Well, here I am at 11:41 on the 29th, clock just turned to 11:42, with no idea what to write. I don't even know why on earth I'm bothering to waist my precious time and energy engaging in this altogether counterproductive activity...well, time is of abundance to be truthful. It's energy you've got to keep an eye on in this blistering humidity. But anyway...Here I stand. Or Ly. Or lean actually, with my left elbow propping my upper body above the surface of my quilt for know definable reason....when I could be lying on my stomach in a comfortable position. I've been reading a lot of Stephen King novels of late, and if that can't get you writing, you know you have serious writer's block. Or writer's Great Wall Of China, actually. That guy is a genious when it comes to character development. He can really make em come alive. Like in "It" or "Cujo". Those are real pearls. I got sick of the Dark Tower about half way through book five though...bit off more than he could chomp there, Mr King did. Um...life is good. Not much else to say, really. My sympathies lie with anyone who bothers reading this unfocused rant.

I don't suffer from insanity...I enjoy every minute of it!

Jono

The beginning of eturnity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place

Current Mood: Hazy

I am here, there and everywhere! I am an idiot!

Hi. Well, I've gotten up to three posts in five days now, which is either an encouraging or ominous sign -- I haven't decided which. I was going to post on Tuesday after the funeral, but I got one of those aweful tummy bug things that take you down for 24 hours and then split, so I was feeling a bit sick. Plus I somehow managed to lose my keys while on the road back from the funeral. I still haven't figured out how it's possible that a neck chain could've detached itself from around my neck without me consciously removing it, but it happened, so there must be a way. Either that Or I was so messed up from the sickness that I decided to throw it away in a desperate attempt to rid myself of the aweful sick feeling. Maybe that's what happened. So I have to pay for a new work key and get a new house key cut as well. Blah!
The funeral was nice...a lot of laughs and good memories, what my friend would've wanted. I came out feeling heavy-hearted but really glad to have known him and been a part of reflecting on his life. I missed out on eating ice cream on the way back because I was sick, which I was not happy about. I took the day off work on Wednesday to recover, and by Thursday morning was feeling wonderful, though still couldn't eat much. I spent today preparing my lesson which I took earlier this evening, and putting together my application for Uni. If I have to write my name and address one more time, I'm going to become a drifter! I don't know why they make you do that so often. Under the right conditions they can find out each and every bank transaction you've made over the past five years, what your Mother's middle name is, how many freckles you have on your face, and yet they still need you to right your name and address ten times on ten different pieces of paper before they can varify it's you! Strange world we live in...

I'm going to see Billy Joel in December when he comes over here! Can't wait! I went to Andrea Boceli's concert last week, which was pretty good but a little dull. There were so many guest performances that Andrea wasn't even on stage half the time. He sung very few of his crossover tunes, and messed up Schubert's Ave Maria! Plus he didn't really communicate with the audience. If I didn't know better I would've thought I was listening to a CD. Still a wonderful vocalist though. Billy Joel will be incredible I reckon. Best living song-writer in my opinion, surpassed only by Freddy murcury, and he unfortunately is no longer living.

Ok, I'm outa here! Take care.

The deffinition of a balanced diet is an identical chocolate in each hand.

Jono.

The beginning of eturnity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.

Current Mood: peaceful

I'm writing for the second time in twelve hours! This is unprecedented! I had to check that word out. I originally spelt it "unpresidented". That should be a word. Unpresident: Verb: To remove a president from office before the conclusion of their term. That's my submission to the Oxford dictionary for the night. I was just looking at my first ever entry on this thing...good god! What was I on that night? Especially making an "ING" sound with JAWS! What an earth was I prattling on about there? Can someone tell me?
So yes...I have come to the conclusion that I am mad. 82 percent mad even! Plus 6 percent stubborn, and 12 percent relaxed. Although I'm not sure about the validity of that scale when it comes to perminant character traits. I'll have to think about it. Ironically, I'm writing this entry at a very similar time to my first ever entry. Shows how much my nocturnal habbits have changed. I want to go back to Braille Music Camp. I had such a great time there. I think I could live that timetable 366 days a year, no problems. New Zealand Camp is coming up, so that's something to look forward to at least. I've got preparations for Uni to start soon. I didn't end up doing that sound and engeneering course if you hadn't guessed. I've been changing my mind so much of late I'm beginning to worry about my masculinity. But I'm set now...I think/hope. I am still not sure whether I will continue to work for What's Up as a counselor next year. Write now my idea is to cut back my shifts from 20 hours to 15 or 10 a week, but that'll depend on timetables/workload.
I've just come to the conclusion that I was talking about making a long "ING sound with jaws, the way you can make a long erhrhrhrhrhrhrh sound. I don't think it can be done. I never did end up asking Eagle alias Erich about it.

