Screw the title. %*#&@

I read several old posts, including one on my other blog website, oh, THAT ONE is just stupid. 

***This post is a cold, hard self-realization.***

 If you don't like slightly crude language, I suggest that you leave. 

Now.

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As I was saying. This is not meant to insult ANY of my friends. Guys, you're awesome. Just take this as a figure of speech, and laugh about it. I know that at at least one point you were thinking this. It's cool. That's why you guys are my friends (...among other things...) Well, let's get down to freakin' business, shall we? This me-Jess wishy washy deal ended a very long time ago, and it took me A HELL OF A LONG TIME TO GET OVER IT. Before I follow it up with the "You guys weren't fair in letting me cope on my own," and, "Get out of my life!" let me say --- WHAT THE %*#& WAS THAT BULL****. I'd like to know why at least one of you didn't just freakin' crack me over the head with a heavy vase (save your 'not worth the money' jokes). I'm only covering up my expletives to be reasonable, and at least PG-13 rated. I severely sucked. Like seriously. Kerianne, I don't think you read, but you sat next to me every stinkin' say this year. WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SLAP ME ALREADY? DO IT! DO IT!!! That was rediculous. Really. I was such a damned immature fool. Everyone's immature at times, but come on. 

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I can't promise more won't follow. But seriously. What the hell was wrong with me? Guys, I'm really freaking sorry. Slap me when you get the chance. To Jess - I'm sorry. It doesn't mean anything, I'm sure, but, you know, do whatever you want with it. It'd be cool to kinda talk again.

GOODNIGHT PEOPLE! 

---My last from the throne of my computer table for at least 9 days. 

CHIARA, LET'S GET BACK TO BLOGGIN', SHALL WE?

The truth hurts so bad, wouldn't you say? So why tell it?

Oddly enough, one of my favorite parts of a blog post is its title.

I'm back, and blogging again. I'm rearing up on 200 posts. We'll see how things come when school starts - I can't say now. No sense in gauging the temperature when the ice has barely frozen. A few of you know that I was in Long Island 2 weeks ago. I think I blogged about it (GASP!) Just reading it - I see that I said I'll be going again. Nevermind then. I'm really excited because tomorrow I'm going to the Yankee game at 7:10 (at night), and then as soon as that's over, I'm shooting out into Long Island. My parents are leaving LI on Saturday - a week before me.I guess I don't really have much to say. I was just sitting around and a little bored. I guess I'll go read The Book Thief now. It's an awesome book, I have to admit. Here with my matzah bread, and favorite album of Bloc Party - see you later.

Inconsistency. I know, I know, I'm sorry!

I've been inconsistent, if you want to put it that way. And that's putting it nicely. I don't think anyone really reads this anymore. I mean, I think my father does, but I'm not so sure with that. I've just returned about a week now from a week-long stint in Long Island with my aunt and uncle sans parents. It was nice, and a well deserved break for both of us. Well, this Friday I'm returning. A week from today. I'll be there for 8 or 9 more days, (or more, who knows?!) I mean, who could blame me, nice house, I get the finished basement with a wide screen TV all to my lonesome, and my own private bathroom. Oh, I think I forgot to mention their in ground pool. That's the absolute best part. My cousin, too. She rocks. ---See you suckers whenever I get back. Phone calls are welcome.

186: So many things to do.

(I thought this would be a nice picture, until after taking it I realized the flower is fake.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I've been running around like a chicken without a head lately. I've been through so much. My iPod Touch BROKE! It's getting repaired this Friday, after about two months. My friends know how attached to music I get. AT LAST! Oh well, I guess I shouldn't be complaining, I mean, I hjust got a very expensive camera from my aunt, and I've been running wild taking pictures of everything. I think my mother is going to kick me out of the house.

Rocky

All Over the Place...Yet Again.

