Today was a day just like any other.
In times like these.
Shaved face, had a fire, woke up at 11, ate at Franklin, dorm stormed, ate a cheeseburger, rode my bike from Sunderland to NoHo. Next step, get on a bus, shower, do it all over.
Sup dud
Julie and I broke up, I'm in my 5th year at UMass (with two BA's done and a minor on the way), and I still hate olives. This week, I continue to try conquering tomatoes.
"Shit!" ...and Other Stuff About Being Pist
Lips, Ross, Dale and I just got back from a roadtrip which took us from Florida to Cape by car. During my trip I learned many things, mainly that Dale's farts are horrible and colitis is a sad-sad disease. Towards the end of the trip, we affectionately referred to ourselves as "Team Pist", because of our generally shitty attitudes towards each other and the world, serious or otherwise.
Let me tell you some shit about being pist, its fucked. Pist isn't like being mad or angry. It's when you get so pist that you start saying shit that isn't about cunt but shit. I can't really explain the idea behind being pist, you just have to live it. Like an orgasm, you'll know when it happens.
The point of this post is to declare the beginning to what will probably end up becoming a lifelong endeavor, the book of Jim Barabe, the bible of NH, a libro prompted and edited by Neil Johnson. My high school english teacher thinks that the idea of "being pist" has already been monopolized by "Shit My Dad Says" and George Carlin, both of which are dead. Is pist dead forever? Possibly, seeing as "Torrets Guy" is also supposedly dead. Regardless, I'm going to write a book and try to get on TV with it or maybe not, but I really don't care because I won't want to pay the money to publish anyways.
NH, NC,
-Jim
PhiBD 2010
Can't say that I just woke up, but it is 740am. I tossed around in bed since 1230 last night. Hope band camp goes well, shouldn't be too bad.
Lucy is sitting on Julie's head, ha.
Hi.
Heres a picture to get your attention.
Long Story Short:
Tila Tequila went to Juggalo Fest and get a bunch a rocks thrown at her. When you suck so bad that even Juggalos hate you, you know your in a shitty place in life.
It's one thing to have a strange sense of humor. It's a completely different thing to have no sense of humor but still be funny. I'm curious why my friends and I come up with the jokes that we do. Most people that meet me, immediately think that I'm a bit outspoken and strange, but truth be it, most of my inspiration comes from friends at home including but not limited to Bryan West, Lips, Chris Kelly, Steves (A joke in itself, I don't have a friend named Steve plural), Bryan Way, the crazy everyday happenings of our lives, and the the unexpected moments that occurred because of drug use or conveniently fucked up mishaps.
Since turning 21, I have gone to a bar only a handful of times. Cherry Bombs with Lip, Lisa and Chris Kelly, Black and Tans with Elaine, Guinness with the boys (this includes Julie) at Bobby Byrne's on the fateful day, and some scummy bar crap with Lip. The best thing about being legal is playing pool after midnight and free UFC matches. Although I haven't gotten into a bar for a fight yet, I hope that I can see a bunch this upcoming semester at the townie bar a few blocks away called Snowzees which used to be called Seven O's (a much better and less gay name).
Happy New Year
It's that time of year once again, people are singing, turkeys are in the wings, everyone is drunk, and suicide rates are up. I spent Thanksgiving with Juliet's family a few miles down the street and this year we got in and got out pretty quickly. For Christmas, I went back and forth between my house and Julie's mom's house. Julie's family is always interesting.
Top 3 List of Christmas Presents 2009:
1. Fender Active Jazz Bass V
2. Bath Robe, Sweaters, Classy Shirts, and Nice Socks
3. Charles Manson's dignity.
Let's talk about greenman.
I wish that I could have thought of this before "It's Always Sunny" made it big. There is nothing more hilarious than a guy running around in green spandex making a business of acting like a juggalo and kicking people in the balls.
Fin.
Holy shit.
Just found the best thing ever.
I've tried to start multiple bands in the last five or so years, and none have ever taken off or written more than a few songs. A few bands I've been in include: "2 Girls 1 Tuna, Phone Calls from Dale, Boxcar and a Jug of Wine/Me and You vs Everyone, and Synapse."
This has lead me to conclude that Neil's dad is a lot better at the logistics involved in music than I am. In the last year, I've played with Polka Dan's Beetbox Band and the Saturday Night Blues at the Claddah; both have been great experiences.
