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Fri, Jul. 15th, 2005, 03:18 pm
That'll do pig, that'll do.

Now that school's out and it doesn't really matter.. I got a 2 on my AP Microeconomics Exam!!!!!!! Hey, it's decent considering that I never studied and the material for the exam was in a class I took a semester before the test. I was going on pure memory. Wasn't too bad for the multiple choice, but the essay stuff were concepts and graphs that I didn't completely get the first go 'round. It didn't matter though, I didn't have to do well, didn't need the class, or the college credit. I just had to take it because I was sponsored to take the class online. I am reminded how I was at school during the last halfday of high school taking that silly ole test.

Well, I never plan on having my work be my source of social stability as some, but I will continue once again with work happenings. A lady came through the drive-thru and asked for a hot ham 'n' cheese. But of course, having awoken only an hour or two before during that fateful lunch and feeling rather giddy, I only heard the hot ham 'n' cheese part and asked "How do you know I'm a hot ham 'n' cheese? You can't even see me through the window... the angle's wrong." Certainly not through the speaker, just out loud to the crew, because I'm funny like that. Incidentally the story spread later that day even after I was gone and Joey Phillips got a hold of it. And it became a common topic the next day. Now not only am I a closet pimp, but a Hot Ham 'n' Cheese too. Scandalous..

I ran a little bit this week. From Gibby's/my mom's downtown to the practice soccer field all the way in Bellepoint, and then back to the Plaza Tower. First time I have gotten really sore by simply running. But it's been a while, and that's at least a couple miles, right?

I almost lost my wallet in Wal-Mart. Trying to prove that those security devices on hardware in the computer/electronics section can be taken off with no problem I set my wallet down. And forget about it. I had no pockets, so I was carrying it with me. After chilling out and going to Dairy Queen, I realize before getting out of my car that my wallet is gone. Super Sleuth Slim Shady makes a mad dash to WM and his younger brother helps him find it.

But I basically hung out with Jason and Zach Eskue yesterday, just going places and fooling around. Then of course having to stop at Pic-Pac before calling it a day and going home, I buy some Mini Moonpies. And I see Brittany cruising, so I promptly pull a Uey on Capital Ave. and use my sleuthing skills to know she's going home. All this was done of course to say hi and to offer her some of the Chattanooga Bakery's goodness, a Moonpie. It feels good to do something silly and kind of out of the ordinary like that sometimes. That's why I SNOOP. In attempts just to say hi in an abnormal way and let people know that they're cool. I think moonpies might become my next random act of kindness to champion. I guess I'll get over being called a moonpie fairy... haha.

Yeah, to end on a sour note, I just don't like taking my little brother around with me places, but I know he's even more bored than I am because he can't just leave when he wants to with a car. It gives me paradoxal feelings. I'm not always a good brother I suppose. I think I've just been looking out solely for myself since my parents divorced. Just one of those emotional/mental things. That has changed a lot of my life.

Okay, even sour-er is the fact that I think my brakes have had it. They might be down to the metal on the pads and tearing up the rotars. I think so because whenever it rains and I first use them, I can hear metals grinding. It goes away quickly. Except today, I think I may have done it in. It wouldn't go away. Needless to say, I pulled the car over and it's parked by First Christian downtown. The Blessing (my car's name) seems to require some of that legal tender to continue to prosper. I think this is the longest entry I've ever done. It's filled with the most nothing too. I feel like I'm writing a paper for school.

Peace and pristine popsicles,

DISCLAIMER: Last entry, I realized after posting that "pureness" was not the most grammatically correct usage and that "purity" should have been used instead. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Sun, Jul. 10th, 2005, 03:46 pm
For best results, use your judgement.

I'm sitting at the library once again. It's Sunday afternoon. I really lack discipline. I can't seem to get myself back into a good sleeping habit. I've only been able to get up before 9 o' clock like twice since summer break started. And that's not good because church starts at 9 in the a.m. So frequently I'm an hour or more late. I guess there's a lot things going on with my body, I've gained like ten pounds since May. I'm struggling to keep my face clear.

