Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow... Not.

I hate winter. Out and out, no exagerating. I hate it. Every single little thing.

So it's not winter yet. But Saturday we got our first snow; the promised 5cm. I had been hoping, all morning, that it wasn't going to happen. I was holding out on the weather people (called mediorologists- how do I know this? Well, when we were all 5 and you lot wanted to be teachers and firefighters, I wanted to be a weather announcer. But that's another story.) being wrong. Confused. Deranged. Insane, maybe.

It was awful. From the time the first flake fell I felt my heart sink. I hate snow. Yeah, sure, maybe it looks pretty from the window, or in a picture, but practically, how are you going to cross mounds of pristine snow without making a mark? Exactly. You're not. Snow is cold. It is mushy. It sticks to your mittens and gets down your neck. And then it melts and turns to cold water, which turns to warm water, which is still just nasty to have down your back. Ugk.

Another thing? In order to go outside, you have to bundle up in a bunch of thick, uncomfortable fabrics, designed to give you as little freedom of movement as possible. And when you finally get doing something half-way fun, like sledding or something, you sweat so much that you want to take your wrappings off. So you do, and you either lose them or get cold. Or both. And then snow gets down you back and mixes with your sweat and is totally uncomfortable and disgusting.

And of course all of you people who really love winter (and are really unhappy when people don't love winter), or you are argumentive (and hate when people disagree with you) or just think that I should not hate (which is bogus. Everybody hates something; stop lying to youself), then you will of course bring up two things, the first being winter sports/activities.

Yes, there are things such as sledding, skiing, snowboarding, skateing, and various other activities (that all mysteriously begin with the letter 's') that can, I admit, hold some level of fun. But I have already discussed sledding, and I see no purpose in snow shoeing and cross country skiing. I enjoy snowboarding. It is fun, but not worth the effort and the warm clothing you must wear (involving sweat). I like skating. Quite a bit. But it makes your feet hurt, and your nose cold. Other than that, I have no reservations (about indoor skating, anyhow) but would like to point out that you can skate in the summer; it's called rollarblades.

The second point you will bring up is Christmas (if you celebrate Christmas, like 85% of North America). Ah, Christmas. Corny, over-abused songs, corny decorations, and corny, crap-tastic presents, most of which will be forgotten within a few months. Don't get me wrong, Jesus is my homeboy and I love to celebrate is birth and all, but Christmas is an event, a holiday, which logically could happen at any time of the year, as we don't actually know when Jesus was born.

So, in conclussion, the easing into winter is awful. Just getting used to the cold, the ice, the general crap, while not having enough snow to actually do anything. The middle of the winter sucks. It is cold and dark and there is so much snow that it is hard and dangerous to drive, walk, swim, fly, or any other method of getting from point a to point b. The end of the winter is terrible because everything is melting and then freezing, melting and freezing. So wet.

I hate winter.

End of story.

J

EXPLOSIVE BURST

So.

I do realize that I haven't written in a while.

I don't have much to say.

Life is pretty good; thats nice, but when life is good, nothing interesting happens, therefore I have nothing to blog about.

On another note, the movie 'How to Train Your Dragon' is great.

Love,

J

The Girl and The Goldfish

All seeing eyes,
Bulging with wisdom,
Watch an irrelevant world
From peaceful depths.
Shouts are muffled,
Smiles are blurred,
By ignorance
Of what surrounds
His surroundings.
He knows nothing of us,
And we know the same of him,
Though we believe the opposite.
His little house,
Crumbling into the sand.
His little trees,
Swaying without wind.
Sometimes I wish
That we could trade places,
That he could have the complications,
And I,
Sweet serenity.
But it can never be
Because I am a confused girl,
Watching from her bed,
And he is a content goldfish,
Watching from his bowl.

Story of My (Freaking) Life: Rules

So this time, it wasn't even my fault. Well, mostly not. I didn't even say it. T said it for me. But does it count? That is the question.

I figured I would write about it anyway, simply so that you will all not die from lack of postage.

Or whatever.

Anyway, the thing with rules. I figure that rules are made for a reason. Every rule has a reason behind it; some have better reasons than others. Like, for safety. I would never break a rule pertaining to safety. I'm not an idiot, contrary to popular belief.

But other rules? Yeah. Those were made to be broken. Or rules that aren't clearly defined. Like, why the heck shouldn't I climb the school? I mean, there is no clearly posted rule; you shouldn't assume that people know these things.

So I did it. And it was stellar.

And, needless to say, they now have a clearly posted rule about climbing school property.

Or the time that I got in one of those huge dumpsters. Again, at school, and again, they just assumed that people would know not to get in them. I chose to (it was empty, Nancy. Don't barf on me now.), simply because I wanted to see if I could do it. It was fun. I had a large audience.

There is now a rule about climbing into dumpsters.

Come to think of it, there were a lot of rules created at my middle school, simply due to something I've done. Huh. Never really realized before...

Anyway, the point is, I love breaking rules (or implied rules). Even popularity doesn't really touch me, because it's another unspoken rule. Like not sitting at the 'popular' table. Suck it up you popular pansies. It's a frigging table.

Uh oh. J has a potty mouth today. :P

Anyway, good night, and honorable mention to Nancy who has a really sweet nickname.

Love,

J

And We All Fall Down!

It kind of just hit me that it's fall. Today. Really, and it's been fall for 16 days. About. Or maybe I suck at counting.

But, in my defense, it has been very hot here for the past week; like a crappy spring/summer heat wave, a mugginess that breeds naught but bad moods and misquito spawn.

That sounded rather poetic; I quite like it.

So I'm listening to the apparent 'Top 500 Rock and Roll Songs'. Yes, I admit that I am a fan of classic rock, even more-so than pop at some times.

Anyway, this isn't really a productive post, but just a useless update.

Love,

J

Who I Am, In Quirks.

You know how some people can sit there and just eat, say, peanut butter, spoon in jar? Or, a whole bag of 'Lays', or, I don't know, a whole watermelon or something.

I just found mine.

I had jam today, for the first time. For some reason, for the entirety of my life, I've been convinced that I disliked jam. And today, I wanted to eat biscuts, and all we had was wildberry jam, so I ate it. And ate some more. And, just now, I took a spoon and scooped some out of the jar. And ate it. And it was heavenly.

Funny how these things are, aren't they? Things we do, quirky little secrets that make us who we are, and you can tell if someone knows you well just by how many of these things they know.

Like, you'll know me really well, after this. 'Cuz I'm gonna list 'em, stupit.

I like cinnonmin and brown sugar on my oatmeal.
I leave the teabag in the whole time and drink it straight.
I only eat dry cereal.
I eat wildberry jam from the jar.
I always check behind the shower curtain when I go into the bathroom.
When I get afraid, I sing.
Whenever I get sick, I make 'Cup 'a' Soup'.

There are many more, I'm sure, but I can't think of any, and I need to go clean my bathroom.

Toodles!

J

I'd Lie. I'd Lie Until the Day I Die.

I haven't written in a while, and for that I appologize. I thought I'd write a poem off of the top of my head.... yes, I've been listening to Taylor Swift again, 'I'd Lie'. :) Here goes nothin'.

It hurts like a sucker punch
That takes your breath away
And it feels like a warm bath
On a cold day
It makes me blink my eyes
Everytime you come into view
Like I finally realize
That it's really you

Wow. That's awful. I like the first couple of lines, though. Yes, I'm all angsty today. I don't suppose that you know what it's like to love someone so much that it hurts so much, yet so little? Like- you love this person so much that even though you can never be together and they're with someone else, you can be genuinely happy, because this person is happy? Yeah. That feeling.

So if telling him would ruin his day, then I won't. But something he said, made me think that he knows- if he does, he doesn't seem worse off for it, so I'll leave him to it.

Anyway, if him knowing hurts him, then I'll lie. I'll lie until the day I die...well, sort of. I promised myself that I would tell him if he ever got ingaged. Just in case, because I could never live with myself if I let him go forever without him even knowing.

With these depressing thoughts I live you, thinking that I am pathetic. Oh well, maybe I am. I don't know. I don't really care what you think. If this is pathetic, then I like it, a lot.

Love,

J

Story of My Life: Ditched

So I said story of my life again. Again, again.

Anyway, this time one of my friends is getting more bestie with another girl, and choosing her over us (T and S and I. I as in me.). Anyway, it doesn't really bug me that much, not as much as it bugs T and S. Why?

Because it's the story of my life.

My entire life my 'friends' have been ditching me for other friends that they like better. I don't know what it is; maybe I am just a sucky friend. So one reason it doesn't bother me is that I'm used to it.

Another reason is that I know she's not doing it spitefully, or meanly, or even on purpose. She just like spending time with R. I can understand that, and so I don't mind.

Anyway, I need to jet, so serve, protect, and don't be late for school (again).

Love,

J

Story of My Life: Model Student

So I said it again. Twice, actually.

But that's another story, for another post.

The first time I said it yesterday was when my shop teacher asked if I minded teaching the newbies. And, as he'd already told me to do it, I couldn't really say "Yeah, I mind. Now let me go play with the saws!"

I wish.

Anyway, I've always been that kid who teachers make stand up and show their work as an example. It's just something I'm good at, doing projects. I don't know why everyone is so proud about that fact. I mean, I'm good at following instuctions, so what? So nothing.

Anyway, maybe I'll write more later. I kind of have to go to school now, so I'll write the next post quickly.

Love,

J

'Cuz We All Just Wanna Be Big Rock Stars....'

I always knew I wanted to be an actress.

Okay, not really. But kind of.

When I was little I wanted to be a teacher. Well, in my defence, when you're little, a teacher is pretty much the only job you know about, along with the mail man. And I didn't have a mail man anyway.

