7 hours ago from this blogpost, Kanye West released the most anticipated song of the year featuring no other than Kendrick Lamar. The song in my opinion is spectacular!!! K.Dot went off on his verse and Kanye says, “the writers block is over.”
Check it out for yourself!
All of my friends know for a fact that I love snow. Whenever I hear about snow on the news I am the first to be on all of the weather sites keeping myself up to date with amounts and cold temperatures.
One blog in particular that I like to keep up with is our local weather man here in Louisville, John Belski. He’s always the first person to be on top of weather updates and how much we can expect in the area. He shares photos of the GFS, Euro, and NAM models. I can’t really tell you the meaning behind those names, other than that they show different snow totals. Usually they never really show a whole lot of snow. For example here is what the GFS model looks like…
Every time I saw this on the radar I would speculate that the snow would miss us. The snow models that really caught my eye were the Canadians. They look a little something like this…
The canadian model shows at least 6-10 inches of snow. How they comes up with these totals I have no clue, but it’s really awesome to look at and speculate. According to Belski’s blog, we won’t be seeing this snow until Wednesday. A second system is expected to come the following day so we will see how this turns out.
In the meantime, I’m going to sip on my coffee and try to keep warm as these cold fronts make their way on in.
~ Keep it all smiles
Im buying my own coffee machine and setting it in my room so all I have to worry about is making myself a pot of coffee. I’m tired of waking up every single day to find that nobody in the house has made coffee. So to solve this problem I have purchased a mini Keurig to place on top of my dresser so I can hop up and press the brew button.
Sincerely,
Jamil.
I will never understand this, but people are highly skilled in drama. There just something about it that people lust over it; chasing it until they are dry of energy. I myself never really enjoyed drama yet I was surrounded by it growing up. Even during my weekly routine of waking up, skating, writing, and then going to work, I am still following by it.
Usually trying to keep yourself absent minded from any dramatic situation helps but it’s always surprising to see how people love it so much. You’ll see facebook arguments, people with lightening fingers sending text, even retched confrontation. To me, its seems like this is all a game, which I will highly agree it is. People practice drama, day in and day out. People live, breathe, even feed themselves and their kids with drama. I really don’t like it and if you are a regular reader of my blog you will know that I dislike the matter very much.
The skill people have in drama are amazing. For example, whenever Morgan (my ex) left me for some white dude (he msged me apologizing not to long ago) I watched drama unfold. Whats sad about the whole situation is that I took part in the mess but the drama was amusing on my behalf. Anyways, to cut through all all the bullshit, Morgans new man’s ex girlfriend was upset that they were dating. She wanted revenged and sought out my help. I was obliged to help her cause only becasue I was under the impression that I was helping out Morgan. (I’m a nice guy)
To avoid from exposing too much business, I’ll cut to the end. Morgan ended up messaging me about the whole situation which I took deep interest in becasue it was pretty funny. The fact that that another female wanted to a newly founded couples relationship suffer in turmoil was crazy. The act of drama filled the air and plummeted all at the same time leaving everyone dazed in a midst of confusion and hate. It didn’t stop there, it continued through some text and facebook messaging. As I sat there in the mix like ice floating in kool-aid, I watched as both parties skillfully attacked one another. I myself did a little too but I was unsuccessful and less of a threat.
The fact of the matter is, they have all been through some BS in their life that caused them to be soo good at trying to cut one another’s throats. It’s crazy.
That isn’t the only situation that made me think that people are skilled at this, I’ve seen many other situations flourish in a realm of stupidity and nonsense. You’d think that these people would be exasperated by all the conflict but I guess not.
My conclusion to this?
People spend too much time arguing with one another instead of showing care and love. We need to live and experience life, not argue and bicker with people who have made us upset. So if you are cleverly experienced in Drama, you should re-check your qualities.
~ Keep it all smiles
I’m really discouraged with my father right now.
This man is upset at me because I didn’t go far with drawing like he visioned. Every time we drive past a mural or see some really nice cartoon in the newspaper, he always says to me, “This is supposed to be you.”
