Another letter

Dear you,

It was really cool of you to offer to come to my place when our original plan would not work. It was also really cool that you not only came to my house, but you talked to my family (all 7 of them) without being like "oh jeez, these people are annoying." And I just wanted to let you know, the consensus was that you were a "nice" and "sweet" boy, and also "a great guy". Although papa did say "he's a bit thin though. You'll have to feed him!" (but he still liked you, despite your lack of muscular bulk) And also when I bridged the subject of you possibly driving with me in the car someday, mother actually said "I'd consider it." Please note: just won't even let me ride with my best friends. Feel special. And my dad saying you could come back anytime?! He pretty much chased the last guy out of the house.

Your sweater deserves a paragraph of it's own, because my thoughts seem to linger on it as I run through the events of the past seven and a half hours. I loved it. It was possibly the best sweater with character I have ever seen. You were right, the whole shapeless sweater thing looked pretty cool on you, and I'm glad you didn't go with your sister's suggestion. You've inspired me to make a thrift store run in the near future and get myself one. It's not the same, of course, but I figure that if you can pull it off, I can pull it off slightly less well, yet pull it off all the same.

I realized as you were walking out the door that I should have said something like "call me when you get home," because that is what a caring buddy would do. And now that I've brought up buddy, I think that we can go to being actual friends now. Because buddy is too light a term for this awesome friendship.

Well, I'm rambling, and tired, and have a lot of my mind, and homework to do, and volunteering early tomorrow morning. But I guess what I wanted to get across was that I'm really, really glad you came over. And for like, the 10th time today, I say: we have to do it again. And hopefully not wait another 3/4 months or whatever it was. Maybe lunch, maybe a football game, where we can watch FOOTBALLERS tackle and stuff. I don't know. But we just have to do it again.

I'm off to bed now, but not before running through that one file of pictures, what was it called again? Oh yeah, 'this folder proves I am a stalker'. Nice.

Best wishes & love & peace & all that good stuff,
Jess

A new blog post

in which Jessica talks about the fact that she can't keep it in her parts (among other things).


So, yeah, it's been a while, I know. But I really didn't have any inspiration for a while. And now I do. So here goes another post about my tragic love life.

First off, it's not so tragic. It's fine. I have tons of guy friends, and I could probably make a few of them into "something more" (at different time, mind you). But it's just that I guess I'm... Young and naive. I can't handle coed friendships without seeing something more, and most of the time, wanting it. Which really sucks.

So there's a few guys, currently, and I'm very... Conflicted. There's bachelor #1, who's mysterious, gorgeous, and all together the perfect guy. Any mom would LOVE him. But the big problem with him is that his mysteriousness makes him seem distant. And there's bachelor #2, who is adorable, hilarious, and all together amazing. He's a terrific writer, and well, adorable. Problem? I think he has a thing for my friend, and she just naturally flirtatious, so it probably seems like she returns these emotions. So that makes me sad. Bachelor #3? He's probably the one that would be easiest to "get". He's sweet, funny, and shows interest in me. Which is kind of rare, I must admit. And did I mention he's funny? Bachelor #4 might as well not be in this list. Nothing's going to happen. Ever. And I just need to GET OVER IT. And bachelor number 5? He's kind of a last minute addition. Almost an afterthought, but don't let that skew your picture of him. He's nice, pretty cute, and just generally cool. I don't see anything, but I'm not ruling them out.

BUT - there is one HUUUUUGE problem with all these guys. They're kind of my co-workers. Which really rules anything out, because really, how bad would that be? TO get together, break up, and then have to see eachother in a small group daily. Very bad.

So the moral of the story is that i need to keep it in my pants, and realize that GUYS ARE FRIENDS, NOT PEICES OF MEAT TO CHOOSE FROM.

hahahaha, i love myself.
how's your life going?

Homecoming

Homecoming was fun. A ton of fun. I didn't have a date, I didn't slow dance, but I did have fun. And that's all that matters.

I did just about everything on my list, which is good. And if anyone emails me the pictures, I'll put some up so you can see my dress. It was fab. All my friends said I won the pretty dress competition.

Ugh, I'm so tired I don't even know what I'm typing. So I'll leave you before things get incoherent.

BUT - no-eye-contact-guy was there!! BUT - he left after like, two hours. RIGHT BEFORE I GOT TO ASK HIM TO DANCE.

I'm still pissed.

Ugh.

Alrighty then

Today is Homecoming. And I am going.

Dateless, but still going. And I'm going to have a blast.

But, because I know you all just want to know EVERYTHING that I'll be doing, I'm making you a list!

