tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34379782011-08-15T16:19:18.784-04:00It's back to being all about me...so enjoy it.-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1092175153016341552004-08-10T17:57:00.000-04:002004-08-10T17:59:13.016-04:00

You hold me inside your iris like a terminal stain on life You condescend to my primal brain and twist me around like a knife Can't begin to explain The feelings I have restrained Don't ask me how I am Because you're too busy planning your epitaph Let me tell you DON'T - try to be the ONE - person Who has STAYED - just to say They never left me! Aggravated, complicated, someone say it God, I

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1091423103443635112004-08-02T01:01:00.000-04:002004-08-02T01:05:03.443-04:00

Song reference: "A Point In Time" - Onesidezero Shitty weekend, really. Well, there was some good in it. I got the two action figures I was looking for in Randy Orton & Batista, and now I'm just taking in the last little bit of the weekend. Chele and I had a nice one, even if there was some small arguing. Oh well...not much for me to add, since the principle cast knows the deal. Lata.

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Song reference: Gary Jules - "Mad World" Fighting didn't stop after I blogged last night. An argument with Chele made it worse. I had to force down dinner. My stomach is still twisted in knots, and nobody's talking to me today. I was hoping I could've gone into work today, so I could've faked a smile long enough for me to believe it, you know? If you believe something long enough, it no

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1090442983567573502004-07-21T16:29:00.000-04:002004-07-21T16:49:43.566-04:00

Song Reference: "Finding Myself" - Smile Empty Soul If you could sum up my life in one word, it would be "fight". My life just hasn't been a fight as I've struggled to gain independence, my own posessions, or a little bit of happiness, but it seems that once a day, I get into a verbal spat with someone I know. I hate fighting. I've been duking it out with way too many people. Since the

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1090354019912840822004-07-20T15:51:00.000-04:002004-07-20T16:09:27.310-04:00

Song Reference: "So Cold" - Breaking Benjamin So I finally catch up with my old friend Angie (not Angie from my Yahoo groups), and her and I start talking about personal shit. I know it sounds difficult, but after everything said and done involving her as of late, I don't know if I can trust her. To be honest, I'm just starting to rebuild trust with a lot of people I know, all things

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1090248178396637312004-07-19T10:36:00.000-04:002004-07-19T10:42:58.396-04:00

Song Reference: Trapt - "Enigma" Mornin'. So it was a rough week, to be honest. I worked Tuesday-Saturday, most of it feeling like hell. Sunday is my typical off day, but it felt like my body was really chugging along most of it. I don't know why. Sundays drag and make my body feel like shit. Today's a nice little makeup day, and it should continue until Thursday at the earliest, Friday at

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-109010232785306822004-07-17T18:10:00.000-04:002004-07-17T18:12:59.673-04:00

Good. You know your music. You should be able to work at Championship Vinyl with Rob, Dick and Barry Do You Know Your Music (Sorry MTV Generation I Doubt You Can Handle This One) brought to you by

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1089944961473016402004-07-15T23:19:00.000-04:002004-07-15T22:31:03.243-04:00

Hey guys...   Meh...I don't update as much as I used to.  I guess it's a lack of anything real to talk about anymore.  My life has become such a bore since I moved to Virginia Beach.  I'm kind of convinced that nobody likes me at my job, and it bugs me, because I'm a nice guy...at least I hope.   My paranoia is in high gear lately.  I can't prove I'm paranoid, it's just self-diagnosed.  I got

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It's my day off of work, and I'm home alone bored. Well, I guess I'm really not THAT alone. My mother in law is in her room sleeping. Then again, she's not really one for conversation at the moment. Anyways, to amuse my interests, I offer you this. 1. Who are you? 2. Are we friends? 3. When and how did we meet? 4. How have I affected you? 5. What do you think of me? 6. What's the fondest

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You know... I try apologizing...I try making it right, and nothing seems to work. I get yelled at for jotting my feelings down here. So why won't you tell me what to do? I want to end it, and you ignore me. You blow me off the whole day, and then you leave me feeling like garbage for not only hurting your feelings, but then you make me feel guilty for wanting something from you. You tell me

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1085679676800974302004-05-27T13:38:00.000-04:002004-05-27T13:41:16.800-04:00

I don't understand. It doesn't matter what you do for your friends sometimes, it just seems like they don't give a damn about it. It doesn't matter how much you bend over backwards, piss off people that are even closer to you than they are, or give them. It's just like you're a fucking afterthought when it comes to them. How come you can't just fucking come clean when you don't want to keep a

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1085078491313522632004-05-20T14:41:00.000-04:002004-05-20T14:41:31.313-04:00

Don't you hate it when people promise you crap and they don't come through for you?

