Somewhere · Distant · Always

First, Kings of Leon are great.
Second, I took the GRE's, not that you knew I was planning on taking them, because we haven't spoken in a while, namely because you don't bring me flowers anymore.
I did really well on them and that makes me happy.
I'm going to graduate school, here are my options:
St. Rose in Albany
SUNY Albany
UMASS Amherst
Hartford University
Boston University
Emerson College
NorthEastern University

I'm probably going to St. Rose. They didn't even require a GRE score, which is excitable, but then why did i waste $140? Also, my uncle works as a professor at SUNY Albany, how did I not know this? So at least now I have an "In."
Nell McCabe didn't get into Suny, so why would I?

Oh, I'm editor-in-chief of next semester's Beacon. It's about time.
I want this semester to end. Next semester is going to be flippin' sweet.

Oh, I made friends. That's always fun. This last weekend was spent entirely with Kim Harris, Lauren Inginoli, and Jared Mallet. We had so much fun it's dangerous. I missed having friends. Now I can stop talking to my plants.

Oh, and Gaston, my plant, is dying. I'm going to have to throw him in a dumpster. That's egregiously depressing. I don't want to think about it.

I can't wait to go Christmas shopping.
I'm done here.

-Me.

How are things? I think at this juncture in my life, you and I are no longer friends. You don't bring me flowers anymore. Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about, the two of us have just grown so far apart. I just don't think we're coherent anymore. I'm quintessentially asphyxiating. This isn't good for either of us.
Here's where you went wrong:
1. You bore me.
2. You remind me that I have no friends.
3. You embarrass me in public.
4. You don't remind me that it's the anniversary of D-Day
5. I think you have gonorrhea.

There's more things about you that I'm not okay with either, like that fact that your name is Livejournal; I don't really think you are alive, because I think you are soul-less! There I said it.

I will probably miss your wit and the way you held me at night, so so tenderly, it was like a blanket of remorse and ambivalence. P.S. I don't make any sense when I type to you!!

So the moral of the story is that I don't see the point of you. I know that sounds harsh. Deal.

Also, I've been cheating on you for the past three years with a fellow named "Notebook." He turns me on and doesn't ask too many questions like "What's your mood?" or "What are you listening to." What the fuck do you care!? Notebook leaves me in peace!

So, have fun in Paris. Don't write to me, I won't open your letters. I hope you don't do anything rash, I've changed the number and I won't change my mind. Have a nice life Livejournal... ellipses will never be the same without you... but I'll get by.

Sincerely and forever yours,
Jonah James Ulysses Dominic Slattery III.

"In everything there is a beginning and an end, you can always hold onto that fact. Getting there, to the end, is the ever constant uncertainty. Make the most of it; it's the only truth out there." Orlando Wood (O.W.)

P.S. By the way Livejournal O.W has been and always will be Me.

I'm getting myself all worried and confused about some very important issues in my life right now. It doesn't get any easier once you have everything figured out and sometimes I worry that I'm too young to act so adult.
I think things get easier as time goes on, I hope so at least. I don't want to be stuck in this emotional cyclone. This is all very new to me; I've always been a constant, a resilient character juxtaposed against a sea of depression, and I've never so much as dipped my toes in.
Well, I think that's changing, or I think I have dissociatve personality disorder, or maybe its nothing clinical at all; maybe I've made up my mind but the rest of me isn't ready to follow suit.
I'm worried, and for the first time in my life, I'm not worried about things that don't matter. I'm waiting for my resolution but I haven't even hit my climax yet. I guess I'll see where this is all leading. I just hope I'm insane, because that would make me feel so much better.
The heart is such a fucked up instrument. It utilizes, enraptures, and dismisses love so easily. What a fickle sonofabitch.
I need consistency, I need to exercise and I need to do the things that always make me smile. Over-achieving and stressing silently about every little assignment, every meeting, every glance or over-analyzation is killing me (not literally, there's a slight sense to be dramatic if you haven't noticed).
It's almost over, but I've still got years of it left.
I hate the ambiguity and possibility of loss.
Ugh. I hate growing up.

Sincerely,
Jonah J. Slattery

"I've Only Been Nice to You."

Everything comes into perspective when your on the other side of the fence.

