<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:48:34.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know Jon</title><subtitle type='html'>One zipline at a time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-1812748464129687727</id><published>2009-02-09T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:07:27.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pill-ee-bear-toes</title><content type='html'>After a round of 6 dollar chefboyardee chicken quesodillas at filibertos, I felt my wallet begin to loose its midweight. At a loss of 6 dollars, I drove into every plaza and asked every small business for an application. By the yard, Ubuild it, mail boxes etc, cricket, H&amp;amp;R block, a dentist office...even a Comp USA. None. Not one even gave me an application. Having made an effort in my job search, i realized i need to come up with a game plan as to how im going to get that 1956 gretsch country classic. If anyone knows of a place that doesnt have to do with food, is alright with 2 day a week work weeks, has a boss that is rarely there, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that. Check out myspace.com/wearebearhug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-1812748464129687727?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/1812748464129687727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=1812748464129687727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/1812748464129687727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/1812748464129687727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2009/02/pill-ee-bear-toes.html' title='Pill-ee-bear-toes'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-2716713495287357931</id><published>2009-01-19T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:08:42.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nailed</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since I've said anything on here. Not much has happened. Its just been jam central every day. I haven't had this much fun playing music since me and Richie. But since its every day I've had no time for leeway. Whats leeway? Well leeway is that route you take to work or school every single day and halfway to your destination you always see THAT burger king . You want to stop by and get breakfast but at this point it will make you about 5 minutes late. And thus, swept. Leeway is stopping at that burger king and being so late to work or school that your ready to take on the strange "i cant believe hes that late, and he looks pretty full. Man i need to read my bible." looks of your classmates and or coworkers. So its been rough not having all the leeway I want, but I think I've had enough since i quit my job 6 years ago. Other than that I think this band is getting serious and ill let you guys know what the deal is when we let the cat out of the bag. Until then, keep listening to the Maine and Chris Tomlin, and enjoy this superb holiday celebrating civil rights. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293083727978281906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SXTPm0yLu7I/AAAAAAAAALM/9DU4eYpV3tk/s400/show+biz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-2716713495287357931?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/2716713495287357931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=2716713495287357931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2716713495287357931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2716713495287357931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2009/01/nailed.html' title='Nailed'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SXTPm0yLu7I/AAAAAAAAALM/9DU4eYpV3tk/s72-c/show+biz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-4916565432950388754</id><published>2008-12-07T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:32:48.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que jeremys bass in 3...2...1</title><content type='html'>Havent wrote in who knows how long. Things have been what. What as in busy. Keep it on the DL but I joined a band. The feel is...Jeff calcott mixed with timbaland. Ill let you in on more once I get permish from the exects. Gnome sayin? But yeah..my days have consisted of heading to the cafe, picking up austin, lifting weights with max, putting new mickey thompsons on axe's hyundai, &lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d153/vheissu57/DSC00193.jpg"&gt;Shane-train's &lt;/a&gt;bassment studio, jack in the what, and finals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plently of finals. This whole semester I have been in B-, C+ kick back mode no sweat. These last two weeks of school are going to be more like, C-, loose your native american scholarship, heavy sweat level mode. Im going to be knee deep in synthetic division for a while so id appriciate a call or a stop by and grab some cookies and milk at jons to distract me from my studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad gave my address to every christian college in the u.s. so they can load my mailbox with a bunch of gumbo. The other day i took a look at point loma though. Gotta say..I love sunny &lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f58/teppeiasian7090/IMG_1375.jpg"&gt;san diego&lt;/a&gt;. The pictures of the campus remind me of zoey 101. Problem is, it would cost about 64 &lt;a href="http://www.harmony-central.com/Events/WNAMM00/Peavey/Peavey_Fire_bass_lg.jpg"&gt;bogner uberschalls&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f58/teppeiasian7090/CAMPINGWITHCAMBER.jpg"&gt;axe&lt;/a&gt; wouldnt want to play at mooj every sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279105400289422162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SUMmZEQY61I/AAAAAAAAALE/thHutGgJHFU/s400/n1443551303_30125443_6248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are &lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d153/vheissu57/DSC00206.jpg"&gt;swell&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-4916565432950388754?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/4916565432950388754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=4916565432950388754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/4916565432950388754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/4916565432950388754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/12/que-jeremys-bass-in-321.html' title='Que jeremys bass in 3...2...1'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SUMmZEQY61I/AAAAAAAAALE/thHutGgJHFU/s72-c/n1443551303_30125443_6248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-6721409151271779765</id><published>2008-11-16T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:08:20.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice skating....check</title><content type='html'>Last night me and the guys hit the rink at polar ice. Not knowing about the session at 7:30, we showed up at 5 when the hockey games were in heavy hittin. We watched middle school hockey games for a solid 2 and a haLf. Green day had to be squeezed into the night somehow. Worth it? ....quite. You see...Ice skating was one of 5 or 6 events to do before me jeremy austin and meekas graduate. Im pretty excited about Schindler's List as we like to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . . .other THAN that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Greer trip last weekend hit the spot. Its not a place to say, "hey how about playin some wiffleball in the yerd?!" or "Roast marshmallows on the oven!" no. Its a place to say nothing, cuss, build a fire, sit on the couch, and maybe a couple hours in, you watch spanglish. If you let that sink in, another greer trip is in the cards. If not...then another greer trip is in the yarbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im very excited for cruz elton john to squirm into this world. It will be nice to have another guitarist around besides me axe and A-Will. . . twenty sheckles says cruz will love randall solid states, pantera, skillet, randy rhodes flying V's, P.O.D, and mark hoppus signature macbooks. What a Paradox. I don't know what that means. Clash of the father son titans though :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I turned down the reverb and dropped down my ernie balls to a screaming C# in our quartet worship band. Bro 12?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the list....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SSDZD3-_qYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9AolSMEAch0/s1600-h/rawhide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269450224614484354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SSDZD3-_qYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9AolSMEAch0/s400/rawhide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geffin Records&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-6721409151271779765?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/6721409151271779765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=6721409151271779765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/6721409151271779765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/6721409151271779765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/11/ice-skatingcheck.html' title='Ice skating....check'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SSDZD3-_qYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9AolSMEAch0/s72-c/rawhide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-8356442998089539683</id><published>2008-11-01T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:46:18.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other THAN that.</title><content type='html'>Just took my AC&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;T's&lt;/span&gt;. What a riot. Just when I thought Jeremy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lamonica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; end up in my class, he was. What a solid individual. Although I thought the test was easy, I still feel that I did horrible. Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wehrli&lt;/span&gt; believes vocab is "an abomination in the eyes of the lord" I wasn't up to par when it came to vocab words. The test reminded me of when I made a final for Jeremy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wha&lt;/span&gt;?!?! You made a final for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jerms&lt;/span&gt;?! Lets hear it!! Fess up! Spill the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beanz&lt;/span&gt;! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well sophomore year was the year when I couldn't decide if I would shave or grow my mind any longer than needed. That being said, I used to take Jeremy to school every day. We were a great team when it came to being on time which is a skill that would come in handy now that they approved the sweep initiative. Inevitably, Jeremy and I saw true light of our own personalities. I figured the best way to deal with this was to type up a final that made Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;madsens&lt;/span&gt; final want to burn mine due to all the illegitimacy's my final contained. In other words, my questions didn't make sense, my multiple choice options were either all right or all wrong, and the rest were unanswerable. I think this is the day that I decide to regret my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;homemade&lt;/span&gt; final. Now after taking the AC&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;T's&lt;/span&gt; I realize the frustration brought forth. No knowledge of vocab, not knowing how to do math basics because of all the games we play in Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;curran&lt;/span&gt;, and kick butt essay can shed true light on a test takers guild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;curran&lt;/span&gt;. We told ghost stories last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; in celebration of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;. Riot indeed! Sometimes I cant believe that man. Hes a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt; e walk. What he does is duct tapes the seals all around the both doors in the room, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ductapes&lt;/span&gt; huge chunks of cardboard on the windows, disables the exit sign, disables the emergency light that stays on all the time, turns up the ac to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; the scary environment, turns off the lights, and lets everyone tell a ghost story for extra credit shining a flashlight on their face. I was this close to describing the plot in weekend at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;burnies&lt;/span&gt; in 1st person. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think anyone would make the connection though. . . Stopped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;skeels&lt;/span&gt; on Halloween. Same EXACT attire as last year. I cheered up big time when i laid eyes on her and openly judged her in front of the chief of staff. Every holiday she would make us take a minimum of 50 notes on all the charlie browns Christmas, thanksgiving, Easter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt;, valentines day, and st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pattys&lt;/span&gt;. All the other days would be, how its made, or anything about space on the science channel, or discovery. I cannot watch those channels anymore because of her...Here I am reminiscing about her stature and its a year later. She sure left a footprint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;defending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wanta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263795479374791202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SQzCGYZxAiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FKg5HpT2s8w/s400/CHUCKSTERWGUITARSMALL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-8356442998089539683?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/8356442998089539683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=8356442998089539683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/8356442998089539683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/8356442998089539683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/11/other-than-that.html' title='Other THAN that.'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SQzCGYZxAiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FKg5HpT2s8w/s72-c/CHUCKSTERWGUITARSMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-8253605778534943608</id><published>2008-10-23T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:23:05.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you walk by ms skeels car look in the passenger seat</title><content type='html'>What the H. Since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cali&lt;/span&gt; trip I have taken 27 (count(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chocula&lt;/span&gt;)em) 27 naps. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not a nap person by any means. But after school, all it takes is a round of tiger woods on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt; and by the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; or 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; hole, I pass out to the announcers babble. Lunch with j bones was good. I think its great that he has a married wife and a carnival &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cruz&lt;/span&gt; on the way, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sincerely&lt;/span&gt; hope that once that baby enters the earths atmosphere, jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; loose his sense of humor. See what happens is being a dad causes you to put on the overalls of a authoritarian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;libertarian&lt;/span&gt;. Believe me Ive seen it a plenty...nah i doubt it will happen. Jason brings off the vibe of a...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;full tone&lt;/span&gt; full drive (gain half way) and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;. z and an a/b box going through a matchless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chief&lt;/span&gt;, with the head of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;igret&lt;/span&gt;, and the antlers of a....tom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;delonge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;epiphone&lt;/span&gt; signature....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom tom....So no I think Jason will have the self control to put on the jeans of a Calvinist :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I forgot my soda pop survey was concluded. Time got the best of me. Why does it always have to be the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cooky&lt;/span&gt;, wacky" answer that always wins by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;long shot&lt;/span&gt;? Ticks me off. Are peoples favorite soda really a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mooj&lt;/span&gt; pop? If you think about it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mooj&lt;/span&gt; pops are horrible. Its just water with red dye and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt; aid powder struggling to release the "oh yeah" of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt; aid :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Jon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good to hear from you. Sorry that I haven't returned your message sooner, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;havenot&lt;/span&gt; bee around. You are correct, when you say, that you were a great student of mine.I will miss having you in my class this year.Unfortunately, I do not have my paperwork or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;gradebook&lt;/span&gt; in front of me. Everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;isat&lt;/span&gt; Corona and Corona is heavily under construction right now. So the soonest I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;canre&lt;/span&gt;-look at your exam and final grades will be this Fall. Rest assured, if a mistake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hasbeen&lt;/span&gt; made, I will do whatever I can, for you, to rectify the problem. Food for thought,in years past, whenever I had a student do poorly on an exam, it sometimes was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;becausea&lt;/span&gt; student &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;accidently&lt;/span&gt; skipped a line on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;scantron&lt;/span&gt;, thus making all the answers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;offby&lt;/span&gt; one. So this is one of the things I will go back and look at this Fall. Hang in there.No worries. Enjoy the rest of your summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Skeels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;CdS&lt;/span&gt; Science Department&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7-1-08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry her response &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; publicly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;debuted&lt;/span&gt; earlier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SQD327U_WrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/t-PQ0DAL6kg/s1600-h/camp+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260476887779465906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SQD327U_WrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/t-PQ0DAL6kg/s400/camp+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261653348767103858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SQUl1-CB-3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hW3EEQajuao/s400/l_6051766672dc35d8e69962695ecf82c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261653351610291426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SQUl2In5lOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9CgbIYDue4c/s400/l_3850cef26cc9abdf481335274a50da8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just to screw everybody up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to start listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Underoath&lt;/span&gt; again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-8253605778534943608?