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Name: Jason
Birthday: 9/2/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: I like to write (even though I don't write as often as I could), spend time with friends and some other stuff I'm sure.
Expertise: 23 years old doesn't qualify me to be an expert on anything except screwing up and trying again.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
7/16/2004
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| Lots of things that I could post. Lots of realizations and lots of growing up. But you all know where I am and how to reach me. If you want to know, ask. I'll tell. But I don't want to broadcast. That's not who I want to be.
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see love struck Romeo hit the street on a serenade
and he’s laying everybody low with a love song that he made
he finds a streetlight steps out of the shade
says something like "you and me baby how about it?"
Juliet’s gonna say "hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack"
he's underneath my window she's singing "hey la my boyfriend's back"
you shouldn't come around here singing up to people like that
well anyway what you gonna do about it?
Juliet, when we made love you used to cry
you said you love me like the stars above you’d love me till you died
Well there's a place for us and you know the movie song
when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?
we both came up on different streets they both were streets of shame
both dirty both mean and the dream was just the same
and I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real
how can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?
Oh no you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold
you can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
you promised me everything you know you promised me thick and thin
Now you say "oh Romeo yeah I used to have a scene with him"
Oh Juliet when we made love you used to cry
used to swear like the stars above well you’d love me till the day that we died
Well there's a place for us you know the movie song
when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?
I can't do the talk like they talk on TV
and I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you
Juliet all I can do is be in love with you
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
all I do is keep the beat in this rock n roll company
all I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet I'd do the stars with you any time
Oh Juliet when we made love you used to cry
used to swear like the stars above well you’d love me till the day that we died
there's a place for us you know the movie song
when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?
See a love struck Romeo hit the street on a serenade
laying everybody low with a love song that he made
finds a streetlight steps out of the shade
says something like "you and me baby how about it?
You and me baby, now how about it?
You and me baby, now how about it?"
well Juliet the dice were loaded from the start
and I bet and you exploded through my heart
well there's a place for us you know the movie song
when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong?
yeah now Juliet the time was wrong
oh I know the time was wrong yeah
the time was wrong
yea and I know the time was wrong yeah
So, yeah. I had one of those nights where I was listening to my iTunes...and this song came on. Edwin McCain "Romeo and Juliet." Must be one of those moods.
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| I didn't know what exactly I was going to write about, but I might have some things in mind. For starters, thanks to Amanda Perry, I now have a myspace account as well as xanga. I'll try to post on both equally for all three of you who read this from time.
http://www.myspace.com/jasonstoutowns
Anyway, so where do I start? It's been a little over a month since Kendra and I broke up. I really don't have much to say on that. If you've been close to the situation, then you know it hasn't been pretty, but that's mostly because we're both confused as hell about what we want and need and not putting all of our eggs in the proverbial basket. All right. Enough of that.
I've been working at Joe's Crab Shack for about two weeks I think. It's interesting. I should start serving in another week or so.
School is school. I'm not failing, which is a positive.
I'm moving back in with my parents at the end of this month. Believe it or not, I'm not too upset about it. I love my parents and I've kind of missed them. Plus, you just can't beat the safety of living at home. Yeah, as an adult, it sucks at time, but let's face it. Being an adult sucks too, so whatever.
I was going to talk about Lost, Grey's Anatomy and American Idol (otherwise known as the three shows I actually watch), but I think I'm going to save that for another post. I felt like writing, now I don't. Sorry. Later everyone.
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| Coming alone to the Great Hall
Asking forgiveness in all that I've done.
Hearing the answer to all
those questions before you had gone.
Upon the cross on high,
As we kneel at your feet
and hear your suffering yet grateful sigh.
Remembering, never leaving; never missing a beat.
You remember, even if and when we can't.
Or perhaps it's a choice?
Then again, we know we won't recant,
if only because we hear Your voice.
So I was sitting at the Hub last Friday, listening to my roommate and amazing friend C.J. Alguire perform solo on stage, and I picked up pen and grabbed a flyer and wrote what you see above. I don't write poetry much, but I truly feel that at that exact moment, God was asking me to write Him a letter to prove that I understand what He is doing in my life right now. Tonight, at this week's Hub, I had one of the best conversations that I can remember with someone who means very much to me. When the conversation was through, I realized that for the first time in a long time, I was beginning to understand exactly what it was that God perhaps was planning for me at this exact moment...Wait, let me rephrase that. For the first time in a long time, I felt comfortable and accepting (without feeling phony) about what God was making happen in my life. It isn't always pleasant and it doesn't always work the way we want it to, but that's the problem. WE want and want and want, but don't put anything back. WE don't put any effort into these things that we think should happen, or if we do, the effort is selfish instead of selfless and it loses all meaning. HE wants and expects something too; that we prove our love by remembering who He is on a daily basis and giving thanks for the gracious gift of His son Jesus Christ...but above that, WE have to start to look at what it is that He does give us daily; recognize grace for what it is. Don't complain that God isn't looking out for you when your prayers go unanswered audibly. Remember that in HIS time, your prayers will be answered. WE don't make the blueprint, HE does. No matter how difficult it is to follow that blueprint, graciously do so because trying to do it all yourself will make you feel alone, scared, and worthless. Listening to His wonderful voice and walking beside Him lets you know just how much you are worth. I feel ok for the first time in a while...
...but it is only when I allow myself to see this daily and ACT on it daily that I will actually be ok. With God, all things are possible...without yourself allowing these wonderful things, you're making God work too hard.
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| So I was going to the bathroom at work today when I happened to look at the wall in front of me and there was a joke on it, or at least what would be perceived as a joke. But I'm getting to that. The joke was as follows: "Why is an aspirin white?" Punchline: Because it works.
When you're done laughing, continue reading.
That's my point. I read it and I couldn't help but chuckle, but immediately I realized what I was laughing at. Racial stereotypes continually pervade our society mostly because racial tensions, though perhaps not at the forefront of our societal vision, still rage on. Growing up, I remember hearing jokes about black people and laughing with whoever told it, probably not even realizing what I was laughing at. But what makes it funny? Truth? Doubtful. As a society, at least as a majority white society, we still believe that all black people are lazy; that all of them collect welfare and have more children than they can account for. Why is that? I worked in downtown Canton for four or five years in child care or in some area of education. The area is depressed financially but it is not exclusively black. White families, single mothers (or fathers), homelessness, joblessness...it's not exclusive in its choice of race...
But back to the original problem I had. Why was I suddenly offended by this joke? Because I knew it was wrong that I chuckled? Or just overall because it just was plain wrong? Either way, I haven't stopped thinking about it for most of the day because it was just plain hurtful that someone would take the time to write such a joke, but knowing all along that as a society we would laugh...
...Then again, what if the role was reversed? What if the joke was making fun of white people? How would I feel then? Would I feel half as bad laughing at it? Probably not and that makes it even worse.
Ponder this with me, if you wish. Leave comments, again at your discretion.
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