I've never felt more alive. I've never felt so elite. These things combined make me Superman. Or a little more than ordinary.
.I Love Jared.

Furthermore, people come and go and sometimes come back again; but I don't really stand still that long. I want everyone to know, sometimes things are taken too far and more often than not, only the most rationale, the most dedicated, the most affluently modest, and the most conscientious to detail will pick up on the idiosyncrasies and the message we try to get across.

Nothing more than gibberish.

It's good to know I can still predict the future.
Love,
Me.

"Breathe from your Hoo Hoo" -Ellen

"Oh don't be shy, we'll cause a scene. Like Lover's do on silver screen. Yeah we'll make it yeah we'll cause a scene... it's Indie Rock and Roll for me" -Killers
I have Sam's Town. It's great. I haven't stopped listening to it.
I am also wearing a tie with a track jacket. What else is new? That's right, not a thing.
So I've been thinking a lot lately. It's good for me to think. It helps me concentrate on thinking. Let me tell you, oh wonderful world of tidal insecurities and missed points:
So next semester, my second semester as a junior, will be the semester when I have all of my concentration done. Basically next semester I'm taking 19 credits and I might take 2 more as a TA for a Gilbreth class because she's a doll. I have 6 credits with the Beacon, I'll be an Editorialist and Copy-Editor. Eventually, I will be the Editor and Chief of that wonderful paper, or at least that is my goal. Other than that, next semester I'm taking my second tier Science course with its lab from 12-4, or something egregious like that; but hopefully Joan, my Copy Chief, who I love dearly, will come and take that class with me. Other that that I have Photo-journalism with Gillian Jones, Issues in Journalism with LeSage, and Writing for Newspapers 2 with Jacques.
Yeah, I know right, I have the best Professors ever. Except No Langston again, I miss him....

"They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while"

So in other news, I'm getting married in the summer of '08. I think. We agreed that we were going to get married when I graduated, because Jared will take forever to graduate. I'm not sure if that means Summer '08 or Summer '09... I'm guessing the former because in '09 I plan to be at Williams. Anyway, yeah, so that's my matrimonial future for ya.

"I see London, I see Sam's Town
holds my hand and let's my hair down
Rolls that world right off my shoulder
I see London, I see Sam's Town"

Ummm... so I haven't skipped nearly as much this semester as normal... how odd. Probably because three of my classes are 6-9. I have more pictures of Kylie to post, but I won't right now because it takes too long and I need to go eat some lunch.
So I guess the point of this entry is, go buy Sam's Town.
That's all.
Sincerely stellar,
Jonah J. Slattery

"There was an open chair we sat down in. I said if destiny's kind, I've got the rest of the mind but my heart it don't beat it don't beat the way it used to. And my eyes don't recognize you no more. And my lips, they don't kiss, they don't kiss the way they used to and my eyes don't recognize you no more.... for reasons unknown"-Killers

Connie Chung leaps onto my shoulder all the time and gives me hugs. Her and I are best friends.

This is my new Kitty, Brownie (aka Little Shithead). He's still a kitten and still nurses (which is gross)

Amy and Kylie, in one of my favorite pictures!

K-wizzle and I, I love her sooo much. Jared took this shot.

She loves the camera.

She has a runny nose, but she's still cute.

This is Kylie in shock!

I love this kid!

So I got to see Kylie this weekend, and I'm so happy to be her godfather. She's so effin' cute! She makes me so happy and she makes me want to have babies! I love babies now, as opposed to before when I was rather ambivalent about 'em. K-wizzle the Mother Fizzle is so adorable! Her and I are gonna be best friends for life.

In other news, school is okay, Jared and I are drinking tonight, and I miss my Mom and Kylie. Things are really well and I have Creative Writing class in about 20 minutes. So I should probably rap this up. Oh I auditioned for the Cabaret and was put in all three of troy's pieces, which is what I wanted. I've got a duet in Assassins, I am in Cell Block Tango as the dude who sings about Lipschitz, and I am a Nazi in Springtime for Hitler. All is well with that. In Cell Block Tango we'll be stripping onstage which is kind of daunting, but I'll brave it anyway.

Have a NICE Day!
Sincerely,
Jonah J. Slattery

"Worn me down to my knees, I did everything to tease, but you can't stop thinking about her" -RY