But when I was, oh, I don't know, 6 or 7, I was in the Christmas play at my church. And I loved it. The first year I was a sheep, and then an angel for a few years. Then I was a dancer. And then, I think maybe it was the year I turned ten, I played a Russian spy boss (I know, random, but surprisingly cool). I loved it, but I never knew that you could do it for a living. To me, actors were the glorified few who struck lucky and lived in mansions, far away. That is, when I actual thought about where T.V. shows come from, which I didn't do often. I was the kind of kid that accepted movies and T.V. as the truth, for the magic that it was, not going into all of the technicalities of it.

Then, when I was 12 or so, my mom took me to see 'Beauty and the Beast' live onstage. It was amazing, and I knew, from that moment, I wanted to do that. I could smell the make-up, feel the hot lights on me, and imagine myself singing the opening song, grinning all the while, doing the best thing in the world.

The next year I got into acting school and learned how to sing better, dance better, and portray a character. At the end of the year we put on 'Guys and Dolls' and I did my one line the best I possibly could. It was like I was on the surface of the sun, in complete euphoria. I loved it, and I knew, on opening night while I peeked though the curtains to see my family in the front row, that I had found where I belonged, and nothing could change that.

The next year, when I turned 14, I joined the production at the high school, and enjoyed every minute, even though I had no lines and no solos, and you could only see me in about 2 scenes. I can't even express how it feels to get up on that stage and feel everyone watching you. It's like- have you ever had a panic attack? Or had a moment of complete fear, or ran so fast you thought that you could fly? The adrenaline rush; that is all it is. The best feeling in the world.

I always figured that I would end up with a regular job (like a teacher) and do acting on the side. I always thought that it would be on stage, and musicals and such. But now, searching Missy Peregrym and Ben Bass, and seeing how they were... you know, Canadian, and not from L.A. or Hollywood changed my prespective.

I know now that I want to act on T.V. Not in a movie; I don't think that I'd like that very much, but I would love to do a T.V. series. I know that if I get a chance, I'll take it, even if I have to give up everything. And I know that I am so close to skipping university and moving to L.A. to become an actress. Sooooo close.

Anyway, I had to get that out there before I exploded.

Love,
J

Don't Step On A Crack Or You'll Break Your Mother's Back...

Isn't it funny, what little quirks we have?

Me, for instance. I always check behind the shower curtain when I go in the bathroom, just incase someone wants to scare me. I bite the inside of my mouth when I'm thinking, or just really nervous. I never step on cracks, or tile lines. If I feel like I should do something, I do it, because I know that if I don't, there will be bad consquences. Not like doing my chores so I don't get grounded, but like washing my hands, even when they aren't dirty, because I have a gut instinct to.

I guess these little quirks are what make us interesting, and different, instead of all being the same. Mine are kind of like little superstitions. I don't know.

I guess that's it then.

Love,
J

So I don't know what to write about today, but I realize that I haven't written in a long time, so I suppose I ought to get on that.

I'm at Samm's house and it is just after 8. AM. She is still sleeping, which is apparently weird for her, as she's usually up by 6, along with everyone else in this house. I kind of just got up, had some tea with her mom, and then took over her computer. But hey, so long as I have a screen in front of me, life is good. :P

So this morning got me thinking about things, and I've never said my age on here before, but I do realize that if I did, I'd probably be fine, as no one reads this anyway. All you know is that I am young enough to live with my parents and go to school. And I don't want to ruin the surprise for you, so I've decided to keep quiet for now, anyways.

I'm guessing that I could just call these my rambling, and as they've no point, I don't feel bad saying good-bye, as Samm's woken up. :)

Luff,
Jade

But I WANT It!

Have you ever wanted something? Like, really, truely wanted it? Maybe when you were little, it was the newest miniature 'John Deer' construction vehicle, or this years 'Sears' Christmas Barbie. You know that feeling; your heart starts beating faster when you think about it, and when you get close enough to touch it, your palms get sweaty, making it really hard to braid that darn Barbie's hair. When you talk about it, your face lights up and you want to tell whoever is listening just how awesome this thing is.

For me, like so many other 10-year-old girls, it was a boy.

It wasn't just any boy though; he was the smartest guy I knew. Had all the answers. Even when he didn't know, he made it up, something stupid so that I would laugh. And boy, did he ever make me laugh. I can remember countless times when I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. He was tall, handsome, and didn't find farts funny. He was all I ever wanted in a boy.

But things change, times change, circumstances change. I changed. He changed. The world at large changed. He never knew I loved him; I had learned my leason the year before, when I had been rejected by my best friend. So I never told him how I felt, but everytime he got within seeing distance I could feel my heart race, even though I smooshed it flat, I could feel the apprehension rise up from my stomach into my mouth, asking questions without answers 'Can he tell that I haven't showered yet today? Do I have pizza stuck in my teeth? Oh no! What if he notices that my shorts are getting too small?' that made me want to throw up.

Back then, it was my greatest joy to make him laugh, even just smile. It seemed to me that he did it so rarely, and so quietly, that it was my personal mission to make him show his happiness more often. I did everything I could. And I mean everything. I can't tell you how many times I would accidently trip and then make a joke about it, just to see his grin. Because being with him, seeing him smile, made me smile.

Even now, as I write this and the image of him laughing floats up into my mind and I have to smile a wistful smile, off into the distance like something out of a movie. Why did I want him? Like him, have a crush on him, love him, even? Maybe because he made me smile. Maybe because he was nice to me. Maybe because he was the only boy that I knew who wasn't stupid, or a jerk, or both. Maybe because he treated me exactly the way he treated everyone else. Heck, maybe because he smelled good, I have no idea.

All I can say is that here I am, years later, still wanting, liking, crushing on, loving, him. And there he is, years later, still having all the answers, still making me laugh. Still not knowing how I felt- feel- about him. But some things simply aren't meant to be; I'm not fooling myself into even believeing that anything will come from my feelings. My love for him, instead of diminishing over time, is growing every single day.

I'm truely greatful, even if we grow old and die with him never knowing, or if we never see each other again, that he has taught me what unconditional love feels like.

So if you ever read this, and by some miracle guess that it's you that I'm talking about, don't worry. I'm not going to start following you around like a puppy dog, or writing you love notes any more than I have for the past years. Just- thank-you. For every day and every laugh. And:

I love you; always have, always will.

Sincerly,
J

New Gadget!

So,
You may have noticed that I added a new gadget, "Times I Have Been Confused For A Boy".

I am, in fact, a female, in case you didn't know. Last November I decided that I wanted to get my hair cut short, so I did. It does, and did, resemble a boys. Slightly. But now, like, come on. I have nail polish on. A purse. BOOBS.

Lately, I have found that many people seem to mistake me more a male, so I thought I'd put a counter up so we can all laugh at me. :)

Love,
J

Another Useless Post

What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up?
Mmmm...Comfy...Pillow...Too hot...Dream...

What is the most important part of your life right now?
The living part.

Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?:
No. They're worried about what the law would have to say about pre-meditated murder.

Have you ever had the cops called on you?:
No. You think I'm the kind of idiot who does things like that?...And gets caught?

Why did your parents give you the name you have?:
They liked it. I think.

Would you ever be friends with someone again, who you promised yourself you never would be?
No.

If you could win a couple front row tickets to a game, any sport, any team, what would it be, who would you bring?
Ummm....The First Place Olympic Hockey Team, Male, Canada vs. U.S. (?), and I'd give them to Dan and Alex. They would enjoy that, right?

If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?
Yeah. It's just one night, right?

What is your opinion on no sex before marriage?
I'm all for it?

Have you ever kissed someone older than you?
Yes.

Have you talked to a complete asshole today?
Actually, no.

What is on your cell phone's background?
The waterfall I swam in.

Do you know anyone who is addicted to drugs? Are you friends with them?
I have aquantinces who I believe may be.

Who are you talking to msn?
No one of importance.

Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other?
Yes. Ex: Kaleton and I.

Where's your cell phone?
In my purse. Off.

Can you text without looking at your phone?
No.

Did anything dramatic go down yesterday?
Yes. VBS. :P

Do you pick your words carefully, or just tend to blurt everything out?
Depends on my mood/excitment levels.

Would you rather have sex with the 5th person on your cell phone contacts or the 5th to last?
I don't know who those are, and I'm going to go with neither.

Has anyone made you feel like crap lately for something they did?
Actually, no.

Have you ever been caught skipping class?
No.

Who's your last missed call?
Someone in Texas.

Have you ever kissed anyone who's name starts with a P?
Yes.

Who was the last person to send you a text message?
Chelly.

What was your last phone conversation about?
"Put Mom on."

Did you deny or accept your last friend request?
Accept.

Was the last person you hugged a male or female?
I don't remember.

Do you wish you had an older, protective brother?
Not really.

What happened last night?
Christian children's songs BARFED all over me.

Could you go a month without talking to your best friend?
I did. And will probably continue to do so until the summer ends.

Do you and your best friend look alike?
Apparently Kale looks asian. Thats it.

Do you think age matters in relationships?
I think that the ability to no longer find bodily functions amusing does. If that is related to your age, than yes.

What are you thinking about right now?
VBS.

What color are your nails painted?
Metalic pink-orange.

Just One

How many Kings stepped down from their thrones?

Went out to the battlefeild, completely alone?

How many Kings for their people died?

For mistakes not their own, gave up their lives?

Just one.



How many Gods rose up from the dead?

Who broke their own body like they broke their bread?How many Gods died such a cruel death?Gave up their hearts and all they had left?Just one.



How many Men blessed those with the whip?

With every lash given, every drop of spit?

How many Men gave grace to the death?

Giving forgiveness until his last breath?

Just one.



How many Saviors do you know who the fall?

