Letters to the past.

Dear Mason, circa 1997,

I apologize for calling "second first." I was childish and aimed to be cool and hip with the young crowd. In my defense, I blame Andrew Park--that conniving son of a bitch--him and his mule of plans to destroy our friendship; I say "NAY!" to his false ways and have finally come collected these many years to understand my mistakes. I do this in hopes that we can shake hands and forget what had happened that day. But, in all sincerity, I have forgotten much of what happened that day--possibly because of the many years' gap. Also, apologies to Andrew Park, he may not be a son of a bitch, but may have grown to be a fine latter day saint--or a conniving one--to that I am uncertain. But, I digress once more. Cheers, young/present Mason. For we have these days ahead of us to gossip and wallop about our young adversaries.

Your chap,
Jonathan Do

Lets shake hands!

In future posts--if I ever take a long time to add another message--I am NOT going to address every post with "I know I haven't posted anything in a while." But for now, I know I haven't posted anything in a long time. Hell, I don't think anyone even gets on here anymore. The only person who really reads this anymore is Kara, and that has done some troubles. *Hahaha* I kid I kid, but truth. Is it grammatically right to add asterisks to a laugh? Am I a grammarian now? A Linguist wouldn't give a shit. Let us be Linguists today then, shall we? My velum no likes the way me glottis works.

Is it just me or does blogger suck on account that I cannot change the primary email of my log in? Seeing how Blogger is associated with Google, I was told that a gmail account cannot be used as a primary log in, and why is that? Has the migration of account to servers done nothing for you? Why must I log out of my gmail account every time I am on blogger--seeing as I am on blogger all the time. *cough* If anyone can prove me wrong on my failed endeavor, then feel free to do so. Anyone listening out there? Hello? World? Alright I'm gonna get naked and shower now..........................................aaaannnddd the inside humor continues. Correction: lets be Brits, and rephrase: aaannnddd the inside humour continues. Most excellent indeed. What's that you say? The correction of my grammatical mistakes of the interpretation of BRITISH people--pardon my American tongue--is incorrect by your standards. My apologies, sires and madams, but we are merely Linguists today! *hahahaha* *Smokes pipe*

Anyways, it seems to me that I always end up typing on here out of frustration. In which I stand corrected when my Professor told me--in his knowledgeable-monotonous voice (it works but the two counteract one another)--that writing is best when invoked with rage, frustration, and grief, which leads me to agree that writing well can be the best revenge.

As for a usual, let's add a picture that will confuse and amaze. Thank you and good night.

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With wealth & fame comes uneasiness.
Kurt Cobain was there & had perfect aim.
I could easily do the same,
But my pockets are empty & I'm nameless
...Plus, I don't own a shot gun.

Let Us Start This Summer...With A Blog. *Objects Thrown At Speaker*

Recap:SchoolIsOverOldManHitMeCarGarrettIsGoingToBeAUni
GuitarLessonsJakeLikesChubbyCakeBoyBreakWindowMovedOut
WorkingALotJillLiesAboutBrettOrDoesShe?LakersVsCelticsFinals
IWantARondoJerseyIRCCarpoolMinusMeGraduateHighSchool
Shup'sPlaceIsUsuallyPrettyDirtyButHeClaimsIt'sOurDoingSo
BoycottMaybeNotLookInYourCarForMcD'sBreakfastBagsYouLike
It?StuStaplesSomethingSomethingWhatElse?...

Yup, an old man hit me as I was clearing an intersection. I think out of fear, and at that point, shaken from the whole fiasco, I didn't talk to the officer much in which he agreed that I [Jonathan Do] had the right of way. I do believe I was right, the light turned red as I looked up and you know how my manual skills are in 1st gear so I was prolly in the intersection for 2 seconds or so before moving. Evidence that could possibly, if not most likely, prove me right is that: 1) 2 seconds in the intersection. 2) There had been a truck stopped at the line on the opposite side of the road, in which secured my thoughts of "Yes, I can clear it now" 3) the intersection wasn't big seeing how the only lanes able to turn was mine because headed north bound would have been an off ramp. 4) To coincide with #3, the old man wasn't going too fast, giving him time to stop. And 5) He hit my rear passenger side showing yeah he ran a red. Now, let's see, I got hit March 9th. I had to go to a pre-trial, in which all that happened was "Tell us what you're doing. Do you want to pay the ticket now?" kind of deal. I set a bench trial for June 17th. I get a letter in the mail recently that my bench trial, as it may have been rescheduled, is not on September 13th. I was hoping to get this over with. Justice shit really takes a long time. I should just pay the damn $90 and get it over with but then my insurance would go up. Now, I'm not pissed about the ticket because of the old man and I have no intentions of getting him in trouble, but the damned officer did not know what the fuck he was doing. For Christ sake [Sorry, JC], he had me sign with a highlighter. I hope it'll be over soon.

