Friday, March 26, 2004
After getting yelled at about not making "good choices" and told that I and had to practice the piano (which, for some reason, I loathe doing in the presence of others), I went into the bathroom and just stared at the mirror. Then I heard a bird chirping, (nature calling, if you will) and decided that taking a little stroll around the block would be quite nice.
I walked out of the house, and I felt so free. Leaving behind all of the things I had yet to do and just thinking about...ok, so I thought about what I was going to write about for my English project, but other than that I let my mind roam as I did. Here's the shocker: I started jogging. It was a good reminder that I'm still alive, for I felt my heart pound rapidly, which doesn't usually happen unless I run up the stairs. (Yes, I am that out-of-shape) Afterwards, my screwed up hips hurt a little, but it was the good type of hurt. I only wish that I had a camera with me, because there was a nice little stream that I came across and sat by (until a dog started barking at me). In a couple of weeks when I start Photography, I can go out and do this again. Spring has sprung, ladies and gentlemen, and I hope it lasts because we really don't need anymore goddamn snow!
Well, I'll get back to my paper now (play Spider Solitaire). The play and cast party is tonight, so I'm a little excited, especially because according to Fichtman, West's play last night bombed, so that means anything we do wrong won't matter as much to her. Woohoo. Good luck to the cast and crew of South Pacific! (No comment on whether we need it or not at this point)
Have a good weekend, and if the weather remains nice, go outside! It's worth it, just take it from me.
2:02 PM | Jacquie |
Thursday, March 25, 2004
I'm not going to do my math homework because it's stupid and irrelevant. Here's math that's relevant to yours truly:
Graduation Project = stupid.
Support paper = not being done by Jacquie.
Tomorrow = play.
Meredith = face on ground once Nadia and I clip her with the hut.
Jacquie = loving the Chuck.
Sex voice = needs to be done over the phone with Chuck.
SARS = bad.
Procrastination = good.
I = 've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. Deedly dee dee.
Me = need to be more laid back about everything.
Trip to Orlando = going to be awexome.
Parents(juvenile and unsupportive) + Brothers(sick and space invading) = not a very happy home(s).
Snozberries = tasting like snozberries.
Tech crew for South Pacific = kickass.
A certain trumpet player in the pit for South Pacific = kickass times 2.
Me = going to bed.
10:54 PM | Jacquie |
Note to self: dead cats in bags full of preservative = fun to play with.
AP Bio got a lot more interesting once the kung fu kitties showed up.
10:31 PM | Jacquie |
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Hah, I'm going to kill myself.
Well, not really, but I might bludgeon my head with a nearby stapler.
I'm glad that I have English project after English project to do about stupid things I couldn't care less about, and that my teacher really doesn't make British Literature any less painful for me.
However, through my ADD, I have gotten a little accomplished, (little being the operative word there) and I stumbled across a delightful review of The Mists of Avalon, a retelling of the Arthurian legends from a female perspective. It was delightful because it sounds like something that Dan Marino would write, and a book that I would probably loathe because the Arthurian legends have done little to draw my interest. Go here for some book bashing.
I have to get back to "work" (go eat lunch and drag it out for an hour) so I hope y'all have a good remainder of the weekend.
1:09 PM | Jacquie |
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Last night, I went over Chuck's house, which was spendiferous. Chuck took me on a mini-tour of his house, and then I ate dinner with his family. I admit, I was a bit nervous although I really had nothing to worry about, but they were really nice, so I eased up a bit. Then Chuck and I went down to his basement and watched Office Space, which was great because Office Space = great and Chuck = awesome, so this = awesomly great. I CAN do math! After the movie was over, we spent an hour just laying together on the couch, talking, tickling each other, and just looking into each others' eyes. I really don't know if it could have been any better. All I want to do is just fall asleep in his arms and wake up in his embrace. I always wanted to do that, wake up next to the person that I love. I know that it seems cliché, but it's been a wish of mine for a long time. Dan knows.
In a little while, about 20 minutes or so, it will be our one month anniversary. This month has been easily the best month of my life. It also does not seem like JUST a month, it seems more than that, because our relationship seems like one that's more than all of the stereotypical bullshit high school relationships; a love ahead of its time, perhaps. I've never before been so happy just to be alive, and I just want to say that Chuck, I love you. You've made this month quite an adventure, and I know there's sure to be more in store for our journey. Sorry if that sounds lame, but I'm not wonderful with words. You're truly amazing, and I awake everyday with a smile knowing that you're in my life, and it will be another day that I will see or talk to you.
Well, I'm done know, even though I'm sure I could talk about Chuck forever, BUT, it's getting late. I'll end this post with a very fitting quote:
"I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
Ben Folds ~ "The Luckiest"
11:58 PM | Jacquie |
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Well, since I enjoy rambling on and on, I figure it's due time that I ramble on and on about the Junior Prom and such.
