tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61034062011-04-21T16:57:32.400-04:00My Breath...My blog, my right, my thoughts, my sights. My pains, my gains, my days, my nights. My hard-fought struggle, my struggle to fight. My words, my rhymes, my deaths, my life. Don't complain to me about what I write. I write what I feel and intuition's always right. But since you're here, relax, take a seat, and listen up...Jonathannoreply@blogger.comBlogger4391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1159682651445342152006-10-01T02:03:00.000-04:002006-10-01T02:04:11.463-04:00I love you daddy.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1139036416640226762006-02-04T01:51:00.000-05:002006-02-04T02:00:16.653-05:00Wow, it sure has been a while since I last posted. So much has happened since then. I guess I was still 16 when I last posted, as it was the day before my birthday. But yeah, it really doesn't matter. What is there really to say?Meaghan and I are still together. We'll have been together for 9 months tomorrow. So there's a little something to be proud of. I really am in love with this girl, to Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1132428006483890762005-11-19T14:21:00.000-05:002005-11-19T14:20:06.496-05:00It feels a lot better going to OFSAA this year. I guess it's because this year, we made it on our own. We came first in the YRAA, and were guaranteed a spot. Last year, the only reason we made it was because the year before that, the YRAA did well, and so they could take 2 YRAA teams. But this year, we did it by ourselves.At the same time though, it somehow felt more exciting last year. It did, Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1132372642001191912005-11-18T22:58:00.000-05:002005-11-18T22:57:22.013-05:00OH BABY! Unionville is York Region Champion! OFSAA, here we come! 3 straight over Thornlea. Beautiful season boys!25-19, 25-20, 25-26Good night.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1132273627660123302005-11-17T19:28:00.000-05:002005-11-17T19:27:07.673-05:00Oh man, oh man, oh man! Volleyball Finals are tomorrow! I am so excited, it's crazy. If we win, we get to go to OFSAA, along with becoming the York Region Champions. Even if we lose, we still get the 2nd place medal, I believe, which is nice. But it's nothing compared to the gold, and the invites to OFSAA. Oh Lord, please help us win. Praying, praying, praying. Let's go get 'em boys!Amen.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1132025511094846732005-11-14T22:32:00.000-05:002005-11-14T22:31:51.106-05:00Rest in peace Eddie Guerrero. You were one of the greats, and it was only a matter of time before you were inducted. You will always be missed. God bless you.I never wrote anything for when Curtis died. I hadn't been using my blogger. So anyways, Curtis, though I didn't know you as well as I could have, I am sure you brought light into the lives of many, and just know that you are missed, and Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1130634941655717832005-10-29T21:16:00.000-04:002005-10-29T23:34:37.670-04:00Okay, so, we're ranked 1st in our Zone for Volleyball. I guess that's the 1st thing to be said. Unfortunately, the YRAA website has messed up some game results, and it says we're 2nd. We're clearly 1st, but hopefully that mistake will be corrected soon.I am doing horribly in school. I mean, my marks are...decent. But I just can't seem to pull everything together. My study habits have all gone to Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1130196497434386512005-10-24T19:29:00.000-04:002005-10-24T19:28:17.440-04:00Before I load my gun,Let me write your name on the bullet,So when they find me,They'll know you were the last thing that went through my head.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1127667923657444912005-09-25T13:06:00.000-04:002005-09-25T13:05:23.663-04:00Whoa nelly! It's been a long while since my last post. Dang, when I'm old and I read this, as was always intended, there's going to be large gaps in my story. Ah well. Um, let's see. What's been going on since last I wrote?Well there was this really confusing period where I didn't know whether or not I was on the Volleyball team or not. In the end however, being now, I am. So here's to my 3rd Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1125447068175192562005-08-30T20:12:00.000-04:002005-08-30T20:11:08.183-04:00Dang, it's been over a month since I last posted. Crazy. Let's see what I've been up to...Well, to get Summer School out of the way, I ended with a 90%. After I hit 93% or 94%, I started dropping fast and drastically. But I still got a 90% which leaves me strong heading into grade 12 and with a spare. Dang.Um, well, after that, I went to Hong Kong, before which, Meg and I spent as much time Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1121911520338941502005-07-20T22:07:00.000-04:002005-07-20T22:05:20.343-04:00To start, I would just like to say that my mark has risen. It's now a 92%, putting me 2nd in my class behind a 93%, and just ahead of a 91% and a couple of high 80s. I would also like to mention that there is something slightly weird about how Ms. Murtha puts in the marks. However, thus far, it has benefited me in every category, with exception to Application, and thus, I won't complain.Meg wroteJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1121823529217267952005-07-19T21:40:00.000-04:002005-07-19T21:38:49.223-04:00Okay, well, at Midterm, I was getting an 84%, not even a satisfactory mark, though Meg, and more than half of the rest of the world, hate me for saying so. Anyways, the next school day, however, my mark had miraculously risen 7% to a very satisfactory 91%. Yay!We're getting yet another mark update tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll have risen to a 92%, or maybe even a 93%! But to be honest, it's more Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1121657828180902622005-07-17T23:39:00.000-04:002005-07-17T23:37:08.186-04:00Time's been passing so quickly lately. Or, wait, no, let me rephrase. Or, I'll just start again.Summer is going by so quickly, and yet so slowly. Days at Summer School just drag on and on and on, but it's getting better. The workload SEEMS to be