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So, we’re trying something new today. I’m writing this blogpost in Dreamweaver and decided to make a navigation panel so if you don’t feel like reading this whole thing at all at once you can skim over the content via the navigation menu. Also, I made the navigation thing first so I’m going to stay on topic more than usual, involving less bogus rantingz.

Each link is a #somelink type deal, there are id attributes on a bunch of title tags that said links go to. I remembered you could do that recently so I’m demonstrating it in this blogpost. A transcript of this blogpost can be found on the blog at JamesonWilliams.com.

Health

Yeah, I don’t know, nothing bad is really going on, but my toenail hurts so I figured I’d bitch about some shit for a little while. But the first order of business is to talk about doxycycline. It’s a heavy duty antibiotic pill I’ve been taking for my acne. It works like a charm, face is almost clear again. <3<3 Acne free days. <3<3 What the fuck is the deal with me being twenty and still having that shit, enough is enough you know?

Anyway, so there are these like 100mg huge blue pills I pop in the morning. Pa worries bout me being on an antibiotic for an extended period of time on the basis that it affects the immune system. Indeed, it is worrisome. Such is a boy’s yearn to be glamorous.

My bigtoe on the right foot hurts. The top right corner where the nail intersects the flesh is sore. I am afraid it might be a developing ingrown nail or something. But it doesn’t look any different than it should, so you know. Maybe the problem will just take care of itself. That would be sweet. And then to top it off, the skin on my toes is peeling indicating I may have some Athlete’s foot aXion going on or something. But I don’t do athletics, so I’m safe right. eh? Yea okay, gross. Anyway.

I am completely out of money and don’t know how I’m going to eat for the next few days. On Tuesday I should be able to get my bank card working again, so hopefully I can go grocery shopping then. But if not, I have to wait ’til I get my pay check in like a week and a half. Jameson may know hunger, indeed.

Thermodynamics

…is hard. It’s all this nonsense about pressure, volume, and temperature. There’s like a million different specifications on every possible chemical / substance, like specific heat, specific gravity, specific volume, etc. And the simple ideas all have these fudge factor analogues, like the first law of thermodynamics (conservation of energy) can be expressed in terms of unit masses, etc. Anyway, it seems like its going to be a hard class and hypothetically speaking I should be studying it now instead of fucking around posting a blog.

I think it’s sort of like Chemistry but my friend Ben disagrees. I mean, not in the sense that you talk about chemical bonds are anything specifically that’s going on inside molecules, but all the stupid terminology and classifications of liquids and gasses and saturation state variables. Yuck, dude.

Stuff I Ate Today

Ben, his girlfriend and I went to Superfresh ™ Super Market and picked up some stuff for a grillin’ session today. It was nice. I got 6 sausage links for $2.30 which were you know, what you can expect for sausage links of that amount. And we got some big $3.00 slab of meat to split which was really tough and I didn’t season mine or anything, and well, let’s just say: Jameson prefers a well seasoned beef. And we got some vegetables and grilled those up too, on shiskabob things.

So, I see it fit to make a list of the things I ate today:

• Four sausage links
• 1/2 lb. of Steak
• Five Lindt Truffles
• 48 Oz. Lemon-Lime Gatorate
• One Glass of Orange Juice
• A Bunch of Grilled Vegitables

Yea I’ve been really going buck wild on this bag of truffles I found downstairs in the living room. They belong to some girl who went home for a while. I’ve eaten like half the bag, I think it is now beyond the point where she can come back and just be like “Oh, yea, it is possible that none of these were taken.” That is to say, it is dead obvious I have been stuffing my face full of pilfered chocolate for days on end now.

And I smoked alot of cigarettes today. I’ve been drinking huge amounts of lemon-lime gatorage. I can’t wait to get some money and go shopping for real food, Jesus. Yea I get hungry at night and all that’s open is the 24-hour Pantry One down the block (I like to call it the Unipantry.) So I go there and get like gummy worms and gatorade like a fucking 11 year old.

Upcoming Events

My mom overnight mailed my new ATM card to me yesterday, and it got here today at like 3pm. But when I went to use it, it appears they did not keep my PIN the same as promised. So I now have no many and no way to get goods and services until this issue is resolved or I get a paycheck from Lehigh. Which blows because food is one such goods/services item that I would normally seek out.

Tuesday is a pretty big day. Well, I guess Monday would be a big day if it weren’t a holiday. You know, mad love to my veterans and whatnot, but I’m fucking hungry and I wish the bank were open. But it won’t be, because people fight wars and for some reason that is to be glorified by the populous.

Fuck the War, man. Fuck the Man. Yea for real though, this war in Iraq is absolutely out of control, and I in no way support it. It’s time for George Bush to show up to my doorstep, rip down my trouser-pants, and straightup blow my nutz. You know what I’m saying? Guy’s a boner.