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/8253605778534943608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=8253605778534943608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/8253605778534943608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/8253605778534943608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-you-walk-by-ms-skeels-car-look-in.html' title='When you walk by ms skeels car look in the passenger seat'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SQD327U_WrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/t-PQ0DAL6kg/s72-c/camp+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-2099535818311493554</id><published>2008-10-11T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:37:20.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swear to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SPK-PYYodeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jcMzjed0NJU/s1600-h/HPIM1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256472886547871202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SPK-PYYodeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jcMzjed0NJU/s400/HPIM1872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I felt like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cali&lt;/span&gt; trip was just one big bus ride. Don't get me wrong i loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wahoos&lt;/span&gt;, holiday inn biscuits and gravy, clowns, sleazy perv clowns, skunks, ninja, and studio updates via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flikr&lt;/span&gt; to max. I'm pretty sure that everyone who went agreed upon one basic system. That system being; See how long Jon can go without eating, and then get him really full so he is lacking energy. Although a clever system, its long term effects have started to kick in today. I have just been napping and watching chuck reruns all day. Fright fest was overweight. I wish that I could work as a monster and smack my shovel near and or on a big group of families. That would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt; else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if Austin were to have come on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cali&lt;/span&gt; trip, the following would have taken place;&lt;br /&gt;1. Andrew would have been stressed&lt;br /&gt;2. KP disaster&lt;br /&gt;3. Holiday inn would file 3 separate lawsuits against the Christian Community of Chandler Arizona for breaking their TV in half.&lt;br /&gt;4. We would have watched drum line on the way, and on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;5. Him and Ryan axe would arm wrestle, and both of them will take it too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I think I'm gonna reverse the claim that if i have facial hair, Jeremy doesn't. If Jeremy has facial hair, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why: (For all those veteran readers out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; knows this, his left brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;compels&lt;/span&gt; him to challenge this rule to the best of his abilities. Thus making it a competition. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; all for competitive sports but gross, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unmatured&lt;/span&gt;, beards? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cmon&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; like fighting over a middle aged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hermione&lt;/span&gt;, without a full ride to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;NAU&lt;/span&gt;. I blog about this simply because I might, by mistake, sound serious if I were to approach him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....well that about covers it. Better be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hittin&lt;/span&gt; the old dusty bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256472754609359986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SPK-Hs4CjHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BV4yyDtqQaE/s400/Copy+of+HPIM1875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;passed out at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yarbs&lt;/span&gt;',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-2099535818311493554?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/2099535818311493554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=2099535818311493554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2099535818311493554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2099535818311493554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/10/swear-to-me.html' title='Swear to me'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SPK-PYYodeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jcMzjed0NJU/s72-c/HPIM1872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-44254341627036374</id><published>2008-09-26T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T17:41:56.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabetis check</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Jimmy and Joe's and felt filthy. So filthy that I got an H-cut and I shaved my face. I like to go in the pattern of.... Jeremy has facial hair, I don't. I have facial hair, Jeremy doesn't. That's the only way I make it out alive with a B average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/poilane"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/poilane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you click that link ill be proud of you. My friend Austin made a song and....ill admit it. Its a tear jerker. Check it out, download it, play it at mooj, and tell everybody that poilane is the new this providence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the office premier last night. I was impressed. Although seasons 1,2, and 3 were the best by far, 5th season will still be entertaining. The office relationships need to 1. Not be so inappropriate and 2. Not be focused on so much. I like the ridiculous episodes like the Dundee's and Dwali. But hey I guess the execs. at NBC decided to vote republican. I need to register to vote. The website denied my drivers license number and sent me to the MVD to get a new permit and in 3 months I can get my license. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...I bet you're wondering how Sadie's was. See for yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250494043676965154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SN2Ag7CreSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Xv9yb7Q61h8/s400/Copy+of+Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Other than dressing up as prosperous hotel managers from Reno Nevada, it was a bit tedious. I love dancing and all but when ladies come up to you and rub their filthy butt cracks all over you thigh, I tend to get a little nervous. Too bad small groups are disabled for 17 days. Ill just go married couples house group on tuesdays at jasons(This is the point where Jason, Andrew, and Seth take a deep breath and pray to yaweh that Im kidding. Axe on the other hand realizes his martin needs new elixers extra light, and gives me a call to borrow some).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Diabetis check,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;jon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-44254341627036374?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/44254341627036374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=44254341627036374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/44254341627036374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/44254341627036374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/09/diabetis-check.html' title='Diabetis check'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SN2Ag7CreSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Xv9yb7Q61h8/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-6086564988881643544</id><published>2008-09-14T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:12:31.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Souper Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SM22XKJ1FTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uBBENQMD6gA/s1600-h/camp+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246049649935324466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SM22XKJ1FTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uBBENQMD6gA/s400/camp+013.