say, or not even confronted you about it. I'm sorry I assume it all. I've been working on it, and just getting shit out on the table. I love you, don't ever stop being the great person you are.

Joe - I'm sorry I can be such an ass hole to you. It's really not what I intend on doing, but I do it. Sometimes it isn't even to your face. I know, I know, it's fucked up, and I'm stopping. Enough of my stupid drama bull shit, and time to get on with living my life, without putting others down and belittling them over things I don't even know the half of. I love ya, man, your fucking family.

McKray - God, where to start. I've been such a fucking ass hole to you, it's not even funny. You weren't always nice to me, but when you would try to fix things, I would just throw it all in your face, and dismiss it as bullshit. This was wrong. I shouldn't have done it. Yeah, we've had our differences, but you know what, it's nothing we can't overcome. I hope you're doing well with the MC. Hooah!

Tyson - I find you extremely annoying at times, and I have a somewhat short fuse with you. I should really have more patience, and I know I can, I just have to do it. I admit, sometimes I just ignore the phone calls, and try to get away from you. I really need to just be upfront with you a lot more, and stop trying to drop hints. I need to express how I feel about you, and let you know when it's time for us to split ways.

Mr. Mo - I pulled a lot of shit on you. I must say, I absolutely hated you. I thought that you were a complete failure as a band director. I'm sorry I always dissed you, and bad mouthed you, and was a general insurgent. I won't say I liked you, or that I do now. I'm sorry I was such an ass to you, and a thorn in the bands foot. I should have been more supportive of all your methods, to try and help the band be more supportive and ultimately, learn more. I'm sorry.

Rich - I pulled a lot of shit you will probably never know. Only my techie friends will ever know that shit. I'm sorry for it, all the same.

Well, that's not everyone, but all for now. Next week I will probably continue the list. It's two in the morning now, and I think I ought to go to sleep. Today, Tuesday, October 17, 2006, I declare that I am starting a new lifestyle. A new me. One who is kinder to people, more understanding, less assuming, and generally, a nicer person. Goodnight, Blog

Jared

Goddamn

2006-10-10T22:55:00.000-06:00

So I haven't posted in a few days. First off, I'm changing schools. There is at least a 50% chance of me going to Mill Creek for the rest of my schooling, and if not Mill Creek, Pine View, if they accept me, that is. So I have to say, I am fucking stupid. I pine over this girl, and when it comes down to it, I'm stupid. She says one stupid little thing and it gets to me, and I don't express myself like I should. Oh, fuck the pronoun game. So I was hanging out with Christine, and she said something about her being a terrible person, not everyone needs to know the details, well it got to me. It really did, not that I said it did, but I knew she knew, and she knew I knew she knew. She kept asking me "what?" meaning, "What is wrong?" or possibly, "what are you thinking?" and I kept saying "Nothing." or "I don't know," both of which, are complete lies. So we were listening to Evanesence, and she knows the song Anywhere means a lot to me emotionally, and I think she put it on just to see how I would react. Well, I kissed her, but this time, she didn't kiss back. That was another big deterrence. But when I sit back down, she is smiling at me. Am I wrong in being completely confused by this? So she gets a phone call from someone, and says "I'm going now." So I walk her out as usual, and I give her a hug, as usual. See, I usually kiss her goodbye. For some stupid fucking reason, I couldn't. I looked at her, and I felt like a 2 inch pig weight dropped in my stomach. Maybe I am getting too attached. I know I'm not the only guy for her, and I realize I will never live up to some stuff that Mckray has done, and Joe, if you're reading this, he did do some good before he left. I can't live up to that, and I know it. Not to mention that there is basically a fucking fan club dedicated to having feelings toward Christine. Great, this makes my odds wonderful, and boosts my confidence. She could pick any one of them, shit, any three of them. Maybe I thought that I was the only guy for her right now. Ok, I did think that. Maybe I was wrong. I haven't been "the only guy" for someone in a long time. At least a year now. Even then, I knew the girl had feelings for other guys, because it's highschool, and that's what is supposed to happen, but shit. Who knows, maybe I was right. Shit, I need to talk to her, she's off to meet someone somewhere, though. Maybe I'll call her later. Well, I know one thing. She's the only girl for me.

Ok, so I haven't posted in a few days

2006-09-17T21:33:00.000-06:00

Ok, yeah, so what's up? That's cool. So I think I will give you the details as of late in backwards order. So today we moved in my grandparents into their new house in the back yard. Shit. I didn't want them to move in, but oh well, too late now. Ok, Friday: I leave school 12:00, and head up to Salt Lake with my family -Jill. My dad, Matt, and I go to Gigantour, which is a giant metal show with about 8 or 9 metal bands. The first opening band we saw sucked a lot of ass. The second band, Overkill, was from the 80s and had some talent, but not too much creativity. The third band was Arch Enemy. They have a female grunt vocalist. Very neat. They had talent, but not very good sound quality. Now, Opeth comes out. That is the whole reason we went. Opeth was AMAZING!!!! They were funny, too. So much talent, and great sound quality. Now, Lamb of God played... They were silly. It really was silly. I swear they just played the same song over and over with different lights. We left before Megadeth played. It was loads of fun. Ok, so I have been hanging out with Christine a lot. I really really like her. I cherish any moment I can actually hang out with her, seeing as she lives in Cedar. I just wished she would call more often, but I understand she has a job, and homework, and whatnot. So yeah... That's all that's really been up lately. Oh, and tech. Lots and lots of tech, still. But yeah, Moving my grandparents, seeing metal shows, hanging out with a beautiful, wonderfully exquisite girl, and teching. There it is. My life. Oh, and hanging out with Joe and Jake. I like doing that on occasion, too. Miss you guys. I have such a fucking easy life, it's starting to piss me off.

The previous posts

2006-09-05T17:30:00.000-06:00

Look, I don't know what happened last night. I just exploded, and I don't know why. I think I was on my period... yeah... Sorry about that. So I would just like to say: Christine, I'm sorry for what I said in those posts, I can't take it back, but I can tell you that I don't think it anymore. It is the first time I have even remotely thought that. I guess I just let my doubt and depression get the better of me. Christine, you are a wonderful, beautiful person, and I feel that I am privileged to know you at all, let alone as well as I do. I'm sorry. I love you.

Jared

2006-09-05T06:46:00.000-06:00

Yeah, all that, and I love her all the same.

=(

2006-09-05T01:06:00.000-06:00

Fuck. This fucking sucks. You know what I hate? Crying myself to sleep. You know what I hate more? Not having a good fucking reason! Fuck!!!!!!!!! I. GOD. FUXCCKJL!!!! She kisses me, and tells me it will never work, she says one thing, and does another. I hate it! She once told me a kiss meant something, that it was special. FUCK. If it was so special, why not try a little courtesy? You didn't even fucking return my god damn phone call. You know what I realized? That whenever I want to talk to you, I have to make contact. When I want to see you, I invite you, and hope, fucking pray, that you can fit me in, for only a minute. You know, I doubt she even ever really cared. Sure, she says she does, and acts like it...sometimes... I doubt she ever told anyone that she kissed me, and does kiss me. I can't stand it. I asked her if by kissing me, she wanted to take things farther than just flirting, and you know what she said "You and I both know it would be hard." Yeah, I know it wouldn't be easy, but shit, what the fuck good is something if it's fucking easy? Sure, you don't want a fucked up relationship, and if it got bad, sure, end it, but not even try, not because you say it's not worth it, which you never said, you said because it's hard. And it really cheeses my fucking goat when you say your done with that FUCKBAG of a person, Mckray Jones, and still talk to him, and do shit with him. FUCK! Why the fuck do my stupid fucking problems look even stupider written out???? GOD! Now this is just making me realize how fucking stupid I am, first off for thinking I had a chance with you, and second, for thinking my stupid fucking problems actually mean a shit to anyone else. I'm alone in this fucking world, better get used to it, I have a ways to go.

FUCK!

2006-08-28T22:41:00.000-06:00

Goodness Gracious...

