<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412</id><updated>2011-08-21T06:40:36.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Jon Davis</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, events, whatever happens ... it shall be here it is documented.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Another passing minute is a change to turn it all around.&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-110246209825762974</id><published>2004-12-07T15:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:50:12.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friendly conversation</title><content type='html'>Jon Davis: sup man
Dave: sup boss
Dave: what you doin right now?
Jon Davis: hangin out at home today actually
Dave: taking a day off?
Jon Davis: yea ... schedule changes this weekend
Dave: what are you going to be doing jobwise?
Dave: as far as new hours go
Jon Davis: [TAKEN OUT OF THE CONVERSATION ON PURPOSE]
Dave: ahhh
Dave: right on
Dave: give you some time at night a little to hang out
Dave: I just started job #2
Jon Davis: well right now i have weekends off as it is
Jon Davis: this schedule lets me stay up at night alil bitt
Dave: yeah thats good
Jon Davis: yeah
Dave: my schedule keeps me up all freaking night long
Dave: :))
Jon Davis: talked to tracy last sunday...
Dave: and then some
Jon Davis: ... was interesting.
Dave: right on
Dave: how is she
Jon Davis: she was ... tracy .. lol.
Dave: haha
Dave: I havent talked to her in ages
Jon Davis: i've just come to accept that no matter what is happening in my life i'll always love that girl.
Dave: pretty much the same thing though with everyone online
Jon Davis: yeah - i hear ya.  i've been keeping to myself these days.
Dave: I just really havent talked to anyone cept you
Jon Davis: i started dating this girl named Kellie... its still in its early stages..
Dave: she local?
Jon Davis: but .. some good things... a) i've known her for like 2 years
Jon Davis: b) she's local
Dave: haha
Dave: cool
Jon Davis: c) she's young and impressionable lol
Dave: dude!
Dave: lecher
Dave: :))
Jon Davis: d) i havent even kissed her yet
Dave: just kidding man
Dave: wow
Jon Davis: we've been on several dates
Dave: what happened to you man..
Jon Davis: and we've know each other for a long time
Jon Davis: well... i'm trying to find a real relationship for once.
Dave: last time we were hanging out you were practically sticking your tongue down girls throats at will
Jon Davis: i havent had sex in like 3 months dude.
Dave: :o
Dave: dude...
Dave: go command the astroglide RIGHT NOW
Dave: and get back to me
Dave: :))
Jon Davis: i've changed alot...
Dave: I Hear ya
Dave: &lt;&lt;changed too
Dave: kinda
Jon Davis: all for the better though..
Dave: I still have my mindless irreverence
Jon Davis: between nila
Jon Davis: (my ex)
Dave: ah
Jon Davis: tracy
Jon Davis: bein away from my son
Jon Davis: i've realized that i really want to get focused on life again
Dave: well I think that kinda happens to us as we get older
Jon Davis: stop hanging out with friends so much
Jon Davis: and just see them when i can
Dave: same here
Jon Davis: i need to focus on me - that's what this whole year was about.
Jon Davis: figure out what the hell am i gonna do
Jon Davis: to get out of this mess that i've been calling my life.
Dave: ah, dont get too down on yourself...the fact that you are living and breathing speaks vvolumes
Jon Davis: i assume you have a faster computer/connection over at JJ's house....
Dave: yeah, sure do
Jon Davis: http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com
Dave: cable
Dave: interstingh
Dave: interesting even
Dave: what do you do, just go to that site and set one of these up or whats the deal?
Jon Davis: its been something i've been keeping up with since 2001
Jon Davis: it's called a "blog" ... an online web log or journal, if you will.
Dave: right, someone was telling me about these recently
Jon Davis: this particular website www.blogger.com ... is a free blog site
Jon Davis: there are some people that host their own and what not, pay money to do so.
Dave: do all the pages have to be black and use those fonts?
Jon Davis: not at all
Jon Davis: i've completely customized this site ... just cuz i know html and css, etc.
Dave: exactly
Jon Davis: you could have the background of you climbing a huge as rock
Dave: thats cool man, I'd do something like this if I had the time man
Jon Davis: and a journal up on the side
Jon Davis: or whatever.
Dave: but I woould like to get a page up sometime though
Dave: yeah, I like th eformat
Jon Davis: writing keeps me sane bro.
Jon Davis: my place where i vent.
Jon Davis: out of the 3 columns on my website
Dave: I did the same thing for a long time too...doing the writing...for me it was in the form of a dream journal though
Jon Davis: use the first column
Jon Davis: scroll to archives
Jon Davis: sept 2004
Jon Davis: go there
Jon Davis: the 2nd column is the actual journal
Dave: where are the archives at?
Jon Davis: first column
Jon Davis: towards the bottom
Dave: k
Jon Davis: if u click on the [+ my yahoo] ... it'll link my website to your "my yahoo" website
Jon Davis: or you can add yourself to my mailing list and read up that way too
Dave: how do you add it?
Dave: ok, I got it
Dave: saw it there
Jon Davis: k
Jon Davis: mailing list is probably the best way
Dave: k
Dave: just need to fire open my email
Dave: how quick does the message come back?
Jon Davis: err, i have no clue
Jon Davis: we can test it right now if u want
Dave: cool
Jon Davis: i'll just post something
Dave: hold on
Jon Davis: hold on
Dave: haha
Dave: ok
Jon Davis: ok, its been posted
Jon Davis: check ur email
Jon Davis: did u join the mailing list or add it to your yahoo?
Dave: I think both
Dave: not sure
Dave: I know the mailing list worked
Jon Davis: k
Jon Davis: yup
Jon Davis: saw that
Dave: I saw it pop open something on my messenger window too
Dave: yeah, it worked
Dave: keyboards messing up
Dave: ok
Dave: there
Jon Davis: lol
Dave: so have you been going to church at all?
Dave: I know we talked about that at one point
Jon Davis: i go once a month ... usually to a confessional
Jon Davis: i attend mass very rarely
Dave: ah I see...
Jon Davis: all of the major holidays
Jon Davis: easter, thanksgiving, xmas
Dave: yeah her and I go when we can with the kids
Jon Davis: i generally go
Dave: I'm not catholic but I attend as a family thing
Jon Davis: now that i'm working sunday i doubt i'll go
Jon Davis: but i'll be there xmas day
Dave: thats been kinda a big thing with me recently
Jon Davis: and possibly xmas eve
Dave: is researching world religions
Dave: thats good
Jon Davis: read the book... The Da Vinci Code
Jon Davis: it's a great read
Dave: I heard
Jon Davis: taught me a lot about tracy actually
Jon Davis: considering she's wiccan and wicca is a form of paganism
Dave: whats the book about?
Dave: right, I remember her saying that
Jon Davis: without giving too much detail... the book is about religion
Jon Davis: religion and iconology
Dave: I think that they have it at the local book store
Jon Davis: read it, i promise you'll be through it in like 4 days
Dave: I saw it the other day
Jon Davis: its a page turner
Jon Davis: read angels and demons first though
Dave: was actually considering getting into the ministery
Dave: :))
Dave: believe it or not
Jon Davis: that's the first book to the series
Dave: theres more than one written by the same author?
Jon Davis: yes
Dave: in a series I mean
Jon Davis: dan brown is the author
Jon Davis: angels and demons comes before the da vinci code
Jon Davis: the da vinci code is just the more popular book
Dave: gotcha, gonna have to check that one out
Jon Davis: right now i'm reading this one book called einstein's dreams
Dave: but yeah &lt;&lt;&lt;been getting into scripture..kinda looking into spiritual truths
Dave: kinda have my own idea of how I'd like to start a church if I ever did that sort of thing
Jon Davis: i read the bible.  a long time ago.. several times.
Jon Davis: i've taken away from it - what i need and want.
Dave: grins, for me theres always a new revelation to be had
Jon Davis: i think the "church" today is corrupted ... more than we know and care to believe - based on my own personal research.
Dave: keeps getting better all the time
Dave: oh big time
Jon Davis: and we've lost what Jesus was truly was trying to teach us.
Dave: yeah, Ive been reading up on the whole history
Dave: its got to be really bad
Jon Davis: not to mention ... the church .... specifically the catholic church - has covered up so much more than we know.
Dave: they tend to have a history of that
Jon Davis: watch the movie, stigmata
Jon Davis: if u havent seen it
Dave: not that I dont respect what they do
Dave: yeah I did
Jon Davis: it talks of the dead sea scrolls
Dave: good movie
Dave: no, my problem isnt in the laity of that church
Dave: just in the system
Dave: lots of good catholics
Dave: it falls short though when the attitude is wrong
Dave: I'm not into churches that pronouce ecclesiastical curses on people for sharing differing religious beliefs
Jon Davis: well, catholism/christianity isn't designed that way.
Jon Davis: someone with a good head on their shoulders and isn't one of those "New Life" religious extremists ... just knows the difference between making good and bad decisions
Jon Davis: religion to me is an ongoing conversation about the differences between good v. evil
Jon Davis: and which side you choose to be on
Jon Davis: about free will and the lessons we learn as humans and take away from our own consequences.
Dave: right, I kinda think that when you are walking the right path you'll know it
Dave: thats when the divine guidance kicks in
Jon Davis: i got lost on that path ... a long time ago.
Dave: well, it seems that you are making a conscious effort to stay on it now though
Dave: I always say, God will never give you more than what you can handle
Jon Davis: There is a side to me, most people do not know.  The monthly visit to the church for confession, the fact that I actually read, the .. semi-intellectual Jon, the fact that I have a son, and all of the relgious events in my life that I never really talk about.
Jon Davis: religious*
Dave: yeah, I remember having been taking drives with you discussing all that
Dave: good times
Jon Davis: I accepted a long time ago that God has given me more what the average human can handle.  
Jon Davis: We live, we learn, we die.
Dave: I think those missions last year were kinda prepping me for how my life is now
Dave: dude..
Jon Davis: And I truly believe then ... we are born again.
Dave: I would have never thought that I would be in this situation now
Dave: absolutely
Jon Davis: I've always felt ... on some level ... I was sent here on this earth to be a messenger.
Dave: you are actually
Jon Davis: I relate well with others and can easily speak on a level most people understand.
Dave: biblically speaking anyway
Jon Davis: When I was a kid .. I'll never forget that day when it rained for 40 days and 40 nights around the house of my dead grandfather.
Dave: whoa
Jon Davis: How I saw .. the eyes of Christ.
Dave: what part of the country?
Jon Davis: Phillipines.
Dave: ah
Jon Davis: I was 6 years old.
Dave: eyes of Christ?
Dave: explain
Jon Davis: I've seen the Virgin Mary cry blood.
Jon Davis: I've seen the portal between heaven and earth.
Dave: I dealt with a lot of metaphysical reality stuff growing up
Dave: I still get teary eyed when I feel a spiritual presence
Jon Davis: And have felt the Holy Ghost surge through me.
Dave: eyes spontaneously water up for no reason
Dave: that you believe is very commendable
Jon Davis: The sad thing to this all is ... I know that everything in my life has happened for a reason.
Jon Davis: And I know why I have only been allowed to taste love.
Jon Davis: And not truly experience it for myself..
Dave: yeah, I had some thoughts on that...
Dave: not particularly about you
Dave: but in general
Jon Davis: Every person that I have crossed paths with - I had some message to deliver to them.
Dave: cause I kinda had that feeling going on too for a long time
Dave: I told you about that
Jon Davis: Which, I basically have.
Dave: you convey more than you know
Dave: I see that
Jon Davis: I'll never forget this girl Cari, that I dated in Michigan.
Jon Davis: When I dated her she was full of tatoos and piercings.
Jon Davis: I tried getting serious with her, more than anything our relationship was a drama story - her getting raped, taking drugs, etc.
Jon Davis: Months later I ran into her and she had totally changed her life.
Jon Davis: It was as if an angel had touched her and made her pure again.
Dave: sometimes we are instruments and we dont even know it
Jon Davis: She finished high school, started dressing conservatively, changed her image, was smiling, and had a family.
Jon Davis: One of the nicest things someone had told me was .. "Thank you, Jon for being there with me in those dark times"
Dave: Ive had experiences like that too, but sadly I've never been around to see the outcome...I always get pulled away from these peoples lives never to return in a lot of cases
Dave: BUT
Jon Davis: I'm happy for you and JJ though.  Wish you two the best - I know that things will turn out for the better.
Dave: I feel as though some inpact though
Dave: I think that things between her and I are going well
Dave: I mean, theres hardships
Dave: I wont candy coat it
Dave: but we're doing ok
Dave: two lesser beings would have ripped each others eyeballs out by now
Dave: :))
Jon Davis: lol - no need to explain.  I've been around the girl.
Dave: yeah, its a trip
Jon Davis: I'm shocked you've made it this far.
Dave: somehow her and I just gel
Dave: lol, me too
Dave: but then I think
Jon Davis: But ... if its love ....
Dave: her and I are alike in a lot of ways
Jon Davis: true love ... I say go for it, both of you.
Dave: yeah, I feel it is
Dave: her and I are always thinking the same things at the same time
Dave: gets kinda weird
Dave: we can just look at each other and know whats going on
Jon Davis: Yea I had that ... still do ... with Tracy ... not really anyone else (on a female perspective).
Dave: do you and her still talk or is she kinda off doing her own thing now?
Jon Davis: We talk ... from time to time.
Dave: (its funny) if I dont type in conversations with you for a long time my typing skills go down hill
Dave: :))
Dave: having to adjust
Jon Davis: I'm letting her be happy in her relationship and I have tried very hard stepping aside and letting her enjoy this relationship...
Jon Davis: the last thing I want to do is intervene.
Dave: thats good
Jon Davis: I know I have an impact on her life - when we talk its genuine and playful, but there is more going on to that conversation that we'll both care to admit to the general public.
Jon Davis: I saw her last on Mike's birthday ... would have been a month ago today actually.  
Jon Davis: Ironic.
Dave: how was that anyway?
Dave: I wouldve gone but we had the kids that weekend?
Jon Davis: Anyway .. she was there with her boyfriend.  I was nice and talked with him a lil as well.
Dave: ah, so you met him finally?
Jon Davis: It was interesting enough since Tracy came over to my side of the hot tub to talk to me - realizing .. now actually, that I was naked in that hot tub.
Dave: :))
Jon Davis: And we acted like it wasn't a big thing.  I guess that makes sense why he was on the other side of the hot tub.
Dave: (jeez, I hate it when that happens)
Dave: :))
Dave: damn dude
Jon Davis: But when I went inside I talked to her in very small doses.  Kept it respectful.  He seemed to admire or look up to me in a way without having to say it.
Jon Davis: She has been talking to him about me to where he knew who I was and where I fit.
Dave: I see, well as long as theres a sense of cordiality to the whole thing then its all good
Jon Davis: During the course of the night, Michelle called - I immediately handed the phone to Tracy - then they talked for awhile.  Having know idea what they really talked about.
Jon Davis: no* idea .. that is
Dave: yeah, you know, my mom talked to her
Dave: she had been wondering about how I was
Dave: thats someone that I hardly ever see online anymore
Dave: unless shes invisible
Jon Davis: Tracy has always been invisible.
Dave: I dont go into chat at all
Jon Davis: Best way to find her ... Cali 3 on a Sunday afternoon.
Dave: haha
Jon Davis: I'm serious.
Dave: sounds like a motown hit
Jon Davis: haha
Dave: who Tracy?
Dave: or Michelle?
Jon Davis: Yes, Tracy.
Dave: ah
Jon Davis: Michelle - call her cell.
Jon Davis: Same number.
Dave: I thought she got that number taken away or something
Jon Davis: She did, has it back now.
Dave: right on
Jon Davis: I'm sure she'd love to hear from you.  She's been through some tough times.
Dave: how is she doing?
Jon Davis: Like I said, she's been through some tough times and I'm sure she'd love to hear from you.
Dave: I gotcha
Jon Davis: I've been trying to convince her to meet me for a cup of coffee or breakfast, but with her still living in Tracy, CA - kinda difficult for us to just hang out.
Dave: well, I dont see any problem with giving her a jingle sometime
Dave: I still have all my chat numbers in my verizon phone
Dave: I went to cingular 
Jon Davis: Right on.
Dave: better service here
Dave: verizon was better in SD
Jon Davis: I'm still kickin it with my Metro phone.
Dave: metro?
Dave: what the heck is that
Jon Davis: MetroPCS, yeah.
Dave: interesting
Jon Davis: its my local provider.
Dave: never heard of it
Jon Davis: speaking of which, its ringing - weird, brb
Dave: oh wait
Dave: wernt you telling me that you had some sort of service where you had no long distance or something
Dave: sure thing
Dave: gonna grab a bit
Dave: bite even
Jon Davis: sweet!  i just got tickets to the Kings game tonight.
Dave: lucky dog
Jon Davis: no, i have free long distance, unlimited text messages, unlimited talk time.
Dave: you watch football at all?
Jon Davis: the only disadvantage is - i have to stay within my calling area, which isnt a problem since i'm mostly in sacramento.
Dave: sure
Dave: hey
Dave: I'm calling you right now
Jon Davis: ok
Jon Davis: sounds good
Jon Davis: i cant talk long tho
Jon Davis: i gotta call Kellie here shortly before she goes to work
Jon Davis: in fact
Dave: same here
Jon Davis: lol nevermind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-110246209825762974?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110246209825762974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=110246209825762974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110246209825762974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110246209825762974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/12/friendly-conversation.html' title='A friendly conversation'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-110045584401701405</id><published>2004-11-14T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T10:10:44.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo added</title><content type='html'>New photo added, surfed myspace all night.  No sleep.  Jon going to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-110045584401701405?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110045584401701405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=110045584401701405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110045584401701405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110045584401701405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/photo-added.html' title='Photo added'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-110040367531295083</id><published>2004-11-13T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T19:42:06.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mailing List</title><content type='html'>Added a new mailing list...

