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The Chick with a Hat Fetish
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Sunday 28, 2008 (07:50 PM)
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So. I'm not dead. I'm just using my Facebook and Deivantart more often.
Sorry all!
~Jess
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Monday 1, 2007 (05:34 PM)
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www.lost.eu/13560
^^ Join and help my score!
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| Guess Who Hasn't Updated Since the World Was New |
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Monday 25, 2006 (05:28 PM)
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Yeaaaah. I'm a terrible person. But, my gifts this year were not reflective of that fact.
I got a giant sudoku poster from my friend. MUAHAHAHAHA! I also got the new The Killers CD. I got a 3D puzzle of the Black Pearl and the DVD. Piratas! I got a kick-ass new stationary set and a wax stamp. I've decided to collect wax stamps. They are sex.
I get to go to my grandparent's tomorrow. Falalalala. So I'll get prezzies there.
What have y'all been up to?
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| Deck The Halls with Boughs of Folly Bwa Ha Ha Ha Ha, Ha Ha Ha Ha |
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Saturday 4, 2006 (08:35 PM)
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Today I got my period and went shooting. Not cause and effect. My bro, Dad, and I tried Five stand for the first time, and I really enjoyed it. Of course, the rabbit clays are nasty little buggers. I will eventually shoot them.
Last Wensday I went to Stratford-On-Avon, Canadia to see "Twelfth Night". They set it in India in the time of the Raj, it was beautiful. And I had a delicious panini for lunch. Unfortunatly, this means I missed the choir concert. I may never have to wear the ugly black Bel Canto dresses. They look like a second-hand Halloween store threw-up. Mr. Krepski has promised that we'll get new ones.
I need to start my Christmas list. All I want so far is a Bedazzler and a new iPod. I'd like a side-by-side shotgun (so that they'll let me in Cowboy shoot), but, as I told my mom, it isn't "mug the hobo for his side-by-side" important. I do already have an over-under. Maybe I'll ask for fencing padding. And a helmet. And a really spiffy glove. ^^ That does sound like an idea.
My paid account is expiring and I haven't used a single exciting feature. How sad.
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| 1 Is the Lonelyest Number that You'll Ever Do |
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Thursday 2, 2006 (08:46 PM)
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Feeling particularly emo at the moment, I just changed my myspace name to "My Voice Is Never Loud Enough". Feel the cliche burn your retinas.
I have been a horrible online-friend, and am terribly sorry about that. However, not a single day has gone by lately without a test or a huge project or somewhere to go or zombie-infiltration. It complicates things.
I've reciently discovered that a few of my friends are doing pot. They won't listen to me when I try to talk them out of it. It's depressing.
On the bright-side, as long as I find a sponser, fencing club is go. My school, being uncultured, doesn't have any such organization. It's depressing, really. I have this horrible feeling that something will go terribly wrong, or I won't be able to find a sponser, or I won't raise any money, but I'm going to be positive. I'll just worry about stupid things, like my fear of insanity and dying alone. Which is stupid. I know I won't die alone. I have much too much class for that.
/end emo
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| But for the work I've taken on... |
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Monday 25, 2006 (08:55 PM)
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So, we lost the homecomming game. At least we managed to score some points, unlike last year. We truely have a Charlie Brown football team. Or I'm just a terrible fair-weather fan. Probably both.
The dance was fab-onnastick. My dress was totally gypsy and from New Jersey, so no one else had it. (Although gyspy dye rubs off on white underwear. Eh.) I danced two slow dances with Brian, the vietnamese immagrant who sits behind me in Bio. He's short, but he's very nice, has a cute accent, and looked very alone. The fact that he had joined my group seemed to impress whoever came to get him. (Brother? They looked very alike.) I got Savannah (God-fearing sweetheart from Pennsylvania) to dance, which made me very proud of myself. She tends to quietly stand out on the sidelines and live vicariously through everyone else. Janet said she reminds her of herself before me. That chokes me up a bit.
Jan was wearing a green dress that was gorgeous, even if it dispersed green sparkles over everything like some sort of demented leprechan. And she drove to my house in a dress. She is my hero. Raven wore a black dress to the dance and looked simply ravishing. She should really wear feminine stuff more often. -hinthint- Mandi looked very pretty too. She is, after all, the lost princess of stick-figure-land. Savannah wore my red dress with a little black cover-up thinger over it. She looked ver ver cute. AJ was also in a lovely black number that showed off her amazing swimmers legs. Have I mentioned that my friends are all much more gorgeous than they give themselves credit for? Oh, and Bailey's date was ver ver well dressed in addition to taking her out for dinner at an expensive resturant. Sounds like a keeper.