Today the pit got a new chart to go along with this year's theme, Pirates of the Caribbean. The song is called "The Closer", although this song is not the last in our set-list. We also have "Davey Jones", "Kracken", and the percussion feature "Bill Bailey".
Good times at UMass.
Dan Rubington, make your blogs shorter, fewer, and funnier.
Like the book "Night Mother", the pages of the calender seem to be turning quicker and quicker as I move foreward.
It seems like just yesterday, I was packing all of Julie, Neil, and my belongings into the back of my Mom's 98 Expidetion to make the long trek from UMass Amherst to Cape Cod. In contrast, it seems like its been years since I crashed my Ford Focus into a rental car stopped at the yield sign where 28 meets 151 in North Falmouth. Strangely, these two events happened either a day apart or within hours of eachother; this is not important. Well, here it is, UMass in all its glory. As Steph Band would say enthusiastically: "Welcome to Band Camp!" I don't know exactly when I got here, but it was either Friday or Thursday morning. I drove to Bryant's house in South Hadley the night before to prevent a 3 hour, 6am drive. We had a good time watching the food network and playing bass. When I woke up at 430AM to drive him to work, I actually felt well rested for once in my life. I will be bringing my air matress up to school because I honestly think that did the trick for me. BAND BAND BAND. I can never get enough. harharhar
Somehow, I've made it three years in the UMass Drumline. Who would have thought when I showed up on day 1, three years ago, with a pair of 5A's in hand ready to play snare that I would still be allowed to play with these guys. Since then, I have learnd SOO much. I started out on Cymbals and when Bryant moved on, Thom invited me to play bass for Marimba Band II, Hoop Band, and the Drumline. What the fuck was he thinking?
This has been a really hard, and constant struggle. I usually feel like I'm hanging on tight with one hand while I go through a crazy roller coaster. Finally, experience is starting to back me up. After playing all of last year in three ensambles and starting to practice more frequently, I am sight-reading and my ear is improveing even more. I hope that within the next year, if not this year, I will be half the musician that any of my predicessors turned out to be.
If you are in high school, and you love music do yourself a favor and go to UMass.
Beards - A carbonated beverage and way of life.
Not many people in the age group of 16-20 can grow a sizable beard. Most people seem to have a problem filling out very specific areas such as the cheeks and connecting space between mustache and chin.
The first time I shaved my face, I used a razor that was given to me with a $10 purchase at CVS. I didn't think to use shaving cream or water, but at that point it didn't really matter that much because at 14, you don't have facial hair unless you're Chris Howland. (Seen on the left in the photograph below.)
Without a mustache, he has no face. This is not by any means an attack, merely an example.
anyhow....
Somewhere during my senior year, or maybe even before, I decided not to shave for what probably amounted to three weeks. To my suprize, a beard was born.
Once while riding a bus during a Furtek field trip, Katie Sylvester commented that she would never want to kiss a guy with facial hair, with that, my beard became security from Mashpee AA 07.
I don't know where I'm going with this so I'll talk about something else.
Since Christmas, I have had a splitter in my car dividing my cigarette lighter into two separate but equal plugs so that I could power both my radar detector and my iPod charger. Well, the problem with this setup was that the cord to the radar detector was unsightly, dividing my windshield in half, the splitter blocked my volume control knob as well as half of the radio, and finally, somewhere in the month of March, I pushed too hard on the splitter causing the wiring to become faulty. Much like when I broke Lips' CD player in his car stereo, bumps started causing the radar detector and iPod to turn off and on at a whim.
Finally I found a solution to this while sitting in the 15 minute parking spot, listening to Living in America by James Brown. I ripped the map lights and sunroof controls down from my ceiling and found a positive wire by electrocuting myself. I cut the cord on my radar detector and hardwired it to the power supply of my interior lights. After running the chord along the interior of my roof, I had fiberglass splinters, and a radar detector mounted above and to the left of the drivers seat. It looks great, if you want me to do it for you, I will free of charge.
Dino is a Wamp now. That's good for him. I hope my family becomes Wamp so that we can survive the recession on soverign lands.
Easy, Lucky, Free: is a bad tattoo to get above your private parts,
-Jim
Why not?