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I went to sleep last night wondering how I'd feel If I woke up tomorrow and you were almost healed. If you could use your hands, what would you use them for? Would it be to strangle me? Because you just can't... Hold down, why don't you just be the wave that washes over me? Hold down, why can't I just be the one that carries all of you? And I can see it in your eyes. I'll rest my head tonight,

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1077374272033715002004-02-21T09:37:00.000-05:002004-02-21T09:39:49.750-05:00

There's a place off Ocean Avenue Where I used to sit and talk with you We were both 16 and it felt so right Sleeping all day, staying up all night Staying up all night There's a place on the corner of Cherry Street We would walk on the beach in our bare feet We were both 18 and it felt so right Sleeping all day, staying up all night Staying up all night If I could find you now things would get

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As years go by I race the clock with you But if you died right now You know that I'd die to I'd die too You remind me of the times When I knew who I was (I was) But still the second hand will catch us Like it always does We'll make the same mistakes I’ll take the fall for you I hope you need this now Cause I know I still do Until the day I die (Until the day I die) I'll spill my heart for

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1069104409062899652003-11-17T16:26:00.000-05:002003-11-17T16:27:11.873-05:00

Hi. I know it's been a while since I've written in here, and I couldn't help a lot of that. A lot of it stems from Chele's mom and us not being able to afford to keep the internet. After that, we had a hell of a time with Hurricane Isabel, so what happened? We moved back to Chicago. I think I made a mistake on that. Don't get me wrong. It's nice that I'm working again, and it's nice to be

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Enjoy finding out aboot me. I'm strange. DisorderRatingParanoid:HighSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:HighAntisocial:ModerateBorderline:LowHistrionic:HighNarcissistic:ModerateAvoidant:HighDependent:HighObsessive-Compulsive:Low-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1062100565653721382003-08-28T15:56:00.000-04:002003-08-28T15:56:05.506-04:00

Alrighty...anyways...today is a special one. With Chele's birthday, and her not being somewhat pleased with me today after a fabulous week, I wanted to remind her how important she is to me. see me hanging 'round this darkness where i'm bound and this black hole you've dug for me silently within, with hands touching skin shock breaks my disease and i can breathe... and all of your weight all

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1061841015081675852003-08-25T15:50:00.000-04:002003-08-25T15:50:15.003-04:00

Yeah...according to most, I don't edit that often...and on top of that, I have too many lyrics. To that, I say bah. Music is what drives us...it's what makes us able to express our feelings. Dig that. With that in mind, here's today's little snippet. I'm annoyed and angry...and missing someone. Pale angel go away Come again some other day The devil has my ear today I'll never hear of what

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1060399968194814002003-08-08T23:32:00.000-04:002003-08-08T23:32:48.133-04:00

Just a quick inside note to a friend. You know who you are, and I know you know the literal meaning. However, this is for you to interpret your own way. ...and the road becomes my bride I have stripped of all but pride so in her I do confide and she keeps me satisfied gives me all I need ...and with dust in throat I crave only knowledge will I save to the game you stay a slave rover wanderer

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1059543743927233272003-07-30T01:42:00.000-04:002003-07-30T01:42:23.863-04:00

Hey Michele...I know I've been bad about updating...and telling you when I update, but this is for you. I love you so much, and thank you for being so loving and supportive, even when I think I'm failing you. This song is 'I Love You Anyways' by Travis. You were on my mind Inside the cinema You looked so beautiful I almost had to go And when I got outside I thought of you again I think you

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-1058287551827713882003-07-15T12:45:00.000-04:002003-07-15T12:45:51.863-04:00

I never hesitate Because I’m too good for that I never show restraint Because there is no need for that I know everyone I’ve been everywhere I know everything Because I’m everybody We came to take control We came to sell you freedom We came to burn you down We came to brainwash children And it’s not our fault It’s just your own new suicide Where we belong There’s no one to hurt It’s

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-947838972003-05-23T09:17:00.000-04:002003-05-23T09:17:28.543-04:00

I force myself through another day Can’t explain the way today just fell apart like everything Right in my face And I try to be the one I can't accept this all because of you I've had to walk away From everything I'm afraid to be alone Afraid you'll leave me when I'm gone I'm afraid to come back home Another sleepless night again Hotel rooms my only friend And friends like that just

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-945890872003-05-19T13:17:00.000-04:002003-05-19T13:17:10.456-04:00

Reveal to me the mysteries Can you tell me what it means? Explain these motions and metaphors Unlock these secrets in me Describe your vision, the meaning is missing Won't anybody listen? Define the riddles of my mind Nothing is strictly what it seems Dreaming of Zion, Awake Sleeping Awake Dreaming of Zion, Awake Can't stop Sleeping Awake Do you see what I see? And can you hear

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-938261942003-05-05T18:17:00.000-04:002003-05-05T18:17:30.720-04:00

There's a game life plays makes you think you're everything they ever said you were Like to take some time Clear away everything I've planned [Chorus] Was it life I've betrayed for the shape that I'm in It's not hard to fail it's not easy to win did I drink too much could I dissapear and there's nothing that's left but wasted tears There's nothing left but wasted years If I could

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-931269402003-04-23T14:28:00.000-04:002003-04-24T19:35:09.000-04:00

You got questions, I got answers. It's been a little over a month since I last wrote in this, and a lot of the time (including now) has me in Virginia Beach. I'm here visiting Michele's family, and trying not to feel like the odd person out. Don't get me wrong, her nephew thinks I'm cool, but hey...it doesn't make me feel any more wanted. I get the feeling every time I'm near her sister or