2006-08-27T23:55:00.000-06:00

So yesterday was AMAZING! I was hanging out with Jake, and getting windows back on my compy. You see, I had linux for about a week, using various distros, and I could never get onto my ntfs formatted harddrives, which contained about 300 gig of my stuff. So we get windows on, and Colter comes to get our video camera. Ok. I ask what for. "Dynamite, Barrett, the usual." No big deal, seen it before. "Oh, and the silver mine." Holy shit! Kevin doesn't do this often at all. So I hear about the silver mine, and immediately call Joe and tell him we are going to pick him up. Jake and I get driving, and end up at his dorm, and wait for him to get home. He gets home, and we take off, acquiring our good friend Wes, and my new friend Danielle, who is with Wes... I think. Anyway, we drive back, and the were just taking down the Barrett. OK, cool. So I explain to Jake, Joe, Wes, and Danielle what this silver mine deal is. we walk out on to a rebar grid with 10 inch holes, which spans a mine that is about 100-120 feet and about as wide as a living room. Once out there, we pour gasoline into a can, light the gasoline in the tin can, and pour it down the hole. If poured slowly, the speed heats it up to blue point, and it creates little blue balls of fire plummeting 100 feet, to which they create a fire at the bottom of the shaft. If poured quickly, it starts burning in the air, and creates a suspended fireball. If you keep pouring, the fireball grows, because the gas is reaching the fire suspended in the air. Pour enough, and you get a stream of fire engulfing 10 teenage boys, and one middle aged man 15 feet above their heads. It was AWESOME!!!!! It was simply amazing. Wes is now devoid of hair on his arms, and if you know Wes, you know how much hair that is. So after the fireballs, we all bolt. We head back up to cedar, and hang out there. We started watching the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, I played guitar, and we ate cake. I became better acquainted with Kyle, Joe's roomy. He's cool. We stayed till 5, and Jake and I got to my house at 6, at which point I crash, with lights and clothes still on, and in three hours, I headed to Vegas. I got pants, and music books. I came home, and lounged, now I am writing this, and just finishing it. I'm going to bed now. I have school in the morning. Fuck.

Miss you guys,
Jared

Yeah...

2006-08-24T01:06:00.000-06:00

I'm in ecstasy... I am in heaven... I feel like I haven't felt in a very long time... =)...

Day the Third

2006-08-20T23:10:00.000-06:00

Joe moves in the morning. I'll miss him. Christine moves on Thursday. I'll miss her, too. I was on speaker phone with Katie and Christine just barely, from Christine's phone. I was hoping it was Christine calling to talk, but Katie did all the talking, and really, I just listened to them laugh. I hate being alone. Oh well, better get used to it now, it's not changing. I really hate the fact that both Joe and Christine vent to me about each other. I really, /really/ like Christine, and it bugs me when Joe says shit about her, and it bugs me more when Christine won't stop talking about Joe. It seems that everyone likes Joe more, but I can't blame them. He's more fun, less depressing, and funnier than me, who wouldn't like him more? Plus, with Christine, let's be honest, I don't have a real chance. She moves on THURSDAY! Sure, she might keep contact for a while, but she's making a new life starting thursday. I have no doubt I'll get rubbed out sooner or later. I feel more for Christine than almost anyone else, and she is good for me, generally. I'm happier with her, more relaxed. I laugh easier with her than anyone else. I'm really gonna miss her. But it pains me so much to see her hanging out with Mckray, and pining over Joe. I realized recently that I really honestly like Christine a lot. Christine said she /kinda/ likes me /a little./ I suck at this thing called life. I blow things out of proportion. I thought that when she said she likes me, she meant that she might actually like me, not sorta think she might. Oh well. Like I said, I'm getting used to the thought of being alone. I'm getting used to crying, too. God, I sound so fucking emo. But I won't lie, tears have been shed for her. Many tears have been shed.

Number Two

2006-08-17T00:10:00.000-06:00

So this is post number two for the return. Guess what? I'm number two, as well. I have been hanging out with Christine a lot lately. I like her a lot. Yeah... But I realized tonight that as long as Joe isn't freaking out, I will always be at least second on the list. Silly me, thought there was more than there is. I tend to do that. I thought it was just the girl, but no, it's me. Happened with more than one. I'm fucked. Up, that is. Well, yeah. School started. I'm a junior now. Holy shit, huh? My dad's home, that's good. Fuck. I suck at life. I think that in the long run, I will inevitably lose. But then, don't we all? Why do I always think more is happening? What is wrong with me? I thought she honestly just liked me. "a little." Ha. Oh well. Maybe I'm just depressed that all my friends, save Katie, Ashley, and Scott, two of which I don't hang out with, are moving. Yeah, so I only have 6 friends. Joe and Christine I am really sad about. Jake, not so much, he's already left. I got over that. I am very sad about Christine. I just started to be good friends with her again, now she leaves. Joe, is finally leveling out again, and of course, Christine is with him more, and he's moving on Monday. Monday! Shit. I'm gonna miss them. A lot. I don't think they will really know. They talk about how they are only 45 minutes away, on a slow day, but you know what? I could walk to Joe's house easily. Just over a mile. Christine's, not a long bike ride. Now I won't be able to go, because even if I get my license, no insurance or car. I'm really gonna miss them. "Not too far." Not very close, either. Well, bye.

FUCK YOU GUYS!

2006-08-12T01:49:00.000-06:00

You know what I've decided? It's time to fucking blog again, and I don't give a fucking shit what anybody thinks about what I say, or how I say it, or whom I say it about! That's fucking right, so if you are offended by anything here in: FUCK YOU!!! Suck it up, you fucking pussies, and realize that I don't give a shit whether you read this or not. FUCK YOU!

2006-02-10T21:48:00.000-07:00

ignore this

I'm done.

2006-01-03T16:22:00.000-07:00

Goodbye. I'm done blogging. Too many people had a first class ticket into my mind, and I don't particularly like that. It turned into something I could vent to, and no one would hear, into something I could only write about what happens, and not how I feel, because someone would get mad at me for it. So...bye. Here's to my last post.

...Some things are not exactly as they seem...

Embryonic Stem Cell Research.

2005-12-11T20:20:00.000-07:00

Embryonic stem cells are primal undifferentiated cells which retain the ability to differentiate into other cell types. The harvesting of these cells is one of the greatest medical advancements of modern time. The study and research of these cells should definitely not be prohibited or restricted in any way because with the use of embryonic stem cells, we have the ability to replace tissue on the human body, and even grow new organs. Also, with use of embryonic stem cells, as opposed to adult stem cells, you can grow the stem cells into any type of cell. Thirdly, the use of these cells should not be restricted for ethical reasons such as taking a human life because they possess no nervous system, and biologically, are not yet a human.

The first reason I would like to bring to attention would be that with the use of embryonic stem cells, we have the ability to replace tissue on the human body, and even grow new organs. The potential of a major breakthrough against disease and debilitating situations is enormous. Stem cells can be used to treat cancer, the inability to walk, spinal cord injury, muscle damage, heart damage, low blood supply, missing teeth, and blindness. If the study and research of stem cells in restricted, it prohibits further study in an effective way to potentially cure these disabilities.

Next, I will bring up the point that with use of embryonic stem cells, as opposed to adult stem cells, you can grow the stem cells into any type of cell. Adult stem cells are most commonly multipotent cells, which means that these stem cells can only produce cells of a closely related family of cells. Embryonic stem cells, on the other hand, are totipotent cells. This means that these cells can grow into any type of cell, with no exception.

Finally, the use of these cells should not be restricted for ethical reasons such as taking a human life. The point at which stem cells are harvested is in the early stage of an embryo called a blastocyst. A blastocyst is an embryo after about 6 days, and is made of around 120 cells. Blastocysts are far from possessing a nervous system, and biologically, they do not have feelings. Commonly, the blastocysts used in embryonic stem cell research are left over from vitro fertility therapy. If these cells are not used in stem cell research, or in other therapies, they are destroyed or frozen indefinitely by the thousands. If these cells are destroyed by the thousands, why should they not be used in research to improve medical technology.

In close, I state that the research of embryonic stem cell research should not be prohibited because the use of embryonic stem cells, gives us the ability to replace tissue on the human body, and even grow new organs. With use of embryonic stem cells, as opposed to adult stem cells, you can grow the stem cells into any type of cell. the use of these cells should not be restricted for ethical reasons such as taking a human life because at the point of harvesting, they possess no nervous system, and biologically, are not yet a human.

The Path

2005-10-26T22:17:00.000-06:00

Here is a poem I wrote recently. I quite like it, you should tell me what you think, and what you think it means, I love to hear what it means to other people. It is entitled...

The Path

She walks alone
Down the long, winding path
And never stops to see
The love awaiting her glance

Beauty is all around her
Longing to be seen
Though she's determined to keep moving,
And pass this foreign sight

She knows not love
When it waits at her front door
Yet she longs for the day
That her partner finally comes.

He walks the path
Beside this lonely girl
And gives all his love
To an unreceptive wall

He holds her hand
When she is afraid
That they'll never again
See the light of day

A fork in the path
Which shall they take?
"We won't," says the girl,
"I'll take one. You, the other."

They follow their own paths
each step lonelier than the last
But they can never go back
They gave up what they once had.

I did it...

