|
|
|
Heather... or maybe Ranay, or maybe even Allie please read this. I need help, so if you could respond to me maybe I can get the word out.
My name is AT3 (Petty Officer 3rd Class) Jonathan Placido aboard the USS John C. Stennis. It's been a few days now, but I'm doing well. I hope you're all doing well. Respond to me please by sending me your email address so i can email you from the ship. I love you all, and please help.
|
|
Wednesday, April 18th, 2007
|
|
|
|
just a bad day... yeah, it's bad enough that i wrote on livejournal... i almost never use this thing anymore... bad day, and if you're going to piss me off more, go ahead and try... i'm pissed off enough and your shit won't piss me off anymore than i already am. I'm goin to go take a shower, smoke another cigarette, and go play pool.
|
|
Wednesday, February 28th, 2007
|
|
|
There's just some people in this world crazy enough to think that certain aspects of their friend's lives merits them to not be their friend anymore. Just because I drink means I lose friends. (BTW gave up alcohol for lent -_-'). Just because I smoke means I have less friends. So... I guess this means I know who my true friends are. Thx fer stickin w/me guys. You are all awesome!
On a happier note, can't wait to come home. Mad party when i do come home. *HEART* for teh girlz. :P
Dammit... gotta go back to school. I hate school. Grr...
|
|
Saturday, January 27th, 2007
|
|
|
|
I am currently at MCAS Miramar. Well, no, i lied, i'm in Riverside at the moment, but that's where my next school is. Taking my AT3 test in march. I AM STOKED!!!! I don't care what you say, I'll take the test and I really don't care whether or not I make AT3. At least I get to take it bitches.
|
|
Tuesday, January 16th, 2007
|
|
|
I'm bored. Thought I'd write something, but nothing came to mind. It's kinda blank in my head right now. Does anybody even check this thing anymore? I'm sure nobody does. I guess I'll go back to writing music now. Here's the latest entry...
Find me out in the street
You’ll find I’m disappointed but my eyes won’t shed a tear
The rain still falls and the streets are all but empty
All the standing water means it cries for me
I won’t be the one to cry
Cuz all my sad emotions are thrown into the sky
A glass of water is all I need, but maybe just the glass
Because it’s raining fresh and I can drink
And the sadness is all but gone
The rain still pours so subtle on my head
I think I’m as good dead
It won’t stop… I guess this means I’m crying
Will you come here and hold me? I need someone to hug
I’m homesick and I’m starving…
My head is on a spin that won’t stop spinning
The ferris wheel keeps turning
And I can’t get off cuz it’s still raining
-On the Ferris wheel…-
|
|
|
|
It's been too long, but some people just won't go on myspace.com... lolz, hey guys. It's certainly been awhile. I hope you're all having fun. If you ever check this again, just know that I'm still alive. Send me ur phone number! I'm a sailor now. I'm officially Airman Jonathan Dela Rosa Placido. It's kinda hard to believe, but yeah. Sarah! Give me your phone number again! I never memorized it... oh and happy birthday! I know it passed. Today is July 14, 2006. And I just graduated from boot camp. You guys remember Keegan? He's with me. We both graduated in the same Division... DIV 216 CNO Gold Honor Division!
|
|
|
So Myspace.com took me by surprise... if you wanted to know what i have been up to, go to these sites...
www.myspace.com/sonic4eva
www.myspace.com/azeven
The second one is my artist myspace. I already uploaded 4 songs and they're all made by me. GO CHECK EM OUT!
|
|
Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006
|
|
|
Why does every hot girl around the area think that she's gangsta?
Why is it that every time I walk around town, I can see
Some other girl strippin' clear across the street? Suddenly
I wish that it was me in her room... watching her strippin'
What is it with girls these days wanting to have a good time
Gettin drunk is the least of their worries... maybe
They should start worrying about the guy dragging her upstairs
Her purse is downstairs, and that's where she keeps her condoms...
---------------------------------------------------
What is with the world today... and stereotypes
It feels just like... someone tried to pull my strings
Teens these days just want to get drunk and have sex
Well I'm not about to fall for that stereotype...
What is with the world today... and stereotypes
My mom and dad... had raised me right
But the clothes I wear, and the language I speak...
Suddenly, it's all become a stereotype...
---------------------------------------------------
It's a cool thing... to get laid and get high
And stand on a balcony waving to the sky
Not knowing that about fifty feet below
Is a rock hard surface and a ten foot pole
Sticking straight up into the air
But you're like "What the fuck? I don't really care!"
