drew's amazing.
andmybestfriend.

what kind of girl would be so obsessed with you me at six and all time low?

that'd be me. i'm that girl. jessica's the name, and lying is the game. but lying's not always the game, i didn't lie about my obsession right there. i am obsessed with atl and youmeatsix. i can name all of all time low's song just by hearing it, and i know most of the songs from you me at six.

oh my. here i am trying to "wow" you with some decent first impression and already you think of me as some lying band obsessed teenager. well, you must know there is more to me then that.

like my swagger. and my legit-ness. it's pretty ghetto crazy.

if you're anybody who knows anything, then you'll know i have a mild case of heffaphobia? halfaphobia? i don't know. but i do know i have an irrational fear of being touched. well, i wouldn't say it's irrational. i'd like to think it's rational. as rational as can be. either way, do not, under any circumstances enter my little bubble. i freak the fuck out. ask anybody who's anybody.

that's not always the case. if i'm comfortable enough with you or i'm just comfortable that day, i won't mind. with some i'm comfortable around them all the time, with others it's an on and off thing.

another thing about me; i'm always smiling. well, at least eighty percent of the time. if i smiled one hundred percent of the time, my jaw would need some serious work.

now, i'm not saying that i'm a saint or anything, because i can assure you i am most definitely not even remotely close to being a saint. i've been called a bitch far too many times, i've already lost track. i've lied so many times in my life, i couldn't tell you what was the truth if it was standing right in front of me. i've been grounded because of my anger issues and my attitude. i swear far too much for a girl my age, and sometimes my parents are ashamed of me.

but i'm alright with that.

now if you really know me, you'd know i'm also kind of philophobic. i don't know how this has happened, i think it's because of the whole touching thing, i'm so afraid of people getting close to me physically, that my mind has convinced my body that i'm afraid of people getting close emotionally.

that's pretty logical, right?

of course it is. at least, that's what i tell myself.

sure i've had infatuations, but never have i been infatuated enough for a relationship. besides, i'm stressed out enough. i don't need a boyfriend stressing me out too. plus there's the fact that i haven't found the right guy.

no, not "mr. right" because i'm well aware that he won't be coming around like, ever. i'm talking a guy who could handle me and my moodiness. or the fact that i might put myself before anybody else sometimes. that i might be a demanding, nagging, bitch, but he'll stay long enough to see through that and actually like me because he knows my perks.

yeah. that's gonna happen.

oh, yeah. i'm currently in middle school, and basking in my free health care. which is highly appreciated with all the sprains i've gotten. which leads me to the subject of basketball.

basketball is the whole reason why i have this darn sprained ankle. the same ankle i sprained two times before. once in february again, from basketball, and another time about maybe three years ago from soccer. but basketball is def my favourite sport there is. but that doesn't mean i dislike all the other sports, i'm up for something different.

i like sports. don't hate.

my mind's always in the gutter. and i am not just saying that, because it is exactly as it is. the truth. not it's not exactly eighty year old pedophile dirty, just the whole, oh, yeah, i'm gonna laugh because i can take that sexually. which is pretty much most of the time.

i'm conceited, but i don't consider myself pretty. i haven't met one girl yet who is so self-centered they go around telling people how beautiful they are. i've only ever heard all of my girl friends saying they're 'hideous'. which is far from the truth. so, i'm gonna be one of those annoying girls and tell you i am full on hideous. even if you may think it's a lie, i refuse to depart from denial.

i like denial. it's like a secure, little blanket. you know, one that's so soft and warm you can't help but wrap yourself up with it. and it's pure ecstasy because it's yours and no one else's. and with that blanket you don't have to face the truth. you can convince yourself of anything and everything. it's tainted bliss. your tainted bliss.

but in this case, it's mine.

i'm opinionated and almost always brutally honest, if you ask for my opinion i won't hesitate telling you the truth. if i don't like something, i'll straight up tell you i don't like something. but twenty-five percent of the time i hold it in. not for my sake, of course. i just don't wanna be a bitch all the time. it's a life choice.

i may not say what i really think of you, but i will think it. oh, i will. if you're reading this now, thinking what a terrible human being i must be, think about this. even if you haven't exactly told people off or bitched and moaned about someone behind their back, you're judging me right now. and you hardly even know me.

everybody judges on first impressions. sometimes even appearance alone. i do it, i'm not gonna lie about that. so you can't sit there thinking i'm a complete liar, also everybody's lied. even if it's a small, white lie. a lie is a lie, no matter how much you like to think that it's not.

me. i happen to be a compulsive liar. and i've been one for years, it wasn't until this year that i've admit it.

you've heard about my many flaws. and just like my flaws i have many perks. maybe you'll get to see them one day, maybe you won't. only time will tell.

now continue wondering how i sleep at night.

