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[25 Oct 2005|05:37pm] |
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Random Brutal Love Dreamer (RBLDf)
shmolorful, but unpicked. You are The Wild Rose.
Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.
You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective.
Your exact opposite:
The Dirty Little Secret
Deliberate Gentle Sex Master
| The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone.
"You're never truly single as long as you have yourself."
ALWAYS AVOID: The Bachelor
CONSIDER: The Vapor Trail. |
Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.
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[14 Jun 2005|12:18pm] |
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I am living in Binghamton, for the summer, while working a 40 hour a week job. Also, paying rent, bills, etc. What fun.
I haven't updated in a while. Too frequently I feel that sentence starts most of my entries. I am constantly starting things with no intention of finishing. I could lie and say that when I start a "project", I see myself carrying out, but if I can't be honest here, then where else? Even now, as I finished writing that sentence, I started looking at some site, then went to get up to go make breakfast. Perhaps it's because I am bored? Honestly I think that being up here, is decaying my brain. I feel that I am slipping into some vegetative state. It used to be fun, now it's monotonous and mundane. Same thing every day. I am not doing anything that would be considered stimulating. Working is pointless. I'd rather have a job that challenges me. For too long I have been looking for the easy way out. I need to get my shit together. I have great plans, but... realistically, do I see myself going through with them? For real? Most of my plans involve variables that are completely out of my hands. That fact, coupled with the fact that I just may not have the means to do other things, is rather discouraging. And, unfortunately, once I get discouraged, I accept defeat. I didn't used to be that way. Quite the opposite in fact. Maybe it's time to change. Why are people so afraid of change. Change is good, change might hurt, it might be uncomfortable. But in the end, change is most definitely good.
Without it, what have we got?
Well. I must away to work. Not one of my more lighthearted entries... one will follow shortly, I am sure. It's lack of material that inspires.
I deleted a bunch of entries. I normally don't like to do that, but... to put it bluntly, they were assinine. What was I thinking?! From the months of January to May... I was an idiot.
hah...
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[29 Nov 2004|08:30pm] |
Back from thanksgiving. Was sick the entire time. Still am sick. Completely neglecting livejournal because addicted to facebook
www.thefacebook.com
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[21 Nov 2004|11:54pm] |
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I killed a spider today. It was on my window, and I didn't want it there anymore. It was blocking my view. So I sucked it up in the vaccuum. Maybe I didn't kill it. Maybe it's alive in the vaccuum. Waiting, to get back at me. It was huge, black, and hairy.
I can't find a comfortable position to sit in right now, and I think it is inhibiting my thought process.
superb. say it again lucas.
I was sitting on my bed before, and looking out the window and I could see all the lights. now. its only fog. no lights. I only bring it up because it had been at most 5 minutes between glances. Even as I type this, the distance that I can see is lessening. Its like this great big wall, closing in on me. ALL that I can see from my window right now is a slighty orangy-black fuzz. Thats it. No distinctive shapes or light sources. With my window open, I can even feel the air getting damper. I want to close it, but i dont want to get up. It presses against the screen, and as it comes closer, it brings feelings ofdiscontent and whisperings of the leaves that i cant see, shivering in the wind.
its cold out tonight.
food for thought: what is your favorite of your 5 senses? If you had to lose one, which would it be?
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I just spent over an hour at petfinder.com, looking at puppies. I want one. I want one so bad that it hurts.
also look at this
-- Taboo Tourney on Friday
Think you're the master in Taboo? Come with a group of four or even by yourself and test your skills with the Philippine American League on Friday, Nov. 19, in UU-201. Come before 8:30 p.m. to register. Only $1 per person to play. Bring a Taboo board game, not electronic, if you can. Winner will get a prize. For more information, contact Justin at jtan1@binghamton.edu or Vanessa at vvaldez1@binghamton.edu.
REMEBER TABOO NIGHTS AT SAMS?!
Also.. got this in an email, thought it was hysterical...
Dear Incubus Fans --
As 2004 comes to an end so does Incubus' A Crow Left of the Murder World Tour. After 126 dates in 33 different countries, Incubus will wrap up tonight in Loveland, CO on November 19th.
However, lead singer Brandon Boyd has one more solo gig to perform. His encore takes place at the Queens Court House in New York later this month when he appears on a weapons charge for accidentally carrying a pocketknife through an airport security check. Brandon's judicial debut will be a hard ticket to come by for most.
