What's cooler than being Cool?

some compound sentences

Fri, 13 Jul 2007 23:38:43 GMT

Fellow humans, stay away from me. You're always getting me sick, and I'm pretty pissed about it. I want to be well; I want to live.

I'm pretty bored today. I ate a pint of Ben an Jerries DMB ice cream, but I couldn't really taste it. I made a couple turns through the neighborhood on my longboard, so that was good. Taken the last couple days off work, we had an accident on wednesday and someone got electrocuted because of a bad extension cord. That was some freaky shit- happened right in front of me. Otherwise, I've just been doin my thing. jae

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:10:09 GMT

sometimes i feel like certain people shouldn't be in my life. its hard to know what to do about it though. like, you can say, "its not worth the effort/drama" and just let things be, or you can subtly avoid, or you can do a full on cut. doing nothing doesn't really address what i want, subtle avoid can backfire pretty badly, and telling someone to go away seems overkill. i think a good rule of thumb is that, when you want to tell someone to take a hike, thats not a good time to do it. When you're really dreading it is when it is most warranted. i hope this summer goes differently than last. all in all last year completely sucked ass. There are things I do differently as a result, but there's still things I need to learn to change. For example, I am WAY too accomodating to other people. I get stretched too thin by people in demand of my time. My search for personal simplicity ends up getting lost in scheduling conflicts and "i'm running late's". act for change

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 10:08:19 GMT

Schwagm (02:27:14): nothing worse then a gay drunk mexican
jonniesunday (02:27:18): no shit man
jonniesunday (02:27:24): like
jonniesunday (02:27:37): theres really nothing harder to interpret than slurred come ons in spanish

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 10:07:59 GMT

one day you'll be forgotten from this earth. everything and everyone you know will be gone. eventually you'll be a thumbnail on a family tree if you're lucky, and after they're gone you'll be nothing on this earth. At most you'll be defined by your generation, if your generation did anything worth noting. But eventually you'll be a statistic in your era, epoch, or whatever. All indivudualism lost. Well, I suppose you better fight to the top. It's the only way to eternal life. Memory. Although, when the sun explods and engulfs the earth, who's going to care anyways. In the long run we're all dead and forgotten. And we all die alone. Although, we can probably take some comfort in that our planets demise will come long before any cosmic catastrophy. If its not nuclear war it will be global warming. I'd rather jump off the cliff than be pushed, anyway. Cheers to the end of time.

Sat, 02 Sep 2006 03:53:42 GMT

it's weird how, one minute you care and you're pissed off things aren't really goin your way, but enough beer with the right people can make you geniunely happy about the same situation. Magnificent. Otherwise, I'm just trying to learn the acoustic version of Layla on my guitar. Fuckin clapton dude, what an incredible guitarist. Either way, it's probly gonna take at least a few days, soo worth it though.. I've only got the intro with that mini solo thing so far, but its incredible.

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 23:38:56 GMT

the night was dark
the seas were rough
the port lay straight ahead
the booze ran out
the men grew tired
and this is what they said:
"captain if you cannot find a place to set her down
then you'll be sleeping right along with this vessel in the ground"

well the jolly roger pulled through
and made it to the land
we disembarked
went into town with vengence in our hand
the children cried
the woman sighed
the men just turn their heads
so with a smile we chated loud and this is what we said

"ooohhoooh
raise'em in the air
we'll knock you up
and slap you down
and never seem to care
ooohooohh
another one for me
cause we're the filthy vermin
that will set you people free"

with nothing left for us to drink
the night was winding down
but still the girls kept swaggering
and still hanging around
oh! mister can you tell me where i can find a man
the only thing that you will find is the back side of my hand!

"ooohhoooh
raise'em in the air
we'll knock you up
and slap you down
and never seem to care
ooohooohh
another one for me
we're the filthy vermin
that will set you people free
we're the filthy vermin
that will set you people free
ooohhoooh
raise'em in the air
we'll knock you up
and slap you down
and never seem to care
ooohooohh
another one for me
we're the filthy vermin
that will set you people free
we're the filthy vermin
that will set you people free "

set the fire to the third bar...

