In what is probobly the biggest loss I've had since June of 99, I just lost my bookmarks file. Do you know how rough that is?

I had about three to four..HUNDRED links in there...damn it.

And the worst part? How it happened. I was tapping in random keys (read: moshing) on the keyboard when I got hold of the command key. Cmd B, Cmd A, Del = Bookmarks, Select All, Delete.

Fuck.

No. Fuck doesn't describe it.

If this error of mine was a malignable organism which I could hold in my hand I would give it pinstriped skin with my knife, cutting it up from head to toe in long stripes, leaving enormous french fry strips of skin. I would take these strips of skin and wrap them around the persons body, strapping them down so they couldn't move. I would then pour salt and soda and lemons and pee on them. Then I would drag them behind a motorboat at 70 knots so their remaining skin was torn off, and I'd stop short they they would fly right into the propeller.

That's what I would do If someone had deleted my bookmarks. But it was me. ME! FUCK ME!

I had a backup from around 08-26-2000. That makes it all slightly better. BUT STILL. SOO MUCH USEFUL CRAP.

I'm gonna go weap, and write a song about it. I suck at being emo. :-p

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never again will a mosh my keyboard.

AND I NEED TO DO A FUCKING BACKUP. If I lost my mp3s I'd break out in tears. Seriously. I'm gonna start BUing now.

Well I was at Amy's sweet 16 when the adolescents shirt auction ended... and the deadstocks are too much like the ones I already own. The Jacket is still hot. For 3$, sure.

VINTAGE 60S PLAID LEVIS "E" MEN PANTS

Thats where its at. But I have to convince mom that they're hot, and worth 27$. Eeek.

Unlike the flares, even though they're big on me, I can belt these, cus they're not supposed to be tight. They're supposed to be HOT.

Gotta sleep. Finish another a chapter of People's History too, maybe.

Did I have homework this weekend? Fuck that... Math homework tomorow mornin' and physics during lunch or so... score. We'll see, now won't we. O FUCK..Second trimester...time to make up courses to take...

RAMBLE RAMBLE RAMBLE....

Tell your mom you need a day off
So we can play out in the rain
We'll catch a ride to the mall
Go down to the Arcade
Cus that's where all the cool kids play

Tell your mom you need a day off
Cus I don't fell like school today...

Juliana Theory. werd.

Items I' currently looking at on eBay...
Adolsecents Blue shirt punk epitaph frontier
Deadstock Levi's StayPrest Plaid Flares w/ Tag
Vintage Haggar Cotton Plaid Jacket Size 40!!!

I think its getting time to clean out my bookmarks..too many fucking bookmarks.

Its thanksgiving weekend. Is Amy's sweet 16 tonight? fuckedy fuck fuck. I suck at this whole organization thing.

Crap, and I wanted to go find some bitchin pants at Paramus Park, 'cept for that whole Holiday shopping tendancy.

I'm going to try and sell the hub i have left over on ebay now, so I can sell the computer next, just in time for holiday season..hehe

On a forgotten note, have you ever tried to write a poem in a language you don't have a broad vocabulary in, that rhymes? ITS IMPOSSIBLE. I couldn't have done it without the internet. I searched the net for long french passages, and searched them for words ending in the word ending i was looking for (ex. maintenant, "ant "). The space is important to signify the end of a word. THen I would translate that word in babelfish to see if I could use it. For a brief minute or so, my DSL went out, and I was forced to use a 1915 French->Swedish translating book. One way, no Swedish->French..! All hope was lost. Then it came on again. woo to that. It was still hard as fuck.

Quantum mechanics is the mindfuck that binds us...

It's 1 AM, and I can painfully say that the night is young. I now know why koreans have small eyes, so they can stay up later. Explanation: my eyes burn like no eyes have ever burned before. Like the crotch of a diseased pornstar. Ewww....

Tomorows Schedule...
Bus - Learn Characters for Odysseus Quiz.
Morning - Finish Gilgamesh Death Stage Analysis, Review for AP Calc Quiz.
Lunch - Chem.Chem.Chem. Find Sal and ask him about...Chem. Chem Test.

Ouch. Eyes. burn. My body is so tormented.....

Here's my french poem that I just wrote....
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Vous êtes ici.
Par Johan Ugander

Je réveille et l’aube a rien.
J'ai dormi, mais je ne sais pas combien.
Je vis et les jours sont froid.
J'ai rêvé, mais je ne sais pas de quoi.

Vous n'êtes pas ici maintenant,
Seulement, je suis un enfant.
Vous avez été la mère que je n'ai pas eu.
Comme nous Il n'y a eu aucun autre deux

Vous avez mené moi quand les heures ont été le plus foncé.
Mais maintenant, je ne suis plus triste, parce que j'ai pensé
Je pense les temps quand nous avons célébré notre joie,
Et les jours ne sont plus froid.

Vous êtes ici.
Vous êtes ici.
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Oooo...Ahhhh...

I can now feel my muscles claiming mutiny against my body and my brian. Something weird felt like it was just dispersed in my foot. Like a fluid, taking it over. Like a muscle putting up the white flag. There is no surrendering in HELL. H-E-Double hockey sticks.

They just might be giants....

So... If you were the president of the United States, who would you be? If you were a Palm Beach County ballot, where would you hide?

damn.

President. Who needs em? They're only purpose is to server to take the blame for what senate and house do wrong. And shine in the glory of the congress' success. They don't actually do anything. They can't change anything. If Nader or Browne were elected, nothing would change. The senate has control of anything the president might and will do. That's why third parties need to start from within the congress. Wo Jesse Ventura! Oi!

Yet another thought to fill the void between my thoughts and reality...

