the minor fall the major lift

Wed, 19 Mar 2008 10:34:39 GMT

Just a reminder:

I am not found at livejournal.com/users/noscotchtape

there's no scotch tape

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 17:23:35 GMT

The time has come, Dear LJ friends, for me to start LJ #3.
As this is my good bye/ hello entry, I will paste it into both.

You may be wondering why I am starting yet another live journal. Well, to be honest, I just feel like I am an entirely different person that I was when this journal started. I am in a very different part of my life. So just like I changed livejournals when my life transitioned a few years ago, I am doing so now. The new one is: noscotchtape. Add it. Love me.

I will miss my gavemeapen LJ. It has some good memories for me. But to be honest, it also has a looot of bad ones. And I am ready for a fresh journal-y start. I am ready for new things. I am ready to let myself be content and happy. I am making new friends. I am learning who I am and who I want to become. I am growing up. So jump on the bandwagon and be my LJ #3 friend. Please?

you've got a fine laugh

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 05:46:26 GMT

It feels only fair for me to come back here and tell you some of the things that have been going on in my life.

1. I started work at Walgreens on Prospect. I am really liking it. I mean, I HATE that it's mostly weekend hours. I am tired of missing shows. But the actual work... That I like.

2. Speaking of which... I am greatly considering switching to part-time school and full-time work. I will get out of school about the same time, either way. And I have no ambition. I want to move out. I am tired of being dependent on my mother's car. Etc.

3. On to rather happy things... I have a boyfriend. Truth! His name is Randle. And for that matter... I don't think I have anyone on here who would know him. But whatever. He is a nice guy. A very nice guy. We watch movies and eat peanutbutter (and sometimes jelly) sandwiches. He makes me ridiculously girly and cheesy. We actually make time to see each other. I get along with his friends. And most importantly, he lets me laugh at him and tease him. It's pretty awesome.

come on life

Tue, 08 Jan 2008 11:15:36 GMT

Hello again. I am trying very hard to keep myself positive, and I think I am getting better at it. I've been listening to lots of music, had a couple crazy nights, and talked to lots of people in the wee hours of the morning while the rest of the world sleeps. School will start soon. My schedule is intense, but I really want to prove myself this semester. I am still in search of a job. I want to get one that is preferably going to give me hours. If any of you know anything, PLEASE send me that way. I am getting very nervous about this.

Beyond this, I am trying to get better about realizing that I can not put life on hold. I spent too much of a last year, standing still, because I did not know what I was working towards. I am still not really sure of anything... but I am sure that I can't let life pass me by while I try to find out.

Today I got caught in the storm and blew a tire. I was pretty terrified, because I was pretty much driving blind at one point (I had no choice, I was blind just trying to get off the road.) And then I had to wait an hour for help. But other than a phone call with my mother, I actually took it pretty well. I mean, well, no I didn't. I was a wreck. But I mean I did not get all depressed about it, and I think that is a good sign.

don't go too fast, but I go pretty far

Sat, 05 Jan 2008 16:30:44 GMT

Dear Friends,
If you have not yet, you should create accounts on:
last.fm
goodreads.com
Then you should add me as a friend.
Also, you should probably add Ryon.
Just sayin'.
Love, Jes

P.S. Where are all the good saturday morning cartoons?

------------------------

Schedule next semester includes:
Math 110 (again. finally.)
English 111 (finally.)
Poli-Sci 115?
And Modern Western Civ and World Civ II.

Lots of studying to commence soon!

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 06:13:08 GMT

2007 is officially over.
I have not been this happy about a new years since I was about six.

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 04:43:00 GMT

Reading List For 2007
Rules: May not count books read for school purposes.
* Indicates this book has been previously read.

