The Last Posted Thought of 2007
I need more innovative technique.
12.31.2007
12.27.2007
12.20.2007
I Spend 80% Of My Day Driving
Bandages - Hot Hot Heat
I don't know what to post about. But I think I should post, because it has been a while. I was going to talk about how I have accomplished nothing with my holidays so far except work, and it's already been an entire week. But that's boring. I'm through with pity; there are many other things that I would rather get from people. So instead, I suppose this will be a relatively short entry into the internet journal. Unless I can think of something else to "say".
...
Pinecones. My plant was moved into the living room. Some people think I should trim him. I disagree; I think it looks better as a large full plant. My hair, on the other hand, now that needs a serious trim. I don't know what to do with my facial hair. Some days it aggravates me beyond belief. Other days it's hardly noticeable. But those days are slowly disappearing. Just like my holi-days...
Sometimes Wanna Die - Joydrop
I don't know what to post about. But I think I should post, because it has been a while. I was going to talk about how I have accomplished nothing with my holidays so far except work, and it's already been an entire week. But that's boring. I'm through with pity; there are many other things that I would rather get from people. So instead, I suppose this will be a relatively short entry into the internet journal. Unless I can think of something else to "say".
...
Pinecones. My plant was moved into the living room. Some people think I should trim him. I disagree; I think it looks better as a large full plant. My hair, on the other hand, now that needs a serious trim. I don't know what to do with my facial hair. Some days it aggravates me beyond belief. Other days it's hardly noticeable. But those days are slowly disappearing. Just like my holi-days...
Sometimes Wanna Die - Joydrop
12.11.2007
My iTunes Erased Itself
Maroon 5 - Sunday Morning
Ready. Set. GO!
I need a new name. I also need more motivation. Motivation starts with an "m". "M" is one of the more potent letters in Scrabble. They have Scrabble on Facebook now; it's called Scrabulous. It's just another thing keeping me too terribly tied to Facebook. That was a decent show of alliteration. I have my final exam in two days; it's English. I think I will do better than I did at my Spanish exam. Two languages are better then one. One day I will finally be free of all of this madness. Who knows when that day will come? I don't nearly know enough. Or, if I do, I am very bad at recalling the information. Recall versus Recognition = Fill In The Blanks versus Multiple Choice. I've only had two real multiple choice exams. I've only had two real hours of wakefulness today, all because I don't have another exam until Thursday. Then I go home.
I don't know what I want for Christmas. I know I want C.D.'s, but they are quickly losing their appeal other than to say that I have them. I have over 100 C.D.'s now; I would count them, but that would stop this train of thought. I wish I knew how to use the GO train. I like trains more than buses, they are more interesting. Here's an interesting fact, I have never been to a real funeral yet. Like, one where the person who died was directly connected to me. Connections are funny things. Family trees are cool. Why can't I find mine on the internet? I thought that everything could be found on the internet. But it looks like I'll have to resort to books again. Another interesting fact: I fully read my first book in almost a year just a couple weeks ago.
The Picture of Dorian Gray. Slaughterhouse Five. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. That's the entire series, plus an additional story about Zaphod Beeblebrox at the end. I don't really remember the additional story; I was reading it on the bus-ride to our Grade Eleven band trip. Wherever that was. Quebec? I've only been to three of the provinces in this country. Ontario, Quebec, and Nova Scotia. Nova Scotian beaches have tons of crab skelletons all over them. Peggy's Cove is where I found the most, but my cousin found one that was even nicer. I'm sorry Brendon for breaking it. I still feel bad about it when I think about it. Even though it was many years ago. I was in Grade Three. That was before I even had glasses. Though I probably needed them very badly by that point in life. I missed the last couple days of Grade Three because of Feddema camping. My friends sent me a package full of all my art work from the year and other things that I hadn't had the time to take home with me. Mitch gave me his alligator picture as well. I don't know if that was by mistake or not. We don't go Feddema camping anymore. Right now I wouldn't want to anyways. That family needs some serious therapy.