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Click &lt;a href=http://www.okaycupid.com/slut&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to take the test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-110028702051751775?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.okaycupid.com/slut' title='Slut test'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110028702051751775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=110028702051751775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110028702051751775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110028702051751775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/slut-test.html' title='Slut test'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-110016446905968814</id><published>2004-11-11T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T22:03:18.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audio post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/38474/113038.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-110016446905968814?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110016446905968814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=110016446905968814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110016446905968814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110016446905968814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/audio-post.html' title='Audio post'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-110015777560994193</id><published>2004-11-10T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:22:55.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My week of privacy is over..</title><content type='html'>My week of privacy is over.. I have been house sitting for Marisa and her mother this past week.  Having a place of my own has been a goal of mine for quite some time.  I've accomplished so much in such lil time that I was here.  I look at this blog of mine and updated it...TWICE.  I need my own place.  Soon enough.
I was offered a job yesterday.  I already work for Apple.  Love the people, the environment, the amount of support - the pay on the other hand is just average.  I've had several offers in the past couple of weeks and yesterday a very enticing "twice my salary" offer landed in my lap.  The contract is for a few months, but I am willing to see what it's all about considering the amount of pay.  I just need to make sure all of my ducks are in a row before I can proceed any further.  This leaves me very little time since the job is to start on the 29th of this month.  So the next couple of days will be very busy.  I spent the entire evening updating my resume and taking care of household items such as laundry and dishes, etc.  Even attempted to complete this online test that my agency is requesting I finish before the actual interview.  Fortunately, because I'm tired as hell, I am on a Macintosh and well - they aren't compatible.  So I'll do it tomorrow.  I'm the master of procrastination anyway. Speaking of procrastination - I'm wide awake.  I don't want to work tomorrow.  I'm being lazy.  Ugh.  Why do I have to work?  Oh yeah, duh.  I have bills.  Are you having a conversation with yourself?  Actually, yes, you are Jonboy.  Aren't you tired yet?  No, not actually.  You use the word actually a lot.  Actually, yes I know actually use actually alot actually.  You can't use that word that many times... holy hell - I need to stop.  *hahaha*
So I wonder if Darnell is going to ever contact me.  I'm thinking .... no.  I've called, written e-mails, sent text messages.  Hopeless.  Sad too.  I thought there was a lot of potential there.  Sherika has stopped calling too.  I'm actually .. dum, dum, dum... alone.  Last thing on my mind these days are women though.  I have way too much going on.  Perhaps one day, when I go back to college .. I'll meet some nice girl there.  Would be nice though, to have someone in my life on a regular basis.  *Goes to bed and fantasizes waking up next to a beautiful woman*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-110015777560994193?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110015777560994193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=110015777560994193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110015777560994193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110015777560994193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-week-of-privacy-is-over.html' title='My week of privacy is over..'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-110007308740815883</id><published>2004-11-09T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:51:27.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random goodnight thoughts.</title><content type='html'>Just got out of the shower and getting ready to hit the sack for another daily grind tomorrow.  Found this as I was surfing the net ...

