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Name: jessica
Birthday: 11/28/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: music (playing/singing/listening), art of all kinds, the great outdoors, thinking, dance dance revolution, fruits and vegetables, traveling, making things. also, my background pic is from explodingdog.com.
Occupation: Artist
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AIM:  hottchickk1000
MSN: ask me.
Member Since:
12/2/2003
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| in general, life here in lincoln is the best ever. i've met lots of cool people, karen and i are about to move into a two-bedroom house of awesome, my job is super fun, i've just got a second job at homer's, and, yeah. good stuff. but i still feel pretty lame sometimes, you know? that stupid old lame feeling. and there are things in my head that i just am not sure how to feel about. too many things to ponder. it's exhausting, all that pondering. i'm about pondered to death. ugh ugh ugh.
and i made cookies today, and they're sort of lame, too. lamelamelame. and yesterday, i was just out of the shower, still in a towel, when my landlord showed up with two people, and was all, "oh....you didn't get my message? about showing the apartment?" and, just now, his lackey bill came over to show the house and was all, " oh, did you get the message? no? can i show the apartment now?" and i was just not feeling like being accomodating. so, yeah, that would be a little inconvenient for me. i'm busy sitting on my butt feeling lame, listening to music, and pondering. i can't really leave the house for you right now.
ryan and i saw the edith piaf movie the other day. marion cotillard is the shit--really, she does an incredible job. but the movie sucks. also, even though cotillard does a good job, i think maybe that she doesn't actually do a good job being edith piaf. this opinion of mine is strongly supported by a few youtube clips i watched of edith piaf singing, mind you. comparatively, cotillard's piaf is kind of cartoony when she's singing. still, she's great. i don't know. i don't know what i'm saying. but i will say that the way the movie jumps all over the timeline of piaf's life is confusing, and full of holes that are confusing. could have been done better, is what i'm saying. i think.
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| i ran eight miles today. i am awesome. seriously, i am in awe of myself. the most i did last summer was exactly half of that, and at the time i felt pretty good. it's to the point where the amount of miles i'm running is so much more than i would have thought i could ever do that i kind of don't believe i've actually done it. there is no way you could really prove to me i ran that much. but i guess i'll just go on and believe it, because, hey, i guess i am capable of reaching goals. that's refreshing.
i don't know how to live, really. as i've told a friend recently, i feel ill-equipped to run a life. i'm not qualified. i mean, no one really is, but i feel like i make it so hard. ugh. | | |
| i got a job at oso,
made some awesome cookies,
and cleaned my room.
not a lot of big stuff, but i'm feeling pretty good.
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| friday had all the makings of an average day in the life of yours truly. slept in, dinked around the house, and then moved on downtown to hang out at the mill and read/people watch on the dock for a couple of hours before work. i had, according to my cell, received a call from my place of employment at about 8:30 that morning, and figured they'd maybe made an attempt to get me to open last-minute, like i'd had to do the day before (which irritated me a whole bunch since i had an evening shift already. who wants to work two shifts at one place in one day? ew.). so, as i was standing in line, a guy who works at the mill (and also happens to be a regular at the restaurant) came over to me, arms in a frozen shrug, and said, "they're closed." i said, "huh?" and he said, "arturo's. they're closed." to which i looked at him quizzically, and said, "closed? what..." and he said, "like, CLOSED closed." and i said, "...wait.....WHAT?" "yeah, we went over there for lunch, and the sign in the window says they've closed. we couldn't see anyone inside." "...but...wait...WHAT? i'm working there in, like, two hours. i'm just coming here before my shift. WHAT?" so i abandoned my spot in line and walked down the block and around the corner to arturo's, where i had just worked a shift less than twenty-four hours ago, to find that the five 2-300 pound concrete tables on the patio were gone. mouth agape, i went up to the windows, where a letter typed by my boss was posted in the window. yada yada yada..."after 46 years, it is with immeasurable sadness that we close our doors." WHAT? but i thought i was working in two hours! you didn't even leave a voicemail!
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| i could get lost reading the best of craigslist for hours. HOURS, i say.
i sort of want to marry this poster...
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