Who died and then rose again to save us all?How many Saviors used nails and a boardInstead of a mace, a sheild, a sword?

Just one.



How many sinners could He have condemed

If not for the lion who was also the lamb?

How many chances have I messed up on

Only to be wiped clean, all my stains gone?



How many Kings stepped down from their throne?

How many Gods rose up from the dead?

How many Men blessed those with the whip?

How many Saviors do you know took the fall?

Just one.



Just one.

Just One

How many Kings stepped down from their thrones?

Went out to the battlefeild, completely alone?

How many Kings for their people died?

For mistakes not their own, gave up their lives?

Just one.



How many Gods rose up from the dead?

Who broke their own body like they broke their bread?How many Gods died such a cruel death?Gave up their hearts and all they had left?Just one.



How many Men blessed those with the whip?

With every lash given, every drop of spit?

How many Men gave grace to the death?

Giving forgiveness until his last breath?

Just one.



How many Saviors do you know who the fall?

Who died and then rose again to save us all?How many Saviors used nails and a boardInstead of a mace, a sheild, a sword?

Just one.



How many sinners could He have condemed

If not for the lion who was also the lamb?

How many chances have I messed up on

Only to be wiped clean, all my stains gone?



How many Kings stepped down from their throne?

How many Gods rose up from the dead?

How many Men blessed those with the whip?

How many Saviors do you know took the fall?

Just one.



Just one.

No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved! You know, for a little bit? I feel like the maid; I just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean for... for ten minutes! ~Mr. Incredible

Have you ever wanted to be a superhero? An honest-to-goodness Spiderman, or Invisible Girl, or whichever one is your favorite? Yeah. Me too.

I used to play this game with my brother, and my sister too, when she got older. "If you could have any super power, which one would it be?" My brother always, without fail, said that he wanted to be super strong. Everytime.

My sister, when she was older, wanted to be invisible. Or to fly. Or be super pretty or something.

And me? I wanted to be telepathic. And telekenetic. You know, brains over brawn. Most days, I would rather do that, and even when we made up our superhero names and fake-battled, I always won, because when Mr. Strong threw a punch, I could take his mind, twist it around, and tell him "I win because right now, you're dancing like a ballerina." And even when Invisigirl was creeping up to smack me, I could sense her and use my mind to throw things at her.

I always chose mind power because I always won. That was the only reason.

If I only chose it to win, you ask, what was my real passion? What did I really want to do, want to be?

I wanted to fly.

Could you imagine? Soaring with the birds, higher than a plane, and freer too. I told my mother, once, when I was about seven that one day I would be a teacher, and I would fly up and catch a bit of cloud in a jar, and bring it back down to show my class. She laughed, and then burst my dreams by explaining to me that clouds are made of moisture, so by the time I got back to earth it would be a jar of water. Dirty water, probably.

Or when I had the same dream, every year on Christmas Eve for, I don't know how many years, in which if I pumped my legs hard enough, I would rise from the ground and circle around our Christmas tree, floating just like the kids in Peter Pan.

Even when I got older, I'd dream about flying. Always the same way, pumping my legs like I was riding a bike, and then floating up, slowly. There was the one where a whole bunch of people found out that I could fly, and reporters came to talk to me, and I escaped them by flying away.

I'm smiling as I write this. Those were good dreams.

Anyway, the point to this rant is... not really anything. I suppose that a good blogger...bloggist?...would have a point. I really don't. My brother was watching "Ironman"; it got me thinking.

Anyway (I say that a lot too... :P), it's just some food for thought. Would you be a good superhero? Or a villan?

Love,

J

You Smell Bad. Yeah? Well, You Were Born First, So You Smelled Bad First!

So I did say that I would talk about sibling rivalries. And we are back to my extensive use of the word 'so' again. :) Life is average.

Ah, siblings. They love you one minute, hate you the next. Literally. For all of you only children, let me break it down for you.

Many of you (whoever you are; I really need to find the hit counter on this thing) know that I have a younger brother and sister. Who are close in age. Who fight, a lot.

An example: One day, they are playing nicely together. Pirates, or something (we have bunkbeds...they do. I used to. Anyway, we hang sheets from the top bunk, making it below deck, and the top bunk is above deck...back to the story) and I walk in and they say "We're best friends today." Until he want to be captin, but she wants to be. So someone comes storming out, mom asks whats wrong and it's "I hate him/her!"

Or, when one of them gets one thing, so does the other one. Or if one accomplishes something, you have to make a big deal of both of them, or the other one will go and sulk and you'll hear about it all day.

As the oldest, I can say that I was never really like that. I was three when my brother was born, and up until he was about seven, he did everything I said anyway. I mean anything. Don't tell him I said this, but I have pictures of him dressed up in a tu-tu.

I was five when my sister was born. She did everything I said until she was...well, last year. And now that they have stopped listening to me, I am old enough to not care about who got more ice-cream, or fight over the last Oreo (See previous post). So I'm all good.

So, (<-- there it is again!!) in conclussion, brothers and sisters fight. A lot. And they pick on each other shamelessly. And beat the crap out of each other most days, too. But when it comes to someone else picking on their brother/sister, or beating them up, you know who stands up for them? Their siblings. It's a case of "I'M the only one who's allowed to call you an idiot!" Or "You may be a moron, but you're MY moron."

We fight, we make up. We scream and call names and hand out bruises. But when it comes down to hating? For real, not just what we shout from the other end of the hallway? No way. I punch you because I LOVE you, you imbecile.

End of Story.

Love,
J

ALERT: STORY OF MY LIFE

Yes, I've gone and done it again. Said 'story of my life'. Except, this time, I actually thought about it before saying it.

Sibling rivalries.

For those of you who are only children, I pity you. You have never had the experience of oh, I don't know, having your little brother take three oreos, and then having your little sister take three oreos, and guess what? There was only six oreos left in the pack.

Anyway, I wanted to have a longer rant, but I have to go. The children are, suprise suprise, fighting again.

Love,
J

Childhood and...Shower Curtains?

The thing that reminds me of my childhood (you know, 10 and under) is, suprisingly, the shower curtain.

You see, my shower curtain is a plain, purpley color. Dark, not exactly somber, but not child-friendly. The shower curtain upstairs is, well, blue. And covered in cartoon sea-creatures. I can remember, being little and learning their names. Then later, going to the ocean and finding a sea-fish, and finally relating it to one of the creatures on the curtain.

Just- I guess the change from sea-creatures to somber purple represents who I was, and who I have become.

I don't know. Maybe I'm just a sentimental old fool. Well, not old. Sentimental fool.

So I said "Story of my Life" last night, and I know I promised that whenever I said it, I would tell you all about it here...there is only one problem;

I don't remember what we were talking about.

So....

Does anyone else think that Padame is a pedofile? Just had to put that out there. :)

J

How Can You Stop?

How can you just stop loving someone?
How can you throw it all away?
How can you stop seeing someone
In that way, in any way?
How can you just stop caring?
How can you change your mind?
How can you give up all we had
And all there was left to find?
How can you just stop loving someone?
Whether or not they're the 'one'
How can you just stop caring?
No matter what they've done.

I am quaking in my boots, my friends. Or, I would be, were I wearing boots. As it is 29 degrees C outside, I am not, nor do I foresee myself wearing them anytime soon. Anyway, back to the point.

I am quaking in my proverbial boots. What has got your confident little Slytherin so insecure, you ask? Two words:

FAMILY. REUNION.

It's not that I don't love my family; I do, just...not up close. I love them about as much and in the same way as I love...oh...the woman at the supermarket who takes forever to ring in the groceries. Or the garbage truck guy. In fact, I would say that I feel closer to Queen Elizabeth 1, than I do to them. I have no idea who half of them are anyway.

One of my mom's sisters lives 3 houses down our road, and I see them on average of once a year. My grandparents I see maybe once a month. Everyone else? Maybe once every 3 years. Most of these people invited today I've never even met.

And that's just my mom's side. On my dad's side, he has his sister who lives in Toronto with her husband and two kids, as well as my grandmother. And as far as I'm concerned, that's it.

Well, I have some cousins/uncles in Boston, and a few in California, but again, they have the significance of being a random body mentioned once in ablue moon, called on their birthday and recieveing money from over Christmas. That's it.

My outer family is not close, as you can see. I am not comfortable around any of them, especially my mom's family, because we share absolutly nothing, excepting bloodlines. I'd much rather have my adoptive family over instead; the neighbours who are at my house all the time, and we at theirs.

Oh well, I shall stick it out the best I can and try and understand the completely different species that will soon surround me. Smile and nod, offer something to drink. Talk about school. I shall survive.

I hope.

And if I do, I shall most probably come back here tonight and tell you all about it.

I apologize; I must go. I have to set up a large tent for all of the old- excuse me- elderly people to sit under.

Love,
J

A Love Letter To Sarcasm

Dear Sarcasm,

I know that we've been together for a long time now; almost since I discovered you, back in my elementary school days. We have had our off an ons, I'll admit, especially when I've caught you with someone else, allowing them to use you, but I think that we are good together, complementing each other in the best possible way.

You have no idea how good it feels to get this off my chest, Sarcasm, dear... I've been holding it in for so long. I know I had a short affair with Irony, but my heart truely belongs to you, and I hope you'll forgive me and accept my apology, as well as my love. It has been you from the beginning, Sarcasm, always you. So many have been taken with Simily and Medifore, but not even Foreshadowing could tear me from your side.

I love you, Sarcasm! I love you from the depth of my being! If I had my way, we would be together, forever, taking the world one mockery at a time.

Oh, dear Sarcasm. How I love you.

