essay writing needs breaks...

I WAS A HAPPY CHILD
lucky you. you were what every child should be.
carefree. optimistic. and happy.
what kind of child were you?
(brought you by april)

listen to this song

3rd planet ~ modest mouse. here are the lyrics. i would post them on the side thinger, but i only recently put up the joseph, so i'll wait.

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart/I've got
this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over.
My boss just quit the job says he's goin out to find blind
spots and he'll do it.
The 3rd Planet is sure that they're being watched by an
eye in the sky that can't be stopped.
When you get to the promise land your gonna shake that
eyes hand.
Your heart felt good it was drippin pitch and made of wood.
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.
Outside naked, shiverin looking blue, from the cold
sunlight that's reflected off the moon.
Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used
to be three and not just two.
And that's how the world began.
And that's how the world will end.
A 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the
water, didn't know then was it a son was it a daughter.
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and
another had been found another ocean on the planet
given that our blood is just like the Atlantic.
And how.
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go
straight long enough you'll end up where you were.
Your heart felt good it was drippin pitch and made of wood.
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.
Outside naked, shiverin looking blue, from the cold
sunlight that's reflected off the moon.
Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used
to be three and not just two.
And that's how the world began.
And that's how the world will end.


love you all.

~jessica
i wrote this at 9:47 PM

woe is the life of a procrastinator... especially one with a blog to distract her!

well, here i am. writing in this instead of writing my essays. that's right. i still have barely started the three essays that are due to-morrow. no worries. but i don't know why. i mean, yes, there only 3 (at the max!) pages each, double spaced, yes, i have till 4 to-morrow... but it's worth 50% of my mark. i mean, you'd think that since i (kinda...) paid so much money to take these stupid courses, i'd be trying harder, right? well, wrong. i just can't be motivated. i haven't done anything all day.. i guess i'll start now.. but i SOOOO don't want to. i'm such a stupid moron. i wish i never had to take this stupid course. damn the requisites! damn them to hell!!!

well, i'm going to start writing now, i guess...

terrah!

~jessica
i wrote this at 6:40 PM

i just changed the exploding dog picture that i have. and it makes me wonder two things. one: what's the definition of ambiguities. i kinda know. but it makes me not understand the title of that... but i'll just look it up. two: what are all of your favourite exploding dog pictures? cuz then i can put those ones up for you all. so post answers in my guestbook now!
i wrote this at 3:25 AM

yay for christmas! and christmas parties! and christmas presents! and christmas parties where you get christmas presents!

so that's what i did to-nite. we did a secret santa dealie. i had rachel. it was at rachel's apartment, by the way. the apartment she shares with her older brother (who also goes to york) and their friend. so, ya. it was super fun. i had rachel, as i said, and i bought her socks and this little set thingy of lotion and bath gel. the scent was 'snow.' jay-pee had me and i got chocolate. lots and lots of chocolate. like 4 boxes of chocolate. and it was pot of gold, too. so super hooray for that! then when all the secret santa presents had been passed around, and opened, and the secret santas revealed by guessing who gave you what gift, we played this game where everyone has a card, and then your card gets called and you take a present from this basket. but you don't open it. cuz you can also steal presents from other people. so, for example, i had picked this orange tube. then this guy's card was chosen so he stole it from me, so i stole something from someone else. and the theivery continues till someone takes one out of the basket instead of stealing from someone else. it was quite fun. and played on the child's idea that the shiniest/biggest/funniest shaped present is the best. as i said, i had the orange tube. and i kept trying to get it. it turned out to be a tube of tootsie rolls (diane got it) and i got this cute little beanie-baby type cow. the main present everyone wanted was this red box. cuz it was heavy. it ended up being this really nice frame. but there were crap presents, too. andy got a condom and michelle got a transfer from a bus. which is just mean. but mostly everyone was happy. and greg was making this sauce thing with bananas that you put on ice cream, and it was all flambé-y. and i was helping him in the kitchen for a lot of the game. cuz he needed someone to put the ice cream in bowls. we also had a pot-lucky dinner thing. i made spaghetti... which some people ate, but mostly it just got hard and crunchy. but there was lots of sauce left (i think... some people were eating it on their rice) for rachel, jonny and that other guy.

well, now i think i might sleep.

i'm going down-town to-morrow with andy and diane. oh, i'll tell you their presents, too. andy got a flask with his initials on it (from spink) which was cool cuz it goes with his awesome pipe that he just bought that looks like a pen, but then you twist all this stuff and take things off and attach them other places and it becomes a pipe. it's so cool. and diane got a kick-ass photo of frankenfurter, and a stapler and two gloves, one with two of the fingers stapled together. the reason for all the stapling is that she got it from tania because diane had stapled tania's fingers together one day in stagecraft with one of those heavy-duty stapler things. so it was funny. and diane was high. so it was really funny. meaning i don't think she was high then, but she had been the rest of the nite, so i just thought i'd add that in...

bye now!

love you all as much as the amount of presents that existed to-nite.

~jessica

i wrote this at 3:15 AM

ha. i just added a funny site to the links. jen you should definitely go there. you'll love it, i think. oh and... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LETTER, THE CD AND THE PHONE CARDS!!!!!!! i love you !!!!!!!!!! and i'll call you probly sometime this weekend, maybe.... i'm busy to-nite and was last nite (yay saves the day...) anyway, i'm in the middle of somehting... bye!

love you all as much as hte fun i would have had last nite had i not been as tired and bored as i was....