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 01:20:36 GMT

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 06:49:24 GMT

jonniesunday: i smoked at 4.20 today
jonniesunday: also
jonniesunday: cuz i was listening to NPR
jonniesunday: and every day they change shows at 4.20
jonniesunday: so they're always like
jonniesunday: this is kuow, its 4:20
LuCkYcHaRmEr19: haha

...

LuCkYcHaRmEr19: i know like the other day i was smoking a bowl and i got way high and couldn't finish it
LuCkYcHaRmEr19: and then i looked down at my cell phone and i literally watched it change to 4:20
LuCkYcHaRmEr19: and it was a sign, i had to finish the bowl
jonniesunday: hahaha

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 19:24:19 GMT

people want to say i have a drinking problem, or a smoking problem.. I have a my life sucks problem, so fuck off.

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 05:17:29 GMT

If I go
Before I'm old
Oh, brother of mine
Please don't forget me if I go

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

Oh, and if I die
Before my time
Oh, sweet sister of mine
Please don't regret me if I die

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

Bartender, please
Fill my glass for me
With the wine you gave Jesus that set him free
After three days in the ground

I'm on bended knees, I pray
Bartender, please

When I was young, I didn't think about it
Now I can't get it out of my mind

I'm on bended knees
Father, please

Oh, and if all this gold
Should steal my soul away
Oh, dear mother of mine
Please redirect me if this gold...

Bartender, you see
The wine that's drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil's tree
His roots deep, deep in the ground

Bartender, you see
The wine that's drinking me
Came from the vine that strung Judas from the Devil's tree
Its roots deep, deep in the ground
Ground...

I'm on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please

I'm on bended knees
Father, please

When I was young, I didn't think about it
Now I just want to run and hide

I'm on bended knees
Oh, Bartender, please
Bartender, please...

Something good that happened.

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 03:00:38 GMT

My parents decided to get moorage for their boat on lake washington. Twizzlers. makes. mouth. happy.

Sat, 03 Jun 2006 03:46:08 GMT

Best friends means I pull the trigger...

my cat is old and has gotten really sick, so i have to decide this week if she needs to be put to sleep. I'm going to have to do it soon, thats for sure. The vet thinks she has cancer in her kindeys or lymphoma or something. It's so hard to know what to do, one minute she seems fine, the next minute she's crying and throwing up and peeing blood. She doesn't hardly move and she's not breathing right. My family says its up to me. I dunno what to do, how do you make a decision like that?

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 02:18:40 GMT

You're all that I have and you're all that I need
Each and every day I pray to get to know you please
I want to be close to you, yes I'm so hungry
You're like water for my soul when it gets thirsty
Without you there's no me
You're the air that I breathe
Sometimes the world is dark and I just can't see
With these, demons surround all around to bring me down to negativity
But I believe, yes I believe, I said I believe
I'll stand on my own two feet
Won't be brought down on one knee
Fight with all of my might and get these demons to flee
Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe
Hashem's rays fire blaze burn bright and I believe
Out of darkness comes light, twilight unto the heights
Crown Heights burnin' up all through till twilight
Said, thank you to my God, now I finally got it right
And I'll fight with all of my heart, and all of my soul, and all of my might

Thu, 11 May 2006 05:53:07 GMT

things are never as bad as they seem. usually they are worse; sometimes better- but only for the simple reason that no one is ever right.