I miss my old friends. Change is a strange beast. Beast from Beauty and the Beast was just so darn awesome; I liked him so much more when he wasn't human. Kingdom Hearts II had an awesome Beast world, except for the final boss. Pain in the ass. I want to get the extended cut version, but I don't think I could succeed at the card playing. Succeed: I always want to spell it wrong. I've gotten to a point now where I almost think I can see the little red squiggles under words that I spell wrong on paper. Is that a good thing? I can use the semi-colon now Mr. Vriend. But I have no way to check whether I'm right or not. No right click option.
I am not a computer. I am a human being. I think...
Finished!
The Nylons - Happy Together
Ready. Set. GO!
I need a new name. I also need more motivation. Motivation starts with an "m". "M" is one of the more potent letters in Scrabble. They have Scrabble on Facebook now; it's called Scrabulous. It's just another thing keeping me too terribly tied to Facebook. That was a decent show of alliteration. I have my final exam in two days; it's English. I think I will do better than I did at my Spanish exam. Two languages are better then one. One day I will finally be free of all of this madness. Who knows when that day will come? I don't nearly know enough. Or, if I do, I am very bad at recalling the information. Recall versus Recognition = Fill In The Blanks versus Multiple Choice. I've only had two real multiple choice exams. I've only had two real hours of wakefulness today, all because I don't have another exam until Thursday. Then I go home.
I don't know what I want for Christmas. I know I want C.D.'s, but they are quickly losing their appeal other than to say that I have them. I have over 100 C.D.'s now; I would count them, but that would stop this train of thought. I wish I knew how to use the GO train. I like trains more than buses, they are more interesting. Here's an interesting fact, I have never been to a real funeral yet. Like, one where the person who died was directly connected to me. Connections are funny things. Family trees are cool. Why can't I find mine on the internet? I thought that everything could be found on the internet. But it looks like I'll have to resort to books again. Another interesting fact: I fully read my first book in almost a year just a couple weeks ago.
The Picture of Dorian Gray. Slaughterhouse Five. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. That's the entire series, plus an additional story about Zaphod Beeblebrox at the end. I don't really remember the additional story; I was reading it on the bus-ride to our Grade Eleven band trip. Wherever that was. Quebec? I've only been to three of the provinces in this country. Ontario, Quebec, and Nova Scotia. Nova Scotian beaches have tons of crab skelletons all over them. Peggy's Cove is where I found the most, but my cousin found one that was even nicer. I'm sorry Brendon for breaking it. I still feel bad about it when I think about it. Even though it was many years ago. I was in Grade Three. That was before I even had glasses. Though I probably needed them very badly by that point in life. I missed the last couple days of Grade Three because of Feddema camping. My friends sent me a package full of all my art work from the year and other things that I hadn't had the time to take home with me. Mitch gave me his alligator picture as well. I don't know if that was by mistake or not. We don't go Feddema camping anymore. Right now I wouldn't want to anyways. That family needs some serious therapy.
I miss my old friends. Change is a strange beast. Beast from Beauty and the Beast was just so darn awesome; I liked him so much more when he wasn't human. Kingdom Hearts II had an awesome Beast world, except for the final boss. Pain in the ass. I want to get the extended cut version, but I don't think I could succeed at the card playing. Succeed: I always want to spell it wrong. I've gotten to a point now where I almost think I can see the little red squiggles under words that I spell wrong on paper. Is that a good thing? I can use the semi-colon now Mr. Vriend. But I have no way to check whether I'm right or not. No right click option.
I am not a computer. I am a human being. I think...
Finished!
The Nylons - Happy Together
12.07.2007
Can't Hold On Much Longer!
Lynden - Falling Down
Only three more exams. Psychology, Spanish, English. Unfortunately they are spanned over an entire week still. So my fingers are going to get even fatter. More fat? But at least they're easy, right? Wrong. This means no studying, only poor eating. Ugh, I loathe exams. More than anything you could ever imagine. Well, actually, that's probably not true...
PS: You win. I've got one.
