Jereality

Hugs and Kisses

2010-11-02T16:48:00.003-04:00

This is a pretty pessimistic post... So, if you're in a great mood... don't read it if you don't want your mood to drop... and if you're already in a crap-mood... well, I don't think you're going to be happier... Here goes...

Love is an over used word.

You can love a person, true enough, you can love a pet also... you can also love Stacy's new bag, or Jack's new ride. Also, the weather, that cake you had at the restaurant your family loves, and what your hair is currently deciding it wants to do.

Do you really love these things? Probably not, you just really like them... though, for lack of a better word, you love them. It used to be that you would only say that you loved a person.... and even then, you said it and you meant it.

As I think about the people in my house, there are four who live there currently, I say 'i love you' to two of them. And it's true, I love my parents. It doesn't, mean, however, that I don't love my sister. I just don't say the words. I don't know why, I think I used to, but I don't anymore... And my friend, Sir, who lives at my house says he loves me - I think it's the love best friends have, that he reminds me he has for me, if it's not, I'm oblivious... but my response to him nine out of ten times is 'I know', the other percentage is online, where I just respond with a smiley face. I friend-love him, too, but I don't say it....

Why? Because I think the word has been cheapened over the years...

And as the months get colder, and I hear the word love thrown around, all I can think about is how I am alone. How I have all kinds of family-love and friend-love to go around, but when I wake up at four:fifty-seven, that sentiment from home won't wrap it's arms around me and ask me if I'm okay and continue to keep me warm at night.

I just want to be held, I think, and to have my own guy to say 'i love you' to... that's it...

Whoa....

2010-10-13T14:22:00.002-04:00

So... updates... This will probably wind up being a short bulleted list of what's on my mind... In fact, let's start with college...

College is happening at a rapid speed and I'm not so sure I enjoy the pace at which the professors are throwing knowledge at us.

I think I'm becoming a depressed person again.

No, I don't want to talk about it.

Yes, I'm sure.

I foresee myself going home on the weekends more often than not to escape this place.

My friends are more helpful than they know.

^_6;;

Success.

2010-05-04T01:26:00.003-04:00

So, I managed to get Mr. Sir out of my mind. Yay me. It wasn't that difficult, I just had to open my eyes and look down the hall. Oh, hello there other Sir. What have we here?

I'll tell you what we've got: Opportunity.

So now what I've got going on in my life is a kind of romantic comedy going on, if it were a movie. Now, viewers, sit back and enjoy the ride, because the protagonist has just met a possibility. The guy you go 'oh look! Not a douchebag!' So, good for him.

Anyway, we just met... and school is ending. And now I'm going home. This romantic movie has its twists now. Oh dear. Ah well. Next year, the possibilities are endless. However, I'm focussed now on the summer... Because for the past several months the sun and the bright green grass and the constant sleeping until noon is what I've been craving.

Also - I'm pretty sure I need to desperately clean my room at home. Plus, I've got a whole mess of junk from the dorm room that needs to find a home in my actual home... so.... it'll be an adventure.... The time fast-forward, with the musical montage of clips of time passing, if we continue with the movie theme, I guess.

I wonder how it will end.... This is very exciting! Stay tuned!

^_6;; Jereality

I Swear These Are Going To Stop Being About This Soon....

2010-04-21T10:37:00.000-04:00

The past couple [amount of time since I have last posted J] have been very, oh, what’s the word I’m looking for… productive? No, that’s not the word… Interesting? That’s not the word I really want either, but I suppose both of them describe together the amount of time since the post below up until now.

The guy I was talking about – he and I got all that nonsense squared away…. I reread the post, all of it still applies and all of that still bothers me so much. The desperation, teen drama movie it all sounds like… I don’t appreciate it. Anyway, the two of us spoke, and I would up looking like a babbling brook – thinking back, we did look as if the situation could have been on a movie screen. It makes me wonder if that happens to anyone else…

So, the babbling brook thing – after the water works started, he did what he would normally do if someone he knew was sad, I guess, and went for a hug. And for some reason, the second I felt his arms on my back I kind of shrank… He didn’t even get a real hug on me, it was just the beginnings of a hug, where his arm had just barely touched me… He backed off like he had been burned.

At the time, I had felt so small – vulnerable – because when he waits for you to speak, he stares right at you. Not because he wants you to speak, but because it’s polite to look someone in the eye when they speak. [On a side note, I totally love that – when people look other people in the eye when they speak…. Respect is amazing] But when I’m sitting there on the edge of his bed, my arms wrapped around my legs, looking – searching – out the window for anything to help me find the words I wanted, while his eyes were on me… It’s a high pressure situation… because I am scared of being honest with someone I care so much about in a room so quiet and in such close proximity – of both physical distance and my heart breaking….

After I was finished speaking – my eyes dripping stupid emotions [which caused him to go and scour his house for tissues for me…. again] while I had been speaking – I was silent for a while… And then it was his turn. He said everything I already knew and didn’t want to hear, but there is always hope for the future. We were both silent then, and then there was a hug – the hug that he told himself he wouldn’t give me, and the hug I told myself I wouldn’t cry over as he gave it to me. Obviously, both were done.

The tears from the hug shocked me – I had already taken my deep breaths, and looked out the window, shaken everything off and put into place what he had said. I thought I had everything under control, and put him off the “shelf”… but as soon as he hugged me – tears. Obnoxious, stupid girl emotions. Big baby….

Eventually, when I left, he walked me to the door and we both agreed that we would try a hug again – sans tears. A success. Then, we said our goodbyes, and I went on my way to Onyx’s house…

I’m sure if I could fast forward through all of my silence in that room, I only spoke for about fifteen minutes. I was there for about an hour and a half. But because of that time, that night – for the first time since January – I didn’t think about any sort of rendezvous we had had, and just fell asleep. It wasn’t even a dreamless sleep, it was just a great night’s sleep. I woke up refreshed and happy… It was good.

He said not to wait for him, because he knew that I would. That’s where he’s wrong. I won’t wait for him. True, I will always care for him – but I’m not going to stop living because his life currently is focused elsewhere. I’m not going to be waiting around – I hate waiting… Besides, I managed to push him out of my romantic sights before, I can do it again.

^_6;; Jereality

I Never Thought I'd Be One Of These People

2010-03-07T23:04:00.003-05:00

So, life is a pretty confusing thing... As soon as you think you know what's what and you are finally happy with what 'what' is 'what' changes all over again into something. And something is completely different from what.

I thought I had a couple things figured out, I'm not going to go into great detail with them, because I would bore myself to tears, and I don't even want to wish something like that on you...

I lied.

Several years ago there was a boy - isn't there always, though? - and I liked this boy, and this boy liked me... and things seemed like they would work out great... Until my best friend said, Jereality, open your eyes really quick, Boy also likes other girl. And that's when I said to myself, 'Self... you shall never try care for anyone ever again.'

Two years pass. I meet another boy. I like this boy and unbeknownst to me, he liked me as well. In the land of magic, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I accepted. Another friend of mine said, hey, Jereality, open your eyes really quick... This other girl likes your boyfriend... I saw her talking to him... And then I became wary.

This relationship lasted through the rest of the school year and the summer. Then I ended the relationship. I didn't think I was ready to pursue anything... At least, not with my heart all boarded up like it was. I soon left the state on vacation... and came back to find boy and girl who liked boy now in a relationship. Wonderful.

More years go by. Meanwhile, I still harbor feelings for boy who caused me to grab nails and timber for my metaphorical heart. Sure, crushes go by and other unattainable side glances wander along - and I continue to float through life single. Not that that's a problem. Until for some odd reason I start talking to boy 1 again.

I don't know what started the conversation, or when... or who initiated - probably me, late at night, under the influence of fatigue or some hyper active sugar high. We spoke for a while, reminiscing about the times we had back in high school. He had wondered what cut our friendship off there. I still haven't told him. He says the nicest things, though...

He's broken. Several times over. He doesn't know that he's the reason I've never been able to be broken. Except now... now that we are seeing more of each other, I fear the weathering of whatever friendship-relationship we've got going on is causing the timbers around my heart to shrink and the nails to move.

'We're friends' he says. I know, I say. 'Do you?' he says.

I am a liar, though - the best liar I know. I can even lie to myself. 'You don't like him. You couldn't possibly like him. You still know he's chasing after the girl from before, right? You've seen them together... You know they're still friends.' I know the last half of that to be true. They are still friends. And why shouldn't they be? I want to know why, though, when I come back into the picture so does she... or is it vice versa?

And when I take a step back from my life, and look at what I'm doing... I'm pining once again over someone I can not have. If I force the relationship, it won't turn out well for either of us. I make myself sick with the thoughts I have, those nauseating 'maybe he'll come around' type of things. No, he won't. Just move on. I wonder if everyone in this situation sees both sides of this, or just the one...

Friends? Friends with benefits? Boyfriend and Girlfriend?

If I'm the first one, I'll be happy to see him. If I'm the second one I'll be... disappointed in myself, I think. And for some reason, I doubt we will ever escalade passed friendship.

I'd like to say 'stupid boy, who needs him...' but the nauseating thoughts come back, and I think 'I want him...'

And here we go again.

I Will Be As Harsh As Truth And As Uncompromising As Justice

2010-02-06T19:57:00.003-05:00

I would very much like to be viewed as an adult by my parents. I don't know why they feel the need to treat me as if I'm a four year old in the big, bustling world. I'm not two feet tall, alone in the mall. I don't need my hand held when I cross the street. Don't leave my door open a crack with the light on in the hallway - I don't even need you to check if there are monsters in the closet or under my bed. Why? Because I'm an adult.

Dear Parents,

You taught me many things growing up - things I am very grateful for, believe me. You taught me to be good, so as I grew up, I tried my best to be good. I didn't stare at people, I wasn't loud in restaurants, I didn't talk back often - and when I did, I knew what I did was wrong and apologized. I was polite to people, and never spoke to strangers. You taught me how to tie my shoes. You taught me how to ride a bike. You taught me my phone number and how to write my name on all of my school supplies (just in case). Importantly, "Yes" and "No". You taught me so many things, and through the years I grew up.

Growing up I learned that not talking to people, and not looking around has made me slightly paranoid. This makes friendships hard to gain and maintain.

I've learned that, despite my being the daughter, Mother, I've become your therapist. It was my role in my group of friends, I took it well, but when you turned to me and began showing me your weaknesses, began to chip away at the pillar that labeled you my Mother, and formed it into one that simply read 'Friend' - our relationship changed. Of course you are still my Mother, and I do love you - but I am not six years old anymore, and I don't know how I can look up to someone who has to look down for advice. Dad, you just make me sad. How many times do you have to ask 'how are you' and get the response 'I'm fine' before realizing that I'm not really fine?

I've learned that everyone around me had a different curfew. This bothered me at a young age because I have always had some sort of affinity for the night. I just like to be awake. You made me go to bed. I would know that most of my friends would be awake for another hour or two, because no ten year old when to bed at nine o'clock. Now that I am twenty, my curfew hasn't been dropped completely, like it should have been - it has just been altered a few hours. Now, I must be home by midnight. I am not Cinderella. I am always safe - you taught me this.

Now, because of this curfew, you have me being bad. For the first time in twenty years I am not following your rules. You figure I will be home by midnight, but I won't be. I will probably be home by two. What time do my other friends get home by? My other adult friends? They safely get home when the gathering is over. I feel with the skills you have taught me growing up, I have learned to be safe, I have learned "yes" and I have learned "no." I feel those three things are the most important things you have taught me. Which is why I don't understand why I can't stay over someone's house if a large group of us are going to be there. If that someone is male, why can't I stay over if there are going to be other females over? Furthermore - why don't you trust me enough to take care of myself?

I remember - it's because you don't listen to me when I talk to you. Don't try to deny it, you've told me those words yourself. Of course, you could say you don't remember saying them - it doesn't matter though, I will always remember. Just like tonight, when you said that the trust between you and I was wearing thin... You said earlier to make the best decision - the best decision was to stay. I'm sorry.

I'm just going to stay at school unless I have to come home, I guess - if I disappoint you that much. I'm sorry I wasn't planned, I'm sorry I don't get the best grades, I'm sorry you can't trust me now. I'm sorry I've become a disaster child. I hope that what you wanted to hear.

With love,

;;Jereality

Enter the Haggis;; aka - THE BEST WEEKEND OF MY LIFE! [Friday]

2009-09-22T17:16:00.007-04:00

And you think I'm exaggerating...? Oh, well, I'm not. I had the best weekend of my life that I can remember. I don't remember my heart stopping so many times in such a short few days, or clapping, 'Woo'-ing, and screaming so much... Also, I just about melted to the floor eighteen billion times... Oh, and I cried once. But don't tell anyone... Or I'll have to hurt you. I'd do it. I will... Okay, maybe I'm kidding, but really, let me tell you why it was so incredibly amazing!

Also, I know it's been a while, and I'm kind of sorry about that... College is very busy and I left you all at some very bizarre posts, so... woops;; ^_6

Friday, September 18^th Two-thousand and Nine
I woke up at ten something, and went to class only to find that "Eco is canceled." So, I practically teleported back to my dorm room and found that Liz (who is my room mate this year, also) had to take a shower - she had every intention of being finished packing and such by the time my class was finished. However, since the class was canceled, well, her plans were foiled! So, I waited around, humming so many random Enter the Haggis songs, all excited to just leave the room. I picked up my bags, put them down again, paced the room, did stuff on my computer (mainly Facebook nonsense) until she was finished, and by then, I was singing the song at the end of How The Grinch Stole Christmas, when all of the Who's down in Whoville welcome Christmas... So, I was all hopped up on excitement and maybe sugar - I maybe had some PEZ and Pixie Stix while she was gone, maybe... After getting the neighbors to watch my betta fish, Keiran, we set off on a whirlwind adventure to find my car in the parking lot!

And then we drove from the far, lower east side of Pennsylvania all the way up to Saratoga! And we only stopped once for gas, which is awesome, because I didn't really want to stop... Oh! Sad news, the thing that I plug into the cigarette lighter thing in the car to put my iPod in to play music... my iTrip, or what you call it - didn't work! It died! In my hands! It died! It wasn't even all that old, I just got it for Christmas about three years ago. I mean, I use it all the time, so I guess it finally threw in the towel. So, it was sad. Liz and I wound up getting our Haggis fix in the car, though - we had iPods, and headphones. Don't be alarmed, fellow drivers of the road! I had the right earbud and Liz had the left, and she held and played with the songs on the iPod, I just drove and sang along like a good driver - paying attention to the road and the GPS, I have a side story about her name later, it's mildly entertaining, but not pertinent to my amazing weekend! I think I'm going to dub it my unbirthday, because it was just that amazing...

