|My name is Jesus I am the lord's son. I know more than anyone could ever tell, just ask my dad.
||[Mar. 5th, 2006|11:47 pm]
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
GUNS! GUNS! BITCHES!|
So the other day Madeline and I rediscovered a forgotten notebook in my apartment and I found some lyrics to a song I wrote to a surf like melody. (I know this isn't the first draft though because the first draft had a line involving Ian's tendency to remove his pants at parties.)
bring all your cats and dogs
we're doing the bat like frogs
Ichi's got jammies on
we wish you could come a long
Some movie ideas me and Devin wrote one late night at Denny's or something like that.
-Guy who becomes obsessed with bag lady
-man, secret society, and possible alien conspiracy
-guy with a secret knack for trash
- a lonely guy builds himself a robot companion because he hates working at livebridge
The english translation to a speech I presented to my Japanese class 3 years ago (Devin was my assistant).
Good morning. My name is Jonathan. Devin is American. Over there is a clock. It is now 8 o'clock. That is a bag. Octopus please. This is an octopus. Pen Please. This is a pen. Umbrella please. This is an umbrella. Book please. NO! This is a shoe. Yes, this is a book. Thank you.
And another one.
Good morning. I am in front off the class. There is a box here. There is a pencil inside the box. The pencil is in front of the box. The pencil is behind the box. The pencil is beside the box. We are all on the earth.
There's a lot more too: lots of funny drawings Devin, Madeline, and I did. Some notes Devin took while job searching. Notes I took while in classes. Goofy things Madeline wrote. More and more and more again.
I wish I had a scanner.