On Saturday, my dad's girlfriend's sister, (what a mouthful!) Sandy, did my hair, and she did a fantastic jorb! I went to Brittany's house beforehand to get primped and such, and many a freaked out girl could be seen scrambling to and fro, trying to keep her head from falling off. Chuck came to Brittany's, and he looked handsome, like usual. He gave me the most beautiful corsage, and I...couldn't even pin his boutinier (sp?) on. Wow. Then everybody's FAVORITE time, picture time, took place, and I'm surprised that I only saw spots for a couple minutes.
After hearing the phrases "Be careful!" and "Don't get pregnant!" several times, Chuck and I headed off to Spring Mill where the Junior Prom awaited us. Of course, a little Toto was needed beforehand! When we arrived, we said our hellos, then made our way to our table. It turned out that we each recieved a picture frame as a memento (oOo), but the best part of it was the picture of a woman holding her spastic son in the frame. That kid is my hero! After eating dinner, we decided to go dance it up...or at least TRY to. One funny thing that happened was when a bunch of people (Marina, Nick, Ryan, Jocelyn, Chuck, me, etc.) decided to rave in the coat room. We ended up staying in the room with the least amount of people in it, which was more fun, because we could clown around without injuring ourselves as well as others. Let me just say that Chuck + Lance = hilarity. The DJ even played a medley of "Ice Ice Baby" and "Under Pressure" to the delight of Marina and I. *Beams* Where's our debate club when we need it? After losing my camera, Fichtman yelling at Chuck to put his clothes on (it's NOT what it sounds like...really...), and Chuck stealing the flowers from our table, the prom was over, but oh, the party had just begun...
We headed to Nikki's house for a super foxy co-ed sleepover, and on the way had a little automotive fun with Brandon Jones. We watched American Pie and Matchstick Men in her basement, and that sounds like a rather normal evening, but it was hands down the most incredible night of my life. Chuck and I were wrapped in each other's embrace, and I couldn't be any happier. Ok, so that sounds sappy, but it felt as if there was an emotional outpour of love between us, it was unbelievable. Just...man, just being there with him is incredible enough, but just cuddling with him was...indescribable, really. Man, I could look into his eyes forever...Anyway, so unfortunetly, we had to abide by the rules and split up, girls upstairs, guys downstairs. I couldn't go to sleep because Nadia and Lindsay were talking and listening to ringtones, so as a result I got really pissy. They eventually moved to Nikki's room, so I got maybe 2-3 hours o' sleep. When I woke up, Nikki, Lindsay, and I decided to go wake up our dudes, and when I saw Chuck's initial look of bewilderment fade into that of happiness, I knew that my day wasn't going to be bad after all. After eating breakfast and watching Biodome, a high-quality flick, Chuck and I left, and I went home, where I became more ill, and fell asleep for a little while to the sound of race cars and drunk men. God bless the hicks.
So there it is...if you're still with me...hello? *poke poke* Ok, well, th-th--th-that's all folks!
P.S. Chuck, I love you! :)
9:02 PM | Jacquie |
Friday, March 12, 2004
Man. I don't know what to talk about. Oh wait, how about Chuck.
Chuck is amazing, funny as hell, sincere, kind, crazy, EVERYTHING, not to mention incredibly handsome. I'm just ecstatic, all the time. I was in a major slump prior to him, and now I feel so...uplifted and alive. I admit, I'm still a little lost as far as the future goes and my priorities according to OTHER people aren't in order (apparently Chuck is not far up on their list), but I couldn't be any happier. I need to stop worrying, in fact, I'm done worrying. I'm not going to slack completely, I'm just...not going to let it get to me. Chuck's a daring guy, and I think a little adventure in my life is what I need. I was afraid of change for a while, and I'm starting to let go of that. I went driving for the first time yesterday, and it wasn't bad, but I'm just not used to being in control of things like that. I've been sheltered for my entire life because, you know, god forbid I injure myself. Sometimes precaution can inhibit you from enjoying your life, and maybe that's what's happened to me until now.
Well, enough about me. Back to Chuck. Ok, so my thoughts and life are wrapped around him currently, so I may be blabbing on and on about him. I don't think there's enough space and patience on your behalf for me to say everything I can about him. He's just...man, I can't describe him. He's the embodiment of everything you could ever want in someone. Nobody's perfect, but I think he's pretty damn close. We have a lot of common interests, and I could just talk to him forever. All I want to do is be near him. We only see each other every day for a little bit, but you'd be surprised at how much that can brighten you day, hell, LIFE. I saw him unexpectedly today in the library, and instantaneously, English class became wonderful.
Well, he went to a Jazz Band competition tonight, so I wish him the best of luck! I'm staying home tonight, and beginning my pre-prom primping for tomorrow night. Man, I'm going to have to look like a GIRL! *Gasp* I know, I'm actually going to paint my (poor excuse for) nails, which happens only when I'm so bored I have keep my hands busy to refrain them from chucking nearby objects across my room. I excited, but I have to try and convince my uber hick (check THAT phrase out) dad to let me attend a co-ed sleepover. I'm glad that both my parents have bad track records, so they think that their high school experiences apply to me. I'm also glad because none of that really applies to me, but nobody trusts me. *Sigh* This is going to be interesting...
