Alright, here we go again.

Yo kids, what's good? I'm at Berklee now, and people keep telling me I need to update my blog. So I will until I forget.

Ok, so far, in college, the hardest class I've had to deal with is Ear Training, or reading music without hearing it, just looking at the paper and such. Well, I tested into ET3, so I'm in kinda an advanced class, and on my first quiz, I got a C+. Ouch. But, not wanting to step down, I swallowed my pride and got a tutor. And guess what? I just got an A on a quiz today.

99% percent of the time, we can't do everything ourselves. Of course, we all can't afford to have someone walk us through our daily lives to help us out, but there's lots of ways to improve your performance, at the small cost of a bit of your pride.

Would you rather be mediocre and proud to have gotten there all by yourself? Or maybe you could be phenomenal and have gotten a little help along the way, eh?

Point: Ask for help. Ask for directions. READ the directions. Men, get over it, Girls, y'all ask for help anyways, good for you.

Blogging from my phone

What's up guys?

It's been awhile. Haven't really gotten on the PC since I got my new phone. And there's no app to blog from. But I'm trying this anyways.

Let's hope it works. Nothing to really say right now though.

Whatever. Admit it, it's better than nothing.

Beautiful Weather!

Oh goodness! Something new has happened to me! I've been affected by the weather!

As soon as the sun came out for this past weekend I exploded into a violent tornado of joy and wit! It's amazing! I think I was so witty I offended people! Isn't that nifty? Anyways, I just wanted to tell all of you something. If you know me, or think you know me, or I know you... I LOVE YOU!

But seriously. There's nothing more important to me than you guys. All of you. I want to thank you, be you a friend, or an enemy, for being part of this wonderful thing called life. 

To those of you who've made me laugh, thanks for helping me find the joy in the simple and complex and appropriate and vulgar. You guys make a man feel like he can relax and be himself.

To those of you who've made me cry, thanks for helping develop me into the person I am today. I couldn't have gotten there without all the poop you made me go through. I promise I don't hate you, let's be friends.

To those of you who've made me angry...well, congrats, 'cause that doesn't happen often. You're probably a really big jerk. I love you too. Let's go and be mean together sometime. It can be a learning experience for both of us!

Anyways, peace out friends. I love you all SO MUCH!

Other people!

Let's ALL start blogging. I think it's extremely healthy to think. And if from those thoughts we get a piece of art (a blog) then by all means, I want people to express that art! Lots of people are starting up blogs and I love it! So, everyone should check out my friends blogs, because they have just as much to say as I do, probably more.

First, Wesley's http://suchasathought.blogspot.com/

Wonderful person, with strong opinions and the nerve to express them and will always be consistent with his beliefs. Careful if you disagree openly with him, he usually knows what he's talking about and he'll debate your sorry butt into the floor. =D

Kris! http://himynameiskris.blogspot.com/

Just started it the other day I believe. More of a journal of his life, but dang, it's a pretty interesting life. Check it out brotha's, he's got stories to tell.

Molly has a blog http://mollyjeannesodyssey.blogspot.com/

Doesn't post often enough. Seriously, I love what she's put out so far, it's relevant, funny, and focused, all things I enjoy and try my best to emulate. Keep it up girl!

Anyways, I have to go to school now, but I think I'm going to the Firehouse this afternoon. I love the Firehouse gallery. Everyone should also go every month because they always change their exhibits. Right now they have this wonderful balloon animal abstract thing. It looks cool, but I haven't checked it out yet. But we all should. It's right across from Red Square? Maybe. I'm bad with locations. But if you're at Nectar's/Muddy Water's/Old Gold, walk towards church street then take a left. The Firehouse will be the first brick building on your left after you get onto church street. See ya there.

AHHA!

Friends! Romans! Lend me your ears!

What's up guys, it's been awhile. I really haven't been home except to eat, sleep, and shower. It's intense, I know. 

Anyways, I've had so much I would have liked to blog about, but right now, I'm going to say something that will make you angry. Why? Because I don't give a rat's whiskers whether or not you get angry. Point is, I have a question, and I would like to get an answer. It's a question none of us want to ask, but a valid question.