Because you're drunk, and you can't sink
What is with the world and what they think?!
This isn't happening this isn't real
But that's not the way society feels
All they think about is how much trouble
That they got in when they were kids
I fell in the mud
Jiminy Cricket, here comes the cops
Gas is nineteen cents
I stole a baseball from the hardware store
|
|
Friday, February 10th, 2006
|
|
|
I can't have you anymore
Sundown and I'm walking home
There is an apartment right across the street it's been
More than a couple of years
Since I've been staring at your bedroom window
Now I'm ready to learn
Who you are and what you're doing here and you
Moved here a year ago
So What's your name? Can I get your phone number
I wonder when
You'll realize that I'm alive and still single
Just right then
You're hazel brown eyes stared straight at mine
---------------------------------------------------------
And I know that there's no chance
I can't have you anymore
[and I'm] In front of your apartment
Trying my best not to cry over you
I know it seems so easy
Just to forget about a single crush but
This is different
Just Knowing I can't have you anymore
I can't have you anymore
-------------------------------------------------------------
Sat down at the window again
Had a conversation and it all went smooth
but I keep on wondering
If it's just too good to be true
So tell me what's your name again
This is my name and it's who I am I figure
It's not so simple to
Meet a girl as good as you
And then the fateful question
What's your age again?
"Sorry" she says
"But you have to know, I'm underage" and so she says
-----------------
It doesn't matter if I'm too old
It doesn't matter if you're too young
but the consequences of
The land's foreboding laws
Will kick my small brown ass
Only because I'm mature
Or so says the goddamn senators
|
|
Wednesday, January 18th, 2006
|
|
|
Tears streaming down her face
Destroying her make up and satin lace
Got friends who are trying to ruin her life
But that's all it takes... that's all it takes
Suddenly, a hand comes down... touching her cheek
It's an angel from heaven; otherwise, a humble gentleman
Trying not to cry so hard for him
Giving into tense submission
She takes his hand and he leads her
Into a quiet field of flowers
And conifers, and every time he looks into eyes
There she makes the impression of love without lies
Only for the perfect guy was
Meant the kiss of sweet incoherance
Only for the perfect life was
Meant the tender gesture of enmity
Only... Only... Only... Tears for the sadness in her eyes...
Meant to reach for her? the every so subtle
Movements towards her begin to fade away
Realizing that this may counteract
The joy of letting go, so he keeps her at bay
Lately meaning to come back to everlasting
Happiness and peace but the
One thing holding them back
Is the fucked up government
By the way, this song is literally called "I don't know what to call this"... and it's written by me.
|
|
Friday, January 13th, 2006
|
|
|
One Step at a time now
One foot in front of the other
A road, a brick building, a street lamp
This is a city
Pieces of a puzzle
A journey of a man
And life is but a truffle in god's hands
This is a person
we all must
take advantage of free will
take advantage of free will
take advantage of free will
Rollercoasters and jet planes
Speeds more faster than brains can comprehend
We aren't made for moving this fast
Just remember, one step!
|
|
Wednesday, January 11th, 2006
|
|
|
No more phone calls in the middle of the night
Never hearing your voice again
No more waking up to pancakes
And the smell of your perfume
No more goodbyes for the day
No more "yeah, I'll see you later"
Just a screen of light with typing on it
No more driving places that i've never been
Never seeing you floating
No more arguments about my music
And the drama that goes around
Say goodbye to my hugs
And farewell to my kisses
All that's left is a white gold ring on your hand
-----------------------------------------------------------
So remember me the way I used to be
How the sun was out the day that you met me
Your blue eyes next to my brown eyes
While we're holding each other so tenderly
And we drifted far apart so suddenly
And it always seemed like you weren't next to me
We're done now, and I'm so sorry
Because today is the day i set you free
-----------------------------------------------------------
No more running to come get you back
After a party or when you're sad
No more movies to watch when we're back
At home while your mom is gone
No more goodnight sweetheart
And no hopes for our future
As husband and wife and three children
We kissed, we made love
We were far above the sky
We shared, a feeling
But can you interpret a feeling so strong
|
|
Monday, January 9th, 2006
|
|
|
Sunday morning, rests easy... don't worry bout holding back
All the meals come with a sunday... even the midday snack
Chance alone to find a thing or two to do
Break a couple of windows on a car... steal a radio or two
Local show starts in an hour... dress well and come to the show
Sounds like mimicking metallica... lame band's called "We blow!"
