so.............

to-day i went to the AGO. it was so cool. i'm gonna start going to galleries all the time. especially the rom, cuz it's free on fridays. yay! and i think when i'm in second year, and i know where and how to get to all the galleries, cuz by then i'll be a pro, i'll organize a group of ppl who go all the time. like once every two weeks or something. it'll rock to the max. and no one will have any socks. (cuz they will be rocked off)

so, ya, the gallery. i saw oldenberg's hamburger for real, it was awesome. and i wanted to jump on it. um..... i think it's very odd to look at the real works that you studied in class. there were a bunch of paintings that ms. d had shown us and some that were even in the textbook, and it's so freaking strange. i guess it's cuz when you see them in a book or projected onto a screen you don't realise how real it is. but when you see it for real, you see brush strokes, or the way the light plays on the surface and stuff and IT'S SO COOL!

the main reason i was there was cuz our entire FACS class (as in the lecture - like 300 people or something) had to go to look at these exhibits we have to do this presentation thinger on. we had to choose from the following exhibits:
~treasures of a collector: european works of art;
~cologne dada: selections from the fick-eggert collection;
~tissot and the victorian woman;
~no escapin' this: confronting images of aboriginal leadership; or
~mirror, mirror on the wall.

we had to choose one piece from one exhibit and that is what we'll do our presentation thinger on. we chose the yes or no series by samuel cousins, but originally by mallaise in the victorian collection. i'm sure none of you care, but whatever.

anywho, so then some girls from my group and i had to go look at another exhibit for critical issues. we went for lunch and came back and walked through the entire gallery (almost) and looked at everything we could. then we found the ones we were supposed to and they were freaking cool. the two we had to see were no,i don't remember. anyway, the whispering room was awesome. seriously. i'll talk about it later, i think.

bye now all.

love you all as much as i love galleries now.

~jes'ca

i wrote this at 8:06 PM

gah. it's 11.38 pm and i'm still awake. i was in my bed before ten. and i was almost asleep then alicia came in to get things and i was awake. then she kept coming in and coming in. i don't mean to sound bitter. i'm not actually. but then i couldn't sleep at all. so here i am.

-so, i haven't said much about what i've been doing the past few days, because of that funk i was in. (oh, jen, thanks for the hugs. I LOVE YOU!!) um, here it is in backwards chronological order.

LAST NITE..... OCTOBER 2ND...

---after writing in my blog (the hug thing) i was doing some work. to be precise, i was writing a stupid paragraph for my critical issues class.then mark came on msn and i told him i couldn't go to movie nite because of the huge amount of work i needed to do. he said he'd forgotten about it anyway, so that was all good and cool. then he went for dinner and i kept working on my stupid thing. at about 8 meghan and diane came by and told me they (them, andy, greg and alicia, from now on referred to as them or they) were going to play pool (they had mentioned something about this the nite before) i said i had to do work. they said that sucked (or something) and left. then, at about 8.30, i decided fuck this stupid reading, i'm gonna go play pool. so i went there and it was andy, meghan, diane and sketch. greg and alicia weren't there yet, cuz alicia had just got back from wherever she had been (belly dancing, i think) when i was leaving. so we played pool. greg and alicia showed up for the third game and we had fun. especially at the suckage of some of us. *cough*me*cough*andy*cough*diane (sorta) and possibly sketch.

then alicia and andy went out for dinner while us others played again. then we paid cuz we were done. then meghan played bubble bomp and me and sketch played fuzball. that was fun. then andy came and said that they were going on a date with mary. i was like wtf. he said mary jane and i said ooOoh! then he said they were also gonna watch moulin rouge and i yelled at him cuz i had told him no moulin rouge that nite, cuz i had to sleep. but i went anyway. other things happened that take too long to mention but i got to my room at 2.30 am and primed a canvas till about 3. then i went to sleep.

THE NITE BEFORE.......... OCTOBER 1ST.....

----we watched quills in andy and greg's room. that's where all movies are watched. quills was fucked up. but not as fucked as what we saw

THE NITE BEFORE THAT........ SEPTEMBER SOMETHING....

-----which was requiem for a dream. man, what a good, awesome and super fucked movie.

that's enough summarizing. so bye-bye.

love you all as much as i need to sleep but can't.

~jes'ca
i wrote this at 11:55 PM

so, the depression has passed. though mark still hasn't kissed me. and that's annoying as fuck. but i'm gonna make him sleepover here to-morrow nite, cuz alicia's gone. and if he doesn't..... i dunno what'll happen.

er. i'm gonna go to bed now, i think. it's not even 9 o'clock yet.

love you all as much as i am tired. i fell asleep in my lecture to-day. it was great.

~jessica
i wrote this at 8:45 PM

i need a hug.

no one's around.

i need a hug.
i wrote this at 7:43 PM

so i just read my guestbook and donny said 'i hope you're having the time of your life or i'll come kick your ass' or something. but i'm not. so i guess i get an ass-kicking.

i was just walking back from italian and a huge wave of depression hit me. and i don't know why (it's possibly the weather. or my period. or both combined). or even really what the basis for it is. i can't go to movie nite - too much work. and i haven't seen mark since monday. so he still hasn't kissed me. and i'm getting friggin depressed. dammit, why is life so hard? also, alicia isn't here on fridays, and i have yet to spend one with mark in MY room. we've slept in his, but never mine. so i'm sleeping in my bed on friday, dammit. if he wants to join me (to copy what greg said to alicia the other day) i'll be glad. and if he doesn't, i'll be less glad.

love you all as much as the amount of work i have to do. so bye.