If a man and a woman is normal, but now a man and a man are getting to be normal, what's stopping a man and a dog from getting married?

If you say that it's because there's no love, then please, let's define love. I'd say a good definition of love is someone caring about another so much they would die for them. Is that a good definition? Well, I've certainly heard of dogs sacrificing their lives for their owners, and we already know humans are capable of love.

Is it because there's a language barrier? Love conquers all, and everyone shows their love differently.

It seems to me the only difference is what is accepted by our society. Please, continue this discussion in the comments section. Leave your name by going to the drop-down things and clicking the right one. Then type in your name.

WHAT DO YOU THINK VT!?

Open Mic Fun

Open Mic last night!

So much fun. I always enjoy a good open mic. Actually, I live for them. They're so much fun. Anyways, thanks to all the people that came out, and to you people that didn't...bad call. Come next time.

It was much more professional this time. We had like time slots and whatever. But, as usual, nobody wanted to play so it was just me and friends jamming it up. Someday we'll have an open mic full of people wanting to play, read a poem, dance, or do anything. Could it perhaps be you?

Jim Douglass and Respect.

Now is a turning point in Vermont. For those of you that are politically sterile, allow me to extrapolate a bit for you. Marriage is now sanctioned by the government for homosexuals in Vermont. We're the fourth state to legalize it and the first to do it in legislation. Now, VT voted YES! And Jim Douglass said, "No." He vetoed the bill. Well, we overturned that veto, but that's not the important point.

Lots of people are hating on Jim right now.  Is it justified? I suppose if you're fighting ignorance and bigotry then Jim is probably your worst enemy right now...But I ask you to calm down. Now, I'm not saying I'm against gay marriage; I believe in love, and I believe that I do not have the right to say how people honor that love. I think the choice to marry is a valid choice to have.

Back to the subject. Since all y'all hate Mr. Douglass right now because he's "bigoted", let's take a step back and examine things from a different perspective. People see politics, but Politics also see the people. Jim knew that vetoing that bill would be an unpopular decision, but he did it anyways. Why? Because he believes in something. He believes in something so strongly that he's willing to place his job and reputation on the line for it. I, for one, respect that a lot. It's never easy to go against the flow.

Anways, those of you who call him "small-minded", open your minds. See things from his perspective and realize that this man who's openly contradicting a popular opinion has balls! If you all are supporting love between man and man, and woman and woman, show some love yourself. What happens when the fireman carries gasoline on him? If we're going to place the blame, let's make sure we're blameless.

Jim Douglass, I don't agree with you, but I respect your beliefs, and I respect your willingness to support those beliefs.

People, show love to everyone. Just trust me on that one.

I wish.

Dear Jesus,

Please make my hair not blossom into a fro. I spend good money to get it cut and then it looks good for a little bit. But then it explodes.

I know you can do better.

, Your Favorite Person

Zak Jenkins

But seriously. I don't know why my hair is so...BANG! I wish it weren't. And I can never get it too look right. Grrr. It's annoying. Anyways. I'm going to get a hair cut soon. Once I get the money together I suppose. Unless anyone wants to cut it and make it look nice. For free. =D

I want to do a well job.

I have a new plan. A wonderful plan to balance out the world. Things are better when they're balanced! Checkbooks...Gymnasts...Breakfasts... Y'know.

Anways, I'm going to balance out America's bad grammar. Not by using proper grammar, because that's not enough. I need to go above and beyond! I'm going to use Anti-Well Grammar.

Anti-Well Grammar is simple really. Think of a word people abuse. For example, the word "good". You don't run good....you run well.  So, to counteract this atrocity. I'm going to substitute "well" into a situation that merits a "good".  I am well at writing. And there we go. I'm not using proper grammar, but rather, canceling out everyone else's improper grammar.

You know what they say about grammar... No Grammar is Well Grammar.

Irony

Short post, just stopped by the house to have a quick chat with my mums, and thought I'd post a little bit.

Anyways, I want to change my blog's name to something funnier and with more irony. Preferably with a Pun.

So expect new things, and don't hate me for not having much to say today.

Writer's Block

Uh Oh.