2005-10-08T23:25:00.000-06:00

I cleaned my room. I know what you are thinking, and it isn't one of those "straightened" rooms. It is clean. I know, it's weird, but I finally did it. It is gonnna stay this way for a while. I put my clothes in a drawer for the first time in I don't know how long. At least since I have lived in the basement. I like it a lot more this way. It's a lot easier to walk around, and people will be able to come and just chill down here. I really like my room. It's big, and now you can use it all. It is still blowing my mind, though. It's clean...

Green Day

2005-09-22T20:20:00.000-06:00

So last night, I went to a Green Day concert in Salt Lake City. It was pretty fun. All who went was Joe, Katie, Dennis, Ashley, Ashley's sister, Pam, Matt, and I. We had a full van of people. So Joe, Katie and I got out of school during lunch, and went over to Joe's house till Ashley came and picked us up. At that point, we drove to Cedar City to get Matt and Dennis from SUU. Then we started our journey on to Salt Lake City. I rode in the middle of the back seat the entire way up. It was kind of uncomfortable on my neck, because I couldn't lean it back, the seat was too low to support my head. It wasn't that bad, just annoying. I had the chance to drink some more ...Lost on the trip. For those of you who don't know ...Lost is an energy I recently discovered. No nasty after taste, no first sip nastiness, either. Just good flavor, and lots of energy. After we got into the city, we went and picked up Pam from where she was staying. We then had a slightly over full van, but that's alright. We still had about an hour and a half to spare when we pulled into the parking lot, so we went to the mall that is next to the Delta Center. We ate food, we wandered around, played in the big fountain thingy. Lots of fun. The concert, now the concert was great. Jimmy Eat World opened for Green Day, and they sort of sucked. They had no stage presence. I could only understand the vocals to their last, and most popular song. They probably practice it more, because it was the only one that didn't sound under-rehearsed. There was a 15 minute intermission when my group went and got stuff, and I just went to the bathroom. They came back right in time to hear the opening song. Green Day has SO much more stage presence and charisma than Jimmy Eat World. They were funny, energetic, and powerful. Plus, they had some really cool pyrotechnics! Fire...I like fire... Hee hee hee... Anyways... The concert was great. It was loud, obnoxious and very fun. At one point a few people broke onto the floor, and ran past security. Security caught them in a matter of seconds, but Billy Joe (lead singer/front man) was screaming "Let them fucking go! They got past you! He probably popped acid before the show! Let him the fuck go!" Of course, security didn't, and the show went on. Sometime near the middle of the show, Billy Joe pretended to masturbate on stage. He had his hands down his pants and was making sex noises. It was rather funny. Then he yelled about getting naked and stood still for about a minute, just waiting. He got tired of sitting there, and went on. About 3/4 of the way through the show, they decide to make a band. They had some pre-selected Salt Lake City local blues musicians, and they took members of the audience to make a band. That's right, they found a drummer, a bassist, and a guitarist. The bassist was allowed to stage dive, and crowd surfed for a few songs. The guitarist was allowed to keep the guitar she played on. It was really cool. The only dissapointing part was that Cell Phones have nearly completely replaced the bic in a concert. There was a cell phone out about every 3 seats during the slow songs. I saw about 5 people with lighters, including Joe. I wish it was still standard to flick your bic, rather than turn on your cell phone. The concert was really fun. The ride home was interesting. I sat in the middle on the way back too. Joe and Katie fell asleep, and both leaned in to the middle, rather than to the outside. I was a human pillow for about 2 hours, and it was cold, and I had no blanket. I didn't move my legs at all for about 4 hours. I had a giant cup of water gripped in between my feet the entire way. So I got back to the house at about 3:40, and got to sleep around 4:00. Then I woke up at 6:00, and moved around a little, then I laid back down and didn't really fall asleep again. That was my trip. It was freaking awesome. I would do it again any time. Great fun we had. Mmmm...*drool*...Lost

The Anti-Spam Crusader

2005-09-05T13:15:00.000-06:00

I have taken as my personal duty to spread the word on how to stop the spam commenting. What you need to do is go to your blog settings, and then the comments tab. Once there, there is an option that says "Show word verification for comments?" Click yes. This makes sure that a human is on the other end, not an auto message machine. Help spread the word.

~The Anti-Spam Crusader

Jazz

2005-09-01T21:30:00.000-06:00

New Orleans. It pains me to think about it. Death toll presumably in the thousands. Risk of epidemic. Hundreds of thousands homeless. That is all very very horrible. But this is not what is making me cry tonight. Jazz. The birthplace of jazz. The birthplace of the music of my soul is gone. Wiped out in a mere two days, what it has taken generations to build jazz. As I sit and listen to my regular jazz, I can't help but reaize that the history is gone. Every club, every basement theater, every concert hall, gone. It's been wiped out in the blink of an eye. I can't help but cry at the sound of the lonely saxaphone. There is something different tonight. The notes flow more, the music seeps into my soul. The music is my soul. It's gone. The birthplace of jazz has been taken by the wrath of the sea. My secret dream has been to study jazz in New Orleans after college. That dream will never be fulfilled, for even if they restore the city, New Orleans, will not be there. Physically, yes, but emotionally, spiritually, culturally, New Orleans is gone forever.

Ska!!!

2005-08-29T19:40:00.000-06:00

So today was the first official rehearsal of Dunderbeck's Underdogs! We are a new ska group. It is comprised of of Mckray Jones - Bass, Joe Busch - Guitar, Christine Jessop - Vocals/keyboard, Jake Craig - Percussion, Mckennan Jones - Auxillary percussion/random doohickies, Trever Murri - Trumpet, and Me, Jared Montgomery - Trombone. Today was freaking great. We worked out two songs. One being the story of dunderbeck, and the other being a song based around the Bumble Bee Tuna jingle. We had loads of fun hanging out and playing music. We are so doing it again. Oh, and Mckray or Mckennan, talk to Matt about playing Tenor for us. That would be awesome! Sweet! I finally, after three years of trying, got a solid band together. Eat that, Troy "Bitchfaced" Cottom! What now?!?! ...BITCH!!!

Yeah yeah...

2005-08-27T12:05:00.000-06:00

Dang it. I haven't been posting enough. I was right, though. School brought back blogging, at least a little. I do need to post more. Anyways, I made it through the first two weeks of school. I also held my first real sectional as Low Brass section leader. We went out and marched the sets to the first song on the field. It went quite well, and we will be ready on Monday. Mckray and I made a name for our two man Alternative Prog band. It is "McJoJaMo" Bizarre, isn't it. Ten points to anyone who knows what it means! Well, another pointless blog into the vast knowledgebase known as the internet. Goodbye.

School

2005-08-21T21:21:00.000-06:00

Well, the first week of school has come and gone. I really like my schedule. I have English, World Civ, Physics, and Stage/Tech on one day, and the other day I have Band, Web Development, Fit for Life, and Math. pretty good blend of classes. I am quite enjoying all of it. Well, not so much band, and especially not jazz band. <> Okay, so we have jazz band, right? Wrong! We are doing the stupidest shit! It has basically turned into beginning music theory. He is "teaching" us chord structure, and "how to improv." He tells us that jazz is mostly major 9 chords. He tells us that there is a certain method for improvising. He is such a PRICK! By he, I mean Mr. Mo. There is no fucking method to improv. Jazz comes from the soul! Improv is merely singing into your horn whatever sounds good to you. Whatever hops into your head. Jazz is NOT all major 9 chords. He is constantly confusing jazz with lounge. He doesn't even know his charts. He thought that Zoot Suit Riot was Sing Sing Sing (with a swing) Zoot Suit Riot was written and performed by The Cherry Poppin' Daddies, and they are still performing and writing. They are from the NINETIES!!! I wish he would just stop trying to teach us how to "improvise." Improvisation comes from the heart, not a book. BITCH!< /vent > Okay, so enough of that. My classes are good except for that. Well, I'm out!

Ingrown Toenails

2005-08-07T22:25:00.000-06:00

They are bitches! Well, really, they made me their bitch, but that's beside the point. I really dislike ingrown toenails!!! I have to march in the morning, too. Damnit! I spent three and a half hours trying to get it out of the skin, and all I succeeded in doing was cutting up my toe, and then dipping it in salt. Fuck, it hurts.

Still writing.

2005-07-20T01:20:00.000-06:00

Well, I am still writing music. If anyone doesn't know, which most don't, there is a way to listen to all of my recorded music. Just go to http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/jaymonty_music.htmthat is where I post it all. I hope you like it. Actually, I don't really care if you like it or not. I just want to know what you think.

I miss Photography.

