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(no subject) [Jan. 8th, 2007|06:54 pm]
Josh Jarrett
I promise...


that, when the tumblers finally fall into place we'll look into each others eyes and it will be completly unexpected and strange and amazing.

Like buying a cordless power-drill and finding the instruction manual was written in iambic-pentameter.


much love,
Yosh
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(no subject) [Nov. 1st, 2006|06:02 pm]
Josh Jarrett
Friday. november 3rd. 7PM

F B H S
l r i c
o a g h
w n h o
e c o
r h l
y



(ehh.. that took longer than I thought it would)
call if you need directions.
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(no subject) [Oct. 17th, 2006|07:10 pm]
Josh Jarrett
have you ever been in a dream, where you goin along, doin whatever, and then all of a sudden you can't move? you're just paralyzed.



well, i get dreams like that. sometimes, randomly you know.



sometimes, when i want to be friends with someone, but feel intimidated or whatever by them. I get that way.



today someone whom i don't know real well, but fits that catagory, stopped on the side of the road to pick me up.



and i froze, i knew that they were doing something in an atempt at some sort of friendship or whatever. and i froze, i could hardly respond. I was barely able to choke out directions to my house or a thank you when it was over.



i saw them stop and i knew that that was whats going to happen.





"The next task is... impossible."





now i feel like an idiot.



why can't i be normal? like other people, who don't have trouble talking to people they don't know well.





i dont hate myself really... i know how to not do that.

or at least i know better than to try to pull an "i hate myself" with you guys.

i just feel ungrateful for the personality i've been sattled with. it sucks.







-yosh-
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(no subject) [Oct. 11th, 2006|09:47 pm]
Josh Jarrett
so I've thought....



Most of the time I give off a cold and unfriendly vibe. When really I'm very lonely. I don't mean to, I really don't. And, it seems, when I do speak. I'm not much heard. Possibly because of this. But, as a few of you know, it's not like this all the time.



"...he is very pleasent around his more intament aquantances..."

...

"I have not the talent of conversing easily with those I've never seen before."



Perhaps I'm more like Darcy than I first thought...

Too bad I geuss.



-yosh-
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(no subject) [Oct. 3rd, 2006|04:45 pm]
Josh Jarrett

What happens in Columbus Stays in Columbus. 


 

I geuss that means I can't write a blog about my weekend.
Eh.. I think I will anyway. Besides no matter how intelligent and elloquint Victor is, (he is by far more of that than I) you shall probably never get a proper discription of this city out of him. Too busy. (right now we are studying colonization terms) So it is left to me to talk about it. And I'm okay with that.

Yesterday night I saw the greatest sunset I think I've ever experienced. It is a neat feeling, this city. Not like a city. I feel like I'm on a big playground. Free to go where I please. The river is beautiful. In the day it reflects back the sky and in the night it looks like ink... or prune juice. But without the smell......yeah.

Anyway, there's this steeep hill right, and it has steepness about it. With slope and all. at first i thought i was looking at a ton of litter, then we realized that there was a good use for the bits of cardboard. We slid down the hill many thymes. ABout halfway thru the slide you realize that the cardboard square you are on has left you ten feet ago. ANd thats okay.

The factory, the two chimmineys rising out of the brick fortress and Ico-ing themselves over my line of sight. I wish to explore.

"Someday we will."

Okay, cool.

 

Okay, so, bloging and help your colledge friend study stupid words is not an easy multitask,("I'm hoping my teacher gets sick again.") so I shall bid you farewell.

 

Joshua,
Robert,
Jarrett,
Adair,
Yosh,
Yehoshu'a, and

the first half of Jovi

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(no subject) [Sep. 1st, 2006|07:04 pm]
Josh Jarrett
Sometimes I get this idea like i'm something out of a Bodicelli painting, some wistful angel who's just sitting around, waiting for God to do something.


eh.

I feel like I'm standing on the edge of the cliffs at Mt. Yonah, looking down but there no bottum and the wind is strong.

I feel like I'm seeing a clear picture of the reason people decide that God doesn't love them or that He's not real.


A really clear picture.


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I'm at my grandma's right now. We were talking about FullSail and how i wanna go there and its a good school.

My grandmother says to me(after I tell here about the $30,000 tuition) something she has ingrained in me sense I was a child:

"Joshua, the world is completly open to you. God made you really smart and you can do anything you'd like to do."

Well, for half a second my Mom (sitting where my grandmother can't see) had a look of horro than her contenance shifted to a particular set up that I'm having trouble naming, well, we'll say her face perfectly conveid the thought: "why are you putting that into his head?! don't you know thats untrue/impossible??"

Gah! my mom's afriad of money. She doesn't think she (or I) can do anything.



Well, I dont care Mom, your fear aren't going to control my life!

i AM going to FullSail and I AM getting my degree in Game Desighn and Developement and if the need presents itself I WILL move to Los Angelas.

and that would be kinda neat, you'd know someone in Cali....



like this:

"yeah, I'm goin out to California next month"
"wow.. that sounds expensive."
"no i gotta friend who lives there"
"really?! who?"
"my friend Josh Jarrett" (Yosh Yarrett perhaps?) "he's a video game maker type guy"
"OMG d00d! T3H J05H J4RR377??"
"huh?"
"Ah, sorry, i got over exited. Is that the Josh Jarrett? The director of _________?"
"Wow, you've heard of his game?"
"DUDE! _______ is like my favorite video game ever! Oh my God! You gotta take me with you! Josh Jarrett is my hero, I will give him all my money!"



