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Name: Jonathan
Interests: Faith, chillin with friends... just trying to be laid back and outgoing
Expertise: no one can match a certified 100% genuine jray hug : )
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AIM:  blinddog86
Member Since:
10/2/2004
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| So there I was, right, sitting in my Calculus BC exam, thinking, "Hot damn these problems are har... When was the last time I posted on my Xanga?" That's right folks--the excitement of calculus ap exams could not overshadow my soul's longing to post. In the afternoon's World History AP exam, I faced a similar dilemma. I wanted so badly to write about the evils of Western imperialism and the goodness of the Mongolian empire and why Bush is responsible for crap that happened a thousand years ago, but alas.... I just couldn't.
So to appease my soul and my shoulder devil, I present to you the saga entitled, "The Sputs and Sputters of J.Ray's Clunkers." Tis a lame title, but the best ones always are--you never would guess it was about my car.
My car, an 1988 Audi 5000, was born in, you guessed it, 1988 in some poor German equivalent of a sweatshop with burley men and beer. Yes--at German factories you can drink on the job... if only MBA would follow suit. Then I guess it made its way over here to the U.S. on a voyage that I affectionately call its pilgrimmage. After a brief tenure as an old lady's steed, it resided in her garage from 1994 to 2000, when my badass dad acquired it. After a few minor repairs, my dad drove it with few incidents--then I turned 15. Unleashed from my childhood restrictions (at least with parental supervision anyway), I prowled the church parking lots, speeding like a madman and slamming the brakes, all to break in that wild beast. Memories include cutting a turn just a little too late and ending up with some overhanging brush/branches nicking the car. Only problem was that the windows (on the passenger side, of course, next to my dad) were rolled down and he got a mouthful of juicy green leaves and twigs. Then of course, who can forget the look of terror in an unsuspecting elderly lady's face walking out of a church to see a car careening towards her? Good times, good times.
But alas the car was tamed, and that July I dubbed it with a special name. Being stuck at Boxwell with a bunch of germy snot nosed rowdy pesky jerkish pre-teenage boys for a week, I was miserable. Normally I had a good time, being one of said devils myself, but this year I was the Senior Patrol Leader and had to round up those horrible wretched children. In the midst of my despair and sadistic thoughts, I received a family care package : ). The package was in a big envelope with a "The Night of Christmas" (poem/book my mom and dad wrote) watermark with the wisemen and camels. In it was a little box from my dad, which had in it a key to the car and a note that said, "The key to a camel that may always bring you home safely." Since then my car has been dubbed, "The Camel."
NOTE: The Camel does not appreciate being derided as "The Llama," but we'll get to that in a bit...
As a cruisin testosterone-driven (I really hope either Dani or Kadi is reading that ; )) 16 year old guy, the opportunities were endless...
and with that cliffhanger I leave you : P. after all, what saga had only one part?
dare to believe
p.s.-i'm trying really really hard to get new pics uploaded, but the software for the camera is being a real b*atchsky rite now | | |
| Since so many people have been devastated by my lack of postings, here's another jewel of profound wisdom. If you constantly check xangas, I assume you do the same, if not to a greater extent, to away messages.
So without further ado:
Today we salute you, Mr. Compulsive Away Message Checker. While most people are out actually having a fun life, you are at home reading about it on your computer screen. Right mouse click, Get Buddy Info, or the little Info box at the bottom of the Buddy List. You have people on that list you haven't talked to in years, but you still loyally read their away messages every day to see what they're up to. So, crack open an ice cold Bud Light, Marauder of the Mousepad, and don't wander too far from your computer because you never know when someone's away message may change. | | |
| most people post really private stuff on these--like the stuff you just don't want to know about people. that said, expect nothing from this website but a waste of 5 minutes of your time :)
kooky stuff you proly didn't want to know:
1. i have about 6 or 7 pairs of chili pepper boxers
2. my car's name is 'the camel'
3. my favorite drink is green chai
stay tuned for more.... | | |
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