Joni 5.1.4 - CAVEMAN NO MORE!!

I said goodbye to part of my body this Christmas, as December 25th brought not presents, but surgeons and sedatives! Yes, as I bid farewell to my appendix, I was silently thanking the world that this Christmas might have been a little more eventful than imagined, but that it ended quite well (3 scars!) and brought with it some gorgeous bouquets and poinsettias!

Apparently your appendix is leftover from the Neanderthal days - fascinating right?!

After some days with an IV stuck in my arm, and forty plus hours of not eating, home is a wonderful place to be. Plus...sitting down and chillin' is the PERFECT time to get a crackin' on :

J-TERM!!!!!!!!!

excitement abounds out of me!!!!

I am embarking on the perilous journey of fashion and design, as I attempt to refashion old, discarded and unsightly articles of clothing for one final fashion show blowout in honor of environmentally friendly expression through the use of ones clothes!

Already today has brought:

an incredibly spiffy notebook and pens from my still 'secret' santa perfect for sketching out them idears!

a rather fantabulous scarf accessory with the help of a bedraggled shirt and a knitted rose

super puffy sleeves out of an oversized t-shirt

and some good brain usage

I know that noones reads this, but I'm putting it out anyways:

if anyone should want to volunteer to wear a creation for the final fashion show J-term project, I would love it! I would just need to know, so I could fit things if needed before the actual hooplah, which I'm not quite sure of the date, time or place currently...

well...I'm considering posting updates on clothing refashions, but then the final project wouldn't be a surprise, so I'll veto that idea for now!

merry christmas!

bloggin'

...

Because christmas is must so darn fantastic and all we've done is turned it into some sort of commercial frenzy. I mean as if stores didn't load up on enough of our money in the first place, now they've got thirty plus days of enraged and appalling customers thundering across the florescent lit mall, trampling everything in their path just to buy, BUY, BUY!!!!

why?

Because that's what Christmas is all about of course! It's about putting up a tree right after the spider webs and zombies exit your house. It's about making that mad dash to the stores when the last pilgrim hat has been boxed and stashed away. It's about the exchange of money for merchandise, and ignoring the bell ringers as you quickly dash into Hobby Lobby. And it's all working up to that one day, those few hours where wrapping paper is torn off and presents quickly devoured by children and adults alike.

Heck, I love presents! Who doesn't? But I don't like unnecessary buying.

It's just this huge expectation that is placed on almost all Christmas Goers. You give some gifts, you get some gifts. Make that lots of gifts, better yet - LOADS of gifts!!!

Bibbity Bobbity Bo

You know, Christmas trees don't die the second December the twenty fifth is over...they keeping living, I promise! And the twelve days of Christmas are really...the twelve days AFTER Christmas. Christmas is jolly, and quite nice if I do say so myself. Why make this holiday of cheer, snow and muffins into a stress factor that has us dashing to Wal-Mart at nine on Christmas Eve to do that "Last minuet shopping" that is advertised at us?

I'm just really psyched that it snowed!

And that I GET to make my Bro an awesome present this afternoon!

plus I get to visit him on Christmas day!!!!

I got to watch Mannheim Steamroller on the screen in the lobby of the GBPAC because it was all sold out!

I get to warm up by a fireplace, I definitely need to appreciate that more!

my cat is the darn cutest thing in my house!

I have a house...that's REALLY nice!

my mom is standing outside in the snow wearing my plumber's coat staring at my cat (making sure he doesn't eat all the birds)

I got a coat from a plumber...

my plumbers coat is warm

at my house, we sing along with the Kings Singer's christmas album at the top of our lungs

my throat hurts, but i'm not sick!

I tied a red ribbon to my wrist, it looks nice

plus there is a big box of cuties sitting next to me!

YUM!

that's my christmas

19th Century Day!!!!

The day was sultry,

The sun was blazing,

The cicadas were in full voice,

and the year...

was 1824

It's comming

I AM ABOUT TO GET SOMETHING....AND IT'S REALLY COOL...

SUMMER!!!

WONDERFUL

wonderful 

summer is a fabulous place and I'm so glad it's here already!!!!

I really should be taking in more into my hands though, I hate those summers where you don't do nothing, and always say you do!