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-911049472003-03-20T23:52:00.000-05:002003-03-20T23:52:09.826-05:00

You know...I started thinking recently. I don't write in this enough. Maybe it's a lack of something real to say to come out of my own lips. Why? Because for all intensive purposes, music says the things I could never say. Lucky me, eh? So anyways, it's six days until hell day, and I'm all stuffed up with a fever. A fever of 98. Wait...that's normal, right? No it's not...not for me. The

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-908860722003-03-17T19:04:00.000-05:002003-03-17T19:04:53.373-05:00

hold on to me love you know i can't stay long all i wanted to say was i love you and i'm not afraid can you hear me? can you feel me in your arms? holding my last breath safe inside myself are all my thoughts of you sweet raptured light it ends here tonight i'll miss the winter a world of fragile things look for me in the white forest hiding in a hollow tree (come find me) i know you hear me i

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-905043462003-03-11T00:29:00.000-05:002003-03-11T00:29:23.216-05:00

Today, I think we had the first real argument. After all of it, after all the crying and the comforting...I'm not mad anymore. If anything, I love Michele more than I did to begin with You see, I love her so much, that I'd rather us get frustrated than hold it in. That, and I know that she loves and forgives me. That's what's important to me. It makes me so happy to have her in my life.

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I still remember the world From the eyes of a child Slowly those feelings Were clouded by what I know now Where has my heart gone An uneven trade for the real world I want to go back to Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all I still remember the sun Always warm on my back Somehow it seems colder now Where has my heart gone Trapped in the eyes of a stranger I want to go back to

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-898089802003-02-26T20:43:00.000-05:002003-02-26T20:43:07.576-05:00

Am I the only one that feels alone Though, all is home Emotions flow Am I the only one that hears the tears run down my face Would anybody recognize at all Cause I know I'm so slow But I'm tryin And I'm still dyin to know Say you won't leave for the rest of my Life's the only thing that deals the pain Like pouring rain Breeding hate And I don't wanna do no wrong My God, it's been

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-897428792003-02-25T19:20:00.000-05:002003-02-25T19:20:12.950-05:00

With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again... With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin And as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you needed it more Well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more... Get the fuck out, stay the fuck out It makes me sick (I'm alright) Slit wrist theory, stains us all... Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-888390592003-02-10T02:35:00.000-05:002003-02-10T02:35:30.940-05:00

Well...the last time you found me, I was in Rolling Meadows...the city I've been in since I was 5. Now I'm in Lodi, New Jersey. No, this isn't a vacation. No, I'm not kidding. No, I'm not going home. I didn't run there. I came here on my own, and I'm going to take my chances here. I'm happy, and I'm glad to know that my girl's with me. I love you, Chele. And Brian? Tom? Take care...I

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-884804722003-02-03T12:26:00.000-05:002003-02-03T12:26:12.133-05:00

you light me up and then I fall for you you lay me down and then I call for you stumbling on reasons that are far and few I'd let it all come down and then some for you pretty baby don't you leave me I have been saving smiles for you pretty baby why can't you see you're the one that I belong to I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm for you're the sun that breaks the storm I'll be alright and

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-882852602003-01-30T15:31:00.000-05:002003-01-30T15:31:12.556-05:00

Why I love my Fiancee... By Jonathan Collins (or Jonathan McMahon...your choice.) For many years in my life, I was an outcast. I didn't have many friends...I didn't really have the love in my family...so I certainly didn't feel it from inside. When I learned to love myself, my heart got broken by several people. Then one day, she blindsided me. Her sense of humour, her smiles, and the way

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-882212352003-01-29T14:29:00.000-05:002003-01-29T14:29:45.796-05:00

How can you see into my eyes like open doors. Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb. Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home. (Wake me up. Wake me up inside. I can't wake up. Wake me up inside. Save me. Call my name and save me from the dark. Wake me up. Bid my blood to run. I can't wake up. Before I come

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-879787292003-01-24T17:22:00.000-05:002003-01-24T17:22:54.510-05:00

I know what darkness means and the void you left for me The isolation stings so thick it wants to bleed The echoes in my brain of all the things you said to me You took my everything Now I'm coming for you! I won't back down I will not bow I've come to bring you hell I can't forgive the things you did I've come to bring you hell The shadows that you see in the places that sleep Are memories of

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-878052152003-01-21T17:28:00.000-05:002003-01-21T17:28:56.456-05:00

Finally I figured out But it took a long, long time But now there’s a turnabout Maybe ‘cause I’m trying There’s been times, I’m so confused All my roads, They lead to you I just can’t turn and walk away It’s hard to say what it is I see in you Wonder if I’ll always be with you But words can’t say, And I can’t do Enough to prove, It’s all for you I thought I’d seen it all ‘Cause it’s been a

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-874424282003-01-14T18:29:00.000-05:002003-01-14T18:29:11.583-05:00

To the anonymous posters (including the one who hid behind Michele's name. How do I know? She was with me the entire day you posted your comment.), I wish you'd have the bravery to come forward...but for now, I drop a message to my fiancee...to the girl I love so very much. I'm standing on a bridge I'm waiting in the dark I thought that you'd be here by now There's nothing but the rain No

