Thanksgiving in two days! I'm excited. Today also marks the exciting launch of a new JamesonDesigns.com design and campaign. If you know anyone that needs a website, a better website, or to update a website, send them my way!

The days are just flying. It doesn't feel like halfway through November. I'm about done with my school semester, finally. I guess it doesn't seem like it's taken terribly long. I think my policy of anti-stressful thinking might get me a non passing grade in my math class. Oh well. I'm on this schedule now that says if I don't flunk any math classes, I'll be able to graduate by next fall. Of course if I do flunk even just one math class, I stall my graduation a whole semester because all my math classes have to be taken in order. That really bothers me. I don't like pressure, and that's definitely pressure. Whereas I might've done fine without it, now that I know there's pressure, it's going to be on my mind, and pushing against me the whole way, so odds are, I'm going to do worse, just in the knowing that I can't. Isn't that bullshit? I'm not going to stress out about it, heh heh.

I love the Simpsons. I think it's the only show where I can just read script excerpts and laugh my ass off. That's fucking quality.

I'm running a special on the flu for this week and this week only! For just $10 you can join me in a small, contained room, where I will cough my lungs out and hack up various mysteries of the ancient world for you, afterwhich you'll be guaranteed to have the flu and be hacking up shit yourself in no time. Can't get a better deal than that folks! Fuck flu shots man, just get the flu, and train your body to be immune. Bring that flu on... influenza ain't go nothin on me. I guess there are like 4 strains out there? My mom mentioned a throwing up strain. That strain sounds like a lot of fun... I bet you lose weight while you're "on it", kinda like heroin and meth, only cheaper. Throwing up is pretty fun. Sometimes I wish it was socially acceptable to just throw up all the time. But alas, I'm not a model. Speaking of throwing up, I watched the most retarded movie today with that chick Tracy Gold from Growing Pains that had the bulimia problem. It was called Face of Evil. I looked it up on IMDB.com and was completely startled to find out it was a made for TV- who would've guessed?

Darcy Palmer is a young unsuccessful painter. After killing a student, Brianne Dwyer, she takes her identity and enters an arts college. She soon gets to know the father of her room-mate, who, seduced by Darcy's beauty introduces her to the world of art collections. But the truth is soon discovered: Darcy has already killed more than one girl taking their identity - even Darcy might not be her real name...

I guess when you're sick, even the shittiest tv can really hold your attention. I watched two hours of Dawson's Creek. Normally I can't watch tv for very long, the commercials make me antsy. I think being sick made me really lazy though, cuz all I wanted to do was watch tv. So I guess most people that like tv, are just like me on a bunch of drugs. Intriguing. It was a really funny movie anyways. Tracy Gold just kills this chick in an airport bathroom on accident while trying to steal her purse, then somehow she just stuffs the chick into her own huge suitcase, then she takes the chicks name, ID, and life essentially, and just goes to college for her. To avoid having to do orchestra classes cuz the girl was a violinist, good ole' Tracy slams her pinky in the doorjamb of the door to her dorm room in front of her roommate. When her roommate asks her what she's doing, our heroine answers "Whatever it takes," SLAM! Funny shit. Then she's supposed to meet with this councilor who the real Brianne Dwyer has already met, so to avoid the meeting she puts sulphuric acid in the chicks eye drops. How funny is that? She writes this girls parents letters home and sends cards and stuff. Then when the mom finally shows up on the scene and is like "Yo this ain't my daughter", then Gold's like "Yo your daughter ran off to San Francisco with some man, she asked me to take her place!" hehe. Fucking classic.

Oh, by the way, I had the flu. I forgot to mention that, I only previously "alluded" to it (that's a college word). For like, oh, 6 hours, I wanted to die. Then I only kind of wanted to die. Then I missed some school, missed a day of work, and now I guess I'm ready to go on living. So that worked out alright. It's come to my attention that if I have a really high A in my geography class, and a shitty grade in my math class, it's acceptable for me to ditch geography to work on math. I think so anyways. I got planz. Masterful time management, I say.

