Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Oh, boy! Just need to vent right now.
Well, not even really a vent just me complaining about how tired I feel. Dude, I need to get a computer with Photoshop on it, or just spend more time at school. Maybe I should invest in RTA bus passes, the monthly ones, dig?
Anywho, I should really be doing my Photoshop homework right now, but instead I'm on remix.nin.com listening to an ambient remix of The Perfect Drug, its comforting. Yeah, this is a pretty sick remix, in a mellow ambient kind of way, which is exactly what I needd right now.
Its weird how I don't really talk to too many people from high school, I'll occasionally show my face at one of Britt's parties and I'll see all these familiar faces, people I know still live in Riverside and we all coexist every-damn-day but I don't talk to anybody. In fact, I don't really talk to anybody these days.
Another Perfect Drug remix came on, this one is less ambient but still sick as fuck.
"How sick is a fuck, Jestro?" You might be thinking.
"Listen to the song and then you'll understand. The great thing about music, is it connects on a level that doesn't need words (Think about that scene in The Matrix Revolutions where Neo is talking to those programs about love...DAYYUUUUM!, well they aren't talking about music, but the relation between words and the things they've been attached to. Mind=blown).
FUCK!
I'm full of energy because I drank a cup of coffee about forty minutes ago but I REALLY don't want to do this homework, but I'll do it because I'm paying two thousand dollars to take this class and its the mature thing to do, can you dig it?
So Carla asked me about my tattoo today, and JUST as I was going to go into the speech I had prepared in that event that it happened, I caught eyes with the janitor and had to greet her, in Spanish. Then her and her friends started laughing, so I lost my ice breaker. Fail, bro, Fail.
Meh, fuck it.
Actually, this remix isn't so good, the intro was much better than the bulk of the song.
Trapped in a Room? Yeah, I'm still trying to work on it, its just another thing in my endless list of things to do. Maybe I'll contact Este-trance and meet up with him tonight, since I don't have school until Tuesday. But I don't know! Friday afternoon I'm supposed to meet up with Helios9 and jam or write, its still undecided. But we're making some pretty beatly music, I'm actually really diggin it, I jive you not. I hope we'll get it off the ground, then I can have something to take the stress away. Wahahahaha! Stress, psh! Listen to me sounding like sucha baby. Disregard all that, friends. I'm using the band to get chicks. Hahaha, I wish!
Alright, back to business. Be safe everybody.
-Sir Jestro
Well, not even really a vent just me complaining about how tired I feel. Dude, I need to get a computer with Photoshop on it, or just spend more time at school. Maybe I should invest in RTA bus passes, the monthly ones, dig?
Anywho, I should really be doing my Photoshop homework right now, but instead I'm on remix.nin.com listening to an ambient remix of The Perfect Drug, its comforting. Yeah, this is a pretty sick remix, in a mellow ambient kind of way, which is exactly what I needd right now.
Its weird how I don't really talk to too many people from high school, I'll occasionally show my face at one of Britt's parties and I'll see all these familiar faces, people I know still live in Riverside and we all coexist every-damn-day but I don't talk to anybody. In fact, I don't really talk to anybody these days.
Another Perfect Drug remix came on, this one is less ambient but still sick as fuck.
"How sick is a fuck, Jestro?" You might be thinking.
"Listen to the song and then you'll understand. The great thing about music, is it connects on a level that doesn't need words (Think about that scene in The Matrix Revolutions where Neo is talking to those programs about love...DAYYUUUUM!, well they aren't talking about music, but the relation between words and the things they've been attached to. Mind=blown).
FUCK!
I'm full of energy because I drank a cup of coffee about forty minutes ago but I REALLY don't want to do this homework, but I'll do it because I'm paying two thousand dollars to take this class and its the mature thing to do, can you dig it?
So Carla asked me about my tattoo today, and JUST as I was going to go into the speech I had prepared in that event that it happened, I caught eyes with the janitor and had to greet her, in Spanish. Then her and her friends started laughing, so I lost my ice breaker. Fail, bro, Fail.
Meh, fuck it.
Actually, this remix isn't so good, the intro was much better than the bulk of the song.