2005-07-16T14:13:00.000-06:00

As many of you know, the screen broke on the camera I used. I can't adjust any features, I can't tell how full the card is, I can't see the battery life, and plus, the view finder does not show the real picture. So I haven't done any photography since the Band Party at the end of the year, and I am sure my photo blog seems quite...deserted. Sorry about that, but I can't help it. I posted once that I am tired of looking at life from behind a lense, but I miss it. I need $150 to fix the screen, then I can use it again. I just want to take pictures again. I am at about 14 cents of my 150 dollars saved up, so if anyone wants to give me some cash for my camera fund, it would be much appreciated. I just want to take pictures again...

I can't stand it!

2005-07-13T22:27:00.000-06:00

You know what? I can NOT stand watching movies with those people. Those people would be Jill, Joe, Katie, and Matt. They talk through the movies. They are ruffling the bags of candy, they are making stupid comments. I can't watch a serious movie with them. I couldn't even stand 10 minutes with them because they wouldn't SHUT UP! Holy shit! I could hardly understand the dialogue! Every time I have watched a movie with at least Joe and Jill, I have thought "Maybe, maybe this time it will be different." but it never is. Either they are talking, laughing, giggling, screaming, ruffling, kissing loudly, or, one of the biggest things, asking me to do something for them. Well that is it! No more! I will watch the movies alone from now on, or at least not with them! It may not be each individual, but it is a combination of them all. It is like a small room full of the people you want to smack that is in the movie theater. The people that figure out the plot before everyone else, so he has to make comments on everything that happens. You know those kinds of people. Everyone hates 'em. All of those people IN ONE ROOM! Well, I'm out!

Shit! It has been too long.

2005-07-08T13:33:00.000-06:00

Hey Guys!!! What the hell is happening??? It has been too long since I last blogged. What has happened since then... Hmmm... Bike rides, red cliffs, paint fight, sitting on my roof watching fireworks, trying to live life to the fullest, OH OH OH!!! Band Camp! Well, as some of you know, I am low brass sections leader/representative. That is pretty cool, because I like having some say in what is happening with my fellow low brass guys. Band Camp... Hmm... Well, it was... lax? Yeah. It was not nearly disciplined enough. I think that the vocals we do are NO GOOD! I do like saying something at attention, but other than that, I think we should be completely silent. Like the Royal Guard in England. They don't say a word. Being silent, in my eyes, is a way of showing complete devotion and a higher level of seriousness. Alyse is Drum Major... It is... Different. Not saying you are bad, Alyse, I am saying that you are different from Steve, and I know that you will get better as time progresses. We totally have to go for Best Drum Major again. I bet you could do it. I need to start a fucking band!!! Ska! Let's get together guys! Dunderbeck's Underdogs! Mckray, Joe, Christine, Alexis, Anyone else who wants to join, we are starting a band... Next week! I am going to clean my basement, and... Anyone wanna help? I will need it. Mckray! You are great cleaner! Come on down! So, we are gonna start our band! Good! Bye!

And don't forget: Control the animal population! Spay and neuter your pets!

2005-06-18T12:58:00.000-06:00

My Chainmail Belt!!! That's right, I started making chainmail. Joe and I found my dad's old stash and here is my first creation.

Another trend come and gone.

2005-06-14T23:34:00.000-06:00

Well, I hoped it would be different, but it wasn't. People started blogs because it was "all the rage." None of my friends post anymore, no one comments. This was indeed just a droplet of wine in a glass. It came and went like a summer shower. Blogging is indeed dead amongst the band geeks at Hurricane High School. I am ashamed.

California.

2005-06-05T22:01:00.000-06:00

Well this last week was great. Some parts better than others. I have to give out a HUGE Thank you to Mckray and Christine for not making me feel like a third wheel. I was just the third friend in a group, and not the person following along. The whole trip was quite fun. Like I said, some parts were better. The first night at Disneyland was by far the best. Mckray, Christine, you know what I am talking about. All you other people out there, don't worry about it, I could never describe it and do the memory justice. I must also thank my room mates for making the nights so fun. Ah, and the fourth floor. That was so fun. Just a spot where we could relax, free from everyone else on the trip. When I arrived at the school on Tuesday morning, I was not planning on sitting with anyone, well I was going to sit next to Alex, but shit happens to good people. So anyways, I had no one to sit next to. Aaron or Giffy sat next to me. He was a life saver. I was about to sit next to someone not all that pleasant when he stepped in. You learn a lot about someone in 8 and a half hours. We listened to music, shared wicked awesome guitar solos as they came up, I introduced him to the Neo Classical genre with a little bit of Symphony X. It was fun. The beach was great! I just wish there was the thursday at the beach instead of the park. So the beach. It was great and I had an absolute blast. For a while, Zach, Devin, Trever and I chased the waves and walked along the beach. I was in pants because my swimsuit was under the bus. Eventually I ended up in the water. I don't know exactly how it happened but I was soaked by the end. The second day at Disneyland was fun, but I was a little drained from the night before. The third day was pretty fun also. This day we added a member to our party. Mckennan hung out with us for the day. That was fun too. Oh, and the last night in the hotel was quite fun. I think we may have misused the hotel phones a little, but we had fun. My room had a speakerphone conversation with Christine and sometimes the rest of her room. We were up pretty late... Yeah. So we had a lot of food... So what. It was the perfect kickstart to this summer. I came home a changed man. Mckray, Christine: Thank you so much. You made this trip infinately better than it would have been without you. Oh, and Joe, it is ASIMO not ass-hammer.

Oh my. This is an addition to the original post. I completely forgot about the nights out of the hotel. The first night we got there we went to the Medieval Times Dinner Show. That was a blast. I was in character all night. By wich I mean I was yelling at ever possible chance and hailing and raising my glass. When we got there we were in a line for a few minutes. The king walked past and everyone just sort of looked at him. Me, no. I took a knee and looked down in respect. As he passed he said only "You may rise." It was great. The night was full of yelling and it lead to the eventual losing of my voice. Maybe I over did it... Oh well! I had a fun time doing it! The third night we were there we went to dinner and saw a play. At first I was skeptical. Picture this: We drive into the parking lot of a strip mall. All the building were run down. A bus load of nicely dressed highschool students. Some even in suits, well only one. Everyone is thinking, "Where are we..." I thought, "Oh shit. What did Mo get us into this time." But then we walked inside. It was very odd. It was a fairly nice place. We then walked into the theater/dining area. It was dimly lit and very cool. Most of the group got sat at the very front of the stage. Bad seats. They were right at the bottom of the stage... I heard from Joe "more panties than actual play." A select few of us who happened to be a little slower than the rest of the group was put on the next level up. Right in line with the stage. It was great. I sat with Mckray and Christine. Joe came at the second intermission so that he got more play. The play was Anything Goes and was just delightful. The set changes were nice and quick, and the acting was great. A quite memorable night, even though they used canned music. It was too small of a production it seemed to have a pit. Plus the theater was weird. Well that was the trip. It was great.

2005-05-27T01:32:00.000-06:00

This one's for Jill. Happy Graduation!

Photographers.

2005-05-17T22:21:00.000-06:00

Have you ever felt like you will not be remembered in 30 years from now. I take a lot of pictures, and I don't take them of myself. I sit behind the lense all the time. No pictures of the man with the camera. No one cares for the one that takes the pictures. They don't think of the photographer when they look back at a picture from 30 years ago. They think of what they were doing. How that day went. Or even how that year went. That period of your life. You don't think, "Wow, I remember exactly who took that picture. I never really knew him, but he always took pictures. Oh, yes. His name was Jared." People don't think like that. People say I have a talent. Well to me it is a burden. I love to take pictures of things, and especially people. Occaisionally, other people have cameras, and I am in a picture. Occasionally. Will people remember the photographer, or just the subject of the picture. Will I be just a piece of forgotten knowledge, collecting dust in the back of one's mind. Probably.

My first local show.

2005-05-14T22:46:00.000-06:00

Yeah, I went to my first local show last night. Sure I have gone to a few big concerts by big names, but not a local show. It was pretty cool. The first band, The Tumbleweed Band, was awesome. I don't really know their genre, but it was kind of bluesy and had hints of electronic. They had charisma, interaction with the audience, and talent. The second band... Well they had energy. Oh, and a bunch of screaming girls. I guess that is cool... The third band, I don't know. From the concession stand area it sounded like just another hardcore band. Turns out they won the Battle of the Bands. Typical. Well it was cool.

A Goat?

2005-05-14T18:12:00.000-06:00

Yeah, that's right. A goat. I got a goat. What the crap. My mom says it is to try and keep the weeds down. I think it is just funny. What the crap. It is so bizarre! Well anyways. That's about it. A goat.

I just needed to yell.

2005-04-29T12:36:00.000-06:00

Ok, that last post was just a quick vent. I needed to yell something and release. Nothing to be worried about. Just a bad day. Oh well.

Why,

2005-04-27T22:57:00.000-06:00

Why the hell am I SO FUCKING STUPID!!!!!! FUCK DAMNIT!!!!!!!

