Hah. Does anyone else wake up in the middle of the night and have to pee, but get sidetracked by eyeliner and lipstick at three in the morning? Cos I have this weird habit of putting on makeup at midnight, almost more often than I put it on during the day. Sad. Dunno why I have a strange attachment to makeup at night. There's not particular reason to put it on when no one's going to see it...
And does anyone else listen to music and think of it like PS7? I listen to music and I'm thinking "okay, got the guitars, now add some filters to those, and blur the edges. Then add in the percussion, with a sharpening tool, and use "Find edges" to make the sound clearer, and then create a new layer and add the voice. Copy layer and blur it to add that cool echoey effect and then..."
...I'm so fucking weird...
^___^
My speakers aren't working! I don't know why. I did everything right (I know i did, because i got desperate and actually referred to the directions this time... >_<;)
So if anyone has any experience with putting in new speakers and a sub on a PC ( This is what I did )~Mood~:  annoyed ~Music~: The Shins - New Slang (this song makes me cry) |
( moo )~Mood~: moo! ~Music~: Nickelback - Feeling Way Too Damn Good |
These are me... blah... i was colorful today... as you can see... *makes face*
I burned a batch of cookies (they were black and smoking). I have an essay, a speech, three tests, and a graded discussion due this week. I'm a little fried and dead from teh friend sadness as of late.~Music~: Fuel - Million Miles |
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Dec. 3rd, 2004 @ 05:37 pm
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Elliott Smith makes me cry. Seriously, it's the most depressing thing ever that he's dead. Suicide sucks. Death sucks. I'm tired of death. So there. But I'm semi-proud that such a good artist came from pathetic little Portland. I suppose Portland isn't that bad though. We've actually got quite the little art scene growing. I mean, we have First Thursday, and a whole mess of other things like that. Tons of galleries, tons of oppertunities. It sucks that I have no time to paint or draw anymore. I barely have time to write (but I make time for that, else I'd go mad).
Okay, fun over, seriousness now.
Sketchy... I'm angry. Like the kind of angry that I can barely express (actually, I'm kind of spitting and gurgling, which techniquely isn't a form of coherent communication). You... gah. I have no words. Just anger. And Dimitri... whatever. I'm angry at you too, but it's just not worth going into. I really don't understand how either of you could be such... insensitive... gah... but I fully realize that I'm not involved, and I'd prefer it remained that way. Just thought I'd let you know, though.
This Julius Caesar essay is driving me a little nuts. *is a cashew*
Everyone who drew on my pants today; THANK YOU!!! My mother was horrified. I tried to explain that the actual retail value of these jeans is somewhere in the negative numbers, even before we drew on it, but she was still pretty annoyed.
Love you all!
(Chewy (or Chuicey, as you have been named by Jess B.) I hope you feel better, babe! We were sad without you.... except not! *prances* ^_^)~Mood~:  groggy ~Music~: Elliott Smith - Between The Bars |
I GOT IN!!!!! I GOT IN, I GOT IN, I GOT INNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!
*twitches in ecstasy*
SEE!!! BEHOLD MY HAPPINESS!!!
COURSE SUMMARY:
SCREENWRITING COURSE #051
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SUNDAYS, FEB 6-MAR 13, 1-4 PM
GREGORY SAX Interested in learning how to produce a short dramatic screenplay? Have an original story for the screen? The emphasis of this course will be on creative storytelling, self-expression, dialogue, understanding screenwriting format and considering production implications. Classmates and the instructor will critique students' work. Enrollment limit: 10.
6 SESSIONS
TUITION: $245
And to top off a pretty freaking good day, I came home, and I found that AFI has done a cover of "Head Like a Hole" by NIN. It's hot. Davey's whispering into the mike, and that's always sexy, but he's all sounding dom-like, and that's even hotter. *melts* Dear god, AFI is the sexiest band to own the planet... *passes out*~Mood~:  bouncy ~Music~: Green Day - American Idiot |
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Nov. 30th, 2004 @ 08:34 pm
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Bad day. Bad day. Bad day.
God, will grade school never stop haunting me?! Is this my punishment for being such a whiny little bitch last year?!
