Jess Says "What?" David Says "Phew!
Sunday, December 21, 2003
Oh, by the way. Things with Kyle = Good. I got a new journal. A real journal. Bye bye Blog.
- Jessica C., Professional Spinster
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
So college sucks big time right now.
Depressing thing about college #1: I'm leaving. Yes, I'm excited to be going to Buffalo, but I don't want to leave Kyle.
Depressing thing about college #2: My grades aren't as good as I told myself they were going to be. (Enter John Mayer quote about the Louisiana Purchase and Trapper Keepers... possibly something about him measuring his penis with the folder. "Next year.") I mean, my grades are good. Better than most other people, but I hold such high standards for myself. I promised myself at least a 3.6 this semester and despite my anticipated 4.0 in English, I'll probably end up with a 3.0, maybe. Maybe a 2.8 - 2.9. I hope.
Depressing thing about college #3: My dorm bed is a piece of crap! I went to be at 11:00 last night. Freaking 11:00 and woke up at 7:00 -- Still groggy and tired! I blame this on my bed. At home I could go to bed at around 12:00-12:30 and wake up fine and dandy at 6:30-6:45. Now, my back hurts, I can't drag my ass out of bed in the morning because I'm always tired, and I find myself constantly dozing off for hours, then still being tired.
GAP Sux
Jess: my shirt just fell apart
BobLee(aka My Dad - but it turned out to be my Mom): jess
Jess: there was a lose string and i pulled it
Jess: BOOM, no sleeve
BobLee: what shirt
Jess: one of my gap shirts
Convo of the Day!
Jess: Ok, stupid
LiZz: Ok dumbass, you need to elaborate because of how much do you tell me to elaborate?
Jess: Do I have to say, "Ok, stupid because..."
...it was also funny when I had LiZz on speaker phone, and her mom started yelling that she was going to cut the cable cord so LiZz and here brothers couldn't get online anymore. Funny thing is, she didn't know LiZz was on the phone with me. HA!
I'm going to be big one day. I know it. I just have to get my shit together and write. I have to formulate a plot. That's all. And I actually have to do it. I can't just fucking sit here reading Scotty Crowe's Road Journals and saying, "I'm going to write like that!" Fuck this shit.
So I basically blew off Kyle, but not on purpose! Nor out of spite! He's at this meditation thing right now and invited me to go, but I really can't meditate. I just don't have it in me. I can't sit still for that long, really. I start to get ideas zinging in my head, and the main purpose of meditating is to not think. I can't sit still long enough to not think. Actually, I can, but I call it sleep, which I haven't been getting enough of (Refer to "Depressing thing about college #3"). The thing is though. I like Kyle a lot. If my staying in Oswego was a possibility, I'd stay for him.
P.S. I AM GODDESS OF THE LIST... And I'm going to jump on you next time I see you. I promise. ;)
P.P.S. My mother is computer illiterate.
And for your own entertainment:
BobLee(aka My Mom again): do you know who your talking to
Jess: either mom or dad, i hope
BobLee: nope nope nope
Jess: aunt ray ray
Jess: no, she typeslikethis
BobLee: nope nope nope
Jess: cuzthere'snospace button on the computer
Jess: then who
BobLee: fubie
Website I'm plugging at the moment: Shake The Globe
Monday, December 08, 2003
Write? Right!
Writing for me has always been creative. Creative writing is the only writing that I have ever really enjoyed, although sometimes I hate it. Nathaniel Hawthorne once said, "Easy writing is damn hard writing." This quote, which is scribbled somewhere in the middle of the journal I dragged with my everywhere for over a year before reaching the last page, is what I refer to every time I'm frustrated over a lack of inspiration.
When it comes to writing and frustration, bad timing pulls a close second behind lack of inspiration. There have been times when I've spent hours just sitting with my journal in my lap and my pen in my hand waiting for an idea, an idea, to come. There have also been times when I've had no pen nor paper at my disposal, but millions of thoughts and ideas still ran through my head. It's very annoying to have a pen and paper but no thoughts, but it's even more annoying to have thoughts but neither a pen nor pencil.