Janet danced a couple dances with Robert. They're so cute together, but I don't think they're ready to go out yet. I predict, though, that when they do, they will eventually be the sort that marry after being high school sweethearts. I wonder if I can god-parent their chitlens. Robert might not go for that, being that he counts me among the criminally insane. Whatever. He's in a class called 20th Century Warfare. I didn't even know that was on the curiculum.
They played the Cha-cha slide, the chicken dance, Shout! (twice), and that song that goes 'What's cooler than being cool? Ice cold!' song. It was so humid that eventually the cafeteria (that played rap music) was so wet (EWW!) that everyone ended-up in the auxillary gym (reject room that plays everything else. All hail the reject room).
Dinner beforehand was at Max and Erma's. It was actually a little more subdued than dinner there for Comming Home last year. Maybe in large groups our weird balances out. Maybe we were worried about offending Savannah. Maybe we used all our weird ordering Oreo shakes and chocolate-chip cookies to go with our fancy dinners. The world may never know.
Today is my mom's birthday, so I baked her a very snazzy ginger-bread cake and she got an iPod video. And I have my Level I license. Look-out, Jess is (sorta)legal and ACCOMING FOR YA!
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| I <3 Pep Rallys. |
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Friday 22, 2006 (03:38 PM)
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School spirit is a drug. Crystal meth has NOTHING on NHS 'Pep Assemblies'.* Percussion is sex. Really, they are. And Backbeat and Treblemakers sang fabulously. But the best, the best? Musical chair and tug of war. Musical chairs just because of the crazy. Tug of war they had seniors vs. freshman and it became football players vs. ALL THE FRESHMAN. They were pouring out of the stands like the final scene in V for Vendetta. It was underclassman anarchy. Made. Of. Awesome. And my friends shouted, "Cristo!" or "Christ compels you!" at the cheerleaders at the same time that one of them lost balance and fell. My friends are so weird.
I didn't get any flowers, but someone left theirs in the stands and I took it. Hehe. Philomela's like, "You stole someone's flower?" causing me to respond with a hearty, "Of course, I stole it from an orphan." I am just that badass.
At lunch and upperclassman with the name Ryan on his school ring came to our lunch table and started crying. Eventually I went over and made small talk.
"Are you ok?"
"Do I look ok?"
"Weeeeell, no. Not really. Is this a not ok that you need to talk to someone about or is this a not ok that you need me to bugger off?"
He waved his hands inefectually for a moment and then said, "Thanks."
To which I responded, "No problem." And he choked out something about how no one died and he wasn't dumped. Figguring he had enough I left with my most inspiring parting words to date:
"And remeber, no matter what may happen, you have a very nice hat."
Then he started to laugh while crying.** I scooted back to my regular seat and Philomela sayed, "Did you mock his hat until he cried?!"
Hehe. I <3 Philomela.
Homecomming dance tomorrow. I shall groove my groovething like a groovemister from grooveland.
Oh, and I GOT A 95% ON MY SPANISH III TEST! ALL MY BIRCHES*** IN THE CLUB SAY WHAAAAAT!
* No, I have no idea why they call them that. Rally is apparently much too plebean.
** I tend to inspire that reaction in a lot of people. This may not be a good thing.
*** This may take some explaining. In choir we're singing a song of Canadia's pride (I know, I wasn't aware they had so much pride) with the inspiring lyrics, "Land of the silver birch, home of the beeeea-ver, where still the mighty moose wanders at wiiiiiill." And for the rest of the day I was a Canadian rapper running around calling for all my birches and hos. No, I don't know why they let me in an advanced choir either.
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| Lyke Woah |
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Friday 15, 2006 (04:33 PM)
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I have two months of paid account.
I think it might have been ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) frankthecomic, but I'm not sure...
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Wednesday 13, 2006 (05:28 PM)
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Today started with English. I need a biography/autobiography to read, 200 or more pages. Any suggestions?
Second hour is still much too full of slackers. They don't belong in an advanced choir. Their voices are fine, but they aren't serious about music. Grah.
My biology class has two IQ points. They pass them around at random. Marc never recieves any as he is a Bescha. Mr. Polanski said (to Marc), "I'm going to have to move you," to which I replied, "But then he'll be closer to me!"
