Hey guys!

I just want to say that I am hardly on this account, but I do for check for messages. If you want to contact me, either send me a note or contact me via an instant messenger. Thanks.

I have a day off school tomorrow. That's good, because I'll need the three coming days to recover from what I have just heard. If you don't like serious journals, I advise you to stop reading now, as you're in for a one way trip.

As some of you may have know, as of August I have entered my sixth year of training martial arts. I train both Goju Ryu and Matayoshi Kobudo, and I have Shodan (1st degree black belt) rank in each. Martial arts has been the longest voluntary commitment that I have ever followed through with my life. My five years and so of training were very powerful into morphing myself to the person I am today. It is all because of a man named Peter Savoy.

Now, we all hate biographies, but Peter Savoy is without a moment of doubt the most significant man that I have ever met. He is the only man with a proper martial art in any respectable distance, and that is a fact that I have confirmed over the past five years. Not the smartest man in the world, he is in fact the perfect teacher. He has unearthly wisdom and forgotten knowledge, and passes down the morals on how to live a proper life. I admit it, I would have not come out to even as close of a respectable or disciplined person if it weren't for his strenuous training. I still gaze and wonder how he has pulled off what he has.

Now, the dojo which he has run for the past seventeen years, is closing. His body is failing him, attendance is lacking, we're losing a war of attrition. He has never made money off of the buisness, he has shown us black belts the accounting. He walks off with $200/month. I am not joking. The rest is saved to pay for rent over the slow summer months. Why does he persist? He loves the art. Yet, there has come the time that the person, and place that is the closest (albeit far off) to god and my church. And both of them are parting my life in a few short months, to go on with life.

I have never heard something so hurtful for as far as I can remember. He is right, and I mourn. His teaching and his training got me through five years of bullying. His teaching has made me the top student employee at work. His teaching has made me do my homework. His teaching has given me self-confidence. His teaching has turned me into a somebody. He took my life from the trash and turned me into a somebody.

I am at the verge of tears despite me never crying in the past five years of my life. This is major, and the last journal worthy thing I've had in months. I'm glad I have three days to just recover.

~Jacob

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Oh yes, here are thirty ways not to piss me off at work! [link]


Also, Bubble Dragon D&D Stats! [link]

Oh yes, here are thirty ways not to piss me off at work! [link]


Also, Bubble Dragon D&D Stats! [link]

According to a popular DA test, which I will spare you the details of (it's for the best, honestly), my overall value has been determined to be: $3550

Yay, I'm worth money apparently.

Now, I have multiple routes on which I could go with on this journal. If you are reading this, that you would generally imply that you're reading this to the end, or until you notice this journal goes down a page of solid text, either way I have won in some metaphorical way. HA!

Here are the routes I could take:
1. Rant about something in a Maddoxesque way, while claiming the humor is my own.
2. Rant about work, for I got LOTS of attention from the guide on how not to piss me off at work below.
3. Give a 5 paragraph summary of the last month of my life, full of irrelevant details even I don't care about.
4. Continue on with this list as you pray for a punchline.
5. Cram poetry down your throats, become emo and ask for sympathy then find mental reform and come up with a new motto on life every week, on which I fail to follow through as you see on next Tuesday's journal.
6. Summarize many of the above journal styles and how I despise them.
7. Still waiting for a punchline?
8. Then stop reading, you aren't reading my tone properly, and my humor is far offshot from yours.

As you can tell, I'm rather bitter. Or at least, I should probably create the illusion of that so I could gather sympathy despite the fact of me being a jerk. XD

OK, me being questionable aside, fun time. I recently got my hands on a copy of Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney. If you don't have a Nintendo DS, or a copy of said game prepare to be called a twat for being shallow enough to miss a true gem in video gaming. This is "teh shitz", and the game even includes a character who speaks in 1337. How could you ignore something so awesome. I'm going to list out of context many things the game includes:

1. Ruffled suits
2. Plot twists up the wazoo
3. Someone who is probably a hooker
4. A southerner
5. Recurring characters
6. A plot-line that doesn't suck

I could claim that commenting on such a game in a negative way would be against the law or something, but then you would see I'm blatantly stealing from the Zero Punctuation: Psychonauts presentation. If you don't know what Zero Punctuation is, start watching. That's an order!

Aside from me being as confusing as hell in exactly what my tone is, the truth is that I have nothing to say. I've been busy, and I spent three days beating Phoenix Wright. LEAVE ME BE!

Comment n' stuff. Please? XD

~Jacob

Note: Also, for those who did make it this far. I need CSS. If you make a nice journal layout for me, I'll give you a 3-month subby. Deal?

Oh yes, here are thirty ways not to piss me off at work! [link]


Also, Bubble Dragon D&D Stats! [link]