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-861785622002-12-17T14:12:00.000-05:002002-12-17T14:12:06.506-05:00

I wanted to make things happier around here...so this is for you, Mich. I used it once, but on someone who didn't deserve it. Someone who didn't honestly feel the way I did. And now I want you to have something I gave them...because you've shown me that you do deserve it. this vacation's useless these white pills aren't kind i've given a lot of thought on this 13-hour drive i missed the

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-859617482002-12-13T15:54:00.000-05:002002-12-13T15:54:33.360-05:00

I didn't want to add more to today...but only on Friday the 13th would I have a day like this. This is my way of saying goodbye to someone. I posted it before, and I'll post it again. I'm doing this to say goodbye. To bury this chapter of my life that started July 7th of this year. To the one person who broke me away from Vickey, thank you. However, to the cowardly acts that followed, I

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-859545512002-12-13T12:53:00.000-05:002002-12-13T12:53:51.533-05:00

Pants. Porn. Snapple. Michele. What do they all have in common? They make me smile. Mostly Michele, but the other three ain't so bad. I love you, Mich...mighty Queen of Cruiserweights!

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Your love is better than ice cream better than anything else that I've tried and your love is better than ice cream everyone here know how to fight and it's a long way down it's a long way down it's a long way down to the place where we started from Your love is better than chocolate better than anything else that I've tried oh love is better than chocolate everyone here knows how to cry it's a

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-855623702002-12-05T18:32:00.000-05:002002-12-05T18:32:50.306-05:00

This is for you, Michele...I cannot tell you what you've done for me in such a short time... Come stop your crying It will be alright Just take my hand Hold it tight I will protect you from all around you I will be here Don't you cry For one so small, you seem so strong My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm This bond between us can't be broken I will be here Don't you cry Cause you'll

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-850744572002-11-25T16:57:00.000-05:002002-11-25T16:57:53.210-05:00

It's down to this I've got to make this life make sense Can anyone do what I've done I missed life I missed the colours of the world Can anyone go where I am 'Cause now again I've found myself So far down, away from the sun That shines into the darkest place I'm so far down, away from the sun again Away from the sun again I'm over this I'm tired of living in the dark Can anyone see

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-847166342002-11-18T13:14:00.000-05:002002-11-18T13:14:58.633-05:00

I tried to smile over the weekend, and it worked. Friday night, I was with Austin, Maggy, Vince, and Lizz. It was nice. Life had begun to pick up. I even spent the weekend over at Maggy and Vince's. It was good times all around. I got home Sunday Afternoon and I was fine...then she called me. I don't know anymore...I give up...I honestly do. I force myself through another day Can’t

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-844792652002-11-13T12:13:00.000-05:002002-11-13T12:13:25.276-05:00

Hey guys... This is for some friends that I think I've hurt in the past few weeks with my own lack of belief. I've lost faith in myself, and I know it hurts you. Stranger than your sympathy This is my apology I'm killing myself from the inside out And all my fears have pushed you out I wish for things that I don't need All I wanted And what I chase won't set me free All I wanted And I get

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-843757652002-11-11T14:33:00.000-05:002002-11-11T14:33:16.816-05:00

Read me the letter, baby, do not leave out the words. Stories and cigarettes ruined lives of lesser girls, and I wanna know, ‘cos I want you to know, and it’s a strange condition, a day in prison, it’s got me out of my head and I don’t know what I came for. Send me the money, baby, do not leave out the wage. You know you’re the best thing ever to come out of this place, hey I want you

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-842416572002-11-08T13:36:00.000-05:002002-11-08T13:36:16.696-05:00

I think this person knows it's for them. on my way up north up on the ventura i pulled back the hood and i was talking to you and i knew then it would be a life long thing but i didn't know that we we could break a silver lining and i'm so sad like a good book i can't put this day back a sorta fairytale with you a sorta fairytale with you things you said that day up on the 101 the girl had

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-841767762002-11-07T11:10:00.000-05:002002-11-07T11:13:40.000-05:00

I wanted to write an open letter to someone this morning, who thinks that I have someone new in my life. This is for you. I want you to know that I don't have anyone new. I've tried looking...tried moving on. I've tried taking down your pictures, and locking them away, hoping that I can forget about you...forget about how much I love you. I've tried to burn it all away, and I've tried

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-841201822002-11-06T10:47:00.000-05:002002-11-06T10:47:31.020-05:00

You know something...I don't think people know, or understand what's going on in my head....because right now, frankly, it's hell. I don't expect any of you to understand either. You're not me...but for the love of elevation, please don't tell me that you know what I'm thinking. You don't have the right. You want to know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking what the hell am I going to do. I work

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-840289062002-11-04T18:42:00.000-05:002002-11-04T18:42:49.123-05:00

It's gonna bite today (right) to open a can of pain (wrong) Sun scorched and blistering (run) - do you know that it's all (gone) Kiss my eyes shut to bash it in - it's just another payment To how we live, how we dream, how we breed - low rent up in the basement the sky conforms to the surface, what's the purpose, everything is worthless I feel a crack in the structure - it's time bleed through