SO MANY THINGS TO TALK ABOUT
Just got back from The Belmar and Fitzies (which for those of you who dont go to Bing, are the biggest ghetto townie bars in existence) with the roomies and Dana. Fun times. We went to Belmar first. We get in, crazy old men making rude comments to us. It was supposed to be Gavins bday, hes no where to be found. So we order a pitcher and sit down. As we drink we look around and notice (keep in mind it took us like almost half an hour to notice this)... the entire place is filled with gay people. Guys are making out. Girls have crazy short hair and chains and like baggy pants and are making out. And basically, it is everyone in the bar. No body told us it was gay night at the Belmar. So we skedaddle out of there, and stroll on down to Fitzies. There are 12 people in the bar. All townies. Amazing. We get a pitcher (steph, linds, dana, and myself) and park ourselves next to the window by the pool table. To get there we had to walk past this eclectic group of guys (one was ghettoly dressed, another was all emo-y, another one was preppy, and the last one was clubby). So we sit down at the table. The guys then proceed to conduct a huddle, while furtively glancing our way. Then they all comeover. Best opening line ever: We noticed that when you all walked past, you smelled really really good, so we had to come talk to you all. HAAAAA it was great. They were scary though. While sitting at the table we kept (Steph actually) waving to people walking by on there way downtown to the "good" bars. The reactions of people were absolutely priceless. So then we leave there to go drop off Dana and Linds at sportsbar, and as we are sitting at the light, a unmarked cop car comes SCREECHING across four lanes to a dead stop right infront of us, and two cops in SWAT attire jump out with like 2 other cops coming from behind out car come RUNNING and literally tackle this random guy walking on the sidewalk. It was like something from COPS... freakin crazy.
PS. Taking Back Sunday concert last nite in the city. Didnt get to go, sadly, however a friends boyfriend is close with the band, and was hanging with them after the show. He mentioned to Adam Lazarra that I am a huge fan, and Adam said, "Tell Jess to come say hi to me next show she goes to, and she sounds like a cool girl. Tell her I say hi." Sigh.
S I G H. . .
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[19 Nov 2004|05:43pm] |
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Today was one of those days. Not one of the bad ones, but a good one. I woke up, when I felt like waking up. No alarm clock woke this girl up. And I got up, and did stuff around the apartment, and then went for a hike in the Nature Preserve. And then I listened to music and installed PhotoShop7. Now I am relaxing until I go to Frank's house for festivities...
My sister is at the Taking Back Sunday concert right now in the city, I am jealous. She sent me like a whole bunch of new music, and I aboslutely can not stop listening. Some of the bands include Death Cab for Cutie, Say Anything, Daphne Loves Derby, My Chemical Romance, Hidden in Plain View, Underoath, Rilo Kiley, The Bled, Cursive, The Early Novembers, Eisley, Hawthorne Heights, Bright Eyes, Built To Spill, and Fall Out Boy. Some of those bands I have heard of before, some I haven't. But they are all amazing, and I can't stop listening. My sister is the greatest. I remember when I used to introduce her to new music, and now shes the one who knows...
I can't wait to go home for Thanksgiving. I go home Wednesday. I dont know whats going to happen. Crazy shit... And Gina won't be there, which will suck majorly.
I am wearing a Vote For Pedro shirt right now. Anyone who knows where that is from, is beyond cool in my book.
I was sitting at my desk, and taking a picture of something out my window... and then I put the camera down on the shelf next to me, and the screen was facing me. I had forgotten to turn the camera off, and when I looked up, this is what my camera was looking at.
I call it "Tiki Man with Garden State soundtrack and Tito the hawaiian hula dancer"
It's going to rain all weekend. I think I am looking forward to that...
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[16 Nov 2004|01:34am] |
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"It's me and the moon," she says
I got no trouble with that
But i am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die
"It's me and the moon," she says
And it's over, but just started
The blood stained the carpet
Her heart like a crystal
She's lucid and departed
A life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away
Away with these nightmares
Away with suburbia
Shakedown away
You marry a role and
You give up your soul til you break down
"It's me and the moon," she says
I got no trouble with that,
But I am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die
"It's me and the moon," she says
But what do you say we go for a ride?
What do you say we get high?