&lt;blockquote&gt;
Wouldn't life be boring if every day was the same? Variety is the spice of life, and your plate is filled. You may encounter something out of the ordinary today, which throws you off balance as you try to figure it out. Spend as much time as possible examining it. Look at it from different angles before coming to your final conclusion. Remember that individual events may be a sign of some greater change at work. There's no rush to come up with a right answer.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;

That's my "horrorscope" and yes, I spelled it correctly.  I hate those damn things.  Tracy got my hooked on them when we were together.  Everything mystical and nature-related, specifically references to the equality and beauty of women.  It's amazing how things turned out and how much I truly learned from her as an individual.  About the Divine Proportion and the true meaning of the Pentacle.  I'm telling you, if you haven't read &lt;i&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/i&gt;, it's a must read.  Some seriously interesting theories on The Bible and the New Testament.  I've contemplated and contemplated over my religious beliefs.  Things haven't been going so well for me so I question my faith in God, like any other normal Catholic/Christian.  

Well, the time is near.  Almost midnight.  No one is online that I really want to talk to.  The main person I want to have a conversation with (Darnell) has ignored me for the past week.  I'm beginning to wonder what's going on.  If she has cold feet, or just decided to walk away completely because it was easier on her?  Perhaps she's going through some troublesome times herself?  I really don't know.  I hate being left in the dark.  I have other opportunties.  Hell, I had plenty last weekend.  I was surrounded by a bunch of women that I had already slept with in the past.  Yet, for some odd reason, I went to bed alone and willingly - without a struggle.  I've found peace in myself and embrace the fact that I'm single.  To contradict that statement though .. I'm alone and lonely.  Wondering who that person is supposed to be ... the "next big step."  I don't want some trivial fuck buddy.  I want that person to wake up to everyday.  (Ironic I say that considering my previous post)  On that note, time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-110007308740815883?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110007308740815883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=110007308740815883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110007308740815883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110007308740815883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/random-goodnight-thoughts.html' title='Random goodnight thoughts.'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-110005949154496428</id><published>2004-11-09T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:41:13.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog. (Amongst other items)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-110005949154496428?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/110005949154496428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=110005949154496428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110005949154496428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/110005949154496428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109998481807543866</id><published>2004-11-08T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T23:20:18.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I wake up everyday?</title><content type='html'>I've been avoiding writing lately but its to the point where I can't avoid my thoughts anymore. It's like a hammer crashing down on a mirror. Breaking me into a million pieces with each slice of thought. My women situation continues to complicate itself before me - without me trying to fuel the fire. It's a living raging force that exponentially grows on its own. Random thoughts of the women in my life... reflecting on what I once had, what I want to have, and what I don't have. 
I saw Tracy this past weekend. Not an easy thing let me tell you. Especially having seen her with her new boyfriend. It was typical. Exactly what I know she desires deep down in a guy. Someone "rad." *scoffs* I felt like I was on top of the world when I was with her. Having the time of my life. What the hell am I waiting for? Nothing. I'm ready to love. I'm ready to live. I'm ready to begin that new chapter in my life. I thought I had that with Nila. God its no wonder I fell so hard and face first. We talked about marriage and for once, I meant it. What a fucking joke that was. I shouldn't be so bitter. I felt that it was genuine. I have to piss myself off about that situation to justify the number of tears I wish I could shed over her. I wanted her to be the last woman I'd ever kiss. Tracy looked really good though. Amazingly enough - I think I handled things well. I maintained my composure and allowed everyone to think I was having a good time going through my normal MO - hot tubbing naked. Inside of me I wanted to take a knife and slice his throat. Violent much, Jon? 
I envy couples. I envy the love they share together. Maybe I'm still not ready because I know how to be a slut and nothing more. I'm sick of one night stands. I'm sick of randomly sleeping with chicks that mean nothing to me. I want to have something real. I deserve to taste that again. Hm, this is a dark entry. Maybe I should delete everything? I'm sad. I'm going to sleep alone tonight. What I would give for one night next to someone that actually fucking cared. 
So the answer to the subject .. "Why do I wake up everyday?" 
The answer: Simple. The love I have for my son. I will see you again, Alejandro. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109998481807543866?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109998481807543866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109998481807543866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109998481807543866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109998481807543866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-do-i-wake-up-everyday.html' title='Why do I wake up everyday?'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109904021935152174</id><published>2004-10-29T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T01:56:59.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-design</title><content type='html'>After a long night of coding, I have developed this new site.  I'm fairly thrilled at how it turned out.  I'm tired, going to bed shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109904021935152174?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109904021935152174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109904021935152174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109904021935152174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109904021935152174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/re-design.html' title='Re-design'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109901506449322745</id><published>2004-10-28T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T18:57:44.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaking corks...</title><content type='html'>God that's just too funny.  hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109901506449322745?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109901506449322745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109901506449322745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109901506449322745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109901506449322745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/soaking-corks.html' title='Soaking corks...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109885293102766246</id><published>2004-10-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:55:31.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So the journey begins...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm at a starting point of my life again.  I've done a lot of thinking over these past few weeks.  Reflecting back on my life, where I'm headed, and how the hell I'm going to pull myself out of this blackhole of depression.  There are some days when I feel like I can conquer the world, and other days when I struggle to wake up - wishing that I wouldn't wake from this hell I live in.  Most of my issues are deep rooted to my son, family, financial burdens, and the fact that I'm alone and single - wondering if I'll ever love again.
So as I sit here tonight, listening to some music that I found in a box packed away with my other belongings - I reminisce to Amy Karafyllakis.  My Jersey Girl.  I remember talking to her for two years through all of the pain and agony I was going through at 19 yrs.  Remember how we would talk for 14 hours at a time after I would get off work.  On a bulletin board at that.  Not instant messenger.  Posting to a website, refreshing, and seeing each other comments.  For two years, we talked and got to know each other and wondered if we would cross one another paths.  Finally one day we met, went over horribly.  I was there in Jersey to visit my newborn son and on the way back to Michigan, I decided ... since I was in town, to surprise the one girl that meant everything to me.  Only to get there and 15 minutes walking out the door feeling like a fool because her boyfriend was coming over whom I had no idea she was dating.  Six months later, I'm making the trip back to Jersey to see my son - and who contacts me ...?  Miss AmyK.  Pleading and apologizing for the last experience, her mother answers the phone and asks if its okay if her daughter stays the night with me and visits me while I'm in town.  I agree, of course, and we had the sweetest, most romantic night I had in my life at the time.  Rain danced against the window of the 2nd story hotel room.  Candlelight filled the room as we listened to Sarah McLaughlin's Mirrorball CD.  I made love to that girl through the night.  Waking up and showering to find her gone.  That is, I thought she was gone.  She was in the window sill behind the curtains smoking a cigarette.  I went up to her and held her so tight - feeling happy that I made the decision to see her.  Years passed, we lost touch and grew apart.  About two years ago, I found out she had a baby and got married.  She's one of the few women in my life that touched my heart .. for one night.
So I wonder if I'll ever feel a night like that again.  When I could hold a woman in my arms and feel like I'm protecting her, making her feel safe and comforted.  Then there's Tracy ... how I got on this tangeant I have no idea.  I feel like writing though.  I tried so hard for her.  Three years of chasing her down.  Three years of good times and bad.  Three years of my life I feel like I lost, but gained all the same.  It was like I was under her spell that couldn't be broken.
Back to what I originally wanted to write about... I am hoping to move back home this weekend.  I haven't even talked to my father yet.  So much time has passed between him and I - I know he loves me, but the amount of time from when I was a kid to now - just seems so far apart.  I just hope he will be there for me when I need him most.  Once I move in, I know my life will get even busier considering I want to pick up a 2nd job to save up some extra money and keep busy.  I'm not sure what is going to happen regarding my love life.  I have someone that I am interested in, but I'm not quite sure what is going to happen with that.  Knowing me, I'll find a flaw and pick her apart or I'll end up liking her too much and throwing too much into it.  I haven't had any luck with dating.  Even though I go on dates a lot.  I feel like I can never hold a relationship because she leaves me for one reason or another.  The lonliness I bear in my heart seems too much to handle.  I want a companion, a best-friend, someone that I can look forward to hearing her voice and seeing her smile.  To stand by me, through thick and thin and understand me, accepting me... for who I am.  I know I'm not perfect, but I certainly have a lot to offer when it comes to loving someone.  
Some lyrics to comtemplate on:

&lt;blockquote&gt;I will remember you 
Will you remember me? 
Don't let your life pass you by 
Weep not for the memories 

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep 
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep 
It's funny how we feel so much, but cannot say a word 
Though we are screaming inside, oooh, we can't be heard 

And I will remember you  
Will you remember me?  
Don't let your life pass you by 
Weep not for the memories 

I'm so afraid to love you, but more afraid to lose 
Clinging to a past that doesn't let me choose 
Where once, there was a darkness, a deep and endless night 
You gave me everything you had, oh, you gave me light 

And I will remember you 
Will you remember me? 
Don't let your life pass you by 
Weep not for the memories 