Chance alone to find a thing or two to do
On a sunday night none of us have a clue so
Sit around... get drunk... plastered... play funk
Sit around... get drunk... baked up... play funk
This is what we do in B-Town...
|
|
Saturday, December 31st, 2005
|
|
|
|
And as the year closes, I suddenly begin to think. What did I accomplish? Again, I've accomplished nothing. Joining the military, I quit school, my job, and i lost my girlfriend. In the end, I gained nothing. I didn't feel like a man anymore. Hell, I don't know what I am. Some emo bitch who has absolutely nothing goin for him. Who wants me? I am saddened to think that anybody would care for me. My life shouldn't be a burden to anybody, yet it's still a bother to many. Completely, this year sucked. And I wish those a happy next year. The government needs to change, people need to change, and so does the human race. I'm getting tired of the emo shit that's been goin on, and I don't like the "let's drink" part of the new year, as it creates more problems than celebration. I hope that none of you ever experience my part of life, but maybe yours is worse. I don't care, but the one thing I'll change is myself. Who was I? I was a fun loving caring person who let nothing bring him down. And what did this year do? It brought me down. I'll have to learn not to let anything bring me down again. I've done it before, and I'll do it again. This was a great closeout for this year. Have fun everybody, and don't let anybody bring you down.
|
|
Saturday, December 24th, 2005
|
|
|
|
Hmm, i suddenly feel like I've been rejected by everything. How could this happen to me? I lost. In the game of life, I've lost. Time to start over. I need a refreshener. I was reminded of who I used to be. And ya kno what? I liked who I was.
|
|
Monday, November 14th, 2005
|
|
|
I got you a ninety-nine dollar ring for your birthday
Engraved in silver is your name and mine
I got you seventy roses freshly picked from a garden
They told me that they make your face shine
I got you a new car with your name etched in ivory
And all the chocolate that would separate the world
All this and more expresses feelings from my heart
To tell you that you're my number one girl
|
|
|
Reflections... that's what this is all about isn't it? Well, you cn sit down and shut up now. I'll show you reflections
Got a good reflection? Show it
People are mirrors cuz they know that they can tell it
Just like a mirror lets a girl tell herself she's pretty
Ya got a boyfriend in the end who sayin you're a beauty
The one less beauty in the world is music
All about the vain of sex and violence
Gotta stop the violence and the hatred
Only because our life hangs on the balance
Angry music? Listen to rap
Even more angry music is whatever Li'l Jon spat
But the rock of it all is music under chaos
And I don't like the cops out in the streets sayin get lost
Did the lord speak? Did god make words?
Did you ever find out if you slept with a guy or a girl?
Is that what music is comin to these days?
The business better change, or there's a price to pay
Shut up... Don't speak
Just listen... and it'll be all better
Walkin down the streets of down town west sound
Sounds like around the town people sleepin soundly and now
Boots heard loud and clear and suddenly in the air
Gunshots heard like the body fallin down the stairs
Couple bullets come right through into my windows
Still writing this song, but now the wind blows
Only goes to show that violence can kill ya know?
But people don't care, only if the money is there, they walk out the door
|
|
Sunday, November 13th, 2005
|
|
|
|
Please... somebody tell me who i am. I don't know anymore... Please, someone call me from my past. Tell me who I am.
|
|
Monday, October 3rd, 2005
|
|
|
Give me a reason to stop
I've got nothing to do here, I'm just unrestrained
Don't mind me I'm so inebriated
Find me something to break up
Die you fucking piece of shit
Die you fucking piece of shit
Die you fucking piece of shit
Don't you ever come near me with that attitude
Want me to shut up, shut me up
Don't try telling me to stop
I'm just goin to retaliate
Don't shut me up you fucking pice of shit
Die you fucking piece of shit
Die you fucking piece of shit
Die you fucking piece of shit
Don't you ever come near me with that attitude
Won't you please listen to what i have to say
It's not much
Won't you please listen to what i have to say
it's not alot of work to read
|
|
|
Give me a reason to stop
I've got nothing to do here, I'm just unrestrained
Don't mind me I'm so inebriated
Find me something to break up
Die you fucking piece of shit
Die you fucking piece of shit
Die you fucking piece of shit
Don't you ever come near me with that attitude
Want me to shut up, shut me up
Don't try telling me to stop
I'm just goin to retaliate
Don't shut me up you fucking pice of shit
Die you fucking piece of shit
Die you fucking piece of shit
Die you fucking piece of shit
Don't you ever come near me with that attitude
Won't you please listen to what i have to say
It's not much
Won't you please listen to what i have to say
it's not alot of work to read
|
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
sonic4eva's journal
confused.
crappy.