James Blunt - So Long Jimmy
Stupid fingers. When did you get so fat?
"In the last ten days"
How did you manage to do that?
"You ate very very poorly"
Damn.
Only three more exams. Psychology, Spanish, English. Unfortunately they are spanned over an entire week still. So my fingers are going to get even fatter. More fat? But at least they're easy, right? Wrong. This means no studying, only poor eating. Ugh, I loathe exams. More than anything you could ever imagine. Well, actually, that's probably not true...
PS: You win. I've got one.
James Blunt - So Long Jimmy
11.29.2007
11.23.2007
Turn To 45
You come, empty-handed, to another of the endless forks in the road you follow. Do you...
A) Continue down the same path you have been following. Continue to fight the same demons, meet the same pitfalls, feel the same pains. Continue with assuredness that nothing will ever change.
B) Head down the new road in a direction that is as far away as possible from everything that you have followed up until this point.
C) Give up. Realize that neither path will ever lead to your happy ending and just stop walking.
A) Continue down the same path you have been following. Continue to fight the same demons, meet the same pitfalls, feel the same pains. Continue with assuredness that nothing will ever change.
B) Head down the new road in a direction that is as far away as possible from everything that you have followed up until this point.
C) Give up. Realize that neither path will ever lead to your happy ending and just stop walking.
11.17.2007
C.W.S.2.
[What Is This Crap? (Thomas' Bicycle)]
There had never ever been a day in Thomas' life that he had not ridden his bicycle. There was a connection between Thomas and his bicycle, they had developed a very strong friendship. But one day the strong friendship was broken.
One day, Thomas went out to his bicycle. He felt excited to ride it, he and his bicycle would have a grand adventure or something for sure. When he got to his bicycle though, Thomas was surprised. He saw another boy riding around the street, on a bicycle that looked a lot like his. It was his bicycle Thomas decided. Thomas had never been a sharing sort of person. He felt sad that his bicycle would want to ride around with someone else. He started walking home, very very sad. But just then Thomas heard a sound and turned around. Thomas' bicycle had always loved Thomas, more than any other boy or girl. The bike Thomas had seen was not his bike, his bike just liked to play games with him. Thomas was overjoyed to see his bicycle. Together, he knew he and his bicycle would have many grand adventures.
Because Thomas' bicycle was a magic bicycle that could move on it's own and talk to Thomas!
The End
[won a chocolate bar for writing the worst piece in the group]
There had never ever been a day in Thomas' life that he had not ridden his bicycle. There was a connection between Thomas and his bicycle, they had developed a very strong friendship. But one day the strong friendship was broken.
One day, Thomas went out to his bicycle. He felt excited to ride it, he and his bicycle would have a grand adventure or something for sure. When he got to his bicycle though, Thomas was surprised. He saw another boy riding around the street, on a bicycle that looked a lot like his. It was his bicycle Thomas decided. Thomas had never been a sharing sort of person. He felt sad that his bicycle would want to ride around with someone else. He started walking home, very very sad. But just then Thomas heard a sound and turned around. Thomas' bicycle had always loved Thomas, more than any other boy or girl. The bike Thomas had seen was not his bike, his bike just liked to play games with him. Thomas was overjoyed to see his bicycle. Together, he knew he and his bicycle would have many grand adventures.
Because Thomas' bicycle was a magic bicycle that could move on it's own and talk to Thomas!
The End
[won a chocolate bar for writing the worst piece in the group]
11.13.2007
So You Have Something To Read...
Aqualung - Strange And Beautiful (I'll Put A Spell On You)
I don't mean this to be in any way offensive to anyone. I'm merely stating the facts. I have nearly been hit by drivers down here in Guelph five times. Each of those times it was a woman behind the wheel. Like I said, merely a fact that I have come to notice about Guelph women. Or at least female students at Guelph with vehicles...
Backstreet Boys - It's Gotta Be You
I don't mean this to be in any way offensive to anyone. I'm merely stating the facts. I have nearly been hit by drivers down here in Guelph five times. Each of those times it was a woman behind the wheel. Like I said, merely a fact that I have come to notice about Guelph women. Or at least female students at Guelph with vehicles...