I will remember you 
Will you remember me? 
Don't let your life pass you by 

Weep not for the memories &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109885293102766246?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109885293102766246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109885293102766246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109885293102766246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109885293102766246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-journey-begins.html' title='So the journey begins...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109842954707906966</id><published>2004-10-22T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T00:19:07.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An endless battle ...</title><content type='html'>So I sit here tonight in the solitary moment of deep thought.  I'm at a crossroads of my life.  Fight - embrace the challenge, or give up and show how weak I feel in these difficult times.  Tonight I realized, there are some things in life that you can't do anything about.  You have to roll with the punches and press on.  Without going into too much detail of my private life, I know that the time between Nila and I is completely over.  Her and I have the most awkward conversations, much as I hate that.  I'm glad that we're still friends.  There are times when I knew deep down I was more attached to the idea of being with someone that actually cared about me and I felt the same.  I want that again.  Someday.  My main focus in life is getting back on track.  I have devised a plan, intend to execute and wake up everyday.  To fight this.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109842954707906966?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109842954707906966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109842954707906966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109842954707906966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109842954707906966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/endless-battle.html' title='An endless battle ...'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109834210904143357</id><published>2004-10-20T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T00:01:49.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick entry</title><content type='html'>What is supposed to be a quick entry will probably turn out to be a long, detailed summary of what's been going on lately in my life.  Things have definitely been hectic.  Between my mother's health, my current living situation, my personal life and finances, and the death of a friend - it hasn't been easy.
My mother was diagnosed with having a tumor a few months ago.  A long story short, she doesn't have medical insurance through work, struggled to get insurance, and when she finally did - it got pretty serious.  This to the point, where she was rushed to the ER several times, has finally had surgery, and is now recovering.  
Living situation:  man, if there is someone out there looking out for me, .. thank you.  I have been from place to place and for the last couple of months I've been staying with a friend whom has been understanding through all the drama in my life.  I'm on the verge of looking into moving out into either my own place or with roommates within the next few weeks.  Just a matter of time, money, and location.
Personal life and finances - well, this one is easy.  My son's mother .. Jolene .. the bitch, the devil incarnate... is fucking me.  Hard.  It's to the point where I struggle to put gas in my car and food on my plate.  I'm scraping by, barely.  But I'm doing it.  This is a complicated and sensitive issue and I probably shouldn't write much more than this.  The only thing I have to say is, I love my son and for him, I wake up everyday and press on.
Then there's Nila... I've been okay, for the most part.  I think of her constantly and have been trying to date.  Dating has turned into hermitizing.  And from being alone - to wondering if I can trust and move on again.  She and I had a mutual understanding of separating ... but I still miss her.  I miss our conversations probably the most.  Talking to her online now is so different.  It's like we hardly knew one another and everything is awkward now.  How things went wrong, I'll never truly understand it.  In the end, I'm thankful for the memories we shared together.
Lastly, but certainly not the least important - the death of a personal friend of the family.  20 years old, died on a motorcycle.  May your soul rest in peace and your family have strength through these troublesome times.  You'll be forever remembered.
On a lighter note, I have been on track with my focus.  I have been pre-occupying myself with reading "The Da Vinci Code."  Great book, to the point where I am determined to read the other books and do a lil side research to find the validity of some of these issues that are brought up.  
All in all, that's what's been going on in a nutshell.  More to come soon.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109834210904143357?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109834210904143357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109834210904143357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109834210904143357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109834210904143357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/10/quick-entry.html' title='Quick entry'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109634827910998589</id><published>2004-09-27T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T23:28:45.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it ever last?</title><content type='html'>It's the little things that mean everything.  Like a blink of an eye, my "ideal relationship" with Nila ... has abruptly come to an end.  Probably the happiest four weeks of my life.  For once, I felt like someone truly loved me back.  So why do these relationships only last for such a short period of time?  Without going into too much detail ~ it was hard on her to focus on what was important to her in China.  So I received an e-mail explaining that the relationship was over.  Be friends?  Sure.  That's where I always end up anyway.  I love that girl, more than she knows.  Actually, I think that was it.  I didn't take it slow enough.  Had I just had a semi-non-serious relationship .... I woulda been FINE.  So is this my fault?  I don't know.  I miss her... its been four weeks.  I've been neglecting writing in this blog because of that.  So I've focused on work.  Got promoted, so that was cool.  But I'm not happy.  And I don't think I will until I find closure with her.  The biggest problem is... a part of me is holding onto this.  Hoping that when I see her a year from now - maybe there will still be something there.  I know she can't read this ... and I wish she could.  It's so much easier for me to write here and not directly to her.  I'm a wreck without her.  On top of all of this, my mother has been recently diagnosed with having a tumor the size of a softball in her cervix.  Does this get any easier?  This is a picture of the two of us, my last happiest moment.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;
Pisces Back to Signs 
For Monday, August 30
Pisces -- Today's aspects engender a desire for leadership and a tendency to keep things under excellent control. A strong desire to do the right thing is represented in your chart this morning. The forces in your horoscope also help you make genuine progress toward gaining greater prestige and higher status.
Lucky Number: 395, Financial outlook: very good, Compatible sign: Libra.

Libra Back to Signs 
For Monday, August 30
Libra -- Keep sharp words about someone else to yourself today. You don't really know what the factors motivating that person are. A decision not to discuss your current personal misgivings with others may be difficult for those who love you. Find ways you can express yourself.
Lucky Number: 736, Financial outlook: mild, Compatible sign: Pisces.
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109392395036220310?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109392395036220310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109392395036220310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109392395036220310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109392395036220310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-been-lazy-lately-and-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109329565217562949</id><published>2004-08-23T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:14:12.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pisces Back to Signs 
For Monday, August 23
Pisces -- It is difficult to receive when you are so used to giving. If you've been meaning to do something towards improving your life, now's the time to do it. There is no use keeping yourself in a rut; get out and experience all that is around you. It is time to start taking it slow in an intimate relationship.
Lucky Number: 940, Financial outlook: very good, Compatible sign: Virgo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109329565217562949?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109329565217562949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109329565217562949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109329565217562949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109329565217562949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/08/pisces-back-to-signs-for-monday-august.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109313588979594462</id><published>2004-08-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T17:51:29.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My car hates me. :\&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109313588979594462?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109313588979594462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109313588979594462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109313588979594462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109313588979594462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-car-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109251104535264982</id><published>2004-08-14T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T12:17:25.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting at home, relaxing for the first time in awhile - I was surfing the net and came across this entry posted from a friend of mine.  Well, I'm unsure if we're friends actually - I'm conflicted and upset at how things unfolded, even tho I gained a beautiful woman who stands by my side.  Our "mutual friend" is upset because of my past and how I feel .. afraid that in the end, I will hurt her friend.  On a lot of levels I understand where she is coming from, but on the flip side of the coin - I in the end, have done nothing wrong - except finding an interest in a beautiful, intelligent, and sophisticated young lady that I care for deeply.  There are many times when I wish I could just pick up the phone, call her up, say I'm sorry - but regardless of how things are right now - I'm going to continue to pursue her because I feel that she's more than worth the adventure. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;The circumstances amid which you live determine your reputation; the truth you believe determines your character.Reputation is what you are supposed to be; character is what you are.Reputation is the photograph; character is the face.Reputation comes over one from without; character grows up from within.Reputation is what you have when you come to a new community; character is what you have when you go away.Your reputation is learned in an hour; your character is built in a lifetime.Reputation grows like a mushroom; character grows like the oak.A single newspaper report gives you your reputation, a life of toil gives you your character.Reputation makes you rich or makes you poor; character makes you happy or makes you miserable.Reputation is what men say about you on your tombstone; character is what the angels say about you before the throne of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So when I woke up this morning, naturally the first thought that came to mind was how much I miss my baby.  I can't say enough how thankful I am that she's in my life.  She's too good to me.  Constantly keeping open lines of communication and conveying to me how she feels about me.  It feels so good to devote my loyalty to one woman.  For so long, I've wondered if it was possible.  There are times if I ask myself "... is this real?"  Ironic part of this is - she asks herself the same question.  I know that I am falling for her.  I know that when I hit bottom and know ... truly know that I am in love with her - not only will it hit me like a ton of bricks, but I will embrace her in my arms - asking her to be my fiance to marry me someday.  I want to be there to share time, adventures, fantasies, and many memories to come.  I don't want this to ever end.  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight is an important night for her.  She's having her "going away" party before she leaves the country.  God, I wish I could be there.  We both agreed though, it would be best if I wasn't present tonight.  Things are crazy for her as it is and with me being there would complicate things for her.  She says I'm so understanding.  Yet I see myself as just logical.  Right now I want NOTHING in the way of what's to come.  I want our love to unfold itself and see each step of its metamorphisis.  I found this article, yes its Oprah, but it's very accurate and relates to my life right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/200401/omag_200401_beck.jhtml"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/omagazine/200401/omag_200401_beck.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After having read this article, it made me smile.  Knowing that I'm maturing and becoming the man I want to be.  There is so much that lies ahead of me.  My career for example is on the verge of break-through.  I'm determined to be productive during the time that she's away from me.  Knowing that I am only doing things to better my life.  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109251104535264982?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109251104535264982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109251104535264982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109251104535264982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109251104535264982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/08/is-this-real.html' title='Is this real?'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109235623293263319</id><published>2004-08-12T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T17:17:12.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the lil things in life.  Today I talked with her throughout the day.  Her voice alone makes me smile.  Our conversations are deep with thought and sincerity.  These are the happiest days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109235623293263319?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109235623293263319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109235623293263319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109235623293263319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109235623293263319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/08/little-things-in-life.html' title='The little things in life'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109229711420454313</id><published>2004-08-12T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:51:54.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Frantically trying to get this site back up and running, I found myself messing around online longer than I wanted to.  I'm headed to bed, overall happy with my changes.  I got to talk to her tonight.  *smiling*  It was so good to hear her voice again.  I want to divulge into detail every thought and feeling ... explaining how I feel.  At this moment and time though, it's still too premature.  Need ... sleep.  Dragging myself to bed ...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109229711420454313?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109229711420454313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109229711420454313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109229711420454313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109229711420454313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/08/quick-entry.html' title='Quick entry'/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-109221351285545848</id><published>2004-08-11T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T01:39:12.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I attempt to fall asleep another night - I find myself writing, yet again. I have had several other "blogs" online - nothing successfully transitioning to my own website, but one day. Some serious life events have changed to the point where I felt it was unsafe for me to write anything online anymore. Let's start with the basics...