lightening. Of course, you never really know how much work you'll be getting until you get it. The nights, however, fly by as if they never happen, and Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1121302901366562672005-07-13T21:03:00.000-04:002005-07-13T21:01:41.373-04:00I don't want to say we've been having problems, because I'm not sure if that's what's been happening. I've been having problems, and every little thing just pisses me off. I don't know what to do about it. God, why is this happening to me? Everything just seems to be going wrong, and I want so badly just to be happy with you, the way we used to be. Why isn't it that easy?I love you. Why can't it Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1120617973722818842005-07-05T22:48:00.000-04:002005-07-05T22:48:04.086-04:00Happy 2 Months sweetheart! I love you.Well, there is a serious majority of Unionville kids at Milliken for English. Interesting. It isn't amazing, the course, but it's okay I guess. It's bearable.The other English class is doing Fifth Business. Sound familiar? Yeah? That's because I just did a Seminar and an Exam Essay on that novel. Darn it all!I think I'm allergic to something in the English Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1120363380693241822005-07-03T00:05:00.000-04:002005-07-03T00:03:00.700-04:00Okay, false alarm. Meg loves me, and I love her. Phew. Glad I got that figured out.My charm broke. Like, the cross on my necklace. Argh! It makes me quite angry. Or, not really angry; just frustrated. Anyways, luckily, when I was looking for Meg's present(s), I stumbled upon a nice charm, which I was thinking of getting, should my current one ever die on me. So it seems I will be getting it. Hmm.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1120332049778191012005-07-02T15:23:00.000-04:002005-07-02T15:20:49.813-04:00Why does something feel so wrong? I need to settle this soon, or else I'm going to go crazy. I should be happy she's home, but like I said, something doesn't feel right. Was it something I did? Or said? No, it couldn't've been. I haven't done or said anything to her for the past week. And a week ago, everything was fine. So then why does it feel like I'm going to lose her?...and if I don't Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1120280304462692412005-07-02T01:00:00.000-04:002005-07-02T00:58:24.466-04:00Meg's coming home tomorrow! Or, well, today actually, since it's 12:59 am. Ah well. YAY!Good night.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1120082189205092942005-06-29T17:55:00.000-04:002005-06-29T17:56:29.213-04:00Stupid Sarah bailed on me. Ugh, loser. Whatever. I'll go by myself. Hmph.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1120079190562748492005-06-29T17:08:00.000-04:002005-06-29T17:06:30.576-04:00Well, it should seem that I underestimated myself in every course. Even Drama, which is funny because I had little to no expectations anyways. So just to get Drama out of the way so that I can make a funky list like last time, I got 86%. I expected the usual 83%, but I got a 3% bonus. Nice.English - 86% (estimate) > 90% (actual) > 4% (diff.) [3rd after Danielle and Cassie]Biology - 90% (estimate)Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1119797185891118782005-06-26T10:48:00.000-04:002005-06-26T10:46:25.896-04:00...And just like that, she's gone. Or, really, she's still at home, and will be for at least another hour. But she still needs to finish packing, and I wanted her to spend time with her family before she left. So unless she calls me back before she leaves, she might as well have left already. I hate goodbyes.I'm wearing her ring, and as feminine as it is, I'm not taking it off until she comes Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1119796412101579282005-06-26T10:35:00.000-04:002005-06-26T10:33:32.136-04:00Ok, well, let's get the crap out of the way first. The Biology Exam was pretty decent. I'm pretty sure I'll stay above 90% in that course, hopefully. My English Exam was okay, I suppose. Taking into account that I didn't exactly do much to prepare for it, I will not be disappointed. Of course, I only wanted to stay above 85% in that course anyways, so whatever.I know I say I've failed a lot of Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1119047928690109292005-06-17T18:41:00.000-04:002005-06-17T18:38:48.696-04:00Well, as far as I know, here are my marks going into my Biology and Physics Exams (English has yet to be given):Biology: 91.85% (subject to a maximum of a 0.10% increase)Physics: 91.92%English: 87.00% (subject to a maximum of a 2.00% change)Now, would someone like to explain to me how I am doing better in Physics than I am in Biology? That's just whack. But at the same time, as I was planning to Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1118891189095990472005-06-15T23:08:00.000-04:002005-06-15T23:06:29.130-04:00It seems I have once again been shrugging off my blogging duties. You'd think that with only 3 more days of school left before exams, I would be freaking out and using every last second of it to study, but I'm really not that worried. Not because I'm acing every course, but just because I'm not. I just, like, I'm kind of studying my old Biology stuff now, but I'm not too stressed, which is Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1118093818425462282005-06-06T17:39:00.000-04:002005-06-06T17:36:58.430-04:00"I feel like that girl from Save The Last Dance and how she starts dating the black guy and all those black girls are like, 'You stole the only good black guy!'""Are you saying I'm black?""No. But all these Asian girls keep staring at me!"Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1117949398877735372005-06-05T01:32:00.000-04:002005-06-05T01:29:58.886-04:00It's been a month! And I'm still feeling prime about it all. Meaghan had dinner with my family yesterday and it was pretty darned good. My mother took the pleasure of siding with Meaghan and torturing the crap out of me. But at least they like her. I would have to say that's the best part.I still sometimes worry about Meg's mom. Or, I don't worry about her. I worry about whether or not she still Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1117857212795600662005-06-03T23:56:00.000-04:002005-06-03T23:53:32.800-04:00I once said that in giving someone your heart, you give them the ability to build you up, and tear you down. I always felt so safe with Meg, so when the worst part of tonight happened, I didn't have any defenses to shield myself. I wouldn't even call it a fight, because it wasn't. It was more once comment, which may or may not have been a joke, that just kind of broke me apart. Anyways, it's not Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1117510081605243052005-05-30T23:30:00.000-04:002005-05-30T23:29:16.460-04:00"It was an emergeny, but you wouldn't pick up your stupid phone, and I called you like three times but you still wouldn't pick up, and it was a REALLY big emergency!""Okay, sorry. So what's wrong?""I missed you..."Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1117492846465274702005-05-30T18:43:00.000-04:002005-05-30T18:40:46.470-04:00I feel like the biggest procrastinator in the world. It's starting to reflect in my marks too. Or, well, okay, so that was a lie. I mean, I just got perfect on a Physics Quiz a little while ago, but at the same time, it turns out I only got an 82% on my Pig Quiz in Biology, and that makes me sad.Okay, time to try and study then I guess.Ciao.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1117341392994115202005-05-29T00:39:00.000-04:002005-05-29T00:36:33.023-04:00Today, as in the 28th, can simply be labeled one of the most amazing days in my life. And I didn't do any studying or homework. I didn't train for any sports or win any championships. I didn't even do anything artistic. I just spent the day with one of the most wonderful people in my life at the moment. I can't even really explain what makes her so great, but she just is.Tomorrow, as in the 29th,Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1116888970069944312005-05-23T18:58:00.000-04:002005-05-23T18:56:10.073-04:00Well, it seems that my original goal to give 'future-me' something to look back on and laugh at as been overshadowed by my new goal to get good enough grades so that there will be a 'future-me' worth showing this journal to. However, in working much harder for my future, I have also neglected my journal. So there will be little to show the worthy 'future-me'. So it's like a vicious cycle of Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1115955656482991592005-05-12T23:40:00.000-04:002005-05-12T23:59:30.506-04:00Meeting the parents of your girlfriend, no matter how long you've been going out, is scary. Actually, I was stupid enough to get my hopes up and lower my defenses when I saw how laid back Meg's mom was. Meg's dad was really cool too, but he actually sat me down (Meg and Dani were in the room too) and asked me stuff. Actually, he was really laid back about most things, or, really, everything. Or, Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1115345679267143352005-05-05T22:14:00.000-04:002005-05-12T23:47:32.226-04:00Once again, it's been one heck of a good week at least since I posted. Good as in long, as opposed to exactly good. However, today IS May 5, '05, and at two points today, it was 5:05, meaning for 2 seconds today, it was 05:05/05/05/05. Interesting, no?Man, it's been a while. Simply saying that kills a handful of birds at a time, and it's great, because really, I should be studying for Biology. Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1114841120984783072005-04-30T02:04:00.000-04:002005-04-30T02:05:20.986-04:00Man, something weird is definitely going on in my life right now. I can't really even, like, discuss it, just because of the horribly confusing nature of it all. I'm doing fine in school again. This past week was pretty stressful, but I made it through and in about 3 more weeks, I'll be able to relax.Man, some of the dreams I've been having. I mean, they've been good dreams, fun dreams, but Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1114143285880382682005-04-22T00:14:00.000-04:002005-04-22T00:14:45.880-04:00Never leave home without a pen. Man, I thought I'd've learned my lesson at the Semi, but no. No, I had to forget again. And this time, my lady friend was gorgeous. I mean, geez. I'm so angry at myself. ANGER! Anyways, I guess I'll just find her tomorrow, or ask one of her friends.Ciao.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1113680344499649812005-04-16T15:39:00.000-04:002005-04-16T15:39:04.500-04:00Oh man, yesterday was crazy amazing! I'm talking about Cabaret by the way. Man, I didn't know I had a group of such amazingly musically talented friends. I think this calls for many massive karaoke nights! Oh man, it was just great. Eventhough I missed Alex's birthday party, and didn't get any work done whatsoever, I count it a night well spent. Thanks for a beautiful night Markham.By the Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1113680070861651102005-04-15T17:55:00.000-04:002005-04-16T15:34:30.860-04:00A year ago today, I met someone who, over a period of about 2 days, became one of the closest things to me. As the months went by, and our phone calls became ridiculously long, we became better friends than either of us would've imagined at the beginning. I don't think we even made it to half a year before we started breaking apart. Our 14 hour long conversations quickly cut to 4, then 1, then Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1113528284246916982005-04-14T21:24:00.000-04:002005-04-14T21:24:44.246-04:00Uh, well, it's not exactly that I'm disappointed, or, well, I am. Let's just get it out of the way to start; I came 4th in the Areas. The only comfort I have is that we came 4th behind 3 teams with club players. And I guess if they're willing to spend about 6 extra hours a week practicing, and I'm not, I can't complain about losing. So the season's over for me, but I have to keep going to Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1113104531158208582005-04-09T23:42:00.000-04:002005-04-09T23:42:11.160-04:00Uh, sorry, I forgot to mention the whole rest of the team in my blog before. Uh, we really didn't do too badly this year.Boys' Singles: 1st and 2ndBoys' Doubles: 1st and 4thGirls' Singles: 3rd (I think)Girls' Doubles: 3rdMixed Doubles: 1st and 3rdHowever, that's nowhere