Eight Simple Words

My bump thing went away!! On my eye...Do you all remember it? I certainly do, apparantly, it was just a hive. No harm done.

Today went well. I sat up, dazed and confused, bleeding in a cornfield, a humming becoming more and more distant as I sat. And then I woke up to the ringing of my alarm clock...dazed and confused, wondering how I turn off the noise. Don't worry, I did. And then I went into the bathroom and put my hand on the shower wall. Dry. Father was still home. He's late for work now. Not good. I get dressed, as I am clever enough to get my hygene quota in for the day...at night.

So, morning went bynicely. Had a bit of Honey Nut Toasted Oat things in my yogurt....talk about yummy. It looks super gross on tv, and in person, but it tastes pretty awesome. So, I went to my learning facility, had some fun in the Band, and the Homeroom and the first period which ended up being a study hall. A bunch of other periods in between, and then the best part of my day. I went home! It was amazing.

I came home, and went right up stairs. Did some math, fiddled with some things online and watched TV until 6. I realized, upon the clock striking seven, that there, in fact, was nothing on. So, I said 'this is pointless' and went downstairs. I did nothing downstairs. So, I went back to my room, where I sit now, and decided to find the newest show on NBC, The Black Donnellys. It's amazing. It airs on Mondays, at 10 o'clock. See, I missed it Monday, so I looked it up on NBC and watched it.

I've already got two personal favorites, and one that I think needs to do better things in his future. It's about the Irish and Italian people in...New York...Yes, that's it. Gangs and blood feuds...Lots of fun. Great show. With saying that, I'll leave you....

With these simple eight words;
Those aren't the bodies we were talking about.

Bump

I had tons-o-fun with Onyx yesterday. I went over Onyx's house, and we had a jolly good time, we did. Went for a coffee run with Wyoming around 9-something. She popped out and scared us because Onyx had done it to her the previous night. I heard the story, it was funny. So, I got the wrong coffee...got a bit suck, and totally realized that I need to buy myself Dance-Dance-Revolution (DDR) and practice bigtime, because Wyoming is a DDR Master! Crazyness, really it is. So, I totally suck at DDR and I am not afraid to admit it...

Anyway, later that night, after my stoamch cooled itself off -back at Onyx's house- ONyx and I watched A Scanner Darkly, and I am happy to say, that it is now on my 'Movies I Want' list. I'll upload a picture some time, so you can all see what movies I don't own yet. So, I went to sleep, and then woke up had some grilled cheese and macaroni and cheese...What? Two different cheese types within a ten minute period is bad? Psh, please.

Then after a while I came home and watched a couple movies...ate dinner...and then I went to take out my contacts. Well, I noticed there was something strange on my left eyelid...There's a bump...Looks like a mosquito bite, sort of...Mother said it was a hive, or a stye...But I don't know...I'm going to have it checked out tomorrow, I'll keep you all updated....

Wow-ee

I haven't posted in a while...kinda makes you feel neglected, doesn't it? I didn't mean to, honest. I wanted to tell you guys all the happenings over here in Jereality-land, but I've been so busy, and sick.... Yep, I got sick on Valentine's Day and it hasn't gotten better yet. I have this terrible cough, and my nose is running off of my face...I don't know if I've told you all that yet. But it's true.

So, today, I had a good day, except for the fact that Sibling got me angry within the first waking moments of my day. I haven't really gotten over it, seeing as she's gotten on my nerves all day. But hey, what're Siblings supposed to do? Anyway, I saw another movie today, Saw III. It was pretty good. Nice twist that I saw coming....All in all, I give it a seven out of ten....because it's not really my favorite genre, and I think they could've shot it a better way. Once again, just my opinion....Anyway, I watched that and then came right up to my room to tell you all. So, here I am! -insert crazy dance here-

And now I have to leave...Read a book, good book. I'll tell you how it is once I finish it.

Yep, so until then,

Keep Gum Wrappers Close To Your Heart,

-Jereality

So Warm And Comfy

If the above statement is true, congratulations! If, like most people I know, the above title is completely false, and you wish to bite my head off for even producing the thought of warmth, I feel the same. Like most of us in my area, we experienced a bit of snow last night, and into this morning. On a not-so-productive note, my education facility had a 2-hour delay which then turned into a 'snow-day', meaning that I was off today. Which was wonderufl, since I almost had a stroke when I woke up nd saw that it was 8 o'clock. Sibling had written a note, and stuck it on the bathroom door. Looked a little something like this...
Actually, it looked alot like this, seeing as this is that note she had taped up on our bathroom door. Anyway, after we realized that we had off today, Father, Sibling and I watched a movie we got from Netflix called House of Sand And Fog. One, the movie had nothing to do with sand or fog, but of an angry woman whose house was wrongfully repossesed by the state, and auctioned to an exiled family from Iran. Very sand for the Iran exiles, and it also made me want to reach into the tv to grab the crazed angry woman, and slap her across the face with my flaming blue converse shoes.

