Its amazing, how fast one's perspective on a certain subject can change so quickly. Take me, for instance. Up until about 2 weeks ago, I absolutley hated the whole "dating" thing. At our age, its the gayest shit ever...It usually consists of talking on the computer, and hanging out at school. I have resented and condemned "love" for almost a year now. But then, this girl changed everything...
The girl Im talking about is Meghan Currie, my girlfriend. She re-entered my life, and put everything back into perspective. I absolutly adore her.
Yea, it seems pretty hypocritical, doesint it? But you see, this is so much more different then all the other shit everyone does. We dont go to the same school. Shes older then me. WE ACTUALLY DO STUFF. You see a trend here? Its a total far-cry from the typical "Dating" scene that exists today...Shes an incredible person. Me and her...its an incredible thing. So no, Im not a hypocrite...I am in love.
It all kinda started during hell week, of last year...For all you non-geeks out there, its a weeklong hell for us round-up kids. She was a trombone player. I was a french horn player. We never REALLY talked...It was more of a small talk sort of friendship. But halfway through hell week, I realized something...Shes really pretty. After thinking long and hard, I decided to ask her out.
Well, something happened...I wont say much, but I will say its mostly Kylah Shaw's fault. Long story short, I chickened out of asking her. She ended up with Kieth...A trumpet player. And I came to the conclusion; Dating sucks balls.
So theres that. She left C.R.U.B after stampede week, so I tryed to forget about her...But before leaving for tour, I got her email address. It was through email that I found out she was with Kieth, and that she was one year older then me.
I was, for lack of a less cheesy term, heartbroken. Over tour, I kinda forgot about her...But not really. She always remained in the back of my head.
Well, about a month passed...About halfway into August, I started talking to her again. And thats when things really started to go my way.
Over the course of several months, we talked...alot. I reunited with her at the post party for C.R.U.B, which is where I realized how much I liked her...again. But the age gap remained firmly planted in my mind, and I tryed to forget about it.
The thing is, I didnt.
Well, long story short, we talked alot more. Soon, it became apparent that this could be more then a friendship...If i didint act like an idiot again. We even went trick'or'treating together, which sort of sparked the fuse. Months later, (early January) we went to a movie...and thats where I realized that this could really happen. A week later, I asked her out...I really did. And you know what? She said yes.
Well, now its been two weeks...Some of the best two weeks of my life. The age gap makes no difference...Actually, I think it does, but in a good way. Shes so much more mature then the most of the prissies I know. Shes always up to do something. In short, the age gap is a good thing.
But it has occured to me how much Ive been missing. Had I been more couragous all those months ago, I would probably be a much happier person right now. Suffice to say, I was a complete retard, and I regret that decision more then anything.
Did I mention that she is beautiful? Well, she is. She's beautiful to the point of making me feel lucky to have her...which I am.
But the best thing about her is all the similarities she has with me. We like almost the exact music. Were both atheist. Were both chronic cynics. Were both extremly fucked up. She's the type of person I can just sit down and talk to.
She's a hit with everyone I know, to. My mom, I quote, thinks she is the most adorable thing ever. My dad thinks she is one of the nicest, prettiest girls he's ever seen me with. Ditto for my grandpa. Brenden thinks that we are perfect for each other, in a sense that we complete each other. I could go on, but that would get old quick.
Well, if you've read this far, then you probably get the point...I really like her. Well, more then that...I love her. Being with her is a truly amazing experiance for me...I am so lucky to be with her.
Well, thats it for me. Hopefully, you've read this far...Because the world should know that Nathan Iles is happy, for the first time in almost a year.
- J.T
Friday, January 26, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
All Apologies
Ok, so Im far to busy right now to post regularly.
Im hauling ass to get good marks on my next report card, Im trying to get a job, Im taking trumpet lessons, I have a new girlfriend...Plus, my parents seem to think that if I spend more then an hour on the computer, Im looking at porn. Parents suck = FACT.
Im sick of it...so if I ever DO get around to posting, It will be when their not around.
The blog drought may end sometime next month, but until then, dont hold your breath for each post. I will post every now and then, but not regularly.
Remember; Mesmerize The Simple Minded.
-J.T
Im hauling ass to get good marks on my next report card, Im trying to get a job, Im taking trumpet lessons, I have a new girlfriend...Plus, my parents seem to think that if I spend more then an hour on the computer, Im looking at porn. Parents suck = FACT.
Im sick of it...so if I ever DO get around to posting, It will be when their not around.
The blog drought may end sometime next month, but until then, dont hold your breath for each post. I will post every now and then, but not regularly.
Remember; Mesmerize The Simple Minded.
-J.T
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Rant
So Im not in the best of moods today. As you may have read in "My war with machines," I didn't get all that much sleep last night. So since Im not in a great mood, Im gunna address a few issues regarding my "blog."