Anywhoozle, we got to Saratoga in a little under 4 and a half / five hours and walked into the fairegrounds of Saratoga and got our map, and our hands stamped with little 'I2K's, because that's what it was: Irish 2000. Awesome, right? I know!(Look, my hand! Yeah, that's a ring on my left ring finger.... No, I'm not married... what of it?) So, Liz and I walked in and it wasn't long before I saw purple hair, and a pirate hat, and a shirt with Trevor Lewington's face on it that said 'More Vibraslap' and I pointed, because that's what I do, and I went "Fia!" Granted, she was on her phone, so Liz and I just walked up to her and waited until she was off to speak with her - which didn't take long, because we're awesome, and she wanted to speak with us.

Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Jereality, how do you know this Fia person? I have never heard you mention her before ever.... Also... isn't Haggis sheep stomach? Why would I want to go into that? That doesn't sound like a good time at all... I think you're opinions are skewed!' That's where I have to stop you, because you're asking too many questions. Okay, I know Fia and a whole bunch of other Haggis Heads - that's what we call ourselves.... - from the Enter the Haggis (ETH) ChatRoll that is online while they stream their concerts. Oh, by the way, ETH streams their gigs live, so those of us who are far away and can't go see them in person can still see their show. How amazing is that?! I'll tell you, really amazing. Really super amazing! I have lots of friends there, and I think I met, well, I met a bunch of them. I really can't remember all of them.

Back to the story --

So, I pointed, Fia, phone call, waited... and then we introduced ourselves - and it wasn't difficult to figure out who were were. I mean, I use this name on the ETH chatroll, and I have them call me by my real name and it's got my picture on it (yes, I know, of my face... Paranoia, I know... weird, right?) and Liz uses her name and also has a picture, so we were pretty noticeable... Also we were excited 'and were all "Heeyyyyy!!" ' So, I'm pretty sure they figured us out very easily. Then if they didn't we introduced ourselves, I think handshakes were involved, I'm not quite sure... So, after Fia introduced me to her sister and a fellow who goes by Whip, and Jenthetrainer (all friends on the chat) I grew even more excited. Not only were the guys from Enter the Haggis in the same vicinity as we were, but we were meeting our online friends too... I was ecstatic.

So, we got the names of everyone around us and then we decided to go toward the main tent, passing other little kiosk-y tents with food, and awesome knick-knacks and other brick-a-brack that is totally awesome. So, for some reason, we stopped about forty feet from the main tent where the music was coming from, and I had a cookie from an ETH chatroll friend who goes by IrishSmurf, which was delicious... and then all of a sudden, walking like a normal person is Trevor Lewington (guitar and vocals)... just walking along from the music tent. And I swear to you that my heart stopped, and my breath was gone, and I put my hand on Liz's shoulder, and I caught Trevor's eye for maybe four seconds and I think I'm lucky to be alive because I don't know if you can survive without a heartbeat or breath for that long. So, Trevor walked away, and I think he may have laughed at us... which is a huge possibility, because lets face it, he's probably used to it. Fia just stared at us, and smiled... Fia is friends with the band... Which means I'm jealous. However, that does not mean she and I cannot be friends - by the end of the post, we are friends... I just gave away some of the story, I'm sorry.

So, we stood there for a while longer, and Trevor walked back to the tent, and Liz and I almost died again. Here, you should already be aware that as far as we are concerned, these guys are 'famous' people, and they were just walking around, all willy-nilly... It was so amazing. After our hearts continued to beat, Fia needed more refreshments, so we went to the Beer Tent, losing some people in the process. While Fia and her sister went into the tent, Whip, Liz and I were forced to wait outside because, unfortunately, we're underage. We spoke instead, about how Whip did not look like he was 17, but that he look 20, and then we moved to how we liked the bags that were being sold in the booth shop across from the Beer tent. Though, when Fia and her sister came out, we were all bitter looking 'cause they came out with delicious looking drinks. I did, though, double-dog dare Liz to go in... she did take a couple steps in, and then came right out.... She had to, I double-dog dared her. That's how we roll.

Then we moved back to the white tent with the music and saw Mark Abraham (bass player) talking to some Haggis Heads, and I was like 'Oh my gosh.... this is going to be the best day ever!' Little did I know, it would wind up being the whole weekend; :) ... Anyway... The group moved into the tent a ways, and Liz and I met up with her Aunt where we spoke for a little bit about my driving the next day up to Saranac Lake for the next Enter the Haggis show. I assured her that I was totally capable, and then all of a sudden, I remembered that I had to call my dad - so, I did. After I hung up with him, I rejoined with Liz and then we lost Fia. So... we sort of wandered for a little bit. [All of this reading, and the band didn't even start yet! Phew! You're awesome!]

I saw Craig Downie (bagpipes and founder for/of Enter the Haggis) talking with a couple Haggis Heads, and told Liz... we freaked out for a few moments. Then we meandered through the fairegrounds and looked at the people - well, I did... because people watching is one of my most favorite hobbies. We passed the Beer Tent, honestly, I had hoped to find Fia there.... because I felt really lost... I liked having sort of my own tour guide, like my own leader of the festival, is was 'totes awesome'. However, I did not find Fia at the Beer Tent, so Liz and I hung left and then found Jenthetrainer, and stayed with her for a little bit. She was speaking with a guy about the Great American Irish Festival's Golf Tournament ( I know, I didn't post about GAIF, I really do apologize... I did get busy... but just pretend I did, and said 'awesome' a whole bunch... Because I would have... I would have been introducing the same people, I promise.) So, she was speaking with that guy, and Liz and I were sort of standing around, looking for Fia... and then we found out she went with her sister and Whip to go and buy a Bodhrán.... We nodded, and were like 'oh, that's cool', because it was - I kind of want one... Anyway, we walked with Jen for a while, in fact, we walked all the way up to the Beer Tent with her, got a little bit bitter because we couldn't go in, and then decided to leave her and find Fia.

So, we turned around, and walked back in the direction we came, passed some neat little shops, passed two alpacas - it reminded me of my vacation to Vermont (Marlee Farm Alpacas), were I went to an alpaca farm and got a blanket and some fingerless mittens - and then we made a left and I pointed to Fia again, because lo and behold, there she was! I had found her again! I have some sort of Fia Tracker... or something, it's scary. Anyway, we reunited and Liz and I were shown the nifty drum Fia bought. She said she bought the drum from an attractive ginger man in a kilt. Oh, the things I retain... Later, I saw said ginger-man.... I had to agree, Fia has good taste so far.

So, instruments(Fia's sister bought a penny whistle) in hand, Liz and I followed Fia, her sister and Whip to Whip's car which they call the Box and placed the newly purchased noise makers in the vehicle. Then, talk of Moxie was brought up. I had no idea what Moxie was, so I wanted one. I popped one open, and shared a sip or two with Liz. Turns out I like Moxie... it tastes like ginger snaps... and those are delicious...

Once that was done, we turned around, and began to walk the festival, Whip and I drinking our respective moxie's while random conversations flowed. I vaguely remember saying something to Liz... It was so funny, that's too bad - I'm sure you all would have enjoyed it, I'm sorry. Once the moxie's were gone, and properly thrown away, we reentered the grounds and (after brief confusion by the main gate, deciding which side - left or right - was best to go through, we made it all the way in) saw a huge sand castle! Fia said she wanted to stomp it... I said she was the destroyer of hopes... OH! And by this time, we were with another Haggis Head named Kelly! I don't have any links for you... so, just imagine something lovely. As we continued, we spoke of our childhood sand castles... and how either they were bucket shaped castles, or the buckets that were shaped like castles.... And how it wasn't very imaginative... Then I said how I made my bucket castle, and I made my moat around my bucket castle, and all my imaginary bucket people were very happy in their bucket castle... with the stick in the top for a flag. Good times, child hood. Good times.

Then we meandered a bit and wound up at the Beer Tent, but this time, oh, this time I would not be thwarted and pushed aside like some underage pre-teen! Oh no. I just walked right in, just like I owned the place. Was I asked to leave? No. Why? Because I have confidence in sunshine, I have confidence in rain... I have confidence that spring will come again - Besides which you see I have confidence in me So, Liz and I stood in line with our little group sans Whip 'cause he had a call to make, and then got out of the way a bit until we saw DAG.... Did I mention DAG yet? No? I guess not... I think this was probably the second time I met him at the fest, the first time was all mushed in with a whole bunch of people from the ETH Chatroll. He calls himself Dag for short, but his full online name is Dagnabit - which is totally awesome. And also, also! I speak to his wife online at the ETH Chatroll thing, too! Her name is Brenny, she's so nice! Anyway, when the beers were received our group sort of moved to the center of the Beer Tent and conversed.

Eventually, Fia and Dag got to talking about exchanging phone numbers - apparently, Dag isn't the best texter, either - he said he starts a text in the beginning of the day and finishes it by the end of the day, so silly. So, mildly drunk, I'm assuming, Dag is trying to remember his cell phone number and as soon as he has what could possibly be it, he says "Oh wait, that's my wife's... mine's....oh wait... um..." It was hysterical! It went on like that for like, ten minutes! It was so funny! Then we decided something, I don't know, I was just suddenly worried about crowds and the stage so I missed a few things, but it was okay, because that's where we decided to go next!

Oh. My Gosh! When we got to the stage the crowds had already started, the guys were on stage and I swore I was going to wee. I told Liz, I said "Liz, I'm going to wee". S'what I said, I did. So, Liz, Fia and I pushed our way into the crowd, Liz saw her aunt, and we pushed ourselves in furthers and we wound up almost in front of Craig Downie (the bagpiper... from before... founded the band, remember?) Anyway, I was in front of Craig, about ten feet from stage, loving life. In fact, Craig has the first two pictures on my camera. (I'd put some up, however, my camera doesn't have a 'view pictures' button, so I can't upload anything... ]: )

So, I don't remember the set list for the first night, because I don't have a picture of it that I can see, but I do know that they started with Litter and the Leaves and then the rest of the songs are a blur of amazing... I jumped and I shouted, and I punched my fist in the air, and I counted the four a whole bunch of times, and bounced my foot in time with the music... And somewhere during the middle of the set, a guy in a red north-face fleecy looking jacket weaved his way in front of Fia and I and these two other girls who were in front of us, and we all sort of looked at each other and were like 'really?' And wouldn't you know it, this D-Bag eeked out some of the foulest smelling gases.... Oh! It was during Fiddle Set! and Brian Buchanan (he plays the fiddle and the piano... you may notice him as the one with the red/orange hair) looked over in my direction because Fia was standing next to me laughing hysterically - because let's face it... the guy in front of us, it was funny... And Brian does this thing with his eye brows that is totally awesome - Anyway, he looked over in our direction, and flicked his eyebrow up. So, we sober up pretty quick because you know what that means, don't you? That means Brian heard Fia laughing... Woopsies.....

So, then, the rest of the concert commenced and was absolutely amazing. At the one part of The Ghosts of Calico (which was my first favorite song on the CD), there's a lyric that goes ; "So take my last breath quickly/take it in my sleep/take it while I'm dreaming of a life in San Martin/'Cause everyone I know now is a dusty memory/I can hear the wolves delivering my eulogy." And at the point, a whole bunch of the ETH ChatRoll people, we all howled... It was awesome.

But for some odd reason, the venue was rushing through the acts, so the guys didn't get to do an encore or anything. In fact, I learned later that the stage crew was breaking down while they were singing Gasoline.... Insane, right?

After that, the guys left the stage, Brian spoke about his birthday trip to Ireland that I'm going to try to persuade my parental units to let me attend. However, my side of the battle is looking a little bit shaky... Regardless, you're here to read about the festival... So, let's continue.

Then our little ChatRoll group conversed some before Fia was like "there's Brian." And I almost died. That's right, almost died! She then led the way right to him, pirate hat bouncing away (because she's that awesome, she can wear a pirate hat...also, Saturday was Talk Like A Pirate Day)... And she walked right up to him and said 'I'm sorry for laughing so loud in the middle of Fiddle Set' and Brian just stared at her and was like 'What?' .... So, it turned out, he was just making a face earlier... he hadn't heard... Now we had to explain.. So.... we did;; ^_6.... and there was much laughter. And then Fia introduced us, and I said "Hello, I'm Jereality," and he smiled real big and held out his hand and my heart stopped and I fell to the ground!

I'm kidding.

Fia introduced us, and I said "Hello, I'm Jereality," and he smiled real big and held out his hand and my heart stopped, and I smiled real big and he said "hey Jereality," and then he moved on to meet Liz, and whoever else we were near I wasn't too sure because I just shook Brian Buchanan's hand and nothing else really matters...

-insert big fangirl sigh here;; however, after some events, I have calmed down... such events will be explained in the next post-

And then Brian said, "let's move to the light," so, we did! And we followed him toward the Merchandise Tent! Which it really just the side of the performance tent... so.... Yeah. And then in the clamor and clutter of people and bodies, all of a sudden, Liz stopped in front of me, and a guy to my left directly next to me turned around and my heart stopped again, and my breath was gone as Trevor Lewington (guitar and vocals) both exchanged brief stunned glances. Obviously neither of us had expected a person in our paths... And I had not expected Trevor.... In my stunned silence I could barely hear Liz introduce herself quickly to Trevor all by herself (I'm so proud!), and then we were all shooed from the Merch' Tent, because none of us worked there... That wasn't cool though, 'cause Brian told us to go there, and then Trevor told us all we had to leave (very politely, mind you...)

Not a problem, because as we were moving from the tables where all the Enter The Haggis stuff on it, we saw Mark Abraham (bass and vocals). Fia introduced us to him, and oh my gosh, I thought he was going to squeeze my hand off. Mark has a death grip hand shake. I'm sure it's because of the bass player-ness, but still, pulsing hand afterward... No matter... He was so nice! And then, after Mark left to go and greet more fans, our group meandered into the field a little bit, looked at the stars, recounted the story of the guy who eeked foul gases... However, it just so happened that guy was standing behind Fia as she told the story... I tried to get her attention before she told it, but she has the punch line came and the laughter, well... Then the guy left... After that, Dag wore Fia's pirate hat, pictures were taken, some stories were passed.... and then we got to meet James Campbell (drums). Shook his hand, I don't remember what we spoke about, I just remember that he laughed - he has the most awesome laugh! And he's always laughing! He must be the happiest person alive, I think... OH! It was so cold, and he was in shorts... I mean, I know he just rocked out and he was crazy awesome, but it was like... cold. Then he left to go do things.. He said he'd be right back... but Liz and I had plans...

