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Tuesday, December 30, 2003
According to Microsoft Word, "headcheese" is a word, and this excites me. :)
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Monday, December 29, 2003
Hey, I'm back. "I'm not dead yet."
I just have to mention one thing: getting an okarina for Christmas makes you the biggest loser amongst normal people, BUT, you get to be the pied piper of the geek army! Play on, my friend, PLAY ON.
11:45 PM | Jacquie |
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My heart wanted me to die 2 days ago. I knew there was some sort of a conspiracy happening.
It was strange, all of a sudden I turned the corner to go into the bathroom and my heart starting beating really quickly for apparently no reason. I didn't know what to do, so I tried taking deep breaths, but that didn't help. I ran and got my uncle, and it stopped.
After 5 minutes of violent protesting (flailing, whining, the works) he pricked me with his little diabetes finger pokey thing, and it turns out that my blood sugar was a little low. It could have been that or anxiety, which my mom suggested, but I didn't talk to her much that day, so that's not possible. How ironic.
I'll try not to die, but I very well might. Farewell, my friends, my heart wishes to explode now.
9:47 PM | Jacquie |
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Friday, December 26, 2003
Dude, I'm hella bored and lonely right now. I just called a gazillion (yes, it's a number) people, and if you read this, there's a good chance that you were one of them. Hopefully, someone will call me back. If not, oh well, just another night of Friday Night Stand-Up and some possible Subterranean-age going on.
5:37 PM | Jacquie |
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The whole idea of college right now disgusts me, and I'm not even in my senior year yet or anything. I want to go to college, but all the bullshit I'm going to have to go through to get financial aid and the paperwork done is going to be hell. My mom wants me to do it this week...how about not.
All I know is that I'm going to go to college, it will be probably within 2 hours of home, and I brought some sweet ass sweet pants today at Marshalls.
All I have to say to people who ask me about college..."LA LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!"
4:58 PM | Jacquie |
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Wednesday, December 24, 2003
It's Christmas Eve, and that doesn't really change much. My brother and I just got into a fight, and he called me a "piece of shit" and I threw the remote at him, it hit the floor, and the batteries came out. I just walked away and...got online.
My mom yelled at me for 2 things, both of which were stupid. One of them upset me more than the other, and it wasn't even about me. Why can't she just shut up. No one wants to hear her talk anyway.
I'm in a really blah state right now. Dan called and didn't sound too well, which upset me, but we can't all be happy all the time. I know that for sure.
I'm listening to Radio AOL to escape the Christmas music, it's driving me nuts. If I hear "Grown Up Christmas List" one more time, my eyeballs with pop out and my brains will come out of ears and my face will somehow melt while I simultaneously combust. I hate that song THAT much...and it makes for a good mental picture as well!
Well, Merry Christmas, I hope that everyone is having a better night than I am.
5:55 PM | Jacquie |
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Monday, December 22, 2003
"Anybodyyyy...find meeee...somebody toooooo looooove."
Dude, seriously.
So break is after tomorrow. Contact me, or I'll contact YOU for a good time, if you know what I mean. ;)...or not.
I don't feel all too Christmas-y. But no homework feels "hella" good.
I was talking to my brother's best friend and cursing him off and insulting him for fun. It was so good to be on the "dishing out" side for once. Kyle and I were dying, it was great. Family bonding over making fun of little kids who think they are "the shit" is good. Try it sometime, it's fantastically refreshing.
I'm wearing antlers to school tomorrow...THAT BLINK! I don't even care if I make an ace out of myself anymore, whatever. I've gotten to the point where I could care less, and it feels mighty fine.
I stayed after school today to attend a JCC meeting (You: Say WHAT?) Japanese Culture Club, fools. I helped Dan make TONS of Ramen noodles, because it was...Ramen day...or something. It was so much fun, and I felt useful. That's about as far as my cooking abilities go anyway, and NO, I CANNOT bake. Stupid last name.
So Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and/or Hanukkah and/or Kwanzaa and/or Chinese New Year. Yes, I'm aware that the Chinese New year is in February or something, but hey, gotta include everyone. Plus, you get to eat Chinese food. Mmmm.
Oh, one last thing, I didn't make the play, but I'm not really upset. Marina and I volunteered to do set construction, so we'll catch you "Players" whenever there's a paper maché day.
See ya'll later. Ya'll come back now, ya hear?
7:21 PM | Jacquie |
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Monday, December 15, 2003
The whole world's gone low-brow. Thing's ain't what
they used to be.
They sure ain't, Mama. They sure ain't it's all gone.
Whatever happened to fair dealing?
And pure ethics
And nice manners?
Why is it everyone now is a pain in the ass?
Whatever happened to class?
Class.
Whatever happened to, "Please, may I?"
And, "Yes, thank you?"
And, "How charming?"
Now, every son of a bitch is a snake in the grass
Whatever happened to class?
Class!
Ah, there ain't no gentlemen
To open up the doors
There ain't no ladies now,
There's only pigs and whores
And even kids'll knock ya down
So's they can pass
Nobody's got no class!
Whatever happened to old values?
And fine morals?
And good breeding?
Now, no one even says "oops" when they're
Passing their gas
Whatever happened to class?
