Speeling errors galore, but a rivveting tale none the less.

This is gonna hafta be the most lightning post ever made. I'm not even checking spelling errors that I make, becaus eI'm concentrating on the keyboard and typing like mad. okay,. warp factor 10

AHHHHH! Crazy weekend! I wen tot Dancesport as promised, and I competed in Samba, which was cool, and got eliminated after the second round, which wasn't, and got to watch Chelsea compete in samba and make it to quarter finals, whcih was WAY cool, and then DERRICK Came to BYU, WHICH WAS AWESOME!!

It happened like this: now that I thin about it, I should have caught some sort of drift, but oh well. my friends lillian and sarah and chelsea came back from dancesport for lunch and were kinda chillin in V hall lobby, when they led me over to the elevator and as it opened I saw a huge lifge-sized picture of myself standing in the elevator! Kinda surprising I've gotta say; Then as I'm standing there in shock, who should jump out from behind the cardboard picture of myself? DERRICK!

Okay, tghe bell rang. SHOOT! I've gotta go.

Day 1

Wow, it's been a long time since I last posted, hasn't it? I sincerely appoligize to all the peoples who dilligently follow by blog and wait with baited breath for the next post; I'll try not to let it happen again.

ATTENTION READERS: Jonathan is very tired at the moment (so much so, I just spelled my name wrong and had to correct it) so try and take everything (including spelling and grammar) with a grain of salt, a slice of lemon, and a shot of tequila.

Today was day one of The United States National Dancesport Championships. It was a CRAZY day! I got up at about 7:00 and got ready, went over to the Marriott Center and got my number, and danced Silver American Swing (Triple Step swing, incase you're wondering). Dancing in tne Marriott Center is really nerve-racking the first time you do it, but it was incredible how focused you become on the dance and don't even realize what's going on around you (just watch for arms and legs of other couples, though). At any rate, my partner and I survived 3 cuts and were called back for the qurter finals tonight. We were cut at that point, but oh well. My goal was to go at least two rounds and my partner's was to go at least 3, so both of our goals were fulfilled-- at any rate, i can take comfort in the fact that we were better than the people who went to the finals :)

All told, I spent about 8 hours at Dancesport today. My mind is reeling with sambas and tangoes and vaguely european classical music. towards the end of the day, it all started to blend together into one loud swirl of sparkly-clothed people and sound. One of the highlights, however, was during the high school matchup when the mascots (YES, they brought mascots and cheerleaders and half of their student populations!) got into a fight. For some reason, the Timp View Timberwolf got offended when the Alta Hawk flipped its tail up at it and so it kicked the Hawk and the two got into a bit of a sprawl. The (insert school name here) Viking tried to intervene, but it was the Orem Tiger that finally broke things up. Crazy, huh?

Well, Jonathan's gotta sleep now, becuase he's talking in third person. Tommorrow I get to get up and do it all over again, this time with Samba!

I'll post tommorrow and let ya know how it went.

nothing clever

So here's my thoughts. This week is going to be a bit, shall we say, "packed." Here's a rundown:

1. Contact denstists in the Greater Provo Area (for mission papers)
2. Contact doctors in the Greater Provo Area (for mission papers)
3. Dress Rehearsal for Men's Chorus on Tuesday from 7-10 PM
4. Calculus Homework every day
5. Bio 220 paper for thursday
6. Men's Chorus Concert on Friday and Saturday
7. Family coming in on Thursday night or Friday morning.
8. Complete the ward directory
9. Finish Home teaching (it's the 27th!)
10. Go to the temple at least once


ech.

The way I brain it, I've got a lot to do. Incidentally, if'n everyone wants to come to the Men's Chorus Concert on Friday or Satruday, I would highly reccomend it. It should be a good time, even though we're not ready for it yet.

Oh yeah, here's some more.

11. Read 30 minutes of scriptures every day
12. Finish the old and new testaments and D&C

In other news, it was Justin's Birthday today. it was pretty cool, and as my good friend Derrick would say, he was definately getting some sweet lovin'. I helped Amanda make a cake for him, which kinda-sorta stuck to the pan, but it tasted rather delicious, if I say so myself. And besides, there's no photographic evidence of this cake, so I'm going to say that it looked fabulous.

(Sigh)

Lots to do these days.

PS-
This website is MINDBLOWING

The baby name wizard thingie

Preference and Parkour and Pirates, Oh my!

(contented sigh)

It's been an awesome weekend. For starters, it was a three-day weekend, which you just can't go wrong with. For after-starters, it was preference! if you wanna take a peek down south on this page and check out some pictures I've posted, go right ahead. Okay, are you back? Well, here's a run-down of out day. At about 9:00, Chelsea, Brian, Lillian, and I went down to the flower store-thing and got corsages and boutineres (sic). We then went over to the University Mall and got me a black shirt (Somehow, I lost my other one that I had. I think that I went to long without washing it, so it ran away.) and Brain and Blue-ish gray shirt. Smashing, indeed. It was about 12:00 or so by this time. so we went back to our respective dormitories and chilled for about an hour and then met up with Lillian and Chelsea and met Josh (Lil's date) for the first time. Hmm. I should probably say who went with who, at this point. Chelseawent with me, Lillian went with Josh, and Debbi went with Brian. Everybody clear? Good.

