[one hundred, seventy-seven]
grab someone sexy tell 'em hey,
Boy do I feel like going dancing. I would be dancing, actually, right now probably or in the near near future, if I didn't have work tomorrow morning at nine am, and therefore I am jealous of some certain people who are going dancing this evening. This isn't fair at all, but I do get to start a fabulous job tomorrow, so I'm excited regardless.
If it is any consolation to anyone, I got to dance around my room to the Guess who. Someone bring me back to the seventies, I was landed in the wrong time, literally should've been in my grandparents' era, I should've been born in the early fifties, teenager in the seventies, and then I'd have the music experience of the sixties and seventies, and the money to buy sweet fashion in the eighties. Man, my life has been preplanned out.... Just a little late, and in the wrong time zone.
Dear universe, something fantastic via music and fashion better be coming in the next decade, possibly the next Beatles, love always, Jess.
Have a lovely evening!
Jess :]
Sunday, June 26, 2011
later than late baby, I'm a diamond
[one hundred, seventy-six]
I've been writing for so long on this blog that I forget what defines a blog, and I realise that I don't write it a standard way, but I love my blog, and I'm a little behind today so I shall write another one later, but for now this is what you're gonna get.
I've been having some issues lately, wondering what everything is. I've talked to some people recently about a certain thing that happens to me, other than my night terrors but my interesting mind breaks. I have recently written a story-type thing that heavilly escapes me from my mind, it sort of breaks little pieces of how I've felt and how I think. I have aura issues, this was just an interesting scuffle into my mind, hooray!
What else what else, I love peanut butter. I haven't had it in a while, I feel like maybe I should change that. I like to have it on toast... And that's about it. Or cellery. Is that weird? People are weird. Who like, invented food? Who decided they were sick of separate vegetables, meats, grains, who decided to mix something like chicken and put grain and tomatoes together, to make some sort of pasta? Friggen Italians, what with your food and your beautiful country and all of that, seriously.
I don't have a lot else to say, oh, I get car sick, I wish things didn't feel like a wave pool in the car for me, it's been ever since my last surgery, it is rather unfortunate. This also happens while I drive to and from the city where my school is, so, that's just wonderful now isn't it?
Take care, don't forget that I like your face. What a crap blog today.
Jess :]
I've been writing for so long on this blog that I forget what defines a blog, and I realise that I don't write it a standard way, but I love my blog, and I'm a little behind today so I shall write another one later, but for now this is what you're gonna get.
I've been having some issues lately, wondering what everything is. I've talked to some people recently about a certain thing that happens to me, other than my night terrors but my interesting mind breaks. I have recently written a story-type thing that heavilly escapes me from my mind, it sort of breaks little pieces of how I've felt and how I think. I have aura issues, this was just an interesting scuffle into my mind, hooray!
What else what else, I love peanut butter. I haven't had it in a while, I feel like maybe I should change that. I like to have it on toast... And that's about it. Or cellery. Is that weird? People are weird. Who like, invented food? Who decided they were sick of separate vegetables, meats, grains, who decided to mix something like chicken and put grain and tomatoes together, to make some sort of pasta? Friggen Italians, what with your food and your beautiful country and all of that, seriously.
I don't have a lot else to say, oh, I get car sick, I wish things didn't feel like a wave pool in the car for me, it's been ever since my last surgery, it is rather unfortunate. This also happens while I drive to and from the city where my school is, so, that's just wonderful now isn't it?
Take care, don't forget that I like your face. What a crap blog today.
Jess :]
la-dee-da
[one hundred, seventy-five]
Are authors, writers, thieves? My playwriting professor told us that we all are, people who write, who make it our business to steal from other people, maybe little details, maybe insignificant details that people themselves forget about they are so mundane, but we do take them from somewhere, nothing is just imagined. I found that tidbit a little Freudian, like everything is predetermined in life due to the experiences, people, socialisation and nurture that is given through out life. Is it weird that I read my own writing, said company business included, with a British accent? I wish it was England so much more than Canada. I think that when writing, you need a couple of important things, one of them maybe be "borrowing," but with a stylistic touch.
You must have an overactive imagination. If you had an invisible friend as a child, or played with a necklace of beads and imagined a courtroom (maybe, just maybe, that was only me) then you are in the right suit to be shuffled in with the writers. Even in journalism you need some vocabulary flaire, something that puts you a part from mundane journalists with a heavy heart and even heavier pen.
You need to love things about people. I love so many things about people that they don't notice. I have this one friend, who when she is paying for something, she flips through every section of her wallet looking for change, gift cards, I don't know she doesn't realise that she does it, but she does it every time, and I notice. That is one thing I miss about being relatively blind, I can't see the details that I think up. I love detail, I love knowing what colour the leaves were, or what song was playing on the car radio during an accident, or the necktie the colour the texture, it is something that interests me, to know the little things, and therefore, you must really want to create a world in which you characters live.