So, Liz and I went to the Merch table and I bought a shirt with the band's Stick People on it... and then I put it on right over my clothes... and then I met Craig Downie! And when I shook his hand, he looked at me all concerned, and said 'you've got such cold hands, wee lass!' and then he took his other hand and warmed 'Righty' (my shaking hand), while I just said 'yeah, I get cold easy'. Stupid... And then I got pictures!

And life was good! My very last picture of Friday evening was with Brian Buchanan. First, we got into the normal 'this is the fan picture pose' and then I held up my 'Rock-and-Roll' fingers, you know... Like I always do for my pictures.... And out of the corner of my eyes, I see bright red hair turn and look down, I hear the softest chuckle.... and I'm almost positive my 'I-don't-want-to-take-pictures-with-fans-anymore-I'm-tired' smile turned into a 'this-girl-is-silly' laugh at me, smile....

So.... It was sort of totally amazing... Of course, my smile in that picture is gigantic.... after that, Brian left, and we stayed and listened to a few more bands....

Somewhere between James and pictures with Brian, Fia disappeared.... After a very long time, speaking with totally amazing people and listening to the rest of the other bands, Liz and I decided it was our time to go. So, saying good bye to those that were around and trying to get a picture that took about eight tries to get before we moved to the area where only the shots of the grass were being taken.... What? We tried to take a picture. It didn't work. Whenever the camera was moved, it took a picture of grass to our left. Liz suggested we go toward that left direction, where the grass was... the place where the camera was taking pictures, and try to take the picture there.... Sure enough, it worked - weird, right?

After all of that fun, we walked out of the tent and ran into Fia, where I tried a Hot Beef Sundae (It's roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy in a cup - don't worry).. It was delicious... that's when I remembered that was the only thing I had eaten all day. Woops. We got to talking for a while, the evening wound down with Liz and I having a place to crash for the night on Saturday, rather than driving all the way back home (NY to PA)... which she didn't like either... Everyone we told always made the same face.

And then we left, ad drove back to Liz's 'Camp' where we stayed up until two-ish, squealing over pictures... Turns out her Aunt's camera has the same memory card as mine, so I got to see my pictures... They turned out well, not a one is blurred - I'm pleased. Then I took a picture of the one with Brian and I with my phone, sent it to facebook and now it's my facebook profile picture... Funny world, isn't it?

Oh, anyway - that about sums it up for Friday.... Tune in readers, for Saturday, September 19^th 2009, when Enter the Haggis plays in an Old Folks Home... True story... totally awesome!

ROCK ON!
^_6;; Jereality

A Brief Filler...

2009-08-08T23:26:00.003-04:00

So, I'm working on a post about the Great American Irish Festival.. and I'm getting seriously delayed because I do have a life... Granted, it's not usually a very busy one, but when I do do (-insert your laughter, I said doo doo-) things, sometimes I get tired... and then I require sleep...

And when I do sleep, I sleep for a very long time. In fact, I hibernate... So, yeah... That post may take quite a while... Just know that it was awesome, and I will fill you in on the details in a while...

^_6;; Also, if you haven't checked out Enter the Haggis.... do it... I'm pretty sure you can listen to their whole new album for free on their page... Yeah, they're that cool...

^_6;; ta ta

Jereality

A Tip for Everyone Who Wants To Help the Birdies

2009-07-31T00:43:00.006-04:00

A man came in with these today:

Aw, they're preciousssss... Yes, I know. However, what he should have done while mowing the lawn was left them alone. When you see a nest on the ground, leave it be - the mother can still see the babies, she will take care of them.

If you have already picked up the nest and put it in a container, do not bring it to a zoo or any type of other facility... We really can't do anything for the little babies... The mother can only care for them when they are that size... I'm sorry, but I've never lied to you guys before and I refuse to sugar coat these things if I haven't done it before...

If you're sensitive, take a long blink, and scroll down... until you see the smiley face... read AFTER the smiley face.... Alrighty my little soldiers - that picture above there is our kitchen...the baby birds are in a sandwich container... we work in a zoo full of predators... Now it's your turn to use your imagination.

Should you find a nest ON THE GROUND and you feel like it's in some sort of danger, grab a basket from your home, like this one:: :: and put the nest in there WITHOUT TOUCHING THE BABIES! DO NOT TOUCH THE BABIES! I know you may think they're adorable and ready for a good cuddle to your cheek, but I will tell you true - they are not. Simple as that. Just don't do it. They're animals... and their mother would not be pleased if you took her babies and squashed them to your fleshy mouth sack.

So, put the nest in the basket, and hang the basket in the tree. And then leave it all alone. Don't go back to check on them later, don't assume that you have some custody of the little birds because "well, they're living in my basket, in my tree, in my yard"... Don't do it.

That's about all I feel like saying on the matter...

Oh! To the couple who came in with bread today... I am well aware that you were feeding the chickens and the ducks and such... but please leave your bread in the car... There was half a loaf in the bag when I took it from you... I wound up throwing the bag away... That's procedure or something... so, to save you money and to save the world bread... if you could feed the ducks and the chickens and the peacocks or whatever comes out into the parking lot, and then toss the bread into your car before you come into the zoo... that'd be super....

I'm fired up for bed now!
It's going to be a good sleep!
^_6;;Jereality

How Much For That?!

2009-07-19T22:26:00.004-04:00

So remember last post I said maybe I'd have an interesting dream tomorrow night? Well 'tomorrow night' was last night, and I did have an interesting dream.

I was back in my high school... well, sort of. I was in a school building, but I have a feeling it was my school mixed in with some of Hogwarts because the walls and everything were made of some serious stonework. Anyway, it was a holiday; I think it was the fourth of July or Memorial Day... I don't remember which, but I do remember it was odd because it was snowing out, and no one approved of it.

I remember walking up the steps with one of my good friends - an old friend from my waking life... he moved when we were both very young, and we see each other occasionally, speaking through social networking sites... Facebook being the primary source... Anyway, Kevin and I walked up some stairs and saw a girl an older girl dressed in darker colors, her hair in disarray, crimped, and colored and poofy go into a room. So, we followed her, now with Sibling in toe, and walked in on a classroom full of degenerate people whom Kevin seemed to know.

'Take a seat,' he said. Sibling and I did... Sibling brought a picnic basket... weird. So, we sat down, and the older girl at the front of the classroom [-who upon waking I can tell you was an older, slightly larger Dakota Fanning as Cassie from Push -] She took a piece of chalk and began writing on the board.

'One is worth two CDs. Two is worth one DVD. Five is Fifty dollars,' she said, writing it out on a chart.

|One - 2 Cds
|Two - 1 DVD
|Five - $50
|One Bottle - $100-$500
|Two Bottles - $1000-$2000
|Five Bottles - $8000

Now, I didn't understand how her system worked, or what she was talking about, but I did notice that all of her 'o's looked like coffee cups. After her meeting was over, and everyone that was in there was gone save for Sibling, Kevin, 'Cassie' and I, she walked over and made a point to show me her coffee cup 'o's.

After she showed me that, she handed me a small blue pill and told me the first one was a freebee. That's when I told Sibling to go home. Sibling went away and it was just Kevin and I in the room. He was bouncing off the walls, laughing bout the deal he had just made.... bringing two people instead of one to his meeting. Apparently that gave him discount or something. I had only shrugged and popped whatever Cassie gave me in my mouth and sucked on it for a while.

After it did nothing, Kevin told me to take it out and open the capsule. 'That's just a sugar pill,' he told me, throwing it on the ground. 'This is a heroin pill,' he said, handing it to me, and putting his own in his mouth before taking my hand and the picnic basket and leading me out of the room where we ran into a teacher. The teacher shifted between Snape, McGonagall and some random made up person, yelling at Kevin and I as we ran down the stairs, meeting Sibling at the bottom.

We all were laughing as we ran to the park, and then I woke up....

It was weird... I remember some of the scenes so vividly... the part where we got to the park, and the screen of my mind moved so that it captured an arch and a lamp post and the three of us just running around... and the scene at the far end of the classroom, when Kevin gave me the heroin pill... and when I opened the sugar pill, having Kevin take it from me and put it in his pocket... it was all very strange...

I wonder what tonight will have in store....

^_6;; Sweet dreams & pleasant nightmares!

-Jereality

Headaches and Heartattacks

2009-07-18T23:20:00.002-04:00

It seems the soap keeps running out in the shower... the bar soap. Whenever I get to it, it's always a small triangular piece, less than half an inch in width and about an inch by half an inch... all from a standard size piece of soap.

That's just something that was on my mind and that bothered me. I thought I should inform you all.

On a side note, I've been waking up with terrible head aches for the past couple of days. I think it's because I've been dreaming of working.... which has been kind of annoying, because I don't want to work when I dream. That's why I sleep. Last night, in my dreams, I was cleaning out a gigantic bear exhibit when five men and their dogs entered the exhibit. The dogs were solid colors; there was a bright blue one, a bright lime green one, a purple one... and I don't remember the other two... a pink one....

I don't understand why there were there... I woke up... but the bear was didn't want them there and was charging at them before I opened my eyes...

Maybe tonight I can get something else interesting and I'll tell you all about it....

Sweet dreams & Pleasant nightmares!

^_6;; Jereality

Greta :: 11/12/2001 - 7/10/2009

2009-07-10T22:29:00.003-04:00

I thought I had it all out of my system.

I didn't think when Greta hopped in the van she didn't think she wouldn't be coming back with us.

That's what bothered me the most.
I don't want her to think that I betrayed her.

She won't hurt anymore... I know the benefits of her "life" now, what with euthanasia. She won't be in pain... and she was, she really was. She couldn't see, either. So, what she was doing here wasn't really living.

I thought, though, with what I had already written, I would've gotten everything out of my system. But as I sat in the room, looking all around the place...

The thing that bothered me the most was my dad.

The only other time I've seen him cry was at his Aunt Mary's funeral. And only that was for a few seconds... a few tears. These tears were different.

Father sat on the floor with Greta the whole time. She was his, really... I think of the four of us, he really did love her the most... He loves a lot... Now he hurts a lot.

I don't have a dog anymore.
I miss her.

What Do You Mean, 'This Sounds Familiar?'

2009-07-05T23:53:00.004-04:00

Concerning Zookeepers

Zookeepers have been living and zookeeping in the four corners of the Zoo for many hundreds of years, quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the City Folk. Earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count Zookeepers must seem of little importance, being neither renowned as great thinkers nor counted among the very strong. In fact it has been remarked by some that Zookeepers' only real passion is for animals. A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the collecting of peacock feathers and the hosing of walk-ways. But where our hearts truly lie is in the peace and quiet and calm of being behind the fences... For all Zookeepers share a love of things that are distant. And yes, no doubt to others, our ways seem quaint. But today of all days, it is brought home to me : it is not bad thing to celebrate a simple life

And so life in the Zoo goes on very much as it has this past Age, full of its own comings and goings, with change coming slowly. If it comes at all. For things are made to endure in the Zoo passing from one generation to the next. There's always been a Jereality loving the Zoo here in the world. And there always will be.

I'm All Outta Angst

2009-06-30T01:45:00.002-04:00

So, I've been on the computer a whole bunch lately...

When I can get online, which is a rarity, I check the blogs I read, my e-mail, respond to said e-mail, check my facebook, and then I go promptly to my role plays... Those things... they're like my drug. I love them.

Anyway, the title has nothing to do with me running out of angst... I do believe that would be impossible. In fact, I may actually have more angst... It's all a matter of perception, though. Where some see angst, others may see, well, nothing, because their eyes are closed. I have no idea what else you'd see... I'd see angst. Maybe someone else in a similar position, just trying to move ahead. That's what you'd see, trying to get to a better place in a better time...

Unless, of course, you fancy taking quizzes... Quizzes with the question that ask: 'Where do you see yourself in five-ten years?' and you answer: 'Right here.' Then again, you could be perfectly fine with where you are in life, if so, then I congratulate you. I find that hard to accomplish in this economy...

Let's change the subject.

I can't sleep.
It's 1:53 am.

My aunt is coming over tomorrow... today? In ten hours... I'm going to teach her how to straighten her hair. Silliness... She's my favorite aunt, though, so it's totally okay with me. I do have to tidy up my room, though... Ah well...

Side Note, did I tell you all that I have carpal tunnel in my right wrist? I do, and it hurts very badly.

I'm in that in between state... Between tired and awake. My spine hurts, though. It's because I'm laying down, and craning my spine slightly in an odd direction so I can type... and I've been doing it for about five hours. I'm reversing all of my slouching, I guess.

Another note... http://omeagle.com ...You talk to strangers.... It's amazing. Nothing is given out, and you can talk about anything. It's amazing...

It's 2:52 am right now...

The conversation with Stranger is really quite interesting though...
She's a Mormon from France, I believe... She's pretty cool...

More stuff! Ska music, it's amazing! I've been listening to it and the new Green Day album, 21st Century Breakdown...

This is probably the worst post ever...

I need to be more coherent, goodness gracious...

Until next time....

^_6;; Jereality

We Had Some Good Times

2009-06-15T22:49:00.008-04:00

It was Christmas time... that's when Mother put a small, fuzzy Rottweiler puppy on Father's bed. His present. Greta. Her name took a couple of weeks to come up with. She's a pure bred German Rottweiler, so we wanted a German name. We started with Kayla. Greta seemed to fit better.

She was the runt of the litter, Mother said. We could fit her in the pockets of our winter coats when we took her places. Sibling and I had to watch her at night over winter break... When she was old enough, we hired a trainer, got her all trained up... she knows 'sit' and 'lay down' and 'go to bed'... over time we'd ask questions and she'd figure out that they led to things she wanted like 'Do you have to go outside?', 'Want a treat?', 'Wanna go for a walk?'.

Then she had a stroke and an embolism shot down her spine and destroyed the nerves in her right hind leg. Then, we discovered through her genetics she did not have a socket in her hip on the left side, so her leg bone and her hip bone were just scraping together, unconnected. Now, my puppy-minded dog couldn't run without injury.

She seemed to get better though, which was great. Her spirit was high - is high. In her mind, she's still so young. Her body is her downfall. She's sliding on the floors she used to walk fine on, she can't see because of glaucoma and allergies, and all she wants to do is play.

There is nothing more we can do for her. Under the play in her eyes, it's easy to see she is in pain. The only place she can run is in her sleep, and even then, I don't know if she's being chased - so I can't help her there, either.

Greta is my first dog. There were times I said I didn't want her. Times I called her stupid...

