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 :]
Guys, this was very true...
* C h i n e s e H o r o s c o p e *
| THE YEAR OF THE IRON DRAGON♥ |
| WISHING YOU PROSPERITY & GOOD♥ |
| FORTUNE IN THE CHINESE NEW YEAR♥ |
* P l e a s e F o l l o w I n s t r u c t i o n s *
Take three easy minutes && please try this! ♥
ONE: Get pen && paper. ♥
TWO: When choosing names [[you will understand later]] please pick RANDOMLY in your head ... ... .... ♥
THREE: Go ... with your first instincts. It will pay off in the end. ♥
FOUR: DO * N O T * scroll down ahead of time. You will ruin it and it will NOT work! ♥
♥ On your blank sheet of paper, write numbers 1-11 in a column on the left side.
* B e s i d e s NUMBER one & two;; *
Write down any numbers you want besides ONE and TWO.
* B e s i d e s NUMBER three & seven;; *
Write down the names of a person of the opposite sex.
[CAUTION: DO NOT LOOK AHEAD! STAY WHERE YOU ARE♥]
* W r i t e DOWN anyone's NAME [FRIENDS,,FAMILY,,ETC.];; *
next to FOUR, FIVE, & SIX ♥
DO NOT CHEAT. YOU WILL BE DISAPPOINTED IF YOU DO. ♥
* W r i t e DOWN four SONG t i t l e s;; besides EIGHT, NINE, TEN, & ELEVEN *
| FINALLY::: Make a wish ♥ |
Are you ready?
Here is the KEY...♥
To this game.
T h e number o f PEOPLE y o u must tell ABOUT t h i s game is in;; space TWO.
THE PERSON YOU...[LOVE♥]...is in space...THREE.
THE PERSON YOU ...[like♥?]...is in space...SEVEN.
IN SPACE FOUR IS...the person...you...CARE MOST ABOUT.
THE PERSON IN...space FIVE...K N O W S you the b e s t .
IN SPOT...[SIX]...is your...L U C K Y S T A R .
The song in space EIGHT matches with...PERSON THREE ♥
THE TITLE IN SPACE [NINE]...is...f o r person N U M B E R SEVEN.
THE TENTH SPACE...is...the s o n g...that tells the most about...YOUR [MIND♥]
AND SPACE NUMBER ELEVEN...is...the song...about...YOUR...[LIFE].
NUMBER ONE...is...YOUR l u c k y number.
Within the next hour...
you must send this...to 10 people.
Or repost it in PUBLIC ♥
If you do, your [WISH♥] will...
* C o m e T r u e *
IF YOU FAIL...it...will...BE THE...[OPPOSITE].
It's strange how this...SEEMS...to...WORK ♥
1:Matty 7 (Weird. 7 is my lucky number!)
2:Justyn 2 (I have to tell 2 people! Amby, and Becca, I told you about this!)
3:Erin Jack (Yes I do love you Erie Berry!)
4:Madison Bea (I really think that's true! I do care most about Mommy Maddie!)
5:Brenden Natasha T. (Surprisingly, Brenden does know me best)
6:Kole Zac (Kolie's my lucky star!)
7:Colton Jen (Yes I do like Colton, he's funny!)
8:Brady Vegas - All Time Low (Whooooooooooa. Brady and Erin? Wowzaaaz!)
9:Drew Poppin' Champagne - All Time Low (Lol. Drew and Colton! Surprisingly, I can see that happening.)
10:Rebecca Dear Maria Count Me In - All Time Low (Hm. That might be true)
11:Amber Six Feet Under The Stars - All Time Low (Six Feet Under is about my life? Coolio!)
This Chinese Horoscope thing was actually really, really accurate. In fact, it's scary accurate.
Re-Post please!
xoxo
Jessica <3s you!
That dance was CRA-ZAY!.
First of all, let me tell you where I went. I went to the Buchannan Community Centre for the dance. The line was HUMONGOUS! But I got in. I went with Kyleen.
Me and Kyleen mingled a bunch, hen the place got really packed, and the music started blaring. It was soooooooo much fun!
What the title says is definitely true. A LOT of grinding happened. Like for instance I was dancing with Kyleen, Lauren, Taylor, Laura, Carly, Zac, Jack, Justyn, etc, etc, and then this guy comes up behind me, pulls me to him and we grind.
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Though it was a tad awkward because I was being poked in weird places.
...Yea.
So then, --after a lot of dancing-- me, Carly, and Kyleen went to a door that was opened to get fresh air and there was a little kid on a bike outside, so we start fanning ourselves, and I think the kid got the wrong impression.
I think he thought we thought he was hot. He's a little kid for Pete's sake! But I don't mind, so when Kyleen points it out I start joking about it, then I'm like "Ooh, Baby!" It was funny!
While me, Kyleen, Jack and Carly were dancing to Low, this other really tall guy start grinding with me, and another guy tries to grind Kyleen. She smacked him! That was funny too.
I dirty danced with my friend, Jessica, and her brother danced with us too. So that was fun. But, alas, the night had to come to an end. So I left with Kyleen, her stepdad, and her mom --but not before dancing to Crazy.
At the dance a lot of girls cried in the bathroom. And this little fu(cker)dger, garbbed this girl, rubbed her on his body, then hit her on the head really hard.
He can go burn in Hell.
Nobody should do that, especially since she was in 6th grade, and he was like in the 8th grade.
Then another girl, Celine, was crying in the bathroom too because one of my friends, Melanie, danced with her boyfriend Ryan C --he's also my friend. After a lot of soothing and calming they got over it and danced again.
I danced with Jack a bunch of times! He dances funny.
True story.
So, yea. That was my very fun night, and I am so going to the next Buchannan dance, and I'm gonna bring some of my friends, too.
