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Name: Jessica †
Gender: Female
Interests: I'm not very interesting. I spend most of my time either on the computer, reading, writing, singing, dancing and the usual blarney. My guitar, Purple, has been recently neglected for the past few months. There is just not much time for me to even consider playing it. I can play clarinet, but I sold it in seventh grade. Everything else about me is just a mystery and I'd like to keep it that way.
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Member Since:
10/28/2008
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As I entered a hallway with thousands of doors, each decorated in strange patterns, the lights went out. I tried to breathe but I was suffocating, falling into a dark abyss of torture. A voice said, "Alice...Alice...come to me Alice." and that's when I realized, I had turned into Alice. However, my personal wonderland was filled with all sorts of odd trinkets. I recall a diary that showed different scenes of my 'life' with every flick of a page.
There was laughter, sadness, screaming and a lot of sobbing. I turned away from this diary and saw a carousel. It was colored in red, blue and yellow swirls with diamonds in the center of it. The diamonds wailed, causing me to go temporarily deaf. I fell, again, to a bare hallway with no doors and no sounds. Nothingness.
I just blogged about my scariest nightmare to enter The Uninvited Scariest Nightmare Contest for 1,000 credits. You can earn free credits too! Brought to you by The Uninvited - In Theaters January 30th. | | |
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 ( I am the Chosen One. )   Now that I got that discussion out of the way, let me talk about my life. I'm sure most of you really don't care but I do, so if you'd rather munch on Cheetos and watch Batman, I would understand. Yet that only proves your life is just as interesting as mine so you might as well read on. What have you got to lose, really? Ever since my breakup with John* , my whole sense of self collapsed. I suffered a depression and felt like an emotional car wreck. I cried at almost anything, even a balloon for Poe's sake! Speaking of Poe, I recently purchased [my step-mother recently purchased] his entire works for me. It is really amazing how one book can take you through a journey of sickness, woe and utter insanity. He may be dead but he still inspires me to write what I want and not care what people say. Edgar was obviously an ill man but he had a beautiful mind. That's the same with Shakespeare as well, I mean Hamlet is enough to infer that he's a bit off the wall. In reality, I think everyone has a bit of loony-ness in them. When I talk about looney-ness I'm referring to Luna Lovegood. ;) I read Wuthering Heights for the second time this year and have concluded two things. One; Emily Bronte is a genius and Two; Snape is almost exactly like Heathcliff. Forgive me but the resemblance is uncanny. Another thing is, I actually understood it this time. I understood it much better than Beowulf. Maybe because I don't like Beowulf. How did I get on the subject on books again? Most likely because books are really the only way to teleport yourself from reality. I don't feel like typing anymore at the moment,so, this will be continued later. It will be longer than an essay, I kid you not. * Not his real name.
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| went to the store and got some groceries today. i don't like to shop for food much anymore because I get so damned tired after walking for fifteen minutes. it's pathetic but i have to live with it. i got some of that v8 fusion, cookies (80 calories for one so i'm in the green zone), the Lipton diet green tea with berry, those vanilla sticks that pringles just got out and, the last thing that I remember (lol), some strawberries. as usual no fattening ' i want to stuff my face with' sugary goodness. i did have to have some candy yesterday but they were those little mini bite size versions. yeah, so enough about food.   
yesterday i went to the mall for some shopping because i was bored out of my mind after school. so i got a twilight shirt and a paramore bag from hot topic. i love that store because it has really interesting things with very eye-catching colors. i went to super wal-mart today for groceries and a coat. i really like this one. it's navy blue with big buttons down the front and is very soft. i tried to find some belts but none of them fit me. seriously... i was like panicking. my hips are just as big as they would be even if i lost weight. i can feel the bones right where they meet my skin. i need one because my pants are always falling down and no that is not funny. ;) but i ended up not getting one, anyway. i got frustrated and headed right towards the shirts. typical me. only three days until the election and only three days until my drivers test. so i better remember to paralell park the correct way and not somehow go back to the wrong way. it really is starting to hit me and i've decided that i just want to get it over with, deal or no deal. even if there aren't any deals at all. so enough of my rambling. i need to get to sleep in order to wake up and force myself to clean this room. i guarantee that after it's complete, i'll be taking even more advil for the pain. you know, because i just can't get enough pain. no pain no gain. ok, bye. | | |
| yesterday, October 30th. oh yes, my new xanga. isn't it lovely? i feel so damn depressed now.  only 1 friend talks to me, the other just ignores me. what did i do to her? nothing. that's not the only thing i'm depressed about, but there's no use talking about it. it is what it is. not like i can change it. --- Happy Halloween! I can't wait to scare the little kiddies with my "jigsaw" mask. Itll be hilarious. ;) No I am not going to scare little kids; I'd feel bad afterwards. That's just how I am. HOWEVER I am going to wear it when giving out candy. Unless they freak out and start running in no particular direction with their parents looking at me like it was my fault and running after him to find that he had taken cover under a thorny bush. Wow. Long sentence, eh? No I am not canadian but I just went on vacation to Niagra Falls. I am so used to the "eh?" at the end of a question that I have adopted it myself. I don't care if people look at me in a wtf expression.
Anyway, I'll update today on "Why Psychopaths Become Psychopaths." It'll be my personal opinion sprinkled with facts and other peoples icening'd theories. Not sure if I spelled icening right. 
( A picture my mom took of the American Falls. ) | | |
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