Joel F

Show me someone who ain't f'ed up

I can seriously recommend the TV shows Freeks and Geaks, Undeclared, Entourage, Scrubs, and Nip/Tuck. I thought the Family Guy movie was pretty damn hilarious. I can tell you that showtimes new show 'Weeds', about the suburban life of a freshly widowed over 30 year old woman who deals with her untimely finacial crises by dealing pot, sucks hard. I plan on watching the 3rd and 4th seasons of 24 because that used to be my show but I had to stop watching it because I was busy scoring chicks. Next in line for my viewing pleasure, as per recommendation by Tommy Dahlk, is the Shield.

Mr. Bryant Bone! What I saw of the Office was pretty damn funny.

Since I just started watching Nip/Tuck on Monday, I'm in the middle of some pretty intense plot lines, so please let me share one with you.

Actually, here is a small view of the drama in one of the character's lives.

Matt McNamara (John Hensley)- Christian and Julia's troubled son. He was raised thinking that he was Sean's son, and still treats Sean as has father even after the revelation that Christian is his biological father. He is often involved in activity that would be considered criminal or unseemly to the average person: In the first season he and a friend smoke marijuana while driving a car, resulting in Matt running over and gruesomely disfiguring a teenage girl. Matt refuses to take accountability for the accident, instead trying to gain atonement by convicing Sean to do pro-bono surgery and repair the girl's disfigurement. He later enters into a relationship with a pair of teenage lesbians who want to use him to spice up their sex lives; Matt's involvement serves to ruin the girls' relationship. He spends the majority of Season 2 sleeping wit Ava, Julia's personal counselor, a woman nearly twenty years his senior, who was previously involved in a sexual relationship with her step-son. Unbeknownst to Matt, Ava is actually a middle-aged man who has undergone a sex change operation.

I'd also like to mention that this guy was casted because he resembles michael jackson and in the show he tries to give himself a circumcision, does a bad job of cutting, and has to have his plastic surgeon dad and other dad repair his penis.

I have a debate tournament this weekend

Weezer songs have guitar solos

Today I got up at 5:30am, finished my dream, and went back to bed. I woke up to a knocking at my door at about 1130 and then left to go paintballing.

I got shot on my left arm within 10 feet by some preteen child, even though I had just taken myself out of the round because I ran about of ammo.

When we got back, Noaki stopped by and named my glass. Then I had a beer in the shower. It felt weird drinking after my lips were already wet, yet I finished with a chug.

I wonder if it is time to change my cell phone's answering machine. I was thinking of changing it to: "Hi I'm Joel and I have awesome shoes"

Tonight: Beach/Foam party

The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic. Impulsive thinker, Compulsive drinker, addict

The first week is done and the real feel of school is just around the corner. Absent completing any real assignments, I still need to make my casual transition from worthless life potato where I have not written anything interesting since maybe mid May to an inspired academic youth who lives just to turn out world shaking reports like he is dealing cards. My writing that last sentence was my way of hinting I am probably scared of problems in performance. Inside scholastic walls, I am a self identified writer who recognizes my plight of only being worth the words I write. Two things have helped me cope with this.

Emory has this new faculty member named Kevin Young, who also happens to be this famous poet. He won something called the Guggenheim Fellowship. I went to his reading last Thursday. In the middle of revealing his unfadeable talent, he said that for months after the death of his father he could not write. When he eventually became comfortable about thinking about his father in a writer's context, he ended up producing some of what he considers his best work. This tells me that there are things that happen in life that will naturally turn you off to writing, but eventually everything has a place to become soul filled material.

Secondly, if you have checked out my aim profile lately, Thom Yorke of Radiohead has a blog. In his last entry he wrote:

i dont know. what do people write in blogs normally?
i could write about how im finding it difficult to finish lyrics.
that there are giant waves of self doubt crashing over me and if i could allieviate this with a simple pill ...
i think i would

i have absolutely no idea what i am talking about

This is maybe the guy I idolize the most, outside of baseball and professional wrestling, and he is apparently as clueless about how to find success as anyone.