Sincerely, the most legit bitch there is :]

LET'S GO ON A KILLING SPREE!

Excuse the title. I am very bored.

Time to lay claim to the evidence
Fingerprints sell me out
But our footprints washed away
From the docks downtown
It's been getting late for days
And I feel myself deserving of a little time off
We can kick it here for hours
And just mouth off about the world
And how we know it's going straight to hell

Ever wonder if your boyfriend is gay? Look at my brother, and find out!

Pass me another bottle, honey
The Jaeger's so sweet
But if it keeps you around, then I'm down

If you really think about it, trying to balance a knife on your nose is a pretty bad idea.

Meet me on Thames Street
I'll take you out
Though I'm hardly worth your time
In the cold, you look so fierce
But I'm warming up
Because the tension's like a fire
We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two
Six feet under the stars

Stars hurt if their big meteors that come crashing down onto you. They also hurt if they're not really stars and just big rocks falling down on your head.

I should have known better than to call you out
(On a night like this, a night like this)
If not for you, I know I'd tear this place to the ground
(But I'm all right like this, all right like this)
I'm gonna roll the dice
Before you sober up and get gone
I'm always in over my head

My cat is out to get you.

Thames Street
I'll take you out
Though I'm hardly worth your time
In the cold, you look so fierce
But I'm warming up
Because the tension's like a fire
We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two
Six feet under the stars

Let's count to ten, shall we? 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10! Yay! We did it!

Time to lay claim to the evidence
Fingerprints sell me out
But our footprints washed away
I'm guilty, but I'm safe for one more day
Overdressed and underage
Do you really need see an ID?
This is embarrassing as hell
But I can cover for it so well
When we're six feet under the stars

If you're under the age of 2, don't swallow pennies.

Thames Street
I'll take you out
Though I'm hardly worth your time
In the cold you look so fierce
But I'm warming up
Because the tension's like a fire
We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I'll drop a line
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself
But there's room for two
Six feet under the stars
Six feet under the stars
Six feet under the stars

Elves have pointy ears. And Elephants have big, floppy ears. Funny how that works, huh?

Song: Six Feet Under the Stars - All Time Low

You Try to Cover All the Lies

DON'T EAT MY REMOTE!

You've got me poppin' champagne
I'm at it again
Caught up in the moment
But not in the right way
I'm falling in between
Tearing up at the seams
We're just aiming to please
And aesthetics don't hurt one bit

Ever wonder how a caterpillar and another caterpillar do it? Yea, me too. Well, it's probably just me. I think I might've just made this cross your mind, but you gotta admit it must be complicated.

So follow me down
Take this all the way
Any way you want to

I'm in Let's-Go-Kill-People-Merciless-and-Sadistically mood. But who?

Why don't you say so?
I think I'm caught in between
The nights and days fly by
When I'm lost on the streets
And my eyes, they despise you for who I am
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?

Horton Hears a Who sounds pretty fantastic. Ever seen it?

I haven't. But I have seen Kung Fu Panda! Well, I fell asleep during it. But ti still counts.

You've got me thinking that
Lately I've been wishing
The television set would show me more
Than just a picture of the things I've grown to detest
I strip down my dignity
They can take all of me
But they won't ever take what I still believe

If a gnome is freaking you out, run. Do not look back, or else you will see a huge gnome army chasing after you.

So follow me down
Take this all the way
Any way you want to

I think I'm high. Unicorns are everyyyyyyywheeeeeeere!

Why don't you say so?
I think I'm caught in between
The nights and days fly by
When I'm lost on the streets
And my eyes, they despise you for who I am
Why don't you say so?

Polar Bears are Pimps. 'Nough said.

Why don't you say so?
Give up and let go
I'm just a boy with a dream
And you can take one look
As I fall in between
With my eyes just as wide as my mouth can be
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?

Stay away from 48 year old's in kids' chat rooms. That never means anything good.