1. Do homework. And do it fast. I'll be out all night, and then REALLY EARLY tomorrow I have to do horse stuff because they switched my class times. Urgh.
2. Eat something small. Like waffles.
   
3. Put on some real clothes (not showering yet, my friend wants to do my hair for the dance,and if i wash it and let it dry now, it'll be messed up by the time I'm over there) and go buy some shoes to wear (yikes, late, i know)
4. Come home, finish any homework I did not yet do.
5. Eat something small again. Like a salad or fruit.
6. Paint nails (finger and toe) to match dress. (toe depending on if I wear open toed shoes) Most likely black and blue.
   
7. Gather dress, make up supplies, brushes, shoes, music, etc. into one large tote. (excluding dress)
   
8. Take a shower. Blow dry hair. Pray that my subtle tan lotion has some effect on my vast whiteness. (ACTUALLY, off topic, but the other day I was talking to my friend Kevin, and I was saying "Oh, or Alaska, it would be cool to live there." and then I remember that Palin is Gov. and so I go, "Oh, but Palin's there. And she would probably shoot me." and he's like "Whaaaa-?" and I'm like "Like a polar bear. DON'T SHOOT! I'M NOT THAT WHITE!" and he cracked up. Good times in History class.)
9. Want to, but restrain from putting on a layer of subtle make up. Because most likely someone will want to do that, too.
10. Have mom drive me to my friend Laura's and get all girled up. Be told "Oh, STOP IT Jessica" at least three times for saying something like "But it's that a little... fancy?" or "But can't I just wear it down?" or "WHY CAN'T I WEAR JEANS!?"
    
11. Get driven to Olive Garden, sit at a table with both my friends who have dates, and the one's who don't.
12. Feel jealous, but not show it.
13. Get over jealousy because their dates are either friends or jerks.
14. Eat pasta. Probably spill on my $100 dress. Why Italian? Why?
15. Get driven to the Country Club.
16. Dance, and be merry. Except for slow songs. Then be sad and brooding.
    
17. Make a fool of myself with my inability to dance. (Can you say Elaine?)
18. End of dance (midnight) , and get driven to Dairy Queen.
19. Be loud and obnoxious, and order fries to make up for small meals through the day.
20. Get driven back to Laura's, pick up my clothes, and go home.
21. Sleep for a maximum of... 5-6 hours.
    
22. Go do horse stuff!!!!!!! YAY TROTTING! (Aka, me running along side horse who wants to rip my arm off. FUN STUFF!)
23. No, I'll actually have a great time, and I think lessons end early. So I'll go home and sleep some more. And do any left over homework.
    

I'll get back to you tomorrow to tell you what I did off my list....

<3

another pointless blog post

with little to no real content.

but as I was walking home today, i was feeling a bit ill. because i wasn't feeling very good this morning but i still went to school (and ran 1 1/4 miles thank you very much)and i was pretty much in that mood where you want to curl up and die.

BUT THEN i turned on my mp3 player and listened to Kate Nash's Foundations, and i felt 100% better.

it was a miracle.

AND now i'll take up space with some of my fave loldogs:

The author of this blog is classy.

Not.

Or so says my good (best) guy friend.

Because: (and I want all of your feedback on this, do you agree/disagree with me, or my friend? And why)(wow, that sounds like an essay test question, haha)

I found out that a mutual friend of ours (mine and HG's) was wiling to pass on the message/hint that I liked him. And said mutual friend is a guy, so that is a bonus, because it won't be a chick who goes "OHMYGOD HG! Jessica totally thinks you're dreamy! Do you like her!?!?"

Now, in my world (yes, I live in a separate world) that is perfectly acceptable. I think it gives with the liker and the likee a kind of safety net. If the likee says no, the liker does not have to experience the rejection first hand, and the liker does not have to feel bad or pressured by the liker asking them.

And if the likee does like the liker, then there isn't much problem, the message gets back to the liker, and everything goes relatively smoothly.

So, here's my question: is it not classy/weird of me to think that this is an acceptable practice? I mean, people do it all the time, right?

Right?!

haha, nice.

Jessica --

[noun]: A master of storytelling

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

You have got to be kidding me...

So my computer started acting up a few days ago, so a tech savvy friend came over to fix it up, AND ENDED UP DELETING MOZILLA FIREFOX. Aka, where EVERYTHING is for me.

But I fixed it, so it's cool again. Phew.
And some creeper is IMing me on Facebook. Great.

BUT- I had a bit of inspiration to blog abotu today, and it is -you guessed it!- a new guy.

So before you all say the inevitible, "Jeez Jessica, you are such a ho-bag! Can't you stick to liking one guy! GIRD YOU LOINS GIRL!" Remember the whole 'falling out of like' going on.