Yours,

J

A Rant On Peter Pan 2

So I just watched Peter Pan 2, and I must say, Jane completely OWNS Wendy. Wendy was such a sissy. Jane swooped (swept?) in and saved the day, where as Wendy was like 'Oh Peter....Come save my wimpy butt!" But Peter completely annoyed me, trying to steal Jane's glory. Sometimes, Pete, the girl gets to kick the big bad pirate's butt, and the boy is the one who needs the saving. Suck it up; that doesn't give you a right to drop an anchor on the poor man.

And something on Hook; dear, just because your boyfriend treats you like the child he never had doesn't mean that you should scream his name in the place of 'MOMMMMMYYYYY!!!!!' whenever Peter bothers you a little bit. And what are you going to do with the treasure anyway? The only people on the island are your pirates, Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, the Indians, The Mermaids, The Faeries, and the random child dropped in for a visit. None of which are willing to trade things with you, so basically you are going to sit in your figurative dungeon and go mad staring at the gold and hording it like a dragon.

Oh dear. I'm ranting again....

Dreaming of Neverland,
J

HA

I hadn't realized this until now, but I have posted 50 posts, not including this one. Huh. FUN.

Anyway, I figured that since I haven't written in a while, I would do that, but I don't have much to say. I am going to go to FB and steal a questionaire maggigy. BRB YALLLLL....

Okay, here it goes:

Has the person you like seen you with no make-up and hair a mess?
Yeahhhh... :P

Did anyone watch you the last time you kissed someone?
I don't remember...I think, maybe.

So, hows life been lately?
Sublime.

Does anyone completely understand you?
Fire.

Have you ever done yoga?
Uh, yeah.

How exactly are you feeling right now, please elaborate:
Sore all over and rather lonesome.

Are you happy with where you are relationship wise now?
I suppose.

How important is love in your life?
Yes. Not just romantic love, but all love.

Do people tend to walk all over you?
They try. They fail.

Are you a forgiving person?
I think so.

Do you know anyone who goes cross-eyed when they're tired?
Me.... XP

Do you like to play on playgrounds? When is the last time you did?
I like teeter-toters, and last Saturday.

Do you miss your past?
Yes.

The last person you kissed - was it an intoxicated kiss or sober kiss?
Um, sober? Have I ever been anything but?

If you could of chosen the color of the sky, what color would it be?
Pale green. It's calming.

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?
I believe that you should forgive, but not forget. Yes, people deserve second chances but if someone steals from you, you're not going to give them the code to your bank account, right?

Sex ruins relationships, right?
I wouldn't say ruins, but then, I wouldn't know.

What song are you listening to? Why do you like it?
"Cheep Cheep Cheep" by The Chickens On My Counter. :P

Does the last person you kissed know what color your eyes are?
I certainaly hope so.

Is pink the best color in the world?
It's up there.

Do people ever tell you to just loosen up?
Never ever.

Have you ever woke up to a nose bleed? If so, was it because of cocaine?
I have never had a nose bleed, nor cocaine.

Have you ever streaked across a football field?
Have you?

Who did you last shoot a dirty look at?
I don't know. I'm more of the hold my peace and smile nicely, then short sheet your bed later.

Describe the thing you regret most that you've done under the influence of alcohol?
I've never had enough to inhibit me.

Are you happy with the way things are going?
Happy is a realitive term.

Who's the last person who told you they loved you?
Bruther.

Is there something you need to tell someone?
Yes. The hairdresser called and she can squeeze me in tomorrow at 3.

What are your plans for the weekend?
Family ruinion (Ugg) and camp. (YEAH!)

Can you honestly say you love someone?
I don't know a person named 'someone'.

Are you currently wearing clothes?
No. I'm wearing a paper bag.

Whats going on between you and the last person you kissed?
Nothing.

Whats bothering you right now?
My chronic pain.


Well, that was random. Don't you hate how most of the questions are about relationships? Pathetic.

Though I do love you... :)
J

To Tell You The Truth

Wow, it's been a long time since I wrote a "To Tell You The Truth".

I don't know if there are any on here, but they were something I used to do. Kind of like diary entries, only these always had a specific theme, always were titled "To Tell You The Truth" and the first sentance always could have that phrase in front of it. Par Example:

I never liked my aunt much.

See how that could have "To Tell You The Truth" in front of it? Yeah. Like that. Anyway, on with the Truth.

I have always wanted someone to call me love.

Not joking. It began when I was a wee thing, I don't even remember how old I was, and I watched "Pirates of the Caribbean" for the first time. You remember darling Captin Jack Sparrow? How he always called Elizabeth love? Yeah. I wanted that.

Then when I became obsessed with British TV shows. There is, without fail, someone who always calls their... whatever... love.

So babe- no. Baby- no. Those I reserve for my little sister. Darling- no, unless it's pronounce 'darlin', and besides, that's what my mom called me. Sweet pea, pumpkin poo, those are what my dad calls me, as well as dopey, which I would not want to be called by anyone anyway, but he won't stop.

But love- short, and straight to the point. But it doesn't count as anything if I TELL him to call me that. I can only hope that he'll read this and draw from it what he will.

If he even exists.

But now, I have no time for melodramatics now. I have 164 stories to read in a limited amout of time, so I must fly.

Love
J

Dear Mom-

Dear Mom,

I don't know if you'll ever read this. I don't know if I want you too, or if I just want to put these words down so that they won't cause me to explode. I know that I tell you that I love you every day, usually several times a day, but I just want to make sure you understand how much.

There are many people in the world who think they know what love is, but I know. I know because my favorite thing to do is to make you laugh, and I hate it when you cry, even if they are happy tears. I know because I haven't lied to you in at least two years, because I need you to trust me as much as I trust you. I know because I would do anything for you, no matter what the cost.

You make me feel warm inside, even when you are unhappy with me, or with the world. When you laugh at something I've said, or something I've done, it gives me pleasure, even though I feel like the world's biggest fool. You do so much for me, and I do so little for you, so I'm trying to be better. I never want you to go.

I'm not worried, like so many people my age are, about finding a boyfriend or falling in love, because I love you so much that it fills my whole world. If I don't ever find someone who loves me as much as I love you, than it is not worth the cost.

Mom, I just wanted to say that I love you.

Love,

J

I Think I Could Love You...

I don't know who you are
Under all the layers
I don't know what you're thinking
Or what you're feeling
You don't know all my hurts
Or my asperations
You don't know what I am
And what I want to be
I've never told you all my secrets
You've never explained about your past
And yet-
You make me laugh
In my gloomiest time
And yet-
I've made you smile
Again and again
So no, I don't know everything
And no, you don't know either
But I think I could love you
If you're willing
To try

It Automatically Says The Date; How Useful

So I've decided to update this for the summer a a tribute to the story 'Hermione Granger's Diary' by Wonk on FanFiction.

Lies Told: 1 Nachos Eaten:0 (not for long!) Children Terrorized: 2 SS/HG stories read: Too Many

I am actually just off to eat Nachos, so adios!

Ignorance Is Bliss

You know you're pathetic when: I invited my little brother to go to a movie last night with me.

Anyway, I don't know what to feel lately. Everything has been muddled, and for the past few months, instead of trying to ignore what I feel, I try to work my way through it. You know, address my emotion, ask myself why I feel that way, and then come up with a solution. And usually, it works. I end up feeling better and not worrying so much about whatever I worry about. But this problem; I've ended up ignoring it because I've tried every possible approach and nothing is working.

For the past two years loneliness is a daily occurence, like my headaches. I mean, my mom is my best friend; my family is my life. I don't even really have my church friends anymore, since C was the one who mostly bound me to them. Though L is trying. I'll give her that. The only one who has treated me the exact same way, ever since I can remember, is A. And I am grateful for that.

I am a loner, by nature, I guess. I feel like there is something different about me, and I know that everyone says that at least once, but honestly. I read too much, dream too much. I spend more time in daydreams of the impossible than in reality. I am not good at communication, and I guess that's the biggest problem. When I talk to people, they don't understand what I'm saying. Like I'm speaking a forgien language or something. At least, with people my own age.

Why couldn't I just have been born....I don't know....simpler. With less worries, about less important things. Why can't I just act my age, wear bright skinny jeans even though they look awful, listen to pop music and spend my allowance Friday nights at the movies with friends. Accept when a boy asks me out, instead of saying no. Ignorance is bliss.

Oh, and by the way, now I feel like some steryo-typical teenage girl 'no one understands me, my life sucks'. Like an idiot. Oh well; I probably am just over reacting, but you are all imaginary anyway, so what does it matter?

Pathetically Loving,
J

Why Try To Change Me Now?

An idea I got from a song that I heard on House M.D., 'Why Try To Change Me Now?' by Fiona Apple. Really pretty, really wistful.

I watch it go by
Nothing left to hold onto
Went from tricycles to automoblies in minutes
Promised me I'd always be your little girl
When I thought you were super man
And now look where we are
Me, I'm dying
You, not even knowing
Empty pages full of my story
A lost cause
Why try to change me now?
Whirlwind of time
Never steady, never slowing
Breakneck speed
Back when you had all the answers
Booboos gone with a kiss
Not any longer
I'm waiting for an end that'll never come
You're watching me grow like this is how it's supposed to be
The world's behind me
Who knows what's waiting
Why try to change me now?
I don't know who I am anymore
That girl got lost somewhere along the way
She's waving good-bye from somewhere down that road
The door closes and a smile disappears
No one said it'd be easy
But no one said it'd be this hard
I've already given up
There's no fight left in me
If this is how it was supposed to end up
Why try to change me now?

A Message To My Sister:

Stop biting me and go do something productive with your life!

Uggg....And Then Their Noses Get Snotty!

I have a confession to make, my darlings.
As much as I love my brother and sister, and the children I babysit, and as much as I enjoy teaching children and taking care of them, and as much as I love them....

