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's Catch Up...Shall We? I've Got Candeeee

Fuck (unnecessary, trust me) where to begin? I've been busy busy busy with school. Well, more so pretty lazy than anything. My hair is growing long to the point where it either gets in the way or decides to puncture my retina, proclaiming I look like "High school-emo Jon and how this length suites a younger, more ambitious, nerd and/or skater."

Anywhoo, school has been good so far. Minus that week where I was cursed with bad luck and started drifting into a stage of panic with school [and the unforeseen cancellation of Brand new and Manchester Orchestra]. So far, in Children's Literature, I haven't read two books but recently have been on track with the recent readings. I couldn't believe I can finish a book in less than a day but I did, AND payed attention while doing so. I'm really enjoying this reading business and think I'll either take up a book club or take more classes where we will discuss novels and literature, I may seem uneducated in these topics (or any topic as many who have taken classes with me have known) but I am down with listening to other's opinions. I'm sure the movie is great but if anyone is interested, read Bridge to Terabithia. It's a good quick read having it be a "Young Adult" novel.

Photo has been great! I love Whitney! *High fives to Alex and Garrett* And I've been having fun in the lab and out on the Photo Adventures. I like some of the photo's I've taken, though my Minolta x-9 is no help at all. You think Forster's would have fixed the damned thing by now but I guess they're just fuckin' with me and now it's taking forever but I'll be patient with Abel's film camera for now. Just hope Forster's doesn't charge me any additional costs from their $80+ they've taken from my family. You happy, Forster's? There are some pictures I can brag about more than others, but only from MY batch of photos. There are many who just got the eyes talent for capturing souls or, as Whitney would say, "Painting with light." Maybe I'm just infatuated with rain or umbrellas or Kara but I don't know. Short lived? Maybe. But that's only because I'll take better pictures of people one day, hopefully, so watch out world! Your soul is mine! What movie did you just think about? Cheesy. Lame. MK.

I've started Oil Painting, every Friday. The damn class is 11-4 and it's hard to get yourself to class without thinking "Oh, it's gonna be another looong day of class." But most times you lose track and develop some skills. In which case, lately, it's been frustrating and difficult to paint like many of the kids in my class. Complain much, Jon? Well, I've been doing it this whole blog so you can either stop reading or hold my hand. I'm getting some decent ideas for paintings and am excited to execute these so ideas. It'll be tough and WILL take a lot of patience but I'm hoping I can do this and not half-ass it like all the many things I do in my life.

Oh my, I came on here thinking I'll only post this picture but rather I ended up typing up my life story in three paragraphs. You're welcome. So my mail man, who is NOT Papa Lance, likes to deliver my vinyls like this. Guess he thinks it's pretty convenient that he has rubber-bands in his little mail cart, but what's a few steps to my porch? I'm just afraid people will take my packages [mer]. I'm sure he is pretty busy though and has to stay en-route and get home to his little mail family, I forgive you. But it does kinda look tacky in some ways. What would Papa Lance do?

Kara, this could be another hint of where my house is.

As Taylor, and most of the boys, would think, I'm crazy with my vinyl toys. And over the month I bought a full pack. A whole case of 25 that cost me $186. I myself think I'm crazy but it was all worth it to get Thomas Han's and Luke Chueh's Dunny. The many other artists were great also but people, they're some of my favorite modern artists so just give me my moment and TOYS!!!

Does this make you jealous, Taylor?

I can't stop listening to Anathallo, for many reasons really, but do your ears a favor and take a good listen. You'll be glad you did...unless you don't appreciate good music? Everyone has their own opinions I guess.

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

At Our Still Lives Posed...

As an aspiring writer of all sorts (honestly, I wouldn't know where I would start about writing), I should prolly write everyday just to get my mind running on a regular basis. All these writing tips from Anne Lamot has really come in handy. I can even write like a journal everyday just to have recollection of my past. As Henry James once said, "A writer is someone on whom nothing is lost." We won't have to forget. Although, some things you can't help but to drown out.

The weather has been getting better, besides today's rain shower, and we've been able to sneak in some good swims and photos. I really need to just bring my camera everywhere, which I basically do. Ellie and Cayla just moved into a cute, indie house in Sugarhouse and so many pictures would've turned out great. The only problem was I didn't have my camera, or so I thought. It was in my car the whole time. Moral of the story: Always have your head on straight and remember where you hid your camera...and let your parents know you love them. They tend to worry.

Summer Writing!

Boys..lets brain storm! Music Time!

Fall Semester 2008

I found this amongst the scribbles of my MetalWest note pad, represent Green!, and I figured I'd slowly watch myself progress in writing...or watch it reverse.

These clouds can put me in such a mood
That any movement would keep me still
My mind goes blank as it runs dry
While I'm staring off into this crowded sky
Waiting for a moment when the sun seers through my eyes
Moving to block it's rays
A quick shudder from my skin to my bones as the breeze passes
Forcing what's bare of my chest to be covered in my arms warm embrace
I'm growing restless as it's getting colder
The wind echoes through the trees as they swing and sway
Stripped of what covers it's branches
Only to return to it's roots

"Today's Just the Beginning of Tomorrow"

Where they were going they wouldn't know, just yet.
For the future is so distant yet so bright.
Today's just the beginning of tomorrow.
Achievement can be such a simple task, as if to be the back of one's hand.
First steps do not involve complicated truths, nor does it include heavy burdens.
Today's just the beginning of tomorrow.
Numbers fly by freely, just as you are only under the care of your mother.
Joy is all one seeks.
Happiness is all one needs.
Something so little, so simple, can place that grin upon your face and in a blink of an eye can become complex.
Complex in the challenges one shall face each and every day.
Only to grow.
Today's just the beginning of tomorrow.