The Shockuation Room

Things that go blog in the night.

First off-

Me.

Hi!

Secondly-

Passive Aggressive.

Don’t be passive aggressive.

Don’t say no big deal and then the next day take it as it was a giant deal. That is not a very good trait to have.

Thirstly-

I don’t even remember what tangent I was on seeing I stopped mid-post to play hockey and read the end of a book I should have had read a long time ago. Great book by the way. Read SIRENS OF TITANS BY KURT VONNEGUT.

My goodness it’s snowed a lot since I looked out the window. I can see it now, children half asleep-half awake hoping for snow days. I love snow days too. I do not love staying up all night hoping for a snow day only for the snow day to NEVER COME! AHHHHH. I have Christmas music stuck in my head because of Rite Aid. They play some absolutely terribly wretched music on that radio. And yet, they randomly played Death Cab for Cutie!? Makes no sense to me.

War is over, if you want it.

I need to try to sleep.

Night.

I know that all of you have been salivating, waiting, watching, refreshing your preferred web browser to see the newest installment of my life and… sadly… you’ve all been disappointed for several days in a row. There is a variety of reasons.

1. I have felt like absolute death since Wednesday morning. This has me currently speaking with no voice, in pain to swallow, fever that comes and goes. And that’s after like four days. great times.

2. Google disabled my adsense account and that really pissed me off. They said I have “invalid click.” Their explanation makes no sense. So that upset me. I appealed, but it takes them two weeks to check emails I guess.

Anyway,

I haven’t really felt up to writing because I have been sleeping and working at Rite Aid and that’s really about it.

Today

I woke up at 7. WAS SO TIRED. Got dressed.

I had the idea to go to Mcdonald’s and get some breakfast. However, I took my sweet time getting ready because I was fricking tired, and felt like fricking crap. So, I pulled into Mcdonalds at about 7:38. I ordered a bacon egg bagel meal without WITHOUT breakfast sauce. I had to do this with my door open, as my window decided to be completely frozen shut. I had to do this with my voice dead and pain in speaking. I had to do all of this in by the time I got to Rite Aid, my hashbrown was gone and still, no one was at work, I don’t have a key. So I decided to eat. I pull out the sandwich to find………… A STEAK AND EGG BAGEL! HEY MY STEAK AND EGGS! I wouldn’t mind this sandwich, but I’ve cooked them before, in my time of McDonald’s land fun and basically it’s an onion steak. So. I threw the sandwich back in the bag and sat there.

Work was like this.

7:45 a.m.

Freezing.

7:50

Putting ads in the newspapers of the papers that got delivered there. I guess that I do the papers job too?

8:15-3:05

Walking around the store putting sale stickers all over everything. This is like my third day. I know where nothing in that store is unless I have bought that product or something like that product before. This was fun. Here is an example of the description.

Men’s/Women’s
Long Sleeve Print Tee.

Yup… I will just run that right over to the clothes section………. OH WAIT… It’s a rite aid.

Also, I talked to a guy that needed stool softener…. REAL BAD. I asked with my barely able to speak voice “Is there a specific brand you would like?” He said “One that works and works good and quick!” I hung out trying to find a good one for him for about another 5 minutes and every little noise or comment he made I tried my hardest not to laugh as all I could think about is how constipated that guy was.

My brain hurts.

Night

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MONDKAE!

Hello everyone,

This story has to do with me. Can you believe it, me, writing about, me!? I can! Wow!

I got up today and made a deal with my gf and a bunch of my friends not to drink for 59 days. Then I brushed my teeth. I waited a little bit to shower. I then showered. I then played hockey on xbox live with Kevin for a while. I then stopped and got ready to go to Rite Aid. Dress code stipulates that the male employees have to wear a shirt and tie. For those of you who didn’t know, I am not a big fan of tucking in my shirt, let’s not even say I’m the slightest fan of it. But I did it. And have to.

The first thing I have to say about working at Rite Aid is that I never in my life knew that had as many products as they have. Holy hell. Not only are there the normal products, but then you have the Rite Aid version of them. And things just get out of control from they, eventually it trickles down to the Justin Marshall version of products. And after that, the death version of products, by merely holding the product in your hand for eight or more seconds, instant death arises.

Half way through my shift a giant crab man walked in. He wanted us all dead. We kindly declined the offer and he left.

3/4 way through my shift, I took a 15 minute break.