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Im about 90 percent back to normal since they hammered my wis-dons out. My jaw is still sore and I think Im going to finish off my pain pills with a coke shot. Other than that, the ice packs are put away, the movie channels are gone, and im eating solid food now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother and his friends invaded my home two nights ago and had a chill(kick) back (or whatever you guys want to call it) all over my back patio and living room. I was comfortable up until the point where I clearly took a girls seat and nothing was said or done about the situation. So after that awkward encounter, I went in my room and read a book right by my door on the ground. As I was reading, I hear my dog walking down the hall into my room and she is pretty old and doesnt like young adult kick backs, so I figure ill keep her in my room so she can settle down. Wrong. Its not my dog. Its the girl that had her seat stolen by me going to the bathroom. I didnt know this at the time. I opened my door with my foot not looking into the hall and started whistling, and rambunciously calling my dog with a high voice that I always talk to my dog with. I hear her stop and peak out in the hall....eye contact. I shut my door and spent the rest of the night feeling like a freckled face cartoon in my room. . . all in all. Pretty good cocktail party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well....shoot. I just wrote all that when Amanda specifically told me to write about something that wasnt exclusive to jeremy, austin, andrew, axe, jason, and occasionally ron.....and occasionally my gramma. I think im going to respect her request. I mean she is a doctor and all. I need to cool it with the jokes that dont make 100 percent sense or else she might toss me to the wolves. Lesson learned, I would have rather had souper salad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-6086564988881643544?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/6086564988881643544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=6086564988881643544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/6086564988881643544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/6086564988881643544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/09/souper-salad.html' title='Souper Salad'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SM22XKJ1FTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uBBENQMD6gA/s72-c/camp+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-7844787018262548723</id><published>2008-09-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:52:16.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These songs are a vibe from school</title><content type='html'>I think the worst part about getting my old wisdoms out is that I screwed up the opportunity to sleepover at steens. That happens what? Every 3...4 years? Oh well. My mom claims that after the surgery I was making jokes and being super friendly to all the nurses. Also I refused a wheelchair while nearly falling to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SMSC06rJPJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/or1b8sSkyGk/s1600-h/Copy+of+0905081002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243459711781125266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SMSC06rJPJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/or1b8sSkyGk/s320/Copy+of+0905081002.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats a picture of me about 10 min after surgery. My cheeks have pretty much looked the same since and its about 3 days after the surgery. I have worn that ice contraption all weekend. Heres the upside: The cable company decided to give our family a free weekend of movie channels just out of the blue. Thats definatly a plus when your on the couch 24/7. Somehow word got out to jerms. I guess I need to be more careful. Well as I continue on this liquid diet of snack packs, mac and cheese, homeade soup, jello, jello puddin pops, and oats, Ill brief everyone on the recovery process as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243462277699300706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SMSFKRdtbWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i-VbBg2yM2k/s320/IMG00046.jpg" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Defending the beach,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-7844787018262548723?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/7844787018262548723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=7844787018262548723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/7844787018262548723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/7844787018262548723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/09/these-songs-are-vibe-from-school.html' title='These songs are a vibe from school'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SMSC06rJPJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/or1b8sSkyGk/s72-c/Copy+of+0905081002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-1736548727642919171</id><published>2008-08-31T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:01:53.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raunch dressing</title><content type='html'>This blog is hard to keep up with. Since school started i feel like I'm completely swamped, when in real wife, i get off at 1130 and watch recorded episodes of Seinfeld till 6. Then after 6, I either go to mine, keep watching Seinfeld, eat dinner, change it to family matters, learn riffs from people who post themselves on you tube, or attempt to write promise a dedication letter. . . dedication as in I'm dedicated to have her shoot me for senior flikrs. I think I need to relax because later in the year im gonna need to get a job. . . goodness. Im not excited to see how I feel when i actually am swamped with College, full time job, the band i just joined, the church i just joined, wife, daughter, cane...man. Those of you who read this need to realize i need prayer in this because im drop dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Brian he led today at mooj. I oughta slap him. Good eatin, good eatin. Other than the chorus of it is you when i kept shredding when everyone cut out, when my conclusion was to keep shredding thinking it would eventually blend in, Brian threw his extra heavy Dunlap stainless steel series pick at me, it went pretty swell. Seth swells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seth swells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to see wiayk kayak (tsl). It was a good show. Although i miss the good ol days when me jerms and austin would go to the clubhouse and see thirte fs, goodbye tomorrow, the cover up, a bunch of other bands that played absolutely awful, and see greeley estizzle end. All this without eating or drinking water all day. Now its just a bunch of bands that sound the same. . . bunch-uh dirtballs. It was strange seeing austin interact with the cornerstoners. Just taking a step back and noticing their reaction, and his reaction to each others outward appearance made me think highly of the situation at hand. But for good ol times sake, austin and I didnt eat or drink since noon that day so we had two episodes of thinking we were about to ralph all over the women in front of us. Afterwards, since we didnt have our change, we bought four double....no make that TRIPPLE cheeseburgers at (you guessed it chinese) Mcdonalds. No fries, no drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy night done right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-1736548727642919171?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/1736548727642919171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=1736548727642919171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/1736548727642919171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/1736548727642919171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/08/raunch-dressing.html' title='Raunch dressing'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-2033675494384607921</id><published>2008-08-14T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:18:40.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulldozed</title><content type='html'>Tonight was an international beach house destruction mayhem fest 08. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical day at school. Mr Wherli trying to figure out his opinion on Odysseus's' motives as he approaches Hermes about a foot infection, Mr. Curran's annual grease burger, and the round trip ticket to who ville in ms adams class. Get off school, head down to souper salad. Waiters: Too helpful. Salads: Too delicious. . . . . Free ice cream: Jason's deli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I kick back for a good 4 hours taking in what I will least expect to be a night of a million nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie's birthday at Rumbage. Burrito bowls all around listening to old Breckenridge tunes couldn't have made my cold stone coffee mint chocolate amaretto double scoop cone taste any the more the merrier. But weight.......Parking meeting at acc. No big deal right? Walk in, get the rules and regs and have a blessed year parking at the lot right? ...right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the parking meeting was Shine all along! Bob for diarrhea, Medic ball, bob for more diarrhea, the sugar shack is back!, basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hold the phone. I'm not being the kid that kicks back at church events and says, "Jesus? Died on the what? Rose from the who?! Pshh no way dude. I have homework." Wrong. Im not that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like that kid. Nobody really caused this though. I guess it was all natural progression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics aside, richies birthday was full of steak bowls and firecrackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruz williams,&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-2033675494384607921?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/2033675494384607921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=2033675494384607921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2033675494384607921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2033675494384607921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/08/bulldozed.html' title='Bulldozed'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-1277011501372921790</id><published>2008-08-02T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:46:04.