After we met at about 1:30, we were going to go bowling, but it was such a gorgeous day outside, that we decided to go to the park instead. It was a gorgeous day. We played on the swings and watched clouds and played basketball and practiced ballet (well, actually Chelsea tried to teach us some of the basics) and generally goofed around for about 3 hours. We took a few pics of the whole park experience, of which I've posted a few.

After that, we all came home and got ready for the date that night. Josh came up to our dorm room and we all got ready in about and hour. After all, we were taking our time. At any rate, us guys were ready to go at about 6 o'clock. We were gonna meet the girls at about 7 o'clock, si we played halo 2 for about 45 minutes, at which time the phone rang and the girls informed us that they needed about 30 more minutes. "No worries," we thought. "We'll just play another game of Halo." At 7:15, we called to ask a question about flowers and they said they needed about 30 more minutes. so we played another 3 rounds of Halo and then went and met them in their lobby. We waited for a while, so numerous pictures of us guys were taken. When the girlks came down to the lobby, I gotta tell ya, they looked beautiful. It was definitely for the wait.

So after more pictures were taken, we headed over to Chuck E Cheese and redeemed coupons for like a bazillion free tokens and played games and stuff and ate pizza and stuff for about 2 1/2 hours. After that, we trundled over to the dance in Spanish Fork and had a blast for the last hour or so of the dance itself. It may not seem like a lot of time, but I think it was a good length for a formal dance. After the dance, we ccame back home and went to the Malt Shoppe (I never understood that spelling) and got malts and played Raucous music on the Jukebox. Then we came home and called it a night.

IT WAS AWESOME!

So, about the rest of the things I listed in my title for this blog. As of late, I've become interested in Parkour (aka traceur, urban freeflowing, freestyle walking). Through numerous efforts to explain to people exactly what it is, I've realized that I don't really know what the heck it is. The description that I think descibes it the best is that it's the art of running around and jumping off of stuff. hmm. I don't think that that does it any justice, and please don't ask me to show you any cool tricks, (because I bruised my shoulder the other day trying one out) but check out some of these links

Rush hour featuring David Belle, the crazy French founder of this sport. Sorry, it's in Real Player format.
the angry cat a Nike commercial.
The angry Chicken Another Nike ad that's cool.
Urban Freeflow a cool site dedicated to the craft.

Anyhoo, that's pretty crazy. Don't worry too much about me mom.

As for the pirates, I got a book today called Peter and the Starcatchers, by Dave Barry. supposedly, it's the story behind Peter Pan and how he came to be in Neverland and got his cool flight contract and stuff. I'm quite jazzed to read it, let me tell you. If anybody's read it, post a comment and tell me what you thought.

I've got class, so I'm gonna run.

Weekend=Cool

And that's all i got to say about that.

Lillian and Chelsea in a (low) tree. 

That shadow that looks like a tree is really Lillian keeping the sun outta my eyes 

As few studly fellows we met at the park.  

Brian, the treesloth. This shot looks ultra-cool when it's upside down. 

Me at the park. AHHH! Don't look at my boxers! 

This is a panorama shot that I pieced together. We're actually sitting on top of a ciruclar monkey bar thing about 8 feet off the ground. okay, from L-R: Debbi, Megan, Brian, Colin, Chelsea, Jonathan, Madison, Matt, Amanda, Justin, Debbi (hey, wait...) 

I think I had the prettiest preference date (no offense anybody else) Incidentally, I love my new purple tie. 

The girls at Chuck E. Cheese. Wow, they look hot. 

Me and Chelsea it the process of sticking Jonathan with a pin while pinning a boutinere (sp?) 

The crazy people I went to preference with. L-R Jonathan (looking dashing) Chelsea (looking possesive) Josh (looking happy) Lillian (looking like she likes his tie) Brian (looking serious) and debbi (thinking about the ring or something) 

This is Lillian and Chelsea looking like giggly girls...and acting like it too. 

BYU: Alcohol free since 1875! (that's apple beer, by the by; tis good stuff. You know what? I bet that the person who came up with " 'tis " just mispelled "it's" one day) 

I dig this outfit I've got. I wish the glasses and shirt were mine though. 

eBay Savvy Jonathan and my crazy friends

This morning I got up early (like 8:30) so I could watch some ballroom shoes on ebay and make sure that I didn't get sniped at the last minute. I hit the refresh button every 5 seconds or so for the last minute and at 20 seconds, another bid came in. GAH! I've been bidding on these shoes since last Monday! So, out of sheer despiration, I searched for more shoes and found some that were scheduled to expire in 2 minutes. I got there and using the lessons gained less than 58 seconds earlier, I waited until the last second and SNIPED THEM RIGHT FROM UNDER THE HIGHEST BIDDER!

Very satisfying.

In fact, this may be a good thing, because the first pair were size 8 UK and the second (that I won) were size 9 UK. I wear about a 9 1/2 or 10, so we'll see how they fit. If they don't fit, I can sell them to someone here at BYU.