So I guess I've been waiting for summer to "officialy start" and now it's JUNE already so I'd better get a move on!

so far i've accomplished:

went to the pool on the first FREEZING day

made a pretty ballin' stop action video wid rae-chilly

made an *ahem* interesting video for rae's sisters birthday with sarah

biked with rae/sarah d.

went on a fabulous walk by the river dressed like arabian destroyers with zoe

SAILED at volga lake area!!!!!

started running for XC!

had my first driving excursion for drivers ed.

made a pair of pants from a huge boy-scouts shirt

read two books in two days

so fair i've failed by doing the following:

what i'm doing right now

sitting at home waiting for people to call back

pointlessly went on the computer

sat

AND THEN LOOKED AT THIS LIST IN HORROR AND GOT OFF THE COMPUTER AND OFF TO DO SOMETHING FUUUNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!

bye!

go out and have summer!

What if I planted a citrus forest?

I love citrus fruits, especialy if they would be mini bonzi size ones with little grapefruits, and little lemons!!! YUM! I love lemons!!! especialy california ones. I accomplished one of my goals of picking a lemon right off a tree and taking a bite of it!!! No peeling or nothing!! I WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!! so sweet, lemons off a tree are sweet and delicious, not like store lemons. you haven't had a lemon till you've had it off a tree.
I'm upon a computer in cyber defense, someone is filming us, and we are supposed to look like we are doing something, so I'll just spew random crap from atop my head!
there's this book that i'm reading that I realllllyy like, cuz the whole series is really good, i'm assuming this will be the last. The first book is called airborn, second is skybreaker, and the third is starclimber. I particulary adore them because they are centered around airships of the past such as zepplins, think Hinden burg if that has any meaning for you. When i first read airborn, I loved this ships, they sailed the skys, lighter than air, I wished I could have been part of it, I had no idea that there was a time, when these things flew the skys from contenient to contenient...
They were real! I never knew about these massive vessils, used to rule the skys, used to be the new wonder of travel, used to be the height of technology. How is it that I didn't get to live in this generation? I was extatic when I first discovered the real facts of airships, I practicaly exploded! I felt as if this whole new world had been opened for me, and I had the key firmly in my grasp. How could I let this slip away. I've always been facinated with the skys, I've always wanted to fly. The only times I have really felt insanly, intensely happy was when I was in the air, but not in something like an airplane, something like flying dreams, or when I was in a glider...those were the times...
But more than anything, I want to get the skys by my own means. I love creating things, vehicles actually...hah, many failed attempts and many unfinished plans, but vehicles never the less. Anything that can move humans in way that they aren't desinged to move is really the true focal point for me I guess. Boats, hotair balloons, things on wheeles, I love them. My most recent obsession came about when I sumbled across a website for making solar powered hot air balloons. Now, stop here and sollumly swear that you will not steal this idea from me! Promise! REally...I've spent almost two years now planning to built one big enough to lift a person, and you can only make one if you promise to let me help!!!
anyways, I these crazy inventions just crash around in my head, and I just can't find the time to make them! ASIDRHOGDIJLDGJFJFJJHDFHFHFGH!!!
Or the idea of incorperating airship technology with a bike and a helecopter. Have enough helium to get lift, and then a peddle powered turbine on the top for extra power. I want to make these things!!!!!!!!
Or a hang glider, you can't imagin the countless times that I've imagined my self soaring off my roof on a handcrafted glider! I was planning on starting with a Barbie proff modle and working my way up...but of course, time did not oblige and I was stuck, again a gliderless person.
Any ideas? anyone want to help?
Creating things, I love it.
You know that feeling that you get when you go on a ride, or lean back on a swing just right, and your stomach feels like it's exploding in an insanly good way? Me and sarah started calling that the "giggly tummy" when we were younger. That's also something I love searching for! It just feels like you have to laugh, I love it!
well everyone is on facebook, I wonder why I'm doing this...I'm very proud of my non-facebook status if you care to know. I could go on about why, but people would probably...not apreciate it very much.
Why do we do such pointless things? Oh, not on teh facebook topic anymore, (but I COULD be!!..)
anyways
now I should do something of relivance, like study math...well, hum, relivance, maybe not, but kinda important for the moment...