- New job ... working for a computer company and starting fairly new into this. I went through several jobs over the past couple of years, struggling with the IT industry and surviving after lay-off after lay-off. Hopefully this current job will sustain and will be able to propel me into something greater than what I hope to achieve. I have plans to finish college and attain a degree - time and finances pending will ultimately determine which path I decide to take.

- Love life ... this is a long one. The short story .. I have always had a hard time with two major issues, trust and commitment. I dated quite frequently after my son's mother and I split up. In the end, I was labled as a "player" and "broke girl's hearts." Initially, the party life and dating went hand in hand. Learning life lessons to one day lead me to where I am today. I ended up falling for a girl named Tracy. Tracy is a beautiful woman, unsure of where her ambition will one day take her. I chased .. in fact, I ran after her. The lesson to be learned, never involve yourself in a one-sided relationship. She never loved me in the way I could only wish she could love me. One day I almost proposed to her. That never happened obviously. Her and I today are great friends, but nothing more. So from this point I was at a total loss. Confused, disorganized, ... I was a wreck. So I went back to my &lt;em&gt;old ways&lt;/em&gt; and slept with a number of women that meant absolutely nothing to me. There was a time, when I tried to work on an old flame, but as the saying goes &lt;em&gt;old flames are to never be rekindled.&lt;/em&gt; We spent a wonderful 7 days together and kept everything innocent. One of the few times in my life I can say my heart and image of her would be better sealed with the innocence we once had while we were together in high school. So aside from Tracy and Trish - I had never truly loved a woman that cared about me in return. Then I met this girl. (More to come later) One thing I can say is this - honesty and communication will in the end, break or make us. She's constantly in my thoughts, excited to see of what's to become of this, and the most, by far, intriguing women I have ever met. And to say I haven't slept with her - coming from me - goes a long way. I cherish our time together and look forward to the next time I get to hear her voice or see the look in her eyes when she looks at me. Her smile .. makes me smile. And her laugh makes my heart melt. I could potentially, be off the market forever at this point.

- Family. Another deep subject. I'm unsure I want to write about this unless I can find someway to lock this journal. Perhaps at that point, I'll reveal more personal things.

I should head to bed here. It's late and I have to be to work in the morning. I just felt like writing tonight. In fact, I've been needing to write for a very long time. It's good to be back though. This is the one outlet of expression that I have that seems productive.

So for all those future readers, keep in touch. There's always another interesting page in the saga that I call my life. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-109221351285545848?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/109221351285545848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=109221351285545848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109221351285545848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/109221351285545848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2004/08/as-i-attempt-to-fall-asleep-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00918063481712037467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/172/1479/640/3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-94590823</id><published>2003-05-19T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T10:56:54.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where to start.  I'm just waiting for my new "host" to become available so I can really start writing personal stuff in this new hidden journal.  Moving everything that I can over there and ditching blogger altogether.  This weekend .... *sighs* Most interesting.  So much to say, all the random thoughts and distant memories coming to life, I feel alive, I feel drugged,  I feel drunk, and I feel focused.. all at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-94590823?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/94590823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=94590823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94590823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94590823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/where-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-94473647</id><published>2003-05-16T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T15:37:36.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost time to go home.  I'm soo ready.  Today at work was kind of cool.  Was a bit of a change than the normal daily grind.  I'm ready to start my weekend.  Only 20 more minutes and I'm getting the hell out of here.  Helping boss move this weekend too.  Doesn't hurt to build morale over a few beers and a move and meet/greet the family.  Should be pretty cool weekend overall, lots planned.  No relaxing though.  *ugh*  I'm dreading this Monday already..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-94473647?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/94473647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=94473647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94473647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94473647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/almost-time-to-go-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-94468302</id><published>2003-05-16T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T13:25:36.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday - thank f*ck!n% god!  It's been one long L-O-N-G week.  School is going well as normal.  Although I'm a lil worried about my test tonight because I'm not confident I know everything.  I'm going to try and cram after I get off work today and head to school early so I can study with my classmates and hope there is some chance I can score a 100%.. I don't settle for anything less.

Matrix, Matrix, Matrix - Ack - I can't wait until tomorrow.  If I get out at a decent time, I may have to go tonight.  But ... I should be patient, being that I have tickets that I purchased last week.  I'm still waiting on my damn cd.  Not sure where the soundtrack is at.  *speaking of which... makes call*  Crap, no answer.  I can't even log into Outlook to see what the status of my order is.  *grr*  Wait... yahoo mail.  *brb* Hmm... says its shipped but I haven't gotten it yet.  *growls*

Anyway, work's steady but I'm ready to get out of here and start the weekend.  *gone*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-94468302?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/94468302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=94468302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94468302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94468302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/friday-thank-fckn-god-its-been-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-94395964</id><published>2003-05-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T09:00:59.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day, another dime.  This week's been more tiring than normal.  I've been falling asleep after work and struggling to make it on time to class.  Although - my first biopsy went over very well.  Normally it takes 5 times to do before the surgeon signs you off as "knowin yer shit" - and last night, my instructor said I was good and ready to be signed off, but said he wants to run through it one more time before I'm signed off.  Overall, I was happy with my performance.  *realizing why this week has been long*  Matrix this Saturday!!  Woooo!  Are you ready for a Neo World Order?  This movie is going to make so much god damn money - I wish I was getting a piece of that pie!

Hmm... I have a private entry I want to write about.  Gonna figure out how to do that.  Need to vent.  Need to write.  Don't want the world to know about it though.  *grumbling*  I want my cd.  I want my own place to live.  I'm impatient.  God dammit.  *argggh*  Ok, back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-94395964?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/94395964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=94395964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94395964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94395964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/another-day-another-dime.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-94273319</id><published>2003-05-13T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T09:31:54.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where's my Matrix cd???  Man - I'm so tired.  I was up late last night - had my first breast biopsy.  That was cool.  I was pretty happy to hear my classmates and instructors complimenting on how well I prepped the case and how well I performed during surgery.  This morning, I was a dumbass ... burned myself with the iron trying to pick up the wrong side of it.  My fingers are swollen and blistering, hurts god dammit.  This coffee isn't working either.  I'm thinking double-dosing it when I make another pot.  *lol*  I'm pretty proud of myself on how well I'm prepared for this week in school.  Already have my flash cards ready to go for my medical terminology and I'm all caught up on my reading.  So tonight in lecture, I should sail right through it and tomorrow, make flash cards on what I'm going to test on for Friday's exam.
Tonight is a big game night in basketball.  Lakers vs. Spurs and the Kings vs. Dallas.  I of course, will be in school - but will be checking for updates on the scores.  I so wish that I could watch the games, but - oh well.  I found out that I'll have at least Memorial Day weekend as a 3-day weekend.  My first real break since I started school.  

... the morning is slow ... it's a great feeling when you're at work and know you're relaxing then.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-94273319?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/94273319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=94273319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94273319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94273319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/wheres-my-matrix-cd-man-im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-94207277</id><published>2003-05-12T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T08:26:50.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coffee doesn't seem to be kicking in just yet.  Had a great weekend.  Friday night after class, I went to watch &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/angermanagement/"&gt;Anger Management&lt;/a&gt;.  Movie was great - could have done without the love story because Sandler's movie lately has been about him getting the girl and his journey to her.  *boring*  Saturday .. hm, this day was busy running errands.  Went to my study group, had breakfast with Ana and Amber, went shopping - bought some new kicks (flllly) and some shirts for work and a bag for school and supplies for school... oh and I got &lt;a href="http://www.whatisthematrix.com"&gt;Matrix &lt;/a&gt;tickets the night prior.  Oooooh I can't wait *creams pants* ..!  Hm, then I watched the Kings game at Christina's house.  Oh, what an upset game.  Double-overtime ... both teams extremely tired, first quarter - nothing but hissy fits.  We lost that game ... L 141-137(D-OT) ... then again, Arco arena - Sunday night ... on Mother's Day *crowd slowly grows to a roar*.... the weary Sacramento Kings on a mission to victory... tie up the playoff series at 2-2 for a home win of W 99-83.  Lakers won that day too (bastards) ... my prediction, Lakers v. Kings all over again.

Oh man ... I just spent more money this morning and bought the Matrix Reloaded Soundtrack.  *hehehe*  Need a smoke break... more to come when I return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-94207277?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/94207277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=94207277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94207277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94207277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/coffee-doesnt-seem-to-be-kicking-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-94075719</id><published>2003-05-09T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T14:57:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIF - A true meaning to that phrase, finishing week 2 of work and school.  This has been a truely long week.  Today has been probably the busiest work day I've had, even though most of it was spent on ghosting machines.  Tonight, I have a test that I've hardly studied for.  *cracks neck*  I'll be fine.  I just need to re-charge from hardly sleeping last night.  I stayed up till 2am watching Catch Me If You Can.  Not too bad of a flick, kept me interested anyway.  Hoping to squeeze in a quick nap and study time before class.  Not quite sure what my plans are for the night or this weekend.  I know that Sunday though - I'll be &lt;b&gt;AT HOME&lt;/b&gt;, relaxing.  Saturday and Sunday both ... I'll be &lt;b&gt;sleeping in.&lt;/b&gt;  I am so ready for the weekend.  Only one more hour left of work.... tgif.

