You know you miss them, even though some of the ideas were far out. If time travel were possible, I'd go back and steal from myself. Then the toys wouldn't be given away to some kid who prolly didn't even know what they were and mistook them for toads. Little me would prolly have a sad look upon his eyes but....Retribution!!!!
21 June, 2009
Old Turtle Toys!
You know you miss them, even though some of the ideas were far out. If time travel were possible, I'd go back and steal from myself. Then the toys wouldn't be given away to some kid who prolly didn't even know what they were and mistook them for toads. Little me would prolly have a sad look upon his eyes but....Retribution!!!!
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.
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.
14 June, 2009
The Storm is near. Gather Two of Every Animal...Forget About The Pigs!
It has been raining 12 out of the 13 days in June, June people. June. Though I should be very pleased with this, it has gotten to the point where I look at at the people I'm with and say "I don't wanna talk about it"...Yeah, Taylor, It's like a damn scar sunken in on a warm spring afternoon. (It'll be around forever. heh heh heh) A little bit of sun would definitely help, but that only takes one thing off my list of nostalgia. Cursed memory...it and my heart are teaming up against me, and my lungs. I should prolly be nicer to them. Good.
I'm gonna go ahead and quote Rei Ayanami, "Rainy days make you feel gloom." So far it's usually been dark out, and it makes me feel sick. That and prolly because of the whole anxiety (Is my heart enlarged again!? Blood flowing backwards?! Left Ventricle!?!?) and upper respiratory illness which leads to trouble breathing.
With this consequential pattern of rain and well...more rain, I can't help but to wish and hope and pray for sun! We're in the season of swim, bike, and travel. Though traveling out o' the wasatch would get me away from this bipolar-ness of weather and many other things. Let's just steer clear from Seattle, for the time being.
With all this rain in mind, let me introduce you to The Bitch of The Week! Rain!! Now now, You're prolly saying "But Jon, You love the rain..So very very much." Indeed I do. (Looks out the window to reminisce. Looks back at screen.) But..sun? Superman wouldn't be able to survive in this kind of climate. What about the fire nation? I watch too many cartoon shows. Hi, I'm 20. Well lets be fair, rainy days are great for writing, taking naps, and for all you love birds...you know what I'm talking about! YEAH! (high five!) Hopefully the forecast gets better.
Well golly, I haven't done last weeks BOTW. I'm starting to do them every other week, which kinda defeats the purpose of of The Week. So, I should prolly blog more often. I just feel like when I do, it's all griping. Well, if I had some sun, I could take pictures! Oh well. So, to keep things simple for last weeks BOTW, we'll say it was nipple hair. Self explanitory.
To end this segment, I will converse with Garrett through blogger...
I will check out Soul Kiss.
Oh, Really?
Yeah, That is a nice banner.
I'm gonna go ahead and quote Rei Ayanami, "Rainy days make you feel gloom." So far it's usually been dark out, and it makes me feel sick. That and prolly because of the whole anxiety (Is my heart enlarged again!? Blood flowing backwards?! Left Ventricle!?!?) and upper respiratory illness which leads to trouble breathing.
With this consequential pattern of rain and well...more rain, I can't help but to wish and hope and pray for sun! We're in the season of swim, bike, and travel. Though traveling out o' the wasatch would get me away from this bipolar-ness of weather and many other things. Let's just steer clear from Seattle, for the time being.
With all this rain in mind, let me introduce you to The Bitch of The Week! Rain!! Now now, You're prolly saying "But Jon, You love the rain..So very very much." Indeed I do. (Looks out the window to reminisce. Looks back at screen.) But..sun? Superman wouldn't be able to survive in this kind of climate. What about the fire nation? I watch too many cartoon shows. Hi, I'm 20. Well lets be fair, rainy days are great for writing, taking naps, and for all you love birds...you know what I'm talking about! YEAH! (high five!) Hopefully the forecast gets better.