Trapped in a Room? Yeah, I'm still trying to work on it, its just another thing in my endless list of things to do. Maybe I'll contact Este-trance and meet up with him tonight, since I don't have school until Tuesday. But I don't know! Friday afternoon I'm supposed to meet up with Helios9 and jam or write, its still undecided. But we're making some pretty beatly music, I'm actually really diggin it, I jive you not. I hope we'll get it off the ground, then I can have something to take the stress away. Wahahahaha! Stress, psh! Listen to me sounding like sucha baby. Disregard all that, friends. I'm using the band to get chicks. Hahaha, I wish!
Alright, back to business. Be safe everybody.
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Updates on "Trapped"
Okay, so I gave a copy of Trapped in a Room to my Literature professor and just got it back today, to my pleasant surprise she really liked it. She had quite a few suggestions that I never considered. One that really stood out was giving it a more ambiguous title, which I first I was kind of against but then as I read her comment further she said, ""make the reader work for it." and that really perked a response in me.
I had also given a copy to one of my coworkers from BLD and he had some good suggestions too, about different things, some of which I never even considered.
But the most important thing and the main reason I'm writing this post is because my Literature professor suggested that I submit it to a competition that's coming up. The deadline is December first which gives me a whole month to revise it. That's good because I'd want to show my professor my revisions and she how she felt about them.
So I might actually accomplish my New Year's Resolution after all. Which would be BEAST as fuck, dig?
Expect to see updates and revisions of it on here in the next few days, but it won't be too drastic of a change, so if you're expecting that you will be let down.
Alright people, let's do this!
-Sir Jestro
I had also given a copy to one of my coworkers from BLD and he had some good suggestions too, about different things, some of which I never even considered.
But the most important thing and the main reason I'm writing this post is because my Literature professor suggested that I submit it to a competition that's coming up. The deadline is December first which gives me a whole month to revise it. That's good because I'd want to show my professor my revisions and she how she felt about them.
So I might actually accomplish my New Year's Resolution after all. Which would be BEAST as fuck, dig?
Expect to see updates and revisions of it on here in the next few days, but it won't be too drastic of a change, so if you're expecting that you will be let down.
Alright people, let's do this!
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Earlier This Week
I'm walking down the hallway at my school, I'm in Building One heading back to the Main Building. I had just left the Student Store and had a (short) nice heart warming talk with the cute girl, Carla about The Walking Dead and was feeling pretty good, when suddenly I see my friend Calandra walking towards me. Calandra is one of those "ghetto girls", the kind that Mann and Sean Kingstong talk about.
"Hey, Ryan!" She calls out to me.
"Sup, Calandra?...Yo, my throat is just so sore..." I call back overacting that last bit, with my hand around my throat.
"Aww, why-?"
"From all that GAME I WAS SPITTIN! DAYYUUUMMM!!" I cut her off. She turns away and walks in another direction waving her arm and shouting in a loud voice,
"I am SO DONE WITH YOU!"
Then we laughed and parted ways.
This is now my life, non-fiction. Is it better than my brutal works of fiction? You decide.
-Sir Jestro
"Hey, Ryan!" She calls out to me.
"Sup, Calandra?...Yo, my throat is just so sore..." I call back overacting that last bit, with my hand around my throat.
"Aww, why-?"
"From all that GAME I WAS SPITTIN! DAYYUUUMMM!!" I cut her off. She turns away and walks in another direction waving her arm and shouting in a loud voice,
"I am SO DONE WITH YOU!"
Then we laughed and parted ways.
This is now my life, non-fiction. Is it better than my brutal works of fiction? You decide.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, October 20, 2011
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Saturday, October 08, 2011
Thursday, October 06, 2011
Blah ramble blah-ski
So I really need to start planning things out better. I started eating "better" by not being a glutton anymore and because of that I feel really exhausted. Or it might also be from all the bike riding I've been doing; in an attempt to save money I've decided to ride the bus only when I absolutely need to, thus my legs and back are always sore.
I had my blood taken from me yesterday, that was disgusting. Just remembering it makes my stomach tense up and my head get light.
I should also probably start taking less morning classes, the lack of sleep in junction with all my excuses above are making me cranky.
But on to the less depressing stuff.
I'm sitting in my Image Manipulation class right now, class doesn't begin until One so I'm killing time by blogging. If I weren't so caught up with Trapped I'd probably have time and now the resources to write Marionette's Maze or maybe even that Art Deco Punk story I've been thinking about. Both should be really good, worth waiting for.