I absolutly despise crying children.

I'm serious. It has always been that way; I guess I just don't understand why they do it. Even when I was a small child, and others cried...I didn't get it. I cry when I am in pain (and it has to be rather extreme pain, at that) and when I am furious. Other than that, I don't see the need for tears. Everything from the smallest sniffle to the loudest bawl gets on my nerves.

I mean, honestly, why cry? It's not going to fix anything, and it is just loud and messy and annoys everyone around you. I'm not exagerating when I say that even when I was just starting kindergarten I despised those children who cried at least once a day.

So there, my friends. I have told you one of the rather more terrible things about me. Do with it what you will.

All My Love,
J

And So It Ends....

I have officially finished the school year, friends!

There is one thing that every child learns around the age of five; maybe even before that (I don't remember). They say that the new year begins in January, but it's not true. Every child knows that the new year begins in September, the Tuesday after Labour Day weekend, when you walk through the likely-as-not newly painted school doors into the place that will waste more of your time then any other (excepting your bed; we all sleep).

Every kid know it; that's why summer is the best time of the year. It's exahsted by the end of the year, you know. That's why it's called the lazy days of summer.

So anyway; school has ended, life has begun!
Enjoy it while it lasts, my brethren!

Love
J

I kind of stole this from the only person who commented on my blog, and turned out to not be who I thought they were. Anyhow...

TEN ARE YOUS:
1. Are you single - Yes.
2. Are you happy - Content- happiness is realitive.
3. Are you bored - Not so much as I usually am.
4. Are you sad – Again, a realitive term
5. Are you Italian - No...
6. Are you German - No...
7. Are you Asian - Yes. :)
8. Are you Cool - Heck yeah.
9. Are you Irish - Yes.
10. Are your parents still married - It's their 16th anniversary today. Can I get an 'awwwww'?

NINE FACTS
1. Hair Color - Brown/black/orange. It's a mixed culture thing.
2. Hair Style - Painfully short and yet annoyingly long.
3. Eye color - Brown.
4. Birthday - March 24th, 15 seconds before midnight.
5. Mood - Hungry, mostly.
6. Gender - Female. Emphasis on the 'fe' part.
7. Lefty or Righty - Ambidextrous.
8. Summer or Winter - Summer. What has winter got? Snow. Right. Hate that.
19. Morning or Afternoon - Morning.

TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE:
1. Have You Ever Been In Love - I am.
2. Do you believe in love at first sight - No. Lust? Definatly.
3. Do you have any friends you love? - Yesss....duh.
4. Have you ever been hurt - Everyday.
5. Have you ever broken someone’s heart - Perhaps, but doubtable.
6. Are you in Love - As far as I can tell; have been for 5 years.
7. Are you friends with your ex's - I don't have any besides P, and he doesn't really count.
8. Are you afraid of commitment - Yes.
9. Have you hugged someone within the last week - Yes.
10. Have you ever had a secret admirer - No.

TEN THIS OR THAT:
1. Love or Lust - Love.
2. Lemonade or Icetea - Lemonade.
3. Cats or Dogs - Cats.
4. A few best friends or many regular friends - I don't know.
5. Television or Internet - Internet.
6. Pepsi or Coke - Water. :)
7. Wild night out or romantic night in - I don't know...
8. Pink or Purple - Purple.
9. Day or Night - Night.
10. IM or Phone - IM.

TEN HAVE YOU EVER:
1. Been caught sneaking out - No.
2. Fell down the stairs - Yes, but I usually fall up them.
3. White water rafted - No.
4. Finished an entire jaw breaker - No.
5. Wanted something/someone so bad it hurt - All the time.
7. Skipped School - No. I mean, I did with permission, but I studied, so that doesn't count.
8. Wanted to Disappear - Yes.
9. Wanted to kill yourself - Not seriously, but everybody wonders. Don't they?
10. Have you ever had more than one gf/bf at the same time - No.

TEN PREFERENCES
1. Smile or Eyes - Smile.
2. Light or Dark Hair - Depends.
3. Hugs or Kisses - Hugs.
4. Shorter or Taller - Shorter. Wait- in a person? Oh, taller.
5. Intelligence or Attraction - Intelligence.
6. Prep or Nerd - Whichever strikes my fancy.
7. Hook-up or Relationship - Relationship.
8. Play the guitar or into sports - See #6.
9. Funny and poor OR Rich and serious - Funny and poor. I don't care what you have so long as you can make me laugh.

TEN LASTS
1. Last Phone Call - Daddy.
2. Last phone call you received - Daddy, again.
3. Last person you hung out with - Does Dad count? I'm going to K's soon...
4. Last person you hugged - Mom.
5. Last person you IM'ed? - I don't remember...probably T.
6. Last thing you ate - A muffin.
7. Last thing you drank - Waaaater.
8. Last site you went to - FB.
9. Last place you were – Washroom.

RELATIONSHIPS
1. Are you in a relationship - Wasn't this the first question?
2. Do you want to be - I'm good single.
3. When was your last real relationship - None that really count.
4. Do you love somebody - I love everyone. Not even kidding.
5. Do you like someone right now - Yes. I like lots of people. I am in love with one person now, though.
6. Do they feel the same - Probably not, probably never will.


FAMILY
1. Do you and your family get along - In a general sense.
2. Would you say you have a "screwed up life" - Not really.
3. Have you ever ran away from home - No.
4. If so, how long - Elephant.
5. Have you ever gotten kicked out - No.

FRIENDS
1. Do you secretly hate one of your friends - I dislike her additude sometimes.
2. Do you consider all of your friends good friends - Define good. Such vauge questions...
3. Do you trust all your friends - Yes.
4. Who are/is your bestfriend(s) - I don't really do besties. Makes life so much more complicated.
5. Would you die for them - Yes.
6. Who knows everything about you - No one.
7. Did you lie during this survey - No, for once.
8. How many questions did you lie about - None.
9. How many people will know your lying - Stop asking me irrelivant questions, imbicle.

To speak french like a spanish cow....I love you Miss Heilshciar.

The funny thing about learning a new language is how so many things become clearer, and so many become more muddled.

Take, for example, my two favorite French verbs. Regarder vs. Voir. To look vs to see. They are saying basically the same thing, except they're not. I look at you; I see you. Such a small change, but such a big difference.

It's the same thing in English, but who noticed before they began conjugating in French.

Just a thought; now, back to exam studying. :)

Tiredly,
J

The Kind of Girl

I'm the kind of girl
Who draws strength from the darkest of nights
Who would rather just turn out the lights
I'm the kind of girl
Who would rather use her ears then her eyes
Who tells the truth through all of her lies
I'm the kind of girl
Who can taste the words like a prayer
Who watches you go by from underneath her hair
I'm the kind of girl
Who goes too fast and goes too slow
Who, when she's high she's oh so high, I when she's low it's dangerously so
I'm the kind of girl
Who writes poems in the dark
The kind of girl who doesn't need a lamp; she's got her own spark.

Sibs. Can't Live With 'Em, Can't Live Without 'Em.

I'd forgotten how much I'd missed this. This...writing-thing.

Anyway, I just thought I'd say that I call my brother 'brother' just as much as I call him his name. And vice versa. My sister, on the other hand, only ever calls me 'Sissy'.

J'adore,
J

I am the (Elements)

I am the Fire
It burns in my veins
The wildest of the four
So confident, yet so unsure
Always up or down
Never steady

I am the Wind
Gentle as a breeze
Yet strong as a gale
With the drive to conquer the world
Yet the dream not to
But to achieve all possible

I am the Earth
Strength and sense
Reliable, practical
Asking little, giving much
Count on me; I'll take care of you
No matter who you are

I am the Water
Calm and eager to please
I want nothing more than to be happy
And to make other's happy
Somewhere between earth and air
I am content

In The Face Of Death

Death; what does it mean?
Is it wrong that I feel nothing,
While so many sit and cry?
To me none of it seems real
She’s just around the corner
Wheeling down the hall.
What do I feel, upon hearing the news?
Regret, maybe? A pang of pity for those who loved her
Other than that, nothing.
Am I a monster?

Bizarre (III)

The girl doesn't know how to make the monster leave;
She can't see the monster,
But se doesn't want the monster to go
Because without the monster
She doesn't know who she'll be
Or if she'll be
Because the girl is the monster
And the monster is the girl.
They hate each other
Yet hold so tight together that
No one is sure if they are monster and girl
Or Monster-Girl.
Not even the girl knows that.

Bizarre (II)

The girl is the monster
The monster is the girl
Yet the monster consumes the girl
Until the girl isn't sure
If she is the girl
Or the monster.
The girl is never sure of anything
When the monster is hungry.
She figures that she couldn't have been born
Both monster
And girl
But she can't remember which came first
The chicken or the egg
The monster or the girl.
She just knows that there is a monster
And there is a girl
All tangled up
In a big mess.

Something Bizarre

I can taste the fire burning on my tounge
Brimming over, watch out for that explosion
Fire, never ice
Flame, never sea
And I'm drowning in the embers
And I'm burning in the waves
The curse is back! The curse is back!
The only thing to ever bring me to my knees
But it does,
Over and over again
Everyone has a weak spot
Mine is more like a continent
Or the whole world
Everything I see disolves into the pain
I called here
I called it!
Those who think they love me are consumed
The monster watches with a cold calculation
The girl trapped inside hurts the worst of all.

I Don't Deserve Anything

So,

I am so lucky to have so many people in my life. I have amazing friends and an amazing family. I live well, am not especially ugly, and have many talents. I live in a free country, go to school and have healthcare.

I don't deserve any of it.

I'm such a bad person, compared to my mom, and AL and SP and KM and TL. I lie, I cheat. I'm prideful and envious. I am just a terrible person, all round. People say that I'm smart and nice and stuff, but really, inside, if you knew me you'd all hate me.

