Got a phone call today. It was from Ron Zelinski. Apparently my first serve managed to do some serious damage to the retina in Abe's eye. He's out for at least a week so... I'm taking his spot regionals. Yes. I guess it kinda came in a circle sort of... I hit him in the eye, he beats me, but then gets beat by his eye, so I win?
I'm rather pooped. Bed time is soon I'm guessing.
“There must be a positive and negative in everything in the universe in order to complete a circuit or circle, without which there would be no activity, no motion”
-Jon
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Districts (Part 2)
Went back to Yakima on Monday.
First Round: Some no-name from some random school, he sucked, but I managed to suck as well. Still beat him however. It's one of those things about tennis. It's a very competetive sport but you can't hit hard against people who don't hit hard back. It doesn't work.
Second Round: Abe Chang.
This asian is amazing at tennis.
And I almost beat him.
Lost the first set 6-3, not too close but we both hit hard and played well, very competetive. Somewhere around the third game of the match one of my 100+ mph first serves managed to make contact with his eye off his racket. Ouch. He was down for almost 5 minutes and had some issues with contacts. Second set went slow, managed to pull out a 6-4 victory and take it to a third set; at this point I was on top of my game, very much so. Third set was close and long... on-serve until 5-4 with me leading and I could not break him. He finally got his break bringing it to 5-5 and pulled out the last two games on me. This left me at fifth place for districts, alternate at regionals. Though today I did find out that his eye injury may actually be serious, I feel bad but at the same time this may be my one shot at regionals, so we'll see where it goes.
I'm tired, feeling rather jittery and on tonight, don't know what to do about it. But I need some rest before tomorrow, another big day in the life of Jonathan. I've been contemplating my lack of relationship tonight, it needs to end, but Josh helped point out to me today that I shouldn't try to force anything. I already knew this, but it helps to have my ever-loving mind refreshed occasionally. Love is a complicated yet simple thing, one of lifes few natural paradoxes; love is the only thing that can break the rule of contradictions. Which reminds me I need to post The Rules on the blog somewhere, I'll do that tomorrow. I guess Neil Gaiman summarizes love quite well. Night world.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” -Neil Gaiman
-Jon
First Round: Some no-name from some random school, he sucked, but I managed to suck as well. Still beat him however. It's one of those things about tennis. It's a very competetive sport but you can't hit hard against people who don't hit hard back. It doesn't work.
Second Round: Abe Chang.
This asian is amazing at tennis.
And I almost beat him.
Lost the first set 6-3, not too close but we both hit hard and played well, very competetive. Somewhere around the third game of the match one of my 100+ mph first serves managed to make contact with his eye off his racket. Ouch. He was down for almost 5 minutes and had some issues with contacts. Second set went slow, managed to pull out a 6-4 victory and take it to a third set; at this point I was on top of my game, very much so. Third set was close and long... on-serve until 5-4 with me leading and I could not break him. He finally got his break bringing it to 5-5 and pulled out the last two games on me. This left me at fifth place for districts, alternate at regionals. Though today I did find out that his eye injury may actually be serious, I feel bad but at the same time this may be my one shot at regionals, so we'll see where it goes.
I'm tired, feeling rather jittery and on tonight, don't know what to do about it. But I need some rest before tomorrow, another big day in the life of Jonathan. I've been contemplating my lack of relationship tonight, it needs to end, but Josh helped point out to me today that I shouldn't try to force anything. I already knew this, but it helps to have my ever-loving mind refreshed occasionally. Love is a complicated yet simple thing, one of lifes few natural paradoxes; love is the only thing that can break the rule of contradictions. Which reminds me I need to post The Rules on the blog somewhere, I'll do that tomorrow. I guess Neil Gaiman summarizes love quite well. Night world.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” -Neil Gaiman
-Jon
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Mother's Day
I got my mother's card at 7:30pm today.
I am king of procrastinators.
I devoted my the entirety of my day to doing whatever mom wanted; yard work, house work, laundry, massages, food preparation, all for her. But you know what? She really deserves it.
I heard on the radio yesterday that for the total hours of work done by mothers around the hosue each year the average income at minimum wage would be somewhere around $117,000 anually, not including bonuses. If this were true my mom would make millions. The amount of work she does to make our house as beautiful and clean as it is, is beyond measure. Plus as a kicker she did give birth to me, she always insists on rubbing that one in.