I have writer's block. What is that? I think it just means I have nothing to write about. But the whole "block" thing implies that we as writers always have things to write, they're just temporarily blocked. I disagree. I believe that as humans, we have our uncreative moments. Nothing's being "blocked." Face it, sometimes, we're just plain boring. So what do we do when we find ourselves spewing mediocre nonsense?

I think we should just spew it out. Quality stems from consistency. So even when you're writing bad, I think you should keep on writing.

For example. This Post is Bad.

My Odor.

So, me being the absent minded individual we all are at times, today I stepped into the shower and after getting out, realized that I had left my deodorant downstairs in my room. Now, understand, I'm a man well prepared, and I do keep a spare "emergency" deodorant in my bathroom...but it smells like baby powder. And after I put it on, I, too smelled like a baby butt. Score. In order to remedy this dire situation, I ran down to my room after dressing myself and applied a thick layer of my usual, good smelling deodorant. Guess, what? I still smelled like infant glutes. This made me think.

Bad stuff happens in life, sometimes it's really bad stuff, and other times it's just kinda annoying, but bad stuff happens. Good things happen too. Don't try to argue that. BUT! Why do we always focus on the bad things? No matter how much good-smelling deodorant I put on, I still smell that nasty smell underneath. When we're feeling down, no matter how many good things happen to us, we still dwell on the thing that made us feel sad. Some would argue that we're a hedonistic race, a race devoted to pleasure. I would argue that ,instead, we are a masochistic society. We dwell on all the bad things, and even inflate our small problems so that they can cause us even more disrest. WHY? Human nature? Not a good enough answer.

Why can't we let the happy events stick? Why do the bad events pursue us through all our good experiences? Why does my armpit still smell like fresh diaper?

April Fools

I was thinking about writing a facetious post today, considering it's April Fools...but I'm pretty facetious normally...so I decided not to. Here follows a completely serious rant.

Consistency is, in my opinion, the most important trait a person can have. I don't care if you're rich on Friday, or funny and cute and kind from 1pm to 3pm on B days. I want you to be you 24/7/365.

And yes, I know I'm hypocritical. I don't post every day...but I try to. I want to be a better writer, and practice makes perfect. So I gotta be consistent. In everything

However! If I were the same all the time, I'd get really bored.

OH NO! A dilemma. If I must be consistent, but I wants to be spontaneous and fluctuate rapidly, then who the heck is I and what in the world could I want?

Virginia?

My musings for today.

Virginia is a friend of mine. Guess where she lives? VT. Yep, her parents named her after a state. A state they love. Apparently her dad has been looking for a job down there forever. Well he got one, and now she's moving. To Virginia. 

Those are the facts, now for an extrapolation. I understand parents love things other than their kids. Who could blame them? But when you try to press that love onto your kids, it creates issues. Sure, you love flowers, but don't name your kid Crysanthemum. That's NOT cool. Are kids who are raised to be like their parents missing out on a big part of themselves? If they identify themselves as their parents, then who are they? 

I dunno. I'm just wondering really. Is it cool to name your kid Virginia? What if instead of parents provided their kids names at birth, they provided jobs? Instead of being named "John", they dub you, "Bus Driver." And you grow up to drive buses. It's the same kind of thing. Parents exist to take away choices kids have to make. Fact. Don't try to argue that. Can babies choose whether or not to eat? Parents choose for them. What's your religion? Parents choose. Parents choose whether or not you are "too young". That's their job, I'm not knocking it, I think it's necessary.

Anyways...I'm interested in your thoughts. Whatchoo think 'bout Parents and Names and Love?

Early Mornin' Blues

Good morning. I know if I write this, I'll be late for school, but who cares, yeah?

I don't even have anything to say, but I think it's important to pretend. For me, one of the best parts of being a thinking individual is pretend you have something to say. Now, don't get me wrong, we aren't pretending just to grab attention and laughter. But rather, as humans, we need to be constantly striving to think about things in new and different ways. Otherwise life would get boring quick.

Anyways...I have to go argue with my English teacher now. Peace m'crew.

Bad Weather Friends

Good Evening Faithful followers. All 2 of you.