There was then a general "Whuuuu?". Finally, one of the brighter ones said, "Oooh! You don't like him!" to which I responded, "Well, praises be to the lord!" to which there was a general "Whuuuuuu?".
And the freshman I had to work with for labs? I shall give you five good reasons why she should stop existing so close to me:
1) She uses the phrase, 'That's hot'.
2) She chews gum more loudly than my grandma.
3) She uses gay as an offencive term.
4) She has grown tired of her pink razor and needs a new, more exciting phone.
5) She's generally annoying.
Lunch was fun. I discovered man-language. As Josh and Robert talked they tended to mirror eachother's gestures. When one crossed his arms, so did the other, when one did that 'hand on my chin' thing, so did the other. I told Jan, Mandi, and OhComeOnIKnowHerName, so we spent the lunch hour giggling at them. It confused them. Hehe. I also came to the conclusion that Josh is constantly campaining.
Devon loaned me Chicago in Algebra. YAY! ^^
Went to Drama club, it hasn't changed.
I had music lessons with my new teacher, Marci. Nota must enunciate.
That is all.
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Saturday 9, 2006 (08:52 PM)
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I'm over-tired. I'm cranky. I'm stressed. I'm fifteen. I have a damned right to be unresonable. I'm allowed to cry because my father isn't excited that the church choir is playing Carnegie Hall and wants me in it. I'm allowed to wonder what would happen if I had a one night only performace that conflicted with tickets to a big game. I'm allowed to hate myself for having such bitchy thoughts. I feel like such a failure when I curse. I started to blend in a little more. Now I can't stop. Now I cuss too much. Damn asswhole hypocrite.
I want a Prince Charming or at least an interesting frog. But I have friends who are very supportive of me. I wonder if I'm supportive enough of them. I have family that loves me unconditionally. Family that I should learn to appriciate while they're still around. I still feel lonely.
I lost a lot of stock in the world when I stopped being cute. When my neck became too long and I got curves. The curves don't seem to matter. I flirted with the eighteen-year old operator of the go karts. He liked my crazy pants. I had a great night. I still don't feel cute.
I'm not going to post this where anyone I know can see. Only my online friends. The people who clicked the friend button because they wanted silly stories about high school and some general ranting. None of you signed up for this. But I'm going to post it anyway. I'm not even going to use an lj cut.
I hope I feel better in the morning. Because crying's only refresing for the first minute. I'm such a freak. Salt water shouldn't be refreshing outside of the ocean.
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| So, B Days... |
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Wednesday 6, 2006 (10:16 PM)
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B Days are looking up. Sadly, I have no classes with Raven or Mandi. -emo tear- I shall be strong.
First hour is Geometry. It's project-laden math! Wordy math! HAHA! Jenna's in this class but she sits waaaaaaaaaay at the other end of the room. Dimmity damn damn.
Second hour. Seminar, sheminar, smeminar.
Third hour is Spanish III. The teacher is ver ver nice. However, I will eventually have to read a novel INTIERLY IN SPANISH. Oh lordy. Nota must study.
Fourth hour is Econ. It seems interenting and the teacher has a silly butch hair-cut.
Somehow, all the teachers all ready know my name. I guess I'm memorable.
-yawn- off to bed
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| So, First Day... |
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Tuesday 5, 2006 (08:39 PM)
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First day wasn't bad. I have an awesome teacher for Honors English and Philomela in that class. Should be fun.
Second hour is ok. I hope he forces the annoying ones out. Bel Canto isn't for the talkers. -glares at them-
I know five people in lunch. NO ONE HAS A LUNCH A DAYS!!!!! Arg.
The biology teacher is fun. The students however, are idiots. My class seems to be comprised mostly of the silliest fools this side of the Atlantic. My teacher said something about, "This class can either be a democracy or a dictatorship," to which I responded, "How about anarchy?"
Zack, being Zack, cried, "WHOOO ANARCHY!" From the rest of the class, however, there was a collective, "Whuuuu?"
-_-; THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT ANARCHY IS! The only ones in the class I can stand are Robert, a.k.a. military man (he's not exactally a bucket of laughs), Zack, who wants to actually work at his grades this year (good for him! And his punk take on serious student wear is fun), and a Freshie named Brian. He's cute in a 'I will name him Squishy' kind of a way.