I know that in 10-15 years, AL will be some famous actor or world leader or something, while designing his own fashion line. SP will be doing some major voice acting and raking in the $. TL will be saving kids in 3rd World Countries and KC will be a famous singer. I know that I'll be at home alone, working some minimum wage job with no love life and no family to speak of. But I don't WANT to be bad. That should count for something, right?

Apparently not.

Everyone expects me to do great things, but it seems like I'm the only one who realizes it. I am not special. I am not even normal. I wouldn't be suprised if I was the worst person on earth. I'm one of the people who everyone loves but is really just pulling you over. If it weren't for this guilt, I'd be a phycopath.

I'm sorry. I'm just wallowing in self-pity. I mean, it's not like anyone reads this anyway. I don't have to worry about people talking to me. They wouldn't believe it, and they would try to convince me otherwise. I've been through it all before. "You're a great student." "You're a good kid." "You'll go far in life." How do you know? No one knows me. It'd be better if they stopped trying.

No one knows how awful I am but me, and so I can't stop being awful; what a vicious cycle.

J

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been thinking...

Now before you all duck and cover your heads, my thinking, however rare, has happened before, so you don't have to worry about the appoclipse[?] or whatever. I am a perfectly good thinker. Mostly. Sometimes.

But anyway, I've been thinking about this blog. I don't think anyone actually reads this, therefore making this, even and especially, this post, a complete waste of time. I know! I'll tell J about it today at YFC. She'll visit it, even if only once.

So I guess I'll talk about...what? What shall I talk about? I suppose that I don't have anything else to say. When I think of something else I'll post. Ohhh...wait. I just thought of 2 things.

And now I forgot them both.

Wait.

Okay, so I hate exclaimation marks. They are just so...bubbly. Airheaded. Not saying that people who use exclaimation marks are airheaded or anything. That is just my personal opinion. They have a certain personality about them. Periods are just nice and quiet and serious, but exclaimation marks are...annoyingly happy and yet dumb. Blissfully ignorant.

I did forget the second thing...again.

So I'll talk to you [write?] later.

Love,
J

WARNING: ridiculous materials contained in this post

So guys,

Sorry I haven't written in awhile. Today, contrary to yesterday, was beautiful out and I walked to the office instead of begging a drive. Today was AL's birthday, and I made him a card in French class. I honestly can't believe that I am talking about such boring, mundane stuff, though it's not like anyone actually reads this. I wonder if you can put a hit counter on here....[?]

I watched the new[ish] Sherlock Holmes movie and found it most delightful. I laughed, I puzzled, I jumped to conclussions, and I would have cried, had I been that type of person. The characters were well represented and one of my favorite things was the way the relationship was portrayed between John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. Hey- do you think Mike Holmes is related? Just kidding.

Okay, so what I really want to talk about: rules. Just like lines, I have a lot of rules, and some of them don't even make sense. Like, when you wish, you have to wish for small things. A sunny day, or instance, or a good dream. Wishing for more just isn't within the star's power. So last night, upon walking the dog I looked up into the sky, picked out the first star I saw and, after thinking a moment [another thing: I believe that stars, much like genies, can be very tricky, so you have to word your wish just so, or else] I said "I wish for something extrodinary to happen to me tomorrow." [you see, being very specific about who, when, and what. how, why and where don't matter, in this instance].

And it did. But I can't tell you about that. Now you know, however, how to wish for something properly, but let me warn you; if you don't really believe that it'll work, it won't.

Yup, so that's my strange rant.

Love,
J

Faerie Tales

Dear,
Ever since I was little I have been obsessed with faerie tales. I had "Cinderella" memorised by the time I was 3 and was reading it to my new baby brother by as soon as he was born. Even now I have a book of traditional faerie tales that was my mothers when she was young, and also a complete collection of the Brothers Grimm faerie tales.

I guess it's because in faerie tales, anything can happen. Any wrong will be righted, every villan will be overcome. Farm boys become kings; princesses find true love. The poor, noble men become rich and powerful and the corrupt, powerful men get what'c coming to them. "Faerie Tale" is basically synonym for an idealistic world.

More later- I must fly.
J

Death (It's a popular topic for me)

Dear,
We're supposed to make lists for youth group of 100 things we want to do before we die. It's so weird, the way people think about death. "Stuff to do before" or "what happens after" but never death itself. But what is death? Is it the moment you are not alive? The moment after you breath your last breath? Or is it after the dying ends and whatever else begins? Sometimes I get so confused.

That's all. Maybe I'll post my list here when I finish.

J

Dead Worms on the Pavement (a short story)

I think about the dead worms on the pavement, there, beneath my feet. I imagine the rain that fell and softened the soil; I imagine the little worms emergining from underground to bathe in the droplets the way we bathe in the sunlight. I picture the sun coming out from behind a cloud and drying up all of the rain, and with it, drying up all the worms, until they are nothing but dead worms on the pavement.

Once they wiggled and squirmed and-who knows?- maybe even loved. Living their soggy, dirty existence contentedly until that rain made them forget all reason. Maybe they believed that the rain would bring better things, or maybe they were just curious. All I know is that now they are just dead worms on the pavement.

Most people, they would see the dead worms on the pavement and walk on. Me, I look at them and feel an ache in my chest that comes with tears. I never particularly liked worms; they were slimy and cold, yet here I am, crying over some dead worms. I guess it's because I know that one day, we'll all be like that. That one day, I will be a dead worm on the pavement.

So I try not to step on them.

J

Hope and Belief

I have always believed that if you imagine something hard enough, it will happen.

I don't have any proof or anything. And even though I have always hated "Cinderella" and "Snow White" for precisly that reason, I can't seem to let it go. I mean, how many books have a read about magic that just says that you have to picture it in your mind and reach inside yourself the the glowing pool and BAM it works?

Too many, apparently.

But really, if I don't believe this, what do I have? I just exist, like everyone else, with nothing special about me, with no fire inside. I don't want to be like that, even if it means that I am lying to myself. I just can't not believe, because if it is true, then it will never happen. As long as there is a chance I will believe.

Even if it's not me, I still believe. Maybe I don't have the magic word, or maybe I just don't have the magic, but I believe that there is someone out there who does. I can't let that go.

I can't let it go, or else there's no hope.

J

Boredom: A state of being bored; tedium.

I, my dears, am so absolutly, completely bored, it is unimaginable for your poor, simple little minds.

You see, I havn't anything to read, and havn't had anything to read for quite some time. There is nothing left to do. Facebook is a bore. I am no good at phone conversations, and there isn't even any point in emailing S because she has Theatre until 9 tonight.

Okay. That's it.

J

This is a book, you open it. See, these are words..." She says, explaining the process of reading to her 9th grade english class.... true.

Okay,
So apparently I am the only nerd in my english class who has read "Cue for Treason" before being assigned it in class. What? Its a good book! It has girls pretending to be boys illegly, plots and mysteries, and Shakesphere (?)!

What more could a complete history geek ask for?

Which just proves the point of my nerdiness. Oops.

Another thing that happened today: my teacher caught me making my "Hogwarts" powerpoint today in BBT. I just work on it when I finish all the work she assigns, which is spectacularly easy. It was formerly titled "Why Slytherin is the Best House", until today when I figured that I should just talk about all of the houses, since I was doing that anyway.

So, getting back to the story, she yells "J, what are you doing!" Not in a you-may-set-something-on-fire shout, not even in a you-are-in-so-much-trouble shout, but a you-strange-child,-explain-your-thinking kind of way.

This was our dialouge:

"J, what are you doing!?" (realized after that it needs a question mark...again, oops)

"Uh...making a powerpoint....?" (in my best uh-oh-crazy/mad-child-eating-teacher-on-the-loose voice. Very quietly.)

"Is this for another class?" She boomed viciously, with a hint of curiousity sneaking into the undertones of her question.

I hestitated slightly. "No, its not."

She stood. "What is it for then?" I flinched at the sound of her voice, trying to think of a good excuse other than 'this class bores me to tears'.

"For...practice?"

She began to speak and I cringed. "Okay." She said, and we both went back to our respective tasks.

That was my odd day. Oh, and there was a fire drill in fifth.

Yay!!

J

So today is April 5th, the day after Easter.
I am so ready for summer. I hate spring; its just so wet. And of course I was the unlucky child to be born in the spring.

But today, even though it's wet, it is sunnier than heaven and just the perfect temperture. See, there are a few types of sunlight. I guess I'll explain them, although I need to go clean the bathroom.

So the first type is the sunrise. It is, I don't know, dark and kind of mysterious. You watch it and you feel all funny inside, like its something completely forgien and you don't understand it, which is ironic because it happens everyday.

Then there is pre-dew-melting sun. The sun that is in the sky and just risen, white and fresh, but it only lasts until the dew drys up. It is cool, like the night, yet bright like noon.

There is mid-morning sunlight. Fresh and yellow and daisy/butter cup-y.

more later. i've been cuaght and must go be cinderella once more.

J

So
I know I haven't posted in a long time, but in my defense, I have had a crazy couple of weekends. SB totally saps my energy; this is the first time in two weeks I have slept later than 6. :(

Sooo....I have nothing to say, except that I am waiting for my stupid (i love you...:P) brother to get out of the shower so I can watch make-up tutorials in the bathroom. I have my own bathroom, and I actually have a vanity where I do all my make-up, but I'm not aloud to use the internet down stairs, which means no youtube....:(

yeah. thats it.
more later

J

so
so
so
I don't feel any older. I feel...the same, and slightly more depressed. Actually, my birthday is always depressing for me because I hate change, and getting older is a big change. I guess it's that I'm scared of change. Everything is, if not good, at least bareble. If things change then there is a chance that it can get betterm but also a chance that it could get worse. I am a coward and not particularly willing to take that chance.