I know, I know, I know
That there's a place for me somewhere out there
I know, I know, I know
That there's a place for me somewhere out there

I like horror movies. Don't you?

...

The Hannah Montana Movie should've been rated R. It was f*cking SCARY!

Why don't you say so?
I think I'm caught in between
The nights and days fly by
When I'm lost on the streets
My eyes, they despise you for who I am
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?

Boogers are green.

Give up and let go
I'm just a boy with a dream
And you can take one look
As I fall in between
With my eyes just as wide as my mouth can be
Why don't you say so?
Why don't you say so?

Being extremely tired makes shit happen.

REMEMBER KIDS; DO NOT STICK YOUR HAND IN A POT OF BOILING WATER.

Also, shit happens.

LOL

Song: Poppin' Champagne - All Time Low

HAVE A FAN-F*CKING-TASTIC DAY! Or night. Or whatever.
xoxo
Jessica <3s you!

THOSE CHEAP, SILLY GEESES!

Tonight, we lie awake
Remember how the coffee made us shake on those long drives?
One more long night

I'm immensely bored. And this song energizes me.

Another seven days
Heartbeat racing
The interstate, my home tonight
For one more long night
I'm sure as hell the happiest I've ever been

Don't deny it, you know it's good.

We can't hide, we let go
We've got more than we know
My friends are a different breed
My friends are...

Don't trust dolphins. They might rape you. No joke. My brother told me their co-- Actually, nevermind. Just beware.

There's a ghost in this room
I think I'll name it after all of you
And watch it hang over my bed like decorations celebrated
Memories, they came and went in light of all the time we spent
Listening to everything our parents told us not to take in

Bears on Broadway kicks a$$. And Poodles remind me of Poo and then dles. NOODLES!

...

DOMINOES!

Now make a change
I'm counting down
The mile marks to every town
And falling more in love
With the distance put between us

Don't let Smurfs fool you, they will eat your babies.

We can't hide, we let go
We've got more than we know
My friends are a different breed
My friends are everything
Make this last, take it slow
We've got it all figured out for now
So let us live our lives without a doubt

My garden gnome is secretly a secret agent. Even though I don't have a garden gnome...

Tonight we lie awake
Remember how the coffee made us shake on those long drives?
One more long night
Another seven days
Heartbeat racing
The interstate, my home tonight
For one more long night

Brittney Spears drinks and drives! Don't be like her and shave her head, then go bezerck on some innocent paparazzi person.

From coast to coast, I'll make the most
Of every second I've been giving with this crowd
Without a doubt, you're all I dream about
At night we lie awake
With stories taking us back to the nights we felt alive
The nights we felt alive

Did I mention Alex Gaskarth is hot? 'Cause he is.

I would've married you in Vegas
And you've given me the chance to say I do
Couldn't make it more obvious, could you
Be anymore obvious

Don't try to stick your tongue on a pole that's frozen. It'll only end in pain, and blood.

Terrible, terrible times...

I would've married you in Vegas
And you've given me the chance to say I do
Couldn't make it more obvious, could you
Be anymore obvious, could you?

When it says you've won something for free, and then they ask for you credit card pin number, don't give it to them.

You'll only get ripped off, and you won't get your prize.

THOSE CHEAP, SILLY GEESES!

Song: Vegas - All Time Low

DON'T EAT MY SMURF! Or else.

OOMPA LOOMPA!
GOOBLEDIE GORSE!
COUNT YOURSELF YOU'RE NOT A HORSE!
THEY WOULD TURN YOU INTO DOG FOOD!
CHUMMBA!
WUMBA!
GUMBA!
GOOBLEDIE GOO!

I'm in love with Katy Perry's new song Waking Up in Vegas

Also, I have art homework. Borders, B*tches! Along with other stuff. 'Ya know, I should be updating stories, but I don't feel like it!

I'm content with life right now. And that didn't have anything to do with the ice cream my mommy bought me. Phhht, no!

...Well, yea.

Toilet water is nasty. Don't ask me how I know. Because I won't tell you. DID YOU KNOW, I hate preppy people? Well, not necessarily "hate", just dislike. Well, I don't dislike all of them, just the real b*tchy kind.

You all know a girl like that, don't deny it. 'Ya know, the kind that spreads rumors about people behind their backs and then loves b*tching about them right in front of them.