So I think what I have learned is, as long as you are genuine in your craft and have something to offer it is good to produce your work whenever possible. It's kind of like how I want a new Radiohead cd. It could be about anything and I wouldn't care, I just want it. It doesn't need to be about Iraq (thanks for the input DMB) but it could be about Iraq (System of a Down rocks the shit!).

So hopefully if you are likeable, you will be liked. And if not maybe people will understand that I got screwed over.

I have sinned and I am so confused for I am a wicked child

Inbetween trying to listen and letting my mind fly out the window in my fake science class this morning, my right hand grabbed a pen and wrote the words, “Lower Your Standards” in some pretty dece handwriting on my thin manila folder I use for fake classes. I mean do you think that is good advice? It’s like it came from a weegie board or something. I probably wrote it because all of last night I was badly trying to visualize some possibilities should this alteration in taste become a reality. It would be just like diving in with a spoon.

I'm very discreet... but I will haunt your dreams.

I think yesterday was possibly the best birthday I have ever had in terms of being surrounding by overall good feelings. I can’t help but feel spoiled when people are nice to me and yesterday people were nice all day long. It was like being able to order dessert off the dessert menu. I can best express the degree to which I was overwhelmed with niceness through some fun statistics.

In total I received four instant message birthday greetings from college buddies;

rossage89 (5:28:05 PM): yo yo, Happy birthday!

Cl0ck Struck 12 (8:36:42 PM): Happy Birthday!!

One text message:
Geneva: Happy 20th bday joel! U rock!

Phone calls from Mom and Dad, Grandma Kate, Sister Maureen Ellen, and Jeff Sisson

I got three voice mails (2 from Jmac <- w000000t!)

I got 10 different posts on my facebook wall when it had only been written on about 10 times since its June 9th, 2004 activation.

I received 8 facebook messages when the last time I had received one was on August 8th (before that was June 27th.)

I was lucky enough to get both a fb message and wall posting by someone named Joel Fults from Texas, who I don't know.

I don’t know, having just left Omaha and still hearing from everyone on my bday was great for me. So if you wished me a happy birthday I pretty much need to sing at your wedding.

but that’s not all. After everyone saw 40 Year Old Virgin (Catherine Keener is hot!) my friends got me a birthday cake and sang happy birthday to me!! They are amazing and I wouldn’t get dressed in the morning or shave or anything if it weren’t for them.

As you can see, I am overjoyed.

I wished for straight A’s

Then Anushka thought it was a good idea to stuff a piece of cake in my mouth.

Farrell was there

19 has rocked thus far. I start my creative writing class tomorrow.

All I have to give

I'm back in school and it has been fun. I have seen a good many of my friends. However, now is really the time when you recognize people because you had classes with them or lived close to them (or know them by facebook) and awkwardly avoid eye contact, as if you've never met them. Farrell told me a story about how he had to wait in line in the book store for about 35 minutes, standing directly ahead of someone he knew from his old dorm though they never had exchanged names. All should empathize that shitty sitch because you know he had to just stand there silently thinking about nothing but trying not to raise an uncomfortable interaction (the kind that makes your face sweat from faking grins so hard).

My room is incredible. The person who I had planned on living with likes to cheat the system a lot, so after we made our living agreements with the university he put in a room change request. He ended up with a single down the hall and now I have a double all to my pimp ass self. I get to pick all the posters and all the music and all the females that will ever enter this room. I also can shave my pubes whenever I want. I haven�t exactly talked to any of my neighbors yet, but I�m sure I will make a few new friends in my building.

So because of sun shining summer days I hadn�t actually been listening to that much music. But it pays to be from Omaha, because all you have to do is introduce people to The Faint, The Good Life, and some of the awesomest 311 songs and you�ve made a good friend.

Alright, I won�t have a digital camera for a while, but Santa knows I want one bad so I�m sure I will have picturing taking abilities eventually. Until then, please bear with me in understanding that these words are all I have to give. I�ll have a photographer come into my room and then maybe we can get some snapshots up on Wandy Teeth.