You've all heard the expression a fair weather friend. Y'know, the guy who's there to eat your food when you come back from McDonalds. The man who will sit by your side and happily let you pay for his Denny's bill. The man who won't back down, even when you're the most popular kid in school. Yep, those are fair weather friends. Gotta love 'em. 

But if those exist, then the opposite must too. As a matter of fact, I know they do. Yeah, I'm talking about foul weather friends. The people who get called at 2am when you're crying because your boyfriend left you. The people who pick you up when you're walking in the rain 'cause you locked your keys in your car. The ones there to take the fall with you when you get cut from the basketball team 'cause your skinny little butt ain't got ups. 

Sometimes, I feel like a foul weather friend. I felt bad at first, feeling like I was only wanted because I dared to listen for one minute.  Only asked to hang out to fill the whole their girlfriend left in their hearts. But then I removed myself from the situation, looked down from higher ground, and realized I have it good. 

A foul weather friend is infinitely better than a fair weather friend in my mind. At least they care when it counts. So please, all you people moochin' off your "best friend"'s credit card...I hope you stick it out when the bill shows up.

Foul Weather Friends FOREVER! [FWFF?]

A shawty.

I'm so tired. You have NO idea.

Not just my mind, but my body too.

Where's a vacation? Maybe I'll just take a sick day. But then I'll fall behind. Run Zak Run, it's time for school.

Speaking of which, presented a project for English. People liked it. Why? Because it had a dirty part. I rhymed the word Duck with the word...Kiss...because I was in class. 

People like dirty things so much more than they like clever things...Why is that?

We are not the same.

I am a martian. 

Flat out lie. This is just turning into an angry blog, but whatever. 

Today, my peeve takes on a wonderful form. I'm not happy with different people. In humanites, we were discussing how we should accept disagreement and negative capability and such. Of course, EVERYONE agreed with this. Why wouldn't they, only an idiot would support censorship. Naturally, being the Devil's #1 lawyer, I advocated censorship.

OH NO!

Anyways, what if society got so wrapped up in allowing for disagreement that the only way to fulfill this disagreement was to disagree with free speech. Ooh, woah. That's even scarier than a world where everyone agrees. A world where everyone is SO agreeable that you have to be disagreeable to be different. 

I don't understand anything I just said.

Anyways, I prefer the world the way it is now. I think it's cool to be against censorship. It's actually just cool to be against things.

Down with everything!

People.

Screw you. I don't like people anymore.

Just kidding sorta. I love people. But GOD are they annoying sometimes. Like when someone listens to you without saying anything and you just think they're plain dumb. Or when someone bites someone else then flat out denies it. 

Actually. It's just lying children who run around undisciplined that annoy me. But I guess I'm at no place to say how to raise kids because I certainly haven't raised any yet. Talk to me in 20 years, and then I'll give you some tips. I can imagine they'll be something like this.

1. Don't play sudoku instead of watching your kids

2. Intercept the children before they cause your spouse to explode.

3. If you hit them when they don't answer you the first time, answer them the first time.

Basically, don't be a hypocrite. That part applies for all people, Children-Raisers and normal kind. Practice what you preach, and if you don't preach, stand up for yourself and practice what you preach after that. TRUTH is a bit more important than FEELINGS.

Hurkles, The Musical.

So, Today was the play's first rehearsal! I'm super psyched! We have a bunch of talented people in it, and that's always good. And they're all wonderfully spectacular people. I'm excited to work with them and see how it turns out. See, that's the thing about talent. If you group a lot of it together, it doesn't always mean that the final product will be a direct portrayal of that talent. 

With Great Talent, Comes Great Stubborn-ness. 

I guess if you spend your whole life being told how good you are, you start thinking you're the cat's pajama's. Which you clearly aren't. Yet another case of where sometimes praises can go too far. But I suppose everything can go too far if you aren't careful. That's what supervisor's are for. People say that they don't do any work. You know how hard it is to deal with 25 people who are all superstars and get them to work together on a giant vision. Only the artist knows what the final portrait looks like. 

Point: If this play sucks, it's because of bad management as opposed to talent. Well, here goes nothing.

WOW! It's been so long!