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-838306342002-10-31T11:45:00.000-05:002002-10-31T11:45:22.506-05:00

Hey guys...I'm finally having a full day off. I can't remember the last time I was lucky enough to have that. Nevertheless, I'm going to take it and hold onto it. I talked with an old friend today. We got angry, we cried, I vomited, and it seems like the anger's over. I think. With everything in my life, it's hard to let go of things, but I'm trying. I've spent all this time in pain, and

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-837226012002-10-29T11:31:00.000-05:002002-10-29T11:31:49.440-05:00

This one's going out to Todd and a few friends. I know ya'll can relate to this tune. I've been waiting for a good day I've been holding back long enough I've been hurting to tell you some things it's not the falling of the temperature that's making all our bones run cool it's the breeze you make the presence felt when you're around me and it feels like I'm at an all-time low slightly

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-833171862002-10-21T17:40:00.000-04:002002-10-21T17:40:51.563-04:00

Hey kids... Just a quick hello. The last song was 'Walk Away' by Mad At Gravity. If I get a chance when I get back closer to home, I'll add a new song for the day. I'm breathing. I'm still at Gadzooks. I think I want to plotz. Hasta.

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-831769292002-10-18T13:15:00.000-04:002002-10-18T13:15:12.446-04:00

Day off...woohoo! I'm tired...frustrated...feel in pain. Melanie, a friend I made at work, thinks I should sleep more. I can't sleep though. Find me I'm falling And fooling myself that it's flight Imperfect I plummet And ponder Pushed away on principle Walk away and I stare Would you stand me up again? Wonder if I've said too much And we'll never speak again Forfeit My future For feelings

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-830843982002-10-16T18:25:00.000-04:002002-10-16T18:25:25.406-04:00

This is a quick review between commuting home from work. In short, Sarah dumped me, I'm working too much, and I'm tired. I love you all! Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about that's what you get for falling again you can never get 'em out of your head that's what you get for falling again you can never get 'em out of

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-828089972002-10-10T17:09:00.000-04:002002-10-10T17:09:03.253-04:00

In my place, in my place, Were lines that I couldn't change, I was lost, oh yeah. I was lost, I was lost, Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed, I was lost, oh yeah. And yeah, how long must you wait for it? Yeah, how long must you pay for it? Yeah, how long must you wait for it? I was scared, I was scared, Tired and under prepared, But I wait for it. And if you go, if you go, Leave me

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-824377772002-10-02T18:52:00.000-04:002002-10-02T18:52:07.013-04:00

this vacation's useless these white pills aren't kind i've given a lot of thought on this 13-hour drive i missed the grinding concrete where we sat past 8 or 9 and slowly finished laughing in the glow of our headlights i've given a lot of thought to the nights we use to have the days have come and gone our lives when but so fast i faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor where i laid and

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-824185532002-10-02T11:05:00.000-04:002002-10-02T11:05:37.913-04:00

I usually feel strong. I'm usually a rock of emotional support that my friends and family can count on. They love me, and they need me more often than not to do so. Today, I don't feel strong. Today, I feel weaker than I ever have. If you heard something shatter last night, it was probably the sound of my heart breaking. I don't want to get into detail... ...but if I really hate this

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-823757272002-10-01T14:29:00.000-04:002002-10-01T14:29:01.303-04:00

Okay...Game One tonight...Washburn vs. Clemens... Today, I'm either too tired to register on the happy scale, or really not happy. Regardless...I'm blah. I want to curl up and die. Mucho props to Georgie for stealin' my survey and putting it on her journal. Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-823308852002-09-30T17:18:00.000-04:002002-09-30T17:18:54.120-04:00

Well, for those of you who don't know, I share this journal with my friend Todd. Todd, however infrequent his posts are, is still a part of this little family here. However, he's been busy...but he's alive! Isn't that what's important? Message to Todd: We will own you tomorrow night :) So yeah, I didn't have much of a weekend. It was boring, but Sarah called Sunday night. She makes me feel

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-821656612002-09-26T18:21:00.000-04:002002-09-26T18:21:55.610-04:00

Today is a strange day. It feels good, but at the same time, it oddly feels wrong. It's like a cloud of cautious optimism. I'm talking with Sarah...she's teaching me new words, and I'm listening carefully. I'm enjoying how the day is going, even if it seems like something bad is going to happen at any moment. And now I feel dizzy...a sure sign something bad is coming. I normally feel like

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-821119662002-09-25T17:02:00.000-04:002002-09-25T17:02:29.520-04:00

huzzah...today's post is dedicated to Sarah. I hope you read and enjoy. I know it's not fashionable To be this hopeful ...well laugh away I didn't think it was possible To be grateful ...anyway I know it's not sensible To be this passionate ...everyday Days go by I catch myself smile More than you'd ever expect It's been a long while Since it's been o.k. To feel this way In the volumes of

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-820028262002-09-23T13:54:00.000-04:002002-09-23T13:54:09.670-04:00

