The First Cut

Doing this is like entering a jungle, for me anyway.



I have no idea how to fully express myself in an accessible way for whatever audience may find itself gazing upon the essence of my brain.

But that comes as hardly a risk to me or even them who find curiosity into someones life undeniable.



So, with hopes of not rambling I venture out of my routine to attempt a little brain growth and maybe a few lessons in self expression. Unsure of my goals I can only hope this will help me find inspiration for the things I will ultimately find myself wanting to do.



And if this is the case then i will find myself thanking this little blog idea i have never given a second thought to. Lets hope I can make a good habit out of this. One to combat or even cross away one of my bad habits.



Let us begin,

Much like a diary I have planned this little bloggy to be somewhat of a candid short of my day, or whatever thought i feel important enough to share or even remember in future times. Forgive my bad spelling and inconsistencies with grammar.

I am new at this.

Alrighty, Today began like any other day. After a late night of watching Dexter, of which i am obsessed. I awoke with an urgency to produce at least a little something with this generous day off. Sunny and bright I began with some peanut butter waffles and a turkey pot pie. After a moment of indulging in some glorious HD Deadliest Catch, I decided to pamper my car a little bit.

Pops recently told me that the hose had been turned off. And after showing me how to turn it on I had decided to clean my car, or at least spray it off. It had accumulated a lot of dirt from the drive up the valley to Haydens cabin. It felt like a safari actually. After turning the little valve in the laundry room, in unfurled the oh so difficult hose wheel, and dragged it through the garage to where my car was parked in the middle of the driveway. I felt i had to park it perfectly halved between the two cement driveway squares. This is a prevailing ocd trait i still linger with from my youth. After a few sprays i went in for some Mt. Dew. The dogs, realizing i was spending time outside, decided they wanted to make my ears bleed. So after a torrent of sound waves in the form of once cute, now annoying barks. I allowed them outside while i continued my wash(spray). After a minute Pico and Spanky wimped out and wanted to go inside. I obliged and even though Roo would have went inside, I figured he needed some more outside time. I was right. While also spraying off some muddy shoes I had forgot about in my trunk from a very rainy camping trip, Roo found my hose spray to be quite refreshing. He would bite it and bite it. No matter how many times he couldn't get a hold of it. He was drenched. I figured I'd stop so he wouldn't get sick of it, that turned out to pay off. Letting him inside, I turned my attention to the inside of my car. Not so much how clean it was, but the fact that my stupid ipod cable had broken. And I was using a tv RCA jack instead. Having the third Yellow plug floating around the back of my stereo, seemed to cause a lot of heavy static and therefore my pod had been neglected the last few days. After disassembling my dash and removing the stereo, i got the idea to just remove the yellow cord from the equation. This ultimately cut the static out, but i found that the music would only play out of my left speaker. Again with the ocd, i was hell bent to fix this freakin cord. So i began to think, why did this have all 3 RCA jacks, but still fit the plug of an ipod. After this thought i took a peek at the plug itself. Usual headphone plugs have 2 layered pieces of copper, for the left and right earpieces, for separate music mixes to flow through. But this plug had 3. Examining more closely I found that removing the plug about a millimeter from the ipod while playing aligns the layers perfectly, producing perfect sound out of both speakers. This will work for now. And i gotta say, for all the work i put into it, and for a cable i found in my garage, i feel pretty damn proud to say i am rockin my pod again like i used to.



To cut things a little short on this outright ramble and eyesore of a post, i will now tell you the rest of the productivity of the day. I took roo on a good long walk, and met up with some friends, caught up on old times at dennys and consumed 4 or 5 cups of coffee, and at long last, finally decided to keep some record of my life, in the form of this blog. My apologies for the wasted minutes that were stolen from your life by this misfit outcast of a post. But i think this is just the rough little stone that fell into the stream. In time i will perfect this art into quick, concise, mouth size bites of expression. Of which at least one person will be addicted to, and that'd be me.



Jorskies.