near as good as we did last year.Boys' Singles: 1st and 2ndBoys' Doubles: 1st and 2ndGirls' Singles: 2nd and 3rdGirls' Doubles: Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1113086441957886992005-04-09T18:40:00.000-04:002005-04-09T18:40:41.960-04:00Okay, I am seriously starting to hate Drama. It is definitely the biggest waste of time on my schedule at the moment, and I can not stand it. I am pissed off about being forced to go to some show to write a response about it. There's a reason I never go to theatre shows, and maybe, just maybe, it's because I don't like to take the time to get tickets and all that crap. Now I actually have to findJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1113085946754021912005-04-09T18:32:00.000-04:002005-04-09T18:32:26.756-04:00This is just some saved entries from a couple of days ago when I was, for some reason, unable to post anything. So here you go.Well, today, once the guys were dismissed early from Jazz, Val, Rob and I went to a practice room and just took turns solo-ing to songs. Anyways, after a while, Val had to leave, so Rob decided to teach me how to do Jazz solos. I don't know, it's weird. I mean, I can do Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1112566361733715952005-04-03T18:12:00.000-04:002005-04-03T18:12:41.733-04:00Badminton seems to be shaping up nicely. The word's already out that we're going to be snagging titles left and right. And for once, Mike and I are pretty cool off the court. I mean, we've always been tight when we're playing, but we usually just piss eachother off outside tournaments and such. But we seem to be really cool now. Gives me a lot more confidence in our chances of getting to Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1112316305171550642005-03-31T19:45:00.000-05:002005-03-31T21:31:20.360-05:00Today was pretty relaxed for me. I mean, got to school at regular time, warmed up a couple of times, got on a bus to Central Peel S.S., waited a little while, warmed up again, sang, got notes from some professional singer from Seattle, Washington, got lunch, and then sat around listening to people doing Jazz. Only the Humber College group was really impressive. Everyone else was...decent.Anyways,Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1112153397464148412005-03-29T22:30:00.000-05:002005-03-29T22:29:57.466-05:00I just watched Ladder 49. It was pretty sad. Oh boy. Reasons I'm too pussy to be a fire fighter I guess...Uh, in other news...man my heart still kind of hurts. Darn it. Anyways, Aurora cancelled their game against us tomorrow. Ah well. We still have a tournament next Friday, so I guess it's all good.Jazz Festival is in 2 days. Let's see if we can get something good going. Uh, to be honest, I Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1111906385634465512005-03-27T01:53:00.000-05:002005-03-27T01:53:05.636-05:00"Forgiveness is God's greatest gift."Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1111901690116051932005-03-27T00:35:00.000-05:002005-03-27T01:53:49.093-05:00Today, as in the 26th, was not too great of a day. Or, well, parts of it were good, and parts of it were really bad. Details aren't important. I don't actually remember what happened this morning. Dinner was disastrous. Everything after was pretty okay. My temper is starting to get a little out of hand. I don't really understand it. I mean, I should have it under control. It's been...a while Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1111640112222385822005-03-23T23:55:00.000-05:002005-03-23T23:55:12.223-05:00Made the Badminton team today, like, I mean I was always on the team, but I actually secured my Doubles spot. What a weight off my back. And Kevin, arguably (only because of Aaron) the best player on our team, wants jerseys and jackets for the team, and I'm pretty sure it's going to happen this year, so it's SICK! Yes!Anyways, other than the jersey/jacket part of the practice/tryout, Mike and I Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1111464378263852862005-03-21T23:06:00.000-05:002005-03-21T23:06:18.276-05:00Stress is building once again. I had stupidly assumed that the extra time given on my Physics Unit Test was evidence of a more relaxed future. I was wrong. Here are my present challenges, which, may I add, are very challenging. Or, well, some of them are. I'll rate them as I go along.-Make the Badminton team (slightly challenging)-Make the Track and Field team (not challenging)-Quit the Jazz Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1111371239261984282005-03-20T21:14:00.000-05:002005-03-20T21:13:59.263-05:00Last day of the break. I don't really know what to say. I don't want to go back. The March Break is too short. I'm way behind in all sorts of crap. Crap.Man, this sucks.Ciao.P.S. I'm getting my haircut. Yay.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1111214554605628582005-03-19T01:43:00.000-05:002005-03-19T01:45:12.926-05:00Today, I went downtown with Linna and all of the Churchill, or more currently Woburn, kids. Man, it was the best slightly influenced/peer-pressured decision I've ever made. Not only did I get to spend hour upon hour with this long lost friend of mine, I also got to catch up with all my childhood friends, who, by the way, have ended up becoming amazingly cool people. I mean seriously, I wasn't Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1111037308127907572005-03-17T00:28:00.001-05:002005-03-17T00:48:13.910-05:00Now, looking back, I'm not exactly sure who I was trying to fool. I'm not sure if it was myself, and if it was, whether it was for me, for my parents, my brother. I don't know. To be honest, it was a lot easier pretending I was perfect. I guess a lot of it was just a way out. A way out of...what? I set amazing goals for myself, goals that a lot of people reach. I don't know if I can do it. I wantJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1110432269930072022005-03-10T00:25:00.000-05:002005-03-10T00:24:29.930-05:00Do you ever get the feeling you're getting mixed messages, and interpreting them entirely wrong? I kind of have that feeling. I don't like this uncertainty. Frick. I wish you'd just come out and say it like you used to say you would if you did. That is, if you do. Huh.Semi