Yeah... sometimes I think that karma is a fucker. And he hates me. *dies*
So, first, haircut (was angry that I had to get one, but it was nothing) and then, shopping. This is where the trauma began. You'd think, shopping, no big deal, but you would be SO WRONG. My dad went with and this always spells disaster. But apparently, while I was a couple hundred feet away getting my hair butchered, they decided to buy plates. Except that it wasn't just plates. It was the whole damn SET of dishware. *dies* Realize that I had a lot of homeowrk to do (which I've just given up on since I don't think Im going to school tomorrow anyways...) and I felt like shit already. (an 11 hour day makes me pretty fucking tired, and I was up until three writing, so I'm dead by about 4:30 every evening). Add to this disasterous mixture of shopping and anger my parentals' respective illnesses. My mother pulled a muscle in her back, and my father has the flu. Why they suddenly were struck with the urge to buy plates is beyond me. So I walk over from the hair-cutting-place (it's not a salon, so what do you call it?!) and see this CAR. Nothing out of the ordinary, right? WRONG AGAIN. It was Andy. Yes, that Andy. The one I am so not over. I don't know why I'm not over him (possibly because he is my soulmate (who hates me...)!) but there he was. luckily for me, I was on my cell phone and pretended to not recognize him (and i really shouldn't have... I haven't seen him in forever!) I rush past him, and get inside. I think I'm safe, because I was pretending they were leaving (I think he was with his girlfriend... it was most unpleasant...) but THEY WEREN'T. I bump into him, at least FIVE times (without making eyeconact, so that's pretty impressive (or just pathetic)). Eventually, it becomes one of those "you go first" "no you go first" "I'm not looking at you" "me either"
-->My mother:"HEY ANDY!!! HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN FOREVER. YOU'RE TALL. HOW COME YOU NEVER TALK TO JESSICA ANYMORE?!" *extreme mortification of said daughter who is being forced to push extremely heavy cart of DOOM*
He smiled angrily, in that "I hate you, but your mother knows my mother, so I'll be nice." kinda smiles (okay, so I'm exagerating and inferring, both. But it wasn't far off from that... or I don't think it was...
Then we spent the remainder of the evening trying to get these dishes in and out and in again to the cart, and then into the trunk, and then into the house. It took for-fucking-ever. By this time, i was extremely angry, and in one of my most foul moods of hatred. Now I'm just exhausted. Drained to the max... and sick to boot. i feel like crap.
I need a hug.~Music~: Cursive - Some Red Handed Slight of Hand |
Computers deserve to die (a.k.a. Norton hates me and blocked yet another useful program)
Last day of the four day weekend. *le sigh*
As usual, it's freezing in my room, and I'm too stubborn to close the freaking window.
My mother killed her back and is limping around the house (when she moves at all) and my father has some nasty cold I really don't want to get but think I'm getting anyways...
Ah yes, the important part of today's rambling (brought to you by a head-cold and three benadryls):
I got AIM (finally, I know) and I need all of your SN's. So give 'em over! *brandishes her copy of Norton-Anitvirus at you* And just in case you care, mine is m00ofd00m
Also, everyone must watch these movies:
Velvet Goldmine
The Hours
The Dead Poets Society
Good Will Hunting
Elephant
GIA
Trainspotting
grrllurllerlbbbb.... I feel like shit....
see ya'll tomorrow =^_^=~Mood~: cold and headachy ~Music~: A Perfect Circle - Imagine |
Dude, my first flame, EVA!!!! *smirks* I'm kinda proud that I even merrited a flame!
... Is there any other cliché out there you`re not working into your story?
language,sex,drugs,self-mutilation,past non-con,eating disorders...
Yes. Cant forget the DuoUberangst and the XYGundamPilotBastardization, because
well, there is this popular series and even if I dont have a clue what it's
about, I can castrate and write the characters, the history and the universe of
GW as I like... because I have issues?