Finally got my new phone too - Talked to quite a few people I haven't talked to in awhile such as Sonya, Kari, and a few others.  This weekend should be cool too since I plan on calling hella people.  Again ... Thank GOD its Friday.  ** soo soo tired **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-94075719?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/94075719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=94075719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94075719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/94075719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/tgif-true-meaning-to-that-phrase.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-93991445</id><published>2003-05-08T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T07:25:18.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another early morning - man I'm so sleepy.  I slept well, but ... I know my body is saying ... on Saturday -- &lt;b&gt;SLEEP IN!&lt;/b&gt;  Work's been steady.  Waiting on my new cell phone, that's been like the issue of the week.  Ordering, researching, and now waiting.  Not sure if it'll come today, expecting it to come tomorrow so my hopes aren't let down.  I just hope I have the fucker before this weekend.  School has been intense this week.  Between taking two tests this week, having to finally be at the OR table and assisting, circulating, or acting as the SurgTech, and of course, trying to find time to study.  My objective is to study a lil while I'm at work and try to knock out some of the reading I need to catch up on.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-93991445?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/93991445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=93991445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93991445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93991445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/another-early-morning-man-im-so-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-93929211</id><published>2003-05-07T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T07:42:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Last nights scores:  Sacramento vs. Dallas 124-113 F&lt;/b&gt;
Go Kings!  I haven't been watching any of the playoff games except on the weekends because of school, but I check the scores after or during class.  It's crazy.  I need a break from all this craziness and get to a play-off game.  Oooooh, I only had the time and money.  :|
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Ok - I just basically wrote this.  How fucked up is this?

Wed May 7, 2003 by Astrocenter.com 
Your least favorite thing is to be blamed for causing some kind of disappointment, and you may find yourself caught in this type of bind this week. There's no way to really change your basic nature, but you can prevent certain situations from occurring. For starters, be honest with yourself about how busy you are and whether or not you can manage everything you need to get done for yourself before you make plans to help others. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-93929211?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/93929211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=93929211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93929211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93929211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/last-nights-scores-sacramento-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-93928584</id><published>2003-05-07T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T07:29:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday morning.. Well, at least its the middle of the week.  It's early, I'm grumpy, I'm tired and hungry.  At school, I'm jumping right into the water, head first - I have my first biopsy tonight after work.  I have so much work to do I'm not sure where I'll find the time nor the energy to accomplish this.  I have several chapters to catch up on, a test to prepare for, a case study due tonight, and find time to eat between work and class.  I thought about using some of my day at work, but to manage work and school during business hours seems a bit impractical.  I'm thinking of possibly eating my lunch at my desk and working diligently like a good boy.  :)  You know - now that I think about this - I'll be fine.  I feel pretty confident and think I've done a pretty damn good job at managing my time considering my busy schedule.  This is about me this year.  This is MY LIFE.  I'm not letting anyone get in my way of what I've dreamed of since I was a kid, regardless of how pissed off everything else in my life is happening right now effects me.  
Let's talk about that for a second.  I feel like venting.  My family pisses me off mainly because it seems as if they're so busy with their life, they don't have time for each other.  Am I the only one that sees this?  My 19 yr. old sister thinks she's an adult, therefore, rules don't apply to her and she's busy doing her own thing.  My step-dad ... ahh, this guy - he accuses me of everything lil wrong thing that happens in his house.  IE:  Why did you put the bag in the dryer?  It was 2 am and I could hear it in the dryer.  I was like .... what bag?  Have I been home?  No.  My mom - love you more than anything - but I gotta hand it to ya - you're free from divorce, but not from your responsibilities as a mother.  She's off with her boyfriend and my 17 year old sister is sitting at home by herself most of the time.  That poor kid's not even going to school some days because her excuse is "I don't have a ride."  I feel like I'm always keeping peace within the family and frankly, I'm tired of it.  Then there's Jolene - the thorn in my side.  I wish life would have been easier when it comes to my son.  I wish more than anything that her and I could get along for his benefit.  I hate not seeing my son.  Then the more I think about it - the more upset I become and the more violent thoughts ramble through my head wishing torture, suffering, and pain towards her.  *sighs*  (calm down)  Okay - so my family life is all jacked up.  I'm focusing on me this year because I deserve to take care of myself.  I'm focused on eating, sleeping, and excercising... for me.  I'm focused on school and my priorties of work.  I'm trying to mentally focus and clear my head of all that madness of life and relationships.
Speaking of relationships - you'll notice I never talk about that online.  Dude, that's personal, get over it.  I don't kiss and tell.  :P  So - today's thoughts:  you can't take care of everyone until you're totally comfortable with saying that you're in good shape.  (mentally, physically, socially, morally)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-93928584?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/93928584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=93928584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93928584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93928584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/wednesday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-93873623</id><published>2003-05-06T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T10:28:24.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You tend to wonder if I'm actually working today or spending my morning chatting and writing in this journal of mine.  Keeping busy and multi-tasking is great.  You sit here, type - and it seems like you're doing work.  Then you add in a kickass boss/co-worker and a laid-back office environment... and its all gravy baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-93873623?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/93873623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=93873623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93873623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93873623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/you-tend-to-wonder-if-im-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-93873486</id><published>2003-05-06T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T10:25:44.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone had entirely too much time on their hands.  Here's a picture that's a &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/freak/zenith13/images/bushorchimp.jpg"&gt;comparison/contrast of Bush and Chimps&lt;/a&gt;.  :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-93873486?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/93873486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=93873486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93873486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93873486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/someone-had-entirely-too-much-time-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-93867469</id><published>2003-05-06T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T08:38:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, this was a cool test.  Very true and honest to myself = great results.  :P

&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ee2244; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extreme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge&lt;/b&gt;
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Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, who struggle to walk in lead-lined cloaks; the barraters, who are ducked in boiling pitch by demons known as the Malebranche. The simonists, wedged into stone holes, and whose feet are licked by flames, kick and writhe desperately. The magicians, diviners, fortune tellers, and panderers are all here, as are the thieves. Some wallow in human excrement. Serpents writhe and wrap around men, sometimes fusing into each other. Bodies are torn apart. When you arrive, you will want to put your hands over your ears because of the lamentations of the sinners here, who are afflicted with scabs like leprosy, and lay sick on the ground, furiously scratching their skin off with their nails. Indeed, justice divine doth smite them with its hammer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-93867469?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/93867469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=93867469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93867469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93867469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/oh-this-was-cool-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-93866851</id><published>2003-05-06T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T08:24:51.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Horoscope (by Astrocenter.com)
Your natural compassion may have led you to choose a profession in which healing or helping other people is your primary duty. Even if this isn't the case, dear Pisces, the people around you may be particularly demanding of you today. But be careful not to go beyond your personal limits. Or else it could be you who needs other people's help!

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Funny huh?  Considering I'm pursuing my dream and changing careers into the medical field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-93866851?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/93866851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=93866851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93866851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93866851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/horoscope-by-astrocenter.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-93865292</id><published>2003-05-06T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T07:56:31.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday morning - got up later than I usually do.  Thank God I've been late to work at my other jobs so I was prepared for this drill.  I didn't get out of class until late last night and I had some late night munchies so I hit up Toxic Smell, chatted/ate, and crashed.  I woke up around 6:30, I try and get here by 6:45 ... needless to say, I slept in for the first time.  This is a wake up call telling myself not to form a habit.  I didn't even hear the alarm I was so tired.  Got into work on time and brewed some fresh coffee.. mmm, french roast blend.  Thinking of having a cigarette before boss gets here and try to plan out my day so I'm at least somewhat productive.  So many stories to tell and so much to write about.  In due time, when I have a moment or two.  I hope you enjoy reading this ... this is therapy for me and entertainment for you - guess your ass can laugh at me while I live by trial and error.  Unfortunately, I think I live more by error than by grace.  Feel free to comment and say hi.

- J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-93865292?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/93865292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=93865292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93865292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93865292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/tuesday-morning-got-up-later-than-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-93824193</id><published>2003-05-05T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:44:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my first entry I've written in here (or UJournal) in a long time.  Basically, the sum of what's been happening is that I was laid off at &lt;a href="http://www.eds.com"&gt;EDS&lt;/a&gt; around May of 2002, got hired at &lt;a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com"&gt;Verizon Wireless &lt;/a&gt;in September and then was terminated from there in March 2003.  I just started working for &lt;a href="http://www.fnf.com/"&gt;Fidelity National Financial&lt;/a&gt; (FNF) April 2003.  Right now I'm working as a System Administrator full-time as a contractor, which sucks because there aren't any benefits included yet.  At least not for another 3 months.  Overall I enjoy the job.  I have the freedom to do my job and to take care of other miscellaneous things that may be important to me.  
I also decided to take charge of my life and enroll into school.  I'm attending &lt;a href="http://www.hightechinstitute.com/"&gt;High-Tech Institute&lt;/a&gt; and pursing their Surgical Technology program.  I'm there 5 days a week for 4 hours a night.  So needless to say, my schedule is hectic and my days are long and ... god do I look forward to the weekends.  The program itself is intense, but doable.  I'm paying for school myself so financially its a strain for now and once school is paid off, I plan to attend American River and take on their accelerated RN program.  This is a huge change in career for me, but the medical field has always intrigued me.
Onto the social end of things, reading back - I was talking about how badly I wanted to fall in love.  I did.  I fell in love hard.. with this girl, &lt;a href=http://www.jondavisenterprises.com/images/thisismeraz.jpg&gt;Tracy&lt;/a&gt;.  Needless to say, things didn't work out.  I spent the following year after her and I broke up - trying to get back together with her and basically we're just friends now, which is cool with me (I suppose).  Realized in the end, you can't force anyone to love you, no matter how much you love them and want to be with them.  Learned a lot of life experiences and realized I was still capable of falling in love with someone.  So after things didn't work out and I lost my job, that's what really gave me the swift kick in the ass I needed to get my shit together and get back into school.  
This with my ex (Jolene) still aren't going over well.  I haven't talked to my son in probably 3 months.  I hate her so much sometimes.  But after several conversations with family, I realized that they were right after all this time.  I just hope that everything works out in the end of his benefit.
I should probably get back to work.  I gave you this link because I wanted you to read what I had to say.  Feel privileged, not many know about my personal life.  Keep coming back - there'll be more stuff to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-93824193?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/93824193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=93824193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93824193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93824193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/this-is-my-first-entry-ive-written-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-93808714</id><published>2003-05-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T10:13:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amazing what you find -- a lost journal, reborn.  More to come..