This song kind of sums up how I'm feeling. Enjoy it. You hold me inside your iris like a terminal stain on life You condescend to my primal brain and twist me around like a knife Can't begin to explain The feelings I have restrained Don't ask me how I am Because you're too busy planning your epitaph Let me tell you DON'T - try to be the ONE - person Who has STAYED - just to say

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-818388642002-09-19T17:01:00.000-04:002002-09-19T17:23:18.000-04:00

'I'm walking away oh to find a better day I'm walking away from the troubles in my life I'm walking away oh to find a better day I'm walking away sometimes some people get me wrong when it's something I've said or done sometimes you feel there is no fun that's why you turn and run but now I truly realise some people don't wanna cpomromise well I saw them with my own eyes spreading those lies

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-817829042002-09-18T14:27:00.000-04:002002-09-18T14:30:22.000-04:00

'I don't want to feel this way, I don't want to pretend that these feelings don't exist But I'm aware, yet so afraid I'll make mistakes I'll always regret, And by the way, would it be O.K., if we went our separate ways, just to see I don't want to hide the truth, but I can see you through jaded eyes my faded broken gaze It strays away, and I am afraid that I'll make mistakes I'll always regret

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-816899472002-09-16T17:20:00.000-04:002002-09-16T17:20:01.800-04:00

overbearing panic attack entrenching my veins in an hour i'll be ok i pray this pain will go away permanently someday i've seen more than i should have to i've seen this on my own this song is a poem to myself it helps me to live in case of fire break the glass and move on into your own reoccurring drowning effect entrenching my brain i hope you'll be ok someday so i can say that you moved on

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-815239412002-09-12T17:40:00.000-04:002002-09-12T17:40:46.760-04:00

So yeah...I'm here. I told my mom I was moving to Madison the other night. She laughed at me. That actually hurt me. I wanted to cry, but I didn't. I have more motivation than ever to move. It doesn't hurt that Maggy and Vince want to room with me. The three of us are working towards this goal, and I've got a great feeling it's going to happen. I'm not so upset about it anymore. Brian

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-814742852002-09-11T17:24:00.000-04:002002-09-11T17:24:37.696-04:00

I just wanted to have a little something on here today. I'm doing my bit to remember 9/11. I'm also upset that my mother pretty much laughed at me when I said I was moving. More on that tomorrow, I promise. Song Of The Post: 'Angel's Son' by Sevendust

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-812388692002-09-06T11:25:00.000-04:002002-09-06T11:25:04.610-04:00

Today is an interesting post...I hope. You see, today I question why all good things must end. I mean, soon the baseball season will be over, and my Anaheim Angels may not make the playoffs (it wouldn't be the first time, but with the way we're playing, you only get to see that once every...meh, I'm 21, and I don't think we've ever played this well, before or after my birth. The next thing?

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-807857942002-08-27T14:22:00.000-04:002002-08-27T14:22:56.000-04:00

Hey kids... Sorry yesterday's entry was so short. I just finished work, and I was too busy with everything else. So yeah...huzzah. I was supposed to be at Ginny's today, but plans fell through. Ugh. I'm here though, and it's not bad, really. I'm listening to Chevelle, working on other things, and taking care of myself. I talked to Sarah for a bit, and she made me feel slightly better

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-807453782002-08-26T17:35:00.000-04:002002-08-26T17:35:52.976-04:00

*stretch* Long weekend. Make a long story short, had problems, they got better, I have a job. This girl at work made a cd for me that's pretty cool. So yeah. No lyric today...will be back with a few tomorrow.

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-806239432002-08-23T14:41:00.000-04:002002-08-23T14:41:31.476-04:00

I don't want to talk about it... I'll just leave you with a song. This is for you, Sar. "I wasn't sure of when but I Knew there'd come a time when I Would feel this way about someone And always need them by my side You could make me want to leave the one I'm with And never wonder why If I was ever given something else I'd give it back 1000 times There is just something for me to grasp How it

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-802437682002-08-14T15:57:00.000-04:002002-08-14T16:09:38.000-04:00

Sorry it's been a week. Life tends to sneak up on you like that. I still don't have a lot to say this week. The words? They're locked up somewhere inside of me. Where they've gone is rather hard to tell, so I can't help you, really. Although I wish I had the answers. I spent Sunday with Brian...we got together w/ Mike (whom I haven't seen in a couple of months) and Cammy (his girlfriend,

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-799537282002-08-07T17:43:00.000-04:002002-08-07T17:43:25.806-04:00

Today, it's a good day...not a whole lot to write about, complain about, bitch about. I'm talking to Sarah...I'm happy! I leave you with the lyric of the day though...it's a happy one...and it's dedicated to Sarah. Lyric Of The Post: 'If I could fall into the sky/Do you think time would pass me by?/Oh, 'cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles/If I could just see you/If I could just hold you/

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-798521552002-08-05T13:32:00.000-04:002002-08-05T13:32:00.943-04:00

Today, I leave you a poem I wrote Saturday night. Is there any room left for me In your little corner of the world? You're so busy every time I see you Too much to notice my love. I see a thin shred of hope Every once in a short while It comes to me when I see you And you shine your beautiful smile But more often than not, I see your hell A burden I've tried to relieve Then you shut away and

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-798136202002-08-04T15:22:00.000-04:002002-08-04T15:22:00.126-04:00

Christ, I've had a long weekend. So yeah....I've been relatively unable to sleep...it's been a problem. On top of that, I spent last night thinking of HER. Unfortunately, HER isn't Sarah. HER is a girl that left me with a load of baggage, and a girl that if you're a constant reader (and/or one of my best friends), is someone you've heard about. No, it's not Vickey...but don't worry about it.