Lots of fun there, I tell you what. So, after that, I did some dishes, and played Final Fantasy XII. No, not 'ten-two' as many people may think, but twelve....It's prety good so far, and all I've done so far is kill some guards, some sewer rats, a couple hyenas, some wolves, and I've battled Terexa? Thertex? Whatever, some big wolf thing...I've battled it at least three times...because apparantly, being on level two this far in the game is frowned upon, and pitting me in battle with a giant wolf with two cronies is payback. Oh well....

Then I went to GGR's house to shovel her driveway. At least three inches of ice on that sucker, and a plastic snow shovel doesn't help with that. So, we got some real shovels, y'know, for gardening, and slammed at the ground for a while. Another not-so-productive thing, consider I only got a 7x3 rectangle cut out. But, I did manage to get a whole Polar bear sized blob of snow from the end of her drive.

Then I walked home with Sibling, 'cause she had to help me. And as we were talking, I realized that my bottom lip didn't exactly form the way I needed it to so I could speak properly. So, as I'm blabbing away, she's giggling, and I'm al 'whbat? whbat ish sho funngeh?' Then she made fun of me for not doubling up on pants, and I said 'well at least I doubbllbed-bup don socks!' So, she promptly gave me her reply, 'meh neh shneh neh neh, SOCKS!'

We had fun walking home....and then I went out to dinner with GGR after she got home. Yep, Me, Sibling and GGR sitting in the Golden Corral, a new buffet down the street from us. Good food, crowded if you go after 6:30pm, and inevitably, given our current 'luck-status', we went 'round 7. So, it was busy, very busy...

And now my throat kills, and tea isn't helping at all, even though it should be...Oh well, I should go to sleep now, see what happens in the life of me tomorrow....Just 'cause it's fun to live through.

Have a good one!
-Jereality

Busy Busy Busy....

This feels like the first time I've actually sat down this whole past three days. It was utter confusion last night, and at least half of my day on Saturday. I do believe I will tell you the story of...The History Project.

On Friday, we were all assigned a project to pick 4-5 things out of the 1920's, and stick them in a book, or a powerpoint. I'm sorry, I phrased that badly, pick 4-5 things out of each year in the decade of the 20's. That's 4-5 things in 1920, 1921....all the way to 1929. So, I picked the book one. I like to pretend I'm creative, and it seemed like the easiest one on the list. No powerpoint problems, no dealing with software that doesn't quite meet up with the software used in my learning facility...Easy, right?

Wrong! In fact, you couldn't be any more wrong, unless of course you said 'no' to the above question...Making you right...Anyway, I looked up some pictures of my topics, which ranged from women first voting, in 1920, to the creation of Popeye, in 1929, and cut them out. Here is where I encountered problem number one. Glue. One word, simple enough...My options, you ask? Wood glue, and fabric glue. Which did I pick? Fabric glue.....because it wasn't hidden. And by 'hidden' I mean not in Sibling's room. So, I sat in my room for a good welve minutes trying to spread this toxin, headache inducing, nasal cavity burning paste onto pices of paper that were two or so inches long.

Let me tell you, that was tons o' fun.

So, I stopped, and ate dinner...which turned out to be breakfast foods...Waffles, pancakes, bacon....orange juice...It was tasty. Then I came back, and looked at the giant mess that was my desk, and almost cried. Actually, no. I didn't almost cry, I almost just decided not to finish and sit on the floor in front of my door...Seriously....It was bad. So, I resisted the urge, and went into my bedroom, sat on my chair, looking at my piles of pictures, and heard a knock. Who could it be? My Father...with gluesticks! Happy me! Happy day! Not so happy gluing....but hey, it was oodles better!

So, I glued all of pictures onto their arranged borders...What? I can't just have a picture glued to a piece of paper for my report, I gave them each different colored construction paper borders...they all look splendid, by the way. Then I glued the pictures to their appropriate year page, and went on my merry way to sleep.

Here comes Sunday!

We went to a Pet Expo, where Mother had heard the day before there were two Bengal tiger cubs. They were there, they were adorable...I got a pamphlet. I might go to Florida over the summer should they have a help out with the animals program, or something...Pretty nifty, if I do say so myself. And I do...

After the expo, we went to Baja Fresh for lunch. I got a 'something-Ultimo' with no rice....Because rice is nas-tay. Except when it's mixed with pork and such other delights found in Pork Fried Rice.

