a blogger is i

hello world, i'd like you to meet....

2009-06-04T07:12:00.000-07:00

.... jarrod liam, born at 5:54 this morning.

apology

2009-02-04T07:29:00.001-08:00

when you've got no time to save anyone but yourself, you better believe you're worth it, and you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. we've managed to muddle through the awkward stages of "i like you" and "do you like me?" and when we both said yes life became a multiple choice test; not knowing anything, we became each others best guess. and holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. i don't have to study you to be sure you were the choice i made before i knew what the other choices were.

and like the best idea i'll ever have, i want you to occur to me daily. and i'm sorry, but i want to kiss you every time you have something incredible to say. but you're beautiful, beautiful in a "you" kind of way. you're like the long lost vinyl of louis armstrong, and i want to play you and play you until it skips. i want to tell you a secret and i want you to listen with your lips. i want my hands on your hips like they are on their final resting place, and put that funeral onto paper so you can trace their lifetime back to the fact that i'm more inclined to find a space in your heart to haunt for as long as you want me to. i'll rattle chains up and down the halls of you.

and this isn't the greatest romance of the world has ever seen. lets face it, we've been making out to songs about break up and heartache. but i've come to realise that romance should be less like a flower, and more like an earthquake. and i'm not saying i want to shake cities to the ground. i'm not saying i want the rubble that remains to become a lost and found where we find the kind of tolerance it takes to rebuild in the face of tragedy. because i'm tired of living in a world that says people only come together when faced with catastrophe. i want you to want me to be the me you see when i'm free to be the me that got me next to you.

and as for romance? well, i want that too. i want to fall asleep next to you 100 times a night, so i can know you 100 times better before we hit the daylight. and despite all of this, i also want amnesia, so i can relive each kiss with a perfect newness that leaves me smashed in the arms of rapture. i want the sky to fracture under the impossible weight of an apology, because i'm sorry. i'm sorry that i want so much. i'm sorry that i'm using "i'm sorry" as a crutch to lean on for so long. but if you sing me that song of sweet logic again, then i promise to make the effort to stand on my own. there is a reason that our hearts are more like a muscle, and less like a bone. i've known so many people who have grown up flexing in front of mirrors and falling for their own reflection, as if that's adequate. but that's bullshit. because we only get now until the time we go, and if they've only got time to love themselves then nobody is going to be around to hear the sound of their heartbeat echo.

so don't expect an apology when i tell you i'm only held together by a heart that pumps blue, it's the strongest muscle in my body and i'm flexing it for you.

picture perfect

2009-01-27T07:40:00.000-08:00

since i have disappeared....

i celebrated christmas.

and seriously fell in love with that cat.

since boo had the puppies, she has been self conscious about her figure.
so we put her in the santa suit and told her it was very flattering.

(clover would not sit still for a picture in her reindeer antlers.)
(... she also did not keep them on very long.)

i went on holiday.

where we spent time in the water.
and yes, i actually swam. a little.

we also spent downtime in our amazing room.

... took ridiculous pictures in cinemas...

... and drank fruity tropical drinks.

and now, i am in new york.

(i have not taken any self portraits in days so you get a picture of alfie)

that is my month in pictures.
now you get my blog.

i have not shaved in well over a week. i look pretty homeless, not going to lie. clearly, i have taken a page out of august's book on beard growing, but i don't think i rock the look that well. i will leave the hobo beards to him. at least it keeps my face warm while we are in new york city. which, by the way, in case you didn't know, is officially the coldest place in the universe. do not try and prove me wrong. i will refuse to believe otherwise. i have frozen limbs and money in my pocket that both say i need to go shopping for a new coat. but despite the icicles forming on me even as i type this, i could not be happier to see snow.

i have been camped out with the boy on august's couch while they are writing. i haven't stopped writing either, but i can't tell you what will and what won't be on the finished project when stopslowgo makes its eventful comeback. or even when that will be. this year will be a busy one and i unfortunately have not reserved a spot on my agenda for studio time. but i'm not quitting now. i have songs in my head and they're pouring out when i get the chance to write them down. i'm taking my time for this record. i'm going to be serious this time around.

... yeah. i know. serious and i don't really fit together.

still on topics of serious subject matter. for those of you who so closely follow the trials and tribulations of my baby mama drama with the demon otherwise known as my ex girlfriend, you will be excited to learn i've heard from succubus herself that the baby is due hopefully in early june, and that it's a boy. the buying of tiny clothes has now commenced. baby gap had no idea what hit it.

a name has not been decided for certain. we are making lists.

julian's ever-changing list (as of right now)
liam
michael
ian
jarrod
travis

it will grow more. and possibly be changed around. i am almost certain i want a liam michael. but we'll see what name feels right when he gets here. 135 more days. and 80 more days until our girl gets here. the thought of growing up used to scare the hell out of me. now, not so much. our family is growing with us. i couldn't ask for more than that.

valentines surprises and secret trips coming up. your guess is as good as mine. i'll keep you updated.

xo julian

youth fades and glory days deceive

2008-11-14T14:02:00.000-08:00

i think i'm bono now.

i'm writing again. from hotel rooms to backstage rooms, i've been scrawling words on paper as they come to me. some will see the light of day but some won't... or some will be used by others. be sure to check out young lovers by spencer jordan, written by yours truly- coming shortly.

those interested in the cause, don't forget to protest tomorrow. http://jointheimpact.com/ alfie and i will be joining the masses in miami, but please check out the site and see if there is a protest near you. it's not only a matter of marriage (though that is precious to us as well), it's a matter of equality, and i will fight to the death for that.

much to come. stay tuned. i have not revealed all the tricks up my sleeve just yet.

