Monday, December 29, 2014

Guess Whos Back

Back Again?! A less-prose-worthy more-inconsistent less-hard-hitting JGeds Back EDIT: It's going to take some time to re-create the look, but the feel is still here, meaning I (most likely) won't be going back recreating my previous posts, but I will be updating things like headers/social media linkages/etc. It's a work in progress, similar to my rental house basement. Meaning, this shit may never happen but if I get a wild hair long enough (and if my roommate bothers me enough) it may just work.

UPDATE: My beautiful girlfriend - hereto known as The Girl - was the aforementioned "Roommate"

Monday, September 27, 2010

Bigger and better things

Ever since the blogger update I haven't had much time to really update this page. So, instead of feigning interest in blogger I have decided to move on to Tumblr.

New name, new look, same grab bagging and general bullshit (also happens to be my moto for the 2010 ND Football season, ZINGER!)

Update your sidebars, RSS feeds, etc. I doubt NewSchool gets much more play time, but ya never know....

J-Ged Ruff Ryder

Are you gonna live your life wonderin' standing in the back lookin' around?
Are you gonna waste your time thinkin' how you've grown up or how you missed out?

Thursday, August 19, 2010

White Boy Fresh

A roommate and I have a new blog in the works, relating to hip-hop and Mrs. Harding-esque explications. Been done before (and probably better than we will do) but like all drunken plans, they sound great until you wake up in the morning. So blogga's (esp those on the far east coast *cough *SNEEEZZEEE*... summer allergies...quite the bitch) stick me to this.


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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Moved in

Well.... half way.

Picture tour in the works. I gotta wait for the decorations to come up though so it may be a bit.


Thursday, August 5, 2010

the empties are hiding the clock
so fuck it
lets ride this thing out

Monday, July 19, 2010

What I'm Not

I'm not as blog-dedicated as this guy.

Not as creative/original/talented with the typed-word as this girl.

Not as outlandish, outgoing, or brutally honest as this rad dude (can't say I haven't tried though)

My blog isn't as fun to look at as this one.

I don't keep a running bucket-list for the whole world to see. Not because I'm against the idea. I love the idea and I do have one buried deep in a sock drawer, or a backpack, or.... fuck where is my bucket list? I don't post it because I know myself well enough to know I have trouble sticking to things, whether it be spoken, written, or signed in blood. As the months remaining draw thin I'm proving myself correct again. Kudos to this guy. And the frosh.

I'm also not using my blog to persue a specific topic, as the kraze does so consistently well. And in a totally different but equally compelling way, the aprodite.

In the end, my little home-away-from-home on the interwebz reflects my real dwelling place pretty well. Jack of all trades. Master of Nothing. I never seem to be here as much as I want and when I am here more often than not it is for a fleeting moment. A post-it note on the door reminding me to turn the air conditioning down or check the cat's litter box before I go to __________. Lot's of poop/pee/dick jokes. Not enough substance. As the greatest English teacher I will ever have would say to me without fail," Too much telling, not enough showing."

[This is usually the paragraph where I promise to "do better" and post more often with more quality. Maybe the school year will bring a renewed passion for my telling of all things mundane/nonsensical, but for now I'm pretty meh. In the mean time, do what I do and read these blogs. They are what I am not.


Before shit gets too depressing....

I bare thee farewell with one last parting gift:

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Confession: some girl I talked to on AIM a few times back in high school would always call me Joey Ramone. She was a friend of a friend and we never actually met in person, but I grew pretty fond of the nickname. It had a certain hip, edgey, five-years-past-pop-culture-relevance-but-still-powerful type of je nous se qua to it. I still like it and any time I see a picture of Joey or hear the Ramones for one quick second I flash back to her.

Moral: If you don't want me to remember you, don't give me a good nickname.