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.
F is for friends who do stuff together!
U is for u and me!
N is for anywhere and any time at all, even here in the deep blue seeeeeea!
LSLIO. I got that off Spongebob Squarepants.
Onto names.
B is for because you're there.
U is for undeniably amazing.
B is for BEXXIES!!!!!
B is for BWHAHAHAHAHA!
L is for loving
E is for up for everything! <---Everything starts with an 'e', you can't deny it.
S is for sarcastic
Now it's time for her real name!
R is for Really supportive
E is for Easy to laugh at (You know I'm only kidding, Bubbles)
B is for Bubbles!!!!!!!!
C is for Curious
C is for Close friend
A is for All mine so don't even think about it! No, just kidding, but she's a really great friend, even is that has nothing to do with 'A'.
REBECCA!!!!!
Now, time for Sparkles!!!!
S is for Special in her own special way
P is for Playful
A is for Always there
R is for Rabbits! Yes, you know what I'm talking about Amby
K is for Kool!!!
L is for Loving friend
E is for Everywhere and Anywhere
S is for Sister. 'Cause she practically is mine. Along with Bubbles.
SPARRRRRRRRRRRRRRKLES! SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINY!
A is for Always bringing me down(Just kidding, Amby! You bring me up! Lol, that sounds wrong)
M is for MINE! STAY AWAY! MINE, MINE, MINE!
B is for Bubbly
E is for Exciting
R is for RPing with me
AMBER IN THE HIZ HOUSE!
E is for Energetic
R is for Random like moi
I is for Innocent
N is for Never gets my nasty thoughts
ERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN! I love that girl right there! In a sisterly way, thank you very much.
M is for My mommy! Lol, Bubbles, you know what I mean.
A is for Always gets my nasty thought
D is for Dance
I is for In, out, in, out. LSLIO. The old 1, 2
S is for SIWWY RWABBIT! TWIX ARE FOR KIDS!
O is for Oblivious
N is for Not so innocent mind because of me. Tee hee!
MOMMY MADDIE, MOMMY MADDIE! LOVE YOOOOOOOOOU! Lol, sisterly way of course.
C is for CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDY!
A is for ALL MINE, BIZATCHES!
N is for Never ending would be my dream!
D is for Die for it
Y is for YOU JUST GOT PUNK'D. Lol, Candy's my drug
CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT CANDY!
J is for Just for me!
O is for Octopus!
L is for Laser pointer!
T is for T.N.T BIZATCHES!
One gulp of Jolt and you get one hyper me! Ask anybody.
See that? That's my drug. Right there. Mmmmmmmmmm, JOLT!
MINE, MINE, MINE!!!! JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLT! It's Yummy!
M is for My life
U is for Undeniably perfect
S is for Sooooooo addicting
I is for I'd die without it
C is for Calming
ROCK & ROLL, BABY!
C is for Caring at times
H is for Hilarious!
R is for Really annoying
I is for Incredibly icky!
S is for Soooooo intimadating
T is for Take the blame for me
O is for Octopus!
P is for Poopy head!
H is for Headache
E is for Everything I wouldn't trade for anything
R is for RAPE! RAPE! LSLIO. Inside joke.
He's my older brother! Love him to death, even though sometimes I'd love to strangle him.
Well, I gotta go to Festival de Voyageur soon soooooooooooooooo I'll TTYL!
xoxo
JESSICA!
LSLIO, JUST DANCE IN MY PANTS, BUBBLES! IT RHYMES!
I still can't get over it. Anyways, I have no idea what to put in it. Sure my cell, wallet but that's about it. Maybe a brush. Hmmmmm, this is very hard.
If you haven't I'm not exactly good at this kind of stuff. Well, girly stuff. I've never been one who would want a purse, who wears make-up and who wears skirts.
In fact; this is my very first purse ever!
LSLIO
I can hardly hold it right, too. It just feels so...weird.
Y'know what?
I'm bored. I've been taking pictures of myself and then deleting them then doing that again for the past 20 minutes.
Then I coloured on my mirror some more then I took a picture of my mirror.
Didn't turn out so well.
Hummmmmmmm!
I'm bored.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOA! I FEEL JUST LIKE WE'RE TAKING CONTROL! TONIGHT, TONIGHT, YEAH, YEAH!