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SJS1_aStS_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/K10Bxo2WJbQ/s1600-h/002454805225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230005168278162418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SJS1_aStS_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/K10Bxo2WJbQ/s320/002454805225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SJS1_jwCFeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Yo5oAFF1jBo/s1600-h/item.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230005170817078754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SJS1_jwCFeI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Yo5oAFF1jBo/s320/item.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SJS2ALuBhbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wxIZYIoNSXQ/s1600-h/father-and-daughter-newborn-and-laptop-1-JR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230005181546071474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SJS2ALuBhbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wxIZYIoNSXQ/s320/father-and-daughter-newborn-and-laptop-1-JR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230426079710298722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SJY0zrkSQmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/CrWJLbgWwlM/s320/IMG_1387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SJS2AItw6QI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y6_yHpYVOLs/s1600-h/l_f3eb6e77c6c5ebf7849f7b404a27e85e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230005180739676418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="283" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SJS2AItw6QI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y6_yHpYVOLs/s320/l_f3eb6e77c6c5ebf7849f7b404a27e85e.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. The poll went well. Only one of you will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ba-&lt;/span&gt;rock the vote. The rest are Latinos. Great. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;2. School starts in 11 hours here. Not excited. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HaLF&lt;/span&gt; days will be a big benefactor in my life.&lt;br /&gt;3. Recently a colleague of mine who shall remain nameless advised me not to get a job for the next 3 years. I took his advice to heart and will live off of my big box of change until the fat lady gets hit by josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anderson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. Drum tracks went well.&lt;br /&gt;5. I will ask her out and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt; wont like it.&lt;br /&gt;6. My hot shave got more attention than needed.&lt;br /&gt;7. She will say how about some other time.&lt;br /&gt;8. I will play guitar at merge till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; 35.&lt;br /&gt;9. Jimmy and moes&lt;br /&gt;10. Moe's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get back into school might be easier,&lt;br /&gt;jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-1277011501372921790?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/1277011501372921790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=1277011501372921790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/1277011501372921790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/1277011501372921790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SJS1_aStS_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/K10Bxo2WJbQ/s72-c/002454805225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-5465601029183421181</id><published>2008-07-27T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:14:22.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer recap</title><content type='html'>Hey skeeters. This summer was filled with fulfillment's and commitment issues if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicked the summer off with a bang. Went bowling with Austin and the gang for his birthday. We bowled great and enjoyed a plate of pizza and cold drinks for over 17 dollars. Ripped? After we argued with the AMF manager champion (huge thighs) about whether or not our practice games cost 30 euros we left a 14 pound ball violently displayed in the gutter of lane 24.&lt;br /&gt;The San Diego trip ripped my shorts into shreds of beach burros. One event that came out of that was the Buddhist trying to sell me his meditation book with a smile. When I happily declined, he irrelevantly made the outrageous claim that we only use 10% of our minds while his eyebrows curled up into a disgruntled baby kitten. This of course triggered Nick to laugh right into his face causing me to feel like a jerk. I give this event a 9 out of 10 since we were on the beach being the biggest of all Kahunas. A few days after I returned from Sandy San Diego I hopped on a filthy bus and dangerously drove to Hume. When I realized Jeremy wouldn't move his Ki yak on account of the ladies I decided hes better off at wildwood.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing austin for about 15 min every two weeks made me feel like a church elder. The Cd's played in the car, the jokes told, harry garduno, Jack in the what, but most of all we embraced the horrible service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this last week of summer should be whatever it wants to be. Low key, or malnourished, either way I think Jeremy is a dirtbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I checked my phone after a long nap today and I have 33 missed calls from the Hubbells. Turns out I missed my cousins birthday. The voice mails went from, "Hey Jon! :P we're all meeting at fudruckers tonight hope you can make it! love you! :D :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to...."Jon...Its gramma. Stop avoiding your phone. Call me back. Bye." (Loud hangup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. Family gatherings are rough to miss. Especially when it looks like I miss them on purpose. All I did was fall asleep watching Family Matters in mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beez,&lt;br /&gt;-jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-5465601029183421181?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/5465601029183421181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=5465601029183421181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/5465601029183421181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/5465601029183421181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-recap.html' title='Summer recap'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-5077422463419800549</id><published>2008-07-13T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:58:54.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J Coop</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe its actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt; 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and I know half of my schedule. I feel like I hypothetically wrote about that two weeks ago. I feel bad about ditching Drew and max for chicks. I guess getting my books flew me through a tank of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; coffee. Richie and I filmed the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;drumline&lt;/span&gt; in the hot tub. No questions asked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nuff&lt;/span&gt; said. Hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;austins&lt;/span&gt; having an okay time In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;berlin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; a little worried. He must have found a wireless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;goneggtion&lt;/span&gt;. But the reason 4.0 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; worried is that he changed his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; mood from completely content to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;uncontent&lt;/span&gt;. I tried calling but some lady picked up. She was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this blog is for comedy relief in ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sress&lt;/span&gt; filled day job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224083462408371810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SH-sOw3X_mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UTSJn4V6xag/s320/ozlorecording-doug.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;. The blink 182 songs? This picture? Just Joshing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;anderson&lt;/span&gt;?! Admit it. Hey I'm not complaining. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a job, a daughter, a family, a wife, or air conditioning. You can imagine that my life is pure bean. It pretty much is. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; why school is such a hard transition from summer. Actually going somewhere everyday. Then getting a job. Woof. The truth is...sometimes I wish I could be taken seriously. Sometimes I wish I could just make a bigger impact by hanging with friends but instead I end up just telling jokes. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if this is beneficial to them or not but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not a teenage woman. Things are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lamenating&lt;/span&gt; being the guy people can say, "Hey. this guy! This guy can pay for all of us and just tell a joke about it." You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ralfin&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;jonny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lightnin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-5077422463419800549?