Well golly, I haven't done last weeks BOTW. I'm starting to do them every other week, which kinda defeats the purpose of of The Week. So, I should prolly blog more often. I just feel like when I do, it's all griping. Well, if I had some sun, I could take pictures! Oh well. So, to keep things simple for last weeks BOTW, we'll say it was nipple hair. Self explanitory.
To end this segment, I will converse with Garrett through blogger...
I will check out Soul Kiss.
Oh, Really?
Yeah, That is a nice banner.
05 June, 2009
01 June, 2009
BOTW #7!!!....and 6 because I'm late, again.
So, here we are again! I'll keep it short this time and leave out my life story and the sweet scent of victory. "Over what?" you say? Well, that's up to your imagination.
A week ago, I spent my nights at the ever so attention elusive Abel Mason Perry's house. One night in particular, I became very paranoid about my breathing habits and went on questioning myself on every little thing that I have ever done. At that point I began to question if it had anything to do with my heart, but I focused on the lungs. I could not sleep that night, which was supposed to be an all nighter and you would think that I wanted it that way, but was very tired. Indeed. I kept questioning everything and fearing the worst. Tonight, the feeling is mutual. I hopes of what I would like to believe of my problems, I give you the "Bitch of the Week!" (Applaud!!) Drumroll, please.........................this week's is...Anxiety! People who have this disorder would agree that you end up with a terrible night. Stressin over menial things can steer you away from your metal stability. Oh my, I wonder if blogging helps? I'm only talking to myself instead of psychiatrist. If anything, Blogger is my hot psychiatrist! I pray that my heart hasn't enlarged, seems like anxiety and that have the same symtoms.
I just want you louder...
On to last weeks note, mixing and recording is tough business. Especially when you have and easy program to work with, but it lacks in plug-in's and enhancement capabilities. Note: before I bash on this program, I may not know of such plug-in's out there that may be of help to me. So, if you happen to come across this, feel free to call me out. Anyways, I recorded a couple of songs, acoustically, and decided to do it very quietly. Now I would be willing to go back, adjust all the setting, and record it during the day instead of late at night...but that would be more work. What if I messed up and didn't do quite as well on the second recording? In conclusion, I wish for a plug-in or mic plug-in that increases the volume of the track. I blame the RAM on my MacBook for not being able to run ProTools and then blame ProTools for being confusing. I really seem like a recording noob. Last week's "BOTW".....Garageband! If anyone is willing to help, feel free...
A week ago, I spent my nights at the ever so attention elusive Abel Mason Perry's house. One night in particular, I became very paranoid about my breathing habits and went on questioning myself on every little thing that I have ever done. At that point I began to question if it had anything to do with my heart, but I focused on the lungs. I could not sleep that night, which was supposed to be an all nighter and you would think that I wanted it that way, but was very tired. Indeed. I kept questioning everything and fearing the worst. Tonight, the feeling is mutual. I hopes of what I would like to believe of my problems, I give you the "Bitch of the Week!" (Applaud!!) Drumroll, please.........................this week's is...Anxiety! People who have this disorder would agree that you end up with a terrible night. Stressin over menial things can steer you away from your metal stability. Oh my, I wonder if blogging helps? I'm only talking to myself instead of psychiatrist. If anything, Blogger is my hot psychiatrist! I pray that my heart hasn't enlarged, seems like anxiety and that have the same symtoms.
I just want you louder...
On to last weeks note, mixing and recording is tough business. Especially when you have and easy program to work with, but it lacks in plug-in's and enhancement capabilities. Note: before I bash on this program, I may not know of such plug-in's out there that may be of help to me. So, if you happen to come across this, feel free to call me out. Anyways, I recorded a couple of songs, acoustically, and decided to do it very quietly. Now I would be willing to go back, adjust all the setting, and record it during the day instead of late at night...but that would be more work. What if I messed up and didn't do quite as well on the second recording? In conclusion, I wish for a plug-in or mic plug-in that increases the volume of the track. I blame the RAM on my MacBook for not being able to run ProTools and then blame ProTools for being confusing. I really seem like a recording noob. Last week's "BOTW".....Garageband! If anyone is willing to help, feel free...