Just words.
Just like these.
These won't do anything.
They're not even making me feel better.

This is Greta. We could give her people food. It didn't matter.

She liked bread. Cheese, I think was her favorite. American cheese... from Acme. But if you got it from somewhere, that was cool too. And Peanut butter... add that to any pill we had to give her, and it's gone. Any vegetables were out of the question, though. No one wants vegetables. She once ate a doubled batch of chocolate chip cookies... Pulled them right off the table... Just about 80 cookies, I think.

She is an awesome dog. I love her, I think she knows that.

I remember, when we could walk her around where I live, I'd share my water with her... If I had a lollipop, which I generally did, I'd let her have some. I didn't care. Greta is my dog. She belongs with my family. And everyone who knows her will miss her. Count on it.

There's never going to be another dog like her. She'll sit right in front of you, plop her head in your lap and just stare at you. I love her. I'll miss her.

Sort of Job

2009-05-29T22:03:00.003-04:00

It's actually an internship... sort of, I guess. It is. It's an internship. I'm learning there. It's awesome.

I work at a Zoo now.

It's amazing.

I get tossed around with different keepers from 10 to five.

The first (two days go) day I worked with Allison, and picked with Davey the donkey's poo, and the llamas, and Pig (that's his name). And then we went and scrubbed the houses for when the animals are brought inside. I scrubbed the floors of Primate houses, and a white tiger house and a puma house... it was awesome! Then I played with two month old African Serval kits... Chip and Polka Dot... a small child named them. They're adorable! I love them.

The next day, which was yesterday, I worked with Diana in the Education building, where I pretty much stood still while she spoke to two classes for an hour about (in order of appearance) a bearded dragon (named Rock), a Blue tongued Skink (my favorite type of Skink EVER, and then a Leopard Tortoise (named Tetris, 'cause of his tetris grooved lookin' shell), a soft shelled turtle, then we switch and go to a Screech Owl (named Dexter... he got hit with a car, or flew into a window or something, so now the zoo takes care of him... he's awesome), and then we close with two baby wallabies (Matilda and Heath).

Heath is the younger half brother of Matilda. They're adorable. I play with them. I get to play with them and the baby Servals. That's my job.

No, but really... The other day, I stood in the education room and learned all the information about how the animals are all totally awesome (don't worry, I'll do something special for all of them.. I'll get their pictures, and make up my own education thing just for right here...on my day off, though.) and then I just held Matilda in her 'pouch' because she got upset that Diana took Heath away from her for the presentation... So, I held Matilda, and brought her around for pictures and stuff... It's a good time...

Today, all the aforementioned animals, sans Screech Owl and Soft-shelled turtle were handled by myself. The owl has issues, so he and Diana are working with the avian thing together, and the turtle, well. okay, I'm going to teach you something right now.

This turtle, pictured below is the soft-shelled turtle. It has that snorkle nose so it can breathe when it burrows under the sand for protection from the predators... And Jereality is a predator to it.. luckily, it has great defense... A super long neck it can extend that I was too lazy to grab a picture of that you can google... Their neck, no lie, the one at the zoo, stretches like, five, six inches from the shell. If your finger goes near it, he will snap at it. And it's not 'aw, cute, the turtle is gumming my finger'. It's 'OH MY GOD!' Because turtles and tortoises are closely related to birds anatomically in the sense that they both have beaks.
The turtl's beak below, it's like a pair of scissors. Why would I stick my hand in sand with a pair of angry scissors?

This tortoise on the other hand cannot stretch his neck several inches, and the one we have is about 10-15 pounds, rather than the one that's about the size of a large tea saucer and can brutally scissor-blade attack your fingers, Tetris's beak is like a steak knife. However, he is easier to grab, so I held him... and all was well... I still have all my fingers.

Apparently there is a birthday party tomorrow, I get to hold animals again. I'm so excited. I've heard no one likes the education room because of the reptiles... Pssh, I love reptiles... So, I love the education room... It's totally awesome... But I still want to be around the other animals, too, so I need to make sure I don't concentrate my time with the reptiles and the birds... so I miss out on the rest of the zoo... 'cause I love big cats and the primates are hysterical... and Holly, the bear, so cool. So, we'll see what happens with all that...

I still need to get my papers signed...

-sigh-

Once again...
But still, I got a sort of job! WOO!

^_6;; Jereality
I LOVE ANIMALS!!

When I Don't Do This, It Makes People Sad

2009-05-25T02:38:00.002-04:00

So, here it is!

I haven't posted in a very long time!

I think I"ve been busy... I don't really remember... everything is just a blur. That's not good, I think. Everything, all the days, should definitely be separated and defined. Not blurred, however, they are... for me.

Whatever...

What's been going on?
LOTS!

I saw Star Trek! It was awesome!
Also, I saw Night at the Museum 2! Also Awesome!
I've also discovered Magic the Gathering! More Awesome! Something I that can unite the group together with... we all play it... it's fantastic... I've actually acquired my own deck now, I no longer need to use Onyx's red/green deck... I've got my own blue/white deck... even though I really, REALLY want a black/white deck... because the're totally badass... also I want an Elf Deck... because Elves are the shit.

More on me to come... just not right now, because I"m really tired....

OH! New Green Day CD, 21st Century Breakdown, it's totally amazing! I recommend it to all and to all a good night!

SO, get it!

^_6;; Jereality

I Do Enjoy A Good Story

2009-05-03T16:32:00.003-04:00

I enjoy PEZ as much as the next guy... {Jarod, the Pretender} ... So, when I tell you I got home and saw my
Puss in Boots PEZ dispenser looking at me with such longing, well... I just had to fill 'im up with some Lemon PEZ... Why lemon, you ask... Well, because lemon is my favorite flavor of PEZ. And now, a conversation.

-Dim the lights please, as I sit on my chair... snaps-

Me: i would like some PEZ

Onyx: lol

Onyx: just squeeze an orange into some sugar
same thing

Me: correction: I would like some MORE pez

Onyx: oh my

Me: yes....
see, i have this Puss in Boots dispenser...
and I have two lemon PEZ things...
correction: had

Onyx:lol

Me: I just finished the first one, and loaded up the dispenser again
sugar is delicious when its flavored with artificial sweetener
Also, a fact from me to you

Onyx: lol

Me: I'm glad I don't have an ugly pez dispenser

Onyx: as am i, i assure you

Me: because every time you grab a Pez, it looks like your giving the dispenser a little kiss

Onyx: ...i empty the dispenser out into my hand
or eat the pez from the packets

Me: granted, you give a little crunch afterward, which doesn't quite make sense.... but a kiss nonetheless
nope, I kiss
kiss plastic
Puss in Boots

Onyx: lol

Me: snap his head back, like i'm a vampire, grab the sweetness, and chew away
swallow, and repeat
out of context, this is a terrible conversation...

Onyx: ...it really is. you should blog it

Me: I will. right now

[end scene]

An E-Mail Post, Perhaps

2009-04-28T17:18:00.001-04:00

I don't know if this will work at all. I'm trying to blog from an e-mail. If it doesn't I suppose there is no harm done. No gain... no loss... Well, a small waste of time, I suppose, yes.

I wish I could express to you all how very hot it is. I live on the third floor of a building. An old building built in the 1800's. On campus very much effected by the disease that is terrorizing the planet: Global Warming. I believe we have five fans. Let me count them. One directly blowing air on me and my computer. It's a black Honeywell fan. It's loud. I don't particularly like the noise it creates, however, the cool air is lovely. There are two more fans further to my right... and another below my bunk to my left... what are we at now? Three? I do believe so... There's one across the room... small, a white one... I don't count that as a real fan. It's quite small... But it does move air, so I guess it does count. Four. And now we've got a window fan from a lovely man by the name of 'Audrina's friend'. There are in fact two fans inside of it, so I was mistaken. We've got six fans total. That's lovely. I think everyone else in the dorm only has one or two.

It is my contention we've got the coolest climate in my dorm.

I wonder when the masses will realize this...

It feels like a wonderful spring day in this room sometimes, when I tune out the noise the fan is making... the cool air and the sunlight...

It's lovely.

I leave my body and I go to a field. I've been there before, when I was taking a test I went there - the first time, accidentally I stumbled upon it. I rest there.... and then I return back to the dorm... where the computer is hot on my legs, and I'm reminded that the internal fan isn't working properly... I should get it looked at....

Keep hydrated.
At least the walls aren't sweating yet.

^_6;; Jereality

Spring Break: The Trek

2009-03-19T22:11:00.005-04:00

Today, I woke up at 7:30 to eat breakfast at eight because we needed to do our tour thing at ten something. So, I got up and dressed and straightened my hair and such, and then went downstairs to eat. Edwina and Jon had set up the table for our breakfast, I had cereal, Special K, to be exact, and also, a croissant. And also some orange juice and some coffee. Yum. After breakfast with our other Bed and Breakfast-ers from Alaska, we all walked with Jo^hn^(?) to the trolley place so we could go to New Orleans. We waited a few minutes for our trolley since we just missed the one that was there when we walked up, it's okay though, because they circulate enough trolleys to have all the stops visited once every five minutes. I would know, Jon printed out a sheet of all the trolley stops for me, along with a map of the French Quarter, where we would be spending our day.

So, as soon as our trolley came up, Jon left and we boarded, and I paid five dollars for the four of us (because it's $1.25 a person) and we all sat down. Turns out we got the trolley in training because, well, our trolley driver was in training. The man in the purple shirt who instructed him seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this particular morning, because he was the least happy camper I had seen yet. Our History Tour started at 10:00 in the back of a voodoo shop between Royal Street and Bourbon Street... Where were on the trolley at ten o'clock. We got off the trolley at ten o'three -ish. And we still had about seven blocks to go. But it was A-okay, because the family of Jereality is well versed in the forced march. We got to the back of that voodoo shop at around 10:07 ish to see a crazy woman (CW) dressed all in black, except for her shirt which had only the white words 'Haunted History Tours' (which is the tour we were on) handing out stickers to designate tour-goers. Yay! We got our stickers! I still have mine, by the way... mmhmm.

CW took us down a few streets in the French Quarter, explaining why the deceased needed to be burried above ground rather than underground. It's because of the water... See, if they were careful, a couple months later 'aunt marie' would come floating on by the dinner table, and 'while in life her conversation was riveting, now, it's kind of lacking...' (That's what CW said, I thought it was quite funny)

Then I saw a 'lady of the night', but if we had to ask, it was a man... That's what CW said. They (New Orlean-ers) have a thing called the Blotter, or something and one of them is "If you have to ask, it's a man." So, I saw a 'la-man of the night' and took a clandestine picture, good times. Silliness.

After that, we went to the St. Louis Cemetery One. There, we saw that people were 'buried' (for lack of a better word) in wall tombs. [because I can't say entombed and tombs in the same sentence, it's just awkward] They were neat looking. Entire families were entombed in the wall...tombs. They place the deceased in a coffin and put the coffin in the tomb for a year and a day out of respect for the dead and also legal reasons because you can't sue them if the person wasn't really dead if it was a day after a year [I think that was it]... I don't remember... Anyway, after we went through the whole cemetery, we were finished with the tour.

We followed our tour guide to some free food behind the St. Louis Cathedral to which Sibling turned her nose up to... Which was understandable because it looked as if the food had been sitting out for quite a while. So, our group of four turned tail and moved to the front of the cathedral, looking around and walking around the french quarter for something to eat. Finally, we got to a place called Muriel's. It's in Jackson square, a lovely open air bistro... I had a seafood au gratin... It was delicious. After we ate, we all walked around the French Quarter for a very long time. Sibling bought a piece of art work, then I bought a third and mom bought 2 thirds of a piece of art work... and there was a man dressed and painted all in silver who sounded like a robot...

Eventually, we wound up at Cafe du Monde, a very, very busy cafe that is famous for its beignets - a square, hot, french doughnut covered in mounds of powdered sugar. They're delicious. By the time we were eating our beignets, however, the group was tired of itself, and we all just needed a rest... We had been walking around looking at various museum-esque things. We went through a Zulu museum, and we went through an 1850's house - which is exactly what it sounds like, and then we went through a history of New Orleans type of museum, which gave the history of New Orleans... It was lots of fun... Mostly, we people watched through the large windows... We excel at people watching. If I posted pictures of actual people, I'd show you... but I don't, because that kind of creeps me out... Anyway...

After we ate at Cafe du Monde, we went and relaxed in the park in the French Quarter, Sibling laid on the ground like a crazy person... Mother laid on the bench, then Liz laid on the ground, and I sat on the bench. Because I'm alert, and looking out for people who want to take our stuff. Our visit was cut short, however, because some man closed the park... So then we went to the St. Louis Cathedral and played cards on the step... It was lots of fun, and then we went on our Vampire Tour!

I can't do the tour justice, I can just tell you that it was awesome! If you click on 'Vampire Tour' it will take you somewhere else that described what I did... Except I don't know who their tour guide was... Our Vampire.... tour guide was Tony, that was his real name, so when you all go to New Orleans, you can go and request him. He was really quite entertaining. I had an amazing time... Except the part where at the Zodiac/Axeman/Tony's Favorite House my right contact decided dry out and make my eye itch and fall out. It was awesome... I listened to wonderful Tony speak about the most amazing things... with blurred vision. Awesome.

And then the tour was over around... I don't remember, ten-thirty? Mother had the map, she said we should go straight, Liz asked to see the map, she agreed, led the way. I should have looked at the map. We wound up walking for a good half hour, forty minutes... in the wrong direction, me with blurred vision... I was less than pleased. Eventually, we turned around and walked back toward the French Quarter.. but the damage was done, and Mother was annoyed so we wound up taking a cab back to the bed and breakfast... Ah, good times...

Quote:

While Playing Cards on the steps of the Cathedral. A large group walks past, we needed to know which tour it was...

Sibling: Excuse me. Which tour is that? Excuse me? Hello? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

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In the beginning of the Vampire Tour, gauging our knowledge of vampire's, Tony asked us if we knew the ways to finish off a vampire. The first three steps were called out.
Tony: I'll be really impressed if anyone knows step four
-silence-
Me: -whispers to Liz- It's water...
-silence-
Liz: Say it
Tony: Anyone?
Me: Water. Sprinkle the ashes in fast moving water...
Tony...the Vampire: -stares- I'm going to be...over here

Spring Break: The Zoo Ba Dum Cha

2009-03-18T01:26:00.001-04:00

Today I woke up at 7:30 in the morning, ate a breakfast of 'Fruity O's' and a bisquit, and went and took a walk on the beach with Sibling and Liz. It was a great morning. Also, I discovered I got sunburned yesterday on the boat, yeap, on my neck/shoulder region. It hurts a lot because I use that skin spot to hold bags... Oh well, I'll tough it out... what's a little pain, eh? So, after our walk on the beach - which ended approximately around 9:00, because we needed to get Mother tea - we went back to the hotel room got showered, and packed to go, and left by 10:35 for the Alabama Gulf Coast Zoo.

