Nursery Rhyme

Hello,

Tonight, I will completely make a nursery rhyme from scratch. I will try to rhyme a lot through this If I can, I use to do this with someone way back when, but haven't in a long time, and if they remember then that's just smile material.

So to that person, I dedicate this one to you.

Know

In a land not to far away at all, 

lived a small child who never really knew nothing at all. 

Through the nights and days they played anyway, 

Never caring about the world that would constantly lay. 

They never knew anything about who or what they were from

 And instead didn't question for they believed it be dumb. 

They lived their lives, one day at a time, 

Never carrying the worries like the guilt of  a crime. 

The world was in peace, and forever we knew, 

That no one could ruin it, not even the blues.

Until one day, the wicked drew near,

 And soon the others would petition to clear. 

Never before had so much time had passed

The wicked had begun their most evilest of tasks. 

Strangers and tide from distant sands,

 No longer remained far as they traveled the lands. 

Bringing with them little hope and cheer,

 They did nothing better than tear down the queer. 

The strange that is, the out-casted and shunned,

 For they are the ones who are forced run

Out of town, out of sight for no one can bear

 The witness to the wicked that can't seem to share.

The child weeps in all that it knows, 

Which remember is none and no one else shows. 

The child sees not of the woed and weak,

 The child sees hope when he stands on his feet. 

The child ran throughout all of the land,

 Reminding the world that it so possibly can. 

And with the words of a saint, the others returned,

 for the day was lost but the night remained theirs.

Back in the distance, The wicked retreated,

 Where it had to be saved, where it had to be treated. 

For the young child had won, but nobody cared,

 Because the young the child was stricken the strangest declared.

The small child was no boy nor girl, but a person of land

For the child knew the greatest secrets of man. 

They knew all, which was none,

 for the measure of know is simply one. 

One child, one story, one day told in time,  

One message, one song, one nursery rhyme.

I reused a lot of rhymes, but whatever, that shit's hard. I'm not even sure if that made sense, but it took me 30 minutes, and I'm happy with that.

I also want to say, that I'm honored to have Chris "Capades" Cady aka "Knight Ranger Jr." with me tonight, sharing the responsibilities. He's doing a damn, fine job.

Night, Nite, Knight,
Jarrad

The End is Near

Dear people,

Today was very possibly my very last day of class ever. As far as I know at this point, I will not be going back to school ever again. It was so bland, as if were like J.D.'s last day at Sacred Heart. In the words of Dr. Cox "It's just another day."

That is how it felt though, not much feeling here or there about anything in particular. It was literally just another day. When I was in my last class late at night, I was quite for a good portion of it, really trying to take it, because even though I wouldn't think it was the class part of college that I will miss, I'm sure that I will at some point.

I miss classes from Freshmen year, when it was alright to not know what you wanted to do with your life. Class in general is usually a fairly boring time, even if you are interested in the class, something about the weekly commitment to pay attention becomes a bit of hassle even on your best days.

Today was a hassle, I think if I wasn't such a memory whore and nostalgia snob, I probably would've skipped my last class. But, I wanted that memory. I wanted to know what we did, and who was there, and what it was about. Truth was, it wasn't very interesting and I knew it wouldn't be. Bruce Japsen talked about how to blog, which to any person born after 1990 would clearly know how to do. If I can do it, then it can't be that hard. It doesn't take much, but he talked to us about our finals and all other lose ends were tied up.

That's how it ended, nothing special at all. I will be continuing this blog into next week, and then my final entry of the knight shift will be on Monday, May 7th. I have a total of 4 more posts, not including this one, because I picked up another shift, before my last one. I will be shedding my armor on the battlefield that is the Information Commons, dropping my sword and shield, only to stand amongst the living of those who will continue forth without me. I'm picturing King Leonidas at the end of 300, and if that's not narcissim at its finest than I don't know what is. I should probably start working out more for that moment, and I feel like I may get some strange looks, but it will totally be worth it. I'll be standing on the first floor where that statue is, and then I'm gonna need about 60 Persians with bows and arrows to be on the second floor in aiming position, ready for my last word to release a blackout of arrows upon my body.

It will be my final post, and it will be sad, but also joyous because this has been my year, and out of everything I've done and been through in college, I would chalk this blog up there as one of the few things I'm quite proud of (mainly my consistency).

I'm sort of hoping for a Conan O'Brien end of the Late Night Show finale, but I can't expect perfection, so I'm just gonna go for the 300 cliche ending. I'm sure I will be repeating myself (like I always do) in that post, with similar things in this post, but I assure you that one will be much more different and better mainly because it has to.