I'm working more at Arby's, incidentally nothing too interesting has been happening with me. No summer plans or anything. I went in last night, tired and really not in the mood to put up with the first three idiot/rude customers. But things definitely brightened up when two men who apparently had been on the road for two days decided to try and take a semi through drive-thru. And they surely crashed into the awning-esque thing above the window. Pandamonium... but I laughed, it was pretty funny, just not for them.

So I've been spending my time picking up little things at Wal-Mart mostly. Spray paint, utility knives, t-shirts, posterboard, boxes... trying to get more artsy and broaden my artistic endeavors for my portfolio that I'll be submitting to colleges. Trying to make some stencils and stuff.

I'm quite a selfish person to my mom and my brother whom I live with. I don't know why, I just don't get over myself or something. I'm a punk for no reason (other than maybe I'm tired), and I really don't care too much about them. I pass it off as I'm trying to be independent, but I think I've just got a vendetta against my family sometimes. Jesus, help me.

I hope this finds you all beating the heat and not your siblings. Thank you for Jones Naturals back at gas station. No thank you for the fact that gas prices have gone up sixty cents since I started driving last March.

Peace and pureness,

Thu, Jul. 7th, 2005, 08:02 pm
The quickest little long update.

Does anyone else ever feel like an oil factory? I look at my driver's license pic from when I was almost seventeen, man my face was clear. I can't seem to fight it away now. I'm eating better, washing everything twice as much, and cleaning my face twice as often, but it's just doing what it does. :)

I've been getting better hours at work. A coworker called me a closet pimp the other day. He thinks I am one, I'm not sure why. I'm just a nice guy who can't finish last because he isn't running the same race.

Family is in town, so I gotta cut this short. Love you guys. Keep enjoying your summer, even if you haven't yet already.

Peace and put down the bombs,

Thu, Jun. 23rd, 2005, 06:56 pm
What a wonderful world.

I have found another place to be alliterative.. my subject. I doubt that will continue, but I love it so much that I put it as an interest in my info. What a nerd.

So, I've been working lunches at Arby's this week. About as many hours as I did when I was in school. I should probably apply some other places if construction doesn't pick up for my brothers. Talking to Joey who works up there. It's been too long since he's been in school, I can't even remember his last name, arg. I'll figure it out sometime, but if anyone remembers before then, c-ment me it. But we talk Frankfort High hooplah and all.

I played tennis with various brothers at Juniper the past three days. Took in some sun, had some fun. Eh, all in a good days workout. Saw Brandon and that kind of crew at Juniper several nights ago when I was just driving through like I usually do. He's still holding it down with the crutches. You're a trooper, man. Lindsey H. screamed at my as I was leaving (she was with the rest of WH). Heh... and that's all I have to say about that.

Saw Katie and Rachel the other night up by Zach's. Just chilled 'til it got dark and R. Wile had to go home.

Debating on whether to see Star Wars III for the first time tonight. I'm afraid it will leave Chakeres very soon and I won't see it in theatre. But the NBA Finals are on tonight at the same time I think. I don't know if they will be over by then, but probably in the second half. Detroit is my team, for now. I don't really like the NBA right now, but I like Detroit because they play D and have Tayshaun Prince. Glad they took it to game seven after a very close G5. At work, we realized that the same five teams have won the NBA Finals in the last sixteen years. Pistons - '89, '90, '04... Bulls (hometown Chi-town, baby!) - '91, '92, '93, '96, '97, '98... Rockets - '94, '95... Spurs - '99, '03, Lakers - '00, '01, '02... That's Bulls 6, Pistons 3, Lakers 3, Rockets 2, Spurs 2, and the next one up for grabs between the Spurs and Pistons.

And how can I forget, I borrowed The Gods Must Be Crazy I + II from the library. Funny movies. Anyway, it's probably time to end this thing. I'll be around.. If you can't find me out getting my SNOOP on or working, the stand-in home number is 545-6646.