1. Cathy's Book- .Sean Stewart and Jordan Weisman
2. The Bell Jar- Sylvia Plath
3. Howl- Allen Ginsburg
4. Green Suede Shoes- Larry Kirwan
5. In The Company Of Crazies- Nora Raleigh Baskin
6. Salad Days- Charles Romalotti
7. The Adding Machine- Elmer Rice
8. Dream Girl- Elmer Rice
9. Dreams From My Father- Barack Obama
10. The Devil Wears Prada- Lauren Weisberger
11. The Audacity Of Hope- Barack Obama
12. Darcy's Story- Janet Aylmer
13. Here Lies The Librarian- Richard Peck
14. The Woolgatherer- William Mastrosimone
15. The Lark- Jean Anouilh
16. Valhalla- Paul Rudnick
17. The Looking Glass Wars- Frank Beddor
18. Lovers- Brian Friel
19. A Clockwork Orange- Anthony Burgess
20. The Undomestic Goddess- Sophie Kinsella
21. Peter Pan In Scarlet- Geraldine McCaughren
22. Because Of Winn-Dixie- Kate DiCamillo
23. I Am The Messenger- Markus Zusak
24. The Holy Barbarians- Lawrence Lipton
25. A Room On Lorelei Street- Mary E. Pearson
26. Choke- Chuck Palahniuk
27. How To Get Suspended And Influence People- Adam Selzer
28. The Misadventures Of Maude March- Audrey Couloumbis
29. Pirates!- Celia Rees
30. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest- Ken Kesey
31. Naked Lunch- William S. Burroughs
32. Howl's Moving Castle- Dianne Wynne Jones
33. American Gods- Neil Gaiman
34. Un Lun Dun- China Mieville
35. The Small Rain- Madeleine L'Engle
36. Dead Souls- Nikolai Gogol
37. A Midsummer's Night's Dream- William Shakespeare
38. Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy- Douglas Adams
39. Anasi Boys- Neil Gaiman
40. Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone*- J.K. Rowling
41. Shooter- Walter Dean Myers
42. The Gloves: A Boxing Chronicle- Robert Anasi
43. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets*- J.K. Rowling
44. Slaughterhouse- Five- Kurt Vonnegut
45. The Classics Reclassified- Richard Armour
46. Invisible Life- E. Lynn Harris
47. Harry Potter And The Prisoner of Azkaban*- J.K. Rowling
48. Knitting Under The Influence- Claire LaZebnik
49. The Book Thief- Markus Zusak
50. Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire*- J.K. Rowling
51. Equus- Peter Shaffer
52. The Eyre Affair- Jasper Fforde
53. Lemonade Mouth- Mark Peter Hughes
54. Charlie Bone And The Beast- Jenny Nimmo
55. Nine Stories- J.D. Salinger
56. Notes From The Midnight Driver- Jordan Sonnenblick
57. The Time Traveler's Wife- Audrey Niffenegger
58. Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix*- J.K. Rowling
59. Another Antigone- A..R. .Gurney, Jr.
60. Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince*- J.K. Rowling
61. Lost In A Good Book- Jasper Fforde
62. Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows- J.K. Rowling
63. Neverwhere- Neil Gaiman
64. The Well Of Lost Plots- Jasper Fforde
65. Nights With Armour- Richard Armour
66. Something Rotten- Jasper Fforde
67. Queen's Confession- Victoria Holt
68. Twelfth Night- William Shakespeare
69. The Taming Of The Shrew- William Shakespeare
70. The Merry Wives Of Windsor- William Shakespeare
71. The Maltese Falcon- Dashiell Hammett
72. Lucas- Kevin Brooks
73. Abba's Child- Brennan Manning
74. Kite Runner- Khaled Hosseini
75. Down The Rabbit Hole- Peter Abrahams
76. A Thousand Splendid Suns- Khaled Hosseini
77. Ordinary Ghosts- Eireann Corrigan
78. The Holy Man- Susan Trott
79. Fighting Ruben Wolfe- Markus Zusak
80. The Importance Of Being Earnest- Oscar Wilde
81. Candide- Voltaire
82. Five People You Meet In Heaven- Mitch Albom
83. The Mysterious Benedict Society- Trenton Lee Stewart
84. The Snow Spider- Jenny Nimmo
85. Man Without A Country- Kurt Vonnegut
86. Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows*- J.K. Rowling (Yes, I read it twice. Sue me. Still counts.)
87. A Beautiful Mind- Sylvia Nasar
88. American Hardcore- Steven Blush
89. Seeing Redd- Frank Beddor
90. The Dante Club- Matthew Pearl
91. Orpehus Emerged- Jack Kerouac
92. Eclipse- Stephanie Meyer
93. Door Wide Open- Jack Kerouac and Joyce Johnson
94. Pride And Prejudice*- Jane Austen
95. Invisible Monsters- Chuck Palahuniuk
96. Lucky Luciano: The Man Who Organized Crime In America- Hickman Powell
97. The Catcher In The Rye*- J.D. Salinger
98. A Farewell To Arms- Ernest Hemingway
99. A Christmas Carol*- Charles Dickens
100. Madame Bovary- Gustave Flaubert

are you happy now with all the choices you've made?