The simplest things

2005-04-24T21:34:00.000-06:00

April 23, 2005 21:34
I found myself at peace today. I have decided to step back more often, and just enjoy the simple things. Many people, in this crazy, fast paced world of ours, just seem to forget that the only thing that can keep us sane, is to slow down. I, for a long time, wanted to do things quickly and efficiently. Don't get me wrong, this is a good trait to have. The only problem was that I couldn't just sit back, and let the waves roll over me. When listening to music, I couldn't just listen. I had to annylize every note, every rythm. Today, I just listened. It was nice. I went outside and stood in the rain. I love the rain. It is like a release in tension. Big storm clouds above are lingering, threatening us. Then, it rains. It releases it's tension. I love the rain and the smell after it has rained. It is a sweet scent, and it always, for some reason, reminds me of simpler times. How I long to be just a wide eyed child again. Back when nothing mattered, except you and your happiness. It didn't matter that it was raining, you liked it, and you didn't care if you got pnuemonia. Nothing that happened outside your home mattered. If you couldn't see it, it had no affect on you. The stock market never affects a child to the point where the child recognizes that it is the stock markets fault. The news meant nothing, "That wasn't even in our country, let alone our city," I would say. But none of that matters now, because I can't go back, and I can't try to go back. The only thing I can do, is sit back once and a while, and enjoy the simplest things.

Okay, I got a new guitar... WHAT?! Your kidding, right...

2005-04-23T19:39:00.001-06:00

April 23, 2005 19:39
As many of you already know, I got a guitar today. But how many of you knew that my dad decided that I should get a DUAL BASS PEDAL TOO!!! When I first heard my mom say it, I was like, "Your kidding..." She wasn't. Holy crap, today is the BEST DAY EVER! I can't believe it. We just have to order the pedals online because they didn't have them in the store. I got a Washburn Accoustic/Electric with a cut out for guitar, and I am getting a Pearl Powershifter Eliminator Dual Pedal, and it has 4 interchangable cams, which allows it to change the style easily. HOLY CRAP! Oh yeah, check my photoblog for pictures of the guitar.

Help Wanted for Ska Band

2005-04-19T22:28:00.000-06:00

April 19, 2005 20:28
Hello, It is me again. I am in dire need of assistance. I am desperately trying to start a ska band. I need a trombone player, a trumpet player, percussionist, bass player, and a female lead vocalist(Vocalist could do vocals and instrument). It will be lots of fun. I hope to be called Dunderbeck's Underdogs. If you are interested contact either me or Joe. That is all.

SAVE SURGE!!!

2005-04-11T22:49:00.000-06:00

April 11, 2005 20:49
I have found it! A website dedicated to Surge, the Soda. Anyone who ever had this know what I am talking about. SAVE SURGE!!! Please take the time to sign the petetion: SIGN THE PETETION!!! I love surge, and I am sure if you like Dew, then you will like surge. Please help it return. And in Honor of Surge, Everything I post will be followed with this:

~In Remembrance of Surge~
http://www.savesurge.org

This is What Happens When I Get Bored

2005-04-10T20:53:00.000-06:00

April 10, 2005 20:53
Well, do you like it? This is what happens when I get bored. I decide to play with HTML which consequently leads to a total redesign of a page. New Template in it's entirety and new Title. That is right, I am no longer the Third Wave, I am now "It's My Turn to Step Up to the Mic" Hope you like it.

My day of Black and White expirementation ---- Apple Blossoms 2

2005-04-10T00:01:00.000-06:00

I forgot to post this one earlier, so here it is now.

Apple Tree

2005-04-09T19:58:00.000-06:00

Apple Blossoms

2005-04-09T19:57:00.000-06:00

Tama

2005-04-09T19:55:00.001-06:00

Chuck Taylor

2005-04-09T19:55:00.000-06:00

Roscoe

2005-04-09T19:54:00.000-06:00

The Attack

2005-04-09T19:53:00.000-06:00

This one needs a caption. I was taking a picture of my cat Hamaya when all of a suddun my dog Lucy attacked. Not what I planned, but it turned out good

Lucy

2005-04-09T19:52:00.000-06:00

Bow

2005-04-09T19:51:00.001-06:00

Kung Pow

2005-04-09T19:51:00.000-06:00

Wow?

2005-04-07T10:14:00.000-06:00

March 7, 2005 10:14
Well, as pretty much all of you know, the Band is going to State. I must admit, I didn't expect it. I was hoping that we would go, but I, being a freshman, have no experience with competitions like this. I had no idea how they judge or if we were good in comparison. I must say that Canyon View was the COOLEST display. I love that they used creativity. So many bass drums... I am excited to go to state, and think it is a real plus to everyone's self confidence. No offense meant to anyone, but I don't think there was much self confidence. The "Pep" talk before we left the school was sort of like a depressing thing. It consisted of "Don't be dissapointed if..." Well all that doesn't matter now because Mr. Mo is doing better than we all thought. I saw the look on his face when we were anounced as State-Bound and it was one of those "Holy Crap! Yes! Yes! Ye- wait... I am cool, I had confidence." Well we made it. Yay!

What am I?

2005-04-02T22:02:00.000-07:00

April 2, 2005 22:02
Well, today I noticed something about myself. Some people see the glass as Half Full. Some people see the glass as Half Empty. Well, we all know that the half full people are optimists and the half empty people are pessimists. What about me... I see the glass not half empty or half full. I see it as a glass that happens to be halfway between full and empty... What does this mean. I am just someone without a preference to anything, or am I just someone who watches from the sideline. Am I just too laid back to really care?

Who would YOU be in 1400 AD?

2005-04-01T22:53:00.000-07:00

April 1, 2005 22:53
Well, I was looking at random blogs and I came across this by way of a few hyperlinks. I love just random searching, you never know what you might find. Well here is me:

The Knight
You scored 23% Cardinal, 46% Monk, 44% Lady, and 67% Knight!

You are the hero. Brave and bold. You are strong and utterly selfless.
You are also a pawn to your superiors and will be lucky if you live
very long. If you survive the Holy wars you are thrust into you will be
praised for your valor and opportunities both romantic and financial
will become available to you.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 19% on Cardinal
You scored higher than 64% on Monk
You scored higher than 57% on Lady
You scored higher than 86% on Knight

Link: The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test written by KnightlyKnave on Ok Cupid

Follow the link to get your own.

For My "Friend"

2005-03-24T22:53:00.000-07:00

For My "Friend"

I walk alone in the night,
My only guidance a soft moonlight.
What brins me here, you'll never know.
These secrets I alone bestow.
But if you find how I do sin,
Never again shall we be akin.
For when you are happy and full of life,
My eyes will be piercing as the knife.
But if our friendship does stay afloat,
Then I shall surely sink the boat.

3 Haiku for English and a poem not graded

2005-03-22T19:40:00.000-07:00

March 22, 2005 19:40
I wrote the first three poems as assignments, and merely wrote what sounded good. The fourth poem is one I wrote not for English class. I just felt in the poetic mood and inspired.

Melancholy

I lay on my bed
Melancholy dreams drifting
I wish I was dead

Crying

She cries in the night
This woman shall never win
But she won't give in.

Darkness

Darkness consumes me
No one shall stand in my way
Then the light came in

The Assassin

He picks up his weapon
The crowd gasps in shock
As appears an evil grimace upon the face of the man
Grown men grow afraid.

As he raises his weapon to his chest
The noise becomes unbearable
Children cry.

A sudden stop
And all noise ceases

He unleashes his attack
His fingers moving
Like spiders over their webs.

The innocent conjugation screams
As wave upon wave fall over them
Like fire rains in the depths of Hell.

But this assassin's weapon
Is not of fatal intent
He is merely doing what he loves to do.

Music is no crime.

2005-03-22T19:03:00.000-07:00

This is the camera I found.

How to Make Good Pictures With Your Polaroid Land Camera Model 110A

2005-03-21T20:42:00.000-07:00

February 21, 20:42
Hey, guess what guys!! I found a really old camera in my basement. I couldn't think of a good title for this post so I just used the name of the little booklet it has. Now this camera is awesome. Back before their was ever rolls of film. Back when you had to develop your own. Back when your camera weighed 5 pounds. There was this. I even found all the accesories and carrying case. I have one roll of film left. I want to use this roll for sweet vintage looking pictures. Like use it at the easter car show on some of the classics. Maybe some shots of old style buildings that aren't run down to hell. It is going to be awesome.

My Music

2005-03-20T01:26:00.001-07:00

I have been working on a new song. I call it "Alone in the Dark." If you would like to listen to it or download the MP3 go to this site and click on either LO-FI or HI-FI to listen and MP3 to download http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/jaymontymusic.htm

There is a prize for the first person to tell me what this photo is of. 20 dollars for the month and/or any other information. http://www.soundclick.com/bands/Lyrics.cfm?BandID=315922&songid=2205903

It has been a while.