Peace, portholes, and Pistons baby, yeah,

Sun, Jun. 19th, 2005, 01:46 pm
Pressing on, pressing on...

What did I update about last? I don't know right now. I've been working over the past week, not a whole lot though. I would like to find a different job, they're not scheduling me a lot, even though I'm off school. I'm thinking about working construction with Josh and Joseph over the summer, maybe I'll pick up a tan, get buff, see some places, and earn some money. Maybe not. We'll see what goes down.

I've hung out/about/around with Sara and an eclectic crew the past three days, before Sara left for GSP. She'll be gone for most of the summer, Dave is back in his homeland, and I'm chilling at my brothers'.

I guess I should apologize to Brittany for teasing her about her keys, since I have done a far worse thing. It's not like I was ever serious, it's just quite fun. But wait 'til you hear this. Friday afternoon, I took my mom's car to cash a check since my car was low on gas, and when I came back I must have left the keys in the car. After hanging out that night, I got home at twelve. The next morning, at 8:30 I leave to the bank (again) and I realize my car was vandalized since I left it unlocked that night. My backpack was dumped out and my clothes thrown around (just a tad bit messier than it was before, ha). But my rearview mirror was broken, my glove box opened, and all that was taken were my graduation tassels. Yeah, that's valuable? Shiny maybe. But later that day, I found out that my mom's car was gone. Yeah, apparently our neighbor heard noise outside at two in the morning. So Mom's car was stolen. So I don't lock cars because I have a tendency to leave the keys in. But calling the police to unlock your car is better than calling them to file a report. The kind officer suspected that was after the bars closed down and somebody was drunk and making trouble.

Before I find out a way to finish that one off, if you didn't know, my brother will be on the Frankfort Police force in about a month and a half. He's only got five weeks left of the academy. I'm real proud of Joel. He made recruit of the quarter is first quarter there in Richmond. He's in a class of twenty-nine, I believe.

Surely there's something else to be said, oh yes. Hawaiian Shaved Ice, baby! Get some. And combine the flavors' names to get some weird/funny ones. It's quite fun and easy with over fifty of them. The people in the booth liked my idea of Popeye and Pink Lemonade mixing to form Pink Eye. I had one, it was decent.

Peace, police, and popular places to perambulate,

Mon, Jun. 13th, 2005, 02:57 pm
To each his own.

As much as I dislike doing it, I must start off by backtracking. Last week of school... Tuesday, Calculus final that I didn't try on, stinks, it really could have improved my grade if I had studied. Wednesday, King's Island trip. Good fun, great friends, nice rides.. tiring once again, but something to remember. Thursday, Underclassmen Awards, missed most of it because we were practicing our song for Cry Day. Got a heads up on how bad my voice would be at that early in the morning the next day. Got back in the auditorium in time to hear my lil bro get called up for the French I award. Don't know why exactly, but I'm really proud of the bugger. I guess because he's had my apathy for schoolwork since his freshman year, which is something I didn't pick up 'til around the end of sophomore year. Jr/Sr picnic the same day. Great stuff, volleyball domination, water fights, just chillin'. Friday, Honor/Cry Day... Practiced our song, man my voice was terrible until about the last runthrough. Got on stage, everything was great, seeing everyone honored, the juniors singing, singing myself, the class singing, Mr. Christy and Spade singing, wow there was a lot of singing going on. I got the fickle finger of fate award, which I didn't deserve. I don't know why people think I should study acting. The only way I'd make it anywhere is by God's favor. But thanks for the nod guys! ;) We got cheated out of the actual "cry" part of Cry Day, and we were in a protest for as long as we could, but as the theme seemed to be throughout the year, new faculty and staff just seemed to not get some things, and traditions just get lost. Try and hold it down '06.

Then graduation, great ceremony, congrats to the val. (nice speech too, Leah), sal., fhs cup, and murray st. cup winners., brit., ben, joey, good job... I tried to take it all in, but those last three days of school seemed rather abrupt. And in hindsight, it seems the same, like everything just sort of snuck up on me, and it was very hard to live in the moment because it felt so odd that there wasn't something else to do. Went to DQ with my family, then to project grad, good stuff but not as fun as last year. Got a fridge. Worked the next day from 11 - 5, wow, that was rough.

