Jon!

Hey.
Jon.
I'm a climber : )
In other words, I like to climb in my spare time.
I'm almost a pro at such an activity.
I love me some sweet people.
It's even sweeter when they love back.
Not so first off, I'd like to say
gangsters annoy the fuck out of me.
seriously. Blood and crip. what?
Red vs. Blue. That makes fucking purple.
yeah I straight up rep the purple bandanas hanging out of my size 40waytoobig pants and shit.
I'm gonna fight someone because he's wearing a color that I don't agree with.
...
okay Mr. Fung Shue.
That was nice.
Continuing on...
I don't like the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.
It shouldn't have been released yet.
if it came out now, that would be alright.
just not in the summer.
I have my own reasons for not liking it.
that was probably the most serious thing in this whole section.
and the blandest.
so I was thinking,
I have had a revelation.
I want to know why surfing the internet is, well, surfing the internet.
why surfing?
Computers+water=bad.
surfing is surely not the fastest sport.
there's not that many options in surfing, like there is in the internet.
and you don't change waves every thirty seconds like you do webpages.
well...
you might be able to give that to them.
But otherwise, They have nothing alike.
I could be like Sean Kelly and skim the internet.
or like Joe Satriani and shred the internet.
I could even be like Jack and Rip the internet.
but no. The accustomed term must be Surfing.
I don't even like Kelly Slater.
I don't like cat fights.
By that, I mean I don't like the feline-with-fur-and-tail fights. The noises they make scare the man out of me.
Watching fights, in general, is awkward.
I'm the one that's like "okay...keep walking...keep MOVING"
the party pooper.
you know.
This thing is a damn addiction. I hate it.
that's probably the third time in this section I've mentioned that.
umm.
I'm left handed.
Many people tend to question my sexual orientation.
I'm single, and dance with men.
and there have been "rumors".
well rumors are dumb, and I am single and do dance with men.
...
But I don't like the homosex.
Not involving me, at least.
I'll probably write more to you than any guy you know.
If I want to write to you. I used to have a whole bunch of interesting random facts here, in which I'm wicked frustrated that they're gone. Soo if it's your first time reading my myspace and stuff, don't prejudge me as some lame person who doesn't like being interesting.
I hope that all made sense.
I make my own layouts...so if you need a hand or whatever with layouts or anything in general, let me know and I'll help you out if I have time.
I generally run a rather busy schedule.
-I play guitar.-
-I'm in a band.-
- click here to check us out. -
I have hair.
People call it long.
Blonde, sometimes.
...
I really wish you wouldn't do that.
-Myspace doesn't like me much.
- -Therefore it decided to strike at me.-
-All is good now though.-
-For the most part.-
-My layout is not cheesy anymore.-
The - - things are getting lame.
I don't know why I ever deemed it cheesy.
I hate the word cheesy.
It reminds me of chucky cheese.
There's nothing wrong with Chucky Cheese.
I've just had a few bad childhood experiences there.
The guy himself is cool shit though.
yeah.
My main hobby is photoshop.
Send me a picture and I'll get rid of your zits and shit.
seriously.
Guitar isn't a hobby.
Guitar is more like an unpaid untrained job that has about a 15% chance of getting you somewhere in life...
...and a 95% chance of making you happy whenever.
umm
I like chinese food.
those boneless chicken fingers are quite "bomb", to put it into ghetto terms.
I don't have a girlfriend.
I know this one person though.
No I don't.
How about you be that one person.
Toria's the coolest person alive.
Myspace doesn't show the real me.
or the real you, for that matter.
Send me a message or comment me.
Better yet, aim me.
nobodyknowsme09
No stranger has done that yet.
Chances are, if you took the time to read all this, you'd be one nifty person to chat with...so holler.
...and I second myself on that.
and I lied. I kind of do like this.