My dream husbands

i guess it's just the sweet little American girl that i was raised as, but i wish i could marry a crooner. i don't know what it is about Bing, but he always held so much promise to me. he was always smooth, always knew what to say. he always looked polished and neat, he could pull off that pipe, too. he didn't look like some boy trying out daddy's pipe, he was just the pipe smoking type.

and that voice, it was so him. some of those guys you you heard their voices and then saw their picture and you were like, 'wow, that's the guy with the amazing voice?' but with Bing, he looked like his voice. You could picture him sitting there at the piano, singing something he had just whipped up. (then again, we saw him do just that in about every movie he was in) he had those dashing good looks, the perfect voice, the right clothes, the smooth way with the ladies. yeah, Bing was a pretty perfect dude. it's not surprising that he's still stealing hearts beyond the grave. with movies like White Christmas and Holiday Inn still being holiday staples (at least in my family), I expect him to keep doing just that for many years to come.




and there's also this guy. Richard Bernard “Red” Skelton. i'm a sucker for a funny guy, and Red is one of my all time favorites. his show gives me some of my best inspiration when it comes to comedic improv. another good looking guy, he was more entertaining than about half of today's TV shows combined. he also seemed like a guy you would love to sit down and have a conversation with, like you would be too busy rolling on the ground laughing to keep up your end, but you'd always walk away feeling like you really got something out of it.




And so there was my post of substance. I've been getting in the holiday spirit and both Bing and Red are popular in my family, so I'm seeing two of my best boys rather frequently recently. But it just goes to show what has happened in our society. it was Andy Warhol who said "Everyone will be famous for 15 minutes." and that has, sadly in some cases, become true. But I'm proud to be part of a society that can still admire the oldies and see that there used to be really people with real talent. None of these disgusting reality TV stars that are popping up more and more often. But luckily Mr. Warhol was right, and they die off rather quickly.

So here's to you, old movie and television stars. Thanks for being so terrific. Thanks for giving me something to look back on and say, 'if it happened once, it can happen again.'

Hope you guys are all getting in the holiday spirit. Have a hot cocoa and pop in some of Bing's holiday stuff, and know that I'm here, wishing you the best.

xx

Fail.

Today, this is not Jessica's Crazy Opinions, or whatever it is this thing is called. This is the FAIL Blog : Jessica Edition.

Because lately my life has been a fail. Not saying it hasn't been good, but it just hasn't been the way I would usually like it.

First off, NaNoWriMo. Yeah, still at the same 1,909 word count or whatever I said last time. Next year, maybe I'll be more focused. But I had a really good story idea, so I'll work on that through the next year, see how it goes.

Secondly, school in general. Apart from newspaper, which is like a safe haven from the craziness of the world. I'm doing fine is school, acceptable grades, not getting in any trouble, etc. but I'm just not.... Into it. I know, shocking, right? That a teenager would not be into school. It's a flipping revelation! But I usually quite like school. It's just, hmmm. I don't know.

BUT, on the WIN side of life:

Newspaper is amazing. We had a "love circle" yesterday where we just tossed a ball around and complimented each other. I love that kind of heart to heart stuff, so i had fun.

And I've got some cool new friends. Which is always a plus.

And Charlie isn't gone. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!



xx
jess

Have I posted yet today?

Because I seriously can not remember. And I'm not going to check, because I am feeling lazy.

Here's what's up:

I filmed some stuff today. But my editing software has disappeared. And it was shaping up to be an interesting/artsy type video (which Charlie would have approved of.)

SPEAKING OF WHICH; CHARLIE IS GONE!!!?!?!?!!!!!!

This makes me sad. More sad than you know. Because it does not matter that I never met her in person, nor will I ever, but she was the first real commenter on my blog. And she left really nice comments, and we exchanged writing pieces once. And she was there to talk me through a really confusing time.

And now her blog is gone. After she slowly started to drift away. And in a way, it's like losing contact with a childhood friend. You know you can live without them, because all you really did was learn how to count and how tie your shoes, together, but you really don't want to let them go. Because even if you can go on, you've still lost something.

And now I know that like, one person will read my blog. Which isn't really the point, but it was really cool knowing someone was willing to read it and put a good amount of thought into a really nice, long comment.

Really, it kind of kills a bit of my will to blog. But this isn't the straw that will break the camel's back. I can recover from this.

But still. No one likes losing a friend.
I miss you, Charlie. =[

Wouldn't life be better

if you were a puppy?

All you would do is sleep, eat, and play.
And everyone would love you. No one would send mixed signals. No one would be out of your league. No one you know would life a million miles away.

It would be so easy.

But you aren't a puppy. You're a person. Like me.

Darn.

TGIF!

Sweet. A 3 day week this week. I loved it.

And I got to know one of my newspaper guys better. Two of them actually (playaaaaaa).

But this weekend I want to make a video. (HA! how many times have you heard that?) Because my camera is charged and I have some ideas. YAY!

Possibly filming outside if it's nice enough. Hmmmmm.... Or possibly filming outside if it isn't nice. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm....

Any weekend plans?