4/4 way through my shift. I left.

4/4=1

Justin= can’t stop watching South Park, and really doesn’t have a problem with it.

😀

Yours,

Janet D. Academia Normandy Bed Nomad

Today, today.

Slightly depressing in a way.

Tomorrow, tomorrow.

I start a new job-o.

Currently without a car.
Because one of my tires is sub-par.

At least my job is not far.
And there are cookies in the jar.

Anyway.

My day went like this. Woke up, fell out of bed…. Wait, that’s a Beatles song.

Damn, having a hard time with this writing thing. I felt sorry for myself the majority of the day. Finally, someone came and pumped up my tire, I then took it to the shop to be looked at. I will not have a vehicle for the rest of the day today and probably most of tomorrow. I also don’t have much in the way of money, which is why I got this new job. The new job in which I wasn’t given the time I should be to work tomorrow. I will show up at 3:00, see what happens. That’s my guess of when they wanted me. It’s truck day, so I imagine that I will be unloading things and making piles and putting things away in their proper position. I will have no clue where their proper position will be. I will try my best.

“WIN THEM OVER, BRING THEM BACK.”

I will do my best to do just that.

Yours In Life,

Justin

PLEASE COMMENT MORE PEOPLE! I would love to hear your input or read your input. You pick.

Thank you all for caring about me.

I know that I screw up more than any one human being should and for all of you that give me another chance I want to thank you.

Life is full of different forks in the road and whatever way you chose you must live with the consequences that are at the end of that path. You see these metaphoric forks in the road many, many times a day. You must live with it everyday.

I have chosen odd forks and some have been the right and some have been wrong.

To everyone that decided to stick with me and help me climb back up when I fall off the cliff that was at the end of the path. Thank you very much.

I love you,

Justin

My life as a Justin A Marshall includes so many damn things… Things so fucking pointless that it really wouldn’t matter what I say.

Are you intrigued yet?!

I thought you wouldn’t be and that’s exactly why I decided to keep typing!

So… Today, which is Sunday, I slept. Sleeping is good. For everyone that says it isn’t they are just full of jealousy, I mean come on, many of the best animals sleep all winter long. Seriously, bears, bears!

Have you ever typed with your eyes close?
I have, and am doing so as I do continue to type. singing, this will be the day I type.

This will be the day that I type.

Good! Because I hope you’re not waiting for me.

This fills up a hole…………. but it just grows somewhere instead.

Anyway, I went and saw the Blindside me Felicia and her brother. It was full of sappy goodness and predictability. Mainly, because my brother had read me the plot line before hand. That was before I thought I was actually going to go.

Short post, but puck it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niIcxMuORco&feature=related

Hello Friends,

I wanted to write a little bit about today. And a little bit about xbox live and the idiots, the hardasses and 12 year olds that love it. Oh and the Justin’s that do too. Anyway, I was playing a game a little bit ago with random people because I couldn’t get my friends Jason Stieler and Kevin Keys to play with me. We have our own club and are pretty great at the game.

Getting down to brass tax… I was playing with a team that just wasn’t playing well together at all. And this one guy said “Is anyone out there?” to which I replied “Yes, I am here, I play left wing. He then cried out “I need to speak to the center!” And I was like “Well, obviously he is not going to talk to you right now, so back off a little.”

Later in the game he said “Left wing you suck.” That left wing just happened to be me, I said “Why do I suck?” and then out of no where that center that had so desired by a man and mister invisible for the remainder of the game decided to make an appearance and say “FUCK YOU! WHY DO YOU WHAT TO KNOW WHO I AM?” The person responded saying “Oh, well I wanted you to join my club!” and the center responded by saying “Why the fuck would I want to join your stupid fucking gay ass club you mother fucking fag. Why the fuck would you say shit about the left wing, he was the only one playing decent hockey at all.”

At that point I stopped talking completely..

It continued like this……..”Why the fuck don’t you play me!? I am number 70 in the world, I will make you quit within the first five minutes of the game.”

At that point I could not stop laughing.

This went on for fifteen minutes.

I loved it.

Anyway….

You silly friends….

This is how the day went from there and in any other way to construe it.

The guy that initiated the conversation ended up dying from a great white shark bite to the head. Sad.

Then my gf came over. I love her. She is nice. She got tired.

But what is a mystery is as clear as a Timothy Leary. OH How does it feel?

