| sad jaffari |
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| 04:07am 21/02/2007 |
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yeah, i've been gone for a while.
for the past eight months i've been working in the US Army green zone in Iraq my aunt got me the job after the transfer didn't work out before that you could say i was digging holes out of sinking ships i don't know what that means either but at least it doesn't sound progressive
right now i help write articles published in the army-run newspapers it's pretty fun actually, you get to write pretty loose i mean, you stick to the party line, of course but there's a little handbook which tells you what does and does not translate well into arabic so you kind of dance within those guidelines as long as you get the general idea you are free and clear
we actually get to spend a lot of time on the internet and i've been thinking about this place... but they log everything i don't want some sergeant in information finding out about my life but well i didn't i don't mind as much now as i did when i first got here
besides i'm not sure how thoroughly they check those things anyway actually maybe livejournal is a red-flag, i don't know i guess i'll find out
i'll try to make sure that i don't write anything too classified
anyway how are you? it's been a while |
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| last night. |
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| 03:04pm 09/02/2006 |
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yeah that's embarassing.
i'm moving them both to friends-only
even if everything that i said in them was true.
alone burn: true a transfer: true |
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| 10:17pm 19/12/2005 |
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DEEPLY TROUBLED individual
looking for a RAY OF SUN-
SHINE to help him remember
to put on pants and eat
three meals a day. | </td>
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| 01:05am 12/12/2005 |
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the world is a pit which life enables you to fall into |
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| 10:18pm 08/11/2005 |
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a boat stuck fast to its tether, slowly dipping up and down sinking though, sea salt slipping in with water forming slow puddle, slow sink so that every up does not rise as high as the down downs
mute man with broken leg laying at the bottom of the boat hidden from sight.
terrified
he is going to die. |
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| 09:50pm 08/11/2005 |
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current NaNoWriMo total: 0/50 000
mine is an exercise in deconstruction i actually started at 50,000
what am i going to delete now |
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| in response to my last post |
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| 02:29pm 30/10/2005 |
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fuc_king_indian was right.
i'm a cancer and a disease spinning web after web of sickness and slime
a leech sipping the blood of society affecting progress hurting everything doing it all wrong waiting to be scored off with flame because that's the only way to stop dragging everyone down getting in the way
if it wasnt for us leeches what would society...? how much a utopia...? if we were all satisfied not happy satisfied in love with the world instead of at war with it.
hesrighthesrighthesright he's right:
"you should just die." right "shape up or ship out." right.
i can't change who i am so why not? |
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| 02:42pm 29/10/2005 |
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university is not at all what i hoped it would be.
i have not been not posting here because my life has improved:
it's not because i have been too busy (friends; homework; living; life). and it's not because i no longer feel me (sadjeffrey) and wish to emphasize a change in perspective; if there is a happyjeffrey he is not me.
it's because what it's because why bother it's because who cares it's because i have nothing of anything of ever to say
it's not interesting, is it to hear how i went to my first class and sat in the back and didn't say anything to anybody choking back tears midway because why i don't know why and didn't go to my second or third classes because who cares and why bother and i would rather go home and sleep.
it's not interesting, is it, to hear about the dreams that i have now about the people in my classes and residence and discussions and thinking that i know them and waking up smiling because that life in my dreams sometimes stays to reality but realising that it isn't that that it was all a lie ("no no no! come back!" hands rolling forward in air reaching for sinking dream happy thought burying itself under layers of thick slimey water out of reach and farther still falling)
this isn't the sort of thing that you want to hear, is it? this isn't really compelling reading this isn't something that you want to visit on your friends page every single day, is it?
i mean how long has it been that you've been telling me "jeffrey life is bad for you now but in university everything will be different and better" "jeffrey your life is going to change it's going to be good i know it i just know it" "jeffrey jeffrey you can't mess this up this is the real deal forget about high school all of that is over now people are different now more grown up, mature. they will be your friends, now."
yeah, but yeah, but you forgot the part you forgot the part where people are still people and jeffrey is still jeffrey
and pleasant interactions between the two are something that very seldom if ever (ever ever ever) occur.
