Jon, Jonathan, Zephyr -- whichever you prefer. I'm attending SUNY Oneonta in Fall of 2007 as a music industry major with a minor in business. I despise people I don't know, but love most people that I meet. I write most acquaintances and friends off without thinking twice, and it's usually because I don't care about them. Close friends that piss me off more than once in severity suffer the same consequences. If you hit me, I'm not fighting back. I'm incredibly conceited, and feel that I have every right to be. If you disagree, you're unimportant and clearly blind. I'm one of the worst people to get into a verbal confrontation with, because I'll use my words to make you feel miserable about your life. I'm generally a happy person, and have come to terms with the fact that nearly everybody has more baggage than I care to deal with. I've gone through far too many jobs over the past four years, and the only jobs I stuck with for long periods of time were those in which I was my own boss. If you're looking for me, I'm easily located at the beach, the city, or aimlessly bumming around Suffolk county. It's a rarity when you'll find me hanging out in my own town. I'm an only child, and it usually shows. I wish on shooting stars. I'd rather have a get-together with a few friends than be at a large party. I don't plan to live past age 35. I will more than likely have a heart attack. I enjoy concerts. Occasionally, I'll follow tours.
"All my life I always wanted to fly. I always wanted to live like a hawk. I know you're not supposed to be jealous of anything, but... to take flight & to soar above everything and everyone; now that's living. But a hawk is no good around normal birds. It can't fit in. Even though all the other birds probably want to be hawks, they hate him for what they can't be: Proud. Powerful. Determined. Dark. He is a hawk. He soars above us. He can fly. One of these days, everyone's gonna pay attention to me, because I'm gonna fly too."
AIM; in this horizon