I'm off topic now. Now I'm back. So, I got home and went to go glue some more, and draw some pretty pictures on the topics that were impossible to find on the mysterious interweb. So, I was creative. Yay creative! Then I wrote in all of my words, and consulted with how I should stick all the pages together. 'Punch holes in the sides...and loop 'em up with yarn...' said Mother. Genius...

So, I took our hidden holepunch...Mother found it in the secretary...and looked at the paper. It's too big for that hole punch. So, Father had the genius idea to call Grandmother. So, I call GGR, and ask her if she's got a single hole punch holepuncher. By now, it's 8:50pm. So Father starts to sing.... 'Hold your banner high, High, HIGH! Now it's come to say so long to all our company. M-I-C, see ya real soon, K-E-Y. Why? Because I hafta go to friggen CVS! M-O-O-S-E! Mickey Moose.....

So then, I wait and then Father comes home at 9:20pm, with a new holepunch. One that will, in fact, fit my paper. So, I'm all jazzed, when suddenly, I realize that even though the hole punch fits my paper, it punches through my words. So, I sit there, in a cloud of anger, annoyance, frustration, sleep deprevation....with a bunch of huge paper.

So, Father and I traveled to CVS. That's excursion number three to the same CVS by my dear Father. Once there, we got some plastic sleeves, and a binder...Then we checked out some Valentine's Day cards that sang, and played music. Very fun. Then we went to the counter, and suddenly I was filled with more anxiety. Father had left his wallet at home. So, Mother had to come by and drop it off...Once our items were purchased, I went home, and proceeded to trim the paper to fit the sleeves. I cut off words, and dates...my borders were trimmed, I had to cut through a pair of monkeys. It was all very distressing, and caused me great upset-ness.

And then I was finished! My project was complete! And it turned out very well. I won't get it back though, I don't think, because my instructor keeps the good ones. And he told me that he already has me set for an A because of the layout...All that hard work paid off, I guess....

If I remember, tomorrow maybe I'll tell you the dream I had last night. It was very neat...perhaps I will have a continuation of said dream tonight! That would be wonderful...Good night now...

Keep Your Tube-Socks Clean,
Jereality

Ice Cream Thief

It seems I am in need of a detective. Someone has been gauging at my pint of Ben&Jerry's:Cookie Dough Ice Cream. I know it wasn't me, because I eat my ice cream with tiny little forks, lovingly 'borrowed' from Red Lobster. The marks found inside of my ice cream were clearly spoon marks.

Someone is eating my ice cream, and I want to know who the perp is right now! I wish to ask them why they eat my ice cream when we've got perfectly lovely desserts inside our super cold box that lives atop our other cold box. I don't know...A Defective detective...that's what I need...for I imagine they're cheaper than a Private Eye or another type of detective. BEsides, it's jsut ice cream, no need to go all out.

Unfortunatly, ice cream is still ice cream, and I ate the evidence, but next time, oh, next time I will be taking pictures. Before I close the freezer door and when I pull it back out again, and post them up here. Then, you can tell me who you think did it. Father, Sibling, Mother, Mr. Plum in the Kitchen with the wrench? Nobody knows...Except the Ice Cream Gods...Let's hope their vengence be swift and tasty. Amen.

May Your Ice Cream Stay Cold,
-Jereality

Oh, Did He Now?

Sibling and I were watching House last night, and for those that don't know, it's a show about a drug-addicted gimp docotr who works his cynical, sarcastic mind to help patients with unbeliable symptoms in this hospital. Well, last night's episode had a favorite actor of mine in it; Jake Richardson, and, needless to say, I was ecstatic about it. He played a gypsy, a smart gypsy who read up on chemistry and medicine on his own free time. Anyway, Sibling and I were talking during a commercial break, and she said that nobody bled yet. I replied with a simple, 'yuh huh' and said Jake bled when his liver failed, got fixed and the bladder began to fail. Then she goes 'Right! He bleeded blood!'

Honestly, I had nothing to top that wonderful skill she has of destroying the spoken English language. I, of course, can butcher spelling, and have a nasty habit of holding the Shift button a little too long, making my first words have two capital letters. Anyway, ignore the crazy on your way out, and check out those links. I don't write them in for my own fun, y'know.




_{Yes, actually, I do....}

Quote of the Day:
Father: Wawa called.
No they didn't, Liar!
Okay....



Stay Warm,
Jereality

Total Bust

It was awesome!
I was working in this house of paranormal things, and I had to save this crazy baby that would grow up in a few seconds to become this incredibly good looking guy. But, in order to save it, I'd have to save my Cousin LCB, he's one of those three named bad-guys....inside joke....Sorry...Anyway, I had to save him in order to save the baby, and if I failed I would die. So, whenever LCB or the baby got injured and were borderline death, I had the ability to turn back time and save myself. And then, there was a sharp poke in my side, and I woke up.