This past week was all over the place. This week is, too, and it's barely even half over yet. This is ridiculous. Well, we pushed our offer for $210,000 for a lovely condo in Warwick that was listed for $229,000 but needed some work. The real estate agent representing the sellers was Maribel Rossiter, the Rossiter twins' mother. My mom and her mom apparently have a history. (No, sicko, get your mind out of the gutter.) Well, anyway, they surprisingly accepted the $210,000 push. However, today we're informed that on Sunday they're having an open house. That's bad. For three hours, anyone interested may tour the house in question, and may place offers. If theirs is higher than ours, the house is now theirs. If no one makes a higher offer by open house, then the home is ours. A very close friend this past weekend had something horrible happen to them, and they're still coping, and probably will for a while. My allergies are RIDICULOUS! Today Dr. Barone prescribed Singulair, which apparently carries the side effect of suicidal tendencies. Great, huh? I'm off to a FANTASTIC start. To speak strictly metaphorically about something that happened today, the proverbial door was pried open today, and the big fat ugly four eyed monster (that's SOMETIMES green) was nowhere to be found. Which is actually a very good thing, but you see, I'm not sure I've outgrown the habit of closing said door. I'd really like to say I am. I just don't know yet. I have a friend I need to speak with about that...it's nice to know someone's there. To that person - remember - if you need me at all in the coming days, any time, just give me a holler. (I sent those songs to you, btw.) Okay, enough secret messages for one day.. This song is beckoning my departure...ick. =[

happy birthday, mutt. you're two years old.

I'm tired...

Teenage Wasteland

School's getting wayyy too dramatic on the cusp of formal, which, to me, isn't a huge event. This is just how I see it, but we'll have well more important events coming up. No need to make such an unnecessary fuss over frosh formal. A lot of odd things are happening, a lot of people are hurt every day, and I see at least one or two people crying everyday because either someone won't ask them to formal, or they were denied. Yeah, it's upsetting, but the way I see it, there's nothing wrong with you, so just pick your head up and keep on going. Don't let anything ruin this wonderful year that has been. (When I say I see one to two people crying, I mean outside of the usual three or four drama queens.) But I'm just very lax with all of this. Formal is coming up, obviously, and I was asked....ASKED? Since WHEN do GIRLS do the asking? I've seen it this year, unfortunately I'm obliged not to give names. I was asked twice. Sure, it's not easy saying no. Actually, one of them I offered going as friends. I don't think they took it too well. And I know of one other that would like to go with me. But I can't keep all this school drama on my mind. You know why? I'm moving. That's why I've been blogging so infrequently lately. Between the end-of-year crunch, home searching, and the fact that I do indeed have a social life, I simply haven't had the time I need for blogging. It might be like this until the end of June. Maybe even after that. My parents agreed on a home that ironically enough Katie and Lauren Rossiter's mom Maribel is representing. It needs work, but it's nothing crazy. The price isn't at all bad at $229,000. It's a steal, really, but only because the housing market is quite a mess at the moment. Real estate agents my mother knows are giving another 8 months before the market hits rock bottom. That's around Christmas. That's sad. In other news, my parents almost bought another dog yesterday. I think we were going to name her Shelley or something. She is a shih-tzu. We didn't get her, but once we settle in this new house, we will most definitely get one, hopefully before I'm off to college. Well, I need to split. Again, nothing about my spring break, but it really was awesome. I'll write eventually. Oh, yeah, I went to the galleria and the palisades these last two days. My luck? "That girl" was at both places. Some of you will know what I'm talking about. Do you mind not telling people? I'd appreciate. 

-I'm not about to write out what happened. You can ask if you're so curious. 

Adios!

~Please can you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.~

Oh Frabjous Day!

This is rediculous. I'm sorry for having such infrequent posts. Too
much is going on at the moment. Ihave the troubles of moving, worrying
about things a kid my ageshould not have to worry about, and looking
through stacks of paperwork. If there is anything I hate more than my
ex-imaginary friend Hal, its a routine. Having the same order of
classes in a day drives me insane enough. I like spontaneousness.
Today I went to school, came home, did hw, watched half an episode of
the office (GASP), more than I've seen in two weeks combined, studied,
made some jumbalaya with perogies and then cornbread, took a shower,
and here I am, with one restroom stop, not even kidding. I'm laying in
bed right now relaxing for the first time today. This stress is
overwhelming. Too much is going on at the moment, and my parents seem
to me in quite an irrational state of mind lately. Jesus Christ (now I
need to go to confession for that and cursing under my breath far too
many times)! I'm so tired of this. The source of my relief at the
moment is Counting Crows's new album and a breeze coming in from my
window, but not for long. I'll be out of this house soon. So much more
to say but my fingers are cramping and my eyes shutting. Night.