I've missed you! I've just been really busy what with the One Acts Plays and all. Good news, we're going to States! And I won an acting award, which is a bit bogus considering I'm a small role. "Zak Jenkins acting in the role of Juror #11." I don't even have a NAME! Whatever, that's life. Anyways, I just finished up the cast list for Hercules. Something tells me this play is gonna be really good if we get people to focus and get psyched up. But I'm about to pass out from exhaustion now...so...there is NO creativity falling from my fingertips. Just messy messy stuffs. If I practice enough I'll get better. Promise.

Mrs. Leclair. Seriously. Why you gotta be like that?

So today in English we received our Free-Writes back. We had watched a movie, then done a project illustrating a certain human quality as it relates to the movie. Then we were asked to free write a paragraph on this quality. I did indeed. A whole page actually. And receieved a zerpo. A big blue zero with the words, "Please Waste Someone Else's Time." Scrawled on it. Well dang. I know it was mostly stream of consciousness writing...but geez, people wrote 1-2 sentences and recieved check minuses. I didn't even get that much. So...hereafter follows my rant on equality. Much love to Sammie Hills and Nick Ganyeaux for being in my group and putting up with me. P.S. I'm not really sexist...but my display of blatant sexism probably aided my zero. So here it is.

We chose to illustrate the equality of death by having a painting of a painting of a...landscape. It's pretty. Pretty equal, that is. And our group is equal too, even though one of us is a girl. We're so beyond sexist ideals. I mean, seriously, it's the 21st century. Me and th other guy are really good at art, but we had the girl paint it to feel equal. Since she can't think of ideas, the males did the rest of the work. Our group won America's Best Dance Crew in -07. We're fly like that. Belieeeve it. Maybe I should start a blog. This is relaxing, to just write. Gives my subconscious a chance to be equal with the rest of myself, y'know? Our group invented the vacuum cleaner. Have I mentioned that we're equal? Who decided that an =D looked like a smiley face. Seriously, it's half of a math equation, and a really simple one too. Like...3rd grade math. d=D sometimes. Now he's wearing a baseball cap. Darn creativity. Equalities look like eyes. Same thing, right? This is not really addressing the prompt...is it?

Anyways... looking back on that piece...I probably deserved a zero. Well...actually. I deserved a 30. For effort, yeah?

A short one.

Yeah. I'm tired. Loooong day. I'm part of a play that's performing on Thursday and guess what? We aren't nearly as ready as we should be. But whatever, I'll just get it over with.

True Story: My brother is screaming on the couch because he was told to wait 10 minutes for ice cream. Ahhh the joys of childhood, where the one thing that makes you miserable is edible.

So....a much deeper/more relevant post tomorrow. Later.

Constistency In The Face Of Kindness

I feel like most people in the world strive to be not fake. You've got people smiling in the face of pain and such, and being nice to everyone, and all that fun stuff. But those same people turn around and trash talk that person they just hugged and whatever and cool, omg, she's a betch.

Personally, I've decided to remain consistent. No, I'm not going to stop trash talking people, I'm just gonna do it to their face too. Sure, it might be hazing, but I value truth over image. Yes ma'am, I think you smell funny and talk weird, and you're too clingy. Yes, I sometimes wear a pair of pants out of the laundry basket. Yes, sometimes I feel so emo I cry. Yes, sometimes I don't use shampoo in the shower. Nobody's perfect. I wear my flaws like an ugly hand-me-down sweater. I don't like it, but that's how it is. 

You aren't perfect either. So if I call you on your imperfections, it's only because perhaps you'll take the time to improve yourself. Perhaps you'll become a better person. Tears and Broken Hearts are excellent building blocks to build an interesting person.

In Short. I love you world. Don't let me down... And that dress makes your butt look bulbous.

I want to be a mill-uh-nare.

Just saw Slumdog Millionaire. Dang. That's a good movie. Laughed, flinched, and peed ALL over the movie seats. Weirdly enough, at lot of my friends didn't like it. Hm. This makes me think a little bit, really. I've come up with a few hypotheses as to why it's not gettin' so much love.