Watched The Notebook today. Great movie, kinda sad, kinda happy, lots of love. Getting ready for this planned 'chick flick' night, gonna get together with Grant, Ryan, Elise and who knows who else to watch some chick flicks. My excitement is only stifled by my nervousness about Districts tomorrow, I've got some tough matches of which I need to win the first to move on to Regionals.
“When you suffer an attack of nerves you're being attacked by the nervous system. What chance has a man got against a system?"
-Jon
I am king of procrastinators.
I devoted my the entirety of my day to doing whatever mom wanted; yard work, house work, laundry, massages, food preparation, all for her. But you know what? She really deserves it.
I heard on the radio yesterday that for the total hours of work done by mothers around the hosue each year the average income at minimum wage would be somewhere around $117,000 anually, not including bonuses. If this were true my mom would make millions. The amount of work she does to make our house as beautiful and clean as it is, is beyond measure. Plus as a kicker she did give birth to me, she always insists on rubbing that one in.
Watched The Notebook today. Great movie, kinda sad, kinda happy, lots of love. Getting ready for this planned 'chick flick' night, gonna get together with Grant, Ryan, Elise and who knows who else to watch some chick flicks. My excitement is only stifled by my nervousness about Districts tomorrow, I've got some tough matches of which I need to win the first to move on to Regionals.
“When you suffer an attack of nerves you're being attacked by the nervous system. What chance has a man got against a system?"
-Jon
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Districts (Part 1)
Woke up on the bus this morning. I hate buses. Tennis started at nine at Kissel Park in Yakima. First match is some no-name guy from a team that I can't even remember now. Sad. He was followed by another poor soul from Pasco High School. Same cruel fate for this one as well.
Troy. Second place in State last year, as a freshman. Insane. I played him third round, quarter finals. One of the five best matches I've ever played in my entire life. I hit well, I hit hard, pushing four game points a set, of which I lost all but one. But since it was my third round match I'm returning on Monday to play more, semi-finals in consolation, if I win my first match I move on to regionals. At last.
I'm tired, very tired, and very depressed. But thats a different story entirely.
It's Tennis. I love it. Tennis begins with love.
"In tennis the addict moves about a hard rectangle and seeks to ambush a fuzzy ball with a modified snow-shoe." ~Elliot Chaze
-Jon
Troy. Second place in State last year, as a freshman. Insane. I played him third round, quarter finals. One of the five best matches I've ever played in my entire life. I hit well, I hit hard, pushing four game points a set, of which I lost all but one. But since it was my third round match I'm returning on Monday to play more, semi-finals in consolation, if I win my first match I move on to regionals. At last.
I'm tired, very tired, and very depressed. But thats a different story entirely.
It's Tennis. I love it. Tennis begins with love.
"In tennis the addict moves about a hard rectangle and seeks to ambush a fuzzy ball with a modified snow-shoe." ~Elliot Chaze
-Jon
Prelude to Districts
Team dinner last friday! 'Twas amazing. 20 Elite tennis players trying their hands at another game involving a net and a ball, and having the same success you would expect to see if you asked a squirrel to do a lunar landing. Evening started well... team dinner was great, no vegetarian food as normal. But on to the interesting stuff!
7:30: Left the team dinner heading home to clean out car and hit the drive-in.
8:05: Arrive at drive-in; que drinking mass amounts of Fanta, the orange kind.
8:10: Apparently I am a Jew.
8:15: Apparently Matt hates Jews.
8:30: Start watching drillbit taylor, not a bad movie, but kinda hard to hear cause my car battery died.
9:30ish: Finish my first two liter of Fanta, starting the second.
9:40: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
9:50: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:00: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:10: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:20: Left drive in because the movie was over, headed to some shell station to get chili dogs.
10:35: Shell station sucks ass, and theres some guy with gage's you could shoot hoops in is asking us what our drug of choice is... we respond with "pussy". Apparently he doesn't have any natural stuff on him. I piss again.
10:40: Walla Walla point park. Playing 'lava monster', some dumb game that Rachel apparently played when she was younger. It sucks now that were tall though. Finish second two liter of Fanta. I'm hammered, yet I have yet to consume alcohol.
11:15: I'm standing butt naked five feet deep in the Columbia, no idea how I got there; Josh and Matt are naked with me. I blame the Fanta.