After I finished exulting over my win, I checked my email and found an email that my dad had sent me. It had the following link to a San Fransico Chronicle article:

Omar's Exploits

I'm not sure how long this article will be in the SF Chronicle archives, but it was quite a way to start the day, lemme tell ya. I warked with Omar at Bear Creek Junior and Senior year. He's an amazing photo journalist and the images he takes are stunning. Check out some recent ones he took in Sri Lanka. Omar was always a gung-ho photographer and that can get you into trouble a lot. Journalists must always balance a desire to show things as they really are with their own responisibilites as citizens.

Let me know what you think.

Serious theorems for a serious happening

Okay, so here's my new theorem.

Jonathan+Imitating Justin's Voice=Brian's voice

So I'm crashed on my bed today and the phone rings. I'm feeling lazy, so Brian (who lives next door) answers the phone. The girl who had called, called Brian JONATHAN and carried on like a 30 second conversation with him. Of course, Brian didn't correct her. So then she says "Jonathan, you do a really bad impression of Justin."

So, I'm kind of at a loss here. Does this mean that a combination of my voice and Justin's voice sounds like Brian?

Complex footwork with a pronounced movement of the hips

Okay, read this definition and see what you think.

rum·ba also rhum·ba(

1. A dance of Cuban origin, combining complex footwork with a pronounced movement of the hips.

Last night, I had the distinct pleasure of dancing rhumba at BYU's International Dance Lab (it's kind of a mock-competition thing) and it was AWESOME!

For starters, let me just say that I've never taken a dance class before coming to BYU. My dad now accuses me of being a Song-and-Dance major, which is more true than I'd like to admit, since I'm in Men's Chorus and taking two dance classes. Oh well. But I digress. Last night, I danced in the rhumba competition my partner and I got 5th place out of 120 couples! AGHHHH! At the beginning of the competiton, I said to my partner "okay, if we get past the first round, I'll be satisfied." As near as I can remember, there were 5 or 6 rounds and when the finals callbacks were posted, I just looked at my partner in absolute shock. There were only 6 couples in the final round, which meant that all 6 were going to "place." After the final round of dancing, we looked at each other and said, "heck, if we get 6th place, that will be OKAY!" As it was, we got 5th place (which was a mild ego boost) and a candy bar for our efforts (it was, after all, a mock competition). Ahhhh. I'm quite pleased with the whole situation. I'm sorry if this entry is a little hairbrained, but I'm still trippin' out about the whole thing.

I guess I'll close with this:

rum·ba also rhum·ba(
A dance of Cuban origin, combining complex footwork with a pronounced movement of the hips.

Pronounced hip movements.

Amen to that.

Weather-wise weird day with not enouigh sleep

Today has been a weird day weather-wise. It started out with rain, then cleared up for a bit and then it's been snowing off and on for the last 4 hours. I ran into one of my friends during the clear part and when I said there was a chance of snow later on (I'm taking a weather class after all) she just said,. "Naw, it's not gonna snow. I mean look at it! It's Sunny!" Well, now that there's an inch of snow on the ground, I feel much better about my forecasting abilities.

"Happiness consists in getting enough sleep."

I've decided that I need to put this quote on a wall or make a mug out of it or something. How my day goes depends on how much sleep I get, usually. But the problem is that I'm not always asleep all the way during the night. Okay, that wasn't very clear. To be more precise, I've found out since I've gotten to college that I have a propensity for sleep talking. I haven't gotten to sleep walking yet, but I woke up the other day and my pillow was across the room. I'm not sure if it was the same night, but I also remember one night I was dreaming that I was having a fight with someone and I ducked down to avoid a roundhouse or something and I smashed my head into the cinder-block wall right next to my dorm bed. My first (conscious) thought was "Okay, WHO put this wall here?!" I also seem to remember having an entire conversation with someone on the phone that I don't remember. Oh, and the guy next door said that he woke up one night and I was saying things like "How YOU doing?" and "uh huh" in a really acting-interested-while-hitting-on-a-girl kind of way. And apparently he saw my roomate sit up (in his sleep) and shake his head at me and then go back to sleep. Yeah, my roomate has a propensity for weird sleep patterns too, it seems. One morning, he woke up and his computer keyboard was in his bed with him. Another time, I was up late (or early or something) and the phone rang. He sits up and makes a phone shape with his hand and then says hello into his hand. I'm kind of in shock at first, but then he realizes what's going on ... and then hangs up his hand. But the best one of all was one morning when I was already awake and was just lying in bed waiting for the urge to get out of bed. My roomate's CD player alarm clock goes off and he LEAPS out of bed, knocking his guitar stands over in the process. But instead of turning off the alarm, he begins attacking his computer by trying to turn it off or smash it or something. After a period of intense computer-attacking, he kind of wakes up and realizes what's going on. It was Definitely an interesting night.

ATTENTION ALL PEOPLE I'VE TOLD THAT THEY CAN CALL ME ANY TIME OF THE DAY OR NIGHT:
I am not reponsible for what I say in my sleep.