What's funny about this is that I'm working exactly against every cliche of this plotline, so I feel that i'm at least attempting to be original. And, I own the entire series of Gundam Wing on DVD (all 10!) plus, all the manga! So I defnitely know the plot, and I'm very familiar with the characters. But let people think whatever they want. Oh, this is the best part; s/he didn't leave their email or sign their review, most likely out of insecurity over their writing, or the fact that they probably don't write at all. This part of flaming will never cease to amuse me. *is smug*
Moving on, Turkey-Day... it was okay, mostly boring, but okay. There were eight of us cousins, and we played Catch-Phrase for a while (girls against boys, and the girls were totally better than the boys), then D'n'D for a while. I made plans to stay with Sara at her house, then Maddy at her apartment over Christmas break, and then Heidi at her dorm. I'm looking forward to staying with Maddy in Eugene. She's so funny. She's all "Shh, don't tell anyone, but I've been so bad lately." Of course, I'm thinking, 'What, did you get drunk and sleep with the football team, or what?' and she giggles and says "I got tipsy... tee-hee" Lol. Yes, this is my family. They're all such prudes. None of them date that much, plan on having sex before marriage, or have smoked/done drugs/gotten wasted or even cuss. Maddy got "tipsy" off of one Mike's Hard Lemonade. How sad is that? But it's still cute. I was all "Go you *waves 'drunk-pride' flag..." She says I can drink while I'm up there, which is cool. I'm all for a little alcohal. I wouldn't want to get drunk, but meh...
And, tomorrow I'm getting my permit. So that when summer starts, I can take the test and get my license. *is nervous* I gotta read the book tonight, before i go to bed.~Mood~:  satisfied ~Music~: The Crystal Method - Murder |
OMG. My mother is a fucking genius.
She put my pants (the ones i wear like every other day) in the garbage. For some reason she thought that's where they were supposed to go. They are practically new, clean (well, they were, before she shoved them in a trash bag >_<) and MY FAVOURITE PAIR OF BLACK PANTS. grr... stupid bitch... And I love the common courtesy in this house too. I'm like sumpremely pissed at her, and dad pipes up from the couch, "Well, go get the damn pants then!" and mom is all "haha!!! I'm so funny!" and I'm still standing there in semi-shock. WTF man, I want my pants back! If I had put her pants in the garbage on accident, I would have gone and gotten them for her, and she would have expected it, but apparently this does not extend both ways. Plus, she was still clothed, whereas I am wearing pj's by this point...
...grr...
btw:
I think I must have been really bored... or just in a retarded mood. I should have been doing homework or something constructive... but NO... I'd much rather mess around in PS7 >_<
*runs off to work on translating German*~Mood~: annoyed ~Music~: Eifel 65 (dude, it's so good! Go dig it out of your old CDs) |
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Nov. 18th, 2004 @ 08:50 am
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PLAN SCORES
ENGLISH - 99
usage/mechanics - 97
rhetorical skills - 99
MATHEMATICS - 97
Algebra - 93
Geometry - 99
READING - 99 (I didn't miss a single one here!)
SCIENCE - 99
COMPOSITE SCORE -
99'th PERCENTILE!!!
You cannot possibly understand how happy this makes me. I'm convinced now, actually going to school and doing my homework has completely turned around my credibility as a student, and I think I can actually get into the college I want. Especially if my SAT's look anywhere near this nice. *hopes* ~Mood~:  still happy! ~Music~: The Distillers - City of Angels |
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Nov. 17th, 2004 @ 10:26 pm
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Who's in the 99'th percentile overall, baby!
Yeah!
I just kicked that PLAN test's ass!
If my ACT scores look like that, I'm going to fucking Harvard, or Yale, or Standford, no problems!
*tweaks repeatedly and with great happiness*
I'm so excited!!!
Now, on to conquer the SAT!!!~Mood~:  jubilant ~Music~: The Start - Shakedown! |
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Nov. 17th, 2004 @ 08:17 pm
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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test |
Yo! Friendlings! Ich liebe! (I can't remember which ones means "love" and which one means "live"... Tina will tell me...)
Today was nicht so gut. But mostly because I had the cramps of HORRIBLE DEATH. And I was late and totally got bitched out by my car-pooler-type-peoples. Oh well... But besides that... Sarah is the greatest moron ever (the drool!) *hugs*
"That's So..."
cookie-cutter
potted
tasered
pie
indelible
"edumacated" (Sarah knows this one! ^__^)
peachy
greased
tantric (oh, how religion class is currupting me!)