11:18: Return to land to find our clothes have been stolen and taken somewhere in the park.
11:25: Wandering around the park with the one sock they left me on my dick, rather akward, but necessary.
11:30: Found my clothes, putting them on as fast as humanly possible. Head over and lay on my back in the grass by the toys, staring at the stars, but not because theres an over cast, and were all bitching about it.
12:00: Some guys in heavy black suits with badges and really bright flashlights questions us as to what were doing in the park. We tell em just hanging out. Thank God I didn't have to use the breathalyzer, I'm having trouble standing up straight, I know I would have failed. Damn Fanta.
12:05: Leave the park and head downtown, the powers out so none of the lights are working and it looks like a ghost town. I drive fast like it's a ghost town.
12:10: Walgreens! Ice-cream in large tubs and a box of spoons later and I am on yet another sugar high, still pissing orange ever fifteen minutes as well.
12:30: Arrive back at the drive-in and eat some more ice cream. I read the Fanta bottles nutritional facts and try to calculate out how many 'moles' of sugar I've had tonight. Definetly too hyper to do complicated math in my head. My hands are shaking.
12:50: Dad shows up out of nowhere. I drive home IMMEDIATELY... after having some more ice-cream...
12:50-3:00: Random bullshit at home.
3:00ish: I fall asleep.
4:45: I wake up and leave for the district tournament, thats how bad I am at planning my future. Thank God for Fanta.
"The sooner you fall behind, the more time you have to catch up"
-Jon
7:30: Left the team dinner heading home to clean out car and hit the drive-in.
8:05: Arrive at drive-in; que drinking mass amounts of Fanta, the orange kind.
8:10: Apparently I am a Jew.
8:15: Apparently Matt hates Jews.
8:30: Start watching drillbit taylor, not a bad movie, but kinda hard to hear cause my car battery died.
9:30ish: Finish my first two liter of Fanta, starting the second.
9:40: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
9:50: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:00: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:10: Head to bathroom to piss, and then return to movie and drink more Fanta
10:20: Left drive in because the movie was over, headed to some shell station to get chili dogs.
10:35: Shell station sucks ass, and theres some guy with gage's you could shoot hoops in is asking us what our drug of choice is... we respond with "pussy". Apparently he doesn't have any natural stuff on him. I piss again.
10:40: Walla Walla point park. Playing 'lava monster', some dumb game that Rachel apparently played when she was younger. It sucks now that were tall though. Finish second two liter of Fanta. I'm hammered, yet I have yet to consume alcohol.
11:15: I'm standing butt naked five feet deep in the Columbia, no idea how I got there; Josh and Matt are naked with me. I blame the Fanta.
11:18: Return to land to find our clothes have been stolen and taken somewhere in the park.
11:25: Wandering around the park with the one sock they left me on my dick, rather akward, but necessary.
11:30: Found my clothes, putting them on as fast as humanly possible. Head over and lay on my back in the grass by the toys, staring at the stars, but not because theres an over cast, and were all bitching about it.
12:00: Some guys in heavy black suits with badges and really bright flashlights questions us as to what were doing in the park. We tell em just hanging out. Thank God I didn't have to use the breathalyzer, I'm having trouble standing up straight, I know I would have failed. Damn Fanta.
12:05: Leave the park and head downtown, the powers out so none of the lights are working and it looks like a ghost town. I drive fast like it's a ghost town.
12:10: Walgreens! Ice-cream in large tubs and a box of spoons later and I am on yet another sugar high, still pissing orange ever fifteen minutes as well.
12:30: Arrive back at the drive-in and eat some more ice cream. I read the Fanta bottles nutritional facts and try to calculate out how many 'moles' of sugar I've had tonight. Definetly too hyper to do complicated math in my head. My hands are shaking.
12:50: Dad shows up out of nowhere. I drive home IMMEDIATELY... after having some more ice-cream...
12:50-3:00: Random bullshit at home.
3:00ish: I fall asleep.
4:45: I wake up and leave for the district tournament, thats how bad I am at planning my future. Thank God for Fanta.
"The sooner you fall behind, the more time you have to catch up"
-Jon
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Verisimilitude
Well I guess the new blog begins today. Seeing I'm currently writing it. Ahhh... where to begin? I guess I'll start with the title, that long word starting with 'V': Verisimilitude
Hmmm...