19 May, 2009
New Camera! Rejoice!
Got a new camera today! I'm soo excited for photog class now. More pictures to come during the summer!
17 May, 2009
Another Week's Another Story..Oh, And Bitch Of The Week #4 & 5
And then your mind goes blank. Questioning yourself on whether or not you did anything exciting this week? Oh! But the Manchester Orchestra concert was most enjoyable! Had a wonderful lunch at Eggs In The City, quite possibly the cutest breakfast/lunch corner ever.
But let's jump back to a couple of weeks ago. The first Tuesday of May is Teacher Appreciation Day, and all that week is Teacher Appreciation Week. So, to show my appreciation, I decided that I would go on a hunt to find my 5th grade teacher Ms. Shoell, who was later married with the name Mrs. Banks. To go back even further, a story that leads to a story, fate would have had its way as to put Taylor Green in a minor yet nerve racking, on his part, accident. Apparently, the women whom he had side swiped his car into would have known me by name and would know my cousin Aimee. One thing lead to another and eventually asked if I had been keeping up with Mrs. Banks. Last I've seen her, she was at Hillcrest for the dance company nationals, or something rather. News was given to me that my former teacher was on her way to becoming a principle. So, It was time for me to find her and thank her for making a difference in my life, and what better day than Teacher Appreciation Day!
Jump forward to two weeks ago, I found out that Allison Banks was an assistant principle at Silver Hills elementary. So, with this knowledge I set forth on what was possibly a 30 minute drive out to Kearns. As some may know, to get to Kearns, depending on the route, you have to drive through Taylorsville. Lets face it, people in Taylorsville are ridiculous drivers. At Silver Hills, I find out that the principle at Twin Peaks fell ill and that they needed someone to take over. Who else but to ask Mrs. Banks. I guess that you can just take anyone's assistant principle as they choose.
Twin Peaks was only a 10 minute drive from my house. Thus I had to track my way back through Taylorsville (shudder) and all the way to the east side of the city to get to Twin Peaks. When I reached the school and found the main entrance, the flagpole gives it away peolple, I was pretty nervous and excited to find my ex-teacher in the principles office. At this point, I start to studder as I try to force the words out. Thank God she remembered me, that helped a ton. We caught up with one another and Aimee, who was on this little adventure with me. Now you can go back to my little drive story and add Aimee to my frustration. I thanked Mrs. Banks, for if it wasn't for her I don't think I'd be much of a reader now a days.
It's tough to find a teacher who would treat their students as if they were their own kids, and for that I am grateful. I feel like I had much more to say to her, but at that point I'd just be speechless where no matter what I'd say, it wouldn't even amount to how great of a teacher she was. Thank You Mrs. Banks.
So, one of the means to stay in contact with her was Facebook. (Gasp! Fuck facebook!) Everyone and their dog has facebook! (Gasp!) That's not true, Everyone plus their dogs plus their dogs fleas have facebook! (Gasp!) Which leads to a little section I enjoy ranting about in called Bitch of the Week!
This weeks bitch is..........(Taylor does a drumroll here, and Garrett would prolly poke fun)............Facebook! (Gasp!) I used to be succumbed into the evil that is Facebook (Gasp!), but one night I say nah to thee! Reasons I left are a subject of question, but so are so many things in my life. A few of these reasons include the fact that Everyone and their dogs and their dogs fleas know what I'm up to, who I talk to, and what photos I post up of me smoking a bong in which they will kick me out of the Olympics. Whoopdidoo! Next thing you'll know people on facebook (Gasp!) will know I'm jackin it, they prolly have an app for that. It's like I'm forced to eevesdrop on there, and this little soul can only take so much of a beating.
