I'd ask for one more day. But the calendar says to be happy today.

It starts off slow, but this a blog about being happy. No seriously, trust me.

Current time: 3:52 Am. I'll leave in a couple hours to go to work, but for the meantime I'll sit here with the company of a spaceheater, a strong cup of coffee, and my fucked up sleep schedule. Oh right, and it's Thanksgiving.

Should I ask what all of you are thankful for?

I started something here, a little holiday jeer. I've never been one for holidays, but about half way through I decided not to share. I'll spare you. Sometimes bitterness is better kept to oneself .

Keeping more with the mood that seems to fit these extraordinarily special days, I'll share my plans. We can compare what we all did later, it will be fun! (I'm trying to keep this positive)

I was slightly scared about this holiday season, what was I going to do? Provided you can follow the norm, holidays are supposed to make everyone happy. However, should you fall short of the norm, ie: not having anything to do on thanksgiving, it can be equally depressing.

So when work asked me to work rather than go home for turkey day, and then work the following day as well, I got the feeling today would go nowhere. I couldn't go home, and I couldn't go to Philly to see my sisters. As I mentioned above, I'm not really one for holidays, but it would still be kind of bummer to eat a turkey sandwich alone tonight (Dear God, that sounds way more depressing than I meant it to. Haha). Thankfully, something I almost forgot about altogether, I have good friends.

Although it is proving to be far more difficult than is needed, Jen Jun, Pete Remm, whoever else Pete invited, and myself will gather tonight for some turkey (if all goes according to plan) and probably lots of drinks. It's gotten to be slightly stressful, trying to decide who is doing what, when, and how. Jen and I both have to work. I only work till three. So Jen decided to do most of the cooking the night before, and then Pete and I would finish up after I get out of work. Easy, right? Of course not. Things just do not work as planned. So, at the moment, we might have a turkey. Worst come to worst, we'll order Chinese food. I have managed to not really care all about the complications that have come with our plans. I've been saying things like, "Who cares, all that matters is that we have a good time right?" Seriously, I said that. And a bunch of other things that sounded just like that. I swear, that kind of optimism almost hurt.

But honestly, as much as I love the standard Thanksgiving meal, I could give a fuck what I eat. Knowing that I'm going to get together with two of my good friends, and have a good time regardless (something these good friends have yet to realize), I couldn't be happier.

I know, it took a while for me to get there. But that is ultimately what this blog was intended to be about, James Walsh is stoked on fun for thanksgiving. Maybe, just maybe, I'm just in a good mood because it's a Thanksgiving, and I'm thankful for some things (though I'll probably never fully admit it). I suppose it's a possibility. I mean, who doesn't like celebrating the slaughter of the Indians and the theft of their country, I know I do!

A hope, a dream, an ambition, a list:

Of sorts, anyway. Tomorrow I am working the overnight shift to help out at work. Regardless of how bitter I am at the thought of helping them out anymore, it does mean that I basically have tomorrow off. I don't go into work until 11:30 PM. Thats nearly the next day, seriously, check your watch. Anyway, this is of course a great chance for me to get some things done. I actually have these great chances about twice a week, they are what I like to call "days off," but I never, ever, ever, maybe once in a while, ever seem to get anything done. Tomorrow though, it's the day. I'm storming the beaches of opportunity. Maybe. Here is my list of possible things to get done, in the hopes that maybe since someone might ask me later on if I got any of the things listed below done, I might do some of them. That's right, not because they are things I need to get done, but because I care, mostly, about what you think of me.

- I could read some, but that doesn't really count as something I need to get done. I just like doing it. Maybe that should be further down on the list. It's too damn late now though.

- I could finish some of the many blogs I have started, and left unfinished to wallow in their sad lives as a draft. Seriously, I think I've got some good ones. With decent writing, and big words, maybe even a metaphor or two.

- I could buy a space heater, it's getting cold in BasementTown. Stealing a great idea from yet another hero of our time Walsh sibling, we have yet to turn on the heat. And well, a $40 space heater just sounds a lot better than paying for heat EVERY month. (Our electricity is included in our rent, schwing!)

- I should probably hit the bank up, I got's mad moneys.

- I do need more ear plugs. I've started sleeping with them, mainly because when I was working overnights regularly I used them so I didn't wake up when the roomies got up shortly after I got home. But now it's just kind of nice. And if my new neighbors (living above B-Town) decide to have another huge jump up and down and beat on drums party with all their friends at 3AM, maybe I can sleep through it.

- Really clean my room. Not just kind of make it look cleaner. Not likely.

Honestly, when I sat down to write this blog (I actually sat down to write another blog, left it unfinished as a draft, and strated this one) I was sure that I had more things I needed to do. Of course as soon as I attempted to list them, they all escaped me. In their place I came up with the list above, some stuff I should do, or would like to do, but nothing that I really need to do.

