beautiful update

what a beautiful day.

usually i don't give a shit about the weather, but even i can appreciate a really nice day.

my cooking club is meeting tonight, and we should be making some yummy stuffs.

also: i got a twitter.

i initially thought it was useless, but more and more i find myself wanting to communicate something as simple as a link or a picture or a reference.

Anders has a very smart philosophy to internet tools (trends.)

"it's what you make of it."

thats pretty much true of any social networking system or whatever.

it's not like people stopped using the phone when telemarketers started calling.

this may lead to the revival of my facebook. i'm not sure yet.

i really hate facebook.

anyway, summer is making me very happy. its good to get away from the soul-sucking uconn atmosphere. i am finally doing things that i want to do, and although i am poor and unemployed, i am rich in spirit.

spirits.

-Jizzy T

the world is ending and i can't stop staring

fire electricity wind water ice

blood blood blood

-Jizzy T

download speeds

fucking why does the internet suddenly fail me

ASK A JIZZY # 1

i got asked this shit.

"what does it mean to have an eclectic taste (in music,) and how is it you have one?"

well.

this question is difficult to answer.

i claim to have an eclectic taste in music with absolutely no pride whatsoever.

exploring different genres of music is enlightening as well as terrifying.

seeking out new music is exciting and fun, and the payoff is when you find a really great band that you've never heard of before.

however.

a constantly expanding music taste can collapse on itself.

i admit, that if i had never left the classic/psychedelic rock genre that i was obsessed with in high school, i would never had found most of the great music i listen to today. but hearing new and different music has killed my love for classic and psychedelic rock in a way. it will never have the same effect on me that it once had.

expanding your musical horizons also lets in alot of terrible music.

ultimately, though, listening to a wide range of music will let you appriciate all music more.

so, every day i try and listen to one new album.

at least.

but in the time that it took you to read this, you could have probably listened to a track off of a new (or old) album.

but...eh...

i guess the short answer is: never say "no" to anything.

that's it.

anyway, i enjoyed writing this, so keep the questions cumming.

eclectic is a fucking dumb word and i wish i never used it.

-Jizzy T

fuck entertainment

i'm cancelling both of my attempts at a recurring-themed blog. worst fucking thing i can remember and description of a random uconn student will be taking naps, but expect to see them surface from time to time. just like the green party. i don't need to attempt to work on a schedule.

however.

i will be doing a new recurring themed blog called "ASK A JIZZY"

you send me questions, and i answer them.

today, i will answer some questions that i have been asked in the past.

Q: Why don't you use capital letters like a proper boy?

A: because i'm a bad writer and i don't care.

Q: What's with post ____? Poetry? Short Fiction? Wha?

A: i write alot. sometimes i want people to read it and criticize it. so, that's why i throw them in here. don't expect me to write "THIS IS MY NEW STORY HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK BUT DON'T BE MEAN OK? THANKZ! <3!">

Q: why iz ur name jizzy? thats gross dude like wtf?

A: listen. you don't get to pick your real name. you only get to pick your fake name, i picked Jizzy T. because i like to write/say/hear it. what would you pick?

anyway. thats enough. email me some questions, and i'll respond to them. this way, i can get people all involved and shit.

you know.

-Jizzy T

the worst fucking restaurant i can remember: PANERA BREAD

panera fucking bread.

this place is a real fuck.

the food is overpriced, the decor is straight out of a retirement home dumpster, and the music is so boring that it could put crackheads to sleep.

rich white people love this place.

"it's like a bistro!"

fuck you.

panera is the deformed child of a starbucks fucking a loaf of bread made out of crystal meth.

look at this pretentious shit on their website.

they are so fucking full of themselves.

damn.

the employees are the worst.

they have the same angst and hatred for mankind that any fast-food employee has, but also, they are probably rich and white.

so they double hate everything/everyone.

i was once asked to leave because i looked at the menu too long.

"JUST ORDER A GODDAMN PANINI OR GET THE FUCK OUT!"

next week: "worst fucking concert"

-Jizzy T

post 100

i'm making a birthday omelette.

also:

love you

-Jizzy T

the worst fucking year i can remember: 2001

2001 sucked. i was in 7th grade. i was not liked by my classmates. i was nerdy, socially inept, and stupid. i thought that "the simpsons" was the smartest show on television. (in 2001, i wasn't far off.)

bush got elected.

