Last night: I shook hands with a stripper. (read to the tune of "I'm in love with a stripper")

Last night was insane! I went to a bar with my floor. The fake my friend lent me worked and I was so excited! We all sat together and chilled. Apparently I might be living with all the guys from my floor. I'll have to share a room with my friend, but that's cool with me.

After the bar we went to a strip club. It was pretty lame. I though it would have been raunchy and sexy... nope. Just girls dancing half nude. Sorta expected. Whatever. I met a creepy old guy outside after who said I was hot and then fell into the street. That was my only action for the night. I hope he got home safe.

Anyways, it was a once in a lifetime experience. Like Disneyland with all of its creepers and stupid fun, but with more illegal activity and nudity.

Ray-Bans!

UPDATE! I am now a proud owner of ray-ban wayfarers!

Woo! I had to wait two years, but now I finally have them!

Back Here Again

I find I always write on my blog when I'm completely messed. I've been lucky lately. I've had many people to talk to and things to keep my mind occupied. But, here I am. Back again to my teenage angst filled blog posts. Now, I feel more like my old teenage self than ever.

WHAT MAKES ME A BITCHY TEEN:

1. I'm slowly building myself up to a stress induced death.
2. I'm going to cry myself a river! (I'm pretty goddamn dramatic)
3. I'm an awful human being once again.
4. I'm starting to like being alone.
5. Jumping off a bridge is looking perrrty fine!

So here's a poem. A depressing, sad, embarrassing, gay ass poem. But fuck, right now I have to talk to someone. Even the internet folk. You've always been there for me when I feel like spilling some shitty thoughts. So thank you for probably not reading my blog... because I know the kind of shit you're into... when you're googling Jessica (omg so many naked pics)!

Oh That FEEELIN'!

What AWESOME feelings that feeling brings
when you give your heart away.
But complications arise
that feeling dies.
and you're fucked and left astray.

You forget about that feeling,
it no longer has a name
and all you can remember - is what it all became.
The happiness was forced, the anger too real
and those feelings overpowered the feelings
you should feel.

So how do you know when the end is real?
Was last week, the last time
You would feel?

Is it over now, it's not clear?
Cause it sure as hell didn't end with a slamming door.
Because why should I fight for you,
if you don't want me anymore?

Radical Face: Wrapped in Piano Strings, and Others

Just a short post, but very important nonetheless. If you're looking for some awesome indie tunes, make sure to check out Radical Face.( http://www.myspace.com/radicalface) *Fav song: Wrapped in Piano Strings. Thanks to Adam for the referral!

Also, some other really cool artists:

Chad VanGaalen, check out his album Skelliconnection for some cool Alternative beats.
(http://www.myspace.com/chadvangaalen)

Kaiser Chiefs are key when it come to sweet UK music, but if you haven't enjoyed their music in the past, take a look: (http://www.myspace.com/kaiserchiefs)

Lastly, if you feel like some vintage French sexy music, try some Edith Piaf.

Vegetarians and Nothing

I walked in on my Dad when he was watching The Prestige with Christian Bale. Being the stalker that I am, I decided to look him up on wikipedia. It said that he fights for animals rights. That got my heart beating fast! So, I checked it on Google... he's veg!! OMG I'm in love all over again! I'm so surprised because I hadn't realized that many other famous people are also veg...for example, Albert Einstein, Leonardo Da Vinci, Mark Twain, Isaac Newton, Vincent Van Gogh, Johnny Cash, Bob Barker, Brad Pitt, Robert Redford and of course, Christian Bale. I'm so happy!

I've been doing absolutely nothing for the past week, alternating between flipping through channels, playing final fantasy, watching weird movies and checking my blog, I cannot find that one thing that will engage this constant need to do something. It's as if I'm being chased and I can't do one thing for long or I'll be caught. Is that what school does to you? I guess it' s designed to be a good thing. No more lazy children. Always thinking that they should be doing something productive. The thing is, I never want to get a fucking job. Sure, it'll be fine for the first month, but after that, I'll be stressed and pissed at "the Man." It's like I can't see my future. I have no dreams. Not anymore. I'm just sitting, I'm alone, the way I made myself, with this annoying voice screaming in my ear, telling me that I have to do something with my life. Telling me, that no matter what I do, I will fail. I'm going to vomit. My heads is pounding, blood trying to escape this disaster waiting to happen. The pressure is getting to me. Pressure from where? I'm asking, but who will answer? Questions are so fucking easy. So easy to ask. But, why ask questions when you don't expect an answer? I'm trapped in this shit, in this steaming pile of shit the world is made of. God, what the hell am I talking about. My life is awesome. Life is beautiful. Do I really believe that? Questions. questions, questions. And more god damned questions. I'm laughing at myself. Are you laughing at me. You can lie if you want. It's OK. I can't hear you. A least you'll be doing something. Filling your life with something. Mine echo. My empty laughs. I'm empty. Emptiness is only comforting when you know that someday it will be filled.

Christian Bale

He's sexy

That's all I have to say about that!