...


And that, as Logan says, is exactly how it will happen.


Peace to you my brothers and sisters,
-josh
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(no subject) [Aug. 30th, 2006|11:48 am]
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(no subject) [Aug. 6th, 2006|08:20 pm]
Josh Jarrett
i'm standing in a strange green jungle.there are crickets and frogs and tasty snakes around me. a strong wind blows. my hair that need cutting (as my grandmother is quick to remind me of) is whipping around, there are ghosts here.your ghost, your ghost, and, yes, even yours too.


the wind is so storng it take the flesh off my bones and i take a step forwad onto the linolium.
about five hundred steps later i'm in a large room with 372 folding seats and a large black platform with a heavy red curtain.

im photosynthetic sometimes, so i'm going to walk after school, to my new job at the Goddard academy, to recharge


i suddenly wish i was in the desert, hey, who wants to go to Nevada?

one thing about video games, they nullify feeling, i geuss thats why i like them sometimes... whats the word? escapism... but, i gotta think.. what am i  escaping from? well, nothing. yeah, there it is, i'm trying to get away from the "nothing" in my life. why, my normal days are chocked full of nothing. my bones are vibrating and im holding my breath, so to speak...


i need to ride in a converatable with loud music and shouting and hot sun

i need to stand on the beach IN THE DAYTIME and the night

i need to stand  at the edge of the cliff and not be afraid

i need to hear loud music and feel my insides vibrate along with the beat

i need to get out more...

lets go! lets run and climb and scream and jump and laugh and fall and bruise and smile and bleed and drink clear water and point at the sky and stand on each overs shoulders and hang upside down and hide and seek and dig and get dirty and sweat and tumble and roll and run and flail our arms around and climb trees and catch our breath (oh, how long has it been sense i had to actually take time to catch my breath!)and be happy and exited about nothing at all.


what is that called?



i used to  know the  word for doing that... something from when i was little...



oh, yes.








Play.










 I want to go out and play.
Who's with me?
-Josh-
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(no subject) [Jul. 22nd, 2006|01:47 am]
Josh Jarrett
hey

you know what?

todays my birthday

and im happy


::josh::
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rant [Jul. 16th, 2006|01:49 pm]
Josh Jarrett
itsn't it funny what can touch our minds?

those little things we might think about during the day that can affect our dreams. sometimes something really bad will happen that day.

maybe the bad thing,
 that shattered sphere.


was the energy that caused it. but the little thoughts and little things that were apart from that bad thing. those are what really shaped the dream


it was quiet it was green and the bamboo shoots went high o'er the river
then it was all concrete and glass and burning sunlight and stickiness and glass and mold and fear and nausia
(and i wont tell you the end of the dream)

twisted dream
sick dream
i will not allow it to hurt me, to affect my veiws on two of my best friends in the world.

"Blessed are those who trust in the LORD and have made the LORD their hope and confidence."
I will make the Lord my confidense and I will be like the tree planted on the edge of the river.





















yeah, we change. we touch each others minds with our words, hand gestures, clothing, objects, eye movements



a smile a frown a stick a stone




no, i'm talking just about j00, k?

i am not going to put myself out there all allone like this:













        









    


                                              josh





























Oh my, i'm starting to rethink the Holy Spirit.
i (and im goin on what i read and experianced) am starting to think that the Holy Spirit isn'y like someone who goes out looking for people, but the connection of one human to the Father.

Like, when you pray, your praying to the Father and the Son is standing or kneeling or whatever beside you, praying with and for you and the spirit, (the spiritual presense of God in the hearts of men) is inside you helping you pray and directing your thoughts sort of, but in a way the doesn't take away your free will, cause you allow it. I think thats what is ment in the Bible when it says that so-and-so was "praying in the spirit".

And, all this happening with the three while those three entities are still one God


one and three

thats so beyond me.
(oi, ryhmes)


One more thing: I know i dont usually talk about theology and i honestly dont claim to understand everything or anything. heck, i dont really understand what i just said, i'm pretty sure that if i am right (and the technical stuff about God isn't usually explained very much in the bible) then this is still a very rough idea of things.

who knows?


i dont really know much about how things really work, but, i know i love God and what He does and his works and i know i get afraid sometimes and thats stupid and sometimes i get too angry at things and i sit behind my fridge and drink chocolat soymilk for comfort, but i know that what i want to do is put my trust in him because he is strong in my weakness and he can make me unyeilding to the terrors of this Earth.


Fathomless your endless mercy,

weight I could not lift.

Where do I fit in this puzzle,

what good are these gifts?

Not a martyr, or a saint,

scarcely can I struggle through.

All that I have ever wanted,

was to give my best to you.
Lord, search my heart,

create in me something clean.

Dandelions

you see flowers in these weeds.




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