2005-03-17T18:12:00.001-07:00

March 17, 2005 18:12
Well hello. I am BACK! Not that I have been anywhere. I have just not had the time or motivation to right recently. I think everyone except maybe 1 or 2 have updated. Well in anycase, I am back, and ready for action. As my close friends might know, I have recently lost one of my best friends. I kicked him out of my band. He is hardly a musician, but not nearly an artist. He was always trying to make us be a cover band. I just couldn't take it anymore. He was also a very big jerk. He was "always right" and everyone else was "always wrong." So he is out of the picture. I have started to really get to know the girl mentioned in the previous post. Some would venture to say that we are "boyfriend and girlfriend." I don't like labels, but if I had to label us something I would label us "together." I have also recently decided that I am going to (once I have the money) order a bass wiring kit from Carvin. It is 120 dollars for everything I neeed. after the wiring is all good, then I want to get a NICE pickguard done. It will be made of stainless steel. I would like to repaint the body a limegreen with neon blue details and hardware. I don't know how that will go over. Yet another thing has happened. Since I started writing more music, I signed up for this website called Soundclick. There you can upload MP3's of your music for free. I think it is great. My music page is http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/jaymontymusic.htm I have started multi tracking all of my concepts. This means that I will record one part, then record another part over the top of it. I simply lay the tracks on top of eachother and see how it sounds. The only thing I don't like about multi tracking is that you could never play live. Oh, and I miss the company and fun of just jamming in my basement. Not with the jerk though. With my good friend Mckray. Once I get that bass working we are back in business. Well, I realized that I really like this girl. She has been in California all week. I haven't seen her since last thursday. I am Jonesin' out here man! Yeah, my grades suffered quite a bit this last sememster, and I haven't really been allowed to do anything. My mom has been riding my case all week. I understand she cares, but I don't think it is going to do much good. I can't do anything about that now, I don't have school till monday, and the reason I failed is because I was bored. So I will update later.

*WOOSH*---The sound of all your hopes and dreams floating away.

New hoodie and the Return of my Mojo

2005-03-04T23:06:00.000-07:00

March 4, 2005 23:06
Well hello. I am guessing that you would like to know what this title means. Well about two months ago, I sent in for a free hoodie from Tama Drums. I have a new Tama Rockstar set and they decided to give free hoodies to the people that bought them. I recieved it a few days ago, and guess what! It has a retail value of $80!!! WOW! That said I can move to the mojo part. Well, I have had my eye on one particullar girl for about 4 months now. Turns out that she was the same way with me. We liked each other, we held hands, all was good. Honor Band weekend went by and after that I didn't see her. She said nothing of moving. THis is the same girl as in the previous post. Well, she was gone. I ended up stopping writing new music. I didn't notice this for a while, but I did notice it. I started playing other peoples stuff. A lot. Now she is back, and I noticed that I am writing new music again. Weird, huh? I am thinking it was her that inspired me. I never did much writing before I knew her. Lately, I feel that I have been rather stupid. I feel that I was not giving her the attention she deserves. I noticed something. I am afraid of public emotion. I just put up a wall. Anyways, I really like this girl, and I hope she still likes me. In any case, She is my inspiration for music. She makes me want to sing and dance. She just makes me happy. And guess what!!! I have my Mojo Back. (Mojo applying to my music writing.)
~Jared, They stole my Mojo, Baby!

Last Weeks Snapple Lid facts

2005-03-01T21:56:00.000-07:00

March 1, 2005 21:56

Sunday: "Real Fact" #134 An Ant can lift 50 times it's own weight.

Monday: "Real Fact" #173 Chinese is the most spoken language in the world.

Tuesday: "Real Fact" #258 Lemon wood is carved into chess pieces.

Wednesday: "Real Fact" #34 If you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will eventually turn white.

Thursday: "Real Fact" #402 Christopher Columbus brought the first lemon seeds to America.

Friday: "Real Fact" #2 Animals that don't lay eggs don't have belly buttons.

Saturday: "Real Fact" # 78 Alaska is the most eastern and the most western state in the U.S.

2005-03-01T20:28:00.000-07:00

cThe original concept for my friend Cary's blog. I ended up not using it but it looks cool. And I never delete a post. So here it will stay.

This is What Happens When I Get Involved

2005-03-01T19:19:00.000-07:00

March 1, 2005 19:19
Recently I have beed involved with a circle of people who happen to blog. If you are reading this you should already now this. Well, being bloggers, we happen to post what we are feeling and express ourselves vividly. We also never delete a post. You can never "un-say" anything. This happened to hurt someone that is, after I thought about it, quite close to me. How many of you spen about 3 hours a day with someone, about an hour of which is just talking. A lot of people, this is called a friend. Well, recently I and some others have been upset with our friend. We wrote some things when we were frustrated and apparently hurt him quite a bit. This friend is Mr. Scott Morrise, our band teacher. A little while back we had not been playing a lot in band class. We were just talking. We got frustrated, so we posted what we thought. He saw these things, as he should. He got upset and depressed. Before his "Pause," as it has been dubbed, we had stopped posting about his talking and requested a stop of others saying things. The reason for the stop was that the problem was presumably fixed. He started playing in band again. We started working on pieces for Region Band Competition. All was good, and he had even started making possitive comments on his old blog which was at one point abandonned. We were happy and we thought he was too. But he wasn't. Apparently he was still feeling estranged and a subject of ridicule. I would now just like to say that I was part of this group criticisizing him. I only posted one thing and that was it. I was told that I had been a ring leader. Well, I guess I was because I did nothing to stop it. In fact, I encouraged the expression of my peers' emotions. I also never posted anything on this, my personal blog, but since the severe criticism he got from others, I was one of the ones that pushed him over the edge. I rarely get involved in other people's relationships, and this is what happens when I do. Some reward for bein social, huh? To sum it all up though, I guess I would just like to say sorry to my friend and that I could have been a little more polite about it. I am one that encourages people to have a little tact.

~Jared, Sorry

Hours of Work in PhotoShop

2005-02-27T00:53:00.000-07:00

February 27, 2005 00:53

HHS Tiger Band. Yes, I did this myself. Yes I did the intertwining by hand, or mouse rather. Yes, I now have Carpal Tunnel.

My Last Post and Breaking 1000

2005-02-26T21:31:00.000-07:00

February 26, 2005 21:31
Well, hello again. About my last post, I must explain. That post was indeed supposed to have a body. In fact it did have a body. At school I created a post. It was about the "anonymous" survey we were administered. More on that later. The post would have been changed but I was having a bad day. My MP3 player wasn't working correctly, I walked home when I could have had a ride (I found out when I got home), and to top it all off, I get home and I check my blog. What's this? No post. This pushed me off the edge. I decided I really just needed to relax. I get ready to play my guitar when my mom races down the stairs. "Hurry, I have to drive your brother to St. George. Take a shower!" Oh great, Now I can't play my guitar because I was headed over to my cousin's house and my mom only wanted to make one trip out of the house. So I had absolutely no time to update this post. I now do not intend to change the post, merely because it is a reminder of how pissed I was that day. I will re-post on that subject soon. Now to the second part of my title. W00T!!!11one I finally broke 1000 hits. Yay for me. And in just under two months. Does this mean I am popular, or does it mean that the same people keep looking at my sight? I am guessing the latter, but oh well. PARTY!!!!!

"Anonymous"

2005-02-25T13:29:00.000-07:00

Damn the You Share It website

2005-02-23T22:22:00.000-07:00

February 23, 2005 22:22
It turns out that they only keep a file for 10 days! That pisses me off. No where did I see anything that said my files would be deleted after 10 days. Now I have to find a new way to post my music. Maybe I will just get one of those free web domains and put my music on there. Then link it. You Share It, You Suck It!!!

Does My Buddha Really Work???

2005-02-23T18:54:00.000-07:00

February 23, 2004 18:51
Hello everyone, I have a story to tell. Well, today I had a bizarre experience, but before I go into any detail what so ever, I will tell you the background story. As many of my close friends know, In late December I started to kick off a relationship with a certain girl. She then moves away without saying anything. Well, yesterday a few friends and I were talking about how weird it was that she just disappeared without saying anything. This is where the bizarre part comes in. Today, during lunch, I was rubbing my porta-Buddha's (Small Buddha's) Belly. This is supposed to bring peace harmony and good luck. At the end of lunch today, I walk out of the band room and, Lo and Behold, there she was. Getting into her locker like it was no big deal. This almost stopped me in my tracks. I didn't think I really saw her. I was so stunned that I just kept walking. I thought I would never see her again. At this point I asked other people if they had seen this girl at all today, the said "Nope." After that I ruled in that maybe had sever schizophrenia (Yes Troy, Schizophrenia includes seeing people and hearing them, Look it up DAMN IT!) Anyways, I then asked her best friend if I really saw this girl. She said yes and I was safe. All in all, a very bizarre string of events. This girls best friend didn't even know that she was coming back.