Ok, as I have to get up at a reasonable tick of the clock tomorrow I'd better fly. To the stars!

If Life hands you lemons...go get your money back!

Jono

The beginning of eturnity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place

Current Mood: happy

Well, I'm posting again, for reasons that escape me at this time! I'd actually forgotten this LJ existed until Musiclover1995 did me the honour of adding me as a friend. It wasn't until about two weeks later that I actually got my act together, and proceeded to reset my password using that vertually unintelligible audio challenge they give you, reset it again because for some reason it didn't register my first attempt even though I got all the confirmation emails, try several times to write a post using the web browser before recalling that I needed a client, download a client, relearn how to use that, generally feel rather foolish and wonder why on earth I went through all this in the first place when I'll probably forget about it again in a week! Ah well, might be a good test of commitment for me. I got back on to the websight to discover it'd been 78 weeks since my last post. It doesn't feel like that long, and when I look back, surprisingly little has happened between then and now. I've landed a job as a counselor, decided to go to university to study jazz next year, been flatting and loved it, moved back home again, started teaching a bit of singing and increased my workload as an entertainer. I guess that's a reasonable amount, but it doesn't seem like an adiquit way to describe 78 weeks of my life. I mean I've only got about 4060 of them all together. Surely I can't fit 78 of them into one compound sentence. Then again, I never did have much attention to detail.

Um...not sure what else to write. I have work tonight until 10, before that I'm going to pick up a cd of jazz tunes I recorded last week that a friend of mine has just finished mixing for me. I'm using it for my uni audition plus part of a promotion cd I'm putting together. I have a funeral this week for a mate of mine who passed away after a battle with cancer at the age of 22. I'm not really looking forward to it obviously, but at the same time it'll be nice to see him at peace one more time. He deserves it after the struggles he's gone through.

Hopefully I'll be writing again soon.

Go well everyone!

Current Mood: contemplative

Well I guess it's time for another entry, as I don't really want to have to hear the brigade coming at me with...when are you going to update your lj? And for reference, I still don't know how brattier_brat or alice300 convinced me to write in this blog thing. Miracles do happen I guess. Well...I will have to start by reminiscing on the cricket. *notes with some satisfaction that all the people on my friends list are Ausy. Well that could be a bad thing depending on which way you look at it but...I'm an optomist, so yeah. Anyway...3 nill! 3, ZIP! Never thought I'd live to see the day when New Zealand beat Australia 3 nill in a one-day series. Not only that, but broke the record for the highest run chase in New Zealand, then proceeded to break it again the very next game! Doesn't come much better than that. I reckon it was really sportsmen-like of the people who give the Man of the Match awards to give it to Matthew Hayden. Even though his innings didn't win the game, it was pretty extrordinary, and deserved recognission. I look forward to the world cup now! Australia are beatable! We have ourselves a competition!

So I'm going to tell you about my crazy weekend. Yeah I know it's a bit late, but it was so uncharacteristic I thought I'd share it. Had a workshop for the youth counselling organisation I'm training with called Youthline. That was pretty intense, cause each of us had to spend 15 minutes talking about ourselves and our lives. There are people there who've been through horrible experiences. Lots of tears and high-running emotions that day. During that I was honoured to be asked to go to a sort of late Valentines dinner by a girl named Lilie. Very nice girl too. Before that I went in to Auckland City to do a presentation for Starjam, the charitable trust I'm quite heavily involved with. You can check it out at
www.starjam.org
I had to rush off to this dinner, explaining on the way that I was very sorry but I'd be about 10 minutes late. I had a wonderful time. Sophie, the 16 year old host, set up everything in the Valentines style herself, cooked all the food, made the dessert and was the perfect host. I was most impressed. There was a piano there so got to play a few tunes which was nice. Sorta my contribution. Then after that finished at 11, I totally went out of my usual zones and went to this wild 21st that I happened to know was on. When I got there, the stripper was just leaving, and some of the girls were on 28 shots or more. I was totally out of my depth. I'd had a few glasses of wine at the Valentines dinner, but decided not to drink at the party on account of everyone else was totally waisted, so I thought it'd be good to have a sober person in case anything went wrong. Well nothing exactly did, but one of the girls boyfriends disappeared randomly, and no one could raise him on the phone or find him anywhere. Turned out the next morning he'd passed out in the closet. I had a good laugh when I read that text the next morning. And there we were about to call the police!
Sunday morning I went in to see a guy at Superstrike ten pin bowling about a regular gig. Took longer than I expected because of some sound issues. Then I went to play a gig at a boatclub in West Auckland, then came home and worked on an assignment for an hour, then tried to sleep, but couldn't until goodness knows when, which isn't unusual. So yeah, fun.