We drove for about twelve minutes before pulling up to the small enclosure area, and in my head I was thinking 'it looks bigger on TV'. Sibling merely said "this is it...?" So, I ignored the size of the zoo, since I already knew what was inside and that it had to be a bit larger on the inside, we walked inside and told the woman behind the counter that we had scheduled a meeting with Patti Hall, the director. Patti had just gotten to the zoo, and was in a meeting though, so the woman behind the counter said we could just walk around the zoo ourselves and then if we didn't bump into Patti around there, she'd be by the gift shop later.

So, we did just that. Walking around the first things we saw were the lemurs on Lemur Island. They don't have a fence around Lemur Island, it's just an island... Lemurs don't like water, so they stay on the land. After the lemurs, we crossed a little bridge thing, two our left side -while on the bridge- was a turtle, and on our right were three alligators. Then we made a sharp left to look at Lemur Island some more and some ducks... and a swan named Romeo [who on the Series is a jerk...] after that I saw a bear, but I didn't know if it was Milley or Buddha, the two resident Black bears, so we went closer to them and took some pictures of them. After that, we went through the -what I am going to call- the Aviatrix, which housed about twenty or so exotic birds. The strangest one was the Coocoobara, they make a strange noise - I had seen one before on Jimmy Fallon's new show.

We left the birds, and then saw some kind of...deer thing.... I don't know, but Liz pet it. Then I moved on and took a picture of a peacock and then I took a picture of Lady (a lioness) and then I saw some coatimundis (coati), but they were sort of sleeping so I really couldn't see them. And then I saw some capuchin monkeys one was Michael, one was Crunch and the other was Kunda... she was blonde... I'd never seen him before... And then I bypassed the goats and the deer and the llama looking things and the emu bird and went toward Chuckie, a gigantic alligator. I took two pictures of him him. Did you know, that during Hurricane Ivan (the first hurricane the Alabama Gulf Coast Zoo went through, Chuckie was lost! He was later found and such, but, boy, that's scary...)

After Chuckie, we moved and then I saw Rajah and Rani, a white tiger and a 'regular' tiger. Cool stories to follow... Anyway, Liz and I tried to boof them over to us, which is pretty much what it sounds like when you say it out loud. But like 'BoOoOoooOooffuh'. With those inflections and things, too. After those tigers, I continued along and found Umba, Mandril Baboon. After Umba, I saw Katrina and Chaca, two spotted black leopards. Then I walked further on that path and saw some wallabys, and I snagged some pictures of them. Then I meandered on over to where Simba and Cici, the two Barbary lions that the zoo has. They're awesome... except Barbary lions are extinct in the wild, and Simba is completely amazing, and everyone wants a piece of him for their zoo, so that should give the Little Zoo That Could some more publicity.
Then, as we finished up the circle, walking back up to the entrance, Patti Hall waved at me, and I waved back and I said, "Liz! Patti Hall is waving to me! How did she knows it was us? Do we dress funny? It's because we're from Jersey? Patti Hall is psychic!" She then greeted us and my party and the couple people that came on the tour with us. Then, we spoke for a few moments and then moved to go and watch some ghost tigers (there's only thirty in the whole world, and the Alabama Gulf Coast Zoo has two, it's a double recessive gene...) get their nails clipped. It was cute, they were growling a little bit.. adorable - I got to pet one.

Then Patti led us to a large cage, with two special needs Capuchin monkeys inside: Trey and Lulu. Trey did not want to come out and play, but Lulu sure did. In fact, as soon as the cage door opened, she was out onto Patti's arm and then onto my shoulder and then my dome. Needless to say, I'm glad and proud and stuff to be the first person not zoo related to have had been jumped on. Anyway, Lulu jumped around for a good twenty to thirty minutes, cameras flashing all around, but she mainly kept to my neck, camera and head, Liz's face, Sibling's arms and Mother's shoulder...once. Lulu had a strange habit of jumping from a strange woman beside me to the cage, wrapping her tail around my neck to turn and then swinging herself into the bushes behind me... It was so cool to see, I tell you what...

After we put Lulu back in the box with Trey, we moved on to the back lot area where we followed Patti and saw an older Capuchin monkey pair. I clearly saw that the male older capuchin monkeys are in fact, obnoxious 'butt holes'. The female was lovely, all calm and peaceful... she did, however, steal the piece of fruit the male worked so hard to throw things around to get... Ah well... After that we saw a male peacock and a female peahen standoff! Patti called it a 'Mexican Standoff', so I'm telling you, the reader.... yeah.

Oh! My! GOSH! After that we went inside this little area house place where all the food is prepared, and I saw the meat delivery, a box was labeled 'neck' and another 'wing', Patti said that the meat was cut up into quarters, and then she opened up another little room that looked like it was made out of thin pieces of wood... Yeah, painted black... with a door. We kicked off our shoes, and then hopped in a room with three baby kangaroos! One was eight months old, another was seven months old and the other was six months old. The five month old was feeling a little bit sickly, so was unable to join the others and us in the visitor area. So, I held .... Liz and I and Sibling held a baby kangaroo, her name was [still is, but we're not there anymore, so it's past tense] Matilda, they called her Tilly. And then after that, I put my shoes back on, cleaned my hands and then Patti was like "I'm gonna do something else with you guys."

Liz and I were shocked and amazing, more things to do! Inconceivable! So then she finally let the cat out of the bag, what're we going to do? Feed some tigers! See? Remember when I said that there would be some more fun stories to tell? I told you! Yes, Sibling, Liz and I all bottle fed milk to a tiger. Sibling fed Salt, who was placed with Pepper in their own enclosure. While Liz and I fed Rajah and Rani, in another enclosure. After each time we fed them, we boofed at them, and placed our hands and faces up against the fence and the tigers spoke to us, it was amazing!

One of the most awesome experiences of my life! Felines are so amazing! After we were done playing with Rajah and Rani, Patti moved us all to Simba and Cici's enclosure, and we all got to take really good pictures of Simba because he was then put into a separate area where he pretty much schmoozed everyone. Apparently, he's a big baby, and is in love with attention. Which, by the way, for a gigantic Barbary Lion is hysterical. He was quite talkative, too, responding in whatever noise he could to what Patti was saying... So cool...

But after that... after that, the tour ended, and we had to leave...

And it was sad...

I didn't like leaving...

But Patti said that we should call next time, and be Zoo Keepers for a day, which would be amazing - since that's what I"m planning on doing as my career anyway. So, now I have her business card, which she said I could have, a bright green and white Alabama Gulf Coast Zoo T-Shirt, a plush cat, a magnet, and over 800 pictures...

After the zoo, and after eating at a nearby place - where I got steak, which was the worst steak I got on the trip... much too much pepper - we drove to Louisiana... We scheduled a Ghost Tour for six o'clock, however, we left lunch/dinner around 4 thirty and we wound up getting into Louisiana at 6:20-ish. Unfortunately, I had to call the tour place and cancel it, which meant I didn't get to see my ghostie locations. That's alright, I guess, I mean, it's not like I won't be traveling there again.

Once we arrived in Louisiana, we went immediately to our Bed and Breakfast which was called Chez Ellie Marie, and is run by Jon and Edwina Figaro. We dropped all of our stuff off there, got a brief tour and had a sit down chat with the both of them for about twenty to thirty minutes.
It was a great conversation, topics ranged from morals and respect to the Zulu coconuts (Edwina's father was a high ranking member, I think she said - they paint coconuts and throw them at people during Mardi Gras. They don't throw them anymore, they caused physical pain or something, who knew?) We also spoke about what we were doing in Louisiana, what we did in Alabama, the tours we were going to take, and then I stopped listening to what Edwina, Liz and Sibling were saying because Jon came back with directions on how to use the trolley and how to get to the French Quarter.

After that, we asked about where we could eat. Just down the street a little bit, there was a place, so, we ate there. It was called La Granada, and it was delicious! I had a lamb shank. Liz said I ordered it because I like to say shank. That is false, it was because I didn't want to get the steak... because lamb was on the menu, and I often do not get the option for lamb, so, when the option was offered, I chose it.

After we ate, we went back to Chez Ellie Marie and slept... except I went on a crazy rant about how Hoo doo heard about a whole bunch in the Louisiana area... So, I creeped myself, Liz and Sibling out with that. It was awesome. Now, we sleep.

Spring Break: The Awakening

2009-03-17T22:19:00.003-04:00

Today I didn't wake up until 9:25, and it was glorious! When I finally did wake up, I got a shower and then I heated up some of the meaty beef tip things that I didn't eat last night - I had those for breakfast, and a roll... and also a brownie. By that time it was eleven o'clock and Mother said we needed to get me sunglasses because we could be on a boat, and with the sudden bright and beautiful day, well, the sun would be quite loud in my eyes. So, we went to a place called Alvin's Island and I got a pair of sunglasses and Mother got her hat... And Sibling got a cup, and we all got Henna type things. Mother, Sibling and I got matching lizards on our arms, I'll show you a picture.

So, after we left we drove to Flipper 2, a place where we would be Dolphin Watching. When we got there, we all got free ice cream from a place called Flippers Seafood & Oysterbar and then we were all told to get on the boat. So, we got on the boat and went all the way to the front, which is called the bow. When Richard who was our Captain pulled out of the dock, we clambered up from the hull area and onto the top portion and pretended we were on Titanic... except for the sinking and the death and the "Don't let go, Jack!"

But it was amazing, the weather was beautiful, the sky was clear blue and the water bluish looking and amazing, totally amazing. I saw probably nine pods of dolphins or so, and took about 60 some pictures... because I brought the lesser of my two memory cards... not even a whole gig... So, we rode it out for two hours and it was an awesome time. Then we ate at the place we got the free ice cream at and I got steak. It was pretty good, not as good as Calypso Joe's, but still really good.

After that, we came back to the hotel and I took a nap. It was great. It was such a fantastic day. Tomorrow, we go to the zoo - I'm so excited! Here's some of what I saw today!

Spring Break: The Downpour

2009-03-16T23:37:00.004-04:00

My eyes opened today for the first time at approximately 6:30 in the morning to Sibling and Mother laughing and talking about nothing really in particular, and then I don't know ht really happened, I must've fallen back to sleep because again at 7:20-ish, I hear Mother almost trip over the sundries bag that is laying on the floor... Why they woke up so ungodly early was and is beyond me, but I've grown to accept that they are strange people.

Anyway, after they were loud, those two got breakfast and eventually roped Liz into going on a morning beach walk. I declined, and decided to sleep for an extra twenty to thirty minutes. I obviously needed it. I still nee more sleep, I'm very tired. I'm anticipating sleep this evening, very much. Anyway! After they all came back from their walk, I ate breakfast... a bagel and some cream cheese and I called the zoo I mentioned in the post below this one. They were closed for a little while today because of the rain. So, that's when we discovered the rain. Luckily, we had a whole bunch of brochures and looked at them and decided to go into Mobile, Alabama for the day.

So, we drove to Mobile and went to the Museum of Mobile where we learned about slavery in the town of Mobile and life 'way back when'. Also, we discovered that when Mother, Sibling, Liz and I are placed in a room all by ourselves with children's activities, we will indulge ourselves. For instance, there was an activity that required teamwork to make an archway and a keystone type of project... we did that, then, Sibling organized the fake fish while Mother and I organized the fake vegetable and fruit displays on the fake market street. Then, right before the group of young children came in, we wrote all over the already written on white boards things about how New Jersey is the best, and how 'we were here'.

Then we went upstairs where we saw a whole bunch of Mardi Gras things. I learned that different towns have different colors for their parades and such. Purple is for power, green is for pride and gold is for wealth, or something... Then we messed with some buttons that made some very loud noises, such as bombs... True story, I blew up an entire facility with the click of a red button, I'll show you on the pictures. It told us about an explosion in a munitions factory a couple days/weeks after a war ended. Then we found the reason we came to the museum: Pirates! There, we learned about piracy and different stories on pirates and different trade routes they terrorized, and I learned how to tie a Reef Knot and I found buried treasure that I had to throw back into the the little sand box... Good times. Then we moved into a room with five miniature houses, which were beautiful! They're on Sibling's camera, because her's takes better pictures like that - pictures through plastic... mine has a terrible glare. [ I plan on making the houses in The Sims, they're going to be awesome!]

During that, however, Liz got a phone call from Patti Hall, the director of the Alabama Gulf Coast Zoo and we are going to actually see her on Wednesday around eleven, I think... I think that's the plan that's going on. I'm so excited! Anyway, after the little houses, we moved the to gift shop and picked up a few things, for instance, where to go for food, since we were about to eat a person.

The kindly old woman directed us to Three Georges, where we can, in fact eat one of six real food options. I'm not knocking it, it was tasty. Not somewhere I'd recommend if you're hungry enough to eat someone though, and, as stated above - we were. No matter. After we ate, we drove through more rain, and decided to go to the Gulf Coast Exploreum Science Center. It's a hands on, play with science and stuff place. I thought it would be "oh, look, a sand box".

No, this place was awesome. We walked in, and bought tickets and stuff and then met this woman whose name might have been Jennifer, who was a splendid woman who once upon a time lived in Jersey. She gave us little credit card looking things that we used to go around the main floor of the place and do all kinds of fun activities with. We placed the card into the machine of our choice and did the activity, like stand on a platform and a tube thing squirted out fake blood into a bigger tube thing and it measured how much blood was in you depending on how much you weighed... or something, I didn't really read it, I just thought it was interesting that someone decided "Hey, let's manufacture something that looks like a bleeding garden house and say let's make it educational." And another thing we did was looks at pig lungs, and we also saw a cow's eye and I made a skeleton move via excise bike, and I listened to my pulse with a microphone stethoscope, and also my reflex thing is about 21 - 25 hundredths of a second!

