A look into the life of Warren Davis

On the small chance that you still check in on this blog or have it in your rss... I'm moving. http://www.jasonhassig.com

I told myself I would not do it until I saw Andy do one... so why not join the crowd. (edit. weeks late at that. /shrugs)

1. I have a strange ability to make others around me feel as if I could do almost anything.

2. I pick up new hobbies and skills on whims.

3. I once told somebody within the first day of meeting them that I don't think we would be friends.

4. I was incredibly outgoing until about the age of 7, then I became very shy and slowly became less shy. Then about 3 years ago I mostly stopped caring and started saying whatever I felt like.

5. I love the movie Enchanted.

6. People tend to think that I lie a lot in reference to personal things, when in reality I'm telling the truth the majority of the time. I have one friend who can recognize the difference by the slight change of tone in my voice.

7. I'm an information hoarder. I want to know all I can about as much as I can (though #8 saves me from spending too much time on this). I like to understand everything, and it frustrates me beyond all measures when I can't understand something.

8. I have urges for perfection, overcome by apathy.

9. I've seen every episode of Hannah Montanna.

10. I always sleep with a fan running.

11. I almost always prefer texting to talking on the phone.

12. I want a tattoo but have yet to come up with anything I deem worthy of permanently putting on my body.

13. I've never been to an ikea.

14. I'm normally very quiet around new people. I'm not shy, you just learn more when you're not talking.

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16. I'm ridiculously self-analytical.

17. I intentionally chose to leave #15 blank.

18. I'll go out of my way to break rules. Especially if I consider them stupid.

19. I'm borderline egotistical, but at the same time think very low of myself.

20. I like to consider myself an artist, but at times I don't because most of what I create comes out of rationalism as opposed to creativity.

21. I once blurted out that I liked a girl, to her face... and the group of 15 other people that I was in the middle of addressing.

22. I take a lot of joy in shocking people or making them feel uncomfortable.

23. I never have any problems playing the devil's advocate.

24. I love movies, and not just in a general sense. I love the compilation of a good story, impaction music, and compelling images. I also tend to enjoy good movies more when I watch them alone and late at night when there are no distractions.

25. (I know I used several of these already, but I don't care) I'm very critical of everything I do, but I manage to cope with apathy. I also am incredibly self-analytical. And I am critical of everything around me, and expect others to use the same type of evaluation on me.

My eyes open and the light pours in like it's been waiting all it has been waiting all night to see my eyes again. I don't really care to look at the clock. I already know that the day started long ago without me. They days never wait on me anymore. Check my e-mail, turn on the tv, check the fridge. My heart drops a little as I realize there's not enough barbecue left to make a sandwich. Some chips and a root beer and it manages to pass for a meal. The rest of the house moves about running errands and being productive. I can already tell today will not be one of my more productive days. After a few texts and some time passing, a guest knocks and lets them self into the house. Now I have company to watch the time pass. Not to say that we did, but in regards to actual importance to our lives and to the world, we may as well have mounted a clock on the wall and watched the seconds tick away for the next few hours. The rest of the house eventually returns. I'm told being around people is healthly, but it strikes me as taxing the majority of the time. Only a few people fall exempt from this majority. I began to wonder what the evening held. It is Saturday afterall. But somehow I know what is coming. More people come. Dinner is served and there is even a cake in celebration for a birthday. Who decided cake was a celebration food. Odd how some decisions spread like a virus, infecting our culture never to be cured. Far to much to eat and I know feel at the sheer pinicle of laziness. With two friends on the couch, the lack of conversation is strangely lacking. The telvision flickers, taunting us with its hold. Dear lord, it's already after eleven. One friend departs and the other will not last much longer. Silence has settled over the house, urging me to end the day and let tomorrow come. I refuse. I will let tomorrow come when I am ready. Sadly my body tells my mind to take a backseat and let it come. I change and slide under the sheets. My eyes close and the darkness flows over, pushing the last remnats of light away.

