here are some gorgeous pics of the oh-so-talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished, talented protegee. simply because i lurve them. these better work, dammit. they didn't. here are the links...


pic 1 i don't remember what any of these actually are...

i think i like this one, cuz he's all cute and singing a love-song. *sigh*:
pic 2

look how cute!
pic 3

look how gorgeous:
umbrella and prettiness

here we go! finally! this took me like an hour to find!
him in his hot lack of shirt but still with suspenders.... mmmmmmmm.............

and then this... mmmm......
skin to skin, erotic-y yum

yay! my whole nite spent doing that!
i wrote this at 10:56 PM

what the crap is wrong with blogger?!

without you there would be no sun in my sky, no love in my life... what kind of life would that be?

cinderella skirt, black "jersey" tank top, red bandana on me head.

i have a large scrape on my knuckle and it's quite gross.

so seriously, why is blogger all crappy? it's all on the stupid screen, not the good one. and that pisses me off.

i went canoeing with me mam today. 'twas fun. we went all around the point of the island, and then crossed the bay area to go to ball point. and there's this little cove dealie. and it's the coolest. it's like completely surrounded by trees, except for a little space that's like big enough for a canoe, and then it's shallow shallow water. like 10 cm deep. and there are lilly pads with froggies. and there was a painted turtle sunning. and woodpeckers. and beaver dams. and some trees fallen in the water. it was gorgeous.

it was hella wavey, though. like the paddlin back was scary. yet awesome. i like hitting the huge waves. it makes a wicked slapping sound. and then, when we got around the point on the way home, it was all calm and so i just had to sit there and not paddle or anything. then i got kt and she came with us, so i just got to sit in the middle and not do a damn thing. it kicked ass. leisurely.

um.. what else?

tomorrow is movie nite here at my less-than-swinging pad. which means that sarah, jen and clare are comin over. and clare is sleepin over. which rocks. cuz i hate not having people here. it gets ever so boring.

i watched moulin rouge today. it's so damn cute. my mom said i could take her tv which means i'll have a tv and vcr in my room next year. and that shall rock the buckets.

sarah-face, if you have the time-o, would it be possible for you to make me a moulin rouge wallpaper? with lots of hot pictures? there's this one scene, i'm gonna find it. actually there are two.. but there my favourite christian moments in the whole movie. one is during come what may, after stupid bitch whore says "why would the courtesan go for the penniless writer? oops! i mean sittar-player" stupid ass bitch.. but then the duke looks over at christian, and he looks absolutely gorgeous.. he's wearing that hat, and a sweater tied around his shoulder.. *drooool*. the other during some montage-y type thinger, and he's sitting on his bed with satine, she's wearing a robe or something, and he's just wearing pants, hat and suspenders over a bare chest. ANYway...

the rainstorm and the river are my brothers, the heron and the otter are my friends, and we are all connected to each other in a circle in a hoop that never ends... how high does the sycamore grow? if you cut it down then you'll never know. and you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue-horned moon, or whether we are white or copper skinned. you need to sing with all the voices of the mountain, you need to paint with all the colours of the wind. you can own the earth and still all you'll ever own is earth until you can paint with all the colours of the wiiiiiiiiiiind.

whoooooo pocahontas. which i can't really spell.. but hey. i wasn't gonna type that much of the song.. but it just kept going and was all the climatic ending, so i HAD to...

i guess i'm done now.

love, hugs and annoying stupid bugs getting in the damn screen, dammit....

~jessica

mulder: the other victims reported their frying pans... violated. (5x06 the post-modern prometheus)

scully: it begins where it ends -- in nothingness. (5x07 emily)
i wrote this at 10:43 PM

friends help each other any way they can

pyjama-y skirt i made, pink-ish alien t-shirt, hair in very messy pigtails.

so i can't wait to be back at york. i found out that the move in day was changed to the 28th. so i was freaking out for 2 seconds cuz jane definitely can't drive me that day, but said she would the 27th. then the lovely meaghan said if i could stay at erin and erica's the 27th with all my crap, she would help me move into rez the 28th with her van. yay!

i finally figured out my damn nat sci. i'm taking a 4 credit course of intro to physics. mostly just so i can take something cool next year, and to fulfill my minimum course load shite. whoot.

jane has hired me sorta for the next 3 weeks to be her maid and clean her house. i'm getting paid. yay!

and that's it, i suppose. cottaging was a blast. i liked the rainy day weather. it made for nice chillin atmosphere. and maybe movie nite at my place this friday.. we'll see, i guess, eh? yeah, that's right.

tis all, kiddies.

love, hugs and fucktarted computers

~jessica

byers: you want the truth?
mulder: ya, i want the truth. (5x01 unusual suspects)

scully: you'll be in my prayers
mulder: get the father to say a few hail mulders for me, okay? (5x03 redux II)
i wrote this at 11:08 PM