I trimmed my beard today.

I know. Exciting stuff. But I was almost at a level 10. That's not ok unless you're going after a level 20 or higher:



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Pie Chart time!

This is pretty self explanatory, but for those that don't quite get it, this is my monthly goal:



So far, I give my self an A special gold start plus!


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Leveling up

I've decided it's time to take my archery to the next level. I can't just keep going to the range to find targets, I need to hunt them in the wild, where I'll need my wits and keen vision to track down and nail a four, or maybe a five ringer right in the bullseye. You know, before they get me first.



As you can see, on a day like today, it'll take all the training I've self taught myself (?) if I hope to come out of this alive. You may have noticed that I've only got two arrows in my quiver. One is for the kill shot. The other is to split the arrow that delivered the kill just to prove it wasn't a lucky shot. The hat is obviously ugly, but I needed something to keep the hair out of my eyes. It's getting way too long up front. And the last thing anyone wants to hear when you come home empty handed is some lame excuse about how you had the target right in your sights, but a slight breeze blew your unnecessarily long hair into your eyes and you missed. I've heard way too many drunken hunting stories that ended with the old slight breeze hair in my eyes routine. I won't be one of them.


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In our house, we barter.

Today, these two things are worth the same amount.



Madelyn wanted me to build her a dresser that we bought from Ikea a week or two ago. In exchange, she offered to take one of my dishes shifts. The jokes on her though because it took me 45 minutes to build the dresser, where as the dishes usually only take about half that! Nobody tell her what a sucker she is, ok?


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Ever had an MRI?

Yeah, neither had I until today. It's pretty interesting what they can do with magnets these days. If you'd like to know what it's like, but don't have the money, look at the picture below and follow these instructions:

1. Hold the picture about 5 inches away from your face.
2. Rent a jackhammer and have a friend break up concrete about 3 feet away from your ears.
3. Do not move. At all. For 2 hours.


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Guess who's out of ideas?

This guy.

But apparently I've put on a little weight.  Except perhaps in my right thigh.  That's always been a problem area for me when it comes to weight gain.  Kinda throws off my whole look, plus there's that whole problem of finding pants that fit right.  Ugh, what a nightmare.

I used two 28 cent stamps on this one...

You're not going to believe this, but I only used one tool in my massive drawing arsenal to complete this one:

 Isn't it crazy how much it looks like me?  Like a real human being?

Hippie Hair

My hair is getting uncomfortably long.  It's pretty much only good for one thing now:

Further proof:

I don't even have a fan on me right now...

The end of week one...

...with my iPad.  It occurs to me now that I basically just tolerated life up to this point.

Also, I need a haircut.

Blasted from the past...

Ok, this one comes to you from over a decade ago. I picked this up today while rummaging through some old stuff. I don't even really remember writing it, but it is unmistakeably my handwriting. It's interesting to look at it now and try and figure out what was going through my head at the time. Well, that's not totally accurate. I believe it will be quite obvious what was going through my head at the time. That's all I'll say for now. Meet me after early 20's Jon's notebook scribblings:

Person 1: Where is everyone?

Person 2: Gone. Spring Break.

Person 1: So there's no one on campus?

Person 2: I wouldn't call the people that work here nobodies.

Person 1: That's not what I meant. I mean there aren't any students on campus.

Person 2: I'm a student and I'm on campus.

Person 1: Besides you.

Person 2: No. It's pretty much just me.

Person 1: So let me get this straight, there are no other students on campus, but you're here working the desk at the student center?

Person 2: That's correct.

Person 1: Why?

Person 2: That's a good question. One I'm not willing to ask myself because they might realize that I don't need to be here. And if I don't need to be here, they don't need to pay me. And I need to get paid, so I remain quiet about the whole thing and I'd appreciate it if you'd do the same.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand SCENE!!!

OK, mid 30's Jon here again. So, what was that all about? I know some people have conversations with themselves, but how many people write them down? Thank god I did though, because otherwise I wouldn't have a post today. See you tomorrow!