Oh My GOSH! JEREALITY! YOU'RE A SPEED DEMON! I know that's what you're thinking, and yes, you're right. I am. Now, if you could please not interrupt, I'd be glad to continue on with my story.
After we - OH WAIT! I did surgery. I did some virtual knee surgery, my patient survived, naturally. Anyway, after we demolished that floor with our excellence, we decided to grace the floor of the second with our presence. And grace it we did! I'm glad we did, too - that floor was amazing! First, I wasn't impressed, because I saw microscopes. And I was like ".......[dramatic pause].......NO!" and then I sat down on a chair, then Liz sat down beside me, and I turned and looked at her and went "Dissecting microscope?" and then I left after some words were exchanged.
Mother and I then moved to this thing that was strange looking, and actually, I don't remember actually what happened in the three to seven minutes I wandered around aimlessly, lost in the abyss of my mind whilst the people around me did their science. No, really, though. I don't remember what happened, but suddenly I remember standing next to Liz and seeing Mother materializing into space on a small tv screen in front of me. It was pretty neat. We played around with the TV screen thing for a little bit before we went our separate ways, Liz and Sibling doing something with making fish while Mother and I went and took a picture of our heat reflections and went to go play with electricity.

After that we all played with magnets. And then we played with dinosaurs and scenes and stuff... I felt like HalfCyborg for a good twenty minutes, with all the stop motion, it was intense! I'm not going to put my masterpiece up here because it's a grand total of four seconds long with a six second introduction. And then all of a sudden a woman came around and said "we're about to close in ten minutes"

"....what? O_o"

I was having so much fun, and she had to come along and ruin it with her closing times. (-_-) Meanie. So then we left, and went back to the van and drove back to the hotel. Well, no... we drove in the direction we thought the hotel was in. See, when you go West to originally go to a location, you then can't go west to get back to the starting point, you need to go east. Didn't get the memo for this trip...

So, we're driving, and running out of gas and suddenly, we're where we've never been before. "Barbie's dreamhouse land", as Liz just called it. I have a picture, so you'll believe me. So, we turned around from there, and then drove some more, mostly looking for a gas station as we were on E. So, we drove for a few minutes when all of a sudden shouts of "WHOOOO!!!!!! NEW JERSEYY!!!!!!" A chorus, actually. Naturally, we're all shocked and we look to our left, there's a jeep looking car truck thing... I don't know, but it was filled to maximum capacity and then some with guys whooping and shouting and dancing about how we were from Jersey. Made my night. We left them, because they followed us for a while, we called them the Stalker boys, and then got some gas for the car...

THEN we went to the hotel. Then we decided we would go and get some food. However, the world decided against that. The world plotted against us and said "NO! NO YOU WILL NOT EAT THIS EVENING! EVERYONE SHALL EAT BUT YOU!" And I said "but, but World, please, we're but lowly travelers on the great expanse that is you..." and World replied in a deep billowy voice "NO! NO ONE IN YOUR VEHICLE SHALL EAT THIS EVENING FROM A RESTAURANT! IF YOU EAT TONIGHT YOU WILL SUFFER!" And I said nothing.

Four times we drove up and down the stretch of road. Twice across a bridge. Twice into a parking lot. Once we pulled into the final parking lot and looked at our destination, 'Brunos: Supermarket', we knew that our restaurant outing was destroyed. So, we walked in, grabbed two bowls of macaroni and cheese, one for me and one for Liz, Mother and Sibling grabbed a pulled pork thing to share and I also was given some sort of meat thing because I vowed to have steak every night this evening.

I inhaled the macaroni and cheese. I feel horrible. We also bought ice cream, pound cake and a cookie cake, which I have just eaten a piece of... I'm going to die much faster than expected. Also, I now have a midnight bed time. Which is closing in fast! Good thing I ended the day already, eh?
It rained. All. Day. Long.
Time for pictures!

Spring Break: The Beginnings

2009-03-15T22:03:00.004-04:00

-BOOM BOOM- "Everyone, RUN!" -insert screams here- "It's gaining on us!" -fade to black
[Voiceover: They thought it would be a normal Spring Break Vacation, little did they know what they were really getting into. Jereality, Mother, Sibling and Liz on a drive from Jersey to Alabama... this, this is their story]

At nine o'clock Saturday morning, March 14th, Mother came to my room and woke me up. It was time to get the rental van. The rental van is a 2009 Town and Country, I think and it's got all kinds of bells and whistles and such... to the point Sibling and Liz don't even have to open the doors manually, they just have to click a button also... Satalite radio, which is sort of fun to play with when I'm not making everyone listen to my iPod. Anyway, we all piled into the van after packing everything. The contents of our Rent-A-Van include a leather computer bag which stores my life, my clothes bag, Liz's clothes bag, Mother's clothes bag, Sibling's clothes bag, a large cooler, a small cooler... Also, Mother's got a purse, Sibling's got a purse and I have another amazing computer bag with a little robot on it.

After we piled in we drove a few minutes to get to Father's place of work where we received from him four turkey sandwiches and a container of brownies. We said our good byes, and on the adventure we began. We drove through south, through New Jersey on various versions of I-85, through Delaware, AROUND Washington DC because it's painful to navigate there, then Maryland, Virginia, a little bit of West Virginia I think, and then through North and South Carolina.

Meanwhile, it's raining buckets and we're on a major artery, all around people who think they're the only ones on the road. It was crazy. I had to turn up the volume and stuff on the radio so we (Mother and I) could stay awake, because by this time it was 3 in the morning and we had been driving for 12 hours.

So, when we get into Georgia we decided we'd stay at some hotel for the night. We did, which was great because we all needed proper sleep since one of my favorite quotes from the ride is [Me: "Hey!";;; Mother: "I was just resting them!"]

We got to the hotel there, and Liz and I are all giggly because it is now four thirty in the morning and that's what happens when we stay up all day. Except Liz and Sibling slept the whole ride.... Liz also got up at one in the afternoon... Regardless, we were all quite sleepy. So, we got all of our things and made our way up to our room in a hotel that looked like the inside of a bee hive. I swear, I thought the Queen Bee would pop out of a room and start shooing away little copies...

This morning, around 9 in the morning again, Mother woke me up... It was time for breakfast. I had steak and eggs. It was delicious. After that, we had some drama checking out of the hotel and getting our vehicle out of the mandatory valet parking. After all of that happened, we restocked our vehicle with all of our belongings and drove some more - we were on the road by one. From Georgia we went straight for Alabama. Which was great. By 6 we were in Alabama near our hotel area.

Cool thing that happened at one of the stop lights here... A car pulled up next to us, and our windows are rolled down because the weather in Alabama is awesome, and a woman goes "Hey, ya'll just drive down from New Jersey?" and we were all "yeah!" and we had an entire conversation for a good three hundred feet after the light turned green, going the same speed about where we were going. It was very nice, quite hospitable.

Finally, we found our hotel... it's right before a place called Souvenir City... The fireman we asked said if we passed that, we'd gone too far.... He was right. So, we all got into our hotel... it's the smallest hotel in the line of hotels along the beach. Also, it's pink. Also, I have to share a bed. I'm not good with sharing. Whatever, at least I'm here, and having an awesome time so far.

After we dumped our stuff into the room, we decided to ask our concierge front-desk man to see what we should do about food for dinner. He sent us to a place called Calypso Joe's , so, we went there. It was muggy out, a little, so we sat outside because inside would have bee even worse. Especially since it's Spring Break everywhere and the stupid people are out to play. Especially the people with children who have no control over them. The parental advising pretty much went like this:
Parent: Sit down, or else!
Child: Hmm...
Parent: Hmm, Sit down.
Child: Hmm, No.

and

Something that pretty much went along the basis of if you don't come here now, I'm going to call you to come here again. It was ridiculous. I'm kind of upset that I'm not young enough to act the way I do in front of the parents who let their children run a muck. Anyway, dinner was great... I had steak again. I'm big into meat.

Later, we contemplated dining and ditching (we didn't) and then came back to the hotel and grabbed some brochures for the following couple of days before we move along to Louisiana.

So, at the moment, it is eleven:eleven in Alabama at home, it is 12:11 ... I should be getting some sleep tomorrow. We're going to the Alabama Gulf Coast Zoo tomorrow - it's pretty much the thing that sparked the vacation, then it just kind of morphed into this big amazing fun time happy adventure.

More to come at a later date. Now, for some pictures!

Dreams and Medieval Times

2009-03-02T19:00:00.004-05:00

I love Medieval Times. Over this weekend, I went over to Liz's house rather than going to my house - which is okay, since I was going to stay at the school anyway. So, we took the train there... You know, the train that I take to go home on the weekends? Well, we took that train to where I usually stop, which is six dollars total, then we moved to take a train to Trenton... which was nine dollars, but I had to pay for Liz, 'cause she lost her money [which we later found in her glasses case], so that was nineteen... Then we stopped at that station and walked around all confused-like before we found where needed to go. What we did not know was that we needed to buy tickets. We found out because the conductor man came around and was all "boarding pass?" and Liz and I looked at each other and then back at him, to which he went as he scruntched his face "you don't have the tickets...?" "No..." "Oh, well that's five dollars extra... So...that's thirty five dollars"

Luckily, I took out sixty for this adventure, and had enough to cover it. Phew.

Then we were picked up by Liz's father, and taken to his house. Then, that night we went to a basketball game. Now, I know exactly what you are thinking. "Jereality? Basketball game? Whaaaaat?" Yes, I went to the basketball game of Liz's high school and some other team. They lost, though...37 -41. We stayed there the night and Liz got her new computer since her original one sort of died in her lap.... It was depressing, really... Anyway, she got her new laptop and things were well and good. Then, we went to Liz's mom's house and such and then I slept.

The next morning, we went to Liz's youngest sister's basketball game. Now, I know what you're thinking "Another basketball game?!" Yes, another game. After that, we went [oh, those Lucky Leprachans won their basketball game - that's the youngest sister's team] After that we went back to Liz's mom's house and had grilled cheese and then I think I took a nap... And then when I woke up we went to Medieval Times! It was so much fun!

We rooted for red and yellow, it was so awesome! I ate half a chicken there, and a rib and a potato and some soup and two pieces of garlic bread [because there were extras]... Delicious... Ah, crazy... Awesome, awesome times. After that, we went back to Liz's house and watched some TV and then I slept. And I had the weirdest dream!

It started out with my uncle Jim talking to me about how my blog titles and then he left. So, me and Liz started to brainstorm ideas when Audrina came in the room said a few things and then was attacked by a dog thing! So me and Liz freak out and escape through the window. Audrina is dead for sure. So, me and Liz are looking up at the window and the dog thing is looking out of it, down at us... and it has a crazy Chesire cat smile and stared at us and then went back inside.
Then we go and look for help and find Dean Winchester, so we take him to the scene and there is no sign of anything. So, I turn to point to where something was and I look back and Dean is attacking Liz! So I picked up a book or a shoe or something [-it changed shape-] and turned back to look at Liz... but when I did, I saw that she didn't have any lips anymore and she was dead. I turned around again, to see Audrina's body behind a chair, again, no lips... So I looked for Dean but as I turned, he attacked me and I was thrown to the ground. He dropped beside me, his face changing shapes into my Uncle Jim and the dog thing and back to Dean. I hit him in the head, and then for some odd reason grabbed the skin on his face and started to pull it and he wound up looking the blue guy from those Ben Ten cartoons... Except he wasn't blue, but all red and covered in muscle and tissue and stuff...and his eyes were all bulgy and yellow...

And then I woke up... Yep.... That's about it...
Weirdest dream I've had this month...
I'll keep you filled in;;

Sweet Dreams and Pleasant Nightmares
^_6;;Jereality

The Headcase and the Lunch Lady...

2009-02-22T02:37:00.002-05:00

Quote of the Day:
Father: Watch this...
-drives through a stright lane and moves to make a left hand turn, cutting in front of the left turn lane-
[-enter police siren- bweup bweup]
Father: -rolls down window- Yes?
Policeman: Trying to make a left?
Father: Yeah, everyone's trying to make a left.
Policeman: But you cut off all those people.
Father: No.
Policeman: Okay. -drives away-

Yes, we did cut off all of those people. Weird....

New York

2009-02-19T00:44:00.002-05:00

Alrighty, you guys!

I meant to post earlier and have meant to post more frequently since the year started... However, I've been quite lethargic and apathetic to most everything around me. I do hope that those feelings go away. I've been meaning to post since I got back, but I went to New York with me familia the thirteenth through the fifteenth. Wait! Backstory really quick. For Christmas, Sibling and I got tickets to see Mary Poppins on Broadway. In the beginning when the rumor of the gift had begun to circulate through my house, I wasn't too thrilled. And then I remembered that I love Mary Poppins, and began to grow excited. When we finall got the tickets and Mother and Father told us that we had been upgraded to better seats, well, I was elated! And then, later, we were upgraded again because of some magical Triple A thing or something. Backstory over - here we are now, in the recent past.

Okay, so on Thursday, February 12th I took the train home per usual and was picked up by Father. I got home did the shower thing, and packed some more for New York. Friday the 13th happened and the family left our home in the hands of cousin Scotty, his grilfriend and her daughter. Splendid people. They also took care of Greta, the family dog... She's got colitis again...so she had a strict diet. Anyway!

Father, Mother, Sibling and I were driven to the station where I had been several hours previously, and waited for our nine o'clock train... So, we waited and I got an Auntie Anne's pretzle... and got a little bit sick because I'm not entirely used to eating such high-in-grease, bad for your heart and veins food... It was delicious, though... Totally worth the stomach ache.

And then we got on the train, and sat for a couple hours until we got to our destination. Then, Mother, Father, Sibling and I got our stuff and walked eight or nine blocks from the station where we 'landed'. We got to our hotel and checked in and stuff, then I took a nap because Mother worked the night before and I had taken dramamine and was sleepy. Meanwhile, Sibling and Father took a walk.

When they came back and Mother and I were awake we walked around New York. I took a whole bunch of pictures and then we were stopped by a guy asking us if we liked comedy. Father said yes, and I looked at the list of comedians. I recognized one of them, Jessica Kirson, she came to my Collegiate place of Learning and made us all forget that we were unhappy for an hour and a half.

So, I told Father that she was funny, and Sibling whispered to me that she didn't want to go. I said 'yes, you do', and then we bought tickets for the show. After we ate at a place the man we got tickets from recommended, we made our way to the venue where the Funny was going to happen. And, indeed, we had fun. We laughed till we cried. The MC was funny, the comics were funny, some of them weren't as funny as others, however, I still managed to give them a chuckle. In fact, there was a british guy who was very funny, the only thing I can remember at the moment is how he said his vernacular changed moving from England to the Bronx. He said he would once say that "he was just going to go to his flat," and now he said "I'm going to take my white cracker ass up to my crib, dawg."

Ah, he was very funny. I recommened seeing the comedy things in New York.... at least the one I went to... I don't remember what it was called, but I'm sure I will be able to tell you eventually.