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 06:15:18 GMT

For those of you who don't want to read all of this, let me just say this:
I am happy.

I do believe it is time for a more light-hearted livejournal, and I am pretty sure I am in the mood for one. (Which is kinda funny, because I have the stomache flu... and I am actually feeling more content and happy with things than I have in a long time. Seriously. There is some joy going on here kids.)

Anyways, let's talk about the past few days.
Friday- Christmas with sister and brother, their respectives, and mother and grandma. I had some delicious cheese lasagna, because my sister wanted to make sure I had something to eat.
Satuday- Christmas with mother's side of the family. My cousins are some of the best guys ever, and hanging out with them cheered me up greatly.
Sunday- Got a call from Dylan (one of the cousins) to go hang out. About 20 minutes after we get some food with him and his buddies, I get a call from big brother saying Christmas with Dad is that night. Agreed to go. Kinda annoyed with that whole situation, but whatever. Realized my family couldn't possibly know me less. And told Dad that I wasn't switching colleges next semester, leading to statements of "You better stay in school!" until I left. BUT He did give me the money to get to Oklahoma in April for Paul and Nina's wedding!
Monday- I think I mostly read during the day. Then hung out with Davin for a bit. Finally found food at IHOP. Watched part of a movie til I got a text and had to leave. Went to Fitz's for some late night t.v. and apples to apples with him and other awesome people.
Tuesday- Was Christmas, and therefor insane. Woke up super early, because some of us have crazy mother's. Had christmas with mother and grandma. Went to my aunt and uncle's and hung out with Dylan and Brock a bit. Next was Grandma Cunningham's. Talked to a couple cousins briefly, but it was only a short stop. Then off to my sister's, for her and my brother's family christmas (which they have always been nice enough to include me in.) Laughed when a couple of them discovered my tattoo, who I guess hadn't known it before. Enjoyed getting to see my brother and sister on christmas. Left to meet Amanda to get her key, since I am watching the cat for her and Nick. Saw Sweeney Todd with Ry. And then... quite possibly the best ending to any christmas ever... I went to Pizza Works. Saw Josh, Danny, and Tim. It was really good to catch up with all of them. I got to laugh at drunk guys with Josh, and horse around with Tim, and hug Danny way too much while he's working. Then Danny and I attempted to find food, and finally settled on a ghetto picnic in his car sitting in the parking lot until 4:30 in the morning. Between Josh and Danny, I realized how much I miss theatre. And Danny made me realize that I am not ready to give up on it yet.

So I am ready now. I will get back to living. I can get another job. (But, um, please pray that it happens very quickly.) I will finish ICC and get my associates degree. And next year, maybe after the fall term, I will transfer schools and give myself another chance at theatre. Because when it comes down to it, I have enought what-ifs in my life. I don't want this to be one of them.

Tue, 25 Dec 2007 00:07:05 GMT

Can someone please tell me how to make a cut in my lj entry? Because very soon I will be posting my 2007 reading list. But I don't want it to be a regular entry, I want to make a cut to it. Oh, you know what I mean... Help? Please?

forget what happened yesterday

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 11:18:54 GMT

Well, where do I start?

I never sleep anymore. The past year was filled with mistakes. The past month was from hell (with the exception of a much needed adventure.) I barely survived school, thanks to an excellent history teacher. I really have no desire to ever speak to my father again. And to cap off my lovely year... I lost my job this week. My job. Do you even know how much I loved that job? I miss it already.

I wish I hadn't broken down over the shit that was happening.
I wish I hadn't checked out of life for so long.
Because then I could still have my job.