scattered thoughts

Holden-observer, watching the world spin by around him. He never wants to have another conversation, he can just pretend to be def and mute. Deathly afraid of any "flity" activity towards him, says it' happened about 20 times since he was a kid. Back in the same routine, will he ever apply himself? How will putting him back in another school help? how? I don't know.
some great fall, sinking into nothing at the end of each block, only Allie can save him.
schools over
finish later
wow...
done

Sorry Viewers

Our video really sucks, it's probably going to be the most pointless boring thing you've ever watched, sorry.  It would be better, it would be great! but there are only so many hours in a week...

just a disclaimer, sorry Mrs. J, my other group members and everyone else.

this is it...

it's final, i'm about to explode...

really, i don't care anymore, you can honestly only do so much homework per day without exploding, or having mental breakdown.  I'm about to accomplish both. 

why the heck am i doing this anyways, i have about forty other things, all due on monday.

happy home-working everyone, try to refrain from exploding.  only ten-ish more days, but there about to be the ten worst days of my life!

i thought that it would work!

so leah the kind soul that she is, lent me her laptop of which i am now on...

heres the thing

it says : Leah your computer doesn't burn DVD's

(which was the whole reason why i borrowed it, so i could finish&burn our lit. project!!GHAHAHAGSHADSOLLROTDIKKDFFFFFFFFfff!

at least it has photobooth!

Downpour

phonies

I Love you...

(she's a pain in the ass)

I Love you too...

(his hair is corny)

Holden&Phoebe

"She just kills me..."
obviously not in a bad or literal way! Holden really loves his sister, or feels some brotherly connection towards her. She just kills him, and that's why he doens't want anything to kill her.
Not in a way where someone is going to come at her with a dagger, but in a more continual sense. Because Phoebe is this small, young, and vulnerable, Holden feels like her needs to protect her. Not just her, Holden seems to have put this responsibility on himself, this job, the he must do. He needs to protect these innocent young minds and bodies, from all the phoniness of the world ready to unhinge it's giant jaw and swallow them whole, as soon as they dare step into the world! He still clings to this childhood part of him. It seemed to be this place where there were no phonies, no troubles, no one to fail or destroy. He has to protect those kids, he has to keep them in those little glass cases in the museum. They are running, and about to run out of the safe, fruitful pastures of childhood, and fall off the cliff, into the unpredictable airs of adult hood. He has to catch them, he has to be the catcher in the rye...

Marriage

Will you marry me?

will you dare to grow?

Right-straight out of school, the way they want it to go?

Will you marry me?

Will you bind yourself in twine?

a pretty parcel that can be all mine?

I'll get down on one knee, promise to be good

hand you a ring, just like a should.

Will you marry me?

Will you say "I do"?

exit down the aisle, with the music as our cue?

When the car finally leaves, with crowds behind

I can only wish, this deal was not signed.

(sorry, it rhymes...Ms Koch would explode)

somethings just stay the same...

"The best thing though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was...the only thing that would be different was you...certain things should stay that way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and leave just them alone."
These few pages, these few lines, give away some of the most of Holden, I've seen throughout the entire book.
That museum represented and meant so much to him, his childhood, his memories, his growth, and his mind. It seems as though Holden's life has been going to awry, everything is so gosh darn awful for him, but not in this museum. Time is slipping away from him with every move he makes, just like the rest of us. Every school he is kicked out of, he looses another half a year in wasted effort, or wasted time. Every death he encounters, every loss of someone close, and he gains ten years in age, looses ten years of childhood. Every bar he goes to he tries to drink, party, or otherwise lift the things that are getting him down from his mind. Every age he fakes, every smoke he takes, he wades further into this unknown pool of "adulthood" and away from the safe shores of his childhood. He wishes he could go back, at least I believe that he does. That someone from back there would throw him that life preserver, and tow him back to land. He's over his head, and his clothes are getting too heavy and water logged for him to tread any longer. It won't be long...
What would Holden's museum look like? The museum of Holden's childhood, the place he could go, and see all that used to be, in shinny glass cases, waiting to be unlatched and walked back into. Preserved, just like it should be, just like it was. Instead of painted Indians, and flying birds, would we see a writing Allie, and a happy Holden? What would we see?
He says, the only thing that would change, would be you...and it's time to leave school, but I'll try to re-gain my thought LATER!!!
well...there goes my thought process, this is all thats comming out on this topic!
These few pages, these few lines, describe Holden in the most fundamental way :

You know what would be sweet?