After that we went back to the room, and slept. The next morning, we woke up and walked around looking for a place called the Petrossean, we ate breakfast there. It was tasty, I had Breoche French toast with banana whipped cream and fresh berries. Although, I don't like the little blueberries and raspberries and other third berry that I don't remember, everything else was great. Sibling had smoked salmon and a kind of bagel thing croissant or something... Father had a whole bunch of different kinds of breads and jams, and I think Mother had some kind of beef stew in a croissant or something... Very tasty...

Anyway, after that, we walked around some more and I took more pictures and then we got ready for the play. After we got dressed, we walked [-we walked everywhere, not once did we step into a cab, it was awesome!-] to the New Amsterdam, and got our seats. The theatre itself was glorious. Sibling and I took pictures, I'll post them eventually. Let's move on.

Mary Poppins was amazing! The set was fantastic, the costumes were amazing, the kids who played Michael and Jane were fabulous - such skill in such tiny people - and the other cast members were amazing to watch. The man who played Bert looked like Colin Farrel and it was awesome to watch him move about. And the woman who played Mary Poppins did an amazing job, and it was just an all around fabulous time... The only bothersome thing was the people who sat behind us. An entire row of drunkards who brought their alcohol in plastic cups, and talked the entire time about how much they loved Mary Poppins . Sibling and I huffed throughout the play, hoping they would notice. However, when they didn't seem to catch our back looks and huffs, I decided to take it upon myself to enjoy the play. So, with Father sitting to my right, Sibling on my left and mother to her left, I turned to face the two who were making most of the noise and said in my most polite of voices: "Could you please be quiet."

Now, if you know me personally, like how Father and Sibling do, what that really sounded like was: "could you please shut your fucking mouths, you're being fucking rude and nobody cares how well you think you can sing opera to these songs you fat drunk lunatics." That's what it sounded like to me, and I said it. They got the message, Father smiled, Sibling chuckled softly... Mother didn't until Sibling told her what I did... Ah, good times...

After the play, we all got up, Father bought me the Soundtrack which I've listened to every day since the adventure - I even put the music on the Sims, so when I play I can still listen. After the play, we went to the Stardust Diner and got some food while we were serendaded by the diner's singing waitstaff. They're quite good. So good, that we went there the next day for breakfast... Ah, good times. There are fifteen singing waitstaff who divy up money that is placed in a bucket to pay for their singing and dancing lessons so they can become big stars on Broadway and such. It's all quite lovely, and expirience, to be sure. I highly recommend it.

And then we got our train and came back to my home...and then I played some guitar hero...

Yeah, that wasn't the best ending... But Audrina [-I'm back in the Collegiate place of Learning] is sleepy, and she needs the light turned off because it's 1:55 AM and she as class tomorrow... So, that's that... If I remember anything, I will be sure to add it to another post later... Check out the links and remeber to tip your waiters/watresses!

^_6;;Jereality

Recollections

2009-02-06T23:29:00.002-05:00

Remember when I would post all the time about amazing adventures and just random fun times? Well, it seems as of the past six months or so, I haven't really had any. I don't do anything anymore of any large consequence - nothing worth retelling, nothing that would later in life make me say 'wow, what great times.'

I mean, there are moments that I have fun in which I think I should have my own television show, because in large groups I am funny, and the friends and family with me all would make amazing television - Actual Reality Television.

I read a couple months of old posts, the December '05 to March '06 posts. I sounded much happier 'back then'. I want to be that happy again - I just want to be doing things... Whatever

Also, it turns out that not only do I lie to other people, I lie to myself. Isn't that neat?! I have discovered, though, that I have a crush that is driving me insane. I hope it goes away... because that crush is unavailable.... Annoying... I'm going to go and watch some game shows now... I love those...maybe try to upload the Sims 2 again....

-sigh-

Later gators...

^_6;;Jereality

What Don't You F*cking Understand?

2009-02-03T23:33:00.004-05:00

Alright guys,

One of my most favorite actors flipped out a couple days ago. Christian Bale, known a bit for his anger... even though he denied the allegations... Whatever. So, a couple days ago a light crew member 'repeatedly' walked into Bale's line of vision, distracting him. Well, he flipped out and that flip out was caught on tape or something, and then leaked onto the internets. Well, I love the internets, and I happen to have a remixed dance version. Mind you, there is an F-bomb in this, so if you're not comfortable with the F-word don't listen.

It's just entertaining.

^_6;;Jereality

Still Alive

2009-02-01T05:40:00.002-05:00

Hey guys, it's been a couple days, eh?

Just wanted to drop in and let ya'll know that I'm still here. Nothing big has really happened... I've accepted several things that I know just won't happen, so I guess that's big news... I've been kind of lonely the past couple days. Lonely, but I want zero company. I'd go and hang out with people, but I just don't want to have to actually interact with them. I'll stick with small talk and move on my way, I guess...

Whatever. When I head back to college tomorrow, I'll get what I need. There's people there in my dorm that I can be around, not have to entertain them or feel awkward that I'm not, and still get the loneliness out of the way. I don't really know what's going on in my head right now... It's depressing, to say the least. Sorry for that knowledge, that was just so I can keep tabs later in life to see how unhappy I am some days.

Maybe at that time in my life I'll be able to look back and shake my head, wondering why I didn't just move on... Until that day, though, the present direction in my head is south, and there really is nothing anyone can do about it. That might be a lie. It's not a lie, just too concrete for it to be the truth. There are a select few people who could make me happy if only for the time being. However, if they are reading, and want to do something to make me happy, don't. What will wind up happening is me being happy only to crash again once I get used too content with the level of happiness I receive.

Again, I have no idea what's going on in my head right now... I'm going to go and get some sleep now... It's 5:52 AM, Sunday morning, February first. 334 days until my birthday... woo...

-_-;;Jereality

Dreams and Movies

2009-01-24T00:58:00.003-05:00

Hey you!

It's been a while since I posted... About a week or so. Since then, I've had a couple dreams. Every time I slept, I would dream. In every single dream, the same three people have cameo'd in those dreams doing various things from helping me fight zombies, running through giant stomachs and the acid...some dying along the way... going through old Victorian towns that turn into water parks, etc. Good times... The people who are in these dreams are Father, Liz and Han Solo. I hope everyone knows who those people are and no one actually thinks that 'Han Solo' from Star Wars was in my dreams... and you all realize that that is not what I mean.

On to the Movies!

Underworld '3' - Rise of the Lycans.
- It's very good, very, very good. The camera motions are a bit too fast paced at times, but other than that I was so happy to watch it. I recommened it highly... It was SO GOOD! It's okay if you haven't seen the other two Underworld's, no biggie - this movie is a prequel, so it explains what happened before Underworld, and Underworld Evolution.

Paul Blart: Mall Cop
-Also, another good movie. Very funny, I also recommened this one. It's good times...

Why did I see two movies in one night? Well, Sibling and her friend wanted to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button... And... she wanted me to drive. So, Liz and I discovered that we needed to keep ourselves busy for two hours and change while Sibling and her friend watched the Button movie, so we planned out movies. Underworld came first at 8:10 to 9:40-ish, and then at 9:40-ish to 11:10 it was Paul Blart: Mall Cop. However, we were slightly upset because we wouldn't be able to watch our shoes that come on at eight and then nine.

Turns out, though, that our shows come on again at midnight and one. So, we watched both of our movies, came home by 11:45 sat down got all settled by 11:55 and by midnight, we were watching our shows. Everything timed itself out perfectly, it was lovely.

Alright, I'm going to go and watch 64 Zoo Lane and then Little Bear....

I love nastalgea!

^_6;;Jereality

The Unborn...

2009-01-17T21:39:00.002-05:00

...should have been born and developed into a decent movie before being put into theaters. But first, a story.

On the night of January 16th, at 7:00 pm, Sibling, Liz, Father and I were sitting in theater number seven. 7:03, previews. "Who wants to come with me to get snacks and stuff?" So, Father and I went to the candy counter that is in the hallway of the theater, ordered our two diet cokes, one sprite and one cherry coke along with our two medium popcorns. As we leave the line, a repetitive buzz fills the air, and a constant blinking on the walls indicate the fire alarm going off. "Please exit the movie theater calmly and quickly."

"What? Are you serious?"

The entire movie-goer populace was confused and asking the same questions. However, most of us just meandered back into our respective theaters and waited for the previews. Eventually, we were all ushered out of the entire cineplex and my party waited in the van and watched the goings-on of the people inside while also watching the angry movie-goers cram themselves into traffic. Very entertaining. At 7:49 we left the now empty parking lot, annoyed and slightly amused at the people who had been around us.

This evening of January 17th at 7:00, Sibling, Liz, Father and I found ourselves in theater number seven. We got through the previews, and then we got through the movie...

The movie itself was terrible. The only good thing in that movie was Cam Gigandet. He was fantastic. Also, he's so pretty to look at.

The kid who plays the unborn child is creepy to look at in glimspe scenes, but the longer he's on screen, the more used to him you get. All in all, the movie was horrible. Absolutely terrible. I was told it was a "shit in your pants" movie. It's not. It was comedic, if anything... Funny that they tried so hard to make it a horror movie. The adventure from yesterday was more entertaining.

Ah, well... Perhaps when I go and check out Marley and Me it'll be better... I've heard good things so far....

^_6;; Jereality

So, I'm Feeling...

2009-01-11T01:13:00.003-05:00

... a little bit emo right now. Very 'woe is me', and I'm not too sure why. Actually, that's a lie. It's 2009, right now. In three days time now, I will be another year older. Another year gone, with memories I wish I could've made, memories I wish I didn't have... I've lost people, and near the end of 2008, I grew closer to others, some over three months.

I don't know how often I've said this, or how often I've thought it... I think about it a lot, actually... I feel completely and utterly lost on one situation. It's all very trivial when I think about it, and yet half of me still shouts out, telling me that human interaction is very important to living. Humans, by nature, are social creatures...

So, in every good romantic comedy movie, there is the protagonist who is in love with someone who either A. doesn't know the protagonist exists, B. is the protagonist's best friend, or C. is a friend of the protagonist, however is already in a relationship.

That's where I am. I'm letter C, although, I don't know about the whole 'love' thing, because I'm not sure exactly how that feels.

This has been weighing on my mind for a very long time... and it gives me a hopeless feeling, because I know he won't break up with his girl friend - I'm sure they're great together. I really don't know the girl, I hear she's friendly... she even lives close by to my house... Still, I've never really spoken to her. Doesn't really matter, though... because I'm constantly thinking about her boy friend. He's fantastic. He went to my high school... the moment I saw him there, I liked him.

Being shy is a terrible thing.

So, here I am... 'woe is me'-ing. I want them to break up so I can just say something. I"m not going to say anything now because I don't want to ruin the friendship that I worked hard to build up. And it is friendship, he said so. 'What are friends for', he said.

I also don't want them to break up because I did something. I would feel terrible. Everything I hope to become does not include relationship destroyer. I don't want that on my conscience, I would feel way too guilty.

We talk, sometimes, he and I. At strange hours of the night, texting back and forth. Sometimes, when I'm al hopped up on sugar and unable to sleep, I'll call him... I babble on and on about nothing in particular, and he listens. He remembers what I talk about, too... because he asks about it later...

I don't know... If I got a boyfriend, I'd want it to be him... No one else seems to measure up...

I'm screwed.

And boring.

And not so happy.

Also, I'm good at lying... so no one who hasn't read this will think I'm just fine.

Yay.

-_-;; Jereality

According To The Prophecy

2009-01-04T06:05:00.002-05:00

So, it's sort of still Saturday for me, because for some ungodly reason I'm still awake. I don't think I'll be going to bed. Well, no, I'm already in bed. I'm typing in bed, I just won't be sleeping. That may be a lie. I may just go and get a shower around seven, and then take a little nap. Or, I may just stay awake, eat some pancakes and go on with my day like a normal person and sleep great tonight. That's weird to say, as it is still night time. I may get some picture of the sun rise! That's exciting. And yes, the grammar and spelling are correct in that sentence. I'm going to see the sun rise, not the sunrise. I will watch it move, that's what I'm going for.

Anyway, I'm awake. I'm hungry. My eyes are kind of 'burn-y' because the fan is on and I've had my contacts in for... a couple hours. Since about two o'clock, I think that's when they let me sleep till, I don't really remember. I think I spoke about that earlier. Again, I don't remember.

I had something important to say, and now I don't remember. Oh yeah!

My birthday is coming up. And, for the first time in a long time, I don't think that it will be unhappy. I won't have anyone there I secretly don't want. As far as I know I won't be getting any surprise parties. It's not a marking birthday, like 10, 16, 18 or 21, so nothing really special should happen.

Also, I go back to my Collegiate Place of Learning on the 13^th... and classes start on the 14^th, which, incidentally, is my actual birthday. I suppose I should have expected it. I mean, if I'm not taking mid terms in high school for my birthday, I might as well be taking four classes. Would you like to know the classes I've scheduled for my birthday? My birthday is on a Wednesday this year, and Wednesday's classes are great...only because there's two. I've got English, which will be fantastic since it's the same guy I had for my first semester. Great teacher, I'm going to call him Michael, here... He lets us call him by his first name because we're all adults. I like that. And, since he reminds me of someone named Michael, that is what I shall call him. The second class is a Chemistry lab, which should be interesting. I hear the professor I have for that is really good, which is great, because I'm not so great at Chemistry. I will call this person Spice. If you knew the professor's actual name, you'd give a little chuckle, or crack a smile. However, you don't, which is mildly upsetting. However, I digress.

After my birthday comes Thursday, which is my most busy day. I have my Chemistry lecture, an Intro to Small Animal Science class, a Bio lecture and then Finite Math. I'm looking forward to one of those classes. And really, I'm only looking forward to two classes the entire semester - English and Intro to Small Animal Science.Anyway, after that math class, I'm finished until Monday again because I'm a genius and scheduled myself to have no classes on Fridays... that way I can come home and have a longer weekend... To do more homework and studying... By the way, I'm going to give you an equation: Student + Dying = Studying. Yay!

That's on flair all over facebook. -sigh-

Alright, it's been seven minutes, I'm going to go and flip through tv channels before I try to take a little nap before Sibling goes to wake me up from my slumber. I don't want to be disturbed whilst I slumber. I get all angry and grouchy. Keep that as a mental note, Internet, don't ake me up... or I will be forced to inflict harm upon your person.

Much love!
^_6;; Jereality

And The World Keeps On Spinning

2009-01-03T23:20:00.002-05:00

Hello, the Internet!