Anyway, take for granted your final moments if you have them, if you are continuing on in your studies then cherish the ones you've got and hold onto them forever because well remembering is a fantastical part of being human.

Also a very shitty part, but that's not really important right now.

You all take care till next time.

Night, Nite, Knight,
Jarrad

Spring Cleaning

Hello all,

I don't think I can string together a thought long enough to write a well thought out post, so this is just some Spring cleaning shit of whatever I'm going to talk about.

I am currently struggling to write a paper right now, but this week will be epicly awful if I don't do it. If anyone has any scholarly thoughts on James Baldwin and lovely tale Sonny's Blues I would just love to hear it. James Baldwin is a black, possibly homosexual, writer in the 1950's, who grew up in the Harlem ghetto. The only way this man could be more oppressed would be if he were in fact a woman. The story takes place in the ghetto of Harlem, and yet I still can't make these connections. There is something clearly wrong with me. I think I just may need to power through it, and put off that paper until tomorrow...

It's not that it's not interesting, it's more so I don't care. It's not really my fault though. There is very well 2 weeks left of what is possibly the longest plan of my life. 22 years of knowing exactly what I was supposed to do next...and now what? That is one terrifying reality check.

This paper as well as many other things may prove to be the end of me, which really wouldn't be too bad. Go out right before the end of college, I couldn't think of better time. I definitely don't want to live forever, going out young would be kind of cool, as long as it would be cool and some freak accident.

Not that I want to die anytime soon, but if it was gonna happen soon, maybe it should before I do all this work. I know I'm not lucky enough to go out like Harry Stamper.... that Armageddon reference was way over due. It felt good.

In other news, I watched God Bless America tonight. I absolutely loved it. Joel Murray killed it...literally, he messed up a lot of people. There were moments during the movie I was skeptical of the message, but by the end I was fully supportive. I guess that's nothing new, because from the first time I saw the trailer I was fully behind it, except now I have legitimate reason to be.

I won't go into any details about the movie, but I strongly recommend that you watch it. I actually watched another Bobcat Goldthwaith movie the other day. The World's Greatest Dad, didn't even know he directed it til the end, but they definitely had similar feels, with very different endings. Bobcat is actually in this one, so it's sort of cool. His voice isn't very ridiculous either, which I was blown away by.

I've been playing a lot of Pokemon Red....not much more to say about that.

Hope everyone is doing well. I only have a handful of these posts left. I promise the remaining few will be much better than this shitty one. Take care, fun flights, and don't the boogie man bite bite bite.

Night, Nite, Knight,
Jarrad

Damnit, Hollywood

Hi,

So this movie LOL is being made, don't really know why, but I do know this, if God Bless America had a gun and had to shoot down one movie in the world, it would be this one. The sad part about this, is that it is a remake. Which means it was made before, probably didn't do so well, and then made again, because Gee that seems like a good idea.

I have not seen this movie, obviously because it hasn't been regurgitated back up yet, but I really feel that this movie isn't getting much deeper than its trailer.

I don't know who or what thought this would be a good idea, but I'm fairly positive that if this the Hollywood standard these days, I'm not really sure I want to be apart of it anymore. The saddest part about this movie is that it may turn out to be the most "real" movie that is released ever.

I talked before about how movies set in real time are suppose to mirror "real life," but they don't. This may be the one exception, because I have a strong feeling this is exactly how life is. It is this shallow, overly dramatic, shitty, constantly connected via social networking, with little human connections and the ridiculous yet non-vital problems of the everyday life of a teenager.

This movie is kind of genius, because it literally is as cliche as the rest of the world. There can't be any one original line in this that you haven't heard before. I bet on your Facebook creeper feed you can find most of the dialogue from this movie, and not to be a total ass, but it's probably coming from teenage girls. It's a movie about everyday life, and just how crappy we are as human beings, and how shallow we can be about just about anything and everything.

The reason why movies make things more fantastic, is because our lives are shitty, and we don't want to watch them. They put beautiful people in the same situation as us normal shitty people, and just spit it back out to us. Its movie that's been in the making for the past ten years, we've all helped write this script, and now we have to painfully sit through its reality. That is the ultimate form of capitalism, we have been exploited to the point of where they steal our ideas from how we live and then sell them back to us. Touche Hollywood.