Jokes

Take a trip with me down memory lane.

Remember being a kid again.

Five, maybe six or seven.

Do you remember all those jokes you used to tell? The ones with the obviously punchlines that made you laugh until you cried, and made your parents and friends giggle along?

Remember this joke? "Why was six afraid of seven? Because seven eight nine!" Do you remember hearing it for the first time, thinking that it was the most awesome thing you had ever heard?

I miss that.

I miss my frivolous childhood and those little giggles that punctuated silences that were never awkward. I miss telling jokes without a hint of sarcasm, just for the pleasure of the person receiving it. I miss jokes that were not intended to hurt someone, that don't end in "your mom!"

I miss jokes that are funny.

I miss jokes that don't make you think. My current favorite is like a history lesson in a snappy format.

Q: "If two wrongs don't make a right, what do two rights make?"
A: "An airplane."

Because in this joke, the second 'right' is to be taken as 'Wright' as in the aviators.

Why can't things just be funny these days? Why can't they just BE.

16 and I've already lost my childhood.

Fabulousity at it's best

So recently, my life has been good (contrary to my last post, which was not about me. sorry for any confusion.). My social life is booming, my academic life is... Well, academic. And mentally, I'm more than 80% stable. Which is pretty fabulous.

So here's a recap of things that have recently happened in my life that I've been too lazy to blog about;

I had a massive project on Italy, the first in my advance/IB history class, and so I was pretty much spending every moment at home working on it. And then I could not find the right outfit to wear for the presentation, and I did my presentation notes last minute, and my PowerPoint slides would not work with my partner's, etc. But In the end, my stress and hard work paid off, because I got an A. Which I am very, very happy for.

General Twilight pandemonium. A ton of the guys at my school have been reading them, as well as us girls, and I've been having more and more really interesting discussions with them. They point out all kinds of things I did not notice.

The Green Mile (based on Stephan King's serial mini-series (or whatever you call it) The Green Mile) was on TV, and it's the only one of his movies that I like. So I got the book at my library, and am reading it. And it's really really good so far. Yay!

NaNoWriMo hasn't actually been going so well. I plod along, not making my word count, but I'm still having fun. I might not win this year, but I'll try again next time. My plot is still very, very, very hazy.

The second issue of my school paper is in the works, and I got assigned the story I really wanted (The Negative Effect of Video Games on Society) and it's... Coming along. It's due Wednesday, which brings up the next good thing...

Four day weekend! Thank you Veteran's Day!

I've been talking to Ben (of the 1107 variety) a bit more recently. That's always really nice, if not a tad bit depressing.

Dan (co writer of my other blog. well, he would be if he actually POSTED now and then!) came over again, and we hung out and were awkward and ate salad (some of us more than others) and walked around my neighborhood and talked about Monty Python a lot. He's a pretty rockin' dude.

Possibly the best one:
One of my best friends turned 16, and her birthday party was at a dance studio, for open swing dance lessons. It was possibly the most fun I have had in a long, long time. Because I was a 'follower' (aka chick), I rotated around the circle, dancing with every guy in the class. Sometimes this was cool, when there would be a guy who I could laugh with about how much I sucked at swing dancing, and not so cool when I had to dance with this older creeper type guy who wouldn't take his eyes off my face. Which is probably the best place he could keep them though...

And after the 1/2 hour lesson, it was just free-dance time from 8:30 to midnight. Which was terrific. I danced with all the guys in our group, and got picked up and dipped so low my feet left the ground. And I taught all the guys the girl's part, which they enjoyed. The best part though, was when the dance instructor just randomly came up and asked me to dance. And obviously, he was super good at it, but he was so good that it actually made me look good. And I had a blast dancing with him, and he said I was a very good at 'improving as a follower' because he would do all kinds of tricky moves and i guess I just followed his lead well. I'm totally going back and bringing more friends. It was really, really, really fun.

But yeah. I think that's all I needed to update. I'll try to do it more often...

How can a person...

How can a person feel so happy, and still be so sad?
How can a person who does not believe in God be so afraid of hell?
How can a person you've never met make such a huge difference in your life?
How can a person you know far too well make such a small difference?
How can somone not care what direction their country goes in?
How can a person have no clue where they want to go one day, and have life mapped out the next?
How can a person be so infatuated, and yet not want anything from them?
How can a person have so many questions, and not want answers?

NaNoWriMo

If you need inspiration to write, my advice is to listen to that. I have had it on repeat for the past two hours.

But I can't talk much today. A combination of NaNoWriMo and school have me pretty busy. NaNoWriMo (national novel writing month) has taken place for the past ten years, and this will be my first. It's a month long even in which you write a 50,000 word novel. And if you 'win' aka, finish, you get a certificate. It's awesome. So far, my plot is going everywhere, but that's OK. It's gonna be awesome.

And secondly, Halloween was bomb sauce. I went trick-or-treating (at 16, hellz yeah!) and got a ton of candy.

Well, I have to finish my 1,667 words for the day. I'll get back to you whne i have a more defined plot, maybe I'll even give you a snippet. Hmmmm...

Cheers.