jon has mono.

am i the only one with access to a computer? if thats the case things could get pretty boring around here.

and the punishment for quinn will be death... by slitting.

done just in time for the simpsons.

alright, so earlier i posted saying that i have a love in my life, that was a qoute from a movie. so, don't get any crazy ideas and start thinking i have a girlfriend, cause i don't.
duh, its been rendering for hours jon, thats what it does.

i mean, i could be superman, i could.

it's been rendering for hours ryan!

no one knows anything.
i've decided.
that's the truth.
the truth is final.
sometimes i wish the charter had laser-beam-eyes.

I just got home from the festival. I've never tried anything quite like it, it was amazing. There were so many punks and freaks. Drunk people all over the place, people on drugs, naked people, stoned people but basically all around happy people. On a festival with 100.000 participants the over all happiness rate was rocket high. Listen to this, this is what the statistics say: On this festival, with about 100.000 participants, there is less violence than in a town the same size. This is crazy taken in consideration that on the festival, almost everybody are drunk or on drugs. I've never seen so many happy people in my life.

Metallica played, I didn't get there in time to see it though. Not my favorite kind of music but it was nominated to the best concert, amazing stageshow they say. Jon, I missed Mew, can you believe it, I fell asleep. The Cardigans were on during my three hour nap as well, Blur on the other hand was on during my wake hours. That was a pretty cool concert. In addition to that I saw Sigur Ros, Coldplay, Kashmir and Massive Attack. They finished the festival with Bjork. I was way up front. A Curse upon Digital Cameras not in my possession.

i have a love in my life. it makes me stronger than anything you can imagine.

remember those times, when you feel like you're about to lose everything that matters to you?
at least there'll be someon for a 4am to talk it over.

i predict a forecast of vengeance, comin your way

POINT #1: jess was never on 4am.
POINT #2: we've all agreed that chuck's mom is not a girl.
the charter still stands. and always will. i'm sorry, but said charter cannot be publicly disclosed. but it does include great health benefits (here on mars, son).

Hooray, finally I heard from my boy!

nobody's kicking anyone out. especially ryan. where's my mom? oh, and yeah i took your bottle rocket. the good news needed to be spread, and i was faithful to that calling. i won a lot of people over to it. i can now yell out, 'why do you have that tape on your nose,' in many many places and hear, 'exactly,' right back. so, get over it whiny baby. get into your little baby car and drive around sait babysburg.

it's sweet.

well, to sum up the past 3 weeks...i got to the villiage, explored around a bit, and then got sick, and somewhere during the whole thing...went completely insane. i honestly came closer than i care to admit to becoming a guy out of apocalypse now...some paranoid weirdo who shines his flashlight all over the room at night because he thinks he hears rats.

i was all martin sheen during the day, and on the outside- quiet and brooding. at night, though, and in my head...i was dennis hopper (the psycho journalist guy). no, brando. a combination of the two. i'm not sure. but whatever it was, it wasn't good. i haven't been myself for weeks, guys. and i'm skinny as crap, too. hah, i went brando, baby.

i got more depressed in the villiage than i've been in years...couldn't sleep at night because there may or may not have been (i might have imagined it) tons of rats running around the house all night, and one night, i had one of them (that may or may not have been real) run across me in the middle of the night.

beacause we only had about two to four hours of power every night, we would go to bed at about 8-10pm every night, and while most people (i'm told) would fall asleep right away, i would lay there for several hours, sometimes most of the night, trying desperately to fall asleep. i tried every trick in the book, and nothing would work. when i would finially get to sleep, it was haunted by awful dreams. awful dreams. i don't wanna go into it. i'll just say that, ryan man, the worst dream you've ever told me that you've had has nothing on these.

i tried every trick in the book to fall asleep, and nothing would work. it's fine though, really...i think i'm okay now. i hope i am. life is strange in the villiage...i don't think my 'self' got along too well with it.

things are better now, leaving there made all the difference, though. i'm not miserable now, i don't want to slip on a rock and die anymore...and life is better here, though i very anxiously await coming home. it's burning in me, i need to get back, and thankfully, that's soon.

but, here's some mega-positive things, for those of you with email windows open ready to send me a message- chiding me about my attitude. i've never had such a good, intense time with god than i did in my time in the villiage. i feel very strongly that the whole dts was building up to my trip to ono. it is truly a very beautiful place (as you can see from the pictures), and i really did have a very special time exploring, and thinking on that island.

i, believe it or not, would like to come back here someday, perhaps under different pretenses, and do some work here, maybe set these people up with solar power or something. maybe go on a honeymoon, or something. whatever.

my time there was not totally 100% awesome, nor was it totally complete hell (well, not all the time). i cannot wait to get home, i can't wait to see you all again. my house, papa john's with extra cheese sauce, star wars marathon, best friends only...and that's an order, baby.

see you in the car.


wait, nobody kill anyone!

i thought i kicked you out yesterday.
actually that was 2 weeks ago.
well whenever and whatever I did, it still stands.

i rule you.
[4am has successfully been converted back to a listing of quotes, inside jokes, and online tests. well YOU decided to read this. i ask myself that same question every day.]

we'll be bigger than the lion king.

Sparks, i can't go back to margarine.

how the heck does ben rey get such a nice house?