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HOLD YOUR POSITION...|
Man down...MAN DOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNN!
For fu-- sakes last night was fucking fun as hell! So moistened!
'Tall started when Annette, like the small child she is, asked me if she could open her Super Soaker. Being the nice mom I am, I said yes. She filled it up so she could test the "distance" when ALAS Tim and Kellner were taking the garbage out. Oh, it was so go time. We barraged them with some moisture streams and it was sweet! And they were only kinda pissed.
Then stealthily, we laid on our balcony waiting for them to come the alternate route and then tried to spray the shit out of Tim some more. The neon-ness of our gun compromised our stealthy position. Luckily, Annette was a quick thinker and we then utilized our 2 mile range walkie talkies so as to assess the situation from no matter where we were, be it the steps, the balcony or the landing.
Sneakilishessly, we crept upstairs, one man covering our backs at all times. Guns cocked and loaded, we laid in wait for them to open the door, then sprayed the small sliver of fez we saw when they opened the door a crack.
Yes, I faltered, yet only for a minute as a large pan o' water was poured all over me. But that just fueled us more as Annette, via walkie talkie, came up with the most utilizational tool of our lives...the K key.
Once again we went upstairs...ever so quietly unlocking the door then SHAZAMM! we were in and it all went down, including Steph on her ass. But we were told to maintain our positions and kept firing.
All in all we reigned victorious and concluded with a celebratory victory shooting off our balcony. So stoicly we reveled in our success, slow streams of water shooting off the balcony in a back and forth fashion. I asked a black man if he wanted me to spray him and he said no and I said maybe next time.
It was a great night.
Show Of Hands...|
...May I just take a moment to recount the hilarity?
The past week has been SO FUN RIGHT NOW! Perhaps it all began with the good vibe that was...dun dun dun...MONDAY NIGHT DINNER VOL. 1!!!!!!!!!!!!
Steph, Annette and I....crazy. Just sick and crazy.
And I find it hilarious how everything in our lives is highly contrived. Not our personalities, but our sense of humor. For example...let us have the most delicious, albeit hickish, dinner ever, complete with MAN-wich, corn, fries, macaroni, and watermelon. No, we do not throw these little ditties together...they are completely planned out in order to truly capture the vibe at hand...God blessed us with muggalicious weather last week too which doubley enhanced said vibe when we had to strip our clothes off in shifts...sweet!
Anywaysssssssssssssssss, things have been superfun, highlighted by this past Saturday-to-Sunday. Much like a delicious Relient K song, I will now change gears
MAMA MIA MAMA MIA MAMA MIA LET ME GO!
DEEDLEDEEDEEDLEDEEDEEDLEDEE (MOUTH GUITAR)
WE HAD TO REALLY BE GOING NORTH CAUSE IT WAS COLDER!
LIKE WHEN SANTA SAYS HO HO HO EXTRA HO-ISHLY
DRUNK RUBERG-REMINISCENT MAN AT WAFFLE HOUSE
"AARON....LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW" AT 3 AM!
EXTRA SERIOUS FLUTE PLAYING NAVAJO/IROQUOIS/CHIPPEWA WITH WOLF
A PIECE OF ASS? A DIAMOND NECKLACE?
TAG TEAM OFF THE ROPE!
SINGING FAT LIP WITH OPERA VOICE
MY CAR IS MAKING A WEIRD NOISE......TURN THE RADIO UP!
MY CAR MADE A REALLY WEIRD NOISE AND SOMETHING HAPPENED UNDERNEATH OF IT.....PULL OVER!
MY CAR IS LEAKING GAS EVERYWHEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
"2 AM AND SH-" "no."
WELL THERE WAS THIS DAMN MECHANIC RACCOON, COMPLETE WITH DO-RAG AND OVERALLS...BUT THE OVERALLS GOT RIPPED OFF IN THE TUMULT, BUT I ASSURE YOU HE GRASPED ONTO THE PIPE UNDERNEATH MY CAR AND RIPPED IT OFF. I WILL BRING THE RIGORMORTISED RACCOON AS EXHIBIT A...PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE GLUE ON HIS HANDS.
Amazing how shit going down with my car is inconsequential due to the AWESOME SWEETNESS leading up to the catastrophe. Even though we could've died but that's neither here nor there.
All I have to say is, yes, shite happens and some more shite happens, but at the end of the day, when you and your friends are like a hurricane o' hilarity crashing into a sleepy man's life after a 2 hour drive at 3 in the morning, bestowing him with some awesomeness and then leaving....it says a lot.
So many volumes said merely by the fact that no one else will ever understand how HI-larious any of this was.....except Broox. Which is why one of us has to marry him.
GOODBYE MY LIEGE
Taking Back Sunday Writes Lyrics Based On My Life|
She says live up to your first impression
Well my best side is your worst invention
Why can't you live without the attention
Why can't you live without the attention
so it's like, what the hell. i've sorta kinda been pushing anything resembling an emotion to the back of my mind for the past two weeks, and it's been working out pretty well, but steph's post kinda hit the nail on the head. no dramatics, no deep mourning or depression...just discontentment. just feeling like i'm settling so that i don't get hurt. which is really wrong because it feels really GREAT to not get hurt. but the same thing that hurt me put an intense spark in my life. i like that i don't obsess over it any more, i like that i really am ENJOYING my life right now. my life's good. but God dammit, it used to be GREAT, AWESOME, SPECTACULAR and it's really depressing to wonder if maybe that was just part of being young and it's unattainable.
