Oh, and those books in piles? I organized them. I organized them from the dirty piles all over my room. Those are only half, however, the other half I managed to somehow work up the energy/braveness to place them in boxes and put them in the dark, hot garage. Oh yeah, it was hot as heck that Thursday night. The good news, however—I didn’t have school the next day. Yay for blackouts!
12 September, 2011
How To Moronically Do Nothing During A Blackout
Oh, and those books in piles? I organized them. I organized them from the dirty piles all over my room. Those are only half, however, the other half I managed to somehow work up the energy/braveness to place them in boxes and put them in the dark, hot garage. Oh yeah, it was hot as heck that Thursday night. The good news, however—I didn’t have school the next day. Yay for blackouts!
04 September, 2011
Thinking About Thinking
24 August, 2011
Today I Turn Sixteen
- Rupert Grint (how incredibly convenient, my husband and I share a birthday)
- John Green
- Chad Michael Murray
- Jorge Luis Borges
17 August, 2011
Things That Make Me Happy Today
Recently, I’ve been in a poopy mood. (To be noted: “Poopy” is now officially part of my computer’s dictionary, how proud of me are you?) S0 much so, not even Chocolate Chip Ice Cream (to be noted: my favorite type of ice cream, do not forget it, this will be very important at random intervals) could cheer me up. So, as any person who spends too much time on the internet would, I’ve decided to remind myself of things that make me happy right now.
1. The fact that the sun still keeps shining through that window. (How do you love the scribbles on my window?)
2. This awesome shirt my best friend got in Israel that I got three compliments on today.
3. Reading Mr. Poe. Huh. A bit contradictory, no?
4. Magazines to read after reading too much Poe.
5. Pictures of six-year-old me in costumes.
6. Ginormous bags of candles from IKEA, which I’ve lit every single night for the past two weeks. They stay lit for hours, it’s ridiculous!
7. Having twinkly lights around your bed, which help when your brain is being stubborn and won’t let you sleep.
8. This pair of brogues I got as an early gift for my birthday—which is the only present I’m getting, since I got to go to PARIS for my birthday. Best blessing in the world, best present ever.
9. The fact that Paul McCartney wrote this song.
What makes you ridiculously happy?
xoxo, Jessica
05 June, 2011
My Goals for This Summer 2011
Read twenty books.
Travel somewhere special.
Take pictures of kind strangers.
Have a moonlight picnic with a bunch of friends—blankets under the stars, sparkling apple cider, Edith Piaf background music, M&M’s.
Write everyday in my journal.
Tell strangers they look great.
Finally try Boba tea—and more flavors of hot tea.
Have a silly photoshoot with some close friends at a playground.
Learn to not simply understand French but learn how to converse. Even if a small, insignificant conversation.
Finish crocheting my blanket. It was supposed to be a scarf, but then I realized that I was sweating and the sun was beating in my face and—oh yeah, that’s right…—it’s summer. So it’s turning into a cute little blanket. (Pictured above: My sister Casey holding up my progress, started today.)
Learn how to play poker.
Without fear, fake my name while ordering a Domino’s Pizza and pick it up. Charlotte? Marie? Britney?
Go thrifting some place exciting.
04 June, 2011
Summer 2011 Feel-Good Playlist
- SUGAR RAY—Someday
- SHE & HIM—Don’t Look Back
- THE STROKES—Under Cover of Darkness
- MGMT—Kids
- LOU BEGA—Mambo No. 5
- GLEE CAST—Good Vibrations (Cover)
- SLEIGH BELLS—Infinity Guitars
- NELLY—Ride Wit Me
- STATIC REVENGER—I Like That
- KEYSHIA COLE—Let it Go
- VAMPIRE WEEKEND—Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
04 May, 2011
Raise Your Hand If You're A California Girl!
Okay, so I'm not quite certain why I didn't think to ask before, but now the curiosity is killing me, and I must know-- are any of you from California/currently live here?
04 April, 2011
The Time I Almost Died—2nd Edition
Before I continue on with this post, I want to interrupt to update – Peeta & Gale were cast for the Hunger Games. Josh Hutcherson and Liam Hensworth, respectively. I do not know how I feel about this yet. I don’t think I like it.
Anyway, moving on--
I tend to be a very dramatic person, and, while I’m not sure if this is a good way to handle it or not, I’m quite proud of it. It’s very fun being dramatic—try it next time something incredibly horrendous happens, like someone joins the cash register line you were about to go to, or they are out of lemon pops at the market. “Wait, you said you had a stroke because—why?”
I also do, following the dramatic side of me, “die” a lot. And I apparently “pass out” a few times during the day, too. Example:
ME: HOLY FUDGE NUGGETS WITH FUDGE ON THE SIDE DID YOU SEE THAT GORGEOUS REDHEAD DID YOU SEE HIM I ALMOST PASSED OUT HOLY CRAP.
FRIEND: …whut.
This happens on a daily basis, truly. I do over-exaggerate when it comes to dying… but today I almost died. And I’m kind of not kidding, but I’m also being overly-dramatic again.
Today, I got to school (as usual, late). This is what my school kind of sort of-ish looks like:
And, as you can see, my school isn’t one giant building—it’s many buildings with many classrooms, and today, I was late. I came in through the ‘gated entrance for late idiots’ because that’s where people who are late for school scurry in from to avoid the teachers pulling us aside to let us know that we have to put our education first. Plus, you get to your classrooms faster. Anyway, as I was walking out in the open, contemplating the lovely California weather (how neat is it, really?), a helicopter flew above the school. Weird—last time I saw a helicopter flying around this area was when there was a crazy guy causing trouble that they couldn’t locate (no need to panic that time, though, the guy was captured before we even had time to panic).
