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[May. 6th, 2008|11:16 pm] |
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I have the best friends in the whole world! Everybody was so nice to me on my birthday that I almost exploded from overwhelming amounts of lurve. Emmet went way out of his way to make my day special and gave me an enormous amount of gifts and even wrote a song for me and played it on his guitar, so I don't know if you still read this, E, but if you do: EXTRA ENORMOUS thanks to you.
And super super thanks to ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ixnayonthetimma for the delicious Corona cake. I don't really know if it's delicious, because it's in pixel form, but it LOOKS delicious, and that's all that really matters. I'm printing it out right now! We'll just see how tasty it is.
Super super thanks to applepieisgood for the email, too. It was the first one I received, so it got extra bonus special points. You guys are all making me feel mushy.
Only one thing made me angry, and it was this: The guy in the liquor store didn't card me. PHFTFFTT!!! I wait all this time and then he doesn't even card me? What an evil monkey beard.
I had a photo shoot the other day and I vill now share ze photos mit du.
I wish it was my birthday every day! Somebody make that happen. I don't want to grow any older, though. Try to work that in the arrangement. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2008|01:34 pm] |
Has anyone else had problems with FAFSA? I've been to my college six times, and called them three times, because every week I get a new letter in the mail saying they don't have some piece of information from my school or I'm not registered for classes or -something-, so they can't process my grant. I've been trying to get this grant for two years now. *goes crazy*
I want to go camping. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2008|01:28 pm] |
Okay, so, I had a hard time with Schopeykin's hair. But it's crazy! Let he who can draw Schopenhauer's hair throw the first taco. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2008|05:09 pm] |
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[Feb. 13th, 2008|01:22 pm] |
Because I'm moving to Boston/Salem/whatever on Saturday, I decided that I really ought to go through my old hard drive and copy any important files onto CDs so I can quit hauling around a freaking hard drive everywhere I go. After many protests and outright refusals from my computer to allow me to access my old files, my friend forced it into submission and the time capsule adventure began.
I won't bore you with all the little text documents and pictures that amused me, except for one.
It's Tim and me at Six Flags when we were just little babies! Okay, it was only four years ago. Whatever.
What kind of fake smile is that, Tim?! Yeesh!
I'm in the middle of reading The Pickwick Papers by Dickens. Agh, hilarious! This Dickens obsession started when I was studying for my ACT, and one of the practice tests had a passage from Nicholas Nickleby by Dickens with some questions... Well, I loved the little three paragraph passage so much that I went out and bought the first volume of the book, and then the second. Nicholas Nickleby is the funniest book ever written... if you like English humor and sarcasm. So, of course I had to snatch up all the other Dickens I could find. What I'm getting around to is this: Read Dickens! I'm also a bit tipsy and I think I'll go now. *nod nod* |
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[Feb. 10th, 2008|05:07 pm] |
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Eek! Saturday is the official day that I will be going to Boston and will not be coming back! This is good news for my LJ, because I'll be so lonely and excited that I'll -have- to post. Oh, Austin, how I will miss you... I'll never forget your beige-y blandness and intense lack of culture.. But most of all, I won't forget how weird (you think) you are. *Stomps the ground to show Austin who's boss (me)*
In other olds, I went to Inner Space Caverns with my family today. They came to visit and it was a toss up between that or The Bridal Expo. Yes, I'm serious. Apparently we chose the wrong one, too. The tour guide lady was -bitter- even though she was only in her 20s and had a nose ring. Here is how the tour started: "Okay, everyone be quiet so I can talk. Now, the trolley is broken, so you need to be able to walk up and down a steep hill to get in and out of the cavern. Okay? I just need everyone to be aware of what they're in for. (She eyed the 8-month pregnant lady as she said that). The first rule I want to go over is one that applies to all caverns. If you've been to a cavern, you know this rule. How many of you have been to a cavern? Raise your hands. Okay, well, you should already know this rule then. The rule is, -don't touch anything-! Nothing! There's only one thing you can touch, and I'll show you when we get to it. The second rule is, don't goof off or act silly, because if you do, something could happen and you could fall." I missed the last rule because everyone started exchanging terrified glances and I was distracted. So we get down into the cavern, and -everything- the woman says from this point on comes out in an exasperated drone. My mom sees a bat and shows Kale, and when the lady ends her stalagmite talk, Kale says "It's a baby bat! Cute!" to another kid, and the lady responds, in the most curt tone she can muster up, "No, you're wrong, that's not a baby bat. It's an adult bat, but it's not a baby like you said." and Kale looked at the floor like he did something wrong. *Hiss* I don't mind people being bitter, but I think it's a bit unfair to have people pay $20 a head and then throw them in a cave with some mean lady without any warning. It was like being back in 1st grade with Mrs. Davis *shudder* No, not your mom, Tim.