So today, Monday, I went by Mrs. J at school during excel and saw some people, paid for my senior tee and calc tee. and I'm here at the library now checking some stuff out on the net. Work tonight from 5.5 - 10 p.m. See me if you feel like it.

Peace, prose, poetry, and punctuation,

Sun, Jun. 5th, 2005, 01:59 pm
Speaking without sound.

Well, to start things off, we'll go retroactive and update on the past week or so. Prom was last Saturday, an enjoyable experience definitely and so a big thanks to everyone that made that possible. You know who you are so give yourself a pat on the back and put a smile on: date, group, etc. In hindsight, it seems like the dance itself was all of ten minutes long, but I guess short and sweet is better than long and miserable. Toftness' was definitely long, but not miserable, although I was up all night/morning trying to stay warm by a campfire. I don't think there's really any need to quote anybody on here, since everyone who cares knows how it went down.

Dave, you'd be happy to know that I did go home.

Wednesday was the CATS reward picnic at Juniper, fun stuff, lots of sun, burnt to a crisp, ouch. Well, I got red, but not really burnt. Baccalaureate (who only knows how that's spelled) practice was Thursday?, fun stuff. BL is today in about an hour. National Honor Society inductions were Thurs. as well. I inducted Mel Raine, congrats to her for making the first cut, something I wasn't able to do ;). But essentially it's no big deal. The accolades of man cannot match a good dose of self-assurance.

Then the Expo was T, F, and S. My birthday was Friday, and I had a great time. Everyone was eager to offer their wishes for a happy birthday at school, and it's the little things that touch your heart *tear*. After school, I went to the Expo, saw Atomic Sandbox Theory, and just chilled out, about, and around. Went to McD's with Sara, Court, Daniel, Rachel, Toftness, Joe C., etc. They let me off work at Arby's that day since I'm such a great worker and it was my bday (I forgot to ask off).

Saturday, I worked, and went to the Ex. I still need to see Episode III though. I thought about seeing it both Friday and Saturday, no go on Friday, and Saturday I stayed to watch the fireworks. I'm entirely rambling on which is indicative that I need to move to the present.

Surprisingly, maybe, I'm not thinking that much about the sentimental stuff associated with graduation. I might be revelling in the moment of the gloriousness (hmm, that's probably just plain ole "glory" isn't it?) that being a senior at FHS is. But I do have to say, that Dave had better stay in touch all of those millions of kilometers away when he *gasp* leaves. Everybody else, there's summer and I'm still going to be here for another semester, hey.

I'm thinking about getting my hair cut. Maybe into a pseudo-hawk. Trying to think if I should before graduation or not. I'm tempted. I'll leave you with that.

Peace, police, and a place to rest your head,

Fri, May. 27th, 2005, 10:06 am
Long time... what a time.

First entry in a month! I've been slightly busy (that's the excuse I'm using anyway). I just finished my senior project presentation Wednesday. I was up 'til 3:30 that morning working on what Mrs. Scott called one of the most professional project portfolios she's seen (thank you, Momma Scott) and it has had an effect on me. I've woken up past my alarm at about 7:30 or 7:40 yesterday and today. I'm really tired in school now. I'm fighting the system today by not bringing my backpack before lunch... but not really 'cause I don't even need it. I was still writing my learning journals for my portfolio thiry minutes before my presentation (that absolute latest I could have them in by), and the last minute of my speech about ten minutes before my presentation. It all went well, and I had quite a crowd despite it being at 6:30 p.m. There were around eleven people other than those on my committee. And now that's over.. there's basically nothing left to do in school for the next two weeks. Prom is tomorrow, I'm picking up my tux today. That should be cool. The expo is next week the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th (the 3rd is my 18th birthday)... And then there's the King's Island trip with the seniors. Fun stuff.