Anyway, OMG thermo OMG starts back up on Tuesday. So Hopefully I will have invested some time in learning what the fuck is going on in that class by then, so when I get to that lecture and it gets even more intense I’ll have a paddle to help me canoe through the shit.

Oh yea, get a load of this: the girl who was living in the room I’m supposed to be living in right now painted all this stupid shit in pink acrylic paint on the wall. Such phrases on the wall include:

• “Bubbles”
• “L-Dawg”
• “G-Spot”
• “Ang”
• “Margs”
• etc.

And then there are some dice and flowers and other lame shit. So the landlord stopped by and we gawked at the wall and how bogus the shit was. So I used a palm sander to get the drips from her shitty graffiti job off of the (neon green) walls. On Tuesday I’m going to paint the room white, and hopefully that girl will have taken the rest of her stuff out of there by then so I can move in and get my JCM2000 back from my broseph Chris (mad reppin’ 2 a brother)

Work

I have work tomorrow morning at the helpdesk in the main library. That’s a pretty gnarly job. And it just came to my attention that payroll fucked up and I’m now making 8.00/hr at that job instead of 7.00/hr. Let’s be serious, that’s like enough to buy a rusty chicken cage these days. But the job is so gnarly billz. I just sit at a desk using unrestricted T3 internet connection for five hours at a go.

So, I can do my homework, I can look at porno, I can contribute to Wikipedia, that’s the beauty of it. I don’t actually have any “work” to do, per say. So I’ll gladly take 8.00/hr for that. Payroll still hasn’t put me in the system for my job in Admissions though, which is bogus and preposterous.

I gave a couple pretty successful tours the other day. I was on or sumfin. I had some of those Phineas style athlete/academics kids who were eating up my informal approach to the college tour. And then there was this adorable little theatre nerd / computer science girl who after the tour asked me questions about computer science at Lehigh. it was adorable.

My next girlfriend should be a nerdy one. Nerdy people are pretty rad. I really just don’t care for jocky/athletic/loquacious girls at this point. Well, I’m not sure I ever did. But you know, a “pretty face is a pretty face” was sort of how I used to try and pick them. Except when I was sloppy drunk. Anyway, let’s get back on track here.

I have to admit, I’m sort of running out of gas for this blogXpost and at this point am just trying to get it done so I can roll it out and publish it and do something more worthwhile with my time. Like count pennies or check my myspace five times in a row at 120 second intervals. Ha, yea I do that a lot in my free time, it’s almost like my default activity. Well, you know, I don’t really check my myspace as much as of late cause it’s been pretty dead. It was dying for a while and then like me and Kima usually shot each other back and forth some stuff and that was cool but I don’t talk to her any more. You know, w/e.

Alright, so Country Harvest. I might be making a webpage for them. I’ve been jetting emails back and forth with the guy. Prolly get paid generously for my XeffortsX too. And hell, all the big boys are making real deal web pages for local businesses, I want a piece of the pie. I can do this stuff, I’m a big boy, I swear. Yes. I, Jameson Williams, can hang with the Big Boys.

I was hired to repair computers in the back room of the library but the guy who was supposed to spearhead that hasn’t been on top of his game or something. I’m not sure if it will ever happen. But, it’s a lot like the job I have for next year where I go to peoples places on campus and like repair their computer.

I fucking hate whiny sluts who don’t know shit about shit who are like

“Why is this happening. I don’t know about computers. I’m a whiny slut.”

Yea, fuck the world. I’d take a hot slut over a whiny slut any day.

JamesonWilliams.com

So I had a development marathon earlier this weekend and JamesonWilliams.com is a little more interesting now. There are no obvious broken links anymore, anyway. God, if there’s one thing I hate it’s a broken link, you know what I mean, jellybean? The stylesheet is pretty heinous, so I’ll have to clean that up before I can sit back in my chair and smoke a cigar to celebrate having completed the page. I don’t like cigars anyway. I’m a chain smoker by trade, cigars just don’t have the same medicinal affect that the Phillip Morris Corporation’s Nicotine Packages do. <3 <3 Nicotine Packages <3<3

I’ve been thinking about drinking alot this weekend. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to not be drinking or if it’s alright to. I’m afraid, though, that if I do, it won’t help the state of affairs in my life. Afterall, I stopped because I thought it would make things better. Getting trashed is pretty fun though. Sounds like it needs some more debate before any rash decisions are made.

Anyway, go to my website and look it over and then let me know what you think. If you can’t think of a good way to let me know, just send me an email or something. Email is pretty universal right. The government should nationalize the internet and email and require that every American citizen have an email address. Except for farmers and sluts. Farmers cause they don’t need computers, and sluts cause the world doesn’t want to talk to them anyway.

Okay, this blog post is about over now, I suspect. We’ll cya!