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(no subject) [Jul. 14th, 2006|12:32 pm]
there is obviously something wrong with you. and im sorry.
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(no subject) [Jun. 1st, 2006|11:53 am]
Your Personality Is Like Acid

A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict.
One moment you're in your own little happy universe...
And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!
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frogs are cool [Apr. 27th, 2006|02:53 pm]
Yo fool.

Woo. Prom is wicked soon, and I am excited. I still have to get shoes and stuff though. Im going to the mall friday to get all that stuff, and to get a digital camera with my birthday money.

Ice Cream Factory tonight. Sweet.

Im kinda hyper, and hungry. Im out . Peace. . .
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(no subject) [Apr. 11th, 2006|10:48 pm]
pour some sugar on me.
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(no subject) [Mar. 12th, 2006|08:26 pm]
[mood |contentcontent]
[music |Oh I think they Like Me]

Today was pretty nice. Not too stressful or anything. I had a short shift at work, and after work I watched Zathura with Ty. Its a pretty decent movie, sorta like Jumanji. Anyways, I enjoyed it.

Friday night I went up to Wachusett, which I haven't done in a while. It was erotic & amazing. I've been waiting all season to shred in a t-shirt, and I got my chance on Friday. Bev, Meghan, and Melissa joined me. We left the mountain early and went to see The Hills Have Eyes.  It was ridicoulsy good. The first truely scary movie out in a while. It was a little bloody, but good. Bev ended up sleeping over on Friday, cuz she was scuurred. And ha, during the entire movie ... Bev would get scared and close her eyes, and then 10 seconds later would be like "Jess what happend?" and I was gettting sooo mad. It was good.

Bev left @ 7 in the morning on Saturday to go to work. I got up around nine and had breakfast and stuff. Velma's parents were over to help my dad urathian the trim for above the garage and stuff. I went by myself to meet with Carol at 12. I got a little bit lost, and started getting nervous and crying. I fucking hate that, I can't help it, I get wicked nervous when I am going somewhere I dont know by myself. And then I got pissed at Velma and was like "why couldn't you just come with me." Anyways I met with Carol, we talked and stuff, plan a time for her to meet with Velma and my Dad. Without me this time, because I'd rather not be there, or they would I told Carol how they were retarded. They would probably feel threatened as a parent or something. Hopefully they dont think Carols telling them they suck. But whatev.

I worked four to ten Saturday night, and then I picked Ashley up at work. We listened to Mike Jones and Sean Paul the entire way to my moms. We got there and I had to shit wicked bad so I ran in the house. Ha. My Mom had a fire going out back, and a couple friends over. They were all pretty sober and low. Ash had some nice products and we enjoyed it. Jose was over and we all chilled. Then it started to get late and I was tired so we went to bed. Ashley slept on Ashleys mattress. Wierd. Word. Yeah.

My cat scratched me and my lip. And know I need chapstick or else it hurts. And I need to go to bed in T-minus 3 minutes so good night.

Long day tommorow. I hope I survive, and its almost Meghans birthday. YEYYYY. Bye.

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(no subject) [Mar. 8th, 2006|03:18 pm]
yey. im about to leave for work. but ill update this asap. i promise.

peace homies.
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(no subject) [Mar. 4th, 2006|02:34 pm]
ugh. this week was alright. got my wisdom teeth out yesterday. which sucked. they pills they gave me to calm me down before surgery didn't work, and i freaked up when they gave me the iv. then i wouldnt wake up so they have to give me some more shit. finally i woke up having a panic attack. which was wicked fucked up. cuz when you freak out like that it makes your heart rate go up and your blood pressure... so my mouth just kept bleeding. and i wasnt even half awake. i jsut remember they like had me breath in a paper bag...which doesnt fucking work idiots...cuz yeah...i need someobdy to help me calm down. finaly they brought velma in and i woke up completely and she helped me stop shaking and shit.

anyways. it was retarded. i dont even remember like driving home....when i think about it now. meg,bev and taylor brought me ice cream and some movies. and then kim came over and we watched a movie.

velma went to a birthday party for dale today...and ive been just laying in bed watching tv. anyways. im gonna go get some beans to put on my face cuz it hurts. so peace out homeies.
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(no subject) [Feb. 9th, 2006|09:24 pm]
what happend.