Now I show you peoples my stuffiz! Hurrah! I've started designing and selling cards and it's going very pretty super well. Much better than I would have expected, I should say. Here is a sampling:
Boston Boston Boston. I'm going to Boston. Yeah yeah yeah. Me me me. Saturday Saturday Saturday.
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[Jan. 26th, 2008|11:09 pm] |
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I always tell myself I'm going to start posting on here again, but do I? Hm?! Right.
Do you know what gives me hope? Do you have a sickly feeling in your tummy that I'm about to go on a blabbering feel-good spiel? Well, shut up cynical Sally. Here it is: I am wrong constantly and I'm an emotionally driven creature with an infinitesimally small amount of knowledge. I've always believed that to be the case, but the difference today is that I can appreciate how marvelous that is. I had a depressing thought earlier today and as usual, I ran with it and fell into my "Yes, well, that's the way life is. All misery, suffering, and joy dangling from a stick" style internal monologues. And then I realized... every time I come upon a new piece of information that confirms my nihilistic worldview, I automatically assume it is correct and I know all and all is awful.
Why do I unconsciously take on this position in my mind of the omniscient? Every moment I become less ignorant than I was the moment previous, and there is so much hope in that for me. I've read my old journals -- it boggles my mind the things that depressed me when I was a kid. The way life looked back then is entirely different from how it looks now and I based horrifyingly upsetting ideas on misinformation. I was in agony over ideas that weren't true (as far as I know them to be today). Some of the things I found depressing then, I find beautiful now. I'm holding out that this will be the case for thoughts that have been upsetting me at this point in my life.
So, I'm relieved. I've finally released the notion that I know anything. I thought I had before, but obviously I hadn't.. or it crept back in. Whew. |
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[May. 3rd, 2007|11:21 pm] |
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Tomorrow is my very last day of being a teenager. *sad sad* |
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[May. 2nd, 2007|03:01 pm] |
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There's going to be a full moon today! Everyone cast a spell and take some pictures. =D |
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[May. 1st, 2007|06:04 pm] |
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This is Kale and me pretending to be dead. Obviously Kale still needs to work a bit on the non-squinting aspect of being dead.
I have a horrible cold. *cough cough sneeze sneeze*
I'm trying to convince Tim to start posting video entries with me, but he doesn't seem very enthusiastic about it. Quit being a big baby, Tim! :P By the way, I still haven't figured out your puzzle. I bet there is no answer, you just made it up to frustrate me. Evil. |
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[Apr. 29th, 2007|12:57 am] |
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I'm blond now! Just for the summer.
I'm also back to working on cartoons. Here is one that is very unfinished, but probably won't ever be finished, so yes, I'm slacking and showing you now:
http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s161/toewigglingelf/IMAGE0007.jpg
Thanks to my mom for telling me the story of the girl at Dairy Queen who had burn marks all over her face from her curling iron.
Here is a word puzzle for you crazy little termites:
JUST144ICE |
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[Apr. 18th, 2007|11:03 pm] |
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*swoon* |
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[Apr. 15th, 2007|02:13 pm] |
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1. Update your journal, Tim. And I would prefer to see some photos sometime.. Of your cat.. Dancing.
2. I'm finally done with that math conference thing. In the very last 30 minutes of the thing, one of the speakers asks my name, in the middle of his lecture, and tells the audience to applaud me for my work - which I should have been pleased about, I guess, but instead it was just one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. I was already embarrassed enough about having to run around a huge room full of people, ducking under video cameras, and forcing mathematicians to use a microphone while they insisted they didn't need it. They could speak loud enough for the entire room to hear, maybe, but if they didn't speak into the microphone it wasn't captured on the video. *Eyerolls*
3. After the conference I went out with a few of the mathematicians to 6th street and I got to do all the touristy stuff I had never done. We went to see the bats, but they didn't come out because it was too cold, so there were alot of disappointed tourists. The professors didn't really seem to care, though. Then we went to the most famous restaurant in Austin, Stubbs, and all I can say is wow.. I knew Austin sucked already, but finally visiting Stubbs, the most hyped up place here, really confirmed it. We had a laminated paper on our table that said ~One Hour Time Limit~. Yeah.
Then we went to Nuno's, which, according to Nuno or whoever, is the "only blues bar in Austin". None of us thought this was true, but we went in anyway, because the guy let me in even though I'm not 21, there was no cover, and it was better than pop or R&B (our other options). I saw that famous Austin cross-dresser guy, Leslie, playing pool in a tiara, devil horns, and mini skirt. Here's his wikipedia entry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leslie_Cochran
Oh, and a drunk old man kept trying to force me to take a half-dead flower, which I had to politely refuse about five times. I would have just taken it, but I had a man do that once and then asked my boyfriend to give him a few dollars for the flower.
That's it, really.. I encourage everyone to hang out with academics as much as possible, because they're alot more fun and funnier than your typical party-goers.
417. Kale does an amazingly good impersonation of Carface from All Dogs Go To Heaven. |
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[Apr. 12th, 2007|12:00 am] |
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Tomorrow I get to walk microphones to professors who want to speak at a conference. Teehee. This is going to be fun.