1. Wait What? Isn't This A Gangster Movie?

From what I'd heard about it, I thought it was a gangster movie too. That being said, I guess it did have some gangster-esque scenes, but for the most part, it was about as akin to Goodfellas as Mickey Mouse is to The Rats of Nimh. A little bit on the boring side of intense, as far as explosions and such go. Character Development? Pshaw. Shoot a guy in the head! That's quality entertainment.

2. Huh? What'd he just say?

I literally uttered that phrase dozens of times throughout the movie. Sorry if I'm crossing the race line for all you people living in denial, but Indian people have a heavy accent. And sometimes, when they something really intense, it just sounds downright hilarious. Shoot me. Of course, 1/8 of the dialogue was completely unintelligible to me. 5/8 had subtitles. So...yeah. Computer, afdkslj Cl fdasfdsaf Please.

3. Not enough sex. 

There was a kissing scene, that's it. I know Slumdog speaks of prostitution and stuff like that, but it was very prudent. I respect it for that. Shows that it don't need boobies to entertain the masses, it's got plot. I know, weird right?

Anyways, if you haven't seen it, go see it. If you have...Why you hatin'?

Daylight Savings Time, Cars that stink, and Children that Tease

Oh no! My mom just texted me and told me I was losing an hour of sleep tonight. Daaang. Looks like it's Daylight Savings Time. I know it only happens every 6 months but it seems like it's ALWAYS Daylighy Savings Time. Maybe there's something about biannual events that make them occur, well...more than biannually. Like the Dentists. You know you just got your teeth cleaned last week yet you're missing another lunch date with that cutie pie because you gotta go to the Dentist. Thanks for scheduling ALL of my appointments during my free time. Geez. Anyways, I don't care how much daylight I'm saving, I'm gonna be passed out on the couch missing it all. 

And my car will still stink. Don't cover up nasty smells with Old Spice. Just makes it worse. End of story.

And today, my 7 year old brother stole all of my 5 year old sisters toy's  and ran away with them. Jerk. My sister, having been raised by yours truly, hits him and gets her stuff back. Girl Power. Of course, my brother starts crying and tattles. Guess who gets sent to their room? My Sister! If someone is trying to rob you and you break their arm, you don't go to jail. Actually...If you just break someone's arm for kicks do you go to jail? I wonder what the charge is called. " Aggravated General Doucheness. 3rd Degree." Perhaps I'll ask my goverment teacher.  Point is, if you mess with my sister, you mess with her fists. And I'll be yelling encouragement to her. We're tight like that.

My Rant on the guidance office.

I honestly don't like our school's Guidance Office. Is that wrong of me? Well, I suppose it's kind of a love/hate kind of thing. See, the secretary on the left hates me. A lot. Maybe. But she's NEVER helpful, everytime I go I feel degraded by the tone of her voice and the way she speaks to me. Am I evil looking? Do I smell? Fangs maybe? Who knows. Well, today I walked into Guidance and she was busy, so I go to the secretary on the right, and guess what? She's busy too, but instead of shunning me, she turns to me and says, "Hey Zak, I'll just be a minute." Well dang. She knows my name. How 'bout that? Anyways, she ends up helping me TREMENDOUSLY. Wow. Good Person, right?

Are there a lot of good people out in the world? Or is it predominated by the jerks and angry people? Personally, I believe that for every bad person in the world, there are 3 genuinely nice and wonderful people. Consequently, I also believe that for every good person involved in a job that requires communication and helping people, there are 10 bad people doing that same job.

To suffice, Where Have All The Good People Gone? And Why Do Bad People Feel The Need To Take Their Places? Aren't We All Entitled To Our Daily Dose Of Good People?

A Quick Ten Minute Ramble.

So this is my Blog... Weird.

I was thinking about starting a diary the other day because I feel I have a lot to say, but being the vain, pampered person I am, I HAD to get other people to read it. There's really no point otherwise.

So here, I am, talking to a computer, poppin' down stuff as it falls out of my head.

So, open for business, is "Inkless Pens And The Words They Write."

I thought that was pretty clever...'cause y'know...pens...without ink...yeah. They don't write much, and it's kinda downplaying the importance of my thoughts.