find the peace in you,
julefrog

best halloween ever

2008-11-01T04:05:00.000-07:00

things i miss:
the fambily (jonssons, laines & griffins)
my obnoxious red bedding with the asian designs
vegemite. (note to self: bring a jar next time you come to america)
every australian sweet ever. especially caramello koalas and fruit tingles.
warmth
my boyfriend's bed
my boyfriend's house

thing i don't have to miss anymore:
my boyfriend.

never been so happy to see someone in my life. i am complete again.

i hate flying

2008-10-25T19:19:00.001-07:00

i spend more of my time travelling on planes than i do with both feet planted firmly on the ground. i carry out my days with some mental countdown up until the next time i am back at an airport and, inevitably, back up in the sky again. i always come out of it restless and irritable, because i am an impatient person and five hours, twelve hours, twenty plus hours are too long for me to sit still with only the occasional refuge of a bathroom break or a layover giving me the chance to move around. and even with the latter i just wind up at another airport to get onto another plane and repeat all the processes over again.

i left adelaide on the morning of the 25th, and am now in las vegas on the afternoon of the 25th, even though i flew for roughly a full day. i have taken almost identical plane trips from home to the states, but i never cease to be mindfucked by the timewarp that you travel through when you fly all the way across the world. i feel like it should be early morning right now, but i haven't slept yet and i've been drinking coffee and this x-brand generic mountain dew i found in a store, which tastes like it has about ten more cups of sugar than regular dew and has been making me fucking nauseous. twenty three hours in flight with no sleep and i am ready to find an excuse to kick people's asses. my sister kheri isn't in any better shape, but she's more hungover than anything and probably hates me right now for the drinks i continuously ordered for her over the course of the flight. i hope she got her fill, because now that we are in america, neither of us are old enough to buy liquor. but there's a fifty-fifty chance we'll still somehow be drunk by the end of the evening.

i neglected my blogspot since i created it almost two months ago, which is weird because as a rule i am good at keeping things updated. i will probably be in here more to chronicle my journeys around america, since i didn't do that when i was here with soundwave. i kind of feel on my own right now, it's just me and kheri and she will be returning home in a week or so. this is my first real time in the states without the band or a friend to keep me in line. i don't even have hot rod. i feel like, even though i have been doing the band thing for god knows how long, this is the first time i've ever really been away from home. soundwave is my home, i've always felt comfortable no matter where i was as long as i was with alfie and cody. now i am seeing places by myself. i'm not so sure how i feel about that yet. i will keep you updated.

the ARIAs feel so long ago already. i still can't wrap my mind around the fact that we won three of them, including the biggest one of the night-- how fucking crazy is that? i had even been up for two under stopslowgo, i didn't win but even just being nominated is such a huge deal. i don't think i ever really thanked anyone properly for that. i probably seem like a huge inconsiderate asshole... because i am sometimes. but i really do love our fans and the people who helped make that possible.

onto another topic before i begin singing wind beneath my wings-- my little sister is eighteen today. that's so crazy to me. since i was a kid she was always the younger one who i got to taunt because i was able to do stuff before she could. i could tell her off like "you can't do this, kheri, you're too young". but she is an adult now. i can't wrap my mind around the fact that she is all grown up. maybe if we ever do end up in america, i will have my cockiness back for awhile longer once i am twenty-one and she won't be able to drink. i could rub that into her face for a year or so. but eighteen is such a big birthday and i think i have successfully spoiled her rotten. hangover aside, she seems happy. we haven't been together much since she moved to melbourne to do her actress thing, and this week together is important for us both.

my first show is soon. i feel like i have a thousand butterflies in my stomach right now. but i think i'm going to do okay. and even if i suck, i always have that uncanny ability to salvage a situation even when i do something totally idiotic. let us hope my luck holds through this time.

i miss everyone at home so much. i'll see you all soon. i've left my heart there but it is being safely guarded.

i will be posting more. maybe give some clues about shit i will be doing with stopslowgo in the future. maybe the clues will make sense, maybe they won't. but they might. twenty-four days ago marks the date my life finally started making sense. only the person who has been keeping count will understand that.

until next time,
julefrog

a spammer i am not!

2008-09-07T00:40:00.000-07:00

my first post in here, and it is a claim defending my honour. i just received an email notification on my hiptop saying some shit about my blogspot, which i only just created the other night, and to my complete and total puzzlement, they apparently think i am a spammer. so i go to my laptop and log into my gmail, which is where my blogspot emails are sent to (i then filter them to the email on my phone), and i further inspected the message:

Hello,

Your blog at: http://julefrog.blogspot.com/ has been identified as a potential spam blog. To correct this, please request a review by filling out the form at http://www.blogger.com/unlock-blog.g?lockedBlogID=6040533502115948720

Your blog will be deleted within 20 days if it isn't reviewed, and you'll be unable to publish posts during this time. After we receive your request, we'll review your blog and unlock it within two business days. If this blog doesn't belong to you, you don't have to do anything, and any other blogs you may have won't be affected.

We find spam by using an automated classifier. Automatic spam detection is inherently fuzzy, and occasionally a blog like yours is flagged incorrectly. We sincerely apologize for this error. By using this kind of system, however, we can dedicate more storage, bandwidth, and engineering resources to bloggers like you instead of to spammers. For more information, please see Blogger Help: http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=42577

Thank you for your understanding and for your help with our spam-fighting efforts.

Sincerely,

The Blogger Team

i assure you, seeing as how i am new to this world of blogspot and am simply here to write about my band during our trials and tribulations on tour, i am not a spammer, i have no intentions of spamming, trolling, or committing any other dishonourable actions. unless swearing is against the rules. fuck.

so please, blogspot.com person who is reviewing this page and hopefully reading this, do not delete my blog. that would suck.

yours truly,
julian jonsson