Well I guess by now you're wondering about my frustrated mood. Well I've just decided to pull out of the Certificate in Contemporary Music course I've been doing since the 12th of Feb. I've looked at the timetable for the next few weeks, and I'm hardly ever in class, the assignments are way too easy, and the music theory and performance side is way below my level. Basically, not all it's cracked up to be. Once again my plans turn upside down. Oh well. Guess I'll get it sorted out eventually. I have a possible job with Starjam part time. I'm performing quite a lot, and looking to get tuition on a few instruments, so should have enough to keep me busy. Also in the middle of setting up my own minny recording studio. I have a mixer and a top line work station, and will be getting mikes and keyboards and such over the next few weeks. Next year I want to do a diploma in audio ingeneering at the sound and audio institute in Parnell. I wanted to do it this year, but didn't know about the jaws-compatible recording software that's availible.

Well I have a headache, and an assignment to finish, so I'd better go. No keen observations from me tonight. Think I used them all up in that rather expansive first entry. Well at least I can say I started off with a bang! I use the word "well" far too much.

For all the negative results of an insult, a complement has 10 times more positive results.

Seeya.
Jono.

The beginning of eturnity,
the end of time and space,
the beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.

Current Mood: frustrated

Um...first entry...cool? Ok, let me reiterate, you can love me, hate me, throw me in an icecream machine, as long as the last words I hear before being processed and frozen and filtered and sent in a pretty little box to some supermarket or other as strawberry ripple are, "STACEY KENT IS THE BEST SINGER IN THE WORLD!!! Thank you. Now we may proceed...
I'm wondering how to get an "ING" sound using JAWS. It can't be done I don't think. I should ask Eagle, alias Erric. He'd no if anyone would. Though I haven't spoken to him in a while. Still, why not for a conversation starter. Hey Erric, mate, how do you do an "ING". Yeah. Good. Ok.
I wonder if there's going to be a scale to calculate emotions. They did that on the Mona Lisa I read about it in some blog somewhere. They used some scale to calculate that famous mysterious smile she's got, and discovered that it was 82 percent happy, and the other 18 percent was made up of things like lust, confusion and sadness. Right. This sounds like the perfect launching pad for another excuse campaign. It's gonna be like minimum wage. You have to be over a certain level of happiness, or else you have the right to refuse to come to work. They'll say that it'll stop people getting over stressed or something like that. Yeah, sure will, cause if that happens there probably won't be a world to stress about much longer. I mean, would you ever go to work? It'd be great for criminals. Your honour, this man cannot be convicted on account of anger. As you'll see here, (shuffles papers importantly) this evidence clearly shows that the defendant was 92 percent angry at the time of the attack. Cool. Let's go commit crimes! Oh dear, my disgruntlement column is rising dramatically. And it hasn't even happened yet! I'm just talking about it and I'm already getting bitter. That's another interesting thing...how your thoughts and emotions can control you if you're not careful. Courage is not the abscence of fear, rather the ability to face it. Yes, I like that one. If only more people understood that. Emotions aren't the problem, it's the way we deal with them. Too many people think it's a crime to feel certain emotions and think certain thoughts. It's how you handle those emotions and thoughts that counts.
So on that note, I'm going to close my first ever entry. Who'd've thought it? Well in hindsight I guess I should've realised that there is a first time for everything. Accept...no, no acceptions actually.

be nice to your friends, make a point not to have any enimies, and smile at everyone else.

Seeya.
Jono.


The beginning of eturnity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, and the end of every place.

Current Location: The Computer Room
Current Mood: indescribable