instant
geometric
concave
Neways... I'm done now...~Mood~:  exhausted ~Music~: Dead Can Dance - How Fortunate the Man With None |
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Nov. 14th, 2004 @ 11:47 am
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EEEEP!!! You guys don't understand how excited I am!!! I got the internet back, and I downloaded a shitload of stuff, right away, including this awesome thingy that rips music from internet radio and seperates them into tracks. It's so fucking cool! I'm getting so much music, my computer is going to crash again in a couple of days, I can already see it... >_<;
The only problem now is that the only reason i even got it back was my grades, and I have this tendancy to not pay attention to the rest of the world when i have access to the internet... so I have to learn to do my homework first, and actually go to sleep, since I only get six hours when I go to bed on time. Speaking of homework.... *cusses and runs off to finish three assignments she's been putting off all weekend*
I HATE BUDDHA!!! (Yes, I am aware that this seems random, but i assure you, it is not. I'm supposed to find three images of Buddha, one each from Cambodia, Tibet, and Indonesia. Sounds simple, ne? It's not. I can find the picures okay, but they have to have a bunch of info with them that I can't find, like the year they were created (Who gives a fuck; they're old, right?) and the medium used, the artist's name (again... some Asian dude, who cares what his name is) and worst yet, the school of Buddhism the statue belongs to; Vajrayana, Mahayana, or Theravada; this is not happening... and then last they want to know how the Buddha is used...)
The thing about this assignment is that normally I would bullshit my way through it, but Buddha hates me and for some reason I am not having any luck making up crap about the statues built into cliffs in the middle of Tibet that no one cares about...
And can someone please help me with a thesis statement for fucking Julius Caeser. Apparently now I also hate Shakespeare...
But on the bright side, It's less than a month until I have a three week break!!!
And I spent this weekend totally allein. Es war Prima! Ich habe Musik gehoren, und Essen gemachen. Und ich habe meine Internet zuruck! Meine Mutter geht zum die Strand, und mein Bruder geht mit. Meine Vater hat Arbeit. Ich haette Hausaufgaben, aber es war leicht. Ich geslaufen! Und ich trug meine PJ's alles Wochenende. Jetz, ich musste Elle's Email geschreiben. Tut mir leid fur diese lange Post. (And the crappy German grammer... I did it really fast, not that any of you care because you don't speak German... *glares at all who take French or Spanish*)~Mood~: cheerful ~Music~: Inscape - Immer Ich |
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I know I haven't posted in FOREVER. But this deserved great amazing happiness!
I HAVE AN A IN MATH!!!
~Mood~: thankful ~Music~: NONE! |
Okay, I just got back from my week-long internet deprevation, only to realize that my father had hijacked my computer and will be "fixing" it for the next week (apparently this includes a great loss of music files, videos, and documents on my part, which sucks major butt). Also, livejournal is being an ass for some reason and will not let me log in... >_<
I just wanted to say that I'm home, and I'm sorry for ignoring you guys all last week, but it was kinda like being able to see a glass of water and not drink it, 'cause I could read your emails and stuff, but i couldn't log into Livejournal or get anything constructive done.
The trip basically consisted of reading (I read many books), learning to do Tarot (Johnny taught me the beginnings) and generally being lazy. Then my mother kidnapped us and we stayed in a hotel for a night and went shopping on the way home (I bought clothes!!!) Actually I have many, many green items of clothing. The black is officially not the most prominent thing i own anymore. *tear*. But it was succesful, all in all. I won't tell you where I shopped or I might be disowned. I haven't turned into a prep!!! It's not me who bought the multitudes of feminine clothing!!! Really, I was under Imperius! I plead temporary insanity... or something...
I have too much stuff to talk about. A week is a long time to be without the internet... >_<
I'll post random bits every now and again when teh parentals are not using their computer for business stuff.
Ahh!!! good news! Jessi is getting paid to make teh parentals a website for our company!!! Like $400 dollars kinda paid, and then hourly wages with each update, as well as a bonus for everyone who hears of us from the internet. That will def supply my coffee addiction next year ^________^. *is happy/excited* I might even be able to go to Germany based on that. Also, i am getting paid mucho money for helping out at the jobsite for 26 hours, and I'm getting paid minimum wage for filing and such. Just little things, but it adds up.
More from The Life of Jessi, later. ^_^
Celia, I think about you every free minute and I love you. *kisses* I hope you're doing okay.~Mood~: groggy ~Music~: Live - I Alone |
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Aug. 21st, 2004 @ 10:44 am
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Jessi's fav Olympic moment of the day: "Michael Phelps surged from behind to out-touch Ian Crocker"
Here's why: Michael/Ian slash, anyone? ^___^ Sorry, it had to be said!