I've posted a picture of a possible page layout for Trapped page One on my Twitpic, so if you guys follow me be sure to check regularly for updates. For those of you who don't, its pretty simple just go to Twitpic.com or even Twitter.com and search for me, @sirjestro Wow, I know pretty original, huh?
I broke down and bought Lights' new album, Siberia and I must say, its pretty amazing. You should all buy a copy.
That's probably enough rambling for one day. Be sure to keep an eye on Twitpic, I've got two weeks to draw seven pages, they'll just be roughs but that's still pretty awesome!
-Sir Jestro
I had my blood taken from me yesterday, that was disgusting. Just remembering it makes my stomach tense up and my head get light.
I should also probably start taking less morning classes, the lack of sleep in junction with all my excuses above are making me cranky.
But on to the less depressing stuff.
I'm sitting in my Image Manipulation class right now, class doesn't begin until One so I'm killing time by blogging. If I weren't so caught up with Trapped I'd probably have time and now the resources to write Marionette's Maze or maybe even that Art Deco Punk story I've been thinking about. Both should be really good, worth waiting for.
I've posted a picture of a possible page layout for Trapped page One on my Twitpic, so if you guys follow me be sure to check regularly for updates. For those of you who don't, its pretty simple just go to Twitpic.com or even Twitter.com and search for me, @sirjestro Wow, I know pretty original, huh?
I broke down and bought Lights' new album, Siberia and I must say, its pretty amazing. You should all buy a copy.
That's probably enough rambling for one day. Be sure to keep an eye on Twitpic, I've got two weeks to draw seven pages, they'll just be roughs but that's still pretty awesome!
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Tuesday, October 04, 2011
Vent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111
I feel as though I need to do this.
I know, I know bitching and venting aren't things people want to read but it feels like this is the only place I can turn to.
To begin, I think my job at BLD might be in danger. A few months ago I was written up for my inventory in the snack bar being off. In other words, they accused me of stealing Rockstars and Orange Juices. I was written up and put on probation which I only recently came off of, or so it seemed. Getting one day a week is kind of an insult otherwise.
I'm beginning to feel like one of my managers is trying to set me up again. Wait, wait wait, let me rephrase. If this happens to be the same person who set me up as it was last time, I will NOT stand for it. I'm calling HR all the way. Getting fired from a job is a bad thing, but its an absurd thing if its for something you didn't do. So that's one thing that's stressing me out.
The next is school. I'm about five hours into my third quarter and I'm already tired, that might be because all I've been drinking these last two days is water and black coffee, sometimes with ice, sometimes without. Needless to say, I didn't sleep much last night but whatever I don't like sleeping all that much, which all of you reading this should know. But the stressful thing is, my time management is going to be tested weekly this quarter; for my Art History class (remember this class JUST let out and its the only one I've been to thus far) our entire quarter follows our text book to a T, but the problem with that is -- don't read, can't do homework, fail tests, retake class, waste two grand.
"So just man-up and buy the book" you might say to me. Ha! I thought of that, and during our first break I did just that. Went to my favorite website, amazon.com and found an eight dollar copy, paid a total of twelve bucks. I was feeling great. But then my instructor says something along the lines of, "You can't use any other edition than the one right here." and shows me an edition I didn't buy. So I think to myself, fuck it, I'll contact the seller and just get the correct edition. Wrong, well not entirely.
I do the first part, contact the seller, still waiting for them to reply. But I searched the correct edition and the cheapest copy was over 180 bucks. Fuck that noise, not happening.
To make matters worse, I guess, there are only two copies in the school library and our homework needs to be read (about sixty pages a week) and typed up (on word). FML, I don't own a computer.
So basically, i calmed my white ass down and concluded: just show up Fridays and Wednesday mornings, when you don't have school and even stay a few hours after school (catching the last shuttle back to Riverside) in order to use the book AND the computer.
That computer issue also bleeds over into my Image Manipulation class. That's just a fancy way of saying "Photoshop class". So I'll be in the library A LOT this quarter, but I'm going to do it, wanna know why? Because I'd rather be stressing about things my last issue relates to than stressing about jobs like BLD and Music Mike's, not to imply that I dislike these classes but you all should know by now my dream is to do something artistic. So if busting my ass for four years riding buses and shuttles to and from school and work, riding bikes to these places, staying for longer than the classes are to stay caught up, to not eating as much, means I get to reach my goals of writing, making comic, making movies, making cartoons, making music then I'll gladly do these. But vent every once in a while.
