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Name: jonny Birthday: 12/2/1989 Gender: Male
Interests: guitar, drums, and bass. anything to do with music. i love finding new people that play well. but i hate posers that tell everyone they can play, and the only song they know is "dust in the wind" or"stairway to heaven". i love drag racing, and MOTO-GP racing. Expertise: drums and guitar. my most prize possesion is my 50th anniversary fender strat deluxe, i also have a 7-piece ludwig drum set. Occupation: Engineering Industry: Government
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Member Since:
4/24/2005
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| hey, i havent posted on this site in forever!!!! dam!!!! im surprised i still remember the password!!!! | | |
| ok, you guys are finally getiing it!! leave some comments!!!!!!
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| hey, tell everybody that i have an xanga again!!!!!!!!!!!!! | | |
| you know theres a chatterbox that you can talk in ove there -----> | | |
| and heres a poem i wrote in english. i wrote it in 15 min. thats why its kinda crappy.
Bad day at school
You wake up to start the day,
You already know,
It wont end your way.
You get on the bus,
It stops for a train,
Will the ride end?
It’s starting to rain.
The bus pulls into school,
Dirt turns to mud,
You wore your good shoes,
And now there just crud.
In your first class,
You forgot your pen,
Nothing to write with,
When will it end?
You jack a pencil,
From the desk,
The teacher saw you,
Man she’s a pest.
Lunchtime now,
The chicken is cold,
The bread is moldy,
And the milk is old.
Fifth hour now,
With old man Valdez,
I slept in his class,
Well you know the rest.
I got a detention,
The teacher wasn’t nice,
I was talking too loud,
Now it’s a day in ice.
I go to the ice room,
I sit in my seat,
Trying to stay awake,
Is a great feat.
Last hour now,
Were in the home stretch,
They let me back to class,
Its intro to tech.
I get my white shirt dirty,
Its beond repair,
I want to go home,
With some leisure to spare.
I get on the bus,
It’s the same old scene,
All the kids are making fun,
Geeze they are mean.
I walk in the door,
“how was your day?”
“very good, mother,”
I wearily say.
I go to my room,
Such a bad day,
I go to bed knowing, Ill do it all again, the very next day.
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