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/5077422463419800549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=5077422463419800549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/5077422463419800549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/5077422463419800549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/07/gokee-joe-king.html' title='J Coop'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SH-sOw3X_mI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UTSJn4V6xag/s72-c/ozlorecording-doug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-6349525164514239037</id><published>2008-07-03T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:29:36.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralph dont Ralph on this bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After two solid months of waiting, I finally got a response from Skeels. Turns out she broke her toe all summer and has no access to any type of gradebook. The result of my constant frustration with her led me to enter her name in the "Interested in the army national guard" sweepstakes at ASU. Thus loading her mailbox with all sorts of pamphlets and brochures rendering her speechless and willing to find a new religion (Wiccan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the new poll I got going on. Think about it..."Will you ba-rock the vote?" Got a nice ring modulator to it. Well I gave you guys thirty days (with morgan spurlock) to spread your opinion so hopefully more people vote other than andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a little upset that I missed seminary last night. I did the correct amount of reading and didnt hear the results. Do you guys remember when seth did the high school worship? Pretty nuts. Whats this I hear about another worship workshop? I accepted. Re GAD less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove up to grizzly greer last night and saw the biggest elk I have ever seen in my entire unhealthy life in the lane right next to mine on a two lane highway going 76 so and so miles an hour in cruise (in USA) control. After that, I threw up all over the steering wheel. Two Blink 182 albums later I decided to stop and get a hot cup of joe maizel to stay awake since it was threat level 11 30 o brien betz. Circle k was out of hot stinky coffee so I resorted to a hot stinky monster. Woofed it in 5 minutes. After I threw up all over the parking lot, I decided to stay at a motel 8 and finish the drive at the crack of don smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218926599747200146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SG1aF2bE5JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fafjR3v1pgc/s400/IMG00035.jpg" width="322" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218933557683197778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SG1ga2wSl1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/nDE14JzRKuM/s400/IMG00036.jpg" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blessed be the-uh,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;jon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-6349525164514239037?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/6349525164514239037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=6349525164514239037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/6349525164514239037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/6349525164514239037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/07/ralph-dont-ralph-on-this-bus.html' title='Ralph dont Ralph on this bus'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SG1aF2bE5JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fafjR3v1pgc/s72-c/IMG00035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-2181745384333017159</id><published>2008-06-23T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:28:01.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The results are in</title><content type='html'>Lets linger upon the subject of my recent poll. Shall we? Stereotypically, most people who read this blog are Christians, and carry the same opinions as bean. The lucky winner that five out of the eleven lucky voters voted for was: it fits within my lifestyle. Really? Come on. According to Newsweek, if everyone had at least 3 of themselves in the U.S. alone, the economy would evaporate due to drought. Lake Mead? More like "Wickenberg Dunes". Dont worry though. I think Jesus will be in my front lawn before cloning becomes a normality. Case closed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been mulling over a "Fire in the hole". Just listen. With the large cherry coke in hand, instead of throwing it into the drive through window, I just set it on the ledge and drove away. Much safer, no waste of resourses, mackie, doesnt make anyone mad, maden, you still get your food, Yelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death curb was really good live. Its not like its Garden state. What do you expect? We saw them in a mens PE locker room. Yes. The middle schoolers in front of us decided to spray axe all over themselves and laugh about it to everyones faces during the show. Which then triggered nuclear war with my nos-drills. Merk Merxon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215684719142809506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SGHVnkDwr6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v5WjiADd2r8/s320/camp+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215684714881075970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SGHVnULrywI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T2GMNPC3qho/s320/camp+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215683654592804658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SGHUpmTQtzI/AAAAAAAAADs/dQbcZijnofs/s320/jts+first+turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My house is a big cajun luow right now. I feel bad isolating myself to the dell while my family mingles. But sometimes I just dont fit in. Especially when J.T. Hubbell isnt around. Its just when I try to make a few jokes I get all these weird looks. At least when jt is around he can throw my jokes into overdrive. And is it impossible to not be a big fan of grits but still have a little? Apparently it is. Not to be the "usual teen" but hey if my jokes single out a group or religion im sorry. Masters of comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...thats about it. I did delete my previous blergeblog with jason as a caveman. The pictures were touching but the blog portion (after proofreading it mult dibble times) wasnt up to par. In fact it was a mulligan (One of the many jokes that was frowned upon this evening).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defending my girlfriend (countless times),&lt;br /&gt;jonny lightnin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-2181745384333017159?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/2181745384333017159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=2181745384333017159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2181745384333017159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2181745384333017159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/06/results-are-in.html' title='The results are in'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SGHVnkDwr6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/v5WjiADd2r8/s72-c/camp+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-8467431931813329437</id><published>2008-06-15T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:45:10.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Back from Hume. Boy what a riot. The theme was a bit unique. God looked at me right in the face and asked me why im following him. The only answer I had was because the bible said so, or I would dissapoint people in my life. Not good enough. So overall God slapped me around and told me beef up on the word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212010763126122242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SFTILLWlJwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K1xynOpGbwg/s320/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212010155502424626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SFTHnzxzUjI/AAAAAAAAACs/FvN8lnGkWnA/s320/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212009732382234786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SFTHPLiFmKI/AAAAAAAAACk/EQXEMEPzSmA/s320/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212009223109916882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SFTGxiWGuNI/AAAAAAAAACM/pu--4Qnnlb0/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the new cigar rote is rockin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-8467431931813329437?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/8467431931813329437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=8467431931813329437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/8467431931813329437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/8467431931813329437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/06/spirit-girl.html' title='Spirit Girl'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SFTILLWlJwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K1xynOpGbwg/s72-c/Picture+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-7308869624303697437</id><published>2008-06-07T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:16:45.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Hume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f58/teppeiasian7090/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 475px" height="638" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f58/teppeiasian7090/Picture072.jpg" width="549" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-7308869624303697437?