I continued on my path to try to get to my classroom, when the intercom bleeped. Now, usually, the announcements only play during second period, so I was kind of surprised—but then the voice said “Teachers, staff, students—we are going on full lockdown, this is not a drill.”
At first, it was kind of hard for the information to sink in, but after a while, I realized it meant that something was definitely not okay, so I sprinted to my first period classroom. And, woe is me, I pulled hard on the door, because at this moment, all the scenes from every scary movie ever were coming back to me, and this time I imagined this day of my life to be a remake of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but the door was locked. And I almost started weeping outside in the classroom, until the door opened, and many others did, with teachers looking out to make sure that no student was left outside.
And then the lights were turned off, the blinds closed, the door locked, and we were all ushered to the opposite corner of the room. Now, keep in mind, that morning I was feeling very nauseous and my stomach hurt horribly. And I have an anxiety disorder, and horribly claustrophobic, so while I was forced to squish between desks with other people with me, and my stomach was hurting, I got a horrible panic attack. I couldn’t breathe, I was swaying and not paying attention to anyone, and I felt like I was about to throw up.
This went on for an hour—we were forced to be completely quiet for an hour, I was supposed to breathe in to my sweater for an hour. Just as I was about to puke into the trash can, the intercom bleeped again, and the suspects had been caught. Apparently, there was a shooting at the Apple Store in the mall, but the people were caught.
And that was how I almost died but not really.
If you would like to be awesome and what not and read an article on it, here you go!
P.S.—I reached a thousand followers on my Tumblr today, and I died and ugh thank you if you follow me here *and* on my Tumblr—if you haven’t followed me yet, that’s okay, you still get a cupcake, but it’s awesome, and here it is!
07 March, 2011
The Time I Got Braces
There’s probably nothing more depressing than knowing you look ugly. And don’t try the “Ugh, I’m sure you look fine, Jessica.” Because 1) You’ve never seen me, b) As previously mentioned, I know I look ugly and cuatro, we’re talking about braces here—but not only braces… I also wear glasses and constantly have a horribly acne-ridden face. So, that’s like… TRIPLE the geek face. Do you understand how much pain a person has to go through everyday they wake up and look at themselves and know they are ugly forever and ever amen?
So, I just wanted to write this little recount of me getting braces for future reference.
So you’re getting braces, huh?
Well, this is what happened. It was the morning of and I got to skip school. Finally, it was nine, the time of the goshdarn appointment. We got to the dentist and in the pre-meeting, the dentist showed around awkward pictures they had taken many months before of me with my horrible teeth and hilariously frizzy side braid. Then she mentioned I had an overbite, that they’d probably have my wisdom teeth removed, and my teeth would probably take two years to straighten. I have to admit, I wasn’t really paying attention, all I could think of was how I planned to live in Amish existance for two years seeing as I was going to be ugly for two years and I was also pretty nervous because I thought that getting braces put on was a painful process, but the foolish stories my cousins told me that you get your braces drilled on and they yank teeth around and that the wire cuts up your lip were not true.
So they cleaned my teeth and what not and did other weird things—I can honestly say I was sort of dozing off while they did these things. I felt weird and my jaw was getting tired, and I was just looking at this bird who kept staring at me outside the window. But after a while the lady told me to rinse off my mouth and I realize she had glued the brackets on. I looked at myself in the mirror as I rinsed my mouth and I almost dropped dead. I looked like Fregley from the Diary of a Wimpy Kid. I felt horrendous, and I couldn’t even talk. When they finally got the wires in, she told me to look at myself. She asked me how I felt. I stared at her. She laughed. “Yeah, you don’t have to answer that.”
So I got home and didn’t want to show anyone. But I was happy—everyone complained it hurt, but it was three hours after and I still didn’t feel anything. Oh, how I was wrong. I tried eating Macaroni and Cheese and ended up crying from the pain. My teeth felt like they were all loose, and every time I closed my mouth a sharp pain would shoot up my teeth, like a knife digging in and… ugh, I’m getting too grossed out. Plus, the sharp bits of the bracket did dig into the inner cheek and I felt like I couldn’t either have my mouth open for a while or close my mouth completely. The pain was unbearable. And the day after, it still hurt like a female dog. And now it’s been three days after and I still haven’t eaten anything the past two days. Anything. I attempted to eat spaghetti, but that was a fail. I attempted to swallow it whole without any chewing, but after a while it got depressing… and gross.
And I still feel like the ugliest duckling.
Have any of you had braces before?
17 February, 2011
When In Doubt, Wear Red.
Ugh, if I could shop for my favorite outfits without worrying about the cost… I would go extreme. Recently I have re-discovered Polyvore (I made one like two years ago, and re-made one a few months ago and started using it again yesterday) and was playing around with color combinations and snazzy shoes.
Ugh, I just want to drown myself in blog posts and the literary world, but school is getting intense. Remember when I called everyone ‘cupcake’? Blergh. I wish I wasn’t so vulnerable.
By the way, the quote was Bill Blass. Not entirely applicable to me (60% of my closet is gray, 30% is brown or beige, and the rest is either white or some other nice color from the rainbow) but it tied nicely with that first outfit there.
& Just a small reminder that you, right now, reading this, are full of awesome. I hope you’re inspired to do something nice soon.