Over the last few weeks Neil has been talking about graduating from college and rather than instantly jumping into a career, taking some time off to enjoy life and music. I don't know if I would personally have any luck pursuing music after school, but today I thought a lot about taking some time off. This probably isn't a good way to lead into early retirement, but I was thinking about all the homeless people out on the streets and about all the free time they have. What if they were to get a job for just a few hours every week, just enough to pay rent and basic utilities. I guess you still have to pay for food, but I can see myself working at a coffee shop for 20 hours a week and spending the rest of my time sitting in that same coffee shop reading and playing music. Why not?
Yes, I am supposed to be writing a paper that is due tomorrow, but I enjoy blogging more than I enjoy political science. Maybe that should be a sign to me to change my major. I guess government work can, at times, resemble the 20 hour a week coffee shop lifestyle that I admire. All I need is a mental disability and I can realistically be a hermit or politician.
Speak Sleezy.
NFgot
another rainy day..
If I had my camera with me, I would share with you all that I am seeing.
Raos is crowded, that guy that doesn't like his picture taken is here being a punk bitch. The schizophrenic man, I believe his name is "Bill" is walking about, reading his latest thesis on the nature of modern gangsters, bling-bling, and heroism.
This man who walks about Am(h)erst and Northampton wearing a "penguin scene" sweater has what can only be described as "a beautiful mind". His vocabulary is extensive and his confidence in social interaction, proportionate to the mystery which surrounds him. He is now back, loudly discussing some kind of secret umbrella organization. Maybe he has paranoid delusions..
In the news: Manson's Sheep (Susan Atkins) up for parole next month!
Susan Atkins is the longest incarcerated female inmate of the California prison system. Why? Because she murdered eight people. The question that the parole board will be facing next month is a question that they have agreed on unanimously 17 times prior: Will releasing Atkins pose a risk to the public?
After an investigation into her family's website, I have found out that Atkins is now paralyzed over 85% of her body. I can imagine lying in bed one night, and suddenly being attacked by Steven Hawking. If you have ever tried to life an electric wheelchair, trust me, they are very heavy because of that huge battery strapped to the chassis. Should paralysis act as grounds for parole? It is certainly better than a plea for insanity, but if you kill one person let alone eight, I think you should live out your sentence in jail.
BTW, she had a leg amputated and has recently been diagnosed with brain cancer.
Have a nice day.
-Jim
A little bag of cocaine...
Tonight is one of those times in my life where I wish I had more energy. I'm in Julie's room, it's 227am, and I want to go to sleep. Thursday at around 230pm, I have a to turn in a take home exam requiring about 6 pages of writing. As of right now, I have about one page done and I am tired, and feeling very distant from political science.
Funny things happen when you don't sleep regularly. Today, I woke up at noon, and was dragged out of bed by Julie. I ate at McDonalds about 15 minutes later, and then spent a few hours walking around aimlessly. That has nothing to do with sleep deprivation though. What I was getting to is that all day I was looking forward to a new episode of LOST tonight. Funny thing.... Today was a Tuesday, following a Monday schedule, and I thought it was Wednesday. How fucked is that?
Transitional Phrase
I can't wait until summer! Camp is going to be awesome with all the arts, crafts, shenanigans, and music that I can squeeze into every single day. As of right now I am planning on taking a Vibraphone home with me which I will keep in my cabin to practice during my free hour at mid-day. It's been a while since I made a firebomb, went on a road trip, or spent my own money recklessly. These are all reasons to miss summertime on Cape Cod.
DikPikPlease
-Jim
Who's your constant?
If you were stuck traveling through time at random intervals, who would be your constant?
Mine would be Julie. The one from my life, not that girl from LOST with the stupid grin.
Stick it to Organized Religion
Let me start off by saying that the first person to get me this shirt will recieve a free pass to thursday night hot dogs and beans...
http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=2423YL&netp_id=533846&event=ESRCN&item_code=WW&view=covers#currMOVING ON
As far as days go, today was one of the best so far this semester. Julie and I woke up early, went to breakfast in the freezing cold, and moved onto class. By the time 2pm came around, it was warm enough for me to wear a t-shirt for the first time in months. I don't know if that was what made this day seem so great in retrospect, but either way.... ya good spring
I slept through the first 15 minutes of Abnormal Psychology today, and woke up to Professor Halgin talking about sexual psychosexual disorders. We talked about exhibitionism, veuyerism, 2 girls 1 cup, internet pornography addiction, and pedophilia.