I need to find another job. Immediately. Why did I let myself screw up so bad?

I must end on a positive note. Mostly because noone likes sad livejournal entries. *thinks* Oh yes. I bonded with my cousins today.

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 08:13:01 GMT

All I want is for this nightmare of a year to be over.

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 07:05:06 GMT

I just lost the game.

stuck in public school classrooms

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 06:46:45 GMT

School sucks.
Obviously.
I don't even know if I can do this anymore.

The more I think about it, the more I want Plan B.
Like... really, really want it.
And I am praying about doing it.
It is not "the plan".
But does that matter any more?

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 04:31:48 GMT

I can not even begin to tell you how close I have come lately to jumping on a greyhound to Oklahoma, and asking Nina if I could stay with her room with The Ruckus if I got a job and paid rent. Because I am pretty sure I could get a job.

And I just don't care about anything going on in my life.

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 07:41:40 GMT

I don't have much to say.

- My car sucks, so I have missed a loooot of work. Now I have even less money for Christmas. Awesome.

- I found a guy that Alyson and my father would approve of... I am just not sure about everyone else. Hahaha. Or that I will let anything happen with it.

- My hair has been bleached again. So it is a touch lighter.

- I wish I could do the best thing for myself, with out hurting others.

- I am le tired.

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 02:13:15 GMT

Positively 4th Street
- Bob Dylan

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you

Mon, 29 Oct 2007 05:13:27 GMT

I am really, really happy.
Dad said I can keep the old lap top that he gave me for Christmas.
And give him and Dae the shiny, new one they gave me for my birthday.

I know that makes me weird.
But as pretty as it is, it has just been very impractical.

I am in an exceptionally good mood.

This weekend was amazing.

And I am learning to get along so much better with my father.

Sun, 28 Oct 2007 22:43:52 GMT

The more I use my new laptop...
The more I don't want to give Dad my old one...
I HATE WINDOWS VISTA.

i'm not the things you said i'd be

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 04:58:52 GMT

It 's kind of funny... the older I get... the less I see myself ever having kids.

To begin, there are so many things I want to do while I am "young."
I want to travel.
I want to live with someone who loves me in a rediculously small house and survive on peanut butter sandwiches.
I want to study.
I want to dedicate myself to literature, theatre, and music.

And I can not see any of that changing as I get older. I want to always be able to move on whim. And I do not think it would be fair to have children, knowing the kind of life that I have always longed for...

Granted, reading Kerouac always makes me a little beat-envious.
But while that accounts for this post, it does not account for this notion.

be proud of the life you lead

Wed, 24 Oct 2007 19:30:24 GMT

Last night I had a dream. Of how things were supposed to be this year. It made it so wierd to wake up. Because that path felt so much more realistic than the one I am on. It is where I believed I would be. It was like seeing my present the way I thought it would be.

One of my favorite movies is History Boys. In it, a character states, "I'm not happy, exactly. But I'm not unhappy about it." I think that is how I feel lately. I know I am growing. I know this requires dealing with a lot of ghosts and demons of my past. And none of that makes me happy. I know that for a while I need to feel somewhat alone, because it is helping me to appreciate the people who really do love me. And I am realizing that there are struggles that never go away; you learn to deal with them in ways that hurt you less, though.

I just found out that one of the guys in my film class was in a play with me when I was little. That amused me. I really, really miss being on stage. I want to feel that rush again. I want to remember why I chose theatre. But mostly, I want that validation of knowing that it was something I could do. Because it was the one thing I did not doubt about myself. It's hard to want something you are forgetting.

All this said, I am leaving you with the lyrics (thank you, copy and paste) to Gorilla Biscuit's "Hold Your Ground":

A step apart, I don´t fit
In with my peers, but I don´t give a shit
Laughed in the street of my town
Their laugher hurts, but I´ll hold my ground

Hold your - ground
Hold your - hold your ground

It´s time to stand up for what you believe
Have no fear of your critics
be proud the live you lead
You maybe diffrent from your friends but if their true they´ll understand

Hold your ground
Be yourself and be the best you can.
Step out!!!!!