tuesday i got called down to the police officers office to talk with her. it is truely neccesary for her to carry 2 guns in a school building. anyways. so asked me if i had my cell phone on my, and i said i didn't believe so. then she asked me if my cell number was 501-0913. it is, but i said i didn't think so. then she asked me again if i had my cell, and i pretended to check my purse and then said no.

they rest of the school day i was wicked freaked out. school ended, and i went to detention. i finished detention at like 2:40 and headed to work. i had my phone silent all day, so i didn't no i have messages and stuff. i decided to check my voice mail and stuff, and saw that my dad had called me five times. my dad left me a message and was like "jess dont call mr.martin anymore. he wants to press charges. call me when you get out of detention."

So eventually i called my dad, and he was fairly calm. reasoning being he was at work so he couldnt freak out. he asked me if i called him and i was like yeah....and we talked about it for a little while or whatever and then he had to go. he said we would talk about that and something else when i got home.

so the entire time at work i was wicked nervous to go home, because i knew my dad was going to completely exploded when we talked. i left work @ 6. drove home. got there before my dad, and sat in my bedroom. my dad got home, and velma told me to go out and eat dinner. i went out, ate, and we didnt talk to each other. then velma was like who's mr. martin. and i explained all that shiz nizzle and stuff. we got into a huge fight. and ofcourse they started blaming my for the talk becoming a fight. eventhough that wasnt neccasirily the case. my dad got wicked pissed and started slamming on the breakfast table and yelling. i got wicked pissed off cuz they wouldnt let me say anything. and he would keep yelling so i ran into my room and started freaking out.i had a panic attack and stuff. it lasted about 10 minutes until they heard my hyperventilating and velma came in and was like are you okay. finally i stopped freaking out after 5 minutes and they were like you need to go to the hospital, cuz i hurt my arm. i didn't wanna go cuz i have this fear about it, and i was begging them not to. and i wouldnt move. they said if i didnt go they were gonna call a hospital , so velma put my shoes on and i left with my dad. we got the hospital around 8. there was a ton of people there and shit. we didnt get into a room until 11. i met with the nurse and she took all my clothes and stuff. and then eventually a doctor came in to check my physically. then they said i had to wait for the clinitician to get there to talk to me. they said she would be there around 1 or 2 in the morning. 1 went by, and then 2, and so on. i fell asleep eventually. i woke up around 8, and they said she would be there in a couple hours. she got there around 9 and i talked with her for about 45 minutes. then my ddad talked with her for a little while. her name was kathy, and she was a social worker. she was extremely nice, and helped my out alot. she talked with my dad about school, work, college, and shit.

my dad took the rest of the day off from work and velma,him and me talked for a little while when we got home. they said that i needed to start working less and that they would help me pay my bills. they also said that they would give becker college a chance. i think they are really gonna change this time, for permanent. not for 2 weeks, like it always happens. kathy set me up with a therapist in fitchburg. i am meeting her friday at 1. if i like her, and im gonna stay with her, and if not we are gonna look for somebody else. i hope she works out thou gh...

anyways. im quite pleased with the results of this incident. they were well needed. and i truely believe that things are gonna change for ever this time. hopefully. and my dad actually tells me he loves me now. and velma isnt nagging on me about every little thing. its sooo much less stressful. i just couldnt take it anymore. i was getting headaches everyday and shit..

but its all better now. thank god. anyways i need to sleep and shit . good night.
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(no subject) [Feb. 3rd, 2006|09:40 pm]
ugh. headache. cool.

tonight was cute. myself, tayla, taylor and meghan went to see When a stranger calls. it was wack. then....meghan left and we drove around doing the ghetto drive. there was this kid with funky eyebrows...that we kept driving by and doing the ghetto head thing too. and then tayla was liike....wanna go to masons. and he came to mason.s. we played pool. i didn't wanna be rude, and tayla and taylor just left me hanging there. then the kid asked me for my number and i was like oh im sorry i have a boyfriend.

even though i dont.

but it would be cool and i just happend to find a special someone sometime in the near future.

anyways. my fucking head hurts wicked bad. tommorow. work seven to twelve. hampton to find a house. then roll on . hells yeah. and then sleeping over taylors house i think....?/

fun fun.
okay peace
tits for tots.

shocker waht.
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(no subject) [Feb. 2nd, 2006|06:59 pm]
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