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Name: jessica ann
Country: United States
State: Georgia
Metro: Gwinnett
Birthday: 7/11/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: photography, sewing, painting, musicmusicmusic, making out with boys
Expertise: roofies, memory-smell relations, serial killers, completing-the-square, stopping the potato violence, cutting up things
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/2/2003
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| - i'm sprungi have a crush. it's silly. it's unreasonable. it's unexplainable. but it is.
never have i ever liked anyone anything like him. i can't even
begin to describe how different we are. how little sense it
makes. not to put him down, he does his thing and i do mine, and
it's cool. but we are so very different.
he is Tupac, i'm Queen.
he is "fresh", i am "--" (wait, what AM i?).
he texts me "dat" and i text him "that".
and we text all day long.
in person we're both kinda shy. it's the internet/text world that
we share together, that gives me butterflies. but we're warming
up to each other in person, i think. slowly. like.
honey. out. of. the. refridgerator.
we kiss in dreams, we are open and honest in cyberspace. we speak
in spanglish. and when it's something really sweet, really
romantic, really cheesy, siempre lo digo en español.
i'm the one who is putting my neck out. he's merely responding to
all this attention i want to give him. that's the scary part, but
it's also the part i like most about it.
it's a bittersweet feeling after sending him a text. i
wait. and i wait. and then i tell myself that he's too
young, or not interested. i blame his non-responsive behavior on
his immaturity. i tell myself he's got plenty of girlfriends and
he doesn't need little me.
and then my phone vibrates for half a second and displays "1 new message".
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| it is time to update.
in two weeks i will be living at home again with my parents. it will be nice for the first week. i'll have nothing to do but job-search and lay out. i think the neighborhood pool will be open. but then, it will become boring and i'll have to start entertaining myself. ughghg.
there are two more days of classes, then two in-class exams and one take-home. can't complain. hopefully there will be some buckwild partying going on in the midst of all this. i haven't been partying too much lately. it calls me and i yearn to answer it. bars! music! martinis! skirts and other summer clothes!
now i must teach myself the last third of the info for my psyc 4100 class via powerpoint lecture notes. wish me luck  | | |
| I wonder when i'll stop writing about guys in this journal all the time. maybe never. it's always pretty lame whenever i make a post and then read it a month later. i should stop that.
erin came over tonight to watch sex and the city and catch up after spring break. it was nice talking to her for three hours or something. we actually talked about the world, as well as boys. damn here i go again.
i want to travel. and graduate. i'm sick of school. sick of athens. sick of being single. and i think i really am getting sick. does anyone else swallow listerine when there is a cold-like pain in the back of your throat? because i have a feeling it kills all the germs. just a little will do the trick, no need to use a lot and eat away the lining of the stomach.
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| so i went out tonight for mardi gras. yeah, it was a lot of fun. especially running into one of the hottest guys that i am an acquaintence with. except, he is in a relationship. he has been. he will be. it sucks. but he's such a nice guy, and it makes my night to see him downtown. i wonder if i would want him so badly if he was single, or if this is one of those chasing games i play with myself. i think i would still want him. god he's beautiful, and my best guy friend approves. damn.
i also think that i got too friendly with someone who is in a relationship with someone else. there was no way i could have known by the way he was acting. it was not until i facebooked him when i got home that i realized he probably has a girlfriend.
and this is why i am single. not only do i only have crushes on guys that i cannot have, but so many guys are fucking assholes. do not flirt with a girl if you would not flirt with her in front of your girlfriend. do not make out with her in the back seat of a ride home if you should be making out with someone else. do not get her hopes up if you're an unfaithful son of a bitch. assholes.
happy mardi gras.
btw "white" is not a race. dammit. | | |
| man the beegees are so great. i've been listening to that song "more than a woman," you know, the one from Saturday Night Fever in which John Travolta and chicka are holding hands and spinning round and round in a circle... just when she begins to like him and loosen up. i love that part.
what i would give to dance with Johnny T.... pulp fiction, grease, SNF, real life. anytime. anyplace. any decade.
back to reality. while i'm doing the disco, i'm also working on psychology. i totally left something off until the last minute (research paper, or large fraction of one) and realized that since i got out of taking one lower-level psyc class (statistical measures/ anylizing/blah blah blah) i have no idea how to do the results section. beautiful.
went shopping today, spent about $100+ in gap/old navy credit card money. that'll be fun paying off. what the hell, it cheered me up (and dressed me) on a rainy day.
snow would be nice. more like the dangerous ice that comes with it, and the school that will be cancelled. that would give me an excuse to stay in and study.
"you should be dancin', yeah" | | |
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