I don't know if sad is the write word to describe it, but I'm going to assume that Miley Cyrus when accepting this role, believed it to be earth-shattering because A.) She's going to make bank to play basically herself  B.) She is fully aware of just how accurate this script may be, and believes it to be so unoriginal in life that it is in fact original for a movie, and C.) There is possibility for a sequel called "ROFL" and a third installment call "LMFAO."

I can't honestly condone this movie, for the sole fact I don't want people spending money on something they could watch anywhere, anytime by just watching people. If you want to waste your money give it to me, and I'll go see it for you. I'll be your Jesus of this movie, I will put all your pain on me that you would have endured from watching this movie.

I just made a joke about this, so I will use it now. This movie is the Comic Sans font of all movies. That's what I leave you with.

Night, Nite, Knight,
Jarrad

High Expectations

Greetings,

I would like to start off this post to let everyone know we are within 100 days of the release of the Dark Knight Rises. My geese are bumping at the mere thought of it. For some reason or another I have recently had knightmares about the movie being bad. That scares me, because my knightmares are more likely to come true than my dreams. That does not have a double meaning, so please don't take that as a depressing shot at my life.

I have high hopes, and that's probably why I'm so scared. It's difficult for things to live up to your expectations, especially when you set them ridiculously high. The one thing I know is that if the world is to end December 21st of this year, I sure am ecstatic that the Dark Knight Rises release is before it. Because if I die, I need to die with the knowledge of what happened in that movie.

Our expectations tend to ruin some pretty awesome moments, movies, things, friends, etc. They can ruin just about anything if they get carried away.

Disney Channel original movies for example. In the late 90's and early 2000's, some of the best DCOM's were made. Luck of the Irish, Brink, Smart House, Johnny Tsunami, Horse Sense, etc. They were so good, I'm insanely stunned that they weren't academy-worthy. Then they started to suck, and you could see it, because they weren't released as often. It went from once a month, to once every few. Then that stupid High School Musical happened, and I knew that it was the end of quality family viewing as I had known it.

It was what I looked forward to most in life at that point, which in retrospect is insanely pathetic to admit, also starting to question many life choices after that. That's for another time.

Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century taught me what it would like to be a teenage girl who lived in space and had a thirst for adventure. I would have no idea without that movie! These are important lessons in our life that I dread the thought of where I would be without them today. Probably in some ditch somewhere, being a scientist with a career to look forward to or something lame like that.

I had mega-high expectations for these movies, but they always delivered and why? Because they were relevant, they made sense, they treated their audience with a certain amount of respect. As if we were intelligent viewers, watching an educational experience. Now, we have digressed to the point of idiocy. Cheap laughs from everyone, and sometimes those are great, but not always. It's making us dumb.

So I encourage you set your expectations high, because they should be. We need to expect better from others in order to push ourselves forward. I'm not saying it's always going to be great, and we're always going to succeed. You know how I feel about failing, but if we don't try then what's the point of even getting up?

Don't ever have high expectations for this blog. I need the bar set low on this, you can expect better things from me outside of this, but let's leave this at a kindergarten "color in the lines" expectation.

With that being said, Christopher Nolan, I have the utmost respect for you, and am fully confident in what this movie will be. However, my expectations along with billions...yes, billions, is set so high for this Dark Knight Rises, I expect a slightly better quality of film then any given Disney Channel Original Movie ever made. That includes Alley Cats Strike and Mom's got a date with a Vampire.

Night, Nite, Knight,
Jarrad

Urban Legends

Hello,

Urban Legends could be some of the creepiest most sadistic pieces of folk lore ever told. They're are sort of the here-say version of Unsolved Mysteries except they are usually false and far more messed up, not to mention you don't get that smoky, low-toned voice of Robert Stack narrating them.

We've all heard urban legends, and many of us probably didn't even know it. Bloody Mary, Roommate Murder, Express train to Hell (which was done in an episode of Hey, Arnold!)That's probably a good thing, because if we don't know they are an urban legend they are still insanely creepy, and we probably are going to lose sleep. All the urban legends I know, I know are fake, but yet I still lose sleep over them If I think about them enough. It's like a scary movie, doesn't matter if they're not real, they were believable enough for me to sleep with the light on and an air-soft gun under my pillow all night for 6 straight days.

Are You Afraid of the Dark is a good show that sort of banks on the whole urban legend story-telling. A bunch of kids just sit around a camp fire telling the creepiest most frightening stories. That show scared the shit out of me, and I guarantee if I watched it again today. My fear would only be more intense seeing as how I've learned nothing in life, and people only scare me more.

One of my favorite urban legends, is the Clown Statue one. Those of you who don't know what that one is, let me please ruin your nights sleep.