Backstreet Boys - It's Gotta Be You
10.17.2007
Soap
You know what I don't get? Soap. We lather it up, cover our bodies in it, then just let it rinse off. And we all assume that we are now clean. What makes soap capable of this? Sure, it can make dirt come off. But what about all those invisible bacteria, germs, viruses? They're are the real dirty things. Dirt is actually really clean. So how can letting bubbles sit on your skin for a couple seconds possible get rid of them?
Mmmm...Anberlin. Such an awesome voice. Gotta get some more. And Slender Means. And Roz Bell.
Mmmm...Anberlin. Such an awesome voice. Gotta get some more. And Slender Means. And Roz Bell.
10.10.2007
C.W.S.
[All In Minutes]
Today the sky was drearily sitting below the heavens. And I, below the sky, did look to see the moon, racing across the midnight blue sky.
The trees waved to the moon. Swiftly and firmly, their long evergreen branches, the fingers curled and spread. Slightly prickly, yet comforting.
To path this verbal observation, I wrote a continuous narrative. The words traveled down the winding road of my page, barely discernible from the woods around me.
I looked, and beheld among the trees a creature of some sort.
Giant, yet small, and with a strange mythical sense to it.
Inside a cave I found myself. The walls of ice surrounded me. The creature bent before me, its breath visible even in the dim light.
"Down," it said to me. "Down. Down towards the healing."
I knew not what to make of this. The words seemed alien to me. And then, the creature was gone. I raised myself up in the dark. I could see nothing, feel nothing, there was nothing there before me.
Darkness, I feared, would be tunneled into my very mind. Through the long, unclear passage I crawled, letting myself be swept aside by the thoughts. Soon, I wondered what I would find there.
And then I found the lamp. Rusted and warped by time, it stood before me in a small beacon of outside light.
Out, out I drove, faster and faster, until I came to the surface. The fresh air knew my name, as it had called it so many times.
Up went the lamp, ascending through the clouds to heaven. There was nothing to be done, I simply held onto the small grasses at the tree's base.
Slowly, I too travel up the trunk, through the air and branches, till I reached the rooftop of the evergreen. There, the sky motioned for me to listen, then whispered to my ear.
"The sky," it said, "will not always be so blue."
And then I fell. I fell down to earth. The sky stood above me, a towering wall of magenta.
My pencil moved furiously.
[an excerpt from the journal with the permanent fragrant]
Today the sky was drearily sitting below the heavens. And I, below the sky, did look to see the moon, racing across the midnight blue sky.
The trees waved to the moon. Swiftly and firmly, their long evergreen branches, the fingers curled and spread. Slightly prickly, yet comforting.
To path this verbal observation, I wrote a continuous narrative. The words traveled down the winding road of my page, barely discernible from the woods around me.
I looked, and beheld among the trees a creature of some sort.
Giant, yet small, and with a strange mythical sense to it.
Inside a cave I found myself. The walls of ice surrounded me. The creature bent before me, its breath visible even in the dim light.
"Down," it said to me. "Down. Down towards the healing."
I knew not what to make of this. The words seemed alien to me. And then, the creature was gone. I raised myself up in the dark. I could see nothing, feel nothing, there was nothing there before me.
Darkness, I feared, would be tunneled into my very mind. Through the long, unclear passage I crawled, letting myself be swept aside by the thoughts. Soon, I wondered what I would find there.
And then I found the lamp. Rusted and warped by time, it stood before me in a small beacon of outside light.
Out, out I drove, faster and faster, until I came to the surface. The fresh air knew my name, as it had called it so many times.
Up went the lamp, ascending through the clouds to heaven. There was nothing to be done, I simply held onto the small grasses at the tree's base.
Slowly, I too travel up the trunk, through the air and branches, till I reached the rooftop of the evergreen. There, the sky motioned for me to listen, then whispered to my ear.