I'll tell you:

something that I could stick on my head, and it would record all my thoughts throughout the day!  Then you could have this ENORMOUS transcript of your thoughts.  That way I could really write something of meaning here, instead of the normal crap I dish out.  I can never think of anything really when I come to this ol' box of a computer, really!  However...

THIS WOULD NEVER LAND IN THE HANDS OF ANYONE ELSE, LEAST OF ALL THE GOVERMENT&FREAK AGENCIES OF NATURE!!!!!!!

Does that not spell disaster to anyone else?? This would be like a wonky mind-power of mine.  Just think of it!  Some people can levitate objects with their mind...

I print manuscripts out of my ears or something!

Of course everyone has probably thought about this, but I think about it a lot.  I can never keep up with my thoughts, sometimes that is.  And it would be nice to have them all there, I mean you might even think things you didn't remember thinking about!  Dang, what if you where reading through your thoughts, and there was a ton of weird stuff that you never remember thinking about, and it was stuff you would normally never think about?  What if you found out that your mind/yourself where actually an entirely different person than who you thought you were? What if everyone had this?  Could this cause a downwards spiral of depression as everybody found out that their lives where a lie? *gasp* !

This still sounds insanely cool and a little bit appealing to me, even though people would never be able to handle something like this!

THEATRE REMORSE GROUP!

MURDER IS A GAME CAST FOLKERS:

Myself and other member have been talking about how we wanted to get together again

 before everyone graduated because this was such a b.a

 cast...

Anyone up for a little V.I perhaps sometime this weekend or next? I really would like to do this, I mean they remodeled V.I!!! We have to revisit it!! Besides, I'm

 feeling a little senior-graduation-depression-fear-omgosh-we-have-to-graduate-in-two-years-kind-of-thing

!!!!

Anywho, comment or something!

Urban legends are the hostas on my patio!

good ol' thunderstormy days are a commin' ooooeeiii round the corner!

a once ate a thousand violets ooooeeiii round the corner!

HAVE YOU EVER HEAR THE STORY OF THE THREE HEADLICE?

believe it or not, they are actually connected with the three blind mice!  It was a good story, it involved an old man louse who used to be a lyric opera tenor, who sang soprano in madam butterfly.  It also involved a wig maker, who was very crafty!  And a few millions of lice...

you see, lice used to work in banana plantation farms, but before that they lived inside the wigs of the elite and powerful!  You see, it was really the lice that decided to give Marie Antoinette the chopper, and it was most definitely the lice that started the American Revolution!  It's really quite fascinating.  I'm sad I can't recreate it, but it was once of those one time stories you make up!  It was worth telling it though, because I got a sweet henna tattoo on my foot for my services! 

However every time I'm on the computer during a thunder storm I'm always worried I'll get electrocuted, really I am!  That whole "stay away from electronics" really gets yer sometimes!  I know it's crazy, but sometimes I only touch the keyboard when a need to, then hope it won't transfer to my bones and kill me!  well...better go, you never know if these things people tell you are ture!!

Oh! Yee'l jest hav tu' be beari' me hanus crimes of puttin' on music teh me page!! For nay, it tis not be goin' nowhere, nohow! I might be changin' it up now an' then. but battle ready yeersleves, there be a storm commin'. an' i think i feel a change in the wind says i!

don't you wish there where things you could say...outloud?

and you wouldn't regret it, and you wouldn't feel like you had doomed yourself to eternal peril? 

and you wouldn't feel afraid of rejection?

and you wouldn't have to play by the "rules"?

don't you wish?

i do.

The best excuse to not do homework...

Come on Zorro, I need to do Chemistry.

No. you cannot play with my foot...no, sorry not-

GAHHHEEAAIIIII!! NOT THE HOMEWORK!!!!! THAT'S IT! YOU'VE GOT IN COMMIN' YOU LITTLE NUGET!!!!!

I'M GONNA EEEAAATT YOOO- gosh darn it!!! Why must you be so CUTE!!!

well....never try to reason with a cat...especially a cute one!

Spring if I ever saw it!!!!

Yes indeed! Spring in certainly in the air!!

a most be-a-U-tiful day if I do say so myself!!