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-797371312002-08-02T11:37:00.000-04:002002-08-02T11:37:33.920-04:00

Okay...here I am. Wednesday night, I got into a fight with my mom. Immediately after that, I called Ginny. Now for those that don't know, Ginny's like a sister to me (and her brothers are like my little brothers. I should be an honorary Garramone, I swear). Ginny and I were gonna go to this italian place I have gift certificates for, but it closed at nine. I reached Ginny at 8, and she

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-796555812002-07-31T16:21:00.000-04:002002-07-31T16:21:08.053-04:00

It's trading deadline day, the Angels got jack (no, not a guy name jack, you do the fecking math), and I'm hungry. And despite that, I'm in a good mood. Why? I'm talking with Sarah...that, and Todd is keeping me updated on trades. So yeah, I'm happy. I read her journal today, so I know what's going on in her life. It's a-ok stuff. You should all read sometime. She puts up her songs she

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-795969562002-07-30T11:17:00.000-04:002002-07-30T11:17:47.200-04:00

Mornin' everyone. It's a little after 10 AM. I did my usual routine of checking my e-mail, the e-feds, and popped in a CD for my listening pleasure. I only brought one to the library today, as this is the only song I've listened to in the past 12 hours. I actually got the Earshot CD last night, something I didn't expect to get in a couple of weeks. The lead singer sounds more and more like

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-795588492002-07-29T14:47:00.000-04:002002-07-29T15:08:37.000-04:00

*yawn* It's gotta only be about 1:45 PM, but I'm still dead tired. At least the Angels are tied for first, they'd take the Wild Card or the Division if the season ended today, and Sarah wrote me a few e-mails over the course of the weekend. I saw Austin Powers 3 with Brian and Tom on Saturday. I cracked up at it. I also got some CDs on Friday. They were all good (TRUSTcompany, Eminem,

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-790718902002-07-17T13:41:00.000-04:002002-07-17T13:41:31.940-04:00

So I'm back after 2 months of not posting with the only good excuse being a combination of being busy and lazy. So much as happened since the middle of May that I don't know exactly where to begin. Therefore, he's just an overview of my crazy life since you last heard. #1-School has been out for the summer so I've been living it up. I've been working for Columbia's radio station, and man has

Toddnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-790707412002-07-17T13:11:00.000-04:002002-07-17T13:11:44.110-04:00

I dunno...I seem to be thinking a lot this week. I can't explain why...so I just write. I saw Vickey last night. It was a bit awkward, really. She got her lava lamp, bunny, and her sweatshirt she kept leaving behind last night. She still has a whole bunch of my stuff. That kind of irks me. I've been told she'll bring it back soon, but I don't know. I haven't spoken to Sarah since Monday

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-789882312002-07-15T16:50:00.000-04:002002-07-15T16:50:36.230-04:00

Well, Vickey and I broke up finally. It was a long time in building, and when it happened, I expected to be broken up and torn about it. This was not the case. In the couple weeks prior, I found myself talking a lot with another girl. Another girl who made me laugh, who made me smile, and has an affinity for rock music. Put it together and what do you have? Probably one of the most

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-779420542002-06-19T13:51:00.000-04:002002-06-19T13:51:52.083-04:00

So I'm here. It's the first update in a while, so I guess I have a lot to say. I think. Todd and I have been frightenly busy, as I've been busy setting up an e-wrestling tournament called Jailbreak 2k2, and competing in the FWF, a new experience for me. The FWF was always a goal for me to get to, and now I'm there. I can't believe it. Todd's been good. He interviewed Kareem Rush yesterday

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-771513272002-05-30T15:13:00.000-04:002002-05-30T15:13:43.473-04:00

I'm back...not a lot to say... Derek told me to write in here, so I will. Trey is a whore. There, ya happy now? I got my stuff for Prom. I look shibby. I'll have pictures, I promise. Next on the agenda? Getting myself back into presentable shape. Yippee-kay-yi-yay! Not a whole lot on my agenda...take care of yerselves, and I hope Todd writes soon. The Vickey & Jonathan Counter: 149

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-768120722002-05-21T16:49:00.000-04:002002-05-21T16:49:12.690-04:00

It's been a while since I got to this...I've been real busy with life in general...be proud of me. LOL The weekend was nice. I saw Star Wars, and I was excited to see that. Vickey and I had fun, and we both agreed to see it again. We're also going to Spider-Man sometime this week...I can't wait for that. Saturday had me going to Chinatown with Maggy, Vince, and Brian. We had a BLAST down