"The sky," it said, "will not always be so blue."
And then I fell. I fell down to earth. The sky stood above me, a towering wall of magenta.
My pencil moved furiously.
[an excerpt from the journal with the permanent fragrant]
9.28.2007
"Needs More Distortion..."
Great Big Sea - When I'm Up (I Can't Get Down)
The red panda. I just remembered that animal, cause I saw a glimpse of one. On blogger of course. Not actually in real life. If I recall correctly, they live in ... India. Yeah, think that's right. They have faces that look like raccoons, and raccoon tails, but they are the relatives of pandas. They live in the trees, the panda's eat the trees. Though by trees I mean bamboo. Which is not a tree. Red pandas were one of my favourite rare animals that I would never see in real life. Can't remember if I saw one in a zoo once...
Flogging Molly - Seven Deadly Sins
The red panda. I just remembered that animal, cause I saw a glimpse of one. On blogger of course. Not actually in real life. If I recall correctly, they live in ... India. Yeah, think that's right. They have faces that look like raccoons, and raccoon tails, but they are the relatives of pandas. They live in the trees, the panda's eat the trees. Though by trees I mean bamboo. Which is not a tree. Red pandas were one of my favourite rare animals that I would never see in real life. Can't remember if I saw one in a zoo once...
Flogging Molly - Seven Deadly Sins
9.18.2007
Italicized Thoughts
Regular day: I wonder how many phrases I say are titles to songs...
Everyday: I wonder when tomorrow will come...
Everynight: How can I control the clocks and calendars...
Regular day: Would this make a good lyric...
Everyday: I wonder when tomorrow will come...
Everynight: How can I control the clocks and calendars...
Regular day: Would this make a good lyric...
9.12.2007
Incomplete Understanding
Well, here we are. The next step in this crazy roller coaster ride. I can remember the path that lead to here. But now the path is so jumbled, I don't know where to go next. Sometimes I wish that life would just slow down a little bit. But instead we're flying full-speed down this next huge hill. Seatbelts everyone. Here we go again.
My mind likes to run free. But my inner mind likes to stay put. Conflict is inevitable.
What am I writing about? I'm not even sure anymore. Laptop keyboards are not very easy to type with. But the lack of mouses are worse. But they are so light weight and carry-able.
I think it's about time to use my new English books to aid me in some personal projects. Sonnets are good. Good for personal projects. Some people say that I'm very good at being vague. I think I believe it now.
Time to work out. Only and hour and a half late. Ah well. Better late then never.
"The future is quite different from the present."
"Yes, especially what with there being no stairs."
My mind likes to run free. But my inner mind likes to stay put. Conflict is inevitable.
What am I writing about? I'm not even sure anymore. Laptop keyboards are not very easy to type with. But the lack of mouses are worse. But they are so light weight and carry-able.
I think it's about time to use my new English books to aid me in some personal projects. Sonnets are good. Good for personal projects. Some people say that I'm very good at being vague. I think I believe it now.
Time to work out. Only and hour and a half late. Ah well. Better late then never.
"The future is quite different from the present."
"Yes, especially what with there being no stairs."
8.23.2007
Neither Here Nor There
i dont know why this memory came to mind today. but while i was working in the turkey barn for the last hour of the entire summer, i came across a thought. last hour of the entire summer. man what a great feeling that is. course now i'll still probably be expected to do chores every now and then. and chores are terrible when they have no monetary value. but that is neither here. nor there...
does anybody the TVO kids of yester-year? the one from way back? back before it was "The Space". back before Giselle came along and permanently scarred children's television for everyone. even back before Phil came along and made things cool again for a time. but not so far back as when it was hosted by Patty and Kevin. yes, that's right, there was a Kevin. most people don't seem to believe that. they just think that he was a host of Stuff and nothing else. but i can remember back when he hosted nothing but the main show with Patty for awhile. but that is neither here. nor there...
anyways. after Kevin left the show for awhile. before returning to host Stuff with Julie 1. the good TVO kids was hosted by Patty and Joe. who were by far the best. can any one remember the superheroes that they created for each season? Patty played two of them and Joe played two of them. and they always pretended things like that the one host had just missed the superhero to cover up the fact that he or she was playing them. of course, i caught on right away. because i can remember even when they held contests to design the superheroes...