was cool. I realize I should've wrote about this last time, but I didn't. Boo hoo. Emily was there, everything was Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1110138149462395522005-03-06T14:43:00.000-05:002005-03-06T14:42:29.466-05:00I had the weirdest dream between 9:00 AM and 2:00 PM. There was like something bad going on between my Godsister and I, and our parents decided the only to way to settle it was for us to fight. Man, I need to stop thinking about fighting. Anyways, there was this long wait period, and I can't remember what I did during then. Anyways, at some point, someone yells "Teenie's home!", and I headed to Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1110089847357501582005-03-06T01:18:00.000-05:002005-03-06T01:17:27.356-05:00Frick man. Something's going seriously wrong in my head. Well, actually, that works on 2 levels. Let's take it one by one.I can't seem to follow through with my plans. Those of you who know what I'm talking about can relate. Like seriously, I was like half a second away last night, and even when I was that close, I still couldn't. I am seriously messed up. But I guess the good that comes out of Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1109975044803662002005-03-04T17:24:00.000-05:002005-03-04T17:24:04.806-05:00Well, approximately an hour until Semi. I'm not as excited as I thought I'd be. Actually, half of me doesn't really want to go. Oh well. The ticket's been bought. Might as well eat the food.On a more important note, Volleyball sweaters came in today, and MAN are the sweet! And they're so soft too. Wee!Ms. Eckersley also continues to prove why she is the best teacher in the world. I showed her my Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1109892328485040262005-03-03T18:26:00.000-05:002005-03-03T18:25:28.486-05:00Okay, there has definitely been a change in the world's greatest, and my personal favourite, teacher. Drumroll, please. MS. ECKERSLEY!!! She is honestly the best teacher in the entire universe. At first, I really thought she was just playing the nice card to get us to like her, but she's really just amazing.Today, I was indecisive about what to take in Summer School: English, being a prerequisiteJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1109822868329991322005-03-02T23:08:00.000-05:002005-03-02T23:07:48.330-05:00Well, life's been pretty good lately. Really stressful though. Did the whole suicidal, wish-I-was-dead thing Sunday. What a waste of time.I'm doing pretty well in school. Averaging over 90 in all my courses, except Drama, but that's kind of out of my hands.Badminton, well, I've stopped stressing out about that. In all essences, there should be no question who makes the 2nd Boys' Doubles team. I Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1109469116634838712005-02-26T20:52:00.000-05:002005-02-26T20:51:56.636-05:00I feel like spilling my heart out on this journal, but somehow, I can't. So instead, in the steady, calculated tone I know too well, I will abandon my dream of being a passionate writer, and write about The Pact not in the way I wished I could, but instead in the only way I know how. Of course, I will TRY to be passionate about it. I wonder if it'll work.It's hard to imagine reading about passionJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1109451128513218692005-02-26T15:52:00.000-05:002005-02-26T15:52:08.516-05:00It's been a while again. Sorry. You must know what grade 11's like. Or, well, what it's like when you're an aspiring Kinesiologist, as opposed to some sorry bum who's just waiting to drop out. Anyways, yeah. Let's continue on, shall we?I have come to the realization that natural talent is not necessarily enough to get you on all the teams you want to be on when you're in your senior years. I Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1109026536712172242005-02-21T17:56:00.000-05:002005-02-21T17:55:36.716-05:00Despite much complaint on my part about school and how hard it is, I can't help but gloat about my marks from 9er year to now after getting this Credit Counseling Summary from these Guidance people. Okay, check this out, from highest to lowest marks, and in chronological order when there is a tie for marks (D=U, P=M):10 U English - 95%11 U Chemistry - 95%10 O Drama - 93%10 U History - 92%10 U Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1108866131298044282005-02-19T21:22:00.000-05:002005-02-19T21:22:11.300-05:00Ah, just drove a little beauty called the Mercedes Benz CLK. God, that's a smooth ride. It's my Godfather's by the way, in case any of you are wondering how I got my hands on one. The only thing I don't like is that you've got to be a lot heavier on the pedals. Then again, I'm used to driving Japanese cars, and that's just the way German vehicles are made. Oh well. I'll get used to it.AnywaysJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1108784096204025532005-02-18T22:35:00.000-05:002005-02-18T22:34:56.206-05:00Lately, I've been catching myself mindlessly hitting on my friends' girlfriends. Ugh, it's horrible, but slightly amusing. Somehow, people who aren't available suddenly become more attractive, and also, quite a lot easier to talk to. Oh well. Haha, hopefully no one's reading this that would take offence...especially my boys, and/or their girlfriends...I hate BubBles. The way that was written Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1108524629959009862005-02-15T22:31:00.000-05:002005-02-15T22:30:29.963-05:00It's like I don't even have time for anything anymore. It's sick. I mean, obviously I do, but I have such a lengthy cool down period it's not even funny. Everything I do takes so much out of me and it takes so much resting to get even part of my energy back. It's sick.My days, nowadays, consists of sleeping, eating, homework/studying, and training/sports in that order. Is it odd that I have naps Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1108269831269463652005-02-12T23:44:00.000-05:002005-02-13T00:58:04.136-05:00Last night was host of one of the freakiest things that have ever happened to me. I'm going to be really vague with my descriptions of the happening, just because of the nature of it. So hopefully, I'll still remember what happened when I look back on this and I can laugh at myself.Basically, I was talking to this friend of a friend of a friend of mine. Her writing pattern was different and all. Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1108175101813878282005-02-11T21:25:00.000-05:002005-02-11T21:25:01.816-05:00It seems the Raptors are about to lose again. We're down like 15 points right now, or something like that. Oh well.I don't know if I've had a chance to talk about the new semester, but here goes:1st period - BiologyI've had a handful of people tell me that Mrs. Tran (aka Ms. Lai) is a bad teacher, and that all she does is basically make us take notes. So far, she hasn't proven me wrong, but I Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1107671050494400722005-02-06T01:10:00.000-05:002005-02-06T01:24:10.493-05:00Well, today was probably one of the most disappointing days in memory. The surprise birthday party, however, was a great success. But other than that, pure, non-filtered disappointment. I didn't even have to ask any questions. It's almost as bad as being shot down, except at least there wasn't any shooting, and I'm the only one who knows anything about it. Plus Lauren. Haha, I'll have to tell herJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1107539483568431022005-02-04T12:52:00.000-05:002005-02-04T12:51:23.566-05:00Okay, I had another weird dream. Good Lord, they've got to stop. I mean, they're kind of cool and all, but they're just like those death dreams I used to have. I keep freaking out and waking up, and it's really not helpful. Anyways: Note: I think the reasoning behind why I had this dream is simply that Armageddon was the last movie Myles and I watched. We didn't sleep until like 4 hours later, Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1107473983536494232005-02-03T18:40:00.000-05:002005-02-03T18:39:43.536-05:00First, a quick recap of what I got on my exams: I to ASP: not quite sure, but I ended up with a 87% final, which is completely fine with me. Math: 96.5%, which should've been a 98.8% because I made 2 STUPID mistakes on the scantron. On one, I wrote out the equations and everything. The only problem is that after all my calculations, I wrote the fraction upside down, then circled the wrong answer,Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1107368434075729502005-02-02T13:21:00.000-05:002005-02-02T13:30:22.646-05:00Okay, well, as usual, I have these weird dreams, but um, yeah. I had like multiple dreams tonight. Only one was really memorable. The one right after that I don't even really remember that much. The only thing I remember about it was that that song was playing in the background. You know, the one that goes, "Memories, light the corners of my mind. Misty water-coloured memories, of the way we wereJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1107326983837133242005-02-02T01:50:00.000-05:002005-02-02T01:49:43.836-05:00I haven't listened to my Ray Charles CD in too long. Agh. Practice today was great except for the fact that I personally thought I sucked. Anthony says otherwise, which is cool. So I'm just going to pretend that I actually am fine, and suck it up. The thought of the amount of physical...stuff I'll have to tomorrow makes me kind of want to wretch. However, in the spirit of athleticism, I will Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1107233666368972502005-01-31T23:55:00.000-05:002005-01-31T23:54:26.366-05:00Man, I don't know what's going on. It seems I've been getting really lazy these days. Either that or I've just lost the love for writing in an online journal. I really don't want me brother to be in the AY Drama program. I afraid he'll turn out like the average drama student. Sports is a big part of my life, and it's a bigger part of his life, so you can only imagine how much both of us want himJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1106859651457178342005-01-27T15:57:00.000-05:002005-01-27T16:00:51.456-05:00Quickie. I had this really weird dream. Man, it was sad. I don't really remember some parts to well. At one point, there were all these 'special' kids on my main floor, and someone was flooding the house to kill them all. And one of the girls said, "Why are they trying to kill us?" and this other girl, who I guess was like the 'leader' or whatever said, "It's because we're special." and they allJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1106808157365834562005-01-27T01:39:00.000-05:002005-01-27T01:49:06.986-05:00Well, it seems I've been given another little break. At 1:26 in the morning! It seems like this week has been dragging on and on, so it seems like forever since I last posted. I think it's only been 2 or 3 days. So that's not too bad. Math was really getting to me. I know none of you have ever seen me like really angry, but I got REALLY angry, and it was because of Math. I mean, who gets mad at Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1106441302212613502005-01-22T19:45:00.000-05:002005-01-22T19:48:22.213-05:00Okay, just another little quickie. My Tamagotchi died the Sunday before last. That was, um, the 9th. It made me sad. It was at the 7th generation. Man, I was planning to keep it alive for forever! But I fell asleep because I was sick, and I'd been neglecting it a lot because of being sick, and Showtime, and when I woke up, it was dead. Blah! Also, we're getting our Volleyball sweaters probably Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1106371935749255692005-01-22T00:29:00.000-05:002005-01-22T00:32:15.750-05:00Okay, quick little thing while I'm breaking from studying Math. I was watching Justice League Unlimited, and there are these 2 superheroes, right? Anyways, their real names are Hank and Don, and their superhero names are Hawk and Dove. Anyways, they both have these killer outfits, except Dove's is a like kind of pansy-like. They're pretty much the same, except Hawk is red and white, and Dove is Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1106196951054273982005-01-19T23:52:00.000-05:002005-01-19T23:55:51.053-05:00Sometimes, I wish I were in a position where I could just disappear for a little while, like maybe a handful of days, I don't know. I think it'd be relaxing. But life's hectic now, and so much needs