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-766293602002-05-16T15:10:00.000-04:002002-05-16T15:43:17.000-04:00

I was in awe this morning. I'm flipping through my favorite music site, The Ultimate Rock List, and I'm finding my picks for songs to listen to today. Imagine my suprise, when under the choices for the Spider-Man soundtrack, I see the name Corey Taylor. Corey Taylor, FYI, is the lead singer of Slipknot. When I envision him, I envision a guy who's gruff, and sings gruff 24-7, like he does in

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-765868212002-05-15T15:38:00.000-04:002002-05-15T15:38:49.630-04:00

Ok, I'm back after a 1-day hiatus. I originally intended to post every day but it certainly didn't take long to have that derailed. However, I did have a good reason. On Monday night/Tuesday morning, I volunteered to host a 'New Music' show for WKCR from 1-3 AM, because the normal DJ had finals and I had already finished. Somebody was supposed to take over at 3, and the host left me enough

Toddnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-765408692002-05-14T13:16:00.000-04:002002-05-14T13:34:10.000-04:00

You are Spike SpiegelA laid back bounty hunter with a mysteriously tragic past. You have a cool sense of humor and would do much for people you love.Which Cowboy Bebop Character Are You? We'll start with that...another little quiz thing dedicated to Jake. It's early in the day...a LOT earlier than I normally enter in the journal, but then again, my normal time won't have me around, as I

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-765071192002-05-13T16:24:00.000-04:002002-05-13T16:24:28.366-04:00

So here I am, signed, sealed, and delivered to keep a running journal. The basic idea is to post my thoughts on anything and everything, and to keep Jon in check. I've been putting off this journal for weeks, running every excuse at Jon I could, but the truth is that school got the best of me. It's amazing how 4000 crazy college kids turn into insane students the moment finals start

Toddnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-765063942002-05-13T16:05:00.000-04:002002-05-13T16:05:04.790-04:00

This is a special occasion. This post is dedicated to Jake. Which Evangelion Child Are You?

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-765048032002-05-13T15:09:00.000-04:002002-05-13T15:20:35.000-04:00

Weekend was good...watched Not Another Teen Movie and Soul Survivors. Not Another Teen Movie was funnier than I expected. Soul Survivors was amazing. I cannot rave about it enough. Trust me on that one. So the big changes are being made today. The URL got a change, and hopefully Todd will post sometime this afternoon. I'm also working on fixing up that comment server, and that should be up

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-763716922002-05-09T18:44:00.000-04:002002-05-09T18:44:49.000-04:00

School's letting out for people. Todd, Justen, Will....it's all going to be fun fun games from here on out, right? I'm not so sure. Vickey seems content to let work and myself devour her summer, while I want to find a small job and spend the time writing away. All I need is a computer and DSL for myself. That would be great. Did some rp today, did my strats, worked on some rps. I keep

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-763153522002-05-08T15:54:00.000-04:002002-05-08T15:59:27.000-04:00

So it's been an interesting day. I made a new friend on chat who's obsessed with DDR. That should make Mel a happy camper. And now for me. I feel free, yet swamped with things all at once, if only because I don't know what to write for my rps. I'll probably do my strats today for the NYSWF...would be nice. So I'm rping w/ Georgie at the moment...now THAT's nice. We don't do that often...

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-762673602002-05-07T12:56:00.000-04:002002-05-07T12:56:04.793-04:00

Gwah...I'm dying here. I spent the past 20 minutes trying to find a way for you guys to comment on the board...plus it wouldn't hurt to start seeing Todd on the journal, seeing as how he's on it every day anyways... So Ric Flair went heel on RAW...big whoopty doo... And I still hate my family. So Todd says after finals, he'll join the Tale...so I guess that means the name's gotta change.

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-762326272002-05-06T16:42:00.000-04:002002-05-06T16:42:41.046-04:00

Okay...back from the weekend. Spider-Man rocked...'nuff said. I spent the weekend reacquainting myself with some of my older CDs, more specifically "Mer De Noms" by A Perfect Circle. Ironically enough, I'm wearing my APC shirt as we speak. It's a brilliant CD, and it was the best disc of 2000. Derek and a few other friends could probably attest to that. I realized what a profound disc it is

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-761316852002-05-03T16:42:00.000-04:002002-05-03T16:42:37.290-04:00

The new additions went splendidly...woot! Todd's happy. He gets mentioned. I spill a lot about him on the journal anyways...that old Britney obssessed college student :-P. So nyah, Todd. Things are going well...spent the evening with Vickey, and we watched TV, ate dinner, and felt glad to have each other for the moment. It's times like that why I love my girlfriend so very, very much.

-jonathan-http://www.blogger.com/profile/17240060464567094698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3437978.post-760889952002-05-02T15:07:00.000-04:002002-05-02T15:07:52.863-04:00

Okay...I know at least Todd is reading. That's cool. If you are reading, and you want me to say something, or you don't like it, feel free to tell me. I'm trying to get the comment board on this, but I don't know how to. I'll find a way, I hope. So Mom and I are getting along great. The family is overall getting along together...good stuff, right? So anyways, I'm going to add two new

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