Another frustrating aspect to creative writing is to have too many thoughts and too little time to get them all down on paper. No matter how many thoughts are running through my mind, I can only get one written down at a time. Despite this, one train of thought after another will continue to run over the others.
Regardless of all the frustration that I sometimes have as a result of writing, I still continue to write, even when all I can squeeze out is mindless drivel or highly immature fanfiction that only my best friend, an equally obsessed John Mayer fan, would appreciate.
I've been writing since I was nine years old. I blame this, with a laugh, on my grandmother who used to drag me to BINGO every Friday night when I would much rather be watching TGIF. I despised BINGO. I would refuse to play and my grandmother, out of fear of losing a chance to win, would take my board and I would eventually set to drawing little stick-figure pictures to go along with the like stories I wrote. I believe the first was a ludicrous rip-off of Dr. Seuss's The Cat in the Hat, involving the cat going to the Supermarket - Tops, to be exact - and buying bread.
Needless to say, my writing has matured since then and my creative juices have started flowing in a way that allows me to no longer have to rip-off Dr. Seuss. So, don't expect a new version of Green Eggs and Ham - scribbled in red BINGO crayon - anytime soon.
Written on November 24, 2003
Saturday, December 06, 2003
Enter Soundtrack Here
"Everything's gonna be all right, rock-a-bye..."
WTF?
I'm tired, so I'll finish you later...
"St. Patrick's Day" by John Mayer
That's going to be my wedding song. It's final.
Now, for a husband...
Friday, December 05, 2003
Thursday, December 04, 2003
I Lied
We have new similarities between John and Taylor (See October Archive)
- Harmonica
- Indistinguishable song lyrics
"But you could distinguish Mayer from Matthews..."
What Time Is It?
Last entry of the day, I promise.
I should be putting all of this in my December03 - yes, all one word - notebook.
- JESS "(upper: that's the case!)" - SC
P.S. There will be another at midnight! (NOT!)
Planned Road Trip Destinations
aka, "Places I Want To Go To"
NYC
Las Vegas
Atlanta
Here's a cute little statistic for you: It is possible to spend one week in every state in one year.
And because I keep forgetting my finals week schedule:
MAT 102 - Monday 12/15 - 8:00AM - 10:00AM
POL 100 - Monday 12/15 - 10:30AM - 12:30PM
SOC 100 - Wednesday 12/17 - 2:00 - 4:00PM
GEO 100 - Thursday 12/18 - 8:00AM - 10:00AM
Will & Grace....
Jack - Like Porn - is Awesome!
I was not watching the porn, but only because I couldn't see it. Jack and Claire, on the other hand...
"I don't want a date! I just want porn!"
"I like how they give their name and hair color. Blonde! Brunette!"
"Whoop-di-fuckin-do!"
"There's nobody there, but they left their dildo next to the pillow!"
"Stop asking me questions! Just play the porn! Oh! Here we go!"
"When does the pornography start?"
"When are you gonna have sex, cuz I don't wanna see... his thing!"
"You can hear him slapping around in there!"
"Sounds like armpit noises... We'll turn em up!"
"Claire, can you see alright?"
"You wanna see precious get nailed?"
"So now they're picking up girls at the bus stop!"
"I love the SPAM that pops up and says 'Defeat SPAM!'"
All quotes by Jack. Yes, all of them, by Jack.
Edited 12/04/03
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
"Why do you question me?"
Because I want you. Since February, I've wanted you. I'm madly in love with you. Don't you see it?
Dear John:
1) Do you ever sit back and wonder, "Why all the question?"
2) If you could do an interview with me (or any other fan) where you were asking the questions, what would you want to know?
Josephine
"You're going to fall and break your leg," I warned, trying to pull Josie back to me. She was standing out on a tree branch - he hands on her hips - miraculously maintaining her balance. I was also on the branch, clinging tightly to the trunk. She stepped over to me, falling gracefully into my arms.
"No, ******. I won't get hurt."
"You will if you fall."
"If I fall, I'll fly."
"People can't fly."
"No, don't you see? We have wings! It's the funniest thing-"*
"Josie..."
"It's just that no one knows..."*
(Aside: Song fiction sucks! P.S. * from "Josephine" by Teitur.)