Conformity, the easy way to be accepted
I´d rather be outcast any day
It´s hard to be yourself with all the pressures
Coming down, it takes a strong fucking person
To hold your ground

through good or bad I've loved them all

Mon, 22 Oct 2007 07:16:10 GMT

Lynn, Ryon, and Nina... you will be sent gifts as soon as I can think of what to send you.

I am growing up. I am becoming my own person.

1. I came to the decision that no matter how much ICC has destroyed my desire to go to school... I am going to continue my education after I finally leave there. Getting (at least) my bachelor's degree has meant far too much to me. I am not going to let my experiences at this rediculous excuse for a school ruin that for me.

2. A lot has been happening in the theatre. I know there are people who expect me to stand with them against what is happening. The problem is... I honestly just don't know if I give a damn. I have felt abandoned by this program for the past year and a half. Am I really going to put my neck on the line for it now? For teachers that barely pay attention to me? (Although, deep down, I do still like them.) For a program that has nearly made me hate what used to give me more joy than anything else on earth? For a program that I am leaving in less than a year? But at the same time... I am still supposed to be a part of it. I am supposed to care, right?

3. While I have determined that I will go on with school... I still have not felt any feelings of excitement about any particular school. I am not really as sold on Chicago as I once was. But Southern Illinois? Gross. Heh. One of Josh's roommates told me that VCU has a good arts program... but then again, how much do I want to move to Virginia? (Visits would be good. But to live there? I am not sure...) I don't know. Maybe Western? I don't even know much about it. But it would mean not living at home. Ugh. I just want someone to point to a college and tell me to do what it takes to get there.

There is more. A lot more. But that is more than enough for now.

we're coming back to you

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 18:37:32 GMT

Things Stolen, But Amusing:

Part A.
Post Three Random Things About Yourself.
1. I can not sleep with my socks on.
2. When I am pissed off, I chop my nails. I cut them super short.
3. I have a light birth mark on my upper left arm.
Your turn!

Part B.
If you are one of the first three people to respond to this post I will mail you something: a photograph, a book, a finely crafted piece of art... who knows!? You'll have to e-mail me your writing address (patosnpez@hotmail.com) and you MUST repost!
I love this idea, so even though I did not make it on to Ryon's list... I am still reposting it myself!

P.S. I think it might be a nice week. :)

what if there's a moon, mamma, and it's shining oh so bright

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 01:34:56 GMT

Last night was a lovely mixture of things.

I was going to say curled up by my heater. But a mixture of a message from Luke about a show and excitement for Houston's Monster Mash Birthday Party gave me the final push to get up and shower. (Although, that was not enough motivation to put any more makeup on than mascara, or to put a costume on as I was supposed to do.)

First, I went to the show very late... and missed 3/4 of it... including the band I was actually familiar with. Anyways, who do you think I see as soon as I get out of the car? Johnny.
"Jessica?"
"Oh... Hey."
"The show's almost over. You missed most of the bands."
"Oh. Well... uh... that's okay... I pretty much just came by to say hey to Luke..."
"Pfister?"
"Yeah."
"I think he's still inside. He was walking around with out his shirt on earlier."
"Well, gee, guess I missed out."
"Yeah."
"Um... I'm gonna go in and find Luke now..."
"Yeah, you go find him."
Can you say awkward?

Ah well. Finding him was pleasant. And Scout's Honor was pretty good. About half way through, Luke went outside, and I stayed to watch. Then I went outside to find him again. Guess who he is with... some random guy, and a girl who was talking to Johnny. (My life is awesome.) At this point, Luke starts singing Cock Sparrer songs at me, so it isn't like I can obviously walk away. I kind of go over there and talk to them for a couple minutes. Then Luke jumps up and says something about needing to go get his other shirt inside. This leaves me with Johnny and Girl, to conduct in small talk. Yay.

Eventually, and by eventually I mean a couple minutes that seemed like a couple hours, I decided to go in to say good bye to Luke. This meant obvious heckling (that I probably deserved) from Johnny. Hugging Luke a couple times. And having to walk back by Johnny and Girl.

Of course, I did break my own rule about going to shows for a guy.
I guess I deserve it.
BUT STILL!!!