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOA! I FEEL JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL! BUT IF YOU LET GO, I'LL LET GO TONIGHT!
Lol. I love that song. I think I'm hooked on Metro Station now.
OH HELL NO!
I AM BECOMING MORE GIRLY! ERIN AND MADDIE ARE STARTING TO RUB OFF ON ME!
LSLIO. That sound nasty. But they're girly and I'm starting to become girly. Sorta scary, really.
But you have to Listen to Metro Station-Control. It's like really good. In fact; I'll put it on here.
(After is says Embedded by Request or whatever, click on the related video, Metro Station Control under it, it's the first one on your right.)
Well, well, well. What brings you to my little world?
Oh yea, the mouse and links and TheO and a bunch of other technical stuff that I wouldn't understand.
First of all, I'd like to say... I'LL MISS YOU LAUREN! HAVE FUN IN MEHICO!!
Yea, she's gonna go have fun in the sun! I don't know when she'll be back but I'll miss her.
Moving on.
OH MY JELLO! IT'S FRIDAY THE 13TH AND MY MATH TEACHER IS PREGNANT! AGAIN!
Yea, mu math teacher is pregnant again. Today her t-shirt said 'It's a bump not plump' or something like that.
Creative, am I right???
NEXT TOPIC!
Well, time to tell you about my day.
First I had Tech.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
I hate Tech. It's soooooooooooooooooo boring!
Then I had Science.
Nothing special happened there.
Then I had Math.
IT WAS CRAZY! WE WERE SO LOUD! And my friend Jack said he was pregnant and me and my best friend, Janelle looked at him, then looked at each other then moved back a bit.
Then him, Justyn, Connor and Jeremy start making nasty noises over in the corner when the teacher told them they couldn't play cards anymore. Then me, Janelle and Lauren were all talking.
Then lunch.
Umm, I ate then went to Dollarama with Nakiah and saw my brother and his friends.
E.L.A, S.S, E.L.A
We had a party and watched a movie, which I cried because of.
Then... THE FUNNIEST PERIOD PF THE DAY TODAY! GYM!
We share the gym with another class and my best friends are in that class, Erin and Madison. But Madison wasn't there. She went shopping and went to the dentist.
We played floor hockey and I was wearing those hockey glasses so my eyes were protected and whatever. And then my other best friend, Melly(Melysa)had to go to the bathroom so I had to hold her glasses, so I did and then she went and then I put them on my head sunglass style and then Jack came over.
He needed some hockey glasses, so he took them off my head, messing up my hair, may I add so I took them back. Then he took Janelle's and messed up her hair, so I laughed like the good friend I am.
Then Melly came back, and I told her what happened so we laugh and then we start talking. Then Brenden(my other friend, Lauren's ex) comes over and he's like "Look at Chris" (Chris; Red head, tempered kid in my class, not my brother) so I do and he was like napping on the bench and he was wearing a tight shirt, and let me tell you, that was NOT a very pretty sight. And then I ask "Did he even play, yet?" because nobody could be that tired after a shift. Then Brenden's like "Yea but only once." So I'm like "Wow. That must've been some shift."
Then Jelly(Janelle) starts pulling on my shirt, so I turn around and then we start talking. And Brenden's still sitting beside me but I was still talking. Then I talk to Brenden then Melly turns me around and she's all like "Brenden likes you!" In a hushed whisper but Brenden wasn't paying attention 'cause he was talking to Matt. Then I'm like "Um, okay then." Then me and Melly keep talking and then we're like "Why are they still here anyways?" So we ask them and Matt's like "I dunno" and Brenden says "Because I like it here." Then Melly's like, "Yea, he likes you." Then we keep talking, then they leave. Then Melly's like "Why do the guys hang around us anyways?" And I'm like "Because we're so hot!"
Then we laugh then it's Erin's shift so I'm critisizing her, 'cause we make fun of each other all the time. My and Bubbles make fun of each other more, though. Me and Maddie(Madison) are the violent friends. We always try to push each other into stuff.
Anyways, so then after gym we go change. Then we get out and I talk to Erin for a bit, then I skip over to Janelle and I talk to Carly and Janelle, then I find out Laura dumped Connor! 'O'
Then the bell rings, then we leave, then I go to my locker, get my stuff, go to Taylor's locker, then go home.
I think I just realized that hardly anybody reads my worlds.