So the last thing I'm stressing about, and honestly I'm stressing very little about this, is my comic. I've decided to start with Trapped in a Room, because at this point I'm still not as confident with my drawing abilities as I am with my writing abilities, and even those can be added to. I'm stuck on the fact that the antagonist of the story are the rooms, which means I won't let myself draw shitty looking rooms. I'm thinking of doing a style kind of like a manga called Biomega, but we'll see.
Oh, and one more thing. It had to be this way, Lights' new CD Siberia just came out today and I know I shouldn't buy it, but you all should know that I want to. ARGH! The stress!
Anyway, my friends. Wish me luck.
Love,
-Sir Jestro
I know, I know bitching and venting aren't things people want to read but it feels like this is the only place I can turn to.
To begin, I think my job at BLD might be in danger. A few months ago I was written up for my inventory in the snack bar being off. In other words, they accused me of stealing Rockstars and Orange Juices. I was written up and put on probation which I only recently came off of, or so it seemed. Getting one day a week is kind of an insult otherwise.
I'm beginning to feel like one of my managers is trying to set me up again. Wait, wait wait, let me rephrase. If this happens to be the same person who set me up as it was last time, I will NOT stand for it. I'm calling HR all the way. Getting fired from a job is a bad thing, but its an absurd thing if its for something you didn't do. So that's one thing that's stressing me out.
The next is school. I'm about five hours into my third quarter and I'm already tired, that might be because all I've been drinking these last two days is water and black coffee, sometimes with ice, sometimes without. Needless to say, I didn't sleep much last night but whatever I don't like sleeping all that much, which all of you reading this should know. But the stressful thing is, my time management is going to be tested weekly this quarter; for my Art History class (remember this class JUST let out and its the only one I've been to thus far) our entire quarter follows our text book to a T, but the problem with that is -- don't read, can't do homework, fail tests, retake class, waste two grand.
"So just man-up and buy the book" you might say to me. Ha! I thought of that, and during our first break I did just that. Went to my favorite website, amazon.com and found an eight dollar copy, paid a total of twelve bucks. I was feeling great. But then my instructor says something along the lines of, "You can't use any other edition than the one right here." and shows me an edition I didn't buy. So I think to myself, fuck it, I'll contact the seller and just get the correct edition. Wrong, well not entirely.
I do the first part, contact the seller, still waiting for them to reply. But I searched the correct edition and the cheapest copy was over 180 bucks. Fuck that noise, not happening.
To make matters worse, I guess, there are only two copies in the school library and our homework needs to be read (about sixty pages a week) and typed up (on word). FML, I don't own a computer.
So basically, i calmed my white ass down and concluded: just show up Fridays and Wednesday mornings, when you don't have school and even stay a few hours after school (catching the last shuttle back to Riverside) in order to use the book AND the computer.
That computer issue also bleeds over into my Image Manipulation class. That's just a fancy way of saying "Photoshop class". So I'll be in the library A LOT this quarter, but I'm going to do it, wanna know why? Because I'd rather be stressing about things my last issue relates to than stressing about jobs like BLD and Music Mike's, not to imply that I dislike these classes but you all should know by now my dream is to do something artistic. So if busting my ass for four years riding buses and shuttles to and from school and work, riding bikes to these places, staying for longer than the classes are to stay caught up, to not eating as much, means I get to reach my goals of writing, making comic, making movies, making cartoons, making music then I'll gladly do these. But vent every once in a while.
So the last thing I'm stressing about, and honestly I'm stressing very little about this, is my comic. I've decided to start with Trapped in a Room, because at this point I'm still not as confident with my drawing abilities as I am with my writing abilities, and even those can be added to. I'm stuck on the fact that the antagonist of the story are the rooms, which means I won't let myself draw shitty looking rooms. I'm thinking of doing a style kind of like a manga called Biomega, but we'll see.
Oh, and one more thing. It had to be this way, Lights' new CD Siberia just came out today and I know I shouldn't buy it, but you all should know that I want to. ARGH! The stress!
Anyway, my friends. Wish me luck.
Love,
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, October 02, 2011
Saturday, October 01, 2011
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