My Algebra II teacher has a lullaby voice, but Bailey, who sits next to me (SCORE!), will keep me awake.
Hopefully B Days turn out as nice. And may many many friends and aquantances have C lunch. -grumbles-
EDIT: Here's some folder/notebook cover things I made from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fandom_puffs pictures.
( There's a lot o' em! )
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Saturday 26, 2006 (11:28 AM)
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I just freaked myself out by watching something to the tune of two hours of "America's Most Haunted" on the Travel channel.
There is no one else home, they are all at my brother's cardiac appointment (apperently it wasn't until THIS Saturday.)
I figure I'm fine until my dog wakes up and starts acting oddly (for her, anyway). Animals are always the first to feel the paranormal.
That and the fact that I live in a new house build on farm land, haven't killed anyone, and haven't summoned any spirits. (Outside of saying 'Beetlejuice' three times in a row. He doesn't kill anyone, though, right?)
Still. AAAAAAAAAACK!
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Wednesday 23, 2006 (07:10 PM)
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Well, I have my schedual. (Minor falderal, I had two math classes on the same day. Luckily I could move one and in the process get a Spanish 3 teacher that wasn't rumored to be EVIL.)
A DAYS
1) Honors English 10
2) Bel Canto
3) BSCS Bio 1
4) Algebra 2
B DAYS
1) Geometry
2) Seminar
3) Spanish 3
4) Economics
It seems I have pretty good teachers. But JUUUUUUST to be sure, I'm going to check that rating website.
EDIT: SCOOOOOOOOORE! I've got all recommended teachers with only a few borings! -pumps fist wildly in the air-
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| There will come a day when I will ask you to do me a favor, but, until then, enjoy these nachos. |
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Sunday 20, 2006 (10:29 PM)
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Nota, in addition to being a royal in seclusion and the world's most lovable hack, is a cooking GENIUS. She has created nachoetts(TM).
You may ask, "But what are these novel marvels of science and food?" Patience, my children, you shall learn.
First one should have a bag of Tostidos 'Scoops'. Pick out some good ones (as in not broken) and place them, cavity side up upon a microwaveable plate. Those chips unworthy to become nachoetts(TM) should be eaten, fed to the dog, or stuffed back into the bag when no one's looking.
After this is accomplished looks for cheese. I prefer to work with shredded or cubed cheese as it lends itself better to my genius. If you are working with cubed cheese, cut a normal sized block into fourths. More cutting for irregular cheese. Put the fourth of a bock into each scoop. If working with sprinkle cheese, put a pinch into each scoop. (This can be added to if you want big blobby only kinda melty cheese or subtracted from if you want sizzling pockmarked cheese.)
Put a paper towel over the plate and shove 'er into the microwave for 30 seconds. Wala.
Now tell me I am not a loon marvel among men.
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| Leave My Tragedy Alone |
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Wednesday 16, 2006 (04:33 PM)
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America does not need a big-budget movie. It does not need a commemorative coin that has a little silver World Trade Center that pops-up. America needs time to grieve, and a little respect for the dead. The media has reduced tragedy to a the story in the middle of the news hour. They have hyped the 'ingredient in cereal that could kill you' type stories so much that a fourth-grade me did not realized the gravity of the situation.
A fourth-grader could go up to tell her mother that 'they said a plane crashed into the second tower' with only the vague idea that something was wrong. Not because of the blaring headlines. Because the TV was always turned off before the forth-grade me got up in the morning.
When the forth-grade me got home that day they were playing the planes crashing into the towers and the subsequent collapse in slow motion. Tiny doomed figures jumped from windows in a sickening infinite loop. My mother turned off the TV in disgust. The fourth-grade me knew enough to be disgusted.
Homage was payed to the men, women, and children who died. America reeled in its grief. But all too soon 9/11 became a marketing strategy. The President used it to push his agenda. Manufacturers used it to push their products. The remembrance of the wall of the missing, of the stricken faces, were forgotten in favor of the more scintillating pictures replayed by the media.
9/11 was a tragedy. It is now a travesty.
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Saturday 12, 2006 (11:46 AM)
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Marak and the Goblet of Fizzle
What have I learned in Driver Training?
1) How to parallel park
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2) I suck at drawing goblets.
In other news, the doctor heard a heart murmer on my little brother during his physical the other day. (They also gave him a hernia check, which wounded his pride.) I'm a little worried about him. But, he seems ok, and he is going to go to a cartiologist today, so things could get better.
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