Tim - have your girlfriend email me. I tried emailing her and nutzing. =(
Shoeboxes,
Jessica |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2007|12:55 am] |
Heyo. I worked the Grind thing this weekend. I think it's called the Grind. I don't really know. Anyway, skater guys don't like Spam. At all. They're also rude :/ I get paid the same regardless of how much Spam crap I give away, though, so it's okay.
Here are the pics!
I usually work with Anthony and his girlfriend at Spam promos. They're really nice. Here he is wearing the gear. No, they don't really make us wear this - he just wanted to be -supra- cool.
This is the best looking photo I've taken with this camera:
This is one of the bands. I don't remember their name.
Red Bull was there. They said they'd give me a free red bull if I went over to their booth. I was too lazy, though. Plus, the booth people at festivals like to hold the other booth people hostage with conversations about how much better their promo job is. "I get free chips and I get to walk around." "Well, I get $20 an hour and I get as many free t-shirts as I want!" "So, who wants a (the name of the company they're working for) shirt?" *boggles*
My car broke down. =( *sad* |
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[Mar. 21st, 2007|03:53 am] |
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Today I got stuck in traffic for so long on my way to the Wheetabix promo gig that I ended up not being able to make it. Poo.
But I did get to take Kale out for the day! We went to Furr's, which is a buffet/cafeteria type of place. He really liked being able to pick from the massive dessert selection. I should have taken a picture of it. It was like Christmas in a restaurant. Hehe.
Then we went to see Sharks 3D, which was very good, except that the director obviously has a manta ray fetish. Also, they didn't say in the reviews that I would have to expose him to watching sharks fight over a fish, pulling it apart. I tried to cover his eyes, but he just starting laughing hysterically, saying he could see anyway. I distracted him, though, muaha. Don't make fun of his glasses - I had to wear them, too. He and all the other kids kept grabbing at the 3D fish that swim up to your face. Very cutie.
And here's an old one that I like because he looks so full of himself.
I have a Spam promo gig (don't laugh!) Thursday - Saturday at the "Star of Texas" fair (??) that I will send some pics of, maybe, if I feel like it. (Oh Garfield, how I miss you.)
Bye-o Guy-o |
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[Mar. 5th, 2007|07:12 pm] |
Look at me, I've come running back to my livejournal. I'm sorry for leaving you, okay? Let's get back together. What's that? You don't know how you lived without me? *blush* Oh, livejournal, you're so sweet.
It's been almost a year. More like 10 months. And oh, how few things have happened since then. Very few, but very -crappy- things.
I'm still in Austin, unfortunately, and doomed to be here for a long while, I'd guess.
That's all for now. Will post later. |
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[May. 22nd, 2006|07:18 pm] |
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I don't understand the point of online public journals. Yes, I do. But I don't understand how it's -useful-. You write down your daily doings for all your friends to see - but you can't make it personal, because it's going out to a large group of people. You can't talk about certain things because it's just not appropriate to post out onto the entire web. So you're stuck giving a mediocre overview of your actions and a very rough idea of your emotions and ideas regarding them. And you're doing all of this for people that you're just going to talk to anyway. And when you talk to them alone you're going to give them a bright, vibrant recount of your day with all nuances included, which will be far more enjoyable for both parties. So, how is it useful?
An idea springs to mind - for friends you don't talk to regularly. The ones that are still dangling onto the end of the friendship line. I can't imagine why anyone would want to write for them.. You've all spoken to a dangler, haven't you? The conversation there is more dull than a book about DOS.
I think what I'm trying to get at is this - I'm breaking up with you, livejournal. We never talk anymore, and when we do, the conversation really bites. Much love XX,
Jessica |
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[Feb. 28th, 2006|04:09 pm] |
The concert was awful. I waited at the front of the stage for hours to see Dave King up close and ended up getting sucked into a mosh pit and having the shit beat out of me and also completely losing my place at the very front of the stage. Dave King isn't all that cool in person.. Nothing like Art, anyway.. So I just left early.
Em.. Bye. |
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[Feb. 24th, 2006|06:35 am] |
This is what happens when your friends move to Arizona and you can't get drunk with them in person:
Let's see. The other day I went to see the King.. of ENGLAND, that is. He was looking at an eskimo porn ("porno" for you old folks) that I assume he got from Alaska. Because that's where eskimos come from.. Alaska. Because it's cold. Anyway, I wanted in on some of that eskimo porn/o action and he said that the only way I was going to get one of his magazines was to go search for a wise polar bear. So I talked to all the local polar bears, and none of them seemed very wise. Then I realized that wisdom is relative, so I just grabbed the one that looked like a weak artsy type, and took him to the king. But the king had stepped out for some scones, and the polar bear was feeling randy, so we looked at the eskimo porn together and had a really good time. Then I woke up from my nightmare and ate another buttered tortilla. |
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