This entry is stupid. I know you all wish I would update something cool, but I can't. Because Jon is here and I can't think with other people around. Tommorrow though for sure. Hey, come see me play at Mug Shotz Saturday at 8:00 a.m. I'm doing an solo Fair Verona set. It'll be cool. And no one's going to be there so if you read this come.

- posted by Jonathan@ 10:43 PM

 
I did a big update about this weekend but Blogger screwed it up and it is lost. It was fun. That's all you need to know.

- posted by Jonathan@ 11:32 PM

 
Akeldama rocked. People were rocked and killed. Blood was shed. BTAK played and played well at that. Fair Verona emo-ed. You are all jealous. I am at Mike's. I have not been updating because Angela is here. I will say something more later. Wait.

- posted by Jonathan@ 5:27 PM

 
Phonetic - foe*ne*tic.
Arielle Petrie - airy*elle*pee*tree.


- posted by Jonathan@ 10:03 PM

 
1. Nate sucks. Why? I was going to post the same converastion that he posted on his blog today. He beat me to it, and for that he must die.

2. "I love every opportunity that allows me to make fun of Jon!" - Angela Kae Hull: See? I told you guys that she was way meaner than me! I show her nothing but love and compassion and she is hurtful. . . *tear* Usually she does it when no one's around so as to be sneaky. Sometimes it's hard to stand her verbal and emotional abuse. . . I know that deep down inside she loves me though. Didn't your mom ever tell you that girls pick on guys that they like?

3. I can't comment on anyones blogs and it makes me want to kill.

4. Janesville schools are stupid, gay, homo schools. Why? Maybe I'll post on it later.

5. Name dropping is always a good thing in my book. Especially if it's my name that is being dropped. Unless of course it's my name in reference with some sort of hate crime, drug tip, act of vandalism, murder, or anything else that's not usually looked upon as a positive thing.

- posted by Jonathan@ 9:57 PM

 
The Principle of Cereal Made Flesh

Count Chocula, once King of Vampires
Now Lord of Cereal
Raise up your undead horde
of chocolate warriors

Do battle with the Righteous

Summon Booberry and Fruit Brute
Crush Captain Crunch beneath your heels
Unleash your host upon Toucan Sam
Sonny, Tony, and Lucky the Leprechaun

Enslave practitioners of lesser cereals

No light can harm Thee
No milk may thwart Thee
Your reign shall last unto the End of Days. . .

- Ian Olson of Akeldama

- posted by Jonathan@ 4:23 PM

 
I am here, in my home, sitting in the kitchen (where our computer is kept) at the computer desk, dying. Well, not really, but you get the idea. I'm like, "whoa." I don't really know what's going on. Well, I do, but you know what I mean. I'm thinking that, if I were to go and start cleaning my room right now, I could actually accomplish something today. And then, maybe later tonight I'd sit in my freshly cleaned and vaccumed (it needs to be vaccumed) room, and do my homework. Wouldn't that be cool? And then, with my homework completed I could go to bed early! And I'd wake up tommorrow morning feeling like I could take on the world. And at school I'd be attentive and I'd understand my math class. What do you think?

I broke up a fight between these two girls today. Well, actually I watched them fight until they fell on the ground then I pulled the one girl off of the other. It was pretty funny. And then I got called down to talk to *finger to lip* Schroder at the end of sicth period. And then, I got called out of band to talk to a police cop. And incidently I saw Officer Jacoby in the office while I was there and I said, "Look out! He's got a gun!" and pointed at him. It was very. . . [enter word that I can't think of that means to remember and take yourself back to the past].

- posted by Jonathan@ 4:41 PM

 
Hahaha!

- posted by Jonathan@ 4:32 PM

 
Picture this. . .

A small crew of children (boys and girls, mostly boys) assembled on a street corner with a folding table, a pitcher, and a few old plastic mugs. They yelled at me and waved their hands the first time I drove by and I guessed their intentions from the objects on the table (there wasn't a sign anywhere). I turned a few corners and drove by again, but this time I pulled over and put my van in park. I grabbed four quarters (courtesy of my Mom since it was her van) and put them in my pocket.

Leaving the vehicle running I crossed the street to their little table. I asked if they happened to be selling lemonade and a little blonde girl, about seven years old, with oddly shaped eyes told me that it was iced tea. I asked her how much one would cost me as I reached in my pocket and closed my hand around the quarters. It turned out that it was only 10 cents a cup. I asked if I could pay with a quarter (since that was all I had). None of the children seemed to have a problem with that and I was handed a large plastic mug in exchange for my money.

"Bring back the cup!"
"Okay, I will."
"Drink it now!"
"Okay, I will."