~jessica
i wrote this at 6:43 PM

so................ i can do both. cuz movie nite always ends before 10, which is when the punk thing is. YAY!
i wrote this at 11:42 AM

so... next wednesday (the 9th) is punk rock movie nite. YAY! they're showing slc punk!! DOUBLE YAY!!!! it's in this guy's room. #425. but it's on regular movie nite. which means no cuddling with mark. boo. cuz he won't go to a punk movie thing. and he'd be super out of place, and probably feel that way. but i feel like i'll be ditching him. oh, well. it's one movie nite. and go punk rock. and he hasn't even kissed me yet. so there.

also, it's in don scott's room! yay for that!
i wrote this at 10:25 PM

so, i changed the song. this is because (the chorus) is kinda how i'm feeling right now. towards mark. so there. though, i don't really know what the rest of the song is about. i haven't even read the words. i'll do that now.
i wrote this at 9:44 PM

buffy sucked. it was pointless. and all that happened was that buffy now knows about spike and his soulness. but it still sucked. spike's hair was all slicked back in it's ugly vamp style and he went all vampy at one point.

that's all i have to say.

oh, wait, the only moment i ever liked dawn - when she was all kick-ass bitchy to spike about buffy. that was cool

love you all as much as i hope next week is better.

also, the season premier of angel is then, so wahoo.

~jessica
i wrote this at 9:13 PM

i want to say that i feel like i don't count. for anything. but i don't know if it's true or not.
i wrote this at 1:52 AM

it's 2 am, i'm lying in bed, already past half-way to sleep and you know what i realise? that voldemort is french for 'fly from death' isn't that odd?
i wrote this at 1:51 AM

so... last nite i had the strangest dream ever. here it is.

mulder and scully (shut up) were walking in this building with William. i think it was the power plant (the art gallery i went to yesterday) or it was some subway station that i'd been in recently. whatever it was, it was familiar. and completely deserted but this was of no thought to either mulder or scully. i was one of them, i think at first i was scully. i was holding the baby. we were walking down this very broad area to this doorway/entrance thing with an elevator beside it. everything is steel-ish. like the doors of the elevator. it was kinda like the layout of the fbi building entrance foyer deal (on the show) but without the painted thing on the floor. anyway, so i was holding william, and it was the most real thing ever. it was like hyper real. i could actually feel the baby's shirt beneath my fingertips. if you showed me some baby clothes and i touched them i could tell if it was the right fabric or not. i could feel the heat of his back through his shirt. i could feel his fuzzy head when i touched it with my hand. i could actually smell his baby smell. i remember the way his skin felt when i kissed his forehead, and the wet spit that touched my face where he returned the gesture. i remember looking in his blue smiling baby-eyes. it was an awesome dream. then i (scully) went to the bathroom (to change my pad, cuz I am on my thing) and then i was mulder, like as soon as scully went into the door that looked like an elevator. mulder went up these stairs (suddenly it was a house) and i could feel the baby again and such. he/i put the kid in a crib and i can remember the feel and smell of the blankets and everything. then i turned to the baby who was suddenly a little girl with my curly hair and this dress on and mulder asked ( i don't think i was him anymore) what age she was and she said two. well, she mouthed two but there was no sound. then i woke up. i want a baby.

so, that was my wierd-ass hyper real kicking dream. why the fuck hasn't mark kissed me yet?! seriously, no one else understands him. i kinda did, but sunday was the three week mark, and i think it's strange. alicia said 'okay, so you're sleeping in the same bed but you're not kissing? i'd be going insane.' well i was just like 'ya' but now i kinda am. grahhh! i don't want to be the one who initiates everything. it's just annoying that way. so, dammit, i want him to kiss me.

i think i might be in my depressed stage. see, everytime i get my period, i go through these stages that start before i get it. first i am in total and complete acceptance of my body (i love that stage) where i think that i've lost weight and i think that everything i wear looks good on me. it's a beautiful thing. then i get the horny stage. *cough* then i hit the depressed stage. the depressed is usually during the actual having of it. my period, i mean. so there. oh, the trials of being a girl. woman. whatever.

anywho. so those are my thoughts right now. also, i'm very tired, it's 10 pm, i have an 8.30 lecture to-morrow and i'm about to go watch a movie. i'm an idiot, i'm gonna fall asleep in my class, but i don't care. ( i also have this stage where i don't care about if anything i do has any consequences, where i disregard logic and do whatever the hell i want to do. it's kinda fun, but the reprecussions suck)

love you all as much as my body has a set schedual for everything.

~jessica
i wrote this at 10:03 PM

you might notice that i posted always, in place of bridge over troubled water. i love this song. it is such a good romantic love song. and i love it. so much. if you don't know it, go download it. now.
i wrote this at 11:19 PM

i did the what x-files character are you, and i got reyes. then i changed one question (the last one, if you take the test) to what i like better, not what i would actually do.. and i got mulder. yay! i'm gonna try and put it here... hold on.
i wrote this at 11:10 PM