It was a crazy awesome dream, and it was alot more complicated than that. So, when Sibling poked me awake, I was a bit disoriented, and had the picture of LadyJess in my head. So I woke updissoriented and confused. Then I realized this was the day I got to go to the Morotcycle show!

So, I got dressed really quickly, and then waited for a couple hours for Father's buddy to get here. Once he did we drove to Wawa, got some coffee and were on our way. We got there, got a premo parking spot, and entered the hotel in which said show was in. Well, we go in, and all of a sudden, I see a mohawk. I'm mesmorized right there, just staring at it. Sibling and I are whispering to each other 'left', 'right', 'left! left! left!' Honestly, I have never seen more tattoos, different colored hair, and piercings all in the same room...ever. It was amazing.

Unfortunatly, we paid 85 dollars, for four of us, to see the tattoo and motrocycle show. Tattoo place was crowded, and all of the same thing with music set to static, and poeple set to bizarre. So, we left the tattoo place, and moved to the motorcycle place. The bikes we saw were pretty cool...of course, for a motorcycle show, one would think there'd be more than ten cycles. But there wasn't. In truth, we probably saw more bikes on the way to the show than actually at the show. It's alright though....I saw some awesome hair styles, and lots of wrinkly gibberish.... Oh yeah! And I saw a Chupacabrah!

I knew you wouldn't believe me. It only cost a dollar. Sibling and I went in the little tent thing and sure enough a squirrel dog cat thing was chilling inside a little box. It was dead...sort of like a mummified thing when it's unwrapped. It's the candy shell outside that hides the secrets inside, I tell you what. Shoot. It was funky looking....and we weren't allowed to take pictures, because the guy said no. And I'm not going to question a guy as forboding as Chupacabrah man....so I didn't.

After we got home I watched some tv....a show called Ghost Hunters It was pretty awesome. It's about these guys who hunt ghosts. Yep. No real difficulty in explaining what the show is about. Ya'll should check it out. It's on SciFi, that's channel 30, where I'm from....it was on all day today...Superbowl marathon, or something.

But, I should really be going. My contacts are drying and I'm a bit tired. So, good night!


Quote of the Day:
-driving into a parking lot...sign says full-
Father: We drove in anyway...We didn't believe the sign. Is the garage full?
Service Guy: Not for you.
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-to mohawk men-
Woman:Can I take a picture of your hair?
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Sibling:I saw alot of wrinkly gibberish today....

Zoot Suit Riot

That's just the song I'm listening to right now. When I was a 'youngin' sitting in the backseat of my Daddy's Duster, there were a selection of songs I'd hear all the time. So, with my new ech-savvy self, I've purchsed them off of a wonderful thing called iTunes. I've had iTunes for a very long time, and have been purchasing songs....for a very long time. So, it occured to me the other day that I should buy the songs from my 'chitlin' days, so I could listen to them now. So, I bought four songs, and have one more that needs purchasing that I can remeber....Kiss from a Rose is missing from my collection. Other than that I've got them all...Yeppers, all four....Are you curious? Don't lie, no need to, I'll tell you what songs they are....

Where It's At, by Beck...
Zoot Suit Riot, by Cherry Poppin' Daddies
The Joker, by the Steve Miller Band
and
Peaches, by The Presidents of the United States

That's it so far, I'm sure I'll remember more and add them to my newest playlist 'Duster Tunes'. Anyway, I'll be glad to let you all know that I've met my own Wander Woman. If you don't know where this phenomenon started, go find www.onyxlunacy.com and look for the post. It's lengthy, but damn funny....Go take a gander, I dare you. Mine, however, was not at the local WaWa, but at the new Wal~Mart. Oh yes, they've gt Waonder Woman and Meander Men then, I tell you what. Boy howdy. Anyway, Mother and I were line to purchase some eye drops and contact solution (which, by the way, are doing lovely in my baby blues) when all of a sudden, a woman places some shampoo, Pledge, a bottle of glue, a small container of ice cream, and a hair brush beside me, and takes off.
Mind you, Wal~Mart isn't a tiny store, especially when it's one of those mega wal~marts with those little alley way aisles that you could lose your children in....Oh yeah, it was around 4, so lots of people are trying to get there and out before the standard '5 o'clock' rush. So, I was slightly appalled that she left when there are several other good, decent people in the Wall~Mart I had ventured into. So, we left, and when I looked behind me, Wander Woman was gone, and her to be purchased items sitting on the counter, another man in line, having his things rung up.

I wonder though, if all of her shopping lists are so strange....