Well after ailing for a day or so, I'm now better, no longer sick. Reading the Odyssey is fucking with my speak. grrr. Though I must admit, it is a very good read indeed. Why can't tasks be as material as they are before Odysseus in this tale of Homers?

Everything that faces me, the tasks before me, are all intricate and mentally drilling. I wish to have my physical qualities tested on the open land.

And THAT'S why I'm spending the summer south of East Bumblefuck. Where that lies, I know not. I may journey to Europe, South America..whatever. I just wanna get out and seeee the woooorld.

Experience the world. Be a monk in Asia. It's a shame it can't last linger then the 2 months of the summer.

damn.

Netatalk file sharing SUCKS. damnit. It worked fine with the old servix server, but then they had to go change things, and now its all fucked up. damnit.

I've spent the whole sat-sun weekend working on that fucking box. That, and watching SLC-Punk. Quality quality movie. 5 stars. O ya, and I saw Evil Dead, scarriest movie ever. And I finished reading the Code Book. So maybe I did some other stuff, but servix is occupying so much of my time, its agrivating.

The Code Book was the first book I've finished cover to cover since.... Old Man and the Sea, sophmore year... before that...Things they Carried, freshman year. Before that, maybe something in 8th grade. I've always had a tendancy to stop reading when it gets near the end. o well.

My name is jonas.

jonas, johan, same thing. Weezer is positively the shit. Have I gone soft to emo? fuck you. SLC Punk is equally the shit. I have a mutual respect for all punk rock. Fuck ya.

Paramus Park is open tomorow. Im gonna call jackie and ask if she wants to go the salvation army.. tee-hee. hell ya.

thoughts...sorta.

it IS my job to keep punk rock elite. I need to regulate.

I got DSL...I got DSL...I got DSL... cus I'm really smart! (to the tune of blue's clues). I got servix routing internal->external now, Mandrake 7.1 is good ish, MandrakeUpdate is even better ish. I am downloading the movie SLC-Punk at 50k/sec. Mmmm...yummy. That makes it all worth while...

i'm so happy. After a hige part in Hillsdale, the town next door, and two of my friends getting busted, I got off scott free. And I was drunker then the two of them combined. :-). Experience has taught me to run as soon as I read P-O-L-I . . . I grabbed my backpack and darted out the door. As the night unraveled I found erik, and we headed home around 12. Quality ish. Haven't had a time like that since Sweden... minus the cops. Drink drink drink... no smokin for me, I'm a good kid.. :-)

I realize that my mom and dad may be reading this, or, for that matter, may someday read this. Do I care? no. hi! The purpose of this site is to an all out naked documentation of my thoughts. I want my kids to be able to read it and say, wow, dad, you were hardcore. amen to that.

I'm predicting it now. In 2001, Gore will be elected President.

Well, it used to be Tony Hawk. Now its The Code Book. Im soooo compulsive, I can't help it. For the first time in ages, I didn't go on my computer for more then fifteen minutes all weekend. I just read. The book is filled with mindfucks, which I'll elaborate on soon, like Enigma, Linear B, etc. No time. Back to my crack, as I prefer to call it.

On the note of a crack of past, Jay's brother is the biggest peice of shit I've coem to know. Well, a short week ago, the crack was Tony Hawk 2, and the kid cheated to get the secret levels. The nerve of some....DAMNIT.

I got Peoples History, too, but no time to read it. Read read read read. I wanna be a cryptologist...i wanna stick my fingers right up your a-- no wait. thats Proctologist. A song by Beefcake. Off the Serial Killer Comp. Wicked.

Still need sex. Speaking of which, Midevil times was un-fuckin-believable. My voice still hurts. I was there with Eli n da krew (erik, joel, dave, jay, eli) for eli's big 17. Brittany was there too. chill...chill. A great night of entertainment, but the icing on the cake was when we went to A&P. Erik told me to go get a shopping car tto carry the clementines. When I caught up to him, he jumped in. What ensued was the best 10 minutes I've had in weeks. Up and down the aisles, grab some gravy, ditch some cat food, take two tampax boxes, some pokemon bandaids, swerve into the next aisle, drop the tampex, snag some paper plates. Up, down, swerve manager, repeat. Fucking hilarious. All in all, the clementines where amazing. Truely a paramount exclamation point to the night. Thank you Eli!

Now to go sniff some crack. Here boy! Here cipher! Come here!

i want the neo25. 289$. 6 GB Mp3 for 4 hours. Mmm.

Well I'm sorry I haven't updated in a day and what not, but I've barely been online. I was talking to jay on the phone forever last night about tons of social shit. punk fucking rock.

I am the proud owner of the P.M.R.C. can suck on this EP. Hellz ya. Old skool NOFX quality.

I will also be the proud owner of The People's History of the United States soon enough. Over the next year, my goal is to read that, the Code Book, and Lord of the Rings. Thats a whole lot of pages. I'm going to have to take some sick days and just read. Maybe next week, when I get The People's History.

Also something that needs to be done in the next year is Brittany. ;-)

I was reading some of loren, an insipration of my life,'s shit on www.underachievers.com. It makes me want to go dumpster diving. If anyone knows good places to dumpster dive in NJ, mail me.

Speaking of which, It feels weird writing this, knowing maybe 1 person will ever read it. Well, except for once I get old and famous, then everyone will look back and praise me. damn right. And then it will seem really awkward how I wrote this last paragraph in prediction, and it came true, and that you, Mr. Future-man, are reading this. Now THATS a mindfuck.

Should I make static content? yes. I don't know when... I also want to incorporate a currently reading listening to section on the page. As part of the whole top thing. With a HR seperating it. Just straight across...Im gonna go play with that right now..