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Ronjon's Journal  a superior journal-type thingy. Xanga! except! You can just create your own at www.xanga.com, and then just click on my name (hint, hint). :-D No, I'm not going to war. At least, not yet. First up, finish college. Second up, be a newly commissioned ensign in the US Navy. Then I'll go to war :) Till then, still a Joe Schmo college dude. With a last name no one can say. Dave is coming Saturday! Yay! Like I said before, we went to the same middle school, and for some reason, we've both developed our own personalities in pretty much the same way. He'll get a chance to meet everyone, I hope. Though everyone is a lot of people. I think it would be cool if he met Stace, simply because he stopped by California to meet Kerry. Kerry and Stacey are sisters, you see. I dunno. But wouldn't it be great to have two sisters get to meet the same friend? ^_^ ANYWAY. Probably the coolest part of all day was getting a chance to talk to Juliana on the phone. She's an awesome girl, and we have that connection that you sometimes hear about. Lately, there have been a bunch of people like that. It's pretty cool. The more people you meet, the greater chance of that happening :) Anyhow, she's from Georgia, a very pro-military state. It was great to talk to talk to her, because even though I'm in the military, I'm not the most pro-military dude. This country has done a lot of fucked up shit I'd rather not be a part of. Nonetheless, this is my path, my choosing. Gotta take the good with the bad. Many of Juliana's friends enlisted in the Marine Corps. Straight out of high school. Seems it was definitely looked up to. In South Brunswick, we had me and this other kid join. I did ROTC, he enlisted. That was it. People looked at us like we were crazy. The Northeast isn't nearly as gung-ho about the armed forces as the south is. Juliana says it's gotta do more with the Southern mentality of helping everyone. People in the South want to be one of the guys, to help with the community they live in. It goes so far that the word "ambitious" is extremely negative in the South. It entails too much selfishness. And arrogance. Ambitious people want to be better than everyone else, and that's not a good thing. Here, ambitious means driven, which is definitely good. No question. Funny what culture does. Can't wait to go to Virginia, and see what that's like. The military town of Norfolk... :) Till then, just a Joe Schmo college kid... ^_^ This journal is pretty misleading. The more that goes down with my life, the less time I have to write here, and the looser these entries seem to be. My life's been super busy these last couple days, and I haven't had time to write about it. Funny that... The physical test went better than I thought it would (9:55 for a 1.5 mile, which is a little slower than my usual run time), which I guess is good news. Just after that, I proceeded to dreamlessly pass out -- it always happens like that when there's no sleep to be had. Like right now... Chords practice all night tonight. The Edwin McCain song sounds all right, enough that I bet our music director Mike that the song would sound "performance ready" by the end of tomorrow, or I'd owe him a Bui's egg and cheese. $2 is a small amount when compared to the value of pride. Dave is coming on the weekend! Tis good. He's a friend from middle school, we went to school together for a grand total of 2 years, and somehow kept in touch. Pretty cool. Brian Coldren, my next door neighbor in high school, is getting married soon. WTF? Speaking of which, I still haven't set up a date with that girl. Too busy. And too little time left before I ship out to the war that's already started. Time now to pass out dreamlessly. Apologies for the incoherent rambling. ^_^ Today was the first day of well-dressed Ronjon. Threw on the Kenneth Cole shirt and cleaned up the scuffs on the relatively upscale shoes, and hit the town. I looked good -- at least, I thought I did. I had nice clothes on, at any rate. So what happened? I got complimented on by two random girls. To put this in perspective, I NEVER get compliments from random people. Moral of the story: Because I got compliments today, and I usually don't, and because I was wearing nice clothes today, and I usually don't, it must be the clothes that make me get noticed. Yeah, it's a causal analogy, and it should be attacked and defeated. But in this case, it might be true. Hmm... In other news, spent 2 hours with Chrissy today. Chrissy is awesome. Really awesome. Hopefully