Haha, I just thought of something. When we were little kids, my brothers and sisters and I were COMPLETELY convinced that the only reason my parents had us was so that we could clean the house. WTF?! That's so hilarious...I mean, we would all get together and bitch and moan and whine and huffily dry dishes. It was no laughing matter...I really resented them for it.
HAHA that's funny.
UPDATE: i am not forsaking punk music/punk-ness/or punky brewster. i know my last post said you can't be a punk forever but i shouldve included either the word ASS (to make is punk-ass) or EMO. dude i love my punk music and roots and all that shit, i'm just over the mentality some (extraEMO) punks have of being gay. it's not like a big huge thing and i don't feel like elaborating anymore about it but there ya go! jess is still a punk!
Things have been:
I am in a weird place. I have a feeling I haven't had in a long long long long time. Butterflies. I don't know what about but they're there.
I don't feel like myself. Kinda like I'm in one of those limbo analyze-the-past-three-years-of-your-life modes. It's weird and sad looking back.
I was talking to Steph the other day about the stripped down versions of ourselves...actually I was comparing human beings to a MMC in Windows...the management console that allows you to add snap-ins to customize how you want to administrate (?) your computer...this is probably a horrible analogy, I'm sure. But it's weird doing a reevaluation and looking back at all the facets you have carved into your personality. We all start out as clean slates and add the features we want onto our lives as we go along and find things we like (punk, fashion, ruling, etc...) Where the hell am I going with this?
It's hard to leave the past behind you. I look back at all of my snap-ins, or facets, or whatever, and it hurts me that I am no longer really surrounded by the people who influenced these pieces of my personality. But the pain is reassuring cause it tells you that YES, that is WHO YOU ARE and those things are so ingrained in you that's it's normal and expected to feel like shit when key facilitators are no longer in the picture.
This is probably all gibberish to anyone besides myself and a few good friends.
So I guess I'm seeing myself as Jess, the punk/model/reluctant computer nerd with a lot more clean slate left to pile some more shit on to and enhance my personality even more. Your slate isn't filled up when you're 21. God, that would make us all horrible parents and human beings for the rest of our lives.
I don't know what will happen from here on out but whatever it is will be good for me and enhance me and let me keep living. We can't be punks forever. But my kids will sure as hell have to listen to it on the way to baseball practice.
Current Mood: -
This weekend was amazing and monumental. So many realizations from everyone. EVERYONE. What started out as girl's night in turned into Let's Be Normal Reunion 2005. Almost tearjerking. What happened? Why did we all move in? Who let that happen? I love my friends, I love all of us as a group. We are like brothers and sisters. We're all so conscious of the needs of each other, so accommodating and always looking out for each other. I want this all to be over. All this shit and drama and stupidity. People need to grow up, drop stupid preconceptions of how things are apparently "supposed" to be and give into what they WANT them to be. So so so so so close. To so many things. I'm going to bed.
Love and love and happy afternoons
Watching TV from your room
While you're laying in my arms
And I know it's not fair to me
To see this love walk right by me
Every day, will we ever meet the right way
Things have been good lately...especially because I've decided to see primarily the good in my life, and try to ignore the negative. Well, not so much ignore as see for what it is. I have come to some sort of realization that you're only blessed if you think you are...you'll only be happy if you think you should be. It seems too simple and obvious, but I really think more people should look into it. It's a very simple fix to stress and annoyance in your life. Or at least a way to minimize it. The mere fact that I have the ability to type on this computer right now makes me more blessed than millions of people in the world and it makes your life a lot easier to take sometimes when you put things in perspective.
That said, I have been stressed and annoyed about a few things lately. Really, I try not to let it affect my life too much, but that's what this is for...venting so the feelings don't erupt in a whiny and intrusive-to-others way.
I like my job a lot but I am annoyed that I am doing two jobs, getting paid for one, having all my work get backed up (because, honestly, for serious, I am doing TWO jobs, not one and a half, not one and three quarters) and making me look bad, not to mention the stress that goes along with TWO jobs. And the fact that another woman in my office is getting a CO-OP to help her because she cannot do her ONE job on her own, plus this co-op gets the bigger office I was SUPPOSED to be moved in to, that I had been prepping for when I finally got someone to help me with my jobS, and someone who is not my boss at all was on my ass all last week trying to get me to "clean it out" and get it ready for someone who is not even a legitimate part of the company, and I've been there for over a year and a half.
School is annoying to say the least. Whatever.
And about the concert. SO STUPID!!! When I listen to Soco in the car, I just get this overwhelming feeling. I don't know what it's a feeling of, but it's so much of SOMETHING and almost brings me to tears sometimes. That probably sounds weird but for those of you with a true FAVORITE band and an extremely intense connection to music, you may be able to relate. So the fact that they will be playing LIVE TOMORROW NIGHT 4 HOURS AWAY and a girl who is now transfixed on them due primarily to my ex-boyfriend's influence, is going to be there, with him, probably thinking how "cool" she is and how cute and "punk" she looks in her highly contrived outfit. I am SO annoyed.
But that's it. Nothing else is wrong, for serious. :)
Current Mood: Not too shabby
it annoys me that some people get to see my favorite band and i don't. and that said people don't appreciate them nearly as much as i do, nor will gain as much from the experience, nor did they research the concert dates or even buy their own ticket. i will be a very unhappy girl tomorrow night. while someone else is at 13% of the happiness level that i would experience if i were there. mm, yeah, about that.
Current Mood: ticked
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