I love art, I like to draw. But if it was really something that was meant for me to do right now than I wouldn’t be at UPS right now. I’d probably be living in a studio apartment in downtown Louisville drawing/painting art for the masses. From a very early age I began drawing on the back of manilla folders and randoms scraps of paper. My mom eventually found some printer paper and I began to draw all over those. Once I started grade school I drew a lot more and loved art class.
My dreams of becoming a cartoonist grew bigger when I was in the 5th grade. I bought a “How to Draw The Simpsons” book, tracing and sketching everything inside of it. From there I started taking note pad paper and created my own comic that I would sell to the other kids in class. My drawing slowed down a little bit when I went to middle school, I can’t say that I entirely stopped drawing, I just did it when I had time. Skateboarding crept into my life and thats all I was doing. I picked drawing up a little more throughout high school creating another comic that I was selling for a dollar. I tried to get into some art classes and discovered the Louisville Cartoonist Society but I never was able to go to any meetings.
(I did try back in 2014 but they have their meetings in a bar and at the time I was only 20 so when I tried to sneak in some guy caught me and card checked me. That fucking bastard)
Ever since then I have been on and off with my art. I draw here and there, usually on the back of notebooks. I have a few sketch books but I haven’t taken the time to get them out and draw something. Art has always been in my life and it will continue too. I still have this huge dream of having my own weekly comic in the newspaper.
At this point in my life though, I just want to skateboard, write, create music, and just read. If anything, Art was the door opener exposing me to the other ways of creation. Like this is my purpose in life; I am here to finish off whoever I was in my last life’s goals. Whoever I was in the last life was a very creative person and all of that knowledge is in me. Now here I am trying to figure out what it is that I need to complete. I have an array of tools at my hand, I just got to use them.
So Dad, if becoming a superior poet than then any of the surahs or bible verses out there is my goal, than that is what I will achieve.
ps. This song always inspires me to do better. Bet you didn’t know I listened to them, lol.
~ Keep it all smiles
Here I am at 5 in the morning listening to Panic! At the Disco in my mothers car pondering life in the driveway. It hasn’t been like this in a while. I usually will sit here for 20 minutes questioning my existence, only to grab my bag and slowly make my way through the back door.
I’m not sure why this happens. It didn’t start until I began my journey as a night shift employee. A layer of depression lies on my chest and I drift off with the dark clouds that the sadness brings. Surrounding myself with the joys of life somewhat works, but at the end of the day I sit in my room with a blank mind me wonder.
I think about a lot of things. I think about the present, past, then the future. A friendly reminder from Buddha occasionally pops up in my head which is to not focus on the last or future but I can’t shake it. There’s some answer I’m looking for, some light I’m trying to seek. This enlightenment that I have no clue about is dangling there in front of me. The midst of hate and cruelty in the world blind me from choices I pick and choose from.
I’m never sure about what I’m really thinking but it’s dreadful. I sometimes don’t want to go home. I guess that’s why I stay as long as I can at a friends house or while I’m out drinking tea or skateboarding. It scares me.
I hate the feeling of sitting alone and self inflicting pain upon myself.
I don’t like it.
~ Absent
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
~ Buddha
~ Please Share 😀
~ Keep it all smiles
Silence fills the air.
I grabbed my TV dinner out of the microwave. Another successful night in the books and now it is time to enjoy the freedoms that life has to offer, but only for a second. At least thats what the time between work and school feels like. Its always been like this; for some years now. I don’t feel nothing new, its all just the same. Life seems to come and go around the same circle its been on and I haven’t really changed it.
Sure I’ve done some cool things but I feel like there is more out here for me to achieve but I’m being held back. Trying to figure out whats holding me back is the question. I can’t say its really a constant battle of trying to find myself but I don’t know.
This TV dinner isn’t all that I expected, its pretty nasty.
Anyways, minus the fact that I use the word Anyways for multiple paragraphs though out my blog, I think I understand.
~ Keep it all smiles
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