Deep Relaxation

2005-02-22T19:48:00.000-07:00

February 22, 2005 19:47

Well, as you may be able to tell, I have hopped on to the burning incense craze. Some people say I just to do it for the concept of buring incense and it's origins, but this is not true. I do it because it calms me. The slow swirling of smoke reflecting the light. This is the reason I do it. I sometimes just lay down, put on some smooth jazz, and watch the smoke. I did this for an hour and a half on Sunday, I just layed thought. The scent helps, but I believe that fifty percent of the relaxation is the mood. The right lighting, the right music, and of course, the right spot for viewing the smoke. It should never be out of direct view for a number of reasons. One, it is very soothing to watch the smoke slowly rise out of the incense, like a gentle steam rising from a river in winter. Two, for safety reasons. If a piece falls and catches something on fire, it should wake you out of your current relaxed state. Well, heres to a more calm and clear headed me.

Voluntary Communism and hoarding Green beans

2005-02-22T18:50:00.000-07:00

February 22, 2005 18:50
Today in Mr. Mo's office during lunch, we had an interesting conversation. It was about the Law of Consecration. This states that one would give all worldly possessions and income to the Mormon church. In return you would be given only what you need to survive, and the Mormon Church would keep the rest for themselves. Well isn't that just like Communist Russia. The only difference here is that it is not forced upon you. Hence forth the Law of Consecration shall now be called Voluntary Communism. They said they did this because they wanted to abolish greed. Well wouldn't the Mormon Church Officials be getting more money than anyone else. Greed. Now this brings us to the Hoarding Green Beans part. Someone brought up that you could save your money in order to buy personal things, well wouldn't this be more greed. To solve this we said, "Maybe they would just give the supplies, rather than giving you the money." Well what now, we would have people saving a bit of their food for months and months just to have one big, nice dinner. Thus we have Hoarding Green Beans, and from henceforth we shall call all greed Hoarding Your Green Beans.

Depressio Take 1

2005-02-20T01:26:00.000-07:00

February 20, 2005 1:26
Here it is folks. Depressio Take 1, also known as My Newest Concoction Take 2. This is the updated version of the song. It is rythmically correct and it is in the expansion stage. I now know the feeling of the song, and know how to play that feeling, so I am now expanding and adding parts to the song. Here is the link, thanks to You Share It. God Bless those guys.

http://s3.youshareit.com/download.php?7acf8e5aca25da234a3742492ea105db

My Spoils of War

2005-02-19T21:12:00.000-07:00

February 19, 2005 21:12
My Mini Shrine to Buddha. Complete with incense, little Buddha and Ernie Ball Slinky Strings. I got this while in Vegas this weekend. I call it my Spoils of War becuase of all the hours I had to go through while my Mom, Sister and Grandma shopped for feminine stuff.

Fame!!!

2005-02-18T22:42:00.000-07:00

February 18, 2005 22:42
Wow. Hello again, and for the third time today. Well, It has come to my attention that I am now featured on a fairly popular blog site. On the Sidebar. It is because of my "compellingly analytical comment." Cool, huh. Well, Check my sidebar action out at http://www.lolwtfdude.blogspot.com/ Yay for random blog hunting.

You Share It

2005-02-18T22:16:00.000-07:00

February 18, 2005 22:16
Well, as any return viewers to my blog have noticed. I am now posting my music to my blog. I would like to recognize this great, and not to mention free, website. They allow people to host files on there server completely free of charge. The Website is http://s3.youshareit.com/. Enjoy emailing and posting with music. Thank you, You Share It.

My newest concoction

2005-02-18T22:02:00.000-07:00

February 18, 2005 22:02
Well, here it is. My newest concoction. It is a bit depressive, but it is part of an epic. Well, here you go.

Download link: Part 3 of the 5 part sidelong epic.

Post Script: The rythms are off in this recording. I was really cold on account of being in an unheated basement, so my hands were a little shaky. Also, this was recorded as I was writing and playing for the first time. And my final excuse is that I was on an accoustic guitar, so the mic kept getting in the way of my fingers.

This IS Jazz

2005-02-16T20:26:00.000-07:00

February 16, 2005 20:26
Well, I recently wrote this poem. This sums up how I feel about jazz. The inspiration came to me as I was listening to a late night Jazz radio station. Here it is.

I lay,
The music flows over my body,
Like the waves of an ocean.
So smooth,
I can feel the flow
Like a river it grooves,
Into the rock that it is my soul.

I lay,
And I think to myself,
"Is this really jazz?"
But as the drums fill,
And the basses trill,
I think to myself,
"This IS jazz."

My new Ska song (in production)

2005-02-16T11:11:00.000-07:00

"The Ska take 4.wav" file.

Download link: http://s3.youshareit.com/download.php?8137c5c0966ad51b1e1a675b1b84ddcd

Please ignore all the talking at the beginning of the song. We were really bored and playing with the recording stuff. Well, here it is.

The True Origin of St. Valentine's Day

2005-02-14T22:02:00.000-07:00

February 14, 2005 22:02
Well, today is St. Valentine's Day and I have noticed a few things. Many people will say that I am writing this because I am some sort of dateless loser (well I am), but that is beside the point. The meaning of Valentine's Day has always bugged me, just becuase I didn't know what the meaning was. Who decided that February 14th was such a great day for love and bliss (maybe a little ignorance with that bliss.) Anyways, I decided to end my confusion on the topic and consulted the endlessly flowing fountain of knowledge, Google! After all, Google Calculator acknowledges that the Answer to Life the Universe and Everything is in fact 42. Anyways, on with the story. I looked it up on Google. This lead me to sites about the Great St. Valentine, or Valentinus. It turns out he was a Roman-Catholic Martyr. How interesting... Now we know who he was, why is he celebrated on the 14th of February. It also turns out that he was beheaded on February 14th in the third century. Ironic, isn't it... Well, I decided to lookk deeper. All of the history of St. Valentinus is sort of hazy. All of this is not proved, just strongly believed. So why is St. Valentinus' death day celebrated for love? He may have been one to conduct mariages when they were outlawed. What makes the modern Valentine's Day so funny is that it goes against what St. Valentinus died for. The holiday is often associated with Roman Mythology. Cupid, for instance, is a myhtological being. It seems tha once again, Pagan and Christian Celebrations have been mixed. I mean look at Christmas, the pine tree, the yule log, even Mir, is all Pagan. So is this the true origin of St. Valentine's Day, nobody really knows, but I know that from know on I will be celebrating this day in mourn for the death of a great man, and not for love and bliss, and especially not for Cupid, the Roman Myth!

2005-02-14T16:04:00.000-07:00

This is me on my friend Troy's kick ass guitar. It is a 7-string Ibanez RG-1527 Limited Edition with Floyd Rose bridge and dual locking nut.

Band Students

2005-02-06T16:54:00.000-07:00

February 06, 2005 16:54
Well, today I was thinking about how little focus we had on disciplined marching this last year. I just hope that next year's drum major will be more strict. I also hope that my teachers shoves a stick up his ass and gets a little meaner. This is what I think it should be like.

Many people tend to look at band students as just a bunch of geeks, that is not true. Band students not only play an instrument, but they also do many other things, one of the most difficult is marching. Marching band is the most mentally and physically strenuous things a band student deals with. “Marching band is very difficult for a number of reasons. You have to play the correct songs, (which are memorized), you must stay at the right speed, and play the exact rhythms. You must also remember to keep your toes up, marching from heel to toe, rolling to the next step on the outside edge of your foot (this is called roll stepping.) On top of all that you must stay in a perfect line with the people on both sides of you and in front of you.” This is what Jill Montgomery, this years Band President, had to say on the matter. Some of the things that she did not mention are some of the most difficult. One thing that comes to mind is the discipline we must show when we adorn our uniforms. When we are called to attention we must, as we often say at the end of a grueling practice, is to keep our “Feet, together! Stomach, in! Chest, out! Shoulders, back! Head, up! Eyes, front!” When, and only when, we are called to either “at ease,” or “dismiss,” are we allowed to show anything less then complete devotion and discipline. In conclusion, I must say that band students are not just “band geeks” or “band nerds,” but disciplined, dedicated, and devoted athletes. Yes athletes, because a sport by definition is “Any activity involving physical exertion and skill that is governed by a set of rules or customs and often undertaken competitively.” And an athlete is anyone who participates in a sport. So the next time you see a band student, remember that they don't just play an instrument, but they are athletes.

