Friday, August 13, 2004
You know those times when you feel really antisocial, and anything said to you, whether good or bad, just seems to be especially irritating? Right now I'm in that kind of a mood, and I don't even know why. Maybe it's from the rare contact I have with people because I've been out looking at colleges. Maybe it's because the school year is approaching and frankly, I don't want to go back. The more I look at colleges, the more I want to get out of here. Maybe that's why I'm in this mood. Maybe it's because the recent failed guilt trips that my mom has been experimenting with. They're not working, but they get to me a bit. I could dabble in "maybe"s all day.
I should be reading that damn AP English book, but I rather just curl up and do nothing. I'll take a few Advil, lay down, and maybe just...dissapear. I'm not sure if I'd like to do that, but I'm indifferent to everything anymore. I heard "Your Song" on the radio twice today, and I remembered how much that song used to affect me. When I heard it today, I was an emotionless void. I hope it's just a minor phase, if not, I hope something happens soon. Sometimes I feel like I can't relate to anything, and I don't have an identity. At times I feel invisible, which is sometimes useful, but often frustrating.
Well, I could go on with this pointless rant, but I'll stop. I don't feel like typing, or seem to have the energy for it. Maybe I need some contact with friends, but I don't feel like talking much to anyone right now. I'll post later in a happier time.
2:34 PM | Jacquie |
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Jennifer Worthington:
"P.S. Don't tell the others, but you are my favorite stage crew ninja. A hungover, high, sobbing Brittany was a close second though."
Yes. I am awesome.
While all y'all out there are getting your summer vacation/job on, or what have you, I've been visiting colleges...A LOT. With visits and "drive throughs" combined, I've been to...1, 2, 3...11 colleges. At the end of this week, it will be 14. I'm going to explode. It's not that these visits aren't enjoyable, it's just that the visits are doing exactly what they shouldn't be doing...making it harder for me to eliminate colleges. Just don't ask me to compare two colleges. Please. It hurts my head.
My mom is moving to the heart of Doylestown, which means that every other week I'm going to be there too, as opposed to my aunt and uncle's house. We'll be sharing the house with our former neighbor, Nick, and his daugher Maya. They get the 3rd floor, we get the other two. It's a 5-bedroom Victorian house that's located right in the middle of "town" so it might be...enjoyable? We'll see. I think I'm sharing a room with my little brother, as my mom thinks it unsuitable for my two brothers to share a room with each other. Oh joy. At least I got the cool one to room with, I mean, heh, I don't play favorites or anything...(Huzzah for blatant lies!)
I'm still not done my AP English book, which means I haven't started on the 3 essays, which means...I'm screwed. Well, it's not like I wasn't going to procrastinate, it's just more so than I originally planned.
When I have something else to say, I will. Meanwhile, enjoy the summer while it lasts. Have a nice life.
3:38 PM | Jacquie |
Monday, August 09, 2004
Look at the quote above. If I were to write about everything that's happened or that I've felt and heard about recently, that pretty much says it all. Sure, I'm being vague, but I don't feel like typing it all, although maybe I should because it's been bouncing around in my head. Let's just say that "Hallelujah" by Rufus Wainwright has been in heavy rotation in my mind and CD players recently...god, that line gets me every time.
7:51 PM | Jacquie |
Monday, August 02, 2004
I failed to mention that the South crew will be staying at East for one marking period. Indeed, Dana, it's bittersweet like a Sour Patch Kid.
2:53 PM | Jacquie |
So yeah, as Dan puts it, that picture is my "Tourist Jacquie" picture. That was taken on top of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. I think a Tourist Jacquie doll would be nice, except I'm a horrible tourist. I lost a French-English Dictionary on one of our first days in Paris. And one of my hats. I lost about 20 CDs when I went to Alaska. Maybe another hat too. It probably didn't matter because I had about one for each day of the week.
I guess the hat phase has passed since then...that could be due to the fact that I started dressing myself a year ago. I guess the world may never know.
I got an "unofficial" copy of my high school transcript in the mail today. Man, I kicked so much ass. Only one B and two A-'s on the whole thing. Because I don't do many things right, I'm going to cherish my transcript. I should frame it or something, so if I end up on a street corner (Yeah, that's right, a flat-chested, hormoneless prostitute. Come get it while it's hot, boys.) I can look back on the golden years, when there were A's instead of Oh's.
Or, I could go to a good college, get a good job and have a good life. But hey, like Ronald McDonald said, "It could happen." Actually, I highly doubt it, thanks for nothing, Ron.
Wow. I think I'll stop now.
2:24 PM | Jacquie |
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Well, this weekend was a very...trying one.
First, I found out that my dog cut her leg badly and needed stitches. Apparently, she was outside at my dad's friend's house (he's Canadian, eh.) and heard lightning strike, started running, slipped, then fell or something. I don't know. Anyway, that was a lot of fun.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from Jess. This is pretty much how it went:
Jess: Hello, is Jacquie here?
Me: Yeah, it's me.
Jess: ...Jen's moving tomorrow.
Me: Heh, what?
Jess: Jen's moving tomorrow, to North Carolina.
Me: (In total disbelief at this point) What? Heh heh heh. (Nervous laughter)
Then we laughed for a little while, not because the matter is funny at ALL, but because we both had a hard time accepting it and we didn't know what to say. It was the one of the saddest laughs I've ever heard. It was so shocking. I mean, she sent me an e-mail a couple of days before with the tennis schedule for the Master's tournament. I didn't understand.
I got off the phone with Jess and walked into the family room and told my brothers in a zombie-like state what I just found out. Scott said "Haha" and I replied with "It's not a laughing matter." I wish I punched him in the face. He would have had it coming, too.
It didn't really hit me until I called Dan. I needed to talk to someone, and he has a knack of making me feel better, so I gave him a ring. Oddly enough, I started crying as soon as I talked to him. I'm crying a little now too, man, I sound like a mess.
What we (Jess, Brittany, and I) ended up doing was making a picture collage and buying a picture frame for Jen to put a picture from our farewell party at the Macaroni Grill in. We picked up Christina and surprised Jen then went to the Macaroni Grill, and while in the car ride there and waiting for our table at the restaurant, we did some Mad Libs.
I drew an awesome picture of the Stage Crew Ninjas from South Pacific on the paper tablecloth and I gave it to Jen as a little present. Dinner was great, and we told our waiter it was Jen's birthday (it was on the 21st) and they sang to her in Italian while she twirled a napkin around her head. Many incriminating photos were taken.
We went back to Jess's where we made a defective, yet tasty cheesecake, and we watched Reno 911/tennis (my newfound favorite sport as well as Jen's) and enjoyed Jen's last day as a resident Pennsylvanian.
I could list all of the memories and inside jokes that Jen and I have, but I won't. It's not really a goodbye, because she's coming back for Labor Day, and we're planning a trip down to Raliegh. I'll just say that I'll see her later, and I wish her the best with adjusting to her new home. But before then, I'll miss her a lot.
Actually, I miss her already.
Anyway, my dad paid the internet bill, so I'm not a technological outcast anymore. Well, every other week, that is. I'm planning on changing the picture on her, just because I have nothing better to do that isn't related with a certain AP English summer reading assignment. Heh.
I'll close this entry with some eloquent words from Mr. Bartholomew Simpson..."Smell ya later!"
9:03 PM | Jacquie |