Alienation-through the phases

Alienation-everyone can agree it's not something that one looks forward to. It's not something that falls high up their on people's favorites list, or comes into play during fond reminiscing. And as we think back on the times that we where alienated, or subjected to separation, there just might be a pattern...
Granted, alienation happens everyday, in every way, and there is no telling when it will strike, or what you can do. However, it almost seems as if alienation is more apparent at certain times in our lives. Say that you didn't go to this school for all ten years of your school life, say you went to an elementary school, then a middle school, and finally a high school. Here, we where always told about the big changes that where coming about, as we dramatically moved down one locker row in the hallway. Here we where told, that now we would have bigger responsibilities, and that we might need to adjust to this shocking change. We kept our friends, we kept many of our teachers, we kept the same building, we only moved up a grade level! What about those people who didn't end up going to the same middle school building as all their elementary friends? Who where really experiencing these big changes, and not just thinking that they where. Splashed into a building full of new faces, new ways, and unfamiliar places, this was the way these students went, and are going through school. It seems to me, that alienation seems most apparent in the "transitional stages" we go through in life. Whether it be something like changing a grade title, or moving from the realm of child to adult. The transitions are always the weakest, the breaking points when we have to almost start over. These are the times when we are exploited, and alienated, and until we learn to adapt to that new situation, it will continue. Not only that, but some people never get the chance to adapt, and never reach the level where they are not shunned. Why does this happen? Because we don't let them

growing up -->

So...

I just watched Slumdog millionaire on Sunday and it got me thinking about people's childhoods and how they effect who they become.  What happened in Holden's childhood that has led him to behave in such a way towards societal preferences and expectations for him.  Is it just the typical "teen angst" factor coming in to play, or is it more?  How do people turn out the way they do?  In the movie (Slumdog millionaire), it was almost proving against childhood shaping, I mean the poor guy got to grow up in an absolutely horrifying way!  His mother killed when he was only about five years old, having to live on his own, trying to stay alive and living with death, poverty, lies and the horrible truths or reality.  You would think a person who grew up like that would be hardened by life beating down on them.  You would think that person would be a lying, cheating, thieving creature, trying to obtain anything they could to enhance their rate of survival.  You would think.  

So what happened in Holden's youth?  Did his parents push for the "pleasantville" atomic family, and it ended up backfiring in their faces?  Was that extra little push they gave him when he hit the baseball through Mr. McNelly's window just enough to make his realize what he was living with.  Did he see someone, someone whom he would have normally admired, and suddenly realized that they where a fake?  Was it something like with Biff and Willy's affair with the woman?!! Holden and Biff might have been all set up for the "successful" life, with their parents happily in tow behind, when something happened.  It must have been something big, to cause such a dramatic shift in beliefs.  It could have been Allie's death....then again.  Holden could have always been destined for something of this sort, and has always been like this!  People seem too hard to just pin down to a category, or to predict with probability, or common circumstance.  Afterall, a kid with a nice normal family, with goals and ambitions will turn out completely "normal" right?   

You would think.

O-o people are strange...and very entertaining ;D !!

What makes us feel...

I feel very uninspired for this at the moment, my apologies if you read this...and whatever i wrote before this...and anything really...nagh.

Why is it that Holden can be so unattached, and so uncaring for most of the population, yet he has these few people that come into his life, seem like his saving grace.  His brother Allie, who he loved, so much that...i can't really write anything to sum it up.  Now we see someone new, this Jane.  If it had been anyone else on that date, it wouldn't have mattered, anyone else.  Yet it wasn't anyone else, and somehow he still holds this connection to her that he can't  break.  

I've heard that Holden does things without really knowing why he does, which could be true.  But I believe that he is the most lost, or confused when dealing with someone whom he truly cares about.  He punches all the windows out with Allie's death, and causes his roommate to punch in the face with Jane.  But really, I have to admit, I think he does know why...or at least, it seems as if he had a reason, I might be able to pick it out.  Maybe the question is: why wouldn't you punch the car window's out when your brother died?  Well, maybe it's a bit extreme, but ONLY in the violence department, not in the way of grief.  Anyway's to sum up todays horrible reflection: Dis book iz gunda, and I liek et a lout.

photers

don't we all enjoy the occasional glass elevator outings?

 

The best picture of raquel...sorry raquel I'll post those marvey ones of moi and sarah!

HELPS!

