alive at last, and i'll savour every moment of this.

cinderella skirt, bathing suit bikini top deal. bandana and braids....tanning clothes.

oh, my last post didn't publish but it's right there. right there. THERE!

yop.

so lots has happened since then. since that was last sunday. it is wednesday right now. there is one more week till i move.

YAAAAAAAAAY!

i'm sure i just totally screwed up this blog with that, but that's okay. (note: it did screw it up, but i just fixed it.)

so... i've been cleaning, am now done jane's house. i dogsat. i went to jen's. i experienced the power outage in a "i'll read hamlet all day" thing. i also ate a lot of ice cream. but not all of it like i should have since it all melted and went all bad. dammit. but my mom bought more today, so all is well.

um.... mom and blair are still broken up and it's permanent this time. because i just said so. also she's dating this new guy. his name is colin and he's sarah jones' uncle. so we sorta call him uncle colin. well, katie does. and mom was. it's funny cuz it's like in crappy shows when the little kids' mother is dating some guy and they call him uncle. yep.

i'm so happy, i'm so happy that i'm a boy and you're a girl alright! i'm so happy, i'm so happy, i'm overjoyed we're gonna hang out tonite. i can't walk, can't move cuz i'm paralyzed by your love, and that's okay by me. i'm so happy, i'm so happy. it's so great, we're lovers of loving love.

man, i LOVE that song.

i wish i could figure out how to get the music from this computer onto my other one. it's so damn annoying. even if i zip them, one music file is too big to fit on a disk and it won't transfer to an attachment. well, it probly would, but it takes so long that the computer screws up. so what i'm going to do is see if i can get an external burner for cheap cheap and then come home for thanksgiving and burn them all.

where kamakazee casualties are falling by my side

or something..

that's jersey. whoot. not going to the show. whooooooooot. heh. not really. but i don't really care. i sorta do in the way that i'm thinking i should care. but i don't. so i dont' get it really.

that was a whole pointless sentance. or sentence. or whatever.

yep. i got a hot pot. it rocks. and i've started packing. and i'm in the middle - well, like 3/4's done - sarah face's present. i dont' know if you'll like it, face-head. i mean, i know you will. and it looks really good. but the thing that it is i dont' know how much you like it. but i couldnt' think of anythign else to make. so sorry about that.

so i have one week to finish meg's and andy's presents. they'll get done. i'm sure of it.

i guess that's it.

love, hugs and stuff and junk. but not that stuff and junk. perverts.

~jessica

scully: you don't need me, mulder, you never have, i've just held you back. i gotta go.
mulder: you wanna tell yourself that so you can quit with a clear conscience you can, but you're wrong.
scully: why did they assign me to you in the first place, mulder? to reign you in, to shut you down ---
mulder: but you've saved me. ... as difficult and frustrating as it's been sometimes, your goddamn strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over. you've kept me honest. you've made me a whole person. i owe you everything, scully and you owe me nothing. i don't know if i wanna do this on my own. i dont' even know if i can. and if i quit now i win. (the x-files: fight the future)

*siiigh*

scully: i don't doubt what you saw, mulder. i don't doubt you. i'm willing to belive - but not in a lie. and not in the opposite of what i can prove. it all comes down to a matter of trust. i guess it always has.
mulder: are you asking me to make a choice?
scully: i'm asking you to trust my judgement. to trust me.
mulder: i can't accept that. not if refutes what i know is true. (6x01, the beginning)

kersh (to mulder): i'm going to bill your partner, instead. you two (too?) obviously relish the role of martyr. (5x02, drive)

nazi spender: shut up! shut up and move avay!

and

frohike: what kind of drugs is he on?
langly: i want some.


and, obviously

mulder: i would have never seen you again, but you believed me.
scully: in your dreams. mulder, i want you to close your eyes and i want you to think to yourself 'there's no place like home, there's no place like home.' [walks away]
mulder: scully?
scully [comes back to his bed]: yes?
....
....
mulder: i love you.
scully: oh brother. [walks away] (6x03, triangle)

*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh*
i wrote this at 4:56 PM