How many 'I's are in that?
Is it edible?
Anyone have a dictionary?
I'm sure all these questions are running through your mind right now, which is good, if I didn't want to make you think I wouldn't be writing a blog. So, here's your answer:
Verisimilitude: something, as an assertion, having merely the appearance of truth.
This in no way means I'm going to be posting lies, but merely that in many of the more private issues I post you may not get the entire story, or possible psuedonym's for participants for their privacies sake. I prefer to use the word verisimilitude as my way of saying "as close to the truth as possible."
Today is a Thursday. Woke up rather early today... 7:55. A quick shower and a new land speed records landed me in Drafting at about 8:05. My house won't fit on the damn sheet of paper so I'm using two "D" size papers for it. Yes, I have a house with double D's. Drafting is one of those classes where you only accomplish anything when everyone runs out of sex jokes, which never happens. At long last the torture that is the first class of my day ended at 9:15 and I left for the college... and I thought highschool students were immature. US History III. This class is quite possible the best and worst I have ever taken, depending on the day. Mrs Thur is the epitomy of the term 'mood swings'. Some days I can't help but piss my pants laughing at her humor, other days I piss my pants cowering in fear; I piss my pants frequently in this class. I sit in the back row to avoid flying objects such as shoes, books, students, etc...
Now to the fun part of the day: work.
I'm not being sarcastic either. I'm a phone tech for LocalTel Communications. Best job... EVER. All sorts of 'interesting' people call in with all sorts of 'interesting questions', if by "interesting" I meant stupid. I sit in a basement for a couple hours taking phone calls with some of the brightest computer minds in Wenatchee. Yet at the same time all of these "NOC Nerds", as we've come to be called, manage to be rather cool.
After work is tennis, the highlight of my life. I breathe, live and love tennis. Playing for Wenatchee High School at the current time. Got the district tournament coming up this weekend. God I'm nervous. But my draw looks good and I do have a shot at going to regionals this year for singles. Which is a lot better then last year.
I hope tomorrow to have less of the daily monogamy and more of the random events that seem to occur much to frequently in my life. I guess I'll leave you with this:
"Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances."
-Thomas Jefferson
-Jon
Hmmm...
How many 'I's are in that?
Is it edible?
Anyone have a dictionary?
I'm sure all these questions are running through your mind right now, which is good, if I didn't want to make you think I wouldn't be writing a blog. So, here's your answer:
Verisimilitude: something, as an assertion, having merely the appearance of truth.
This in no way means I'm going to be posting lies, but merely that in many of the more private issues I post you may not get the entire story, or possible psuedonym's for participants for their privacies sake. I prefer to use the word verisimilitude as my way of saying "as close to the truth as possible."
Today is a Thursday. Woke up rather early today... 7:55. A quick shower and a new land speed records landed me in Drafting at about 8:05. My house won't fit on the damn sheet of paper so I'm using two "D" size papers for it. Yes, I have a house with double D's. Drafting is one of those classes where you only accomplish anything when everyone runs out of sex jokes, which never happens. At long last the torture that is the first class of my day ended at 9:15 and I left for the college... and I thought highschool students were immature. US History III. This class is quite possible the best and worst I have ever taken, depending on the day. Mrs Thur is the epitomy of the term 'mood swings'. Some days I can't help but piss my pants laughing at her humor, other days I piss my pants cowering in fear; I piss my pants frequently in this class. I sit in the back row to avoid flying objects such as shoes, books, students, etc...
Now to the fun part of the day: work.
I'm not being sarcastic either. I'm a phone tech for LocalTel Communications. Best job... EVER. All sorts of 'interesting' people call in with all sorts of 'interesting questions', if by "interesting" I meant stupid. I sit in a basement for a couple hours taking phone calls with some of the brightest computer minds in Wenatchee. Yet at the same time all of these "NOC Nerds", as we've come to be called, manage to be rather cool.
After work is tennis, the highlight of my life. I breathe, live and love tennis. Playing for Wenatchee High School at the current time. Got the district tournament coming up this weekend. God I'm nervous. But my draw looks good and I do have a shot at going to regionals this year for singles. Which is a lot better then last year.
I hope tomorrow to have less of the daily monogamy and more of the random events that seem to occur much to frequently in my life. I guess I'll leave you with this:
"Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances."
-Thomas Jefferson
-Jon
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