Wowzahs.

I have another follower :)
(Yet another best friend [sigh])
Seriously, y'all. Tell people. I still feel pretty funny. Even writing to 4 people. Urgh.

Okay, so. Down to buisness.
Today I:
Got 6 hours of sleep
Worked for 2 hours
Played with my little sister (THERE WAS A MONSTER IN HER ROOM, apparantly)
Did the cat litter
Worked on critique (Ack)
Did a little world history
Thought about English
Got on Facebook
Sang a lot
Danced around like an idiot
And spazzed out (yep)
So far so good, right?

But I am still bored, and don't feel like doing homework. So I got on Blogger. Yay.

Ow. Lola just pulled a sticker off my arm.

I need to shave (and I don't really feel like it. But I need to, because I am wearing a skirt tomorrow. And unshaven legs + skirts = Ewie.

And I feel very silly, talking to the internet about what I do every day. Wow.

Lala.

I decided that I am going to go a whole day without using punctuation. Then another without capitilization. Then another with neither. When? I do not know.

Recently, a girl from Denmark who exchanged to my old school (in like, 2nd grade) found me on Facebook. We used to be so close... I'm very excited.

I burnt my leg with my straightener. Owie.

Why does Facebook speak using "they" instead of "s/he." It knows what you are. It asks. What the crap.

"Must've been the way he walked. Or his sweet, sweet talk." - Shania Twain Love Gets Me Every Time

http://www.scholastic.com/deltora/
I recently remembered reading these books. It's been a long time, but I still remember a good bit about them. They were pretty good, for Kid Fiction books.

OH! I just remembered (and how could I forget) that I saw The Time Traveller's Wife yesterday. It was an awesome (super sappy/cheesy) movie. And if my cousin hadn't given away the ending (thank you, Tori), I probably wouldn't have expected it. It was good stuff.

So my dearest darlings,
I bid you goodbye
For now.

-Jessica

I am typing in white an no one will ever know. BAHA!

Sleepless in Birmingham

So I've been thinking a lot recently. About what? FINE question. But yes, I have been thinking lots of thoughts. And I'm not sure how to put them down.

"That's your problem. You don't want to be in love. You want to be in love in a movie."
- Becky (Sleepless in Seattle)


Why is that one person always taken (or something)? It's stupid. It's all too complicated.
As one of my friends said --
"Why can't it just be: Girl: 'Hey, I like you,' Boy: 'I like you too, want to hold hands and be a happy couple who goes on dates on Friday nights?' Girl: 'Yes.'"
(I agree)

Bwa.
:KLsodlsffkjasdf'asdg.

I feel like ranting. But I don't know what to rant about.
Hmm.

Hallelujah! My "OMG" (as we called them last year. Ridiculous, I know. But it stuck) popped up in my facebook chat! WAHH.
[Just so you know, an OMG is a person that you think is cute, have a crush on, like, ect. Yes.]

LWaggoner, one of my followers, and close friends (who should make a blog) is writng every day, in a journal AND every few days on the computer.
YES, LITA. WRITE A BLOG.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUyUvq3dsKc
Hehe. I love this look. It is a perfect "mom look."

Hmph. I'm being ignored. That is not fun.

Just a question: how did I end up with blonde hair and brown eyes? That is so weird! People with bonde hair are supposed to have blue eyes.
Like her: http://media.entertainment.sky.com/image/unscaled/2007/3/21/Blue-Eyed-Celebs-1514620.jpg
Or her: http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2008/dbf/041408_bell_400x400.jpg
I mean really. These girls are perfect. WHAT DO THEY EXPECT FROM US?
I am not these stars. I am that girl you see at school, with frizzy hair and a good serving of zits. I'm that girl you don't really notice. But you don't need to, because she's also that girl who prefers to watch from afar (and be painfully obvious) if she likes you. So you just look at her and keep walking. No big deal.

On the topic, I am going to type up something I wrote in my journal. I shall share it with you, oh ye lucky people who care about my blog:
"What if I shouldn't be here? What if I shouldn't be anywhere? Then why would I be? Is there a fault I'm missing? One that I don't see? Is THAT what's wrong with me? Is there anything wrong with me? Or am I mental? Why the hell AM I here? Why am I anywhere? Do I have a purpose? Am I teaching someone something? Am I showing someone what or what not to be? Or am I here because I'm here, no reason?"
I have no idea where that came from. But I think it is interesting.

Okay, so those of you, my kind, lovable followers, need to tell your friends about this blog. 'Cause I feel silly writing to 3 people. Help me.

I'm going to go now.

-Jessica

Oh my buh-Jesus.

I have not been on here for a long, long, long, long time. That's a little sad. And for those (as few as you may be) who follow this blog, or, hell, even know it exsists, I apologize. I feel I have mis-done you (or however you say it).

So. Hmm. The past few days have been very interesting. I am now single (really I am pretty convinced that I will live). I have a progress report coming out, and TONS of homework already.

As for the "single" thing. I like to believe that I am never single, because I am always loved my friends and family (you guys rock). One of my friends found one of those Dove wrappers that said something along the lines of "Love is the gate to happieness." She told me that it upsets her, because she is unloved, by relationship standards. I wanted to drop what I was doing, leap up and tell her that she is NOT unloved, and who gives a crap about Dove chocolate wrappers, anyways. But I didn't. Why? I do not know.

I also lost my iPod. Which makes me a very, very sad little girl. VERY sad (my English teacher says not to use "very" or "rather" or "really" in my essays for her. They are just "fluff").
Now if I want to listen to music, I have to steal someone elses iPod or listen to it from my laptop. NOT cool.
Lesson learned: Don't put iPods in your pocket.

Also, Africa was great. Hopefully I'll get some pictures up soon. But I'm pretty sure that all of my followers have heard the story a million times over, so I won't bother typing it all up.

Love always,
Jessica

P.S. Has anyone else noticed how few people are on Facebook at the same time you're on? It's inconveienent.