But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night
"It's me and the moon," she says
And I got no trouble with that,
But I am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die
I am a butterfly,
I am a butterfly,
I am a butterfly
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| as promised |
[15 Nov 2004|06:48pm] |
This weekend Sarah and I drove, in her '92 Chrysler Lebaron, to Philly and then on to Washington DC to visit Mike. It was a great weekend, good times with good people. I was going to update with words but instead
( I'll leave you with these pictures )
Only problem, Forgot my camera Friday night, and Sat night my batteries went dead: Friday Night we went to Olde Towne Alexandria, VA, and went to a bar called Murphy's and then to a brewery. It was just Sarah, Mike, and myself. It was quite fun. BUT Saturday night, we went to a section of DC called Adams Morgan where there are lots of bars and young people and what not. In Adams Morgan, we went to a bar called Madames Organ. It was possibly one of the coolest bars I've ever been to. It was a combo of the Witch's Brew, a brothel, and who knows what else. It was 5 floors with a bar on each floor, really dark with lil red lights, tons of crazy shit on the walls, candles everywhere, dark wood, lots of people. We hung out on the roof, which was freakin aweome. We also met Mike's work friends, all guys. Awesome times. Marisa, her boyfriend, and her friend came and met up with us as well. Best Weekend Ever.
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[15 Nov 2004|12:26am] |
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This weekend was amazing. It completely rejuvenated me. I feel refreshed and cheerful. Now I am going to bed. I will update tomorrow with the details. :)
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[10 Nov 2004|11:34pm] |
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It snowed in Binghamton.
It was ridiculous. One day it was sunny and about 60 degrees, and the next... it was that. ^
Also look at this, pretty lights inside, and out.
I'm sitting here, drinking a keystone light, possibly one of the worst beers of all time, and yet I am enjoying it. I should be packing. I am leaving tomorrow to visit Mike in DC. It should be fun, although it might be a bit lonely. Itll be Sarah and Mike... and me and ??? Ill be the third wheel. I never felt like that with them ever, but still. I wish Joe was going. I haven't really talked to him in a while, but it always used to be Sarah and Mike, and Me and Joe. It will be strange without him there.
Bleh. You know you are emotional when you watch a movie about chess, and you cry. I watched Searching For Bobby Fischer today. And I cried my eyes out. Hah.
I can't wait to go home. I haven't been home since August. Too long. I miss my family, my friends, my bed, Tiki Bar... haha... Speaking of, Jimmy and I are moving to California this summer. We are driving out there (cross country road trip) then getting jobs and living on the beach in San Diego. At least thats the plan, hah...
Maybe I should pack.
I think I'll just sit here, get drunk, and listen to music.
I'm feeling a bit melancholy.
-wingnut
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| The Great Pot Roast Caper |
[08 Nov 2004|01:36am] |
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Interesting Weekend:
Funny though, I didn't really do anything that exciting.
Friday, Tiff came to visit, we went out to dinner, I was drunk. It was fun.
Saturday. Did absolutely nothing all day. It was lovely.
Saturday night: Steph and I had just finished watching a movie, and I was about to go to bed, but [all of a sudden] loud music started up downstairs. Loud, thumping bass, Bob Marley music. Normally I wouldnt complain since I, myself, am a huge fan. However, when the bass is vibrating your bed, and you are really tired and you want to go to sleep, it is not a fun time. It was also keeping Steph up in the next room. So we decide to go downstairs to knock on their door. [BACKGROUND INFO: Last year we all lived in the same apartment, and below us, was the RA, and a bunch of large black guys. They played loud rap music at all times of the day and night, and any time that you went down and politely asked them to turn it down, they slammed the door in your face, and turned it up. This year, is a different RA, named Dre, and another bunch of large black guys.] So we walk downstairs, not knowing what to expect, and timidly knocked on their door. It opened, and there was a 7 foot 11 inches tall black guy with dreadlocks and a bandana. Steph and I were momentarily silenced. He took this as an opening and immediately asked in a luscious voice, "How can I help you ladies?" To which we replied, "Well...", politely asking him to turn down the music because it was vibrating our apartment. He immediately, and remorsefully apologized and bade us a good night. The second we stepped in the door of our apartment, we heard the music being turned off completely. We felt triumphant, and grateful that they were so nice. So we decided to invite them over for dinner (Lindsay had brought a large pot roast from home, that we were planning to cook on Sunday). We went to bed feeling that all was right in the world.