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/7308869624303697437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=7308869624303697437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/7308869624303697437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/7308869624303697437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/06/ready-for-hume_07.html' title='Ready for Hume'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-8892340951185407357</id><published>2008-06-06T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:16:27.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human beings deck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The circumstances I have fallen into are quite fourtuneatly inconsiquential. Heres why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have no means of transportation. My brother took my car, and my mom took her car to Greer. (Waste of Garse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They also took the bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Andrews sore throat medicine is a prank from his doctor. His name is El Bosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pro tools M-powered has a mind of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Im headed up to summa camp tomorrow. 17 (count em) 17 hour drive. Theres going to be at least 35 conversations about if someone were to come up to Jesus speaking perfect spanish Jesus would either understand or relieve the Spaniard of his or her duties. Just (you guessed it) joshing anderson. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212946811800703682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SFgbgYZi0sI/AAAAAAAAADE/etx_Y0nPyok/s400/DSC03488-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Other than that, it was good to see Jerms in Sunny San Diego. He's a big believer in being a gentleman. I took my family to Mows for my birthday. They didnt like it. The Joey bag of so and so's played super smash bros with their small intestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick summery:&lt;br /&gt;-Not looking foward to the bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;- Once Principal Edwards hands us our diplomas, the breckenbros will be a summer short of the 4th annual&lt;br /&gt;-Coupons for pizza are very hard to come by at my house&lt;br /&gt;-Im totally going to ask her out&lt;br /&gt;-Im going to find Mark mouse tomorrow and knock him unconscious with his snare stand&lt;br /&gt;-She will say she is busy&lt;br /&gt;-I am in a new sitcom called "So lets get oriented" starring my brother and Nick roser on comedy night done right&lt;br /&gt;-I have no means of transportation for the first time in 2 two years and it is worth bragging about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debunk,&lt;br /&gt;Jan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-8892340951185407357?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/8892340951185407357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=8892340951185407357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/8892340951185407357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/8892340951185407357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/06/human-beings-deck.html' title='Human beings deck'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SFgbgYZi0sI/AAAAAAAAADE/etx_Y0nPyok/s72-c/DSC03488-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-2317083791415682726</id><published>2008-06-03T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:43:03.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ransom note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms. Skeels,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Jon Hubbell from your second hour earth science class. I hope you're having a fabulous, well deserved summer break!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The reason I'm emailing you is because I noticed I recieved a D on the final I took. Normally I have a pretty accurate guess as to what I deserve in a class. However this startled me because the final you gave was word for word in our notes. I find it hard to believe that I would miss that many if the answers were right in front of me. I didnt guess on any, or randomly fill in the blanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not asking you to change my grade. I just needed to confront the situation to you in case a mistake was made. If it wasnt a mistake, I believe an explanation is in order. You have till 5.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks, and hope to hear!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207885034994379522" style="WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" height="297" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SEYf2MXpqwI/AAAAAAAAABg/z0OTfwHBV94/s400/Copy+of+Picture+070.jpg" width="505" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-2317083791415682726?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/2317083791415682726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=2317083791415682726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2317083791415682726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2317083791415682726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/06/j-coop.html' title='Ransom note'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SEYf2MXpqwI/AAAAAAAAABg/z0OTfwHBV94/s72-c/Copy+of+Picture+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-2534591730810288510</id><published>2008-05-29T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:25:12.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rett syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SD-dv8XpqvI/AAAAAAAAABY/VQ4vqnp2Ydo/s1600-h/scan0003.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206053141248322290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SD-dv8XpqvI/AAAAAAAAABY/VQ4vqnp2Ydo/s320/scan0003.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heading to the lost empire of socal tomorrow. First thing I'll do? Probably ditch bio-tech and surf with Axe and his crew. Last thing I'll do? Ignoramus. 2nd thing I'll do? Tell Ryan gaurd, at 6 am on sunday, that I totally forgot I was going out of town and frantically try and get Eli or Joey in an orderly fashion ("show").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it is already July 24th and I know half of my schedule for senior year. Well, 4th hour I got verella and 2nd is Drafting. Yeah I know. I needed the rio credentials. What do I have to lose? Okay, juan is giving me a dirty look and pointing at the uncut bread. See ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a busy summer so far. The only reason I'm looking foward to my birthday is so I can buy my brother cigars. I always end up getting him a vest, a weird al poster, or an ink cartridge. And if I get him one more of those items, he might start swearing. What kind of seminar should I sign up for? End times? Dinos? Microsoft excell? The book of Malachai? MuSLAMS inc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That was a mistake on my part. You're absolutely right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blorg wasnt as good because Im at the ACC coffee shop and 3 people asked how I want my parking spot destroyed. One being, Bill Meiter. I chose emplosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defending my Grandparents for the fourteenth time,&lt;br /&gt;jon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-2534591730810288510?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/2534591730810288510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=2534591730810288510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2534591730810288510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2534591730810288510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/05/rett-syndrome.html' title='Rett syndrome'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SD-dv8XpqvI/AAAAAAAAABY/VQ4vqnp2Ydo/s72-c/scan0003.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-5181114281545119276</id><published>2008-05-24T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:28:56.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Jon. What will you be doing this summer? Really? I disagree man.</title><content type='html'>So it hasn't quite hit me that I have no school for 10 weeks. Not that I want it to. But it would be nice for my body to communicate with me once in a while with something other than, hey that woman is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sitting in Greer on a computer. The soil is covered in snow, in late May which makes me want to call Al Gore and ask him where the best place is to find solar panels. But hey, politics aside, lets dwell on the subject of the subject of this blog. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Heres why: So the plan was to quit my job, burn my school work in a local firepit, sit in a lawn chair, defeat the dark beast Gannondorf, and deny planning center's bogus offers to play "Electric Guitar" at Mooj. (This is the point where Ryan axe, Andrew, Jason, and Ron, roll their eyes and plan to have a serious talk with me)&lt;br /&gt;But hey, politics aside, I think I'm going to try and make this summer as prodictive as I can. Whenever I tell myself, "Hey, this summer will be awesome, low key, and sexy", God reminds me how destructive it can be to be in a house all by yourself. Your mind is a serious weapon that can develop anxiety, hatred, and loads of garbage that can turn you into a dark beast (Gannondorf). And once I realize, Hey maybe I better spend sometime with God, I just read a paragraph in Leviticus telling me to not mack on my bros wife, when all that really does is make my conscience feel better and I totally block out what God really wants me to do. Know wham sayin?