Captain Summer was the first one i can remember. he was played by Joe. i drew a comic strip of him for another contest and got a postcard signed by Joe and Patty and Rekah. (Rekah? that's another story). then came to Autumn Avenger. played by Patty. kinda cool. she had a huge maple leaf for a helmet. then The Chill. played by Joe. SOOO AWESOME. the best one by far, so cool. lastly the Springinator. deserved to be last. so dumb.
yup. i'm old.
does anybody the TVO kids of yester-year? the one from way back? back before it was "The Space". back before Giselle came along and permanently scarred children's television for everyone. even back before Phil came along and made things cool again for a time. but not so far back as when it was hosted by Patty and Kevin. yes, that's right, there was a Kevin. most people don't seem to believe that. they just think that he was a host of Stuff and nothing else. but i can remember back when he hosted nothing but the main show with Patty for awhile. but that is neither here. nor there...
anyways. after Kevin left the show for awhile. before returning to host Stuff with Julie 1. the good TVO kids was hosted by Patty and Joe. who were by far the best. can any one remember the superheroes that they created for each season? Patty played two of them and Joe played two of them. and they always pretended things like that the one host had just missed the superhero to cover up the fact that he or she was playing them. of course, i caught on right away. because i can remember even when they held contests to design the superheroes...
Captain Summer was the first one i can remember. he was played by Joe. i drew a comic strip of him for another contest and got a postcard signed by Joe and Patty and Rekah. (Rekah? that's another story). then came to Autumn Avenger. played by Patty. kinda cool. she had a huge maple leaf for a helmet. then The Chill. played by Joe. SOOO AWESOME. the best one by far, so cool. lastly the Springinator. deserved to be last. so dumb.
yup. i'm old.
8.19.2007
Thank You Letter "P"
| another day. another blog. another new idea for a pointless game that can be played over blogs. this one is brought to you by algonquin campsites. and the letter "P". Jonathan's Top 5 Favourite Coheed & Cambria Songs (With 1 Being the Highest) . 5. see, this is the game 4. now you have to guess them 3. place whatever guesses you want in whatever spots you want 2. i'll tell you what's right and give helpful hints 1. then you can guess again (if you still care by then) . Jonathan's Top 5 Favourite "Nightmare Before Christmas" Characters (With 1 Once Again Being the Highest) . 5. same idea here 4. obviously 3. except this time "everyone" doesnt count 2. though i do love everyone in this movie 1. some just a little more than others |
in other news ... what do people write about in a blog?
"man your own jackhammers, man your battlestations" (Hint #5)
8.07.2007
Surprise Comeback 1
Well, it's been awhile. How have you guys been? I've been okay, starting to feel like I may be able to blog again...
...
Oh no...
...
Well, I'll be back again soon. Keep in touch everyone, and I shall do the same. Promise.
Jonathan Garret Feddema
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Oh no...
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Well, I'll be back again soon. Keep in touch everyone, and I shall do the same. Promise.
Jonathan Garret Feddema
6.18.2007
Rogues (If You Wondered)
maybe i'm not cut out for this blogging thing
it is too hard on the imagination
my imagination is hurting me
i like journals better - less public, more private
now i don't feel so bad for my negligence
"if you're not affected, you're not paying attention"
5.13.2007
Music War
i was just facebooking. again. spew. but i've just managed to find an old friend of mine who i havent seen since i was in grade two at least. i also connected with at least five people who worked at mcdonalds with me. back when i had no self respect. sure hope none of them read this. then again, i put a link to this page on my facebook. curses, foiled again. next time gadget. next time!