Hero Band Picture

2005-02-04T17:49:00.000-07:00

This is the Hero Band I talked about in my last blog.

Hero Band

2005-02-04T17:38:00.000-07:00

February 4th, 2005 17:38
Well, today I recieved a little wrist band called "Hero Band." This is a metal wristband that honors soldiers serving in the National Guard. There is a small serial number on the inside of this band, you register this number and can either track an individual soldier, or an entire unit. I opted to honor my father's unit: 2-222 FA. This means it will track the movement of them, and it specifically is honored toward them. Once I had registered the unique serial number to the unit, I tightened the band down (It is a metal wristband) and I have vowed to not take it off until The unit is back and safe in their homes. Well, here's to 18 months of service. HOOAH!!!

You can order your own free hero band at The Virtual Armory

What one finds when they are bored.

2005-01-26T23:26:00.000-07:00

January 26, 2005 23:26
Well, on a lighter note than my last blog, I realized what people find when they have too much time on their hands. Well, here it is: http://www.thelastwords.net/ That is one of the weirdest websites I have ever seen. There is this site where you pay people to write a suicide note for you. The prices are insane, for a 1-300 word note, you pay 50 dollars. Sure you won't use the money anymore, but that is just INSANE!!!! Don't ask me how I found this site. I am not even sure anymore. I just know that this site has "fun suicide facts" and "suicide merchandise," such as a mug that says "I hate mondays...and living." How freaking morbid is that. Go there and find out for yourself. Weirdest site ever!

Change.

2005-01-23T01:02:00.000-07:00

January 23, 2005 00:02
Before we start, I would just like to say that this is a completely unabridged and unedited piece of my thoughts. Most blogs I post, I look over and change, but this is too important to me to change in the slightest.

Is there anyone else out there, that has heard something, had something major in their life happen, and listened to the same thing again. The meaning can change in an instant. Why am I asking this, because it happened to me. As many of you, if you know me, know that my Father is being deployed with the army to go to Iraq. Well, this is a pretty big thing in my life. Today happens to be my last day with him for 18 months. That said, I shall get on with my story. One of my favorite songs to play on the guitar is "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd. I listened to this song a while ago, I felt something, but it was just a song. Today I listened to it, while listening to the album "Wish You Were Here." It was a completely different song. It had an entirely different meaning to me. At the line in the first verse, "Did you exchange a walk on part in a war, for a lead role in a cage," nearly brought me to tears. At one point this was just a song, but tonight it was different. Tonight it was a completely different song. The meaning, the chord structure, the everything, everything was different. I know feel that I truly now what that song means. At least to me. I would encourage everyone to listen to this song, and find what it truly means to you.

STMD (Single Track Mind Disorder)

2005-01-20T23:01:00.000-07:00

January 20, 2005 23:01
Well hello again, blog. Tonight I realized something that was called to attention by a friend of mine (who has asked to be anonymous). People really need to think about the positive in life, and about more than one positive. People who have one really big positive, tend to get "Single Track Mind Disorder", as I have christened it. This is where they focus so much on this one big positive that they don't realize what they are doing otherwise. Everything good revolves around one thing, and everything not, is caused by something other than you. People with single track minds, I have noticed, often lose friends from it. I have seen it in more than one case. I also noticed that once they are out of STMD than, because of their constant ignoring of their friends, the friends are gone in the end. People aren't as malicious, and rude, as they seem. There is usually all one BIG misunderstanding. I am currently studying a certain case of someone with STMD. I can only hope that they realize what they are doing before it is too late.

Cassini Picture

2005-01-16T11:11:00.000-07:00

Due to popular request (ok only one request.) I am posting this picture of Titan, Saturn's moon, on my blog. This is the first color picture from Titan that was recieved. It may not look very exciting, but to me it is awesome. Enjoy. Oh and here are the two best websites for Cassini info:

NASA

ESA

Change is a good thing...Sometimes

2005-01-15T01:55:00.000-07:00

January 15, 2005, 00:55
Well, I have just finished the look of my blog. Hopefully it will stay like this for a while. Just thought I would post the date of change on my blog.

Cassini Project Pt. 2

2005-01-14T23:41:00.000-07:00

January 14, 2005, 23:41
Today is a monumental day in space exploration. The Cassini-Huygens mission has reached it's climax. The Huygens Probe descended upon Saturn's moon Titan today. It successfully broke through the thick atmoshpere and onto the ground of Titan. We already have photographs and radio transmissions from Titan. Earlier this week, I wrote on the excitement the Cassini Project gave me. I am absolutely ecstatic that this mission has been succes. We are yet to know exactly what we see in these photos from another world, but they are spectacular. We hope that Titan will help us gain an understanding in the beginning of life on the Earth. Titan has a thick nitrogen and methane atmosphere, similar to the earths early atmosphere, in which life began to form. Astronomers around the world sleep easy tonight, for the mission has been a success.

Daily Vent

2005-01-10T22:51:00.000-07:00

January 10, 2005, 22:51
What the crap is up with Comedy Central?!?!?! It used to be a great channel, airing shows like Kids in the Hall and Saturday Night Live! Now all they seem to play until their prime time is Mad TV!!! This pisses me off! That show sucks, I feel stupider every second I watch that crap!! It is a dumbed down version of Saturday Night Live. I once saw them trying to do a "Presidential Statement" skit!!! That made me feel sick to my stomach. It is always poorly put together with mindless not quite slap-stick comedy. I don't believe that crap can attain such a level of entertainment to be considered comedy!!!! Comedy Central, Get your act together!!!

Jill v.2.0

2005-01-10T20:18:00.000-07:00

January 10, 2005, 20:18
Well hello World, I have an interesting story to tell. Well I first must say that I am a big band geek ("big" describing the level of geek not "big band"), and my life consists of mostly band and science. That said I walk into Band today and there is a new trumpet player to the school. Ok, no big deal, right, WRONG!!! She looks exactly like my sister Jill. They are the same height, they have the same facial structure, same shoes and glasses even. The only noticeable difference is the hair, the new trumpet player has a lot longer hair. It sort of looks like my sister's hair about 2 years ago. My sister, being Band President, is very recognized, at least within the band. We noticed the similarities instantly. Others noticed without attention being called to the matter also. This was a very creepy moment. I just hope she isn't as big of a band geek as my sister. That would just be too weird...

The Cassini Project

2005-01-09T22:05:00.000-07:00

January 9, 2005, 22:05
Well, I am sure that many of you have heard of the Cassini Space Shuttle Project. I just found out that it lands on Titan this Friday, 10:13 GMT. I can't believe what we may see. This is bound to amazing, and I am guessing unlike anything the world has seen. We have seen the moon and Mars, which are both barren and without much liquid. It is quite possible that Titan has liquid methane on it's surface, which means we could see vast oceans of liquid methane. I know this will be, if it succeeds, one of the defining moments in space exploration history, and most certainly the greatest discovery outside of the earth to this day. We can only hope and pray that the Huygens Probe has a safe landing and can transmit back the video. May God be with the Huygens Probe and the Cassini Mission on Friday the 14th of January of the year 2005.

My First Blog and my findings of the Third Wave

2005-01-09T15:45:00.000-07:00

January 9, 2005, 15:45
Well hello everyone that may happen to read this. This is my very first blog. It just may rank among my top list of "firsts." My first step, my first instrument, my first birthday, and so on. Some may wonder why I chose the name "The Third Wave." That is because I once watched a movie about a history teacher who tried to teach his students about the Third Reich. He created an in school society called the Third Wave, because in fisherman and sailor lore it is said that waves come in three's, and the third is always the strongest. Anyways, this teacher created a very disciplined society and his students were encapsulated by the positive effects it had and ignored that they had no personality. Eventually the students were so caught up in this they would harm anyone that would not conform. The teacher then realized he needed to stop all of this. He held a final rally, and said that it was their nation wide leader who had an important message for them. At this rally he showed a clip of Adolf Hitler speaking. Everyone was so astounded that they all denied that there was ever a society called the Third Wave. It got me thinking and I soon found that this was a true story. This made me think even more. So I looked it up on the net. After about three hours of looking for anything that even related to this, I found an article written buy the history teacher on his story, and how he ran into a former student whom he had performed this expirement on. The student, being 15 years older still, upon seeing his teacher, greeted him with the hand gesture that signified you were a member of the Third Wave. I wonder if it was in joking matter, or in spite that he does this. Then I think that maybe that the entire moral was lost on this student. How could these high school students have not realized what they were doing was wrong? Was it the fact that everyone belonged to a group, and everyone could relate? It just makes me wonder. The title of this movie, if you would like to check it out is "The Wave."