First of all, this isn't a typical "blog." In fact, this isn't even really a "blog." Blogs are lame ass online diary's that pathetic people with no life use to display there problems to the world. Now, I may be pathetic, but I certainly have a life. Plus, diarys are stupid. Instead, I use this space to display my opinions, storys, and award winning essays to world. If you like them, thats cool...comment, if you really like them. If not, well, with all due respect, go fuck a goat.
The second issue I'de like to address is my name, simply because to many people ask about it. Now, thanks to the cruel, cruel society we live in, my first name isn't really "J.T." In the real world, I am refered to as Nathan, a shortened version of Nathanial (which is my true first name.) I truly, truly hate this name. You see, I am an atheist, and my mother is catholic, and she picked this name out of the bible. I am named after St. Nathanial, which would be an honour, if I was religous. But I am not, and as such, I have to put up with this name. I dont like it, but I put up with it.
This raises the question; where does the abbrieviation come from? Well, it actually comes from my MIDDLE name (John Talbot.) I am truly honoured to have such a middle name. You see, John is my father, who is the greatest man I know, and Talbot was my grandfather, who died exactly one year before I was born. If we lived in a perfect world, this would be my first name. But we dont, so I had to figure out another way to use it.
When I began writing, about 1 year ago, I finally found use for my middle name. Taking influence from J.K. Rowling, and J.R.R. Tolkien, I decided that if John Talbot couldint be my first name, it would be my pen name. I abbrieviated it, and ever since then, I have signed all my significant work with it. It is my secret honour.
So theres my rant of the day. Suck on it.
-J.T (formely known as Nathanial John Talbot Iles)
First of all, this isn't a typical "blog." In fact, this isn't even really a "blog." Blogs are lame ass online diary's that pathetic people with no life use to display there problems to the world. Now, I may be pathetic, but I certainly have a life. Plus, diarys are stupid. Instead, I use this space to display my opinions, storys, and award winning essays to world. If you like them, thats cool...comment, if you really like them. If not, well, with all due respect, go fuck a goat.
The second issue I'de like to address is my name, simply because to many people ask about it. Now, thanks to the cruel, cruel society we live in, my first name isn't really "J.T." In the real world, I am refered to as Nathan, a shortened version of Nathanial (which is my true first name.) I truly, truly hate this name. You see, I am an atheist, and my mother is catholic, and she picked this name out of the bible. I am named after St. Nathanial, which would be an honour, if I was religous. But I am not, and as such, I have to put up with this name. I dont like it, but I put up with it.
This raises the question; where does the abbrieviation come from? Well, it actually comes from my MIDDLE name (John Talbot.) I am truly honoured to have such a middle name. You see, John is my father, who is the greatest man I know, and Talbot was my grandfather, who died exactly one year before I was born. If we lived in a perfect world, this would be my first name. But we dont, so I had to figure out another way to use it.
When I began writing, about 1 year ago, I finally found use for my middle name. Taking influence from J.K. Rowling, and J.R.R. Tolkien, I decided that if John Talbot couldint be my first name, it would be my pen name. I abbrieviated it, and ever since then, I have signed all my significant work with it. It is my secret honour.
So theres my rant of the day. Suck on it.
-J.T (formely known as Nathanial John Talbot Iles)
My war with technology
Have you ever waged war with technology? Its probably the most painful experiance ever, at least in my case. Especially if you dont know how to shut the damn thing off.
I got this brand spankin' new watch for my birthday...digital, of course, because regular watches give me a head-ache. And I absolutley adored the thing...as Peter Griffon would say, its "Freakin' sweet!"
However, being as technologically illiliterate as I am, I have no idea how to work the thing. The only button I dare press is the "light" button, and that's to see the time in the dark. Because of this, I had to endure the worst night of my life.
I had one of those weird nights...you know, where you actually get some sleep? What I mean is, by 9:30, I was passed out. I was tired, and sleep was a strange -but welcome- bliss. It was soon interupted, however, at no later then 3:00 in the fucking morning.
Yes, 3:00 in the fucking morning, and I was woken from my bliss. As I wiped the yellow crap from my eyes, I looked around, thinking "Why the hell cant I get to sleep?"
Well, a quick glance to my night-table revealed why...My "Freakin' sweet!" watch was beebing, at 3:00 in the fucking morning. A function that I had no idea about, for it had never done this before. Seriously annoyed, I reached over and pressed some random button. It stopped, at I fell back asleep.
However...At 3:10 in the fucking morning, I was woken up...again. Once again wiping yellow crap from my eyes, I was enraged. "Is it that fucking watch again?!"
Well, It was. Once again reaching over, I pressed the same button. It stopped, (again) and I went back to sleep.
Well, this process repeated itself...and repeated itself...and repeated itself until no later the 4:00 in the fucking morning. And at this point, that was it. My eyes were blood-shot, my hairy a flipping mess, and the yellow crap getting into my covers. Finnaly, (at 4:10 in the fucking morning,) I picked up the watch and stumbled my way downstairs. Cursing god, I walked out my back door, and shoved my "Freakin' sweet" watch into the B-B-Q. I stalked upstairs, almost totally out of my mind, and fell asleep.