while i have moved away from my family away from my home, the two constants in my life the reasons for my living how i have lived (and will live) stayed (and will stay) exactly the same:
1) people do not like sadjeffrey 2) sadjeffrey is not liked by the people |
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| halves |
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| 02:19am 04/09/2005 |
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(i am who i am one part equal to all others in the whole) |
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| 07:53pm 03/09/2005 |
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this hurricane is bad news it is like watching "the stand" play out on television newscasts and newspapers
crazy people holed up in antique rug shops boards over the windows and weird writing on the side warning against shot-guns, guard-dogs, and ugly women
cops in t-shirts with kalishnikovs comandeering boats and businesses in the name of the law everyone holding guns, displaying them outside their cars so others with guns can see
mobs first seeking shelter now seeking solutions anger un-leashed everywhere in frustration
it's insane, crazy and i know that many people have died that many others were raped that a lot have committed suicide
but its still exciting, isn't it? |
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| 02:35am 31/08/2005 |
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a nail forcing its way through a thick piece of wood hammer striking with incredible regularity
bang. bang. bang.
a table is being made i am underneath
the carpenter, if he is a carpenter is not skilled he has missed the leg which he intended to hit through the top of the table
do you understand? i am not well versed in the making of tables and apparently neither is he something simple: the top directly connected to the bottoms
he pauses; reaches for a beer i am excited: i can see the head of the nail just poking through; framed by little splinters
it is a long nail and i know that he will continue i only need to press my head against it and wait...
yes! for...
bang. bang. bang.
this didn't actually happen but i think about it often |
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| 11:09pm 29/08/2005 |
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if i had one of those big hunting knifes like what they use in movies i would take it right now and jab it in my eyeball then pull it out and look at it.
it would be bloody but it would also kind of be worth it i mean how many of you have looked at your own eyeball besides i'm not doing anything else worthwhile anyway
it would be one good story to tell here at least better than nothing i mean today i spent a lot of time staring at my feet and laying on my back and looking at the ceiling
is that a good story to tell? no. but i will give you a general idea of what i have been doing i guess
here is my life as i live it:
i watch television sometimes i read i go on the internet occaisionally too on wednesdays i go to that church thing which is still boring and weird my dad is unemployed but we keep our distance my mom works and that is my entire life
nine days until i start school at york university i wonder what that will be like |
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| this is an application |
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| 09:05am 23/08/2005 |
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...for anything indie. i don't know what to do with this so for now i'll put it here
(because i can't even post ? why? it's funny how i can't even join open communities since those are the only ones i have a chance of getting into)
( with no memory ) |
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| 12:51am 16/08/2005 |
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i was just kind of sitting outside today (you know, like people used to do before the invention of television and video games) and i was reading a book and really into it so into it that i forgot that i was outside, even so that i was really startled when a man walking on my street yelled at me from the sidewalk.
"hey" he said, "d'ya think its going to rain today?"
i just looked at him "what." i thought
i was underneath my porch so i could hardly see the sky and didn't really care if it rained or not anyway.
besides from what i could see it was pretty cloudless nothing ominous and it was kind of hot. (it's always windy right before a storm, right before real rain.)
i didn't even know what to do, i just kind of stared at him for a while while he smiled back at me from the pavement
"no" i finally said "no i don't think it is going to rain at all"
"and i don't see why you should be even worried its a nice day and unless you are made of tissue there's no reason to be so afraid."
"are you made of tissue?"
i wanted to know
"are you because that would explain a lot namely the reason your brain is not capable of making that sort of deduction on its own"
he just looked at me for a while letting what i said sink in his smile slowly turning into a frown
"i was just trying to be friendly" he finally said
"and i was just trying to read my book. being friendly would be letting me do that."
he walked away then, slowly, with a half wave and a little confused.
i didn't feel bad: i hate it when people bug me for stupid reasons.
and i got to read my book. |
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| 11:17pm 09/08/2005 |
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i got a strange phone call today it was from this person that i know from school although 'know' isn't really a very good word.
you know those people who you see all the time but never speak to? for me this was 89% of the school's population and so of course this person was one of them
"what are you doing today jeffrey" he asked i said "huh --- what" and "how did you get this number"
"that's not important" he said "what are you doing today" and i said what i always say to that question which is "nothing".
