I get to go to Band Camp! In Madison! My grandmother is the awesomest person in the free world! Yes, awesomest! (And Adam, for asking me to come with him, but he's second awesomest because I never thought Grandma'd actually let me go and she is!)

I'm so psyched! w00t!

Okay, gotta potty. Peace. Lol.

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My uncle woke me up with the string trimmer because my sister didn't bother to finish her fucking chores...this was at 11am. Having gone to sleep at 7am, it thoroughly sucked. I am exhausted. I'm going to strangle her. I'm tired of doing all of her shit.


gdfttttttttt*snore*

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I have a concert ticket for Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers on the 8th of next month. But, alas, it's being held in Cinci. Shit.

Haha, last night was fun. Anna's friends are crazy.

It's rained here all day. Just now starts the thunder and lightening though. Oddball weather.. It's beautiful though.. I love storms. They've always been such a source of power for me. The world just feels right when it's storming. I just opened the windows, and the air smells so good.. clean.

I miss my friend! My Mike, where art thou? Anna drempt last night that you and I got married. "I don't know what we're going to be, Jess, we might stay friends or date..hell, we might even get married." Please? Like, really? I've always wanted to end up married to my best friend. He's understood me like no one else ever did. I can tell him anything without fear of rejection or loss. He just takes it all at point blank and gives his opinion. He's helped me in some sticky situations.. And the chemistry. Oh my sweet and holy Jesus, how the sparks fly. That man is a God in bed. And on the sofa. Floor. Chair arm. Boy oh boy.

I've decided what I want for Christmas. Yes, I made up my mind in June. Hardy har har. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Amory_Wars

And, I'm off to listent to some crappy music and smile a lot.

<3

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And usually, I'd go run it under warm water till at least half of it disolved and eat it anyhow. But, alas, there isn't enough of it left for that. Goodbye, popsicle..I'll miss you dearly.

I should really get to making a layout, huh? I suck at coding though. I mean, really suck. I made a web page once..it was aweful.

Dennis always did that kind of stuff for me. But, I've been here and he's been there and it's been a year. I ask myself repeatedy, why the hell do I still care? And a large portion of me doesn't, but the rest of me still misses him. You get used to having a person just be there. All their little quirks that make them really THEM become a part of your every day life, and it leaves an empty space when they're gone. I couldn't've stayed in that apartment. Every time I looked around, I saw his stuff, our stuff... I expected to walk in the door and see him sitting at his computer. Yelling "honey, I'm home!" was such a habit.. The last time he said he loved me, he took it back and blamed it on habit. What a liar.. we both knew better.

Bah, stop thinking about it, you masochistic freak! He informed that he's getting married. I think that's what brought it back home. I'm still alone. He's off happy with his new life. Wait! STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!

I didn't get on here to blog about the once upon a times. Rawr. I really need a job; get my mind out of think-zone. Mike was right when he said I have way too much time on my hands. But, that didn't work out either, did it? Reduced to one measly call a week.

Someone slap some sense into me.

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So, I have the blessing of clumbsiness. I refuse to say I'm cursed, and actually do count it as a blessing some days-- it generally makes people laugh...unless I really get hurt from it, that is. Aw, hell, some of them laugh anyhow. I don't care, it makes me feel good to hear people laugh, even if it is at my expense.

It's nothing for me to have random, nasty-looking bruises from incidents I don't even remember. "Bumped into a door knob there; the stair railing caused that one..I don't know where the hell that one came from, what did I do?" which then leads to me trying to remember, usually fruitlessly.

I bring this topic up because the only thing that has ever bothered me (the bruises never really hurt and the scrapes and cuts usually go unnoticed unless I'm actually bleeding and someone points it out) is the fact that EVERYTHING itches when it heals!

I ran into my uncle's garage door the other day. Yes.. I did. He'd asked me to get his wallet out of the car, which was outside..and upon returning it, the senile (I actually like this man quite a lot, but face it, he IS senile) old man hits the switch to close the door as I'm walking back in. Keep in mind it has sensors, even, to tell it to go back up when something is in the way of it closing..did they help matters? No. I ran into the door, full force, and nearly knocked myself senseless. This was last Thursday & I still have a bump on my forehead from it. Problem? No. I'll just hope it makes me look like I'm deep in thought while I scratch my head for the next few days...heavy sigh.

My little sister went to take the tests for her temps again today. She didn't pass, mostly from not having studied, but at least somewhat from her insane fear of driving. (I really think it's a fear of responsibility, but I'll spare everyone the psycho-analysis.) Trying to boost her confidence about actually driving someday, I used the clumbsiness as a base point. "Look, Anna.. I'm constantly tripping over my own feet and can't avoid anything with a sharp edge. Yet I drove us all around and no one got hurt! Didn't even side-swipe anything! That's a major feat! If I can do it, you can do it!" Her reply was something along the lines of "Yeah, you didn't yet..." Thanks, sis. Love you too.

Oh. Got an application for wal-mart's optical department today. Garble, garble...

Wow. Is my clock right? I'm still stuck on second shift, appearantly. That sucks. Meh.. I believe I will intrude on a friend's life. Thank god none of them mind calls this late. w00t!

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So, short and sweet. Am about to go driving around town. Have to go out to our Aunt's and grab a mop. The kitchen floor is a disaster, and the whole washing the floor on my hands and knees thing is severly overrated.

With all the swimming we've been doing this summer, I've collected myself a tan. Stolen them from other people..no, no. But I'm five shades darker than anyone in my family.

I have a cat scratch that still has not healed. This may not seem like a big deal, except that I haven't been in contact with a cat who has the gall to scratch me in over two months. It's not a major injury, just annoying.

Anna, my now-18-year-old sister, is having her birthday party this Saturday. I get to supervise five teenage girls...oh god. Grandma has mandated that my say is absolute and final, and none of them are to leave the house. It's my space they'll be occupying, but how bad could it be? I'm sure you'll find out shortly after I do.

See, the thing is, I don't really understand the giggly portion of the female species. I was always too stuck in my own world to notice anything that was THAT FUNNY, I guess.

Sleeping till noon thirty is amazing :)

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