You do have to borrow ideas, as I mentioned, I do have a character who has a sort of wallet-schizophrenia, who always checks every slot, but he does it obviously. I would take something as small and unnoticeable to one person, and magnify it until it is the basis of a story. I had a character once who loved to tie their hair in knots, I don't think that story carried on, but I used to like to tie my hair in knots when I was little, and therefore I will continue to take little tidbits, or just hints of ideas from quirks of people, because many people do just do things.
So if you write, take a little time to notice, people watch, look at the way people do things. How do your neighbours cut the grass? Does your teacher have nervous ticks? It’s a fun thing to do, I like it at least.
Take care,
Jess :]
Are authors, writers, thieves? My playwriting professor told us that we all are, people who write, who make it our business to steal from other people, maybe little details, maybe insignificant details that people themselves forget about they are so mundane, but we do take them from somewhere, nothing is just imagined. I found that tidbit a little Freudian, like everything is predetermined in life due to the experiences, people, socialisation and nurture that is given through out life. Is it weird that I read my own writing, said company business included, with a British accent? I wish it was England so much more than Canada. I think that when writing, you need a couple of important things, one of them maybe be "borrowing," but with a stylistic touch.
You must have an overactive imagination. If you had an invisible friend as a child, or played with a necklace of beads and imagined a courtroom (maybe, just maybe, that was only me) then you are in the right suit to be shuffled in with the writers. Even in journalism you need some vocabulary flaire, something that puts you a part from mundane journalists with a heavy heart and even heavier pen.
You need to love things about people. I love so many things about people that they don't notice. I have this one friend, who when she is paying for something, she flips through every section of her wallet looking for change, gift cards, I don't know she doesn't realise that she does it, but she does it every time, and I notice. That is one thing I miss about being relatively blind, I can't see the details that I think up. I love detail, I love knowing what colour the leaves were, or what song was playing on the car radio during an accident, or the necktie the colour the texture, it is something that interests me, to know the little things, and therefore, you must really want to create a world in which you characters live.
You do have to borrow ideas, as I mentioned, I do have a character who has a sort of wallet-schizophrenia, who always checks every slot, but he does it obviously. I would take something as small and unnoticeable to one person, and magnify it until it is the basis of a story. I had a character once who loved to tie their hair in knots, I don't think that story carried on, but I used to like to tie my hair in knots when I was little, and therefore I will continue to take little tidbits, or just hints of ideas from quirks of people, because many people do just do things.
So if you write, take a little time to notice, people watch, look at the way people do things. How do your neighbours cut the grass? Does your teacher have nervous ticks? It’s a fun thing to do, I like it at least.
Take care,
Jess :]
Thursday, June 23, 2011
he cast no shadow
[one hundred, seventy-four]
If there is something that I would like to say, it would be that buttons are an annoying invention, as are things that keep articles of clothing together: clothes pins, safety pins, zippers, laces, anything annoying that is tedious to do up and sit around. Or walk around. That is all.
Jess :]
If there is something that I would like to say, it would be that buttons are an annoying invention, as are things that keep articles of clothing together: clothes pins, safety pins, zippers, laces, anything annoying that is tedious to do up and sit around. Or walk around. That is all.
Jess :]
what am I, alive?
[one hundred, seventy-two]
I remember wrting a lot that I feel like I'm taking my life not for granted, but some days I feel like I'm dead inside. Is that a terrible thing to say about myself? I feel like I'm running in place, like it is continuously the start of the race, the tension right before the "go" gunshot and it goes off, and then I'm stuck. I'm stuck.
I feel that everything is the same. Have you ever seen the movie Pleasantville? Where everything's in black and white. I feel like there are moments in my life where there's colour, there's technicolour, psychadellic colour things that I never, ever want to lose, and then there's these moments where I just could go on and on and never realise that I'm not living in colour. There could be an occaisional brown, but brown isn't the prettiest.
I have this weird craving for fried chicken, I think I watch too much Sex and the City. I love that show, because they get stuck, and they get hurt, and they aren't perfect, and they still have such optimism. I gots the positivity man. I can't wait for September, you know why? Because there are things that I can experience there without even trying where here I have to make plans and work my ass off. Let's do some easy stuff together.
I have a lot of things on my mind. I would like to talk them out with someone. This is me calling out. Please. I need something different.
yours truly,
Jess :]
I remember wrting a lot that I feel like I'm taking my life not for granted, but some days I feel like I'm dead inside. Is that a terrible thing to say about myself? I feel like I'm running in place, like it is continuously the start of the race, the tension right before the "go" gunshot and it goes off, and then I'm stuck. I'm stuck.
