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You are Lucille Ball! You are an amazing, charming, charasmatic women who makes everybody laugh! You lock people under your spell, and they are enchanted by you. You are a beautiful, classy comedian.

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Faulty: Send in for Repairs

I'm Proud
Stubborn
Critical
Jealous
Morally Weak
Unsure
Competitive
I Procrastinate
I'm Fake
Vain
Ego-Centric
Spiteful
Judgmental
Untrusting
Untrustworthy
Conniving
Two-Faced

TELL ME!

Tell me I'm a Diva
Tell me I'm a Bitch
Please...Please
Tell me I'm stuck in my own little world

Because I am.
I am.
I am.

Stuck...
I can't help you, and it's eating me up inside.

Everytime eh?

Your True Birth Month Is January

Loyal Social Logical Easily jealous Loves children Rather reserved Highly attentive Likes to criticize Needs close friends Ambitious and serious Smart, neat and organized Hardworking and productive Loves to teach and be taught Quiet unless excited or tensed Sensitive and has deep thoughts Knows how to make others happy Searches for the greatest romance Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds Romantic but has difficulties expressing love Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses

What's Your True Birth Month?

Funniest Freaking Messages EVER

I was on my death bed Saturday night so I was unable to get up and find my phone even though I heard it ring, and then it died...Sousa and Jenesse I am so sorry. So anyway, Sousa left a bunch of messages on my phone... I thought I was going to die. lol

9:47 p.m.

Jessamyn you disapoint me that was the most boring answering machine ever! okay. call jenesse's phone back because my phone is in my pants and I have a hot beverage inbetween my leeeggs. hahaha anyways Jessy. call me back even if you're at homecoming okay. okay? call me back!

9:53 p.m.

JESSAMMYYYNNN I apologize. you're anwering machine is more entertaining than when I first called I wasn't really listening the first time- Jenesse! ...Jenesse is snorting hot caramel apple cider..but uh Jessamyn I noticed that your phone went straight to answering machine so you better be talking to somebody or else I'll be...supremely disapointed...

9:57 p.m.

Jessy. Jessy! I know you're there. I know you're there okay? alright. stop playing games okay? stop playing games with me. you know why? because playing games with me insults my intelligence, and that makes me very angry.

10:05 p.m.

You turned your phone off didn't you? I know your tricks, okay? I know your tricks it's not lost...it's not lost don't- don't even try that one. Uou turned your phone off you know right where it is and you know right how it is...it's off isn't it? you and I both know the truth now.

10:54 p.m.

Jessy...damn you to hell...

In each message I could hear jenesse laughing in the background. It was HIIIILLARIOUS.

On Being Burned, And Living Through It: Have a Little Faith.

High School is about making mistakes...

It's about deciding to sluff class and feeling the reprocussions later.
It's about going out with guys that ones parents might not approve of.
It's about testing out new possibilities, limits and boundaries.

In my years of High School I've done all of these things...each having drastic consequences to my social and emotional state. both postitive and negative. Yes, I dated Chase Brown. He's kind of a jack-ass, but he's a jack-ass that I care a great deal about... and I still consider him a friend.

Yes, I sluffed classes my junior year. This decision in hindsight was both stupid and enlightening. Stupid because now I have to make up a term of Honors English before I can graduate, Enlightening because I've learned just how amazing a single human can be when put under severe amounts of pressure, and that my friends are the funniest most intelligent people I've ever met.

I have been burned pretty bad when it comes to the relationsips portion of my adolescent years... but whenever I start to feel bad for myself I just take a minute and think objectively about my entire situation (a trick that I learned while sluffing class by the way), and I realise that it's not so bad, in comparison to others' experiences it was actually pretty smooth sailing.

So please, parents... before you condemn a child for a wrong decision, remember your own High School years, when you made dumb decisions and got hurt. Remember how much you learned from that experience, and think about how it's made you the person you are today... We love you. We really do, we just need a little freedom to do what we're supposed to do, and that is to stumble along the path to enlightenment.

The little boy looked deeply into the flames of the fire before him, his mother's words repeating in his mind, "Don't touch the fire, you'll be burned..." He believed his mother of course, but there was just something so intriguing about the way the flames licked desperately at the air, stuggling to escape the confines of it's own fiery existance... It made you want to reach out, just once... "Don't touch the fire, you'll be burned...."