Well, even if I'm not allowed to go, I'll still have a good time tomorrow night, because THIS Cinderella has gotten herself a date with the lovely Prince Charming.
Chuck, I ♥ you! Thank you for everything so far, and everything that's sure to come. :)
6:28 PM | Jacquie |
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Wow. I think I'm the last person in the country to know that on the penny, you can see the statue of Lincoln in the Lincoln Memorial. Supposedly, it's a new thing, but this makes me want to move to Canada, because I'm so out of the loop, I might as well, eh?
I straightened my hair yesterday, and I recieved many compliments from this. Thanks, ya'll. I just wish it was straight all the time-YES, I KNOW that you can get it chemically straightened and whatnot, but seriously, this is ME we're talking about. 1) I don't have that much money to get it straightened the best way (which is like $800), and 2) Yeah, that's pretty much it.
I should set up a charity, and have fliers with a picture of my fro head (preferably a picture of my 9th grade assessment video, if you know what I'm talking about-"frizzball") and call it "Tame the Mane" or something. Ok, it's a tad selfish, but everyone, including myself, is tired of the fro. Oh wait, I COULD get a job or something...but that would mean I would have to get off my lazy ass. Nevermind, the fro is here to stay indefinitely.
Well, I must head out of BlogLand, so Chuck= you're magically delicious and Dan = good in bed...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yeah, nah gahna do it.
5:34 PM | Jacquie |
Sunday, March 07, 2004
I just came back from Bowl for Kids with Jess, Jen, and Brittany, and I can tell you one thing...I have a mean hook when I bowl. It's crazy.
So I will leave you a quote for tonight from my good friend Ben Folds:
"Goodnight, goodnight, sweet baby
The world has more for you than it seems
Let the moonlight take a lid off your dreams"
6:27 PM | Jacquie |
It has come to my attention that my good blog friend, Linda, is starting a movement. If enough people do it, it will be successful...and success is good. It's called "Google Bombing", and it's when a lot of people put links on their blogs saying something and it becomes high up on a search engine result list. For example, when typing in the phrase "miserable failure," the first thing that comes up on a Google search result list is the website for George W. Bush's official bio on the the site for the White House. To read the other ones, go to Linda's site.
This particular one: Penis under robe. Whose site is it? Judge Judy's. I don't know where her hatred for Judge Judy stems, because she's so gosh darn lovable, but all I know is that if it works, that would be quite humorous.
So do it. Penis under robe. Make the world a better place. :)
Last night = an amazing phone call with that special someone. He's so fantastic, my head might asplode. That would be gross, though. Eww.
You know what's sad? I have an AOL parental block, and it's not letting me go to my own PG-13 rated blog. Man, I don't even LOOK 13 yet! I can go to everyone else's though, well, except Xangas. I need a middle finger emoticon right about now...
I haven't done the Friday Five in a while, but it's a good one, so I will (yay for childhood!):
1. ...your first grade teacher's name?
Miss Ward. Ugg. A scary old black lady who wore a wig and flipped over my desk everyday because it wasn't clean enough. *Shudders*
2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon?
Saturday morning...well, I watched Nick a lot, and they played their regular cartoons on Saturday mornings, from what I remember, so it probably was Rugrats or Doug or something. Then again, I could be wrong. Rocko's Modern Life was amazing too, and still is. R-E-C-Y-C-L-E recycle....The sad thing is that I used to act those episodes out at recess...wow...
3. ...the name of your very first best friend?
Well, at that time, it was a tie between Jess and Brittany, and we were all in the same class. Ali came into the picture later on, and her and Jess used to fight over me. That was insane...
4. ...your favorite breakfast cereal?
Probably Lucky Charms, but my taste in cereal really hasn't changed much. I ate Honey Bunches of Oats today though, so I guess I've become a little more sophisticated in that area. But still, Lucky Charms. Mmmm.
5. ...your favorite thing to do after school?
I'm sure it would be going over someone's house, because there was and still is really not much to do at mine. One time, I was forced to go to Brittany's house, and I told her I wasn't allowed, but she ignored that, and dragged me to her house. My mom called up and bitched, so :Þ to Brittany.
12:38 PM | Jacquie |
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Since I last updated, nothing "eventful" has really happened. The compare and contrast essay for English totally screwed me all week long, but now that it's done I can relax...oh wait, I still have GP. :(
I devised a plan to attain world peace: give everyone a Chuck. Seriously, I think everyone would be happy all the time, and we could have international Chuck parties and Chuck dinners over a steamy Chuck roast. Mmmm. Chuck...roast...
Well, I have a night CHUCK full of homework (remind me never to be a comedian), so I must go. I'll end with a quote:
"I'M HAPPY!" *Scream* - Me
7:27 PM | Jacquie |