You acid freaks…

Gosh stop trying to read into it to much…..

Oh.. I heard about this…

Grass blades. Mmmm insects, and bugs are a friends of that, but not so much of a cat. Cats want ’em dead. Oh! Sleep well Sunday morning slugs, they sleep better than you or me or me or your gf or your bf could dream of it. They just slither and that has to feel well, they don’t even need to try. it’s just the truth and that’s the deal, they just let it happen, but they will send you many clues. Just don’t make them sad

Justin

*The writer is not responsible for anything that has been said*

First and foremost…

Hi, and hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.

Secondly…

I hope everyone made it through black Friday if they went shopping because, you could get trampled. Which I have heard is not pleasant! Hopefully, you got some great deals! Did anyone buy me a present?! COME ON!

Thirdly….

That’s a word and while I was typing it I didn’t think it was going to be, but after thinking about it longer, it certainly is! Anyway, how is everyone feeling this fine night? I am feeling full…… still. That could be because I have had Thanksgiving dinners in two consecutive days.

Both were very good.

On that topic,

The first was with her dad, brother, aunt, uncle, and cousins in Marine City. They had a nice house and they served a variety of taste treats and drinks. Deep fried turkey had to be the highlight of the night. After the meal there was heavy sleepage and there was a small Madden 10 tournament in which I won. HOLLA AT YA! (Clarification would have to state that there was only three people playing.)

The second was with my Felicia’s dad, his gf, her kids and grandchildren. After the meal we came back to Felicia’s dad’s condominium and hung out. After about an hour or so his gf’s grandchildren came with her back from their dinner. They both were basically asleep when they got there, but within about 8 minutes they both were fucking WIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They got there about 8:30 and for about two straight hours they were constant motion. They only started to slow down when Felicia said “Santa starts to watch children on Thanksgiving night for Christmas and if they aren’t good on that night then he gets them less presents.” They didn’t buy that right away, but after a couple of reminders and then her saying “Santa will call me soon.” And then my calling, pretending to be Santa… Things started to settle down.

On to today and the dinner that I consumed. I woke up randomly at 5:00 a.m. no one was awake, I used the bathroom, squinting the entire time. I was nearly asleep by the time my body hit the bed again… that very instance Felicia woke up and said “My throat is so dry, I’m so thirsty can you get me some water.” After some sighing, I got it and was on my way back to sleep. I was re-awaken at 7:00 and continuously awaken after that every 20 minutes. Finally, Felicia and I decided that we should just get the hell up.

Further in the day…

I watched a portion of the Seinfeld marathon on TBS and really enjoyed that. There were periodic breaks in the watching when the children would go into freak out mode and we would have to find some random cartoon or kid show to have them watch for a while… I think the two of them had a combined attention span of 8…………. 8 seconds.

I guess I will have to sum this up more quickly than imagined. Felicia, just informed me that people to like to read long blogs.

Anyway,

This is how the day went on. (I know that I have said that at least 3 times, probably more)

Gf’s dad’s gf had her family over… Well, those who would choose to attend. Those that would come were the girls that were already there, then two of her daughters then the father of the two grandkids that were there came. We ate, I don’t think I ate that much, but damn it was good! Great potatoes. Great turkey, great gravy, great bread!!! GREAT BREAD!!!!

Felicia’s dad is great. Felicia thinks that I am similar. I can see that for sure.

Night

*The writer is not responsible for anything that has been said*

So.

Out of the blue my grandpa starts telling me a story of the last couple nights.

Here is the back story you will need to have to fully understand what I’m talking about. He has sleep apnea. Sleep apnea is while you’re sleeping you periodically stop breathing. There is a machine that continuously blows air through a mask that you wear while you sleep to help you continue to breath when you have an episode of not breathing when you sleep.

The point of this story is that my grandpa told me this…..

Jerry: “I don’t know if I’m having a dream when I do it or what the hell is going on. Either way the last two nights I have woken up and my machine has been ripped to shreds. It has been taken apart into as many pieces as it can possibly get to. Last night I woke up while I was doing it and said to myself, you damn fool what are you doing?! Two nights ago I woke up and my hose was under my chair and my mask was no where to be found, I had to have Jane crawl on her hands and knees for ten minutes before she finally found that thing.”

Justin: “Why are you doing that?”

Jerry: “Hell if I know! Maybe I think it’s my enemy.”