But here's the scoop on the guy. We are going to call him HG (husky guy), don't ask why, we just are. And I met him at the homecoming game, though I've known him since 7th grade. And because the game was packed, we ended up smashed together on the bleacher, which i thought was nice. AND I would have to say that I actually made a move, not in the physical sense, but in the sense that I tried really hard to make my intentions (jeez, what is this? 1883?)clear. And he sat with me during half time (because you stand for the rest of the game, which was news to me when i went to the first game) and we watched the fireworks and guessed what shape the band was trying to make. (they made pyramids and temples and stuff because our HC theme is Egypt based)

But, as always with me love life, someone has to throw a wrench into the plan. One of my BFFLs just happens to like him as well (can we get any more preteen? I SAW HIM FIRST! WELL... I CALLED HIM!) And so when I leaned across a mutual friend to tell said bffl that I liked this guy, it became a screaming match. Luckily, he had gone to stand with his friends at this point.

Now, mind you, I am not a really violent person. I avoid conflict because I may look big and tough, but I'm a softy. So I was rather pleased that I held my own in this screaming match (which ended with one of our guy friends picking her up around the waist and carrying her down the stairs to wait for her to cool off. I see it as a victory).

Don't get your feathers ruffled though, I know, I know "chicks before sticks/dicks/whatever you want to use that works". The argument really ended with me whining "but you could have any guy you want, can't you leave this one for me?" and her saying that she thought she was going to die when she was carried down the stairs, and us hugging. So I think I've won, but I'm not sure. She has two classes with him, and I have none. So this is tricky. Maybe I'll get her to side with me and help hook us up.

Sigh.

How is your weekend going?

Lets talk about...

Well, again, I find myself without much to talk to you about. But today I decided to type in complete sentences with actual capital letters and punctuation. I feel rather proud of my decision.

So, I decided that because no one (with four lovely exceptions) reads my blog, I get get a bit more personal. Not like creepy personal, like... MY CELL NUMBER IS ### ### ####! kind of personal, but I'm going to let y'all in on a secret. I live in Washington state, in the Seattle area.

I KNOW, I KNOW, WOW. Now you can all stalk me and do whatever you feel like. Whatever.

But, the reason is because I wanted to talk about trying to find a way to go and see John & Hank Green on the... 28th? I dunno, but I'm really excited that they will be here, and I'm going to try to get there.

In other, more relevant news, today is my school's Homecoming game. And of course, as a SUPER FAAAAAN I have to go, and dress up, and be awesome. And I'm really excited about it. Because I love going to football games. I used to be like, "ugh, who wants to go watch a bunch of guys run into each other for hours?" But now I get that it's a social thing, and I love it.

Another thing I wanted to bring up, I'm going to try (try being the key word) to film, edit and post a video this weekend (we have tomorrow off so I have a free day). And I don't know what it will be, but I am thinking it'll either be vloggy or artsy. Still thinking about that.

And for those (the two) of you commented about my last post saying that i was going to try and make my move? Didn't really happen. I may seem peppy and exciting on YouTube, but I'm pretty laid back and quiet irl. And he is EVEN more quiet and laid back, so you can see how this is a problem. And I may be falling out of like with him, but I'm not 100% sure.

UGH. It's 2:47 and I'm heading over to Tex's house to go to the game at 5:45. That's forever. UGH. Well, I guess it gives me more time to get spirited.

Ah well, what are your weekend plans?

So

I freaked out today because Rohan (robofiillet) commented me. Which goes against his last post on the non-existence of youtube fame. But if you read this, the comment was very well received, please feel free to leave another!

And i have two words that describe today. Shot down. No details, because it's a messy topic.

But about no-eye-contact-guy... I think I'm going to make a move tomorrow... Wish me luck!

xx
Jess

wow

it's been a while. sorry people.

so i AM going to homecoming now. 100% for sure. am going dress shopping today in fact. and getting a hair cut. so i'll be busy. but i just wanted to give you a bit happier post than i did last.

and i have a topic (OMG A POST WITH SUBSTANCE!) to talk about. bad news for someone else that = good news for you. an example would be like... the guy that asked you to homecoming (before your crush could) gets sick the night before and you get to go with your crush. guy #1 will be feeling lousy, but you still get to go with your crush. bad news for him, good news for you.

but sometimes i'll be in this situation, and i'll realize what s bad thing it is to be happy about someone's unhappiness, especially if it's a friend.

i b4ing this up because a little while ago, i got someone's bad newss, and it made me unbelievably happy. which sucks, really. because i know for sure this person is unhappy, and i'm rather gleeful.

OH, and this is for all you guys out there:

AXE DOES NOT SMELL GOOD. EVER. STOP BUYING IT.