9/11 happened, and caused all the shittiness THAT WE ARE STILL FUCKING DEALING WITH

steve martin hosted the academy awards or some shit.

musically, i do not think that anything good happened. at all.

billboard top 10 for 2001.

01. Hanging By A Moment » Lifehouse
02. Fallin' » Alicia Keys
03. All For You » Janet
04. Drops Of Jupiter (Tell Me) » Train
05. I'm Real » Jennifer Lopez Featuring Ja Rule
06. If You're Gone » matchbox twenty
07. Let Me Blow Ya Mind » Eve Featuring Gwen Stefani
08. Thank You » Dido
09. Again » Lenny Kravitz
10. Independent Women Part I » Destiny's Child

oh, and here's # 100.

100. Hemorrhage (In My Hands) » Fuel

watch it. WATCH IT SO YOU WILL NEVER FORGET THE WORST YEAR.

i think that on top of 7th grade being a shitty time to be alive, 2001 offered nothing to it's youth. the 90's were still gasping for air, and the whoreishness of the 00"s hadn't yet caught on yet. nobody knew what to do, except keep making "alternative" music and wearing mechanic shirts (unbuttoned.) bucket hats were popular for god's sake.

i think that '01 earned some shittiness points for raising the bar on shittiness. have music, fashion, culture, and film gotten better since 2001? not really. but 2001 set the fucking standard for shitty.

it re-invented shitty.

that's all i can remember about 2001. no one was doing anything smart. they were just pissed 1999 was over.

next post "the worst fucking restaurant i can remember"

-Jizzy T

new feature

i (the jizzy) will be adding a new feature to beafleef.

it is called

"the worst fucking thing i can remember."

it will run once a day, until i stop. there may be other posts as well.

just, eh, wanted you to know.

the first installment will be "the worst fucking year i can remember: 2001"

that will run tomorrow.

cheers

-Jizzy T

today

Can you blame them?

The people that go through their entire lives not wondering.

Not wondering what-if, or why?

They're happy, sure. They're successful. What are they missing?

Are they missing the moments when you wake up alone in a place you can't really recognize? A place that you once called "home." A place where you feel like a stranger, and feel stranger every day. A place where the walls are painted with your youth, and the carpet is stained with your shortcomings. The place you will likely spend most of your life. Do they?

Do they miss contemplating running away? Not running from anything or anyone.

Running to something. Someone.

Do they?

Do they miss slamming their fist into their bathroom wall when they realize that they should be sleeping? Not caring about sleep, because they have no reason to wake up. Not knowing when tomorrow will come, and knowing that tonight will last as long as you want it to. Do they?

No, they don't. They don't care. Who cares if nothing matters today? Today? Today is shit. Today is you, in front of a computer, reading some shit you won't remember. Our minds sort out the bad. They clean themselves of boredom, lies, regret.

We meet old friends, talk about last night, remember all the shit we did when we were drunk. The legacy of yesterday. "There's always tomorrow!" All promises. Tomorrow is the second day you put off living your dreams. Tomorrow is a liar, a lawyer, a politician. Tomorrow is the Christmas morning that never comes. You go to sleep with sugar plum fairies dancing in your head, and you wake up with a fucking hangover and your girlfriend asking you what's wrong.

"Nothing honey. Just a bad dream."

from the anderslands

i'm blogging today from the anderslands.

i'm listening to liars.

this summer is shaping up to be pretty awesome so far.

i haven't done much of anything, but thats kinda the way that i wanted it.

i didn't really want to work full time this summer, but since i have no money, thats the way that it has to be.

it's sunday night, and i'm already planning next weekend. work will do that to you. and during the week, it's impossible to get out ever. nobody wants to do anything after 10 o'clock. i don't blame them.

i think i'm going to arrange to take the last few weeks of summer off, so i can do some fun stuff, and move into my apartment with john wet. it'll be a good summer, but i still miss living up at uconn. i never have to worry about much up there. meals and beds are paid for, and theres always something to do.

i just really need to get paid so i can start enjoying myself.

shit.

have fun in the sun, my leefies

-Jizzy T

nine to five

i have a job now. no time to blog.

i'll try.

xoxoxoxo

-Jizzy T

P.S. - my hours are actually 1pm to 10pm M - F