A babysitter is watching a couple of kids one night during their parents date night. There is a clown statue in the living room, where she is watching TV. She is freaked out by this clown statue, as any self-respecting sane person would be, because no one has a fucking clown statue in their living room. She calls the Dad, and asks if she can cover it because it is freaking her out. Her Dad tells her to get the kids, go next door, and call 911. She does, without questioning it. She calls the Dad when she is next door, and he explains to her how the kids had been complaining about a clown watching them when they slept, breathing heavily over them, and that they (the parents) just chalked it up as adolescent nightmares. Turns out this guy was a homeless who just happen to hide in the attic and would only come out at night, to watch the kids sleep.

If you are not shitting yourself with fear, then you clearly have issues because I just scared myself typing that. In one version, I was told the clown was a midget, which actually increased the terror of that story to the point where I had repeating nightmares of midgets at the circus.

So when I said, I've been woken up by a Firby at 4 in the morning, after swearing on my life I took the batteries out of that thing 6 years ago. I mean that is truly one of the most terrifying things I have ever experienced. Not to mention that its go-to catch phrase was "You're my friend." Fuck you, Firby. I honestly mean that.

There are hundreds, and if you want to be scared more, by all means look them up. Here are 5 that are also apparently true : Touch me with your mouse ;)

Urban Legends are far more terrifying because by far your imagination is your valuable tool and also your most dangerous. When you watch a scary movie or show, your imagination is limited because they've visualized the story for you, but with words, that can leave a lot up for interpretations. Enough to make you go mad, lose sleep, and want to never see a midget again.

I know they're "fake" but we can't prove something like that will never happen. I mean there is shit that hasn't happened, but it doesn't mean it won't or can't.  I know we've proved ghosts "wrong" about a million times, but there are hundreds of situations where we can't. Aliens are definitely real, urban legends can be too! That solely is what makes them so terrifying...the waiting. The wait for one messed up freak to follow through with these things. If anything it's only giving psychos ideas as to how to freak people out. I don't want to be the one they test it on. I will cry like a little girl, and from past experiences that is not an attractive look on me.

Damn you urban legends for your rising possibilities!

This is another site for urban legends. Good luck, sleep tight, if you can... muehehehehehe (evil giggle).

Happy Birthday Capades and Flow, you guys rock my socks on. You are both now irrelevant, welcome to the club.

Night, Nite, Knight,
Jarrad

Our Sad Truth

Hello,

God created man because something other than just dinosaurs and animals had to inhabit earth. Things were too good, and clearly God needed a species that would come along and fuck shit up.

He had dinosaurs, but clearly their way of life was just working way to well. The circle of life was making incredibly way to much sense, and there was too much order without enough chaos. So what happened, God sent an asteroid to strike the earth and kill all the dinosaurs, because honestly a world without chaos is just simply boring enough to take a giant ass asteroid and erase what was working. Then God creates other species and other things that eventually evolve into humans, or something like that.

The world graduates to Earth status once we've become smart enough to realize that their are other planets, and we move forward together as mankind. A world that is intellectually brilliant, common sense stupid, and wasteful as all hell.

We've become too smart for our own good, we make inventions to make life easier not more efficient, not smarter, but simpler. We don't have to work to live anymore.

I'm becoming deathly afraid we're getting to the point of just existing, and before any of us know it we will end up like those people in Wall-E, which isn't necessarily a bad thing depending on how you look at it. We stress ourselves out to the point of bad health, both mentally and physically when in reality, the only pressure we have, we get from ourselves. We've been our own worst enemy for quite some time.

We destroy ourselves and everyone and everything around us, with small moments of greatness. Yet we are judged on these moments so frequently, and our ability to succeed is what makes us humans smarter than any other creature.

Unfortunately, that is a truly fucked up way to look at ourselves. We see failure as such a negative in society, and we should make it avoidable at all cost although there is like a million elementary school posters that tell us to try, try, and try again. Which is ironic because the same institution doesn't really give you the option to try, try, and try again, it's more like try, fuck up, and lose. All the most important people in history have told us that failing was apart of the process, yet we don't listen.

"Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it." Do you remember this? Because even though we talk about it being alright to lose and fail we don't actually believe it. I don't want to fail, because of so many things, the most obvious is succeeding makes life easier. But also you're done with it, people aren't disappointed, there is no conflict, it was worth the money, and you move on.

Because failure to me entails, a pissed of father, a wasted shit load of money, a disappointed group of people, and the ultimate act of  self-loathing which includes, but not limited to, tears, drool, and the fetal position.

