Salutations.
My name's Jonan,
I'm an 18 year old with the lungs and liver of a 70 year old.
If by any unfortunate(for you) chance,
you get to know me more intimately,
you will find that I:
am quite the cynical little shit
am rather lazy,that's what everyone tells me anyway.
prefer night so much more over the day that I've made a few owl friends.
experiment with the stupidest things possible and still think I am reasonably intelligent.
have an ectoplasmic look during classes.
change brands of cigarettes as much as a girl changes clothes.
am an asshole in my own right,if you know what's good for you,you won't get close.
have an email address;jonan_yip@hotmail.com.

Misery loves company which is why I'm never alone. Don't say I didn't warn ya.

Salutations.

Well,as some of you already might know,I am down with a runny nose,a very OMFG#$%^ dry cough,possibly the flu.Yes,Jonan,one of the most incredible beings and literary exponents with a nearly untouchable immune system is sick.Sorry.I had an urge to say that.Now before any of you go:"OMG!If Jonan,one of the most..etc. is down with something,we're all gonna die!" or "My dearestest friend(or honey/sugar/etc. if you're a girl and pretty.) is sickies!Let's make a nice get-well picnic basket for him complete with a get-well card.(which will prolly make me feel worse after looking at lousy artwork)",the reasons why I am sick was because I ate Pringles at night.

Like they say,you can't just eat one.(or in my case one tube)

So here I am tragically maimed and freezing my toes off at 1.30 am to write this post to all those who are concerned about me(and those wishing me a fatal end),that I am alive and well.

God forbids that I should drop dead after typing that because things have a knack to go nasty after you tempt fate.

No,really.I'm actually waiting for WWE.