69

LOL...that last post was #69!

Ok, so...The reason the doctor called was b/c I have a family history of heart disease, well, they took some blood samples and want to do some more tests, because they think I might have inherited some genetic defect which raises my cholesterol(?). My levels aren't bad, but if I inherited said gene, thanks Mom!, I need to be put on some mild medication fairly soon, and basicaly, completely change my lifestyle...not to hey hey! but more to hew hew (that's me out of breath from exercising, btw.)

Oh, and until I go into the doctor's office, I'm supposed to eat as little beef as possible...DAMN!

Shit...

My blood work's back...

"Something's elevated...it's not an emergency right now, but [the doctors] want to reschedule another appointment soon..."

-the message I just got from my sister.


like it couldn't get worse.

Mus-ak

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Crazy Week Prt. 2

Well, it seems the crazy continues.

At the airport, I ran into the film crew for Extreme Home Makeover. That was kinda cool. They were heading to Baltimore, so they weren't there that long. I got myself a diet coke, and then five minutes later, we had to change gates.

In case you've never been to KCI...it blows. Everything is on the outside of the security gates. This is the ONLY airport I've ever been to that does this...once again...it blows. So when I heard them change my gate, I was le pissed. Two dollars for a friggin' soda?! JESUS! And now I have to throw it away! DAMN! Well, an hour later, I get on my flight and then lo and behold...OUR ENGINE DOESN'T WORK! HOLY CRAP! Please, GOD, fix the shit! We get off the flight for another hour...at this point...I've been in the frakin' airport for six hours! I was tired.

Okay, so...my sister moved back home. We've been chillin' a little, she's been really busy.

Today I went to my doctor for the first time. He ordered a ton of blood work! So, I get to deal with that Friday morning. While going through that whole process, he seriously looked at me and asked, "How do you stay so fit?"

I nearly shit myself. Are you kidding? I sit on my ass at work for eight hours, walk everywhere, and sleep...that's about it. Anyway, le ha!


P.S.
Lost tonight was freggin' sweet! You rock my world Locke! I'm gonna watch some Daily Show and go to bed, I'm going to tour Ball State tomorrow.

P.S.S.
Here's a quote from the book I'm reading, The Nymphos of Rocky Flats:

"Felix, let me put it this way. Assuming the average penis is six inches long, since the outbreak I've had about twenty-five and a half feet of dick from different men...[w]anna make it twenty-six feet?"

Buddhism Today

Today's Buddhist thought.

clipped from www.amidabuddha.org Buddhism: Your Daily Meditation Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha

What a weird week

So I'm sitting here in the airport with the crew of Extreme Home Makeover...yeah...just thinking about the odd week that's finally over. Grandma, Hospitals, Sisters, and Extended "Family?"...whew...glad that's over.

10 Years! (and 1 day)

3651 days ago, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, premiered on the WB.  God Bless Buffy!

Saw this on Mike's Myspace

The Part of You That No One Sees

You are compassionate, caring, and soothing. You like other people to depend on you... In fact, you don't feel right unless you are helping someone out. Underneath it all, you feel the burden of everyone's problems. Without your guidance, you fear that many people's worlds would fall apart. You like to feel in charge, even if it brings you a lot of stress.

What's the Part of You That No One Sees?

Beirut - Postcards from Italy

The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go

The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
at those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times

And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I would love to see that day
Her day was mine

This is what is what, and what is all you need!

clipped from nwmissouri.facebook.com

300!

Event Info

Name:	300!
Tagline:	Spartans! Enjoy your breakfast, for tonight we dine in hell!
Host:	AMC
Type:	Party - Night of Mayhem

Time and Place

Date:	Friday, March 9, 2007
Time:	12:00am - 3:00am
Location:	AMC Theatres
Street:	8101 Roanridge Rd.
City/Town:	Kansas City North, MO

Description

AMC in KC is having a midnight screening of 300. We will be there.

P.S.
We need people to drive the bus to hell!

The Week of The Crazy - Answering all your questions and then some...

So much has happened this week, I really don't know where to begin.

In all honesty, this is the first real post since Egon got back in town.  Props to my brotha from another motha-land.  We've been hangin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool when my mom called, about a week or two ago I think, and tells me that there might be a place to live opening up in Winter Park, FL.  For those of you who don't know, that's where Full Sail is.  If the guy decides I'm ok, and wants me to move in, barring acceptance, I could be going to Film School as early as May 30.  YIKES!

The guy, Alex, is the son of one of the teachers in the school district with my mom.  He's been going there for a year and is working now as a P.A. to an actress who's film is being shot in the Full Sail Lot.  Pretty cool stuff when you think about it.  I've talked to him once, and he seems pretty cool, so I'd feel really lucky if I could stay at his place.  It's a two story town house one mile from the school.  Pretty sweet.

This new development really kicked me in the ass.  For those of you temporally challanged, that leaves me with three months...

Three months...thirteen weeks...ninty one days...2184 hours...131040 minutes...7862400 seconds...

Translation...not enough time.

On top of this sudden development, I had to go to court for that accident I had on 12/30/06.

I was really kinda worried.  The time on my court document said 19:00 AM.  WTF?  For those temporally-challenged losers still reading after the breakdown five lines above, that's 7:00 PM AM.  Yeah.

Egon took me and we arrived early, but still, I was nervous as hell.  I don't have a lot of money, and this offence was a Class B Misdemeanor, which in MO is punishable with a fine up to $300 and possibly 30 days in jail.  Because I was early, I got to sit through some of the most boringly sorrid courtcases about Child Custody and Child Support to never make it to the big screen.  After watching as the last offender was cuffed and taken away, we were ushered into the hall to wait with everyone else as the baliff took his prisoner across the street.

When we were ushered back in nearly thirty minutes later, we were seated around some of the craziest denizens of St. Joe I had ever seen.  It was like living in a Tim Burton movie, w/o Johnny Depp.  People were pissed, people were angry, people were downright rude as the talked with the judge, and then it hit me.  I'm going to have to stand up there and talk to the judge, in front of all the crazies and the two inmates that were brought in in cuffs and seated opposite us "good" citizens, and tell him about my accident.  AAAAHHHH!!!!

"Joseph Myers?"

I stood, Egon gave me a look of mute support.  I approached the stand, my hands were antzy, my step-weak.  I got up the the stand and he looked down at me from his high chair.

"You a student Mr. Myers?"

"uh.  yeah." (That's exactly how I said it, no caps.)

"Why don't you tell me what happened."

Water...brakes...new brakes...water...sliding...left backend, right front end...did I mention water?

"What are you studying up there?"

"broadcasting"

"Oh yeah?  What's your focus?"

"film" (This cannot gest more weird...and I feel like I'm being made fun of by all the crazies)

"Ah...You watch the Oscars?"

"uh...yeah..." (WTF?)

"What did you think?"

"uh...I didn't agree..." (Fucking Departed)

"I missed it, I was too busy watching Battlestar Galactica."

At this point, if you were to go listen to the tapes of my case you would hear the dead silence that escaped my lips, followed immediately by the escapee: weird snigger.  It's there, go listen. Immediately it was followed with a sheepish, yeah.

I ended up getting out of the ticket, no permenant record and no fines.  I only had to pay the court costs.  w00t.

And that's the most of it, terror of the future.  I live with my own sort of terrorist code, but at least I know that I have friends in high places.  Friends like Judge Adama.