So instead of failing, we succeed any way we know how. Does not matter how unethical it is, or how much we cheat, lie, and steal to do it, we will "succeed." For that success we will be praised and loved. That is our sad truth, no matter how much we want to believe that it's okay to fail.

If this post doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. I'm wired in a strange way, and thoughts are coming from any and every direction.

All jokes aside, Loyola lost a student this past week, 18-year-old Joseph Suh. Although I didn't know him, I was deeply saddened to hear about his passing. I don't have much to say other than my condolences go out to his family and friends. And to Joseph, life really does suck sometimes, I don't know where you are right now, but I sure hope it's a lot better of a place than here.

Night, Nite, Knight,
Jarrad

This is not what I ordered...Oh...you...don't...care.

Hi,

Once again, I am back for another epic night of talking about something that probably is very relevant and you can most likely think about when you probably should be thinking of something else.

I've been writing a health care article for my health care reporting class, which is weird to me that I actually got some work done during this job...also, that I'm in a health care class. In recent news, Obama's health care plan is now being reviewed by the Supreme Court to decide whether or not it is unconstitutional, and apparently they can strike down parts of the bill, not the whole thing. In more recent news, I honestly don't care

I think it's relevant and makes sense that what happens will affect all of us, but I don't want to know the process leading up to it. Health care is dry, plain and simple and probably because it's so political, which also is dry. Regardless of what I say or do, I'm still not going to be their number one priority.

I'm all about knowing what goes on in our country and understanding the "process" of getting shit done, but with all these rules and restrictions that are put on anything and everything you just get fed up with it and say "Screw it, I'm watching TV."

I wish fixing a problem was easier than it seems, but truth is even if a bill is good and we know that it will do what is best for our country, individuals agenda's will block it because they didn't get what they want. That is just the most annoying part of government.

Don't take this as I know what I'm talking about, because I don't. I don't know what bills are best for our country, but I do know that stupid shit gets thrown onto what are considered good bills (I use to know the term for it, but have long since forgotten), and they get rejected for the small shit that's just tagging along.

Our government is run like the DMV, I know this comparison has probably been done in about a thousand stand ups across the country, but all I can imagine when I think of government is waiting for hours in line only to get to the front and realize you didn't get the right form, because instead of trying to explain your predicament to the woman when you first got there hours before, she jumps the gun and tells you what form you need, which turns out to be the completely wrong one because its not like its her job to help you correctly the first time.

We all make mistakes I get it, but when I'm trying to explain my problem, and you tell me that it's this form without fully hearing me out, and you're wrong, it's just enough anger to contemplate the pros and cons of murder.

Great story from a few weeks ago. I've used my AOL email for years (I know that's ancient of me), and I checked it numerous times daily. One day, I go to check it, and it's been cancelled. I call the number they provide me with, and when I talk to the guy on the phone, he can't tell me anything about the cancellation because my name is not on the administration account that made my screen name. My mom's was because I've had since I was 14!

So now, even though I'm 22, I have to call my mom to ask her to call them so I can access my primary email account. Super awesome customer service, thanks for being so protective of my shit that you cancelled without giving me any sort of warning. I hope AOL goes bankrupt, because now they are trying to start charging people to use their service...Does anyone else want to tell them that email is free? That no one will pay to use a service they've offered for free for years? That companies like Google and Yahoo don't charge you to use their email service because they are thriving businesses? No, well I would hate for them to find this out down the line, but let's not give them any warning, because apparently they don't care to give any warnings, they sure are a spontaneous group.

I can't blame them though, we live in a country where depending on how much you pay depends on what kind of customer service you get. Megabus, terrible customer service, but what the hell do they care? People are still going to buy their tickets because they are cheap. Netflix, was cheap, then they started charging out the ass to use their service, and all they said was sorry. At least an apology was nice.

What I've gathered from this Health care shit, the DMV, AOL, Netflix, and Megabus is just because you pay to use someone's service doesn't mean you get treated with dignity and respect, what matters is the money you are willing to dish out to get better customer service.

That's our country, still don't get it, but apparently it makes sense to some people. My guess is that one percent that people still tend to be bitching about, and some other people who probably don't like anything I have to say.

At the end of the day, they should know that they've won, and should be proud. It's simply tiring arguing with idiots, because if there is one thing I've learned it's that Idiots are the most energized people in the world, and have the ability to argue forever.

Have a great week, and good...

Night, Nite, Knight,
Jarrad