The dvd slides into the slot. Take back movie: check. I get back in my car, put it back in gear, drive through the parking lot, and take a left. The roads are far less crowded at one in the morning. A normally busy road now lays serene as if it was built only for me. The car beeps, breaking the silent night air. My subconscious groans. I don't even have to look because already know the cause for the disturbance. The gas light is now glaring at me, mocking my procrastination. I should have put more gas in the tank yesterday. I silently calculate how many miles home and back to a gas station. I'm certain I could make it home tonight and just fill up tomorrow, but that kind of thinking got me where I am now. I drive a few more miles and pull into a station. There will not be any cheaper options between here and my house. The hose barely reaches, why do I never pull up far enough. The lights to the convenience store are all on, but I don't see a clerk. Oh well, I'll just get my gas and leave. The gas slowly fills the tank, far slower than normal. My bored mind imagines the man in the nearby car waiting for some sort of illegal exchange, and as if fate were reading my thoughts, another car pulled in right beside him. I looked the opposite direction as to not be any sort of witness. With the gas now pumping slower than ever I turn back around. The original man is now outside his car smoking and the other had entered the store. I guess I was wrong about it being closed. The gas pump clicks, jolting me out of my thoughts. I squeeze some more gas into the tank and close the lid. I now feel compelled to go inside the store. I have drinks at the house, I don't really feel like candy, and I really do not need any smokes either. Despite the lack of necessity I proceed to enter. Opening the door reveals a man making small talk with the clerk. The rack directly to me left has bags of candy, and suddenly candy does not sound like such a bad option. I gaze at them for a minute and opt to come back and choose after I have selected a drink. My eyes quickly locate the large cans of Arizona tea. The cans are big and only 99 cents, how could I not. Besides, I was told only two days ago that I simply must try the watermelon. What the hell, it's only 99 cents. My hands reach into the cooler and pull out a cold watermelon beverage. As I walk back to the candy rack the other customer finishes his small talk and leaves the store. I quickly choose a bag of gummy worms. I'm not certain why I am choosing those, but for some reason they sound very appealing. I grab the bag and make my way up to the counter. I walk slower than and normal person would and set my items down on the glass. As the clerk walks over to ring it up I start to wonder if I should make small talk. It would be so easy. There's a simple formula for small talk. But I simply do not feel like small talk, why waste the breaths. He rings up the two items and ask if that will be all. I gaze behind the counter pondering the answer to the question, but nothing begs for my attention so I respond positively. Slide the card, click accept and begin to walk away. Ugh, I did not sign. I just want to be back in my car. I leave the store and slowly walk back to my car, sizing up the other car leaving and wondering what they are up to so late on a Thursday. I look at my massive drink and candy. So much for going to bed early tonight. The key slides into the ignition. Fill up with gas: check. I put the car in gear, drive through the parking lot, and take a right.

I know it's not really a blog post for real... and while I've been missing writing, I just haven't felt like it. Anyway, felt like a new background for my desktop, and thought I'd share what I made.

Dear person with a 'private property' sign in your front yard,

I just wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude for you placing a small Private Property sign in your front yard. As I drive by on a main road, I can clearly see the small sign thanks to your excellent placement. You are far ahead of your neighbors who are all sign-less. Just last week I was scouting for picnic locations and thanks to your wonderful foresight I did not confuse your mediocre yard for a public location in which I could enjoy a peaceful Tuesday afternoon picnic.

Signed,
A thankful citizen

It has been quite a while since my last blog, and it is basically the same reasons as usual. I have a lot on my mind, but few that I really care to make widely available to anyone with access to the internet - which is certainly not an elite group these days. It is humerus to me how life progresses. Over the past 8 months I could not possibly count the number of times where I and even those around me have said, "I did not see this coming," (or something to the similar effect). We constantly make plans, goals, or at least have loose ideas and aspirations to what our future might hold. Some people are better at others at chasing down their goals and pouncing on opportunities, but in reality they generally cross great opportunities on no volition of their own. In the past 5 years I do not believe I have heard one person say, "This is exactly how I planned on it!"

meh. guess we'll just go with the flow.