Okay, now to what I was originally here for. So, for my final project in photo I picked the theme Portraiture. I've always meant to post them up just for fun and for people to see them and such because, let's face it, they're pretty nigh. Nigh as in nice, not near. Damn English folk. As I post these, I hope that Blogger doesn't have the same damned policy shit as Facebook. I hear that Facebook is able to take any of the photos you upload and use/sell them to their own benefit. Yeah, way to put that in the small print and benefit off someone else's work. They're prolly making lots of money off it. "Yeah, maybe. But at least I won't be unoriginal." Name that movie. Anywhoo, it was fun to finally get our Mason project underway. All that's left is to get a big sized print for above your fireplace. I also need a photo printer too. Yes, NEED not WANT. I'm looking at you, Mason. Communal Photo Printer? Oh, and kids can be great tattoo artists. Until, one draws a Penis Tiger.

Sorry, Kawa. I'll make you another Print.

Technology at it's finest...

Dear Diary and the well regulated world of the WWW,

Curse Blackboard and it's mandatory shutdowns every Sunday from 2am-10am. A boy, coming of age, rushes home to express his concerns and thoughts on the topic of Picture Books only to find that he is 15 minutes late after the shutdown of a course management system. Who needs a good shutdown? Does the site have people constantly working on it to help middle class, unfortunate children, where their only break from this pitiful, resentful society is on a damn Sunday at the strike of two where the big hand is on 12 and the little hand is at 2? Due to much frustration, that last sentence was complete run on. As Pooh Bear would say, "Oh Bother". After retyping the assignment, I'll be ready to send it off once again but worded differently and quite possibly with a little umph to it.

Maybe it was a good thing you did this to me oh cursed dubs B, but this grudge is held pretty close to the chest. Maybe in the morning I'll forgive you, but till then, as Taylor has written on the filth of my car, Fuck off.

Love, but also with much resentment,
Jonathan Do
Children's Literature
MW 8-8:50am

With an exception of the last post, I haven't posted anything for a LONG time.

Would you not agree? Well you all know that the problem was because my internet was down, which meant no alone time for Jon *coughcough*, and I was too lazy to post anything when I did have access to the world wide web via the Green household. But on a side note, I was also appalled to hear that a certain meddler, and this meddler/eavesdropper who has never taken the time out of there precious life to sit down and get to know me, thinks that I am a bad influence. Not only was I a bad influence but also my peers around me. Now, I would have to disagree with that comment but also point out the fact that Garrett DID make us *CoughSoundLikeWeWentToTheLustyLadyCough* and I DO have the mouth of Patrick Johnson or a younger Colin Farrel, Fuckin' drunk Irish. Grow some vocabulary? Perhaps. But in a place where you can openly judge a person ONLY by their blog, which in the first place is something that you can't be taking seriously at times, is pretty much out right. I would like to hope that people can learn from their judgements and actions and consider other possibilities in a situation before running their mouths and ruining many lives. And if not, then wake up. The world is no different.

I thought this was pretty funny, but also in a sense pretty genius. Batman and The Joker advertising pizza. I took these two pictures during the summer and thought I'd put them up now after saying I would for days on end, well until the summer was over. I get a text from Garrett right before a hookah run and tells me to bring my camera. He pics me up and first thing he starts laughing. He exclaims that The Joker is selling pizza and I'm already confused. But to get to the point, we had to get a picture of this and luckily I got a pretty good shot of The Joker while Garrett was turning at a light. Batman was pretty easy because we were stuck on a red turning right but anywhoo they were working their respective corners. I wonder if they got in a fight at the end to see who got the most supporters? They prolly did, and Catwomen and Harley Quinn were there and pizza sauce was just everywhere. You could only imagine the kinky outcome. Is that why I'm a bad influence?

Post #30, For Future Sake.

I haven't really been writing much, I've posted a bunch of pictures and videos but nothing about anything else. I was thinking about that how I should write every week just to keep the brain flowing but it's usually at night and I go to bed right after, mommy says I can't fall asleep at school or I won't learn anything. I should start writing in the mornings so it gets my day going and the thinking cap on or the brain cells working or something rather.

Ugh, I haven't posted a Bitch of the Week in forever. I think I'm gonna break away from the every week thing and just post them as they hit me. I just haven't been annoyed by anything serious to even give something the title of Bitch of the Week. But for some week, at some time in the past, Taylor should be Bitch of the Week if everyone in our group including Taylor himself agrees. Long story short because I know how you have to get back to your Facebooks and your Twittars and Suicide Girls and Victoria Silstedt: Playmate of the Year...Speaking of, Who is this years?........ah, Ida Ljungqvist. Strange name. Thanks Wiki.

Anywho, Taylor went and decided he would finish the second season of Avatar without us. Abel knew that if he left it there that Tay would do that but WE trusted him. We were gonna watch it as a FAMILY but NOOOO. Forgive and forget I guess. You're lucky this time....fucker..then I turn down the volume and turn off the TV. Hahaha we should just post things of Taylor moments. We can Roast him....or Garrett, That'd be more fun! I could say things like (oh, that ones too bad. Hint: It included Jill). But it's a fuckin' roast! That's how we talk! Haven't you seen my movies!

Well, all in all I just wanted to type and take my mind away from things like Ghosts, Aliens, Puppets, and Zombies, In which case in a Zombie invasion we'd either get the news from Jake or he goes first. But I'd like to think that if Jake dies from a zombie invation that Nate would hear his cry and inform us. At least I would like to think so....Jake, Buy a shotgun. You know, for zombies. JIC.

Speaking of zombies and puppets, this is a pretty creepy picture I took in Seattle. You think they know Chucky? *Shivers*