Well, anyways. Not much has changed. Except I need a new razor and more conditioner. And maybe more free time. And longer weekends. And ice cream. Mmmm, ice cream.

Nakiah likes All Time Low now! And Alex Gaskarth is HAWT! So is the other drummer, not Jack Barakat, but the other one. Yea, he's HAWT too!

...

Your mothers hate you. Scratch that, that's too mean. Your teddy bears hate you.

That's not as offensive. It's just right!

Anyways, I'm off.
Taa
Taa
For
Now!
xoxo
Jessica <3s you!
And Iggy, if you read this,
you better get your butt on here,
so I can talk to you!
You too Amber Renea!

Out Here Grindin'!

I don't care what nobody say
I'm a be me (be me)
Stay hood, stay raised in the streets
(Cause I'm out here grindin')
Niggas talk about greatness whenever they speak about me (Cause I'm out here grindin')
I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie
I gotta get me me
(Cause I'm out here grindin')

Yes, I am listening to rap.

I'M ON A BOAT!
TAKE A GOOD HARD LOOK AT THE MOTHER F*CKING BOAT!

Gawd I love that song. Erotic stuff right there.

So, anyways, I should probably update you on some stuff.

I fell off a skateboard yesterday and bruised my elbow, and I sprained my toe by kicking my brother's elbow way too hard. His elbows are so effing bony!

Besides that, Brenden thinks he's strong. I think I'll just let him think that. In fact, we made a deal. The deal was that I'd say he was strong then this kid named Chris in our class. We even made a little graph.

It was funny. This morning Zac was trying to figure out peoples' names. He already knew mine off by heart. I don't know how though.

Janelle is a B*tch. She had the nerve to call me a loser, and a b*itch. She's not even liked by that many people. At least ten if she's lucky.

And Ashley M. is a backstabbing b*tch too. When Janelle came over to make fun of us, Ashley started laughing along with them. And she claims I'm her #1 bestie. Bullshit.

And when they started to make fun of her, she had the nerve to move closer to Drew, so Drew could defend her. And she's always talking about boys! It's "Oh my gawd, he's like so obsessed with me!" every f*cking day. And she has to know everywhere I'm going, why I'm going, who I'm going with, and if she can go too.

No. No, she can't. And when I don't tell her, she says "Why can't I know?" and I ask, "Why do you have to know?" and then she retorts with "Well, you have to know everything, and I do too." 'Cause I do need to filled in on this stuff. So I retort with "That doesn't mean I'm gonna tell you everything." and then she's like "Well, you should." And then she does this smile and giggle like everything is that f*cking funny.

But in reality, it's not. She's just that freaky, and she's just a wanna-be. She only hangs out with me, because I'm said "popular". Do I want to be? No. Do I want to fill her in on every aspect of my life? F*ck no.

She really needs to back off.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyways, I'm gonna see the Hanna Montana Movie with Nakiah! She might not be the brightest, but she's a good friend. Plus, she doesn't mind at all about my swearing habits. And I can even swear around her parents sometimes.

And her Dad and Mom are pretty cool people. Thought Owen on the other hand is a sweet kid, but can be a pest.

I learned that Gavin has a phone, and a brother and a sister. Never knew that. And Nakiah got a new phone! Her number is 1-800-KISS-THIS. I dare you to try that number.

If you do, and it ends up as a real number, comment on this and make my day! Or e-mail me at [email protected]. Yes, I am that predictable. But you gotta admit, that e-mail address is pretty gangsta. Don't deny it, you know it's true.

I'm gonna go read some stories on Mibba and FictionPress. Go check some stories out on those sites. Though Mibba is full of fan-fictions. But if that's what makes your boat float, then by all means, read away.

And check out my stories!

Like;

Living With Vampires is Never Good (A work in progress)

I've Been Kidnapped by a Bunch of Lunatics That Claim They're Immortal. Can You Say Screwed Up? (That's gonna be a best-seller! Lol)

I'm the New Girl at a School for WHAT?! (Currently hiatus)

And yea, three of my stories are on here, and I believe one is on Quizilla. That's a really bad one, so I'm not even gonna bother telling the name because I'm gonna delete it soon.
xoxo
Jessica <3s you!
She also loves Tacos!
And bananas!
Long, juicy, thick bananas...
LOL!
BYEEEEE!