Then, was Hewy's Monster Mash Birthday Party!
Hugging and dancing.
A trip to Jimmy John's with Steph and Zach.
We sat outside on a bench to eat our delicious foods.
Then back to the party.
Sometimes it was rad.
Sometimes it was wierd.

Whatever. I had a great night. I want to have lots of nights like that.

Sun, 14 Oct 2007 18:22:47 GMT

Okay, so we will discuss my rather interesting last night later.
First, I need to get down this dream I just had, and I am still rather sleepy so typing it seems the fastest way to go about that.

Apparently I was at a school? But it was like... a creppy boarding school. In order to get to your classes, you had to go outside of each building. But outside, patroling, were these ghosts and ghoulies who wanted you to be late so you would get detentions-- there was this like, pseudo-nazi one and a witch that sped around so fast all you could see was her light and hear her cackle and a couple others not so prominent to the dream-- there was also a forest with really bad sounding stuff we never went into (screams and such) and then sort of a haunted cabin. Anyways, I went with two of my best friends (in the dream, at least) to a class... and the teacher was like an old school, really terrible rapper. But somehow we won money for being there? But we had to go to the principal's office to get it. (The funny thing is, somehow I could tell that one of my best friends was the leading lady. It's my dream. Shouldn't that be me? Anyways...) I think we got lost or something, because of trying to get around the ghoulies. But we ended up running past the forest and into the cabin. And it was all dark and creepy. So of course we went back, and tried to figure it out. Thanks to it being a dream, it skipped ahead to where we knew all the answers... My two friends and one of their mother's went back to check stuff out, but I was the one who figured out that he was a teenage guy. (A ghost still, yes.) And his mother, father, and sister had died and gone on, but he got left behind and had to deal with all the creepiness. So I ran there to get him out of hiding and help him escape my friends, because I didn't want them to scare him. We sat outside on a lawn for a while, talking about why he got left, etc. I remember I could touch him, and that was odd. Like... he became real because I believed he existed or something. And I think I said that I loved him? Whatever. So then I realized my friends and her mother weren't going away. And said that he had probably better meet them. But by the time I got back down to the cabin, the lights were all off again, and I see this swarm of people going up a hill. I start yelling into them, "Mrs. Hardy Boy!" (yes, that was the mother's name). But I guess she and the girls were still hiding in the cabin. This was a group of girl scouts. Then Mrs. Hardy Boy came out to shoo them off. And I introduced Alex (Alexandrius, actually, don't ask me why.) Somehow, we decided to have a counsil meeting with some local male wizards or somthing? Mr. Hardy Boy, one or two of his friends, etc. I remember they wanted to take a funny picture... So they hung him up and made him look like a hanging ghost. He didn't mind, but it really bothered me. Then when he started swinging, I think someone turned him into a cat with suction cups on his feet so he could get down quickly. Then we all set at a table to discuss what we wanted to do. He decided to move to... either Bolivia or Bulgaria, I can not remember now. And of course, my friend who was obviously supposed to be the lead (even though she didn't do anything) fell in love with him too, and so she got him. (Again, it is my dream, shouldn't I get the guy?) Then I said good bye to him and that is when I woke up!

CRAZY. The only other details I remember were:
At some point, I got into a van with Kyle Bawinkel and a friend from Chicago, Maureen.
During the horrible rap teacher, I was sitting by Shadia.
One of the people at the coucil was this girl I went to high school with, Megan, but she had like... turquoise eyes all over except the black pupil. (No white at all.)

And that is my strange, strange dream.

we are the pirates who don't do anything

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 03:42:43 GMT

I have been feeling disgustingly sick. And the last couple days are a blur of sleep. (Except for a brief adventure to Bradley with Emmy yesterday.) BUT... You all need to see my exciting pirate belt gifty from Amber! I look like crap so leave me alone, but the belt looks great:

Man, I look bloody sick. But then, I am/ was. Ah well. The belt is this amazing sparkly purple. :)

the minor fall the major lift

*there's no scotch tape*

*you've got a fine laugh*

come on life

don't go too fast, but I go pretty far

are you happy now with all the choices you've made?

*forget what happened yesterday*

*stuck in public school classrooms*

*i'm not the things you said i'd be*

*be proud of the life you lead*

*through good or bad I've loved them all*