Ok - figured that since I used to write in this one, here's the other link to my other journal.  [[ &lt;a href="http://www.ujournal.org/users/lionheart_916/"&gt;http://www.ujournal.org/users/lionheart_916/ &lt;/a&gt;]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-93808714?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/93808714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=93808714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93808714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/93808714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2003/05/amazing-what-you-find-lost-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-9220245</id><published>2002-01-30T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T20:05:32.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two months later ...
It's been awhile since I wrote in here.  Probably only because I have been extremely busy over the holidays.  During that time I was spending a majority of that with my son, my transmission went out on my car, was in a car accident with my roommates car, and attempting to find another job.  Over the past weekend, my laptop was infected with about 10 different viruses - the last time I'll let someone use my computer.  My dvd drive hasnt been working for months now and I tried re-installing new drivers to get it to work and ended up having to tear apart my laptop and make sure the data cable was seated in their correctly.  As soon as I booted it up, it started working again (doh).  So I re-installed everything and its like I'm on a new computer.
Financially I am going through a strain and it seems to get worse and worse.  Another entry another night, I'm too lazy to think about it right now.  I am just getting back into updating my site and writing in here again because I think that this is my escape, my therapy... to write and let everyone know what runs through my mind.

ooOO Mood:  Mellow
ooOO Music:  Burning CD's .. no time for that shit.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-9220245?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9220245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=9220245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/9220245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/9220245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2002/01/two-months-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-7272027</id><published>2001-11-20T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T11:09:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like I'm missing an entry, but oh well... whatever.  I'm not worried about it.  I was attempting to get on Yahoo Messenger but I kept getting booted and I gave up.  So I decided to dive into here and just write a little bit.  Anyway, my plate is full at work again.  Amazingly enough, I have a lot to do.  I guess that's what happens when you don't go to work for a week or so.  
I'm in the process of implementing a new client was are going to be supporting here at the helpdesk.  The account is &lt;a href="http://www.wickesfurniture.com"&gt;Wickes Furniture&lt;/a&gt;, which is weird for &lt;a href="http://www.eds.com"&gt;EDS&lt;/a&gt; to support considering they are a retail store, but apparently they used to outsource to IBM and weren't happy with their service so EDS picked up the business.  Anyway, that's my job to get completed by 12/11.  Not to mention the training beforehand.  And on top of that, I have to complete my normal objectives for the month.  *lucky me*
While all of this is happening at work, I have another court date set for Dec. 4th.  So the pressure is kind of on right now, hoping that all of this will turn out for the best.  Even though I'm confident that things will go well, there is always that possibility that lingers in the back of my mind.

Well - I'm hungry.  *poof*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-7272027?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7272027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=7272027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/7272027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/7272027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/11/it-seems-like-im-missing-entry-but-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-7199765</id><published>2001-11-17T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-17T12:44:03.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally made it into work.  I'm still sick as hell, but I have a pile of work stacked up on my desk so high I can't see straight.  I can't believe Thanksgiving is this week.  It's like - where did this year go?  I was so busy working and battling in court and flying that I never took time for myself and got so sick that I made myself fall behind in what I had to do.
I need to find another job.  After I am here at EDS for two years, I have made a decision to move and just go where the money is at.  I am so sick of worrying about how I'm going to make ends meet.  That is my new goal.  I just hope the market picks back up and starts hiring people again.  On that note, gotta get back to work..

ooOO Mood:  Dammit, I'm still sick.
ooOO Music:  Michelle Branch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-7199765?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7199765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=7199765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/7199765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/7199765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/11/i-finally-made-it-into-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-7184451</id><published>2001-11-16T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-16T17:56:49.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I put this away for about a week.  I have come down with feningitis (infection of the throat), which basically led to the flu.  I am still sick and not over this shitty cold.  I have been blowing my nose for four days straight.  While I've been sick I've managed to work on my site a little bit, changing the layout and such.  I'm still not done, but when I'm completely over this cold - I'll focus a little more on it.  
I've been pretty distant with everyone lately.  Probably since I moved out of my parents place.  Mainly because even though I meet people and I get offered to date and stuff - I don't know what the deal is.  I turn 'em down and shit.  It's fucking retarded.  It's like I'm almost mad at myself, but I also like my privacy and my space.  I've always stuck to myself I guess.  I think what I need most right now though are good friends.  I mean really cool friends that I can hang out with all the time.  I guess as each day passes by, I reflect time after time and I know that the reason I am unhappy is because I don't have the friends like I used to have in Okinawa or in Michigan.  I miss all those guys terribly that it's driven me to become a hermit.
Geez, this is depressing... I'm closing this up for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-7184451?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7184451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=7184451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/7184451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/7184451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/11/i-put-this-away-for-about-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-7043567</id><published>2001-11-11T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T15:10:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been slow as hell.  It's been raining on and off and the weather overall is mellow.  Weird how weather determines behavior and moods.

Anyway, I watched a movie while I was at work (Original Sin: Good flick) and then I took an IQ Test, I was surprised at the results.  Then I took a personality disorder test (haha). Note -- I was being very very truthful to this test.  Here are the results:

&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Very High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Click Here To Take The Test&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-7043567?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7043567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=7043567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/7043567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/7043567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/11/today-has-been-slow-as-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-7030065</id><published>2001-11-10T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T22:51:05.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooOO Mood:  Mellow
ooOO Music: Michelle Branch

Reflection.  That's the word that comes to mind this evening.  I look at how far I've come and how much further I have to go.  It seems as if I haven't moved anywhere.  It's like life is a huge chess game and all of my pieces are gone, with the exception of my king piece.  I have no queen.  I have no more pawns or rookies.  I am a solitary soldier fighting this war.  A war that I'm unsure if I will ever win.  
It's like the saying though, that when you have everything it never seems to be enough and when you're at your worst moment in life - it seems that it will never get better.  I should be thankful.  I mean, my son is here, I have a roof over my head, food to eat, etc.  I just come to realize how lonely life is though.  I mean, I am happy with myself.  But it seems that I will never find that queen.  The one woman that all of my friends say that I deserve to have.  The one woman to treat me right and that I will sweep off her feet.  The lady that I wake up to in the morning.
I talk to all of my friends and it almost seems that everyone has someone.  Even if its just a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship or a fiance and getting ready to marry.  Or - in some of my friends' cases, Kari.. who is already married with two kids and their own house.  It seems like I'm so far behind in the race and I have to keep reminding myself... I'm only 23.  I guess that's why I stress out though.  I deserve to be financially stable.  Without attorney fees, court fees, and major credit card bills from taking at least 4 trips in one year by flight.  It's crazy.  The last trip I took to Dallas to pick up my son it was $450 for the tickets and approximately $100 in hotel fares.  Not to mention food, parking fees, the cost for gas, etc.  How am I to breathe?

So then I think back again.. if I have all of these financial problems, what girl would I ever want to involve into my life?  It's almost like I want to stay single and not burden anyone with my problems.  

So tonight ... A Saturday night ... I turned down my friends on going out to a club and having a good time.  And I sit at home.  My son is with his grandmother tonight cuz Sunday is her day with him and she'd prefer that I leave him over night so I don't wake everyone when I get to work early.  I sit alone.  Listening to Michelle Branch and drinking Coke and with my cigarettes.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-7030065?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7030065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=7030065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/7030065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/7030065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/11/oooo-mood-mellow-oooo-music-michelle.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6985278</id><published>2001-11-08T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-08T22:34:15.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had mediation today.  The appointment was for 1:00 pm... and when I got there, I waited for about an hour.  Finally, when the mediator came out, she called me into her office and we sat down.  I started telling her my side of the story and gave her a background of what's been going on.  I explained the problems we had from day one of when we found out that Alejandro was on the way.  I continued to bring her up to speed with what was going on today.  We tried calling Jolene at home and of course, she wasn't there and/or didn't pick up.  Then I suggested to call her father.  So we did, and he had talked to her for quite awhile too.  So basically, the end result was that she is going to review everything and if all goes well - then she's going to recommend that I am the primary physical and legal parent.  Which will mean he will be with me during the school year and that he will stay with her during the summers.  As far as the holidays go, we would discuss that at another time.  She's also recommending that we have mediation a year from now so we can review what's going on and we can discuss arrangements for holidays.  I explained that I will have him during Christmas this year so I would be willing to let her have Alejandro during Christmas 2002.  Another point was that she is recommending to the court that his last name be changed to Davis, considering he still carries her last name.  And that if she doesn't abide to the court order, then I would have the right to not allow her to see him.  So overall, it was another small victory.  It's been a long day ... I went home happy and cleaned and cleaned.  *hehe*  It was a good day today.  My mind has been so consumed with this, that this entire week I've had nothing but miserable days.  I just wanted to go home, curl up, and sleep.  
My son and I have been hanging out a lot too.  I gave him a lego set that I bought him today and while I was doing laundry -- he and I were playing with toys and taking pictures of him in his construction toys (complete with the belt and helmet and all the tools).  I'm extremely happy that he's here back with me.  He even told me that he had missed me and I was like ... I was just in the other room.  He laughed and said I know daddy, but I still missed you.  These are days that makes everything worthwhile, no matter how broke you are or how unhappy you are with your job.  You learn to appreciate them and realize that everything is worth this .. he lights my eyes and I smile everytime I see him.  

ooOO Current mood:  Happy
ooOO Current music:  None, baby boy is sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6985278?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6985278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6985278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6985278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6985278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/11/i-had-mediation-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6914627</id><published>2001-11-06T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T09:37:15.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday morning .. fuck, I'm at work again.  I hate my job, but I love it sometimes too.  It's not like I have a difficult job.. I am primarily responsible for ensuring that my helpdesk agents are performing the duties that they were hired for.  So basically, I have to monitor their calls, review cases that they write, and handle all the HR crap .. vacationing, sick/late, blah blah blah.  And that's basically it.  I mean, I have to schedule them for training and make sure we have one on one meetings to make sure everyone is on target and crap - but overall, my job isn't difficult.  I think that's the problem.  &lt;i&gt;I don't feel challenged.&lt;/i&gt;

So I'm thinking to myself, I'll wait until the end of the year and see if I get a decent raise.  If I don't, then what?  