Wed, 26 Apr 2006 20:21:11 GMT

"It's not fair that people are seated first-come, first-serve. It should be based on who's hungriest. I feel like just walking over there and taking some food off somebody's plate.
"I'll tell you what, there's fifty bucks in it for you if you do it."
"What do you mean?"
"You walk over to that table, you pick up an eggroll, you don't say anything. You eat it, say thank you very much, wipe your mouth, walk away, I give you fifty bucks."
"What are they gonna do?"
"They won't do anything. In fact, you'll be giving them a story to tell for the rest of their lives."
"Fifty bucks? You'll give me fifty bucks?"
"Fifty bucks. That table over there. The three couples."
"Okay, I don't want to go over there and do it and then come back here and find out there was some little loophole, like I didn't put mustard on it."
"No, no tricks."
"Should I do it George?"
"For fifty bucks? I'd put my face in their soup and blow!"
"Alright, alright. Here, hold this. I'm doin' it."

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 06:42:20 GMT

is it possible to write anything of meaning anymore. im not sure. what can you even say without saying what has been previously said. originality is nowhere, yet, at all times everywhere. how can this be? everything you could ever want or be you already have and are. is this true? everything and nothing at once. and at a certain point everything appears to be nothing. i want to invent a science. it would be the study of things beyond this universe. Impossible? it begs the question, is there even such a thing as beyond our universe? isn't it just more universe? we seem to think so anyway. how can we really know? what i am convinced of is this: there has to be a finite number of particles in the universe. we use the term infinite so lightly. yet, does it even exist. obviously its of little practical consequence, as there's no way to really know. but we seem so convinced of our own superiority simply because we have absolutely nothing to compare it to. so we must be superior. we're superior to nothing, and therefore superior to everything.. the most extreme degree of isolation. we are the only thing that exists anywhere, at all, ever. with such a vast ocean how is it even concievable that we are the only fish. with such a vast palette of nothingness to gaze upon however, how could we think any differently. But still we share the planet earth with 6 billion other people, exactly like each other and each one completely different. 6 billion individuals and one collective conscience. weird.

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 08:20:40 GMT

ninjacharlie: maybe it was too perfect
jonniesunday: it was
jonniesunday: can i say it was too easy
ninjacharlie: oh gosh yea
jonniesunday: well its like
ninjacharlie: seriously how does that happen
jonniesunday: you go on a safari
jonniesunday: you dont want the fricken king alpha male lion to just
jonniesunday: have a stroke and fall into your van
jonniesunday: you gotta shoot it when its got your neck in its mouth
jonniesunday: THAT's hunting
ninjacharlie: yea you gotta wrestle that shit to the ground
jonniesunday: rip its heart out and eat it while its still beating
jonniesunday: thats what dating is all about
ninjacharlie: with you its like the deer would walk up, carve off a slice of its ass and serve you venison on a platter
jonniesunday: exactly

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 02:06:32 GMT

From the fifth floor, I schedule my meeting with the moon
Stress, let it go, so it don't completely consume.
When the vegetables fight back, and the grass starts to sting
I yell up to Heaven to get me the Hell out of this dream
I fell out of my stream of self-consciousness
And I've got welts on my mind to signify all my accomplishments.
No matter whose math you use to count to ten,
Progress will never rest in the hand that has no head.
Bought my brain a cane and asked it to be my pimp
You know, to make sure I don't stuck up in my fuck-ups
A little over anxious I was to bust nuts,
And find the answers making love, out of a canvas full of touch-ups
I dipped my brush into the what, I've wept for
And wonder out loud as I can, how long I've slept for
I should rob a pet store, let the dogs wild
I should close all the schools just to make the kids smile
Seize the limit, let the sky be the moment
Put the key to the ignition I'ma ride these donuts
And when it breaks, lock the door, walk away
There won't be nothing else to talk about, nothing left to say

See I'm just waiting for the moment I can break away
The only reason that I stay so I can save the day
See I'm just waiting for the moment I can break away
The only reason that I stay so I can save the day