We talked about Jeffery Dahmer for a bit and then watched an 11 minute interview of Dahmer and his Father where he confesses to all of his crimes and tries to explain the nature behind them. For those of you who don't know. Dahmer was a serial killer in the 70's that seduced men, got them drunk till they passed out, had sex with their corpses, dismembered the corpses, saved skeletons and other parts (genitals, skulls, etc), and ate the flesh later. He rationalizes this by saying that he wanted his victims to be part of him forever.
WATCH THIS VIDEO
FIN
Stream of Consciousness for Comp-Lit
Before I start, don't be nitpicky about my comments on certain behaviors and religion. Just don't.
James Barabe
Nadia Ahmed
Comp-Lit 141
23 March 2009
"Stream of Consciousness"
It's 10:53pm. Sometimes when I sit alone in this dark room, three and a half hours from home, my mind becomes fixated on subtle details of the atmosphere. Wow, the night just keeps getting colder and colder. Word from home is that this week is going to have some more of those winter temperatures that everyone fucking hates. I don't know what I should be doing right now, my presentation due Wednesday isn't started yet and I've yet to decide on something to compare to "Everything is Illuminated".
Oh shit, Russ just came back. Fucking bastard. Nah, never mind. I don't have anything bad to say about him, best roommate I could ask for, too bad he's going to be an R.A. next year.
The first half of this week is going to be fucked. I still have to learn those two songs for Marimba Band, write the comp-lit and psych papers, and study for Tuesday's psych exam. This would be a lot easier if I'd been to class in the last few weeks. The shitty thing about this situation is that I have no reason to miss class aside from being tired. I get tired, then I get stressed, then I don't sleep, then I do sleep, then I miss class, then I get more stressed. This cycle is as rough as the continuous pressures within life can become. Well, not really. I can't wait to start getting bills for rent and utilities. Stay in college as long as possible, good plan.
How the fuck did I get so fat? I guess I've always been fat. I wish that my parents would have bothered to make me eat healthy as a kid so that it wouldn't be so hard to turn my bad habits around now. Can't really blame them, my Dad tried so hard to get me into baseball, If I had stuck with any one thing during the course of my childhood, I probably would have A: Talent, and B: Exercise. It seems that everyone these days has shitty parents that are all fucked up, plagued by emotional baggage and divorce. I was never beaten, discouraged (for the most part, my mom was a bitch at times but I never took her too seriously when she was negative), or neglected. Maybe this is all an only child thing. I found out today that my county is #24th skinniest county in the U.S. That bullshit makes me feel even more like shit. It's like everyone around me caught on, but I had some kind of dysfunction that made me not see what was happening to my body. Oh well, fuck it, at least I'm not a cutter. Could be bulimic I guess. (not true, only girls and a small number of boys have eating disorders)
Holy shit, why is my life so good? I bitch about this crap to myself all the time, but when I put my life under the microscope there is nothing really wrong with me except that I'm fat and lazy. CHRISTIANITY COULD HAVE FIXED ALL OF THIS!!! If I had believed all my life that being a lazy slob would send me to hell maybe I would be fit and have a longer life ahead of me. I just accidentally justified religion. Awesome!
Carolina in my mind
MARK and Meghan went to North Carolina to pick out a house.
I wish them luck.
I went to Carolina once with Robert Gallagher and his family, Rachael Colby came with us which is a coincidence because for years she has lived next to Julie. I don't know if that is a coincidence, but her dog's name is Luke.
My camera is awesome, Julie is in the process of stealing it from me. I bought an 8gb SDHC card at BestBuy for $30 and a nice SwissArmy case for $7 at Marshalls. The card has a fairly high transfer speed which helps more than I thought it would.
Next topic
Yesterday Julie and I woke up at 5:55am and started to landscape her "front yard." I say "" because she didn't previously have a front yard. In front of Julie's house there was previously a 6ft wall thorns and small ugly shrubs; now there's nothing except the dirt and stone tiers that were visible years ago. She trimmed her bush so that it looks like a square. It's nice.
Battery is almost out.
Lata!
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