There are plus sides to it like keeping in contact with people...that's it for me really. That idea only tempts to return, in which I'm border line doing it. As promised, If I ever return to facebook (Gasp!) I'll fuck myself. Sorry kids. I'll be ready to deal with the repercussions of returning.
Last week I skipped Bitch of the Week, for it was Mother's Day. Busy day with mama, and I didn't want to be calling anyone a bitch that day. But in honor of Mother's Day, and I would never call anyone's Mom a bitch but desperate times calls for desperate measures, I would like to call your attention to what would be last weeks (Garrett takes over on rolling).......Bitch of the Week!!................and it is.......Alasdair's mom! And all the guys in my room, and then some, on band tour would applaud this decision. Lets keep it brief and I'll number it for you in these bullets! YAY!
"Yes Mitchell, I cartwheel better in the nude."
But let's jump back to a couple of weeks ago. The first Tuesday of May is Teacher Appreciation Day, and all that week is Teacher Appreciation Week. So, to show my appreciation, I decided that I would go on a hunt to find my 5th grade teacher Ms. Shoell, who was later married with the name Mrs. Banks. To go back even further, a story that leads to a story, fate would have had its way as to put Taylor Green in a minor yet nerve racking, on his part, accident. Apparently, the women whom he had side swiped his car into would have known me by name and would know my cousin Aimee. One thing lead to another and eventually asked if I had been keeping up with Mrs. Banks. Last I've seen her, she was at Hillcrest for the dance company nationals, or something rather. News was given to me that my former teacher was on her way to becoming a principle. So, It was time for me to find her and thank her for making a difference in my life, and what better day than Teacher Appreciation Day!
Jump forward to two weeks ago, I found out that Allison Banks was an assistant principle at Silver Hills elementary. So, with this knowledge I set forth on what was possibly a 30 minute drive out to Kearns. As some may know, to get to Kearns, depending on the route, you have to drive through Taylorsville. Lets face it, people in Taylorsville are ridiculous drivers. At Silver Hills, I find out that the principle at Twin Peaks fell ill and that they needed someone to take over. Who else but to ask Mrs. Banks. I guess that you can just take anyone's assistant principle as they choose.
Twin Peaks was only a 10 minute drive from my house. Thus I had to track my way back through Taylorsville (shudder) and all the way to the east side of the city to get to Twin Peaks. When I reached the school and found the main entrance, the flagpole gives it away peolple, I was pretty nervous and excited to find my ex-teacher in the principles office. At this point, I start to studder as I try to force the words out. Thank God she remembered me, that helped a ton. We caught up with one another and Aimee, who was on this little adventure with me. Now you can go back to my little drive story and add Aimee to my frustration. I thanked Mrs. Banks, for if it wasn't for her I don't think I'd be much of a reader now a days.
It's tough to find a teacher who would treat their students as if they were their own kids, and for that I am grateful. I feel like I had much more to say to her, but at that point I'd just be speechless where no matter what I'd say, it wouldn't even amount to how great of a teacher she was. Thank You Mrs. Banks.
So, one of the means to stay in contact with her was Facebook. (Gasp! Fuck facebook!) Everyone and their dog has facebook! (Gasp!) That's not true, Everyone plus their dogs plus their dogs fleas have facebook! (Gasp!) Which leads to a little section I enjoy ranting about in called Bitch of the Week!
This weeks bitch is..........(Taylor does a drumroll here, and Garrett would prolly poke fun)............Facebook! (Gasp!) I used to be succumbed into the evil that is Facebook (Gasp!), but one night I say nah to thee! Reasons I left are a subject of question, but so are so many things in my life. A few of these reasons include the fact that Everyone and their dogs and their dogs fleas know what I'm up to, who I talk to, and what photos I post up of me smoking a bong in which they will kick me out of the Olympics. Whoopdidoo! Next thing you'll know people on facebook (Gasp!) will know I'm jackin it, they prolly have an app for that. It's like I'm forced to eevesdrop on there, and this little soul can only take so much of a beating.