I almost spelled that wrong.
Back onto topic. Truthfully, I don't mind that much. I like writing so I'm just gonna keep writing.
Does that grind your gears?
If it does, too bad.
HA! TAKE THAT CLOCK!
That just killed like 3 minutes. HOT DAYUM!
Ugh. But I still have almost an hour left until I leave. Well, I might not. If it's too icy, that is. I am not falling flat on my face again.
Yea, I did that. I'm clumsy, so sue me.
That killed another 3 minutes.
I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BORED!!! Let's talk about....Pants on fire.
Have your pants ever been lit on fire? Anybody?
If so, call me at 123-4567.
Cool number, am I right? And, no, that is NOT my real phone number. 'Course, it might be. I'm just not gonna say. I wonder what would happen if one of you were to call that number. It's a pretty pimped out number, though.
Oh yea, we were talking about pants on fire.
Well, if your pants HAVE been lit on fire, just PM me.
Now what to talk about? Ummmmmmm..... How about the word photosynthesis.
Do any of you know what that even means?
I think it has something to do with the growth of plants. But what I don't get is why they made it such a big word. I mean really, how hard is it to say 'Growth of Plants'? That's not hard at all! Jeeeeeeeeez, some people these days.
OH! This morning me and my brother were talking and this happened in the 1950s.
This guy named Emmet Till died at the age of 14. RIP!! He was black. He whistled at a white woman and he was murdered for it.
If you search up Emmet Till, you might see his face. If you don't wanna throw up, I'll just tell you what his face looked like. Half his face was swollen. That's how bad he was beaten. They couldn't even tell who he was. His nose was broken and chopped up a bit, his eye ball was hanging almost to his chin and there was a bullet hole going through his head.
That's when black people figured out they were being attacked.
What I don't get was what made white people so special back then. I mean, really. Skin colour isn't that big of a difference and it's really stupid how people still discriminate because of it.
I'm half black, from my dad's side. And I have been discriminated before because of the colour of my skin. Wanna know what I did to the guy who discriminated me. I gave him a black eye and a bloody nose.
I was really pissed. Not only did I hurt him, my brother did too, he was there.
Yes, I know, violence doesn't solve anything. But he had it coming. I mean, really. What made him so special?
Nothing, that's it.
And it's wrong for somebody to discriminate just because of what you are and what you look like.
Yes, I've even had my racist moments. And I regret it. And don't give me shit for being racist if you might have been, too.
Whoa. I have no idea how the heck I got that deep, but I did. Anyways, I gots to goes now.
If you're wondering why I'm mad and who the heck is Nakiah, then I'll explain.
It started off as a normal day. Wake up up to my annoying alarm clock, slam it until it shuts up, get out after cursing a lot, pick out some clothes, take a shower, put in my contacts, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Now, onto my slight- well, not slight, HUGE PROBLEM!
We were in gym, right?
Yea, we were in the change room, i walk in there expecting everything to be the same. I get changed, get out, do the warm-up, sit with Melysa, talk, then go back to my seat when we have to. But, oh no. Not today.
I go on there, talking to Madison and Melysa. Nakiah comes up to me. I say hey and she said "I asked and eighth grader out for you." Then I'm all like "You WHAT?!" Then she's all like "Yea, I told him you're in the seventh grade, really tall and soooo hot." And I'm like "I am sooooooo pissed at you." Then she's like, "I know" (Heh, I say like a lot, it's fun)
So now, I'm dating a guy named Nick, who's in the eighth grade, who's in french track, who wears really tight skinny jeans, and has CRAZY hair.
NOw, I'd be okay with all of this, IF I didn't like three other guys. Well, I can't really say I like them, because I don't really know them, I just squeal whenever I see them. They're that hot.
But, yea. Another problem. If the dance is still gonna happen, I might have to slow dance with him and I do NOT slow dance. Like at all.
Therefore, I have to dump him before Friday, that or stay clear of him the whole dance or possibly hurt Nakiah and THEN dump him.
Hmmmmmm, lots of possibilities here.
HOT DAYUM!
Sorry, had to say that. I do like the hurt Nakiah and then dump him possibility one, though.
BOW CHIKA WOW WOW!
LSLIO!
I think, I'm gonna do that.
...
WORKS FOR ME!
BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! TIME TO DANCE WILDLY TO MUSIC!