to be done. Exams are coming up, and I've been slacking so much. I've got what seems like so much time, and even though I know it's just over a week, I'm wasting it away like I've got eternity on my Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1105856771866152502005-01-16T01:23:00.000-05:002005-01-16T01:26:11.866-05:00I'm sick again. I was sick from Friday to Wednesday, and Thursday was the only day when I really felt pretty good. Then yesterday, or well, whatever. Friday, I got sick again. Darn it! Falcons beat the crap out of St. Louis. Haha. How could the Raptors lose to the 76ers?! I actually got a lot of work done today. I'm quite happy. And I seemed to have gotten all the new Math stuff down. So I'm Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1105668946025028182005-01-13T21:12:00.000-05:002005-01-13T21:15:46.026-05:00Well, joined Jazz Choir today, and it was GREAT! As for Math, not so great. I seriously can't take much more of it. Maybe I shouldn't take Discrete Math next year. I mean, I probably will end up taking it, but this is pretty ridiculous. I just got to catching up, and already, I have no idea what the frick is going on. Maybe I just need some sleep. At least it's almost over. This is why Science Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1105571517736447602005-01-12T18:09:00.000-05:002005-01-12T21:36:11.560-05:00Alright boys and girls, because it's been nearly a week since my last entry, well, here's a new one. Man, I feel like I'm neglecting this poor journal of mine. I'm going to look back one day and say, "My aching bones, where did that week go?" To be honest, where it went, was to bed, and to the Markham Theatre for Showtime, back and forth, giving me very little time to heal. Anyways, I guess the Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1105072403553735922005-01-06T23:30:00.000-05:002005-01-06T23:33:23.553-05:00Okay, well, tonight was a disaster. The only partially good part about tonight is that I finally got my cop outfit. Other than that, well, it really wasn't all bad. Actually, only 3 parts were bad. Firstly, I completely forgot to go on Scene 2, Act II, which, thank God, and Brock, Brock covered for (THANK YOU). Anyways, I talked to Michelle a couple of minutes ago about it, and I'm not sure Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1104813993218736262005-01-03T23:43:00.000-05:002005-01-03T23:46:33.216-05:00So what if I kind of miss you? Actually, the answer to that is very simple, and it's that when I'm with you, life is either Heaven, or complete Hell. I have half a mind thinking that the only reason your face even surfaces above the crowd in my vision is because I find you quite attractive, and attractive females always stick out of the crowd. The question is whether or not I even want you as a Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1104616821467995002005-01-01T16:57:00.000-05:002005-01-01T17:00:21.466-05:00HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVERYBODY!!! And to celebrate the new year, I've decided to start it off with a nice little quote: "Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud; love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; love does not keep a record of wrongs; love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth. Love never gives up; and its faith, hope, and patience never fail. Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1104535199575420032004-12-31T18:17:00.000-05:002004-12-31T18:19:59.576-05:00In the short time I have before leaving, I decided to have a thought: The only reason anyone ever gets sad, or angry, or depressed, or whatever, is because something's been taken from them. Like, the only reason people here feel so sorry for people in 3rd world countries is because we have so much, and we're looking at people with so little. I'm betting people in 3rd world countries don't feel Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1104453614956338882004-12-30T19:37:00.000-05:002004-12-30T19:40:14.956-05:00Well, before my post was so rudely deleted, on which I blame Cassie's stupid Mac, I was writing about a new edition to my list of people who read my blog, which is pretty cool. Man, I'm so out of it. I'm so near passing out. In an attempt to resurrect last night's post, here are some things I believe I wrote: -I learned Evan's song in the hopes of applying my 'amazing' lyrics-writing ability to Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1104382013908521422004-12-29T23:46:00.000-05:002004-12-29T23:46:53.906-05:00I wrote a post, but it got deleted. Stupid Mac. Just about a couple of things and how stuff is kind of funky now. No worries. I'll redo it tomorrow. Ciao.Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1104107947395187622004-12-26T19:36:00.000-05:002004-12-26T19:39:07.396-05:00Because Chris Martin has such an amazing influence on me... THREE NAMES YOU GO BY (other than the obvious): 1. J 2. Jam 3. Jonny Angel THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD: 1. Jon 2. No Pain - No Gain 3. Jam Session 5 THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: 1. I have a pretty strong conscience and morale beliefs. 2. I excel in the 3 A's (Academics, Athletics, and Arts). 3. There is never any doubt Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1104099895952116182004-12-26T17:22:00.000-05:002004-12-26T18:55:15.213-05:00MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Okay, so I missed it. My bad. But a lot of stuff's been going on, you know? The 24th and 25th I spent with my family, and now that it's Boxing Day, the 26th, I'm on the internet chilling with Lauren, who, by the way, is very sweet. And very attractive. And she and her boyfriend broke up 2 weeks ago. Is this a sign? You know what I've come to find extremely attractive in womenJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1103912160448270152004-12-24T13:13:00.000-05:002004-12-24T13:17:42.666-05:00In the spirit of scheduling, and in hopes that I will be better organized in the coming week, here are my plans for the rest of the break: * means possibly free at some point in the day Friday: -Family night -Perhaps start homework Saturday: -More family time -Definitely start homework Sunday*: -Vince crashing here (?) Monday*: -Vince crashing here (?) Tuesday*: -Sebastian and family coming overJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1103868398400492742004-12-24T01:04:00.000-05:002004-12-24T01:06:38.400-05:00I beat Jak 3 in 12 hours and 42 minutes. I beat Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Stone, in 3 days, and it took me 4 to beat Jak II. But to be fair, it technically took me 2 days to beat Jak 3. It was fun, and it tied up many loose ends, but, you know, I could probably find a lot of faults in the story line if I wanted to. But it's such a nice game, and the story line's too confusing to really get toJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1103418172149172242004-12-18T20:00:00.000-05:002004-12-18T20:02:52.150-05:00Because of a certain thing called 'archiving', I am able to deliver you this post. Last year, during the month of December, I was... -in my love-hate relationship with Dana -obsessing over having to return my maroon, #5, Junior Volleyball jersey -angry with my clown group -loving Showtime -hating women on a whole -connected to Matt through a series of unfortunate, female-related, events Whoa, Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1103332436812751212004-12-17T20:11:00.000-05:002004-12-17T20:13:56.813-05:00Quick post: 14th way to say 'I love you': Iranian - Man douset daram (thanks Nat) Going to Myles' again. Again. Huh. Man, I really need to invite the guy over. I'm starting to feel kind of guilty... Ciao. Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1103258285455289422004-12-16T23:36:00.000-05:002004-12-16T23:38:05.456-05:00Didn't get to talk to Nat today, which basically means I'm still at 13 languages. Oh well. That show, Ready Or Not, on YTV, is really funny, and somewhat educational. Well, educational if you're like 11. My mom's asleep, so I need to make this fast, take a shower, and sleep. Tomorrow's the last day of school before Winter Break! Woo! Neil wants to get Volleyball sweaters and as soon as he Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1103174918394991152004-12-16T00:26:00.000-05:002004-12-16T00:28:38.393-05:00Well, I have this inexplicably huge urge to speak to Natalia in hopes that she will tell me what 'I love you' in Polish is again. Crap! Well, we were playing Badminton, and my brother left his shirt in the gym, and this janitor lady...well, she was mean. Not much else to say. But what I do have to say is about Christmas, or at least the spirit of it. I don't completely understand why people who Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1103146813368989372004-12-15T16:38:00.000-05:002004-12-16T23:29:37.666-05:0013 Ways To Say "I Love You" By: Jonathan K. Lam *Please correct spelling if found: English - I love you French - Je t'aime Spanish - Te queiro Italian - Ti amo Romanian - Te iubesc Armanian - Kezi shot em sirou German - Ich liebe dich Russian - Ya tsebya yublu Polish - Kocham chem Greek - Sago po Cantonese - Ngo oi lay Mandarin - Wo ai nee Japanese - Ai shiteru To be added on to/corrected Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1103079759735857512004-12-14T22:00:00.000-05:002004-12-14T22:02:39.736-05:00I crashed my mom's car today. Or, well, I didn't REALLY crash it. I rear ended some old Chinese guy, and there wasn't even a scratch on his car. My license plate got a bit dented though, and the plate protector pretty much blew up. Argh. Oh well. At least now I'm not as cocky and I'll take more care when driving. Man. School was school. Mrs. Mitchell talked to me and Vince for skipping her classJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1102896985444024952004-12-12T19:14:00.000-05:002004-12-12T19:16:25.443-05:00There's a difference between forgiveness, and holding on to something so long dead, and so painful to keep. This...relationship of ours is so pointless. We keep eachother's company only to get mad at eachother. So why have a relationship at all? Yesterday, I watched this horrible movie, but it had this one good line. This Mexican woman said, "How can you love something that isn't your blood?" Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1102885448489831482004-12-12T16:02:00.000-05:002004-12-12T16:04:08.490-05:00Okay, yesterday, I woke up at like 6 in the morning so that I could go to my brother's Volleyball tournament. Prior to the, I went to sleep at 3, angry. 1, that's only 3 hours of sleep, and 2, I never sleep well angry, and I'm always tired after being angry. Basically, I was really tired. To make things worse, the teams weren't all that good, and there were only 2 decent girls; one of them lookedJonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1102752792789153162004-12-11T03:11:00.000-05:002004-12-11T03:13:12.790-05:00This post will prove to need more restraint than I want to put up at the moment. However, restraint is quite an important quality of a person these days, and I know how restraining I can be, so: I am completely sick and tired of all your crap. You as in Stephanie Alice Andrei. I give you chance after chance after chance, and all you seem to be able to do is find a crack in my underside, no Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1102741654341175252004-12-11T00:05:00.000-05:002004-12-11T03:16:24.863-05:00Well, we're done with Shakespeare. And that's the end of that thought. I don't know if I mentioned this, but I assumed that when my schedule change said "11U Biology: Tran", it meant that I didn't get my ex-swim coach Ms. Li. Well, I talked to her today and it turns out that SHE is Mrs. Tran. She completely forgot to tell me she decided to take her husband's name after she got married, and I Jonathannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6103406.post-1102651065186890652004-12-09T22:55:00.000-05:002004-12-09T22:57:45.186-05:00Because I can, because Chris had it on his LJ, and because I'm bored and wasting away my life as I tend to do... INTRO: +wearing: Red dress shirt, black t-shirt, black dress pants, black socks (I just had a Shakespeare show, which explains only the dress pants and socks). +in my mouth: Everything that's supposed to be plus perhaps some BBQ chips crumbs. +wishing I was: Not single, healthier, Jonathannoreply@blogger.com