!!! SUBJECT CHANGE !!!
okay, let's see if i can manage to make up a brand new game in the next few minutes. cannot stop to think for more than fifteen seconds consecutively. makes it more exciting ...
so here's what i've got. you start with someone who says a song. title only. then someone responds (i guess it will have to be played through responses) with the name of the artist. they also mention the genre. then someone else responds with another artist from that genre and gives a song from them. another individual then responds by naming the album from which the previous song came from (so no singles or eps or whatever the kids call them these days) and then names another album ... which has at least one word the same as the first album (if its simple language) or at least three of the same letters (if the album is something impossible like "Billy Talent II") . of course, no naming stuff that has been named before. ever.
from there, i guess someone can respond and name the artist of the album that was mentioned. or name a song of that album. or name the genre of that album. it does not matter. all that does matter is that after the responder names something, they name something else that is connected to that something that they first named. i have no idea how confusing this is going to turn out to be. but i kinda like it.
i think lyrics will be left out for now. save that for the sequel to music war: music war II. ha. guess the only thing left to do is to get this party started ...
"Especially In Michigan"
... GO!
"and they're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away..."
!!! SUBJECT CHANGE !!!
okay, let's see if i can manage to make up a brand new game in the next few minutes. cannot stop to think for more than fifteen seconds consecutively. makes it more exciting ...
so here's what i've got. you start with someone who says a song. title only. then someone responds (i guess it will have to be played through responses) with the name of the artist. they also mention the genre. then someone else responds with another artist from that genre and gives a song from them. another individual then responds by naming the album from which the previous song came from (so no singles or eps or whatever the kids call them these days) and then names another album ... which has at least one word the same as the first album (if its simple language) or at least three of the same letters (if the album is something impossible like "Billy Talent II") . of course, no naming stuff that has been named before. ever.
from there, i guess someone can respond and name the artist of the album that was mentioned. or name a song of that album. or name the genre of that album. it does not matter. all that does matter is that after the responder names something, they name something else that is connected to that something that they first named. i have no idea how confusing this is going to turn out to be. but i kinda like it.
i think lyrics will be left out for now. save that for the sequel to music war: music war II. ha. guess the only thing left to do is to get this party started ...
"Especially In Michigan"
... GO!
"and they're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away..."
4.23.2007
Spare Me
my ipod is charging. still. i guess that's what happens when i listen to it for an entire week without charging. impressive it was still live at all. then again i am hardly ever on the bus anymore, so i don't actually listen to it all that much. i miss busrides. i need better headphones. not earbuds though, they make you deaf. but better then my current wrap-arounds. they eat into my ears after about thirty minutes. luckily my bus ride is shorter.
the trampoline is calling. i'll be there soon, be patient you. the script is calling, and so is the painting. i'll be there ... eventually. lot of fresh red lines all over it, peters likes to cut me apparently. the front page fades, left it out in the sun too long. not sure how i became such a procrastinator. i never was before around grade eleven, and even then it wasn't too bad, like it is now. at least i have my trampoline. and it has far more use then just getting me into the air. the blue swordsman isn't as happy as he was before. the orange one is almost invisible.
thirteen kittens. my lucky number. no pure orange ones though. i'll have to be patient i guess. not sure how much more i can be though.
i want to paint some more t-shirts. i have a few ideas floating around in my brain, and they deserve to be put on fabric. it's just a matter of finding time. which i strangely have some of today. otherwise i doubt i would be writing this entry. i also want to finish too many things. but there isn't enough time in the day for that.
it's time to compromise. interesting word. com. promise.
"systems malfunction. blasted this damn machine. over and out, captain."
the trampoline is calling. i'll be there soon, be patient you. the script is calling, and so is the painting. i'll be there ... eventually. lot of fresh red lines all over it, peters likes to cut me apparently. the front page fades, left it out in the sun too long. not sure how i became such a procrastinator. i never was before around grade eleven, and even then it wasn't too bad, like it is now. at least i have my trampoline. and it has far more use then just getting me into the air. the blue swordsman isn't as happy as he was before. the orange one is almost invisible.
thirteen kittens. my lucky number. no pure orange ones though. i'll have to be patient i guess. not sure how much more i can be though.
i want to paint some more t-shirts. i have a few ideas floating around in my brain, and they deserve to be put on fabric. it's just a matter of finding time. which i strangely have some of today. otherwise i doubt i would be writing this entry. i also want to finish too many things. but there isn't enough time in the day for that.
it's time to compromise. interesting word. com. promise.