The tea was sweet with a lot of undissolved sugar and a seemingly equal portion of that lemon juice that comes in the lemon shaped bottle. I drank it fast, without spilling, and presented the empty cup to them with my arms held away from my body as if to say, "tadah!" This seemed the please them.

As I walked back to where my vehicle was parked they yelled at me to make sure I came back and I assured them that I would tell all of my closest friends to make sure they stopped by. I got in my van with a smile on my face. In that moment I was truly happy. I'm trying to hold onto this memory now. I feel so Norman Rockwell.

- posted by Jonathan@ 6:57 PM

 
This is for you.
I hate, I kill, I destroy. I feel, I pine, I cherish. I'm not what you think. I know you don't get me, and that's okay. Don't think that I'm avoiding you. Don't feel like I don't care. I breath, I tremble, I am contained within this. You wish I were otherwise. I fear, I esteem, I am life. This is what I am. This is not fiction. This is not a poem. Do not read into this. Take it for what it is.

- posted by Jonathan@ 6:48 PM

 
The concert was awesome. All the bands played really well. Especially Farewell To Twilight. It was a sweet show. I dropkicked joey into one of the feedback monitors just seconds into 2nd Annex's first song. That seemed to set the stage for the rest of their set and it just got fun from there on. I like seeing 2nd Annex play because I know their songs pretty well so it's really easy to dance to them. Brianne just walked in so I have to go.

- posted by Jonathan@ 10:44 PM

 
You know, it's really sad when I can't do something with a bunch of my friends and have a good time. I know it's me, but I never learn. I don't know what's wrong with me. Why am I this way? From now on I'm going to be firm in my resolution and just turn you down.

- posted by Jonathan@ 10:28 PM

 
I have nothing to write. I mean, I have things to write, but who cares? I'm just macking vintage shop style. Okay, I'm going to bed.

- posted by Jonathan@ 10:00 PM

 
Stage Blood

Sleep calls, but softly as of yet
This darkness hides diffidence
I bleed my thoughts into a fountain pen
And paint you a picture of my world

And I see it all so much clearer now
that I've closed my eyes
What then should I fear?
And I came here seeking solace
But I found instead an empty grave
(But I found instead a broken heart)

I've built up these walls around me
I know not which way to turn
I breath deeply in this cool night air
And sight heavily in this tomb

And I see it all so much clearer now
that I've closed my eyes
What then should I fear?
And I came here seeking solace
But I found instead a broken heart

Still searching. . .

- posted by Jonathan@ 4:35 PM

 
Sound of Breaking

Why do you cry out, why do I like to hear you
Cry out, here in the dewless evening, sitting
Close, close together, so close that the heart stops beating
And the brain its thought? Wordless, worthless mortals
Stumbling, exhausted, in this wilderness
Of our conjoint destruction! Hear the grass
Raging about us! Hear the worms applaud!
Hear how the ripples make a sound of chaos!
Hear now, in these and other sounds of evening,
The first brute step of God!

About your elbow,
Making a ring of thumb and finger, I
Slide walled blood against less-walled blood,
Move down your arm, surmount the wrist-bone, shut
Your long slim hand in mine. Each finger-tip
Is then saluted by a finger-tip;
The hands meet back to back, then face to face;
Then lock together. And we, with eyes averted,
Smile at the evening sky of alabaster,
See nothing, lose our souls in the maelstrom, turning
Downward in rapid circles.

Bitter woman,
Bitter of heart and brain and blood, bitter as I
Who drink your bitterness--can this be beauty?
Do you cry out because the beauty is cruel?
Terror, because we downward sweep so swiftly?
Terror of darkness?

It is a sound of breaking,
The world is breaking, the world is a sound of breaking,
Many-harmonied, diverse, profound,
A shattering beauty. See, how together we break,
Hear the crashing of dischorded chords and discords
Fills the world with falling, when we thus lean
Our two mad bodies together!

It is a sound
Of everlasting grief, the sound of weeping,
The sound of disaster and misery, the sound
Of passionate heartbreak at the centre of the world.

- Conrad Aiken

- posted by Jonathan@ 4:27 PM

 
Duh, they're called spontaneously composited, free verse, lyrical stylings. . . Oh man I'm funny. Quit your band! Go solo!

- posted by Jonathan@ 8:31 PM

 
I'm just going to cut off all interaction with the outside world.

- posted by Jonathan@ 5:39 PM

 
God is so much better than anything ever. I'm fasting the internet for the weekend. I'll be back Monday.

- posted by Jonathan@ 9:16 PM

 
Your Ghost Takes Flight

The last time that I saw you,
August of '99,
I should have had my hammer and a few rusty spikes,
To nail you on a wall,
And use bottles to catch your blood.
Display you for the neighbors
So they'd know your time had come.

And I'd drink your blood.
Feel it dripping down my throat,
And heading for my heart.