Class
Ah, there ain't no gentlemen
That's fit for any use
And any girl'd touch your privates
For a deuce
And even kids'll kick your shins and give you sass
Nobody's got no class!
All you read about today is rape and theft
Jesus Christ, ain't there no decency left?
Nobody's got no class!
Everybody you watch
'S got his brains in his crotch
Holy crap
What a shame
What became of class?
...hehehe...
6:53 PM | Jacquie |
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Hey, look at the time. "Oh no, Jacquie, this can't be right. Why are you blogging so early, and why the hell are you on the computer anyway?" Well, friend, my mom made an "honest mistake" and woke me up at 5:00 instead of 6:00. She said she wanted us to get up early, so we wouldn't be late...heh, not THAT early though. Stupid clock. So she asked if I would go online and check cbsd.org to see if they were doing anything about the icy weather...
No delay = I'm gonna die...with my mom...IN A CREST MINT GREEN 92' BLAZER.
Why can't I die alone AND in class?
*Yawn* I couldn't fall asleep last night either, on account of my ol' noodle not SHUTTING THE HELL UP. My brain is in a conspiracy against me, I knew it.
Talk to you later.
~ Love,
(this is way too early to be blogging)
Jacquie "I have no life" B.
5:59 AM | Jacquie |
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Saturday, December 13, 2003
Last night, I saw The Nutcracker done by the Dance Theater of Pennsylvania. I was in it 4 times. I saw all of the people I used to dance with, and now we're all grown up, and they have big parts because they committed to something that I just got sick of. It's rather nice to watch, though. I saw Caitlyn and Nick afterwards, Caitlyn kicked ass. I also saw Carla, my old character dancing teacher. She's still really nice.
I'm actually starting to get sick of Christmas, and it hasn't even begun yet. The 24-hour Christmas stations, the stress of Christmas shopping, it's getting to me. The magic of Christmas seems to be diminishing every year, and I seem to get more jaded and cynical every year as well. Maybe you don't see it, but I think I am.
It just seems like childhood is so full of life, and maybe that's because we're so innocent when we're children and we don't know a lot about the world. We believe in things that don't exist because we're imaginative, or we trust our parents when they say that Santa Claus is real. I don't believe in Santa anymore, as well as God. I don't know what to believe in anymore, I trust people a lot because I believe them, and some people think that's naïve. Perhaps it is, but I like to think that I can trust them, and that they're decent, honest people. I've found out that not all people are, obviously, but it hurts when you believe what someone says and they turn around and contradict themselves in their actions.
Whatever happened to the "honor system"? I'd go by it, but "nice guys finish last" it seems. Would you feel guilty if you cheated on a test and didn't get caught, or would you be happy that you got a better grade? Whatever happened to having a concience? Would you feel guilty if you stole something? Lied to someone? I would, hopefully you would too.
Well, I've rambled a lot, but that's because a) I needed to b) this blog wasn't really meant for "my fans" and c) not a lot of people bother to read it anyway.
I need something really random, exciting, SOMETHING to just wake me up and make me apprieciate my life more. Whatev. Tchao.
3:47 PM | Jacquie |
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Saturday, December 06, 2003
I pulled down my pants. I proceeded to bend over. Then my AP Bio raped me in the ass, for a good hour and a half. 5 chapters and lab work going in my ass didn't feel all too good. I'm still sore. Wait, I have no ass. I tried my best, and that seems to be an F. Whoopee!
I don't even care anymore.
Yesterday, we got out a whopping 2 hours early because CBSD is stupid, but I'm not complaining, I MISSED FRENCH CLASS! Unfortunetly, I had to still take that mother of a test. Ow. Running outside in the snow to get to 3rd block was really fun, especially while singing/yelling "Jingle Bells."
I think I might go outside today, I KNOW, OUTSIDE. I haven't played in the snow for a couple of years, but this year, we have a new, fun little toy...a snowmobile. Can I get a heeeeellz yeah? (You: no.) Ok FINE. Geeze, you people make me nuts.
I saw Chicago last night at the Merriam Theater in Philly, and it was most splendiferous. I saw my graduation project advisor there, I didn't think that was going to happen! If you think the movie is good, the live show kicks its ass so much more. I fell asleep on the train ride there (because I stayed up until 12 doing bio work) and I got up and was all confused, and as I walked off the train, the two ladies sitting behind me said, "Aw, she's so cute!" You know it. ;)
I got home and played the answering machine, and I got this really long and HILARIOUS message from ol' Danny boy. I ♥ Dan. To the maxi...*giggles*
Quote of...I don't know, a week, sure:
Madame Fichtman: My father used to go fishing, and then my mom would bone the fish-"
All: *CRACKS UP, but tries to hold it back.*
Fichtman's mom boning a fish...what a warm and fuzzy memory. "Mom, what are you doing to the fish?!" "Uh, honey, I'm just boning it...I DON'T HAVE A PENIS!" *runs away*
That must have been a rough childhood for her. *tear* *no not really*
Fin.
12:44 PM | Jacquie |
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Me in a tree. Circa 1990.
Blog Buddies.
Fight the Boredom!
Ancient Ramblings.
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