`jessica
i wrote this at 2:43 PM

go procrastination.

so, here i am. it's 2.16 and i'm in andy's room alone. he stayed at kevin's last nite, so i had the bed all to myself. yay me. but i still didn't fall asleep till after 3.30. gah. and now i'm sitting her writing this instead of doing my paintings. well, i did have to go switch andy's laundry for him, cuz he asked me to and of course i would. so that's why i'm still here. and i was waiting for my massage from andy. so, now i think i might fold his laundry for him cuz i wouldn't want it to get all wrinkly. so that's what i'm gong to do. then i'm going to paint till i canst paint no more. stupid university. i just realised that i am absolutely screwed. i have paintings due to-morrow then on monday i have 3 essays due that i haven't even started yet, and my facs exam is on tuesday. so it gives me no time for studying. though i don't really need to study. i kinda want to. cuz i really really like this class so i really really really want to do well. and on friday nite we're all going to rachel's for a christmas pot-luck-y dinner and to do the secret santa thing. and on friday during the day we might be going ice skating. cuz that's fun as hell. so i'm not going to miss out on that. but we might just go next week sometime.

so now i'm going to fold andy's laundry then i'm going to paint. seriously.

bye all.

love you all as much as the amount of work i have to do... well, the amount i have to do in a short amount of time. it's like super-concentrated or something. anyway....

~jessica
i wrote this at 2:21 PM

waiting for a bed

so here i am, in meaghan and diane's room. meaghan is playing on the guitar, diane is lying on her bed, playing with a red scarf, humming along to the guitar. we just listened to the joseph and the amazing technicolour dreamcoat soundtrack. good times. good good times. mike spontaneously showed up to-nite (hmmmm... wonder what he wants.... ha.) so i'm not sleeping in my room to-nite. andy's not back yet. if he takes too long, i'm just going to crash here on the floor. ditto if he doesn't want me to sleep in his bed to-nite. i hate imposing on people, i hate sleeping on the cold, hard floor, but i hate being uncomfortable, which is what i would be if alicia and mike were sleeping in the bed next to me. not that i think they would really do anything... though there was that one time that her and greg... with andy in the room. asleep, but i'm a light sleeper. so if anything happened, i would be all weirded out. actually, i'd probly get up and leave, without saying anything, making them both feel embarassed.... hahahaha.that would be a funny story to tell. but i'd rather just not give it the chance to happen. so, if he's there when i walk by later, then andy's bed, here i come. or diane's floor. whichever.

gah. it's 12.02 and i want to go to sleep. if i had a bed, i could totally fall asleep now if i tried. which is annoying as hell. especially how i want to get up early so i can just paint all day, maybe that nite, and the next day till 1.30 ish. cuz gah. i have a critique. damn stupid naked people. i don't want to paint you anymore!

tis all

terrah!

love you all as much as i don't want to see these naked people again. and as much as i just want to go to sleep.

~jessica
i wrote this at 12:07 AM

god, i'm bored.

not just right at this moment, but all the time. if i had my easel i'd work on my naked people paintings, but it's in andy's room cuz i didn't have the hands nor the energy to carry it up here this morning... at like 3 or whatever....

oi, friends of mine, send me damn emails. i've been checking my inbox like 50 times a day... it's quite sad, really.

i just wrote my 'in class composition' in italian. since she told us exactly what it was going to be, i wrote it before hand then memorized it. so now i'm here an hour and a half earlier than normal.

i spent all day yesterday in andy's room. doing nothing. well, at like 1 ish in the am i started drawing. that was fun. but mostly i did nothing. just cuz i didn't want to be all alone in my boring room watching south park and doing nothing. so i stayed down there with people and did nothing. it was kinda fun. but i think i may have annoyed greg when he was trying to work. then again, maybe not. cuz i was just lying there, not really saying much. maybe i annoyed andy. but then again, probly not. but maybe. i dunno. alicia's going to get really drunk to-nite. and i am all done classes, except for my critique on thursday. and my facs exam on the 11th. but other than that, nothing for me... except the 3 essays and the paintings and the tons of studying i think i'll do for facs..... gah. university's not as hard as they all say. it's just trying to balance school with a social life that 'takes the kicker' or whatever that expression is....

well, i guess i'll go do nothing until andy or greg gets back and somehow tells me so that i can get my easel...

terrah!

love you all as much as i am drawing a blank as to how to express the amount of love i have for all of you... awww.... ha.

~jessica
i wrote this at 5:08 PM

wait, notice how most of those clash with each other... (i'm talking about the quiz results...) ha, that's pretty funny.
i wrote this at 3:30 AM

What Was Your PastLife?



What Obscure Animal are you?



Take the Purrsonality Quiz!



What Spooky Being are You?



Who are you?

hahahahahaha. i hate raves... meaning i hate clubs, having never been to a 'rave' persay....


well, that's enough of a waste of my time for this morning.... (it's 3.24.. holy shit.)

good nite all!

love you all as much as the amount of seconds i spent in andy and greg's room to-day... i was there all day, you do the freaking math, i'm going to bed/sleep (hopefully)

nite!

~jessica
i wrote this at 3:28 AM