But sometimes we have to feel the burn for ourselves.

Who Would Be Jealous Then Of Such A One...

You take the breath right out of me
and left a hole where my heart should be
you gotta fight just to make it through
...'cause I will be the death of you

It's not that bad.
It really isn't.
It just feels that way, y'know?

I'm jealous is what it is.

That's exactly it.
That's the problem,
That I'm just jealous.

He talks to her.

Day?
Bad.
Oh?
You?
Not Done.
Yes.

He talks to her.

Cliches...Contradictions...Confusions...Chaos I tell you!

There is both so much, and absolutely nothing to say.

This is where Abmiguities come into play...

Should I make them whimsical? or, heaven help me, woeful?

Riddles and Rhymes to keep you guessing why my mind's full...

Summer Nationals '06

I'll post more later. Enjoy... or not, you know whatever.Yeah, I'm all cool and stuff...Me and Michelle Dowdle. I can't remember if I was angry or happy in this picture because you can't see my face....hahaha.This is the Team Bout against...I want to say Seattle...? Well whoever they were, we completely dominated.... I'm just this side of anxious. hahaha.I love my Coach. She's so cool...And Scott is my hero.They had to check our weapons to make sure we didn't cheat... heh heh heh...

It's Own Excuse For Being...

Forgiveness and Trust.
Empathy and Passion.
Security and Honesty.

All in a moment.

Freakin' Crap

My parents... are aruging over Brett.

...I find the situation hilarious.

So, We've Reached An Unlikely Accord...

In an unlikely way.

With unlikely circumstances.

Yet, it's unlikeliness is marked
by doubt in my Mind, I expected This...

1:00

Maybe I'm just getting sloppy,
Or maybe the fault lies Somewhere,
Somewhere else.

Everything shines in a new light now.
It's all up to me now...
But that isn't too bad.

Perhaps in the tattoo of my heart?
Maybe in the Hands of God?
God, it might be both.

All that's tangible is gone now.
It's all up to me now...
But that isn't too bad.

12:00

If I had to
I would put myself right beside you
So let me ask
Would you like that?
Would you like that?

And I don't mind
If you say this love is the last time
So now I'll ask
Do you like that?
Do you like that?

NO!!

Something's getting in the way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
So tell me how it should be

Try to find out what makes you tick
As I lie down
Sore and sick
Do you like that?
Do you like that?

There's a fine line between love and hate
And I don't mind
Just let me say that I like that
I like that

Something's getting in the way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
As I burn another page
As I look the other way
I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane
So tell me how it should be

Desperate, I will crawl
Waiting for so long
No love, there is no love
Die for anyone
What have I become

Something's getting in the way
Something's just about to break
I will try to find my place in the diary of Jane
As I burn another page
As I look the other way
I still try to find my place
In the diary of Jane...

11:00

I know a girl...
She puts the color inside of my world
but she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change

And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hands
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me

Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Ooh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
cleaning up the mess he made

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

Boys, you can break
You find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart

On behalf of every man
looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world

So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too
So mothers be good to your daughters, too.

10:00

On me, pressure pushing,
pressing almost pleading.
Relent
Submit
Yield
Are there more options?
Because...
In Truth, I'd rather not.

Still.

Horrah!

So, many many things have happened this past week.

I made both Les Miserables as wedding guest number 2 (yay), and Shakespeare Team as a monologue (Constance, King John). I'm kind of miffed that Emily gets to do the Katherine monologue from King Henry, because that is such a good monolouge, but I'm also happy that she gets to compete with it because she deserves it.

Almost everybody was together again for the first time in like...3 months. There's still some animosity there that might never go away, but at least some people are actually doing something about it.

My phone rang at midnight last night. I flipped it open to see who was calling and it said 'Kendall.' hahaha. I didn't want to answer because I was waaaayy sleepy so I just silenced my ringer and went back to sleep. When I woke up this morning I checked my call history and...dun dun DUN...Kendall never called. How messed up is that??

I'm sleepy. I'm just rambling.

My Pet Peeve:

YOU ALL FREAKING SOUND THE SAME!

all the time...
just the same.

exactly the same.
like...
silent movie actresses.
all country music.
most 'main-hallers'

just like him.
just like him.
just like him.