I don't understand this young follow and google name and such.  Now I am following some people's blogs twice!! Once as my blogger accound (extraordinaryexclamtions) and one as this young google account of which i thought I had to set up in order to follow unanimously (Jonsey Boy (my nickname with my fellow indiana jones adventurers))

anyone able to shed some light?  can i combine them into one person......?

So...Catcher in the Rye

Because Holden is so judgmental of everyone else, I feel it's only fair to be judgmental of him (for the time being...)  Holden is cynical, dead on cynical.  It seems like the only person that he can actually say something nice about is Allie, who's dead.  Kind of weird, the only thing he has anything good to say about is something that's not there.  That kind of sums him up in a way.  Always trying, reaching, wanting something that's not there, whatever that is.  These intangible things drive his life, shaping his action, thoughts ect.  He's so determined to deny this "life is a game" idea, so determined NOT to play by the rules.  I think that the very thought of him as just a little player, who, if he follows the rules, plays along will reach then "end", or "win" this game.  So determined to deny and reject this sickening idea, he refuses to partake in ANYTHING that would come out looking like a correct move,a good roll, or perhaps a lucky draw.  He's stubborn, reminds me of myself actually.  When i found out that they where going to tear down the old library and build a new one, I boycotted, no REFUSED that new library.  I didn't even LOOK at it!  It was just this stubborn mindset that I can get into when I want.  I successfuly avoided any contact what so ever with the library for about five, six years, until last summer, when I was forced to go there for a summer french tutoring dealio.  Squinging my eyes, I entered the building hoping that maybe if I just squinted the whole time everything would be fine.  I've been to the library a few times now, but only when I must.  I however still haven't checked out a book from there, which I would like to point out shows incredible endurance on my part (I feed/live out of books).  I don't know what it was, but I do know, once you get in, there's no getting out, I mean you're breaking y our own word!! GAgh! Holden, is never going to play by the rules, not with a mind like that...

STARWARS EXTRAVAGANZA!!!

So here's the dealio, last summer i went to THIS AMAZING STARWARS exhibit in MN, and I never got to show anyone (not that they would really care!)  but really, it was SOOOO AWEEESOME!! There were all the original artifacts and such, and GHAHASIRTAWOIJARTKO!!! THose are the only words i can try and describe it with.  Basicaly it was on my top most awesome fun trips and I guess I want to share it with people, so randomly i'll supply a picture and a story!!!

for now: me and my homeboy darth...

flowers ... AGAIN!!

okay, now really, stop computering...you've got better things, like homework!!! XD..only not really, but I'll finish anyways (but actually yes, homework more important than flower pictures, and i have suddenly turned into a caveman with my speech!)

JONI'S FAKE PHOTO BLOG continued...Flowers

Flowers framed in window...yay spring!

 

JONI'S FAKE PHOTOGRAPHY BLOG!!!!!

Hurrah! 

So, I was browsing arond all ya'lls photography blogs, and sayin to me self, "man i wish i could take photography!"  It just looks so FUN!  Learn about picture taking goods, take pictures, edit pictures, have fun! Of course it might be awful, but not what I've heard.  Anyways, I reilize that I take a bunch of pointless pictures, because I will NEVER DO ANYTHING WITH THEM!!!! They eirther sit on my camera and get deleted, or sit on my computer (and get deleted), because they serve do purpose, only "Oh look a photo!" kind of thing.  So as long as I like to take pictures I will never use, I might as well put them here...and THEN delete them!  Plus, it's kind of my...non-elective-taking moping system.

First One You Get : Mon Kitter!!! :D

(Oh! Disclaimer!! I don't claim these pictures to be any good or anything, I just got my mom's old broken camera (but it's fixed now) and like to document awesome things I might see (or random, or ugly, or beautiful, or shocking ect., iz just for fun!))

um.. we'll say scenery (is that a category you have?)

I just be enjoyin' this place...a lot...it's springtime!! (only not for Hitler in Germany!...The Producers, anyone?...)

This is the blog that jack built...(because he had to)

Yup. Blog. Cool. Yeah. snurf. smurf. i need to practice. 

STAY TUNED FOR MORE FUNS STUFFS!! (I promise..really)

This is the blog that jack built

टुमॉरो तिस थे डे ऑफ़ अप्रैल फूल्स!! वहत विल वे दो नेक्स्ट? फंड आउट टुमॉरो!!
(translation: watch out it's april 1st...)