we'll see each other again on Friday. It's awesome that such an awesome girl in an awesome high school can stay awesome even after college. And we got a physical readiness test! In four hours and a bit! Sheesh. ^_^ The weekend! Was so good. One of those weekends you dream about, and fondly remember in the years to come. Friday night, we went to a bar, watched a movie, tossed around a football, watched another movie, then looked at pictures the whole night. Didn't sleep at all. Perfect. Saturday and Sunday were with Christina and Alan -- Alan still plays video games, Christina still is the cutest girl in the world. And Monday, well, today's Monday. Lunch with Victoria, Dinner with Michelle. Does it get any better than this? Maybe tomorrow :) ^_^ Yup! I'll tell you about it tomorrow, though. Gotta wake up in 5 hours to run with the Navy guys. ^_^ The song is done, and it is... I'm proud to be alive today. The syllables are great, the melody is fickle and light. Wouldn't it be great to be a composer? If you're into that stuff, come to the show -- March 29th. One day. One night, rather. During Drexel Spring break. Good thing is that our competition that week is low, I don't think there are midterms the following week, and I know for sure that no other acappela groups are that weekend. Who goes to acappela shows? I wonder. Fans of music, I guess. Or our friends. Hmm... doing market research might be a good idea. Chord On Blues will be alive and kicking for ages to come :) Speaking of which, a couple of days ago, I found out that Adi's boss happens to be Damon Clemow, a Chord On alum who was just before my time. I take that back -- Adi's boss is some random woman, but Adi happened to drop in to Damon's office, because Damon and Adi's boss are on the same level. Pretty cool. Apparently Damon's hot shit in Merrill Lynch. And apparently Adi's on his way of becoming hot shit, too. Christina's on her way as well. I can't believe we're getting real jobs. Yeah, I better believe it soon, huh? ^_^ YO!! Been spending all day arranging the Chords song. It's so good! At least, it's good in my head. And fun to write, as it will being to sing. Here's to hoping! Mike Pickart had this same expression on his face when he was arranging "Cry Me a River," and wrote in sounds like, "Chop, chop, baw." Yes, the Chords on Blues are tunelessly uttering the words chop and baw as percussion noises to the Justin Timberlake song. And we're singing this really cool song that's almost done! Wish I could attach it. It's... happy. Never written a happy song before. I mean, the melody is happy. Hard to explain. I'm laughing just listening to it. Mozart ain't got nuthin' on this! :-D Other than that, Chrissy Meier called. Yay! She's from Peddie, which is the greatest place in the world :) Right now, she's teaching Spanish in Connecticut, in a small little boarding school. But, she happens to be on spring break, about an hour from here. I wonder what's gonna happen... ;-) This does mean that I've gotta postpone my date until later in the week. That's assuming would-be-datee is free sometime during the week too -- why can't we just stop our lives and date? Stop everything we're doing and make some random person we don't even know at all into our top priority. Oh wait... See a friend, or meet a stranger...? Do both! ^_^ I'm not exhausted anymore. The first hour or two after physical exercise is like that. I felt so dead I could hardly walk around the grocery store, let alone think or play guitar. Or type. It was an effort. But after a while, something hit me. Pah! And then I had lots o' energy. So yay! I'm bouncing off the walls. With my newfound spunk, I watched... ba bum! Lord of the Rings. Part II. Good soundtrack. Good movie. Makes we wanna go to war and kill the baddies. But wait, we have no baddies! If only life were good and evil... everyone would pick the good side. We'd win! Yay for us. Suddenly I am tired. But mentally awake. Lots o' warfare, I guess. Fighting the monsters in my head? *kick* *punch* I think they're gone *_* Vanquished for all time. Good night! :) ran too hard. :) For the Philadelphians -- Fresh Grocer delivers food! You can shop, by 2,000 pounds of groceries, and pay $5 to have them delivered directly to your door. $5?? So much money!! Especially for a college kid. Whatever money we might save from buying stuff on sale will instead go to the delivery charge. Hmmm... That will be all for tonight. Exhausting run = no mind. And an early bedtime :) ^_^ |
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