This time, there were no interuptions. Bliss was upon me, and in my dreams, I said good riddance to that blasted device. I had no regrets...and I planned to throw that thing away in the morning.
Well, morning came to soon. At 6:00 in the fucking morning, my mom woke me up, and told me that I was staying home to watch my brother. I almost slapped her, said fine, and went back to bed. An hour later, I was up, watching my brother.
And now here I am...writing this tale of woe, as I sit here at 9:00 in the fucking morning. The watch? I pulled it out of the B-B-Q this morning, with every intention to throw it out, and immediatley noticed a "Reset" button...directly beneath the "Start" button I had been pressing this entire time.
That is my tale...The moral? Get used to technology...as I found out the hard way, being so illiterate in a world where tech literacy is required isn't the smartest thing to be. As I write, I am reading a manual on how to work my watch.
-J.T
I got this brand spankin' new watch for my birthday...digital, of course, because regular watches give me a head-ache. And I absolutley adored the thing...as Peter Griffon would say, its "Freakin' sweet!"
However, being as technologically illiliterate as I am, I have no idea how to work the thing. The only button I dare press is the "light" button, and that's to see the time in the dark. Because of this, I had to endure the worst night of my life.
I had one of those weird nights...you know, where you actually get some sleep? What I mean is, by 9:30, I was passed out. I was tired, and sleep was a strange -but welcome- bliss. It was soon interupted, however, at no later then 3:00 in the fucking morning.
Yes, 3:00 in the fucking morning, and I was woken from my bliss. As I wiped the yellow crap from my eyes, I looked around, thinking "Why the hell cant I get to sleep?"
Well, a quick glance to my night-table revealed why...My "Freakin' sweet!" watch was beebing, at 3:00 in the fucking morning. A function that I had no idea about, for it had never done this before. Seriously annoyed, I reached over and pressed some random button. It stopped, at I fell back asleep.
However...At 3:10 in the fucking morning, I was woken up...again. Once again wiping yellow crap from my eyes, I was enraged. "Is it that fucking watch again?!"
Well, It was. Once again reaching over, I pressed the same button. It stopped, (again) and I went back to sleep.
Well, this process repeated itself...and repeated itself...and repeated itself until no later the 4:00 in the fucking morning. And at this point, that was it. My eyes were blood-shot, my hairy a flipping mess, and the yellow crap getting into my covers. Finnaly, (at 4:10 in the fucking morning,) I picked up the watch and stumbled my way downstairs. Cursing god, I walked out my back door, and shoved my "Freakin' sweet" watch into the B-B-Q. I stalked upstairs, almost totally out of my mind, and fell asleep.
This time, there were no interuptions. Bliss was upon me, and in my dreams, I said good riddance to that blasted device. I had no regrets...and I planned to throw that thing away in the morning.
Well, morning came to soon. At 6:00 in the fucking morning, my mom woke me up, and told me that I was staying home to watch my brother. I almost slapped her, said fine, and went back to bed. An hour later, I was up, watching my brother.
And now here I am...writing this tale of woe, as I sit here at 9:00 in the fucking morning. The watch? I pulled it out of the B-B-Q this morning, with every intention to throw it out, and immediatley noticed a "Reset" button...directly beneath the "Start" button I had been pressing this entire time.
That is my tale...The moral? Get used to technology...as I found out the hard way, being so illiterate in a world where tech literacy is required isn't the smartest thing to be. As I write, I am reading a manual on how to work my watch.
-J.T
Friday, January 5, 2007
Random Disturbing Shit
Last week, in London, a 17 year old teen was arrested for attempting to kidnap a body from a local graveyard. He said that he had planned to bleach the skull and use it as a bong, and then have sex with the corpse.
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As of December 2006, roughly 60% of all Christian men and 30% of all Christian women are addicted to porn.
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It has recently been discovered that Kurt Cobain could have possibly been murdered. He was said to have shot himself with a shotgun, but he was to short to shoot himself with it. Also, according to Courtney Love, Cobain was not depressed any more then normal leading up to his "suicide."
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Scientists estimate that by 2029, if teenagers continue to have sex underage as often as right now, 70% of the world population will have STD's.
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Traces of an acidic fluid used inside of computers have been found in breast milk.
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As of December 2006, roughly 60% of all Christian men and 30% of all Christian women are addicted to porn.
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It has recently been discovered that Kurt Cobain could have possibly been murdered. He was said to have shot himself with a shotgun, but he was to short to shoot himself with it. Also, according to Courtney Love, Cobain was not depressed any more then normal leading up to his "suicide."
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Scientists estimate that by 2029, if teenagers continue to have sex underage as often as right now, 70% of the world population will have STD's.
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Traces of an acidic fluid used inside of computers have been found in breast milk.
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