There are plus sides to it like keeping in contact with people...that's it for me really. That idea only tempts to return, in which I'm border line doing it. As promised, If I ever return to facebook (Gasp!) I'll fuck myself. Sorry kids. I'll be ready to deal with the repercussions of returning.
Last week I skipped Bitch of the Week, for it was Mother's Day. Busy day with mama, and I didn't want to be calling anyone a bitch that day. But in honor of Mother's Day, and I would never call anyone's Mom a bitch but desperate times calls for desperate measures, I would like to call your attention to what would be last weeks (Garrett takes over on rolling).......Bitch of the Week!!................and it is.......Alasdair's mom! And all the guys in my room, and then some, on band tour would applaud this decision. Lets keep it brief and I'll number it for you in these bullets! YAY!
- She barges into your room on tour, unannounced, while your completely naked. You like what you see? Oh, and their are no girls or anyone else who doesn't belong in this room here. Now, skidaddle. Shoo shoo.
- With just me and Jill in the hall and not a third party member. I was forced to go back to my room as Jill got a nice little notice about the third party rule. Sexism? Don't think so. Productionism? That's more like it! I just needed Skintimate to shave me legs.
- She prolly smelled like haggis. (Fact uncertain)
"Yes Mitchell, I cartwheel better in the nude."
04 May, 2009
Bitch of the Week! #3
I may be jumping into this situation as a hypocrite, but lately I've been trying to correct myself. I'd like to thank my English teacher for this problem, with good intentions, but lately I've been looking at things from more perspectives than just black and white. Even if you only have two sides to something, it's better than just one.
I, myself, have been a bias fuck who chose sides with the commoners and never gave much care for another opinion. This also works with being frustrated or annoyed with someone without looking at things thoroughly and letting your bitterness get to you. Over the years I have been this kind of person, and it's a terrible feeling when you realize how much you hurt the ones closest to you. They have my empathy, but I wouldn't take back anything I've done or said. They've helped me learn who I am. It's better to be honest, have an understanding, and fix those problems than to lie your way through it.
Well if any of this makes sense, then I direct you to our Bitch of the Week!! Drumroll.................................People who don't view things from many perspectives. It's easy to pick sides, but educate yourself beforehand. It prolly makes you look less like a fool and asswhole if you did. I guess a part of me is bitch this week.
Man, now I'm questioning if I'm sexist for saying bitch of the week? That or realizing what I'm really saying. Dick of the Week? It just sounds weird...penis. And since there's really no picture for this particular botw, heres a picture Abel made for LilChaseN'LilAbel.
Click to view!...As narrated by Morgan Freeman
If you're questioning why I started with #3, well, I did dubb bitch of the weeks beforehand on blogger. It's just under different titles. Just click on the subject Bitch of the Week and you'll prolly find them.
I, myself, have been a bias fuck who chose sides with the commoners and never gave much care for another opinion. This also works with being frustrated or annoyed with someone without looking at things thoroughly and letting your bitterness get to you. Over the years I have been this kind of person, and it's a terrible feeling when you realize how much you hurt the ones closest to you. They have my empathy, but I wouldn't take back anything I've done or said. They've helped me learn who I am. It's better to be honest, have an understanding, and fix those problems than to lie your way through it.
Well if any of this makes sense, then I direct you to our Bitch of the Week!! Drumroll.................................People who don't view things from many perspectives. It's easy to pick sides, but educate yourself beforehand. It prolly makes you look less like a fool and asswhole if you did. I guess a part of me is bitch this week.
Man, now I'm questioning if I'm sexist for saying bitch of the week? That or realizing what I'm really saying. Dick of the Week? It just sounds weird...penis. And since there's really no picture for this particular botw, heres a picture Abel made for LilChaseN'LilAbel.
If you're questioning why I started with #3, well, I did dubb bitch of the weeks beforehand on blogger. It's just under different titles. Just click on the subject Bitch of the Week and you'll prolly find them.
03 May, 2009
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
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
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