"well" and this was a long well like he was building up courage which he probably was "if you want to do something a bunch of us are going to see a movie and we were wondering if you wanted to come."
i laughed i honestly laughed "me? you're kidding" "no" he said "i'm not" "we want you to come"
i thought it over wondering whether it was friendly "what movie" "the island" "i've already seen the island" "ok how about wedding crashers we were thinking of seeing that one too"
i said yes, but this is where i should have realised that it was a trap when they changed the movie for me. not later, not hours afterward not when i had waited past one and a half showings of wedding crashers
--- yeah; i know. i hate people too. (and they hate me) |
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| sorry |
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| 10:19pm 07/08/2005 |
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good luck to all those brave men and women in space |
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| 03:18am 31/07/2005 |
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okay so it's saturday night and i'm on the computer -- yeah, whatever, i know; don't bother -- and i realised that i haven't updated in a little bit (or really been on much, it's slow getting back into the rhythm of things online) so i thought i might as well report on what happened in the meeting on wednesday.
it started out regularly enough like the last few times, i fought in the morning, struggling with my angry yelling parents.
there's no use stating details it was the same as always you're probably familiar with the formula: refusals, yelling: red faces stubborn sulking and threats (threats being how they got me into the car) hurtful things said on the drive because by now i know how to push the right buttons; so do they. nervous driving, quick, angry; fog on the windows, dim lighting and electricity in the air: from it being so early. finally: parting shots, slammed doors and a consideration of my options thinking of slinking away but composing myself instead wiping away tears and walking to the basement room where we hold our meetings.
the exact same. i wasn't expecting anything else.
even the people inside were the same: the kids who come because they are genuinely worried clean-cut and well-dressed and wide-eyed and candid as they tell their stories, how they know that God hates them because they 'accidentally' fucked some guy in a service station washroom. (i don't understand how that is an accident, that never happens to me when i go to a gas station to get a snickers bar) and then the older guys, the ones with families, who don't really want to be there, but love their children, i guess - or the idea of a regular family, i don't know; and then the priest; and me.
but today was a little bit different: today we were joined by a lesbian. (later; we had settled and started already: she was late, but she was there.)
it was interesting but i'll have to tell you the rest later because christ i am tired it is getting really late and the rest of this story is really pretty long and i don't want to rush it. it was funny. goodnight. |
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| 11:06pm 23/07/2005 |
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sometimes i would like to be such as a dog is whereupon the nose is used to say hello touch is communication and advances frequent by hormone instinct rejected/accepted as simply as they are made.
but i am not a dog. nor will i ever be.
not in this life, anyway. |
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| 02:36am 21/07/2005 |
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so okay i really don't- i mean -wow.
i don't like living here. and i don't like my parents.
especially my mom but especially my dad.
my mom saw me scanning in a picture of myself to the computer -- a long time ago, about the last time i posted on the internet -- and she asked me what it was for
i couldn't lie and say school: school was over and that was my usual sort of excuse: that's what i always said i used the internet for to avoid conversation. so i told her the truth
"somebody online wants to see a picture of me because he wants to draw me i guess"
and she flipped out freaked out
she ripped out the internet cable (yes, ripped: we had to get a new one i am accessing the internet from a new internet cable because she broke the old one) and yelled at me to turn off the computer and took my picture out of the scanner
"i can't believe you could be so stupid" she screamed "don't you know the internet is full of stalkers? who could track you down with your picture and wait outside your school and touch you in your private areas?"
which i thought was a dumb argument because it is not 1997 and i am not twelve years old -- i am eighteen and about to go to university and live on my own for eight months and i think that means i am old enough to give people my picture online, but apparently not. which is why i have been off the internet for thirty days.
you should have seen my dad though when he found out -- my step-dad, i mean.
when he found out i was sending a picture to some man on the internet because he wanted to draw me a picture of me he thought that i was involved in a homosexual relationship he thought that meant i was having sex with men online
he got really mad he said that nobody who lives unders his roof is going to be a cocksucker.
i think that he wanted an argument i think he was hoping for an argument; thinking maybe that i would stand up for my rights to suck cocks online and he would get his chance to finally kick me out.
so he got even angrier when i told him he was an idiot and he was wrong and ignorant.
and he enrolled me in a church program -- our church (his church) has a program -- where they turn you from gay to straight. i have to go every wednesday and report on my progress: telling them how many cocks i haven't sucked and how long it's been since i haven't, and how i might've found a girl that interests me.
apparently i'm making great progress -- there's a lot of girls that interest me, this isn't hard -- but the leader says that i am still in denial and that i will never be truly free unless i admit to The Truth.
what the hell. |
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| 02:06am 22/06/2005 |
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i have one exam left and i've only spent one day at home so far.
i watched a lot of tv and lay on the couch; it was unsatisfying and lonely.
like my weekends.
like my life. |
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