"systems malfunction. blasted this damn machine. over and out, captain."
4.03.2007
Title: There Is No Title
today was a weird day. started off great, like most of my days do. its just that darn second half that ruins things. but that's not what made things weird. no, it happened later. much later then school time. after school time. that's when it happened.
my scarf feels nice. it makes my neck warm. when i take it off my neck is too cold. so i never take it off. summer time will be fun. pants sweatshirts and scarves. no need for summer clothes. just a summer jacket for those colder nights.
for some reason i had the strange desire to be sullen less then two hour ago. i dont know why. it just sort of came out of nowhere. nice: i got some compliments on my milk things. tax. i dont even know what that has to do with milk anymore. everyone else seems to think up all sorts of awesome deep ideas right off the bat. me. i think of something that leads to something that leads to something else that finally gives me a decent idea. point for peters.
rain is not a good thing right now. how the heck am i going to survive saturday? i need sunshine! and that thought leads me to: teenage mutant ninja turtles!!! i always thought leonardo was the one in the red bandana. red seems like the leader colour. but he's actually in the blue bandana. can that seem quite right.
i mentioned x-men today again. and now its on my mind. gambit is my hero. i wrote that on my grade twelve yearbook form. from what I've seen this year's yearbook so far does not please me much. i wish i were still in that class. i think i would actually be confident enough now to make sure certain things didnt happen. like the same people three times on one page. bad. not good.
do you wish i had magic powers.
"I, I won't worry my life away!"
my scarf feels nice. it makes my neck warm. when i take it off my neck is too cold. so i never take it off. summer time will be fun. pants sweatshirts and scarves. no need for summer clothes. just a summer jacket for those colder nights.
for some reason i had the strange desire to be sullen less then two hour ago. i dont know why. it just sort of came out of nowhere. nice: i got some compliments on my milk things. tax. i dont even know what that has to do with milk anymore. everyone else seems to think up all sorts of awesome deep ideas right off the bat. me. i think of something that leads to something that leads to something else that finally gives me a decent idea. point for peters.
rain is not a good thing right now. how the heck am i going to survive saturday? i need sunshine! and that thought leads me to: teenage mutant ninja turtles!!! i always thought leonardo was the one in the red bandana. red seems like the leader colour. but he's actually in the blue bandana. can that seem quite right.
i mentioned x-men today again. and now its on my mind. gambit is my hero. i wrote that on my grade twelve yearbook form. from what I've seen this year's yearbook so far does not please me much. i wish i were still in that class. i think i would actually be confident enough now to make sure certain things didnt happen. like the same people three times on one page. bad. not good.
do you wish i had magic powers.
"I, I won't worry my life away!"
2.24.2007
2.05.2007
This One's For You...
The previous message could not be delivered to all the recipients:
hereby
hereby
*I laughed at that*
go ahead go buy it
"???"
I love the missing piece
You're both. A nut is cute
starting out the new year with sfresorcim
My computer beat me at chess, but I beat it at kick-boxing
didnt have a camera by my side this time
RED BANDANA!. take that bmw!
Forever isolation
Stunt doubles have all the fun
sera, sera
Hold you in my arms, I just wanted to hold you in my arms
started with forgetting the lipstick
[Trapped In Neverland]
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Would you care to repeat the message?
1.27.2007
Searching For Useful
There has to be some good reason for me having this thing...
I will find it eventually...
I will find it eventually...
1.03.2007
Once Upon A Time...
Just making sure this thing doesnt get stale. Though I really could care less. Continue in the comments if you so desire...
Once upon a time, there lived a young boy named Jonathan...
Once upon a time, there lived a young boy named Jonathan...
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