I am watching friends right now anc can't keep my mind on this. I'll post *later*.

J

Grahhhh!!!

It is part of our culture, part of our daily life. It has been there through break-ups, marriages, even deaths. It reaches farther then any other form of communication, across the oceans and into the skyline. It draws people together and pulls them apart. It can be a blessing, or a curse. It impacts you more than you ever thought it could. It is Facebook.

It was created by a guy named Mark Zuckerberg and his buddies while they were in Harvard. But really, I’m not going to talk about the invention of Facebook, or the way it affects our lives, or even about how many people are on it. No, I’m going to tell you some things about Facebook that annoy me. Now that you know what I’m talking about the introduction makes more sense, right? I have Facebook, and am on it everyday. I enjoy Face book, but some things just get on my nerves.

One of the most annoying things you can do on Facebook is poking. There is a little box in your sidebar that will say “this person has poked you; poke them back!” That is all it is. Basically, it tells you that someone has poked you, and then you can poke them back. The same little box will pop up in their sidebar. There is absolutely no point. I actually think that it was created to be pointless and annoying.

Another thing is groups that you can join on Facebook that are called ‘everyone love so-and-so’ or ‘everyone hates so-and-so’, or similarly named. The hate groups are not so much annoying as hurtful. This is called cyber bullying and if you join these groups you could really be hurting someone. The love groups are, in simple terms, a popularity contest and usually created and run by the same person whose name is in the title.

Thirdly is when people send you hundreds of apps. App is short for applications, which are things like games and other accessories that you can add and use. Usually when you go to add them it will say “select 15 (or another number) people to send this app to!” When you go into your notifications box, which is where you get messages telling you what is new, what emails you have, etc., there is always tons of notifications for things you don’t want or even care about. It clutters up your box and takes a long time to delete.

The final, singular most annoying thing on Facebook is over-posting. When people update their statuses so often it is like reverse stalking. For example “going o the grocery store.” “Getting in the car.” “Driving.” You may think I am exaggerating. I’m not. There are actually people who do this. Or post depressing song lyrics that just ruin you day when you read them. So what if you “just got out of the shower; going to a piece of toast before heading to work”? No one cares. That is why its annoying; because no one wants to know every little detail of your life. They have their own lives to deal with.

Hello!! (Loh...oh...oh...)
Nothing particularly exciting has happened since we last spoke. Funny, I put talked, then erased it. Is that good grammer, I ask you? Maybe it's just something we say. I don't know where you live, but something I've recently noticed that people around here say is "I seen". I mean, I knew that they said that before now, but I really just noticed now. Something else I've recently noticed that even I say is "whereabouts?". Not as is someones whereabouts, but as in "whereabouts did you leave it?" Now, I don't know if that is proper grammer anywhere, but I honestly can't think of another word to replace it. In some instances 'where' could be substituted, but in others, the only word to use is 'whereabouts'.

I'm not quite sure why I'm talking about this. It's not really something that takes up part of my life, although maybe I do think about grammer more often then others. I make a specific point (or try to) to speak properly. It's not because I don't want people to think I'm a 'hick' or anything, really, what people think about me, I try not to let bother me. No, it's more of a personal choice. I want to speak properly because I want to be...successful. I don't want to speak like I don't know how to, because in job interviews I don't want to screw up and sound naive or unprofessional. I don't know. That's how I feel.

Really, that's not what I wanted to talk about today, but I've forgotten what the origional idea was, so I'll just go on with this.

One more thing. You may have notice that I speak kind of oddly. For example, using the word 'oddly' rather than 'weird', or using the word rather. I really do speak like this in life; most people who know me don't even notice it anymore. I don't speak like this all the time though. Just often.

Thats about it.

So....

WAIT!!

I've decided that my favorite closing is this:

Smiles!
J

P.S....isn't it great?

So to continue...
Now where did I leave off...? Oh, right, just before we left for rehersal.

At about 1 LG said that we would be leaving soon; LG and CG (not related) both are in the same show I'm in and as they're older, LG always drives. When we left KL I didn't talk very much. I wasn't very comfortable with the older youth group people until very recently and sometimes I prefer to just listen to them talk. I joined in soon though, and we had a rather enlightening debate about Christians drinking and Christians swearing or fake Christains.

Nothing particularly special happened at rehersal, except that I developed a liking for the word "spectacular". As that is true I suppose that I will take a moment to explain what I have privatly dubbed "The Group".

The Group consists of AR, LG, CG, LM, BJ, DF and JF. They all grew up together (except JF, but she married in) and are all ranging from the ages of about 25 to 17. Like I said, they've known each other since childhood. I had never really hung out with anyone at church before, and especially not them. Well, that's not quite true. I hung out with CC, but that is a whole other story. Anyhow, AR always treated me the same way he treats everyone else, and not like a little kid. And since I'm being completely honest I guess I have to put in that yes, I did have a crush on him at one point. I think it's because he has a little sister (she's younger than me). But I really never knew them, all of them, before this year.

I must go; more later.

I Think He Is Daft Also, But We Already Knew That.

Hey
I looked at the clock to tell you what time it is and it says 5:23 again. It is now Sunday; it has been a full day since I last spoke to you. Let me tell you what transpire in that day.

When we arrived at KL it was still dark and there were only two other people there. We set up, did the normal thing; I went around and put creamers on the table but one had leaked into the bag and my hand was very wet, cold and white. It wasn't until 8 the youth group showed up; right on time but far too late for me. I had been there two hours and the only thing anyone had said to me was "Will you put out the salt and pepper?" Borad (?) out of my mind.

When they finally arrived I nearly hugged them, and I told them the bit about no one talking to me. We all ate breakfast and AR and DF (I've decided to use both initials to lessen the confusion. All you need to know is that T, Q, B, and K is my bro, sis, mom, and dad, though for mom and dad I will probably say it is so. They will remain last-name-less) went and ran the dishwasher and everybody else set tables. There was another youth group there also, though I wouldn't call them a youth group exactly. They looked like they were in uni, though I always was bad at guessing ages. Anyway, the other youth group was busing tables while ours was setting them. Needless to say, setting is the best job, but, for some reason, the other group got first dibs and chose busing. I am wondering if they are daft.

I went to work at the desk where we sell raffle tickets. There are two desks; the front desk, which the KL staff run, selling tickets to the breakfast and also to the other activites, and then the desk, with the raffle tickets. Basically all you have to do is sit there and offer 50/50 tickets to people who walk by. Easy-smeeshy. I offered it first (there are always two at the table, whether for companies sake or to make sure one doesn't nick the goods, I'm not sure) to anyone who was good with math; I am in the advanced class and I can to algebra, but I cannot do simple addition or subtraction. AR said that he was terrible at it, but I think he just didn't want to spend the day listening to some incesint chatterbox, and also, he is a boy, and boys have this urge to actually do work. I mean, the good ones do. They don't feel as though they are working unless something aches by the end of the day. I am that way to, but not so much as I would pass up an awesome job. I think he may be daft also, but we already knew that. He offered it to AA and she said she hated math, but then I explained what she was denying and she nearly fought off anyone who said they wanted the job. I love AA.

After we finished eating we went and sat at the table. For 4 and 1/2 hours. Well, AA sat there longer, but I had to leave. I think that, all in all, we consumed, between us: 2 water bottles, 2 cans of Pepsi, 2 peices of pie (Except CG ate half of mine) and 3 peices of toast. Not too bad.

So we spent those 4 and 1/2 hours talking, treasing CG, being silly, singing along with the live, historic music, and selling the occaisonal ticket.

I must go and do it all over again, though I had really hoped to get my entire day in. I guess I'll just write when I get home tonight, as I won't be as late.

Smiles.
J

Hey babezes! (Bay-b-ces)
It is 5:23am and I am just being bored. Here is my day so far:

Woke up at 4:30. I was having a dream about something (I honestly don't remember) about maybe airplanes or taxis maybe when it when off, so I think it turned into an alarm in my dream. Anyhow, I woke up paniced, and when you wake up paniced, it is easy to get up. So I got up and stumbled over, turning off my alarm, gathered my clothes, and headed to shower (4:35).

Actually, I am suprisingly awake, considering what time it is and what time I went to sleep last night (sometime after 10:33...I just couldn't fall asleep so I turned the light back on and read until my eyes drooped. Shhh. Don't tell mom.). After I showered, praying that the dog (I have two dogs, Monty and Teddy. I don't see any harm putting their names on here; Monty sleeps with me and Teddy sleeps unstairs. They are both under 20 pounds and hypoallergenic [?]. We call Monty "Meathead") wouldn't bark, as I had locked him in my room, I dressed and stuff, and managed to get Monty upstairs quietly.

I tried to eat something, but I couldn't. There is a deep ache in my stomach, (you know the one when you wake up in the middle of the night? The one that won't let you go back to sleep? Yeah. That one.) which means that I am hungry, but eating just seems so disgusting right now. I now understand people who say that they can't eat in the morning. But I am taking the last muffin and I have other snacks, and besides, we're serving all day breakfast!

I pity the man (usually its a man) who comes, expecting to eat there, and doesn't realize that we don't get the food going for quite awhile. It makes me proud to know that I've been going to SB for longer than many of the members. I'll continue about my pride in a moment; I ought to describe what SB is.

SB is at KL every year (KL is a historical site; kind of like a walk-in museum that does camps in the summer and things. It's time period is about the 1800s, I think) KL gets out all of the horses and does sleigh rides, maple syrup on snow (though there isn't much of either this year), and other things. YSSR (Search and Rescue) always host an all-day breakfast as a fund raiser, and youth groups always help, along with other volunteers. My dad is (was?) the head manager of YSSR and I was born into it. Almost literally. I was born on a Friday night, 15 seconds before midnight, and my dad had to go to SB 4 hours later. I bet he got alot of sleep THAT night.