Let's stand on the corner, throw rocks at people
So there's no surprises, written off as evil
I sleep next to women that I don't deserve
They like to hurt my pride, while I work their nerves
Once upon a time it was worth it when the urges get fed
And the purpose finds a path to the surface
Is respect considered a breakfast food?
I'm guilty of the type of attitude that wrecks your mood
The truth can be pain, and I hate to do it
Either face the music, or get away from me stupid
Super glue it down, now it better not move
See I'm not the best, but I'm in the top two
And I'm not that friendly when this cup is empty
It's a side effect from trying to find the fucks that sent me
See I didn't just happen, I was made this way
By the same egomaniac that paved this way

See I'm just waiting for the moment I can break away
The only reason that I stay so I can save the day
I'm just waiting for the moment I can break away
The only reason that I stay so I can save the day

See I gave up lying, but I still tip-toe
I'm as stubborn as they come, and I'm known to hit low
If I had a chisel
I would carve out a hole for me to hide in every time the mighty wind blows
Since no one knows, where the hell we gonna go
I'm a stand right here until the end of the show
I'm a clap my hands, so don't pass the chance
To unsnap my pants, get on my lap and dance
No longer am I mad about the things I don't have
All I'm living for is love and laughs
The last star fighter's weapons were rendered useless
So we pulled the scissors and cut the cord to end this music.

Fri, 13 Jan 2006 08:21:48 GMT

this is my last week in WA. I'm moving to Calif on the 20th. Fuckyeah

Sat, 31 Dec 2005 04:04:41 GMT

I hope this old train breaks down
then I could take a walk around
and, see what there is to see
time is just a melody
With all the people in the street
walking as fast as their feet can take them
I just roll through town
And though my windows got a view
Well the frame im looking through
seems to have no concern for me now
so for now I

I need this
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown

Well this engine screams out loud
Centipede gonna crawl westbound
so I dont even make a sound
Because its gunna sting me when I leave this town
And all the people in the street
that i'll never get to meet
if these tracks dont bend somehow
and I got no time
that I got to get to
where I dont need to be
So I

I need this
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown

I need this
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown

I want to break on down
but I cant stop now
let me break on down

But you cant stop nothing
if you got no control
of the thoughts in your mind
that you kept and you know
you dont know nothing
but you dont need to know
the wisdoms in the trees
not the glass windows
You cant stop wishing
If you dont let go
of the things that you find
and you lose, and you know
you keep on rolling
put the moment on hold
the frames too bright
so put the blinds down low

I need this
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown
I need this
old train to breakdown
oh please just
let me please breakdown
I want to break on down
but I cant stop now

Wed, 28 Dec 2005 02:15:07 GMT

everything i do results in complete failure.

Mon, 19 Dec 2005 03:32:45 GMT

I'd never listed anything on ebay until today, happy trails.

Tue, 06 Dec 2005 05:42:07 GMT

jonniesunday: are mom and dad leaving?
AP stylie: yeah
jonniesunday: oh
AP stylie: for idaho
jonniesunday: you da ho!
jonniesunday: hahaha
AP stylie: omg
jonniesunday: fell right into it
jonniesunday: sucker
AP stylie: i just heard you laugh
AP stylie: you are
AP stylie: the biggest
AP stylie: loser
AP stylie: in the world

im 21 now...

Sun, 27 Nov 2005 03:10:08 GMT

Wake up in the morning,
clock says half past one
I have no sunglasses
As I step into the sun

There's no recollection
of the evil things I've done
My head feels like I musta' had some fun

What happened?

Last thing I remember
I was chillin at a party
Pinching girls asses
I was drinking recklessly

I know I did something
Lord what could it be
Woke up in the morning
And all my friends hate me

What happened?

What I'm I doing here
Who is this girl in my bed
What is this shit on my face
My God, what is that awful smell

She may be an angel
She may be a queen
She might be black, white, American, Indian or Japanese

Threw a bottle at a bouncer
Didn't think that he was cool
Pissed in someones drink
And threw a bike into a pool

Drivin down the side walk
Like a crazy possessed fool
I broke every single traffic rule.

What happened?
What happened?

Let's go!!

why can't we be friends

Sat, 05 Nov 2005 00:43:40 GMT