<i>Today for you, tomorrow for me, baby, I promise.</i>

Sent from my iPod

Video, HILRAIOUS

Miss Witko Gave a presentation, and it was hilarious, but it was meant to be. Check it out if you're bored, best time is about ...well, when the cyclops gets his eye out. About 4:00 in. But she was really good. Witko is AWESOME!!!

Lonely As You!

The swells done. This week has finally turned into a somewhat reasonable one. So how are y'all? I had quite an excellent week. I'm sick of being stuck at home, I miss hanging out with my friends. Soon, people. Especially you. Sorry Christian, I don't mean to tell you I can't hang like 3 times in one week. Really. As soon as I'm free, we'll bowl or somethin'. Oh, yeah, and Michelle, we will too, so I can school you at GH3. Ohh yeahhh, meanwhile, buck up, my friend.

-When you walk by, yeah, I'm lookin' at you sweetie.-

Don't mind the random thoughts separating...uhhh...thoughts. I'd rather treat this as my journal, than be literarily-correct by using paragraphs and such. Maybe those thoughts actually apply to something true in my life. Hint: They most likely do. But what could they imply? Nothing, I promise.

-'Cuz I'm just wonderin' what's going on, hoping that I'm not the only one.-

So I'm sitting here in my house cozily with Rocky on my lap, yawning, and once in a while farting, but it's all good. Friday Night Lights is on pause behind me, Lost will be on in a few. Ahaha, I'm like addicted to these TV shows. This new math is awesome. This week, nearly everything fell into place. All but two things, which reminds me...Chiara, Meghan, all my friends that read this, gimme a holler, please? Am I losing you guys? People? Anyone? I've made, well if I count, somewhere between 10-15 new good friends this year, which is really great, but you guys come first, always. One's on the border. I think he'll tip over soon, haha. Wellllll anywayy, we get to start swimming on Monday. I'm actually excited for this one, though today I descovered another passion. Tennis. I think I'll try the tennis team next year, IF AND ONLY IF I can get lessons from that guy. Yeah, he's scary, but he was the one that insisted I join the tennis team. How...interesting. Now even Ms. Matteson asked me. I pray to the good lord that word doesn't reach the real tennis coach, Filingeri. Last thing I need is her half-butchered French chasing after me. That, and I'll be taking French along with Spanish next year. I swear, I'll file a freakin' restraining order. Aucune madame, je ne sais pas comment jouer au tennis.

-With the windblown hair, colors of the sandy Santorini Gabriela but oh, so much more desirable.-

I feel like I say this all the time, but I realize more and more every day how my life revolves around music. I don't just listen to it, I come home, I play it, it's like, just...amazing. I write songs now, I'm just....alright, I'm shutting up now. I wanted to say I was messin around with chords today and I was able to make a pretty damned good "song." It was like 30 seconds long, so not much of a song. It's still cool though. My songs = my moods. Well I'm gonna go. I'll catch up with you guys later. Remember, Chiara, Meghan, any other friends that read this, holler out to me, please? Am I losing you? =\

Here it comes to wash away the sins of you and I

I spent nearly all day in the hospital, making sure I was there for my mother who was getting a cholcystectomy done today. (For those of you that don't know, that means gallbladder removal.) You see, she had many polyps (sorta like a tumor, but benign.) Usually, the doctor just asks you to come in for check-ups every six months or so to keep an eye on them and their possible malignancy. Well, my mom's doctor recommended removing her gallbladder, as she has too many polyps to accurately keep track of. She agreed, and they performed the procedure around noon. (I had gotten to the hospital around 9:50 for admission and such.) Since my mom also happens to work at this same hospital, an innumerable amount of co-workers came to wish her well, and an innumerable amount of co-workers confused her for my mother (including the doctor, that said -Sorry, something interrupted me. I might finish this later.