So to continue the other thought, I've been going since I was 7 or 8. T (my little brother, not to be confused with my friend T) okay, Tom. Tom has only begun coming this year. In fact, he, having no chores to do, is downstairs playing "Call of Duty" or something equally dumb. He is 11.

Well, it is 5:43 and I really must run, so I will try to post later, though it is unlikely. I'll show you my day:

4:30-wake up.
6:00-leave for SB
6:30-arrive at KL (where SB is held)
8:00-my youth group shows up (I have 2 youth groups; the other one with T and S and K is coming next week; this is the one with A and L)
8:30-we begin serving
1:00-L and I leave to go to reheasal (more about that in a later post)
2:30-we stop serving breakfast (I use "we" loosly. I will have already left with L; I actually have enough of I life this year that I can't be there the whole time)
6:00-we (my play...people?) eat supper
8:30-rehersal (?) ends
9:00-I get home

So that is my day; the one tomorrow is almost the same, only I don't have rehersal (?) so its a little less busy. Oh, and my sister, Q is coming and I've decided to let her help me for a couple hours. I really must go! we leave in 11 minutes.

J

My New Best Friend is a Sock Puppet

Hi Guys,
Sorry I didn't get a chance to update yesterday. Wednesday is always my busiest day of the week. I leave home a 7:00am and don't get home until 9:00pm. There were, however, somethings I wanted to talk about.

Beginning with the Sock Girl.

So I saw this girl yesterday who was, no joke, wearing a sock on her head. It was like, a hat or something, made to look like a sock. It was gray, and the hole where you slide your foot into was on her head like a touque (?) and the part where your toes to your heel goes was just kind of dangling. If you read this, Sock Girl, know that you are my hero. And email me. I want one of those hats.

So seeing Sock Girl got me thinking about other odd peices of winter clothing I have seen. S has mittens made to look like cats. I have a Slytherin scarf/mittens. Other than that, I don't really know of any other weird clothing objects. If you have one, again, email me, and send a picture. You will have your picture posted as picture of the week. :)

J

Hey
Do you ever get super restless, like you know you want to do something but you don't know what to do, or things don't satisfy your (for lack of a better word) hunger? That happens to me all the time. I will be like "I want to read something" but there is no story to suit my mood. Then I'll be like "Well then, I'll write the story I want to read" but that requires too much thinking.

Or, like now, its not late enough that I can go to bed unembaressed, or actually fall asleep, so I have nothing to do. I feel all jittery like there is something I ought to be doing but I can't figure it out. When I was younger and I felt like this my mom would make me run around our house until I was tired enough to go to bed. No joke. But as its winter I really don't feel like trying that now...

I should be tired. I got an hour and a 1/2 less sleep last night then I usually do (partly do to time change and partly to me being dumb and watching Heartland when I should have been turning out the light). I also got up early this morning, had school, walked to the office, came home, peeled potatos, ran on the elliptical machine for a half hour, helped the chillins with homework, washed Q's hair, took a shower and have been on here for about 1-2 hours.

Oh...now I have to go to bed. I'll just daydream (what? does that make sense?) until I fall asleep.

G'night
J

If You Can't Drive Get Off The Road

'ello luv,
So(<-- tee hee!), today when I was walking (I walk everyday, to dad's office from school) I was crossing a street. Well, kind of. There is this place where you turn in to the strip mall and I was crossing there. Now, the way the lights work is when the walk light goes, so does the light for people to turn in. So I was walking, just minding my own business, when this guy, who didn't have his turning signal on (driving offence #1) tried to turn into where I was walking (driving offence #2- the pedestrian ALWAYS has the right away). And then when he saw that I was there, he raised his arms in a "what the h are you doing?" kind of way, like it was my fault. Um, hello? It was MY cross light too! And the light was on.

I mean, come on. If you can't drive, stay off the road, and if you're a jerk, stay home!

Simple as that.

So I've been trying to love the guy, because that's what the bible says to do. "Turnth thy other cheek" and "Blesseth those who cutteth you off" you know, the whole shebang. So I prayed that he would have a good day, and that his wife wasn't leaving him or whatever.

Needless to say, I'm not very good at this, but I don't hold it against him. I didn't give him the finger, curse him, kick his bumper or even stick my tounge out at him (mostly because I was too zoned out to notice what was going on until 5 seconds after it happened). But still, I think I did responded in a Christianly manner by walking away, whatever the reason.

So there is my interesting thing of the day. Oh, and I saw this old(ish) lady driving without steering because her hands were behind her head. And no, she wasn't steering with her knees, she was literally JUST PRESSING THE GAS!!

okay, now thats it.
J

Things That Bug Me (Pet Peeves, If You Will)

I have never been good at "Top 10" lists, but I just figured I'd tell you some things that get on my nerves.
1.whistling
2.cracking joints
3.people startling me-on purpose
4.when someone drinks all of the juice and puts the container back in the fridge
5.people waking me up early for no good reason

I had one more big one but I can't remember it now. I guess I'll go watch House M.D. :)

J

Tonight is the Night

Hello my PRETTIES!!
My day was pretty good. Got up, forgot about the time change so was *almost* late. My home room teacher is completely insane. I mean, not a little bit, not half, but COMPLETELY insane. She doesn't even know what she's saying half the time. Last week I hurt my knee in gym class (long story which I don't feel like going into--maybe some other time) and was on crutches. After 2 days I decided that I felt well enough to go without them and, my parents, used to this, agreed, but insisted that I take my crutches with me incase by the end of the day I need them. So I did.

My father drives me to school everyday and he walked me in and carried my bag so I could manage the crutches, and once we discovered that they wouldn't fit in my locker, we decided to ask her (My homeroom teacher) if I could leave them in the classroom and get them if I needed them. She agreed and he left.

When the bell rang and I went to sit in my seat (by my best friend T) she (Mrs.M) says "Oh, no. You sit by the door. It'll be easier with the crutches."

I figured she had forgotten. "Oh, I'm not using them today." I told her. "I just brought them incase I needed them."

"No no no! I don't want your parents coming in here and saying that I was encouraging you not to use them."

"My mom said I didn't have to use them." I said, and we argued for about five minutes until I finally said "My parents said I don't have to use them!" Rather loudly.

"Fine." She said, like I was being the illogical one. "Sit by the door; you know you're not supposed to talk during the announcements.

My mom, upon hearing this, only agreed and replied with "I can't believe you have her for the next four years. At least you have T."

So that is the truth about my illogical, irksome, idiotic HR teacher.

Going to eat!
J

Eat My Ducks!! Wait-- I Meant Dust.

Hello My Ducks

I have done so much stuff I have been wanting to do it is amazing. I finally created and posted a new video on you tube (I'll put the link here!), posted on here, wrote a new chapter of "Sometimes I Dream of You Too" (my Severus Snape story on FanFiction) and made some important emails.

That has been may day so far:

Got up at 7:52; showered, yadda yadda yadda. Went to church and teased A about how I was the worship team's fanclub of 1 (A drums for the worship team). Had church and stuff. Came home and wrote another chapter of my story, posted here, and then ate lunch. Practiced singing & piano, then started making this awesome, coolio Merlin video to the song "Crystal Ball" by Pink. Ate supper and decided, once and for all, to become a vegitarian. Finished said video. Read the cutest Rangers Apprentice FanFic ever. And now here I am.

I'm going to go practice guitar and then watch Heartland in bed, then go to bed. School tomorrow!!!

Only 10 days until my birthday, the 24th of March.

J

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qey5k2zxowM
Story: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5804427/1/Sometimes_I_Dream_of_You_Too

The Second Post

So Hey Guys...

I realized I say "so" alot. Just a random thing I thought I'd mention. So (lol) I am going to see Taylor Swift in P.E.I. on July 10th and I'm totally pumped. Here is how I, the most unlucky being ever, came to be the proud owner of a TS ticket:

So T, K, and S were all over to my house for my birthday (which isn't actually for another 10 days, but I'm busy for the next few weekends and...yeah, you get the point), when T said that TS tickets were to go on sale the next day. At which point K and S came in with "You have to buy the tickets right away---" And "They've sold out in a minute before---" and so on. So (there it is again!) the next morning she called her mom and told her to go buy tickets. I was stuck between going and maybe not going because I was supposed to council at a camp, and then go to camp, and we didn't know the dates yet. But seeing as it was a once in a lifetime chance, I took it and said I was going.

Her mom called back an hour later when we were laying on the deck and said she had got the tickets and that T's older cousin may be going with us. I am as excited to just be going on vacation with them as I am for the concert.

T, S, K, T's little brother and sister, her cousin, and her parents and I will all be driving to PEI July 10th and staying in a cabin across from Cavendish Beach together, and it may even have 2 floors, if she can book that one. We will be swimming and sunning and being cool.

I can't wait!

More later.

J

The First Post

So this is the first post on my new blog. It's- mind blowing. It's- insane making. It's- incredible. It's- who am I kidding? It's pretty much crap.

Okay, so I'll admit, I am only making this post so I can do the font colors and stuff. I havn't put much thought into what I was going to say, nor what I am saying right now. I've made this be sent to lots of people, many who I am sure don't want to hear it. I just kind of wanted to get the word out, since my last blog, which existed for 2 years, had only 1 person read it regularly.

Well, anyway, I think I've got enough to go on. Hopefully the next post will be better, you know, when I'll have something to actually talk about.

Oh, one more thing;

Have you ever noticed that orange nerds leave a blood-like (metalic) after taste in your mouth?

J