Sunday: I woke up early, and drove, with Sarah, to Watkins Glen and Ithaca to look at waterfalls, VERY FUN. Took some great pics. When i figure out how to link them, I will. I was gone from about 10am to 6pm. Around 5 I checked my cell, only to find a message from Steph stating the following, "Hey Jess, It's Steph, I'm just wondering if you know where the pot roast is... cause it's missing. Ok bye." At the time I thought she was joking. But no, oh no, she wasn't. I come home to a crisis. Steph and Linds searched everywhere, the fridge, the freezer, the cabinets, closets, Steph called her bf, who was here last night, and Linds called her friend who was visiting. But alas, No Pot Roast. Dre, The Ra, came up to give us forms, and they mentioned it to him, and he mentioned back that we should lock our doors, cause there has been reported thefts. But a pot roast???? A big hunk of raw meat???? WHY???? It was really disturbing to us, because that mean that someone came in to our aparment in the middle of the night, and went in our fridge, and touched our food. Gross! Not only did he take the pot roast, which was on the second shelf, but he also rearranged the food, and brought the parmasan cheese from the door, and the bagels from the bottom shelf, and put them in the place of the pot roast, to make it seem like nothing was missing from the shelf. So sneaky. We were outraged, first, because we were looking forward to a homecooked meal of pot roast all day, and second because we were expecting guests. So we cancelled our plans, and I made rice instead. But we still didn't know where the potroast went. Steph and I, as a favor to Linds, went outside to the laundry room to get her laundry. And what do our noses smell, but the scrumtiolescent fumes of a cooking POT ROAST!!!! So we sniffed around doors, and sneaked around the building looking in peoples windows. Needless to say, we couldn't find our beloved pot roast. But, I did make up signs about our Missing Pot Roast, and posted them on all the doors in Jones (there's only 8 doors). We do have a suspect, however. A very shady character. I will post any updates.
On that note, I am completely exhausted, esp after hiking up and down mountains and through gorges, and running around in the cold night searching for a pot roast.
Have a super night.
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[07 Nov 2004|11:05pm] |
x GinaLikeWhoa x (8:21:46 PM): so
Auto response from beachesque (8:21:46 PM): relax, i'm just idle... no need to cry
x GinaLikeWhoa x (8:21:59 PM): i'm eating triscuits
x GinaLikeWhoa x (8:22:07 PM): and thats my story
x GinaLikeWhoa x (8:22:08 PM): hahah
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| Bush + Dick = F U C K E D |
[03 Nov 2004|04:29pm] |
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Well, the election has come and gone, and frankly, I don't want to talk about it. Because if I do, then I might throw up all over my laptop, and then it will break, and then I'll cry.
I am wearing black today, because I am in mourning, our country is dying. In 4 years, there will be nothing left. Anyone who voted for Bush, is an ignorant, unintelligent inbreed. And if you voted for Bush, and you don't consider yourself one, well... you certainly acted like it. And no, I am not sorry. But enough about that.
Would anyone like to secede with me?
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I've been sitting, with my chin resting on my desk for about half an hour. And all that I've accomplished is making my chin numb. I have 4000 songs on my playlist, and I can't find one I want to listen to. I am very tired, but I don't want to lay down. It's raining out. I just discovered that the lead singer of Frou Frou is a woman. For some reason I think that that makes me like the band less now. But I still like that song. Ill listen to it now. I saw Incubus last night, it was amazing, they are amazing. Too many slutty girls though, with their "Brandon, Will You Marry Me?" signs. Bob Dylan is coming to Bing U. in a couple of weeks, how random, I will be going. My new icon makes me sad, and I dont know why. I watched The United States of Leland tonight, and it was probably the most depressing movie I have ever seen in my life, however it has Ryan Gosling in it, and he is hot. I'm really hungry, I think I'll go make myself a Spicy Chik'n Patty (no chickens were harmed in the making of this product). Sigh, I love boca burger. Did you ever notice Jurassic 5 and Jackson 5 sound similar, not the music, but the actual name? I made a mixtape the other day, like a real one, it's awesome. I am a little sad and empty, because (well first I am dieting) but second, I dont have anyone to think about. No guy has my thoughts. That hasnt happened in a very long time. Now, what do I think about?
I can't wait for it to snow.
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