And as your body sags,
And the stench rises in vain,
The people on the street are collecting in dismay.
Before their eyes,
Your head lifts towards the sky,
And that's the last thing I remember of you.

And I drank your blood.
Feel it dripping down my throat,
And heading for my heart.

You become a ghost.
You're floating somewhere in between
The waking world,
And a landscape of dreams.

Well it is nothing but dying.
You've got a grenade stuck in your teeth,
And you're pulling at the pin.
You're an illusion,
Just a shadow flickering underneath the sun.

And I'd drink your blood.
I feel it dripping down my throat,
And heading for my heart.

- Chris Conley

- posted by Jonathan@ 6:36 PM

 
Speech due Friday. Haven't started it yet. Must think of something to demonstrate.

- posted by Jonathan@ 6:23 PM

 
Cds that I have been listening to recently: Saves the Day - Stay What You Are, Taking Back Sunday - Tell All Your Friends, Co&Ca - Second Stage Turbine Blade, The Ataris - Blue Skies, Broken Hearts. . . Next 12 Exits, OneLineDrawing - A mix Josh Lawry gave me, Dashboard Confessional - The Dashboard Mix to Top All Dashboard Mixes, Pedro the Lion - Winners Never Quit, MxPx - Let it Happen, The Get Up Kids - Eudora, The Get Up Kids - On a Wire, Further Seems Forever - The Moon is Down, Dashboard Confessional - Joey's mix of live bootleg, unreleased stuff, The Ultimate Fakebook - This Will Be Laughing Week, Saves the Day - Through Being Cool, and Jon Hetzel's "Silly, Crazy, Fresh Mix." Yeah, that's right Hetz-face, I busted out the mix.

- posted by Jonathan@ 6:11 PM

 
Untitled

so high are the stars,
and so far from my grasp
but if I could. . .
(if only I could!)
I'd hold fast till my hand melted. . .

I'd reach above your head,
(across the skies reflected in your pupils)
to find that star with your name on it,
and place it beneath my tounge

I'd bleed into an ashtray,
and mix it with the cigarette cinders,
and spread it across my eyes,
only to wash it away
(along with my sight).

- posted by Jonathan@ 6:52 PM

 
Did I want to. . . ? Yes. Did I want to. . . ? Yes. Did I want to. . . ? Yes. But was it because I. . . ? I don't know.

- posted by Jonathan@ 9:23 PM

 
Jon's 12 Step Plan to being Cool: Revised

1. Start reading good books.
2. Listen to Elvis Costello records.
3. Continue to wear black socks exclusively.
4. Wear sandals more often (minus the socks of course).
5. Hang out at coffee shops more often.
6. Play more shows with Fair Verona.
7. [empty space]
8. Play more dodgeball.
9. Wear tight SA sweatshirts (so as to be more emo).
10. Hang out at the Public Library.
11. Start a Taking Back Sunday cover band.
12. Learn to play the piano.

I think those are the ones I missed last time. Whatever though. On another note: Emo Bobby showed up at my house earlier today! Yeah, how cool is that? I actually just got off the phone with him too. He's invited me to go see Bright Eyes with him on Friday. I guess they're playing in Madison. I don't think I'm going to go though. I just don't have the cash. Did Bobby go to your house and invite you to the show? Oh, looks like you are unloved.

- posted by Jonathan@ 2:48 PM

 
So, yeah, prom was cool. I had lots of fun. I didn't know anyone besides Angela and "Dougie", but I had fun, and I taught those little private school kids how to dance. Well, maybe not, but I busted a groove. Or a move. Take your pick. The only dissapointment was that I couldn't stay longer. It almost seemed like I spent more time in the car than I actually did in Michigan. But I got to see my little baby nephew Lucas on Friday! And I got to see the season finale of Ed. Yes, it was that important. And me and Angie went thrifting. And my older brother Christopher (who you probably didn't even know existed) gave me an electric guitar. It's just a Strat, nothing special, but I'm happy. So he gets the Coolest Brother award. Hi to everyone who missed me over the weekend. What'd you do?

- posted by Jonathan@ 12:59 PM

 
Okay, so imagine me swearing like a sailor, shaking my fists, stomping my feet and doing every other motion I can do with my body that expresses: anger, frustration, and criminal intent, and then grabbing *person who frustrates me* and punching them in the head repeatedly until there is lots and lots of blood. Well, maybe just one punch in the head and no blood. You decide, but that's kind of how I'm feeling right now.

- posted by Jonathan@ 2:19 AM

 
Hey, sorry about that last post. I wasn't even in a bad mood or anything, I've just been thinking about that. I'm going to be gone this weekend because I'm going to prom in Michigan. You kids behave, I know I will. I always do.

- posted by Jonathan@ 12:23 PM