Ok.. I'm on my second cup of coffee now -- this is sad.  I can't wake up.  I feel like I'm sitting here in my cube slowly falling asleep.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6914627?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6914627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6914627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6914627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6914627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/11/tuesday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6893903</id><published>2001-11-05T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-05T15:24:12.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, it's been a few days.  So I guess I can update this.  Basically, I flew to Dallas over the weekend.  Stopped over in Phoenix and found a bar that I could smoke in!  (kickass - if you dont' get it ... it's cuz you can't smoke in public places in California, not even bars or strip clubs .. not that I go to strip clubs .. heh)  So I had like 3 beers and smoked while I was waiting for my plane.  Then later that evening, I got into Dallas and I went to a country bar in downtown Dallas - that was interesting.  All the women there were beautiful ... well, most of them.  I had to keep in mind that I was drinking.  So I'm there ... at the bar, smoking (hehe, cool!)  and I had like 15 beers to myself.  Not even drunk or buzzed.. I was shocked.  So I'm dancing .. having a good time... and I went shopping at 3am at Walmart.  LOL  I forgot my shampoo.

Saturday I wake up around 1:00 pm central time ... I call my ex, Jolene, and I told her to call between 5-8 pm so we can arrange a time to meet up.  Well, she calls at 5:30 and says she'll be there at 6:30 and shows up at 8:30.  So I spent my entire day in my hotel room, starving and waiting.  Then she shows up, Jolene tries to act hard and get in my face and gets more upset because I'm not responding back.  She basically was threatening me saying I don't know who I'm messing with, blah blah blah.  So finally they leave and I had my son finally back with me.  I was so happy to have him back.. I've missed him so much.

Sunday morning I wake up at 6:30 am Pacific time.. that sucked.  Then I finally got home around 9:30 pm at night.  So now I'm at work.. jet-lagged from hell.  And I was online, talking to Trish (new page to be added to my site, talking about her) and we were basically chatting.  Then we talked about other stuff (not to be disclosed because this is an open journal) and then we talked about a dream we had about each other.  That was weird, especially since it was the same night we were having this dream.  It's weird.  I think that when two people are close enough ... when you tend to think about that person, I sometimes believe that the other person may be thinking of them the exact moment you are.  Telekenisis?  Psychotic?  You take your pick.  :)

So that was my weekend.  Long-flights, a big fight, and a dream that tripped me out ...  Now I've got my son and I'm going back to my old routine of work and home.  Which never has bothered me because I love spending time with him.  I'm putting together his toybox tonight and hauling out his gifts I got him.  *hehe*  Anyway, that's all for now.  
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6893903?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6893903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6893903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6893903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6893903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/11/ok-its-been-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6806643</id><published>2001-11-01T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-01T23:36:17.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday night .. I'm headed out of San Francisco tomorrow to fly to Dallas and picking up my son (hopefully).  [ Long story ] I am a bit nervous flying (considering the incident in NYC) and the news tonight said they received a threat for the Bay Bridge into SF, saying that they're going to bomb it between Nov. 2nd and 7th.  Which is exactly the time frame I'm going to be travelling with my son.  But I'm sure everything will be fine.
I talked to my best-friend Shawn who's living in Germany.  I was happy to hear from him since I thought he was in Afghanistan.  He's supposed to be getting married July 2002 and he sent me pictures so that was cool.  Just wondering if that's going to last.  *haha - if you're reading this*  But I know my boy - just wondering if he'll choke or change his mind.  
I also had the most FUCKED UP dream the other night.  I dreamt my son died.  Yeah - how fucked up is that?  I woke up in a cold sweat and I was crying in my dream, watching myself in 3rd person.  It was so real and vivid.  I can't even begin to try and relate to figure out what that was all about.  
Anyway - I'm up for an all-nighter tonight.  I'm going to be staying up so I can sleep on the way to SF and in the plane (considering they won't feed us anymore).  So - yeah - been working on my site and shit so... it's cool.  I'm cool.  And you're not.  *hehe*  Ok, I'm bored and delerious now so ... yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6806643?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6806643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6806643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6806643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6806643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/11/thursday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6734622</id><published>2001-10-30T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-30T10:48:39.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining today.  I love the rain.  I woke up kind of late this morning and my commute into work sucks.  (Note:  I love being late, even though its bad.)  I forgot that I had an 8 o'clock meeting this morning though, so I skated in around 8:20.  That looked kinda bad.  Oh well, meetings are boring anyway.
I am in the process of picking up my son .. I'm supposed to fly out this weekend to Dallas to pick him up and my ex, Jolene, has made it very clear that she will not let me have him when I get there.  Even though it's court ordered.  She basically doesn't care.  Then the following Thursday, Nov 8th, we're supposed to go to mediation, which she will also not be at.  So she's shooting herself in the foot.  

.ooOO How can I concentrate at work?
.ooOO How can I sleep at night?
.ooOO How can I feel that my son is okay with a person like that?

It's days like these that makes me want to just stay in bed and not face the world.  Yet - I know that I have to be here to provide for my son.  That to me is important ... so I'm here .... just my mind can't focus right now.  Everything is a blur.  Conversations seem dull.  The weather suits my mood.  I love the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6734622?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6734622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6734622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6734622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6734622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/10/its-raining-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6695088</id><published>2001-10-28T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-28T23:30:55.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, writing is becoming an addiction for me.  Expressive I am.  =)

I called my son tonight ... 3 times, my ex wasn't home for me to talk to him.  {fucking whore}  At any rate, I was upset and just came home and worked some more on this site.  The more and more that I play around with flash - the more focused and in-depth my ideas grow .... thus, talkshitty doesn't like it.  So I tried moving everything over to Geocities .... "you have exceeded the data transfer limit, your site will become available within an hour."  Political progranda bullshit!  

So I'm going to talk with my father and move my site to www.davisnetwork.com.  This time ... no banners, FTP'ing will be like sleeping to me, and no more bullshit.  So... in a few days, I'll move everything over.  I have a ton of work to do over the next couple days at work and I really should focus on getting that done.  So I doubt I'll be updating this site before then, well ... I'll probably do a few things here and there.  Oh well... until I can find some reliable webspace ... I guess I can chill a lil'bit and just be happy that I got this much done in two days.  *hehe*

11:30 pm ... my ass is tired and needs to go to bed.  .::goodnight::.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6695088?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6695088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6695088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6695088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6695088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/10/ok-writing-is-becoming-addiction-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6686996</id><published>2001-10-28T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-28T16:32:02.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 4:30 pm.  I should be leaving work shortly, but instead I decided that I'm going to hang out here for awhile.  I have to call my son tonight.. which means I have to deal with my ex and whatever she decides to do.  I swear - it's like night and day with her.  You never can tell what kind of mood she's going to be in, which makes it extremely difficult considering I will always have to deal with her until my son's 18.  
My son has been asking to come home ... I'm not sure what to do or what to say to that.  I wish I had all the answers for him since I'm his father, but I don't.  On November 2nd, this upcoming Friday - I'm supposed to fly to Dallas to get him.  I've already given her plenty of notice and she has made it very clear that she doesn't want me to take him back to California.  This shit is so difficult to deal with.  I really wish that sometimes I had done it completely different.  It doesn't bother me so much that I'm a father and that I never attended college and lived the younger life like all the other kids.  I'm beyond that.  I just wish that I would have found the right girl - and perhaps had a family together.  One day though.. I'm glad that I have my son in my life.  I just wish things could be easier ... so that in turn, it would be easier for him.
Anyway - I'm going to skate out of here.  Just a final thought (God, I sound like Jerry Springer) before I leave work.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6686996?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6686996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6686996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6686996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6686996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/10/its-430-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6679003</id><published>2001-10-28T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-28T09:35:07.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 9:30... not 10:30.  I'm normally late into work.  I rushed in the shower, skipped breakfast, smoked a cigarette on the road, and dashed into work.  I was an hour early.  Daylight savings time ... who created that crap?  We fall back in the fall and spring forward in the spring.  What the hell?  Why can't we just NOT change the time and keep it consistent.  I like being late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6679003?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6679003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6679003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6679003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6679003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/10/its-930.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6672032</id><published>2001-10-27T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T23:20:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok ok ok -- Once I get started on a project, I go forever.. I just put an intro page together.  For the most part, I think it's pretty slick.  I may have to chuck the mp3 file I put together and replace it with a smaller one but... we'll see.  Going to bed.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6672032?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6672032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6672032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6672032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6672032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/10/ok-ok-ok-once-i-get-started-on-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6670565</id><published>2001-10-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T21:40:11.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long ass day ... finally got my site up and running.  Wish I could get rid of the talkcity banner but... oh well, life goes on.  The webspace is free and I'm cheap.  =)  I've been working on getting an intro page put together, then I'll start working on the links.  Time to go to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6670565?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6670565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6670565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6670565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6670565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/10/its-been-long-ass-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6666117</id><published>2001-10-27T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T17:02:27.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo .. I'm home.  Check this out.  Talkcity is a piece of shit.  They should name it "talkshitty" ... I got home and was going to use their editor to edit one line of code in HTML and the bitch decided to use their template and over-write my source code.  Had to recover the file and upload it.  Anyway... there's my vent.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6666117?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6666117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6666117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6666117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6666117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/10/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189412.post-6665350</id><published>2001-10-27T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T16:09:53.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to make a web page today.  Out of boredom as my site says.  I'm actually finally getting off work here shortly so - this is going to be short.  Real productive today .. *haha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3189412-6665350?l=jondavisjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6665350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3189412&amp;postID=6665350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6665350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3189412/posts/default/6665350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jondavisjournal.blogspot.com/2001/10/i-decided-to-make-web-page-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnathan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