Peace, psalms, and proverbs,

Mon, Apr. 25th, 2005, 12:54 pm
Who got Death Star? WE GOT Death Star!

Your favorite Holmes just got a Distinguished score on his state-madated Senior writing portfolio. *Oomph (as the fist recoils triumphantly into the bosom and head tilts downward with half-closed eyes)* Actually, praise God for mercy and lenient scorers. I really wasn't expecting a D, morelike a Proficient, because I'm good in some areas of writing but notso in others. Anyway, I'm stoked. Got done with my mentor obligations for my senior project, the rest is up to me now. Mighty Mouse is here to save the day!

Youth service was awesome last night. Saw Brandon, Karen, and Jordan Mose filming 'Ren's senior project movie outside of youth in the mall on my way in. Way cool, I wanna see it when she's done. Good weekend, mass clothes washed. Bought a Chicago Cubs hat and gave back Jason his. I love brothers. I'm on release again during fourth period, so I should go back to work pirating software, shh! It's only for my senior project. I might just download trial versions anyway, so don't worry, I'm not generally an illegal guy. Hey, I'm never an illegal guy, except maybe when it comes to those octagonal stop signs.

Jonathan Patrick Dunmire's Aliases

Your movie star name: Pringles Karl

Your fashion designer name is Jonathan Dublin

Your socialite name is Onny Bank Chicago

Your fly girl / guy name is J Dun

Your detective name is Beaver Frankfort

Your barfly name is Fritos No Way Jose

Your soap opera name is Patrick

Your rock star name is Butterscotch The L

Your star wars name is Jonlou Dunjes

Your punk rock band name is The Excited Chatter Teeth

Way cool? How about that Soap name, and the band? I'm down with that, I got vocals, anybody else wanna become part of platinum selling in wishful thinking The Excited Chatter Teeth?

Peace and poignant points of pilfering,

Sat, Apr. 23rd, 2005, 07:07 pm
This is the way we roll.

I'm doing laundry at my brothers' apartment on a Saturday and updating my lj, what a break from the routine this is. I bought a whiteguy rapper CD today, name's Bobby Bishop. It's alright, kind of white, definitely not Lil Jon, but I didn't expect it to be so. I was at work when a huge storm came through last night. It came from Louisville and swept on over to Ichthus in Wilmore, apparently. Panic was widespread as Relient K's show ended abruptly, so I've been told. Never been to Ichthus, for some reason. But the Mudthus theme will likely remain as it was pounded with rain. I'll see some people from school that went on Monday and I'll ask them about it I suppose. I met with my mentor for my senior project the first time on Friday... for approximately 3 1/2 hours. He's way cool though. He graduated from my high school (about 19 years ago), has dreads past his shoulders, he's black (which I couldn't tell from our phone conversations), and he's a good artist. He's a little vulgar (sometimes), but rather funny. The rest of my time with him should be really cool. Altough he's not directly helping me with ym project, I think I can do enough with him to get the drift of how I can do my thing.

Your Linguistic Profile:

80% General American English

5% Dixie

5% Midwestern

5% Upper Midwestern

5% Yankee

I am kind of a mutt of sorts with my dialect. I'm from the north, Chicago, but I've resided in Kentucky for about 11 years now, so I say pop and not coke, but use y'all quite frequently.. The grammar is slipping a little too. I speak really lazily. I say fiddy instead of fifty, and tend to have to correct the words I say because they don't end up being words at all. I try to speak them without thinking, and they come out with different sounds and make no words at all. That doesn't happen too often though.

You Are 17 Years Old


Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Funny that I am at heart the age I truly am. I would say that is far from the truth, maybe because of life experiences, and decisions I've made/convictions I have. Maybe you can be two ages at once, different ones for different areas of your heart. Maybe if I'm a kid at heart in some ways, but an adult in others, my average is 17, lol who knows. Seemed to make sense to me, since I do know myself. Not many answers to the quiz actually fit me though. Maybe I'm Under 0 or over 40+, which obviosuly isn't possible.

Peace and happy new papacy to everyone,

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