What will probably happen is more like this:

- Catch up on some sleep that I've been avoiding.
- Internets for a while.
- Hang with Jesse, doing cool things. None of which NEEDS to be done.
- Go to my Monday night hangs at Rue B to see Pete and friends, and grab a beer or two.
- Go to work knowing that I have the next two days off to do all the things I meant to do the days before.

This is mostly for Jessica.

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Lately,

My iTunes really wants me to listen Norma Jean. I have sort of been sliding back into a lot of the harder music in my collection, but now my shuffle is forcing me. Yeah, I've been using shuffle a lot just to simply try to find something I want to listen to. I swear, every like.....3rd song I skip to is Norma Jean. So, tonight I gave in, and I listened to a bunch. They are really awesome. Their awesomeness aside, listening to something darker for a change kick started something for me. Whats that? Yeah, I started writing again tonight. Maybe it's the Halloween season, maybe it's my love of (fictional) blood, violence, death, and horror, but I've come up with something cool. It's hardly started at the moment, but so far I like it. It follows the theme I've been stuck trying to figure out for a while now, the death of a beautiful dark haired girl, told in a loving sort of way. Weird, yeah I know. Look at my arm, its sort of like that. Only, theres no "Soul Sucking Demon." But hey, maybe there should be. I could probably tie that in somehow, just to throw cheers to the inspiration of Jeremiahs work on me. Anyway, I picture this being short. And sort of unfinished. I've had this one scene stuck in my head for about a year, and its all I want to write. It will kind of be like one chapter, and the rest will just be left up to imagination. But I'm hopeful, given the fact that I'm writing again, and the dark nature of the story, I will be able to carry it over and re-write, and finish, my long standing Zombie piece. Oh the epic possibilities. I've got a lot more writing to do on the piece I just started, and then probably a lot of re writing, but hey, Ill probably post it on here for Halloweens sake (Provided I finish it, of course). Oh right, and back to Norma Jean, for the moment, and probably forever, due to the real inspiration for this short work, it will be titled "She Simply Will Not Die." If you're a fan of Norma Jean, you get it. If not, well, it's cool. So, thanks iTunes for getting me to write again.

A few things about right now:

At this very moment I'm listening to Jay-Z. Go ahead, ask yourself, "why?" I'll tell you, because it's a great time.

Also, I bought some curry paste the other day to make some curried rice. It was incredible, it was so good to my taste buds that now I'm worried they'll reject all other food I make from this point on. That's why I've put curry paste in everything I have made since. Yeah, curried perogies, twice, and tonight I even zazzed up my lack of real food with some curried Mac and Cheese. No joke. Out of this world.

And then, remember all my bad luck? Maybe not, I didn't write about all of it. You know, cops taking me down, bad news black bears trying to take me out, and frustration from work that just ruins my days. Well, I'm glad to say, things just aren't so bad. Yeah, thats right. Twice I've gotten tacos with no awful results. I've made some effort to change things at work. And then there's some other stuff, yada yada yada. Over all, things are looking up.

Seriously, how can you not have fun listening to Jay-Z? I don't even like rap.

Last night I didn't die

I got home to some drunk kids, a thrash scene, and a camera. It was a Bazooka Christ photo shoot, and it looked like a train wreck. After an atrocious work day, my mood was anything but good, but I dealt with what was going on around me. Soon after I got home the photo shoot finished, and someone decided that tacos would be a good idea. If you read my blog, you know about my last two encounters with tacos. First grabbed by police before tacos, second punched by a kid after tacos, so I was slightly scared that the trend might continue and I would be stabbed by rapist while eating tacos. Fearing for my life, the four of us strapped on our shoes and hit the road. Tacos were had. 3 for $2.75, and they were awesome. And nothing exciting happened. The trend is dead.

I will fucking stab you.

This is me icing my face, minutes after getting sucker punched on my walk home with Sam. We are walking home from a show that was going on a few blocks away and we are a mere 2 blocks from my Apt. and we walk by three black kids, one of whom while walking by me decided to sucker punch me hard right in the jaw. I obviously jumped away, combined with the impact of the punch, to wind up being about ten feet away from him as he turned with arms raised like he just won a fight. God damn stupid fucking kids. I just got out of there, and 30 feet down the road flagged down a passing police officer. The kids ran. Seriously, after being accused of having a knife the other night, and now this, I am completely serious I would have no fucking issue stabbing anyone. Not having a knife, and therefore not stabbing anyone tonight, I take comfort in knowing he will someday overdose on drugs. Fucking loser thug wannabes. I seriously fucking hate people.