&lt;br /&gt;Well since Gaurd of Lard is gone, nobody gets doughnuts (Comedy relief).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defending the breach,&lt;br /&gt;jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-5181114281545119276?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/5181114281545119276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=5181114281545119276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/5181114281545119276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/5181114281545119276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-jon-what-will-you-be-doing-this.html' title='Hey Jon. What will you be doing this summer? Really? I disagree man.'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-2577328328738507288</id><published>2008-05-20T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:23:01.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I look like a "Yuppie"</title><content type='html'>Heres why: I plogged (sp! :P) myself a new post about five minutes ago. Right when I post, I say to myself, "Man I wonder if my dad called?" Turns out, he did. But more importantly There is a text from Andrew telling me to blog. This makes me upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres why: A few days ago he told me to have my own "Thought" and not do things that were plagerized as "his own thoughts". I have no idea what he was refering to, but I got the idea, and respected it. By posting that blog below me, I now have to be punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-2577328328738507288?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/2577328328738507288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=2577328328738507288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2577328328738507288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2577328328738507288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-look-like-yuppie.html' title='I look like a &quot;Yuppie&quot;'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-1334104456899556914</id><published>2008-05-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:13:47.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy and Hari</title><content type='html'>This school year is drawing to a close. The Skeels finale went well. Im not sure who to thank, or be mad at. We all quesitioned her about whether or not we were taking  part 2, 2 and half, or 3 of our final. She either didnt want us to know, or wanted us to find the strength within our bodies, and work together to problem solve. I never asked Mr forbes if he liked the new Death Cab. So if I see the slogan, "No regrets", I will happily burn it to the ground. We all have regrets. Every single one of us. I also regret buying a digitech. Not worth 200 bucks, and 3 of the same sounds, with 200 different names. Definatly my B. Another regret I have is not asking B whether she could sign my yearbook or not. I'll never know. Maybe ill invite her to a D backs game this summer and bring my yearbook along. Will I ever turn in my Hume money? Its possible. I really do feel bad putting it off. I didnt mean to. What can I say? I've been a little busy. Quitting my job, Zelda, mixing, mothers day, sweeps week, trying to come up with a band name for Matt and Ryan, house groups, playing with Phill "do we tip" ping "you guys?" Hopefully Cantelmo wont find a baby girl within the classroom. Hopefully he will slam dance his way right into the most beautiful, anti e harmonized (not large), woman at the next thrice show we go to. That will be the tour for their next record, "Wind" (the lost element) and it will be all electric bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detox,&lt;br /&gt;jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-1334104456899556914?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/1334104456899556914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=1334104456899556914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/1334104456899556914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/1334104456899556914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/05/jeremy-and-hari.html' title='Jeremy and Hari'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-2005089608004850344</id><published>2008-05-16T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:06:38.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Owl city</title><content type='html'>Threat level midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedee night ihop after promotion, after the fight, after the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial plans: Stay home, noodle on the stratisphere, and defeat the sky temple. Boy was I wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201486812485635026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SC9ksoIVy9I/AAAAAAAAABI/fivYTbiDwFk/s320/Christmas+%2707+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Surprise plans that caught me by surprise: Walking into ihop I realized that Centenial Middle School had just finnished up their promotion. Let me just say that if I looked like the 8th graders I saw tonight, I wouldnt be saved. . . .just joshing anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed something light so i ordered a "Tall glass of water" for here. After scanning the menu one or two times I figured light meant a cheesey onion omlete with 4 stacks of pancakes smothered in crude oil. Win Win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the baby stopped crying, the 8th graders stopped over d-ing on "The Bakersfield Dozen (with your choice of bacon, ham, or sorsage)", and after we stopped flirting with the waitress, I realize its about 11 o'brien and we need to start packing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we get into the car we seek through dude ranch trying to pick a song and who knows whoville who would have guessed, we both have seventeen missed calls from Jerms. Heres why: Jeremy and the Fraum squad were sitting at a party minding their minder binders, when suddenly, they were literally attacked by ("you guessed it")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out: When push comes to shove, you dont want to be doing either because they can wound you up in a STOLEN crv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201246839777905602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SC6KcYIVy8I/AAAAAAAAABA/U5VBzqfVtnI/s320/scan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Defending the-uh,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-2005089608004850344?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/2005089608004850344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=2005089608004850344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2005089608004850344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/2005089608004850344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/05/owl-city.html' title='Owl city'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17338477536642658027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/Sot2SZqeE9I/AAAAAAAAAM8/9jfvPuYjJT4/S220/57560008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SC9ksoIVy9I/AAAAAAAAABI/fivYTbiDwFk/s72-c/Christmas+%2707+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729317618016610966.post-5567355460426381480</id><published>2008-05-13T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:35:28.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon's paper is pretty good and you're going to have to read it. Quickly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This title might leave you with an eyebrow raised, a decision to be made, and bills to be paid. Thats the reaction I was going for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, in English, I will be presenting my play with my group. Its called, "Yonkers". Heard of it? Not only that, but it won six, count em, six tonys. What are tonys? Tonys are that piece simplicity in your mind that re-charges everytime you visit, "The Great Indoors".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andre got tossed out of Skeels today for playing pacman when he was supposed to be doing his assignment. Skeels eyed his computer, and thats all it took before she swatted his hand off the mouse, and logged off into oblivion. After Andre's attempt to log back in, Skeels had finally had enough, and called Lou in to clean up the mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andre is someone I admire. Someone who says, "My excess intelligence will surpass your ability to judge me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could show him who Christ is, and what a joy it is to honor him. I wish I could do that to a lot of people. But its not that easy. One slip of the tounge adds 3 pounds of doubt on your stomach and I eventually give up. Hopefully God will have a successful attempt at one of those in store for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Defending the breach,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200087400471448450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ikzSfokF6Rg/SCpr8IIVy4I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0roD3HRV8Vk/s320/Picture+021.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729317618016610966-5567355460426381480?l=jon-the-don.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/feeds/5567355460426381480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729317618016610966&amp;postID=5567355460426381480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/5567355460426381480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729317618016610966/posts/default/5567355460426381480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jon-the-don.blogspot.com/2008/05/jons-paper-is-pretty-good-and-youre.html' title='Jon&apos;s paper is pretty good and you&apos;re going to have to read it. 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