The next morning:
Okay... I'm dying my hair right now, and I got it EVERYWHERE. The drawers in the bathroom are COVERED in purple acidic dye, and it's eating away at my gray matter at the moment (having gotten past the layer of skin and bone already) >_< OWFUCK! It hurts! It burns!
30 minutes later:
Ahhh... black once more (although at the moment, that's uncluding my now blue scalp, and the foot that looks suspiciously like it contracted something... poisonous) >.< I spilled a little... a lot, of dye on myself... and now I look like something out of a horror movie. Why, oh why am i so uncoordinated??? And the worst sin... (wait for it) I'm wearing JEANS. Yes... those... the unspeakables >.< And they're light blue... But it's okay, cause that means I've lost weight! Enough that I can wear them again! (i think at least twenty pounds since the summer started! *beams*) And i get to spend nine days away from this hell-hole! Good times man, good times! I'd say it's time to celebrate. I'll probably start jogging again soon. Once school starts I hope I can be doing three miles. If i do that like four times a week, then I'll be in good shape. But I'm not there yet. I stopped jogging, so I'm... ugh... really out of shape... Maybe Chewy will work out with me since we both stay and she wants to get on the Lacross team. Lacross >.<... I swear, it's like the biggest sport at my school and i didn't even know what it was until this year. [/novel]
Okay, bye now, I don't know for how long... prolly just a few days. Sorry I don't have time to read your journals now, I'll do it first thing when i get to a computer! ^ ^~Mood~: cheerful ~Music~: Manic Street Preachers - Judge Yourself (is in LOVE!!!) |
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Aug. 20th, 2004 @ 12:41 pm
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Okay people, this isn't mine, it's by the glorious, unmatched HP fandom talent of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) julianelupin as a B-day present for me FAV HP WRITER EVER, thieving_gypsy
Somehow, JulianeLupin managed to put David Bowie into a Marauders fanfic, and it's oh so tragic and poetic. Seriously, her writing makes me weep from the sheer hopelessness of her characters and the beauty with which they are none-the-less protrayed. She makes them so human, and so flawed. This slayed me, so go read it. A tiny bit of slash, but it's not the focus of the story.
[Edit:] Forgot, this is where she's archived it: Scary Monsters. It's friends only though... so... yeah, that's why i had to put it here for you lovely people to read it!
[Edit 2:] She requested that I just put a link to the story, as it is now public, so go HERE to read the glory! My apologies, julianelupin.~Mood~: IN AWE!!! ~Music~: David Bowie - Moonage Daydream |
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Aug. 20th, 2004 @ 11:35 am
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Aug. 19th, 2004 @ 07:35 pm
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Okay *gasping breath* I GOT A FLIP-PHONE!!!! God, people are going to think I have money next year! I'm starting to feel rich! I have no new clothes, but I got a crappy laptop, my old wacom tablet, a totally beautiful MP3 player *pets*, and a gorgeous, tiny little flip-phone! So weird! My computer is starting to look like a fucking lab. I've got wires going in every single direction, I need a new adapter, cause mine's totally full, and there are various beeping/glowing things all over the place. The flip-phone has a color-screen, and THE HARRY POTTER THEME-SONG AS A RINGTONE!!!!! OMFG!!! I'm surfing the internet with my phone!!! So weird...
Excuse the materialistic moment(s) I was having up there... >_< I get really excited over electronics. *sheepish look* I can't believe I get to have it to myself! It's less than half the size of my old phone! Okay, dude, I'm done now. It's out of my system... But HOLY FUCK!!!
^_________^
Oh, while I'm at it, here's some DA galleries for you to check out. These people kick ASS!
Coxi - awesome abstract/personal photography. Very colorful and such. Plus, it's a guy artist! how often do you see that?
huluvu - more great photography the newer stuff in the gallery is better than the old, but it's all pretty good.
P0rn - Another photographer! Nice stuff, here.
khrass - Wow! Great macabre artist! This art kicks ass, and again, it's a guy artist.
suzi9mm This girl is my FAVOURITE dark photographer. She's amazing! Bloody, gory, disgusting photography, everywhere!
That's all for now! I've got a ton more recommendations, but I don't feel like writing them all out.
God, my phone kicks ass!~Mood~: bouncy ~Music~: Manic Street Preachers (THANK YOU Punk_Kitteness!!!!) |
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