I feel that everything is the same. Have you ever seen the movie Pleasantville? Where everything's in black and white. I feel like there are moments in my life where there's colour, there's technicolour, psychadellic colour things that I never, ever want to lose, and then there's these moments where I just could go on and on and never realise that I'm not living in colour. There could be an occaisional brown, but brown isn't the prettiest.
I have this weird craving for fried chicken, I think I watch too much Sex and the City. I love that show, because they get stuck, and they get hurt, and they aren't perfect, and they still have such optimism. I gots the positivity man. I can't wait for September, you know why? Because there are things that I can experience there without even trying where here I have to make plans and work my ass off. Let's do some easy stuff together.
I have a lot of things on my mind. I would like to talk them out with someone. This is me calling out. Please. I need something different.
yours truly,
Jess :]
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
try
[one hundred, seventy-one]
I would die
before forgetting
you
and all of
the things that
you do
and if
you
would like to
leave
I'll wear my heart
on my
sleeve
because you turn
frowns
the other way
so that I can have
a really good
day
so please just
don't
go
away.
if tomorrow
you fall
just know
that
I'm not going
anywhere
and that if you
need someone
like
me
for a hand to hold
or a spot of
tea
just call me
up
and I'll be there
because
I care.
love,
Jess :]
I would die
before forgetting
you
and all of
the things that
you do
and if
you
would like to
leave
I'll wear my heart
on my
sleeve
because you turn
frowns
the other way
so that I can have
a really good
day
so please just
don't
go
away.
if tomorrow
you fall
just know
that
I'm not going
anywhere
and that if you
need someone
like
me
for a hand to hold
or a spot of
tea
just call me
up
and I'll be there
because
I care.
love,
Jess :]
some like it
[one hundred, seventy]
Yesterday was such a good day. I feel like I don't talk about my life enough, like my actually day to day life, maybe this next third of the blog should be about my day-to-day, or whatever I feel like. Maybe I'll do another month of prose, I'll think about it. Maybe July, but July's going to be busy for me, so maybe August. Probably not I'll save it for October or something. This is irrelevant to my good day yesterday.
It was sort of a bumpy start since I did nothing all morning, then out for lunch with a girlfriend, then poker night with the boys. Now, you don't really know my boys, but they are fantastic, and I spent six hours just laughing and playing poker and learning how to play poker, and it really was the best. Then I found out that the job that I interviewed for was offered to me, so that was awesome, then I got a Happy Meal, and I got a Barbie toy. It rocked.
As for my happiness, I think I've been drinking in a little more, soaking it up to take a summer term for the first day of summer, I've been really understanding that people who are important to me need to know that, and I need to just sit down and accept that even though they don't show it or say it a lot, they do care about me, and they will be there for me, and I know that if I need a smile I can literally text any one of the five of my boys and not be disappointed.
So if you have good friends, best friends, friends of any kind, that you love and want them to be happy and care about, shoot them a message today and let them know that, because if they don't know they should. And never forget that I love you, 'cause you read me and when you read me you look at all of my vulnerabilites, and you don't judge me for being me, and that means a lot to me, so thank you.
love always,
Jess :]
Yesterday was such a good day. I feel like I don't talk about my life enough, like my actually day to day life, maybe this next third of the blog should be about my day-to-day, or whatever I feel like. Maybe I'll do another month of prose, I'll think about it. Maybe July, but July's going to be busy for me, so maybe August. Probably not I'll save it for October or something. This is irrelevant to my good day yesterday.
It was sort of a bumpy start since I did nothing all morning, then out for lunch with a girlfriend, then poker night with the boys. Now, you don't really know my boys, but they are fantastic, and I spent six hours just laughing and playing poker and learning how to play poker, and it really was the best. Then I found out that the job that I interviewed for was offered to me, so that was awesome, then I got a Happy Meal, and I got a Barbie toy. It rocked.
As for my happiness, I think I've been drinking in a little more, soaking it up to take a summer term for the first day of summer, I've been really understanding that people who are important to me need to know that, and I need to just sit down and accept that even though they don't show it or say it a lot, they do care about me, and they will be there for me, and I know that if I need a smile I can literally text any one of the five of my boys and not be disappointed.
So if you have good friends, best friends, friends of any kind, that you love and want them to be happy and care about, shoot them a message today and let them know that, because if they don't know they should. And never forget that I love you, 'cause you read me and when you read me you look at all of my vulnerabilites, and you don't judge me for being me, and that means a lot to me, so thank you.
love always,
Jess :]
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