KYLEEN'S MOMMY BOUGHT US ICE CREAM! I GOT COTTON CANDY AND I MADE OUT WITH IT!
...I think they caught that on camera.
I have to head to bed soon, because I have to wake up at 6:00am, take a shower, blow dry my hair, apply my eyeliner and lip gloss, charge my cellyphone, read, and do a bunch of other stuff.
xoxo
Jessica <3s you!
OH YEAAAAAAAAH!
WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED TODAY?!
Jessica can Griiiiiiiiiiiind, and she constantly makes out with ice cream. And she's loud, she dances, and a whole bunch of other stuff. She also can't talk in third person a lot, or else she'll reeeeeeeally get on her nerves.
Yup. True Dat!
Byeeeeeeeeee!
Hugs & Kisses!
Okay. Excuse my title, I felt like writing that.
I'm staying home this morning because I have a doctor's app. I hate my doctor, he's an a$$. My mother says he "cares". Pht, yea right.
He's a prune.
Not to mention he loves lecturing me the most. What the fu(ck)dge?
And my brother's getting on my case for being "emo", as he calls it. Well, frankly, I'm sorry that I'm not some prep who enjoys wearing pink and short skirts everyday of my fu(cking)dging life. And I'm sorry that I don't like Hollister or Fitch or that shit.
Screw him, I hope he falls in a ditch.
Just not die. Just get severely hurt.
You know what grinds my gears?
He keeps talking about two of my friends, and he keeps telling me how cute Natasha is or how Chelsey might have a crush on him. Am I really supposed to care? Just fu(ck)dge off and get on with your life.
Two girls that obsess over you, big whoop. I still don't give a shit. Now he's asking to hang out with them, and if he can talk to them on my MSN. And he evens texts them --posing as me-- with my phone.
It's mine. And they're also my friends. Not only yours. I don't talk about your friends everyday of my life, or ask them if they wanna hang out. What bothers me the most is that he poses as me, half the time I don't even know my phone's missing, and then they start talking about it to me the next day, and I have to go along with it because if I don't he'll hurt me.
That mother fu(cking)dging prick.
If he wanted to talk to them, get their MSN instead of using mine, and text them with his phone, and not mine. But no. He says it'll make him sound like a "stalker". As if he isn't one already. Constantly using my stuff to contact them because I'm their friend.
Fu(ck)dge him.
Juts the morning he woke me up to ask if that was Natasha and Chelsey. Why the Hell would I care? They walk by my house to go to school, wonderful. I still don't care.
This rant is not over, but I'm pretty sure I'm boring you, so I'm gonna go now.
Bye Bye!
xoxo
Jessica <3s you!
(And she wants to strangle her brother right now)
P.S; I'm usually not this pissy unless SOMEBODY wake her up at 8:30 in the fu(cking)dging morning, before 10am.
Byeeeeee!
Chris M. is a HUGE pervert! Along with Jacob M. Wanna know why?
Chris M.(Not my brother) said he wanted to touch Janelle's butt. That screams pervert!
Jacob touched me in my DANGER ZONE(down below, in the front)! Purposely too. And at lunch this girl wiped my butt.
...I don't roll that way. Like at all.
I'm attracted to the opposite sex, and she was WAY too close for comfort. And it didn't help that I didn't even know her and she didn't know me. So, yea. Disgusting day today.
Ooh! Wanna know what's funny? I'll tell you.
I was walking to Strath with my freeeeeeeeeeeezie and as I was passing this 4th and 5th grader are trying to hit on me! Me! That's a no no boys, I go for the older type.(CALL ME. JK!)
So I'm like f*** off and then I flip them off.
They had it coming. I don't take well to that sort of thing, especially if they include some very inappropriate things that I'm not about to say on here because it's not exactly PG13.
And they had the NERVE to try again today! So I do the same thing, except with more stronger word then just the old f*** off.
Let's get off that topic, mkay?
Let's get onto to Justin!(My brother's friend)
Justin is fuuuuuuuuuuunny! He keeps sending my brother perverted messages like the first one that said 'Hey, Baby, what are you wearing? I hope nothing."(He's not a homo) And then the second one "My thighs are hot and sticky." I was laughing like crazy at that!
I had a JOLT! Gawd, I love that stuff, though I'm almost positive I'll be diabetic soon. But Jesus, that stuff is orgasmic.
True story.
I watch Untraceable! It was okay-ish. Not the best but not entirely bad either. Tomorrow I might be going to a dance! And then I get to dance my heart out!
FUUUUUUUUUUUUN!
On Saturday I'm going to Mommy Maddie's dance recital. With Ashley Dick. BLEH! But I'll be nice, for Mommy. Not because I want to. I might be sleeping over at her mom's, I'm not sure.
I FOUND A DIME!
The Jolt hasn't kicked in yet, in fact because of those little pricks I'm a tad b*tchy.
My brother went to play football with 16 other guys, and he wouldn't let me go too! I need to see if they're hot! But no, he said I can't go because I'm his little sister. Talk about racist! I would've went there with my friends but my mommy wouldn't let me because I've been going out too much.
It's not my fault I'm social! Blame Binky, he's not company enough. Oh, that reminds me, I have to call Kyleen because she might be my ride to the dance tomorrow. Along with Joccccccccccccccccccelyn!
So, I'm gonna get to going, and then I'm gonna call Keener.
Bye Bye!
xoxo
Jessica <3s you!
Call me at; 123-4567
I wonder if that's a real phone number.
I should try it.
Or maybe not.
I dunno!
Byeeeeee!
My category for this is Fosters home for Imaginary Friends.
I don't know why thought. I just forgot to mention something.
I'M GONNA GO DRAW BRENDEN NOW!
xoxo
Jessica <3s you!