Have you ever wondered where I come up with all my brilliant material, scathing commentary, with infinitely clever pictures to match? Well, today I'm going to tell you. First I sit in front of my editor for about 5 minutes and think "I should write something meaningful and deep". So I think of things that are meaningful and deep. Like the meaning of life, the meaning of taxes, why the sky is blue, why jello jiggles, etc. Next, I stare at my fish and think about something I could say about one of those meaningful topics. After about 20 minutes, when I can't think of a single meaningful thing to say about any of those topics, I settle for rambling about my day and making random observations about shit noone cares about. Then when I'm all done, I search my harddrive collection of random shit for a random shitty picture to post. Then I glance it over, nod my head, raise my fists triumphantly and hoot and holler as I watch my masterpiece upload. I'm an artist. I'm going to go make sink art with all the nasty stuff in my throat. I hope that grosses you out, because it was certainly meant to. I wish everyone had the flu... then it'd be like living in a society of retarded people. Everyone would be fucking up and dysfunctional all the time. Shit wouldn't get done, or it'd get done wrong, people would just shrug it off and make excuses or whatever, and noone would care. Oh wait, that's how it is already. Weird.

The date on that last post was totally wrong, but I don't know what the right date would be. I have the hardest time keeping track of days and dates. I had to get a receipt for Finding Nemo, which my mom preordered from Suncoast for her school on her school's credit card. So they need a receipt, which I didn't know. So I go in there, and the chicks there ask me what day I came to pick up the video so they can look up the receipt to get a copy. I don't even remember today, let alone what I did some day last week. Then she asked me what time I was there, egads. I guess I'm going to go ahead and cough up a lung real quick. I dunno how I got sick, but I have this really annoying wussy cough that sounds fake. Hack hack. I shampooed the carpet in my bedroom, so my computer chair is in the other room. At the moment I'm sitting on one of those really big bouncy balls you get from Kmart. It's kind of tricky... it's really short (or it is when I sit on it, heh) so my back hurts and my wrists hurt. Yes, I'm fucking old. My memory is shot, I'm crazy and I fall all over shit and bump into shit all the time, I can't sit any one way longer than 5 minutes without needing to move, I yawn at 4:30 in the afternoon, I whine about my health, and god I'm going to bed now.

Good news kids, Sarah's back up and running (I'm winded already!). Zombeef updates, here we come. Only, not right now. Heh heh. I'm tired dammit. I'll throw something out there, just to satisfy the masses *cough*. I saw Spirited Away... by the guy that made Princess Mononoake (sp I think). Pretty neat movie... I liked it a lot. Random, bizarre story, but interesting and neat and fun. Yeah... looks like I forgot how to talk since my last real update. Ummmmmm.

For being out of the game for so long, you'd think I'd have something more to say. You'd think. God I missed my mp3s.

Does anyone know what Atari game that is over on the right there? There's a big black bar across it from the camera, and I'm just kind of wondering. I was playing it when I was 17 or 18 for some reason. See the watch on my wrist? I've had that same watch since my sophomore year. I tell people that, and they don't believe me. But then I had lunch with a girl I went to highschool with that had the same watch, only with a tricky reflective face, and hers is still running too. No new batteries, no lost time. It's a Timex Ironman Triathalon. Seven years old. I can't imagine my wrist without it. Seriously. Buy Timex. I had a pager, heh heh. I still wear the tennis shoes I have on there too. I can't really figure out if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I imagine I probably still wear the shirt I have on there too. It was just a bit newer back then. You say people get stuck in the 80's... well I'm the epitome of being stuck in the 90's. So sayeth my Soundgarden mp3s. Oh well... at least it's not the early 90's.

Hmm. Happy November! The Simpson's have a new episode on tonight... I hope everyone will be watching it. There's no excuse not to really. Unless you're dead... you should watch it. I actually wish I had blogger now or my own content management thingy. Doing html in Wordpad sucks. I miss my syntax highlighting. This feels so Schindler's List, all black and white. Not to mention Wordpad gives you an error that says it won't keep formatting because you're not working on a .doc, but then it does anyway. Stupid Wordpad, stupid Wordpad. And command line FTP isn't so hot either. Bitch, bitch, moan, moan.

I hope everyone had a fine Halloween. I didn't go to any costume kind of parties or anything until the day after Halloween, and then I didn't even dress up. My costume for Halloween ended up sucking too... I went as gothic trash. But I probably look like gothic trash normally minus blood red lipstick. Oh well... I suck.

I sure don't have anything else of value to say (and it's arguable whether any of that was worth anything). Thanks to JK for the spelling correction... I forgot the "n" in grandiose. I would've caught that in EditPlus, where I do my editing normally, because you can preview a page before you upload it. Oh well... again, I suck. I'm going to watch Identity tonight, which I hear is pretty cool. Then I'm going to do a bunch of homework, watch the Simpsons, and cry myself to sleep over all the children in the world that don't have the Simpsons. It just breaks my heart.