So, Christmas passed and now I have clothes. It's nice to know that I have something else to wear. However, for the passed couple of days it's just been tank tops. Why? Because I've been sleeping for a very long time, and getting showers at various times. For instance, today, I got my shower at four o'clock. Two days ago, I got my shower at around 3 in the morning. It's been scattered. Good times, though. I've been sleeping at irregular patterns, too. Right now, it's eleven forty-four, and I'm exhausted. Why? I have no idea, I'm pretty sure the family let me sleep in until two thirty. I did get home, though, around four in the morning last night.

Had a great conversation with Topher last night after a party I went to. He's a great kid. By 'kid', I mean peer. Actually, I'm just going to flat out and tell you, he's a great human being. One of the few people I trust, actually. After that talk, I was reminded that I had a five hour phone call with Han Solo a couple weeks ago. I was reminded of it because like Topher, Han Solo listened to me. I had been speaking nonsense, nothing of real consequence. Turns out I like being listened to, so I felt the need to thank him for just listening.

We then texted till around seven o'clock. I periodically fall asleep between ours texts. I don't think he minds, generally he'll send another text saying something like 'down she goes'. Then I'll wake up and text back.

I don't know where I was going with this. Not a problem though. I'm tired... but I'm not gonna go to bed.... Sibling wants to go to FYE and GameStop... She told me her plans like this: "Hey, Jer, I want to go to FYE and a GameStop and get rid of the games we don't play. What time should I wake you up?" She was doing the subtle head nod thing, like she was talking to a simpleton. That gets a little annoying... she wonders why I get annoyed...

Ah, nevermind. I just needed to get that off my chest. No matter, it's the trivial things that keep me going... Yay things! Alright, I'm going to go and watch some tv. Oh! By the way, I got a flickr account... I'm going to do some editing so I can continue being Jereality there, that way I can put thel ink up here and you guys and gals can see the photos I take! How exciting is that?!

I'm going to tell you. It's very exciting. Alright, that's all now I will, uh, go and see if I can edit the flickr thing... Otherwise, I'll just let you guys a little closer to my real identity. I'm like a super hero. I have secret identities... bwa ha ha!

^_6;; Jereality

By the way, have a great 2009. Yeah, that's right. I cliche'd that, woo!

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

2008-12-23T22:52:00.002-05:00

So, I've been thinking lately - a dangerous past time, I know.

But really, I have been. After the post the other day, I realized that I'm now over it. I don't think about it anymore. I usually think about the situation long and hard at least once a day - that's how bad it had been... Today, I went the entire day without any thoughts about it whatsoever.

However, I did also not really think about anything today. I kind of just existed. I made nothing that would constitute my living in the house. I made no messes. I made no friends. I made no tears. I didn't make my bed after I rolled out of it. I made no real noise. I did nothing of real consequence.

I did watch Fight Club (linked in title) one and 3/4 times, though. I watched it completely after seeing a clip of it on TV during dinner... and then I watched a little bit more with a running commentary...which I got fed up with because Brad Pitt (though, he is fantastically amazing in the movie) mumbles so badly! His clothes/style in the movie are amazing, though. Really, I love it.

A thought just popped into my head. And it is sad. As most of you already know, I have a lot of self-pity. All the shit that goes on in my life builds onto itself, and then one thing will happen and it's all 'woe is me'. Well, recently, I've developed.... no, that's a lie. I've had feelings for this one guy for a couple years... At the time, he was out of my league - enter: self-loathing, and it's shiny trophy wife, Self-pity. So, I really didn't talk to him.

Out of the blue - I don't remember how it happened, we started talking a couple months ago. He had a girlfriend then, and he has a girlfriend now. Neither of which are me. Not a problem. Except the fact that he makes me smile more than usual. -insert sigh here-

I don't know where I was going with this, I think I just wanted to be able to see it written down.

I want what I can't have.

It's how I operate.

It's how I thrive.

I make promises to myself about things that I can't have.

Then, I realize I won't ever have them because I'm a little bit pessimistic.

Self-Pity traipses over my face and parade.

Then I go and sleep.

That's how my life works when I just exist. I'll either sleep all day, or not sleep at all... That's when my serious bouts of insomnia break out the party lights. The insomnia causes me to stay up, which in turn dries out my contacts - because I'm not going to pretend to sleep if I know I'm not going to - which then gives hazy vision, which will lead to terrible head aches.

It's sad. That whole thing. I know exactly what will happen. That's what happens when I think. I think too much, which lets me know exactly what consequences will occur if I do certain things.

Fight Club encompasses my life.

I need a Tyler Durden.

^_6;; Jereality

I Am A Terrible Person

2008-12-20T12:11:00.003-05:00

Hey.
What's up?
How're you?
That's good to hear.
What's up with me?
How am I doing?
...
....
.....
Not so good.

I am a terrible, horrible person. And the worst part is, people are starting to notice. Not people I've just met, because I've begun to train myself on honesty - so they know exactly how I feel when I feel it, and are used to my drastic changes in moods when certain people speak/enter a room/ breathe... However... my old friends, the friends I've had for years... The friends before college... They aren't quite attuned to this new honesty thing that I've got going. So, I try to hide my honesty thing away. This doesn't work, though.

Remember, once upon a time, I was a happy person who had a great boyfriend? No? I vaguely do, myself...

The night before I broke it off, I had a very long conversation about it with a great friend - at the time... It went something along the lines of leading people on, and if I'm not happy in the relationship anymore, there's no reason to continue it. Regardless, that conversation held a lot of sway on my decision on the relationship itself.

I'm growing nauseous just thinking about it... The entire situation as a whole... I make myself sick.

I think I said, that night with my friend, that she could give dating him a shot. I don't know what made me say that. I knew it would hurt me if she did. I didn't think she would do it. I also knew, that if dating him made her happy, I would be happy for her...

Then I went on vacation to New York with Onyx... It was so amazing. I had such a great time... and then I came back, went online... My first friend-to-me interaction was Topher/DaHammer saying to me 'I'm sorry'. Naturally, I was baffled. Then, he told me to check facebook. Before I could do that, I got a text from the friend I had spoken to about the boyfriend situation. It started off casually... 'Hey, how was your trip? Did you just get back?' things of that nature. Then it changed... 'What would you think if me and [your ex] were together?'

I remember staring at my phone, trying to see if there was any other way to read that message. If I was somehow misinterpretting it or something. I didn't know what to say, but I know that I felt my chest tighten as I hit 'Reply'. I said to her, 'I don't care. It's your life, I have no control over what you do with it.' Then, I sent it. Then I sent another, 'are you a couple?'... my response? 'Yes.'

Okay. Whatever. I just told her I didn't care, and I gave her the green light the week before...

So, I was sitting in my living room, in my chair... Mother laying on the couch reading a book, Sibling on the stairs leaning on the banester talking to Mother.... I was in my chair... supressing tears.

I don't know why I'm telling you all of this now. It's just been weighing on me so much... It's all I can think about sometimes. I thought there was some unwritten rule that ou couldn't date your close friend's exes. I thought she could read between my sarcasm and see that I was just trying to put up a front so she wouldn't see how hurt I was.

I bet she didn't even know I stopped myself from crying at her house. That I drove home from her house and cried over my decision. That the next night I couldn't even call him on the phone to break up. That I had to do it online so I couldn't see or hear his dissapointment... so he couldn't see or hear my weakness... That through the whole thing I could barely see the screen through tears...

Whatever. Okay.

They changed the Coffee Garden while I was away at college. I was invited by the Ex to come and see it, I agreed, but was hesitent because I had brought Liz, Runner, and Vincenzo down with me. Also, because I didn't know if she would be there. However, I went to see what the new interior looked like, and also because I wanted to see how he was doing. [Granted, he was the one who asked her out]. Well, I drove the four of us to the CG, and there he was sitting in front of the bay window... arms outstretched on the table...hands in hers.

Now, I had only spoken of this situation with Liz, so, she gave me a glance and I confirmed that this was the incident I had hoped to avoid. Regardless, I went in, introduced my roommates to my Ex and her. We had a lovely time, only because I lied. I forced every smile, every ounce of hate I wanted to pound into her face... And then we all left at closing time.

I tried to tell myself I was over it... But every time I hung out with her, she would always have the Ex around, too. Also, they're in love. I don't know how that works after two or three months, but I'm sure it feels great.

Okay. Whatever.

I know exactly how I feel about everything. The feeling that encompasses everything that I feel is hate. I hate him because he asked her out. I hate her for accepting. Most of all, though, I hate myself for pretending like I didn't care. I hate that I didn't say what I really thought of their relationship. I hate that I thought I wouldn't be hurt over the break up.

Now it doesn't matter. I've moved on. If you're reading this, and you know my circle of friends or you, yourself, are in my circle of friends, it's not at all difficult to figure out who is in the situation. If you're an avid reader, you could probably figure it out, too...

Doesn't matter. I hope she will understand - if she even reads this anymore - that I can't say anything to her face. I'm a coward in that sense, I guess. Also, I don't want to say anything I'll regret. I don't want to make her sad, I don't want to have to make her hurt. I don't know what I'd do if the situation brought itself up and I had the opportunity to tell her how I feel, because I think I'd hurt her. I don't know if it would just be emotional, either... I've bottled my anger for so long without dealing with it, I just might let it all go. And I know for a fact that I don't want to explode in front of her. She's been through enough as it is.

So, Jess. I'm sorry. Honestly.

Procrasti-something

2008-12-10T21:12:00.002-05:00

Me: - isn't doing work-
Liz: Jereality! Do your work! Me too!

-I have a paper to write, you see.... and I'm doing everything I can to not do my work... Including this... Yay!-

^_6;;Jereality - pretending to do work for a very long time...

My Tea Tastes Like... Evil

2008-12-09T23:17:00.002-05:00

Okie dokie...

This week is Finals Week. I've decided that finals, themselves, are unnecessary. If the Professors and Doctors teach the information properly, we, the students, should know it. If finals are needed, they should be reflected in the Doctor's and Professor's salaries, because obviously they did something wrong in teaching. If they taught correctly, we would know the information.

Mostly, I'm typing this up because I'm distracted right now. I think I'm going to list to you some things I want to list for you. I was going to tell you that it was a list of things that I liked, but I can't promise that.

- I like Earl Grey Tea
- I do not like the water at my place of College Learning
- I like texting
- A lot...
- I hate the commercials about Jay's Baked Beans
- I really like animals
- I'd rather live in a cave than on the sun
- I like shiny things
- Taylor Swift is growing on me
- Not literally, I just like some of her songs
- I like when music connects with my life
- I like to say 'Epic Fail' and 'Full of Win'
- The entire left side of my body hurts... That's the broken toe side and my pinky hurts a lot now
- Going to bed is a waste of my life
- I love to sleep
- Contradictions are my specialty
- I also hate the Manwich commercials... Mac and Cheese is more entertaining than manwich
- I like making fun of James Blunt's singing
- I really like Lingo
- Also, I like Chain Reaction...
- GSN is a good time

And so, this concludes my typing now... I might be going to sleep.... I think... I don't know yet... We'll see. G'bye!

^_6;;Jereality

12:20 am

2008-12-07T00:20:00.001-05:00

Sibling: Bed is my Ten time.

Jereality? Ha Ha Ha!

2008-12-03T21:24:00.002-05:00

Alright, so at my collegiate place of learning, it is sometimes fun to accept care packages that our parents bought for us that the college gives to us. So, Audrina, Liz and I got a note telling us that we had such a wonderful package. Well, Liz's name was messed up, and for the purpose of the story, I'm keeping the names as they are. Audrina's name was fine, my name was fine, and Liz's name was 'Lizard'. We all laughed and made fun of 'Lizard', because this is not the first time her name has been messed up. So, we go to get our packages and we walk in, and the guy who calls out the name is like 'Audrina, Lizard, Jereality... Jereality? Who's Jereality [-insert laughter here-]'

And I was like "Her name is LIZARD! My name is normal! Her name is a thing!" And they continued to laugh at my name... I don't understand!! What's so funny about my name? It's normal! Stupid... I don't like them...

That's it... That's all I have to say about it... It bothers me.... Whatever... whatever!

^_6;;Jereality....

Binary...

2008-12-02T20:12:00.004-05:00

Don't worry, the English words are under this mess of 1's and 0's, trust me. However, if you copy and paste this into the site that is linked from the title, you'll see the same thing... Also, you'll be tempted to write things in Binary....

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I've decided to do this post in Binary. Sibling gave me a site that will translate what I'm saying, and I figured I would share this with you. Also, Onyx was complaining earlier that I don't update as frequently as I probably should. I told her it was because nothing of sever consequence was going on, however, that did not seem to thwart her attempts at trying to get me to post.

So, at the moment I'm listening and trying to gather as many 'messed up' Christmas songs. I've got so many, and by so many, I mean ten. I have ten songs so far. I will list them for you...

1. Noel! Noel! - by Eve 6
2. O Holy Night - by Cartmen, from South Park
3. The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (It's a Punk Rock Christmas) - by Gifted But Twisted
4. Jingle Bells - by The Barenaked Ladies
5. The Twelve Days of Christmas - by Bob and Doug McKenna
6. Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer - by Elmo and Patsy
7. Grandpa's Gonna Sue the Pants off of Santa - by Elmo and Patsy
8. The Chanukuh Song - by Adam Sandler
9. The Chaunkuh Song, Part 2 - by Adam Sandler
10. Dominick The Donkey - by Lou Monte

And that's all I have right now. It's kind of sad... So, if you guys have some suggestions that would fit nicely with the assortment I've already collected, I would be very much obliged.

Wasn't that a blast?!

You know you liked it,
^_6;; Jereality

Vampire Dreams

2008-11-28T13:45:00.004-05:00

So, last night I had this crazy awesome dream... Now, if you've read Twilight, and know the characters, that's great, just skip down to the third paragraph where I begin the story. This little blurb right here is for those who didn't read the book or see the movie.

Twilight is about a 'normal' human girl named Bella. She falls in love with this vampire Edward. It just so happens, that one of the problems in the story is that another vampire, James, wants to kill Bella because she's food. James is a hunter, and he's really good at what he does. That should be about it, everyone else, I just invented.

So, Bella is supposed to be getting married to Edward, and I'm wandering around, looking for something. It doesn't really matter as to what I was searching for because when I arrived at the giant mansion empty-handed, no one seemed to care. Everyone was running around, trying to look their best. I don't remember what anyone was wearing except for me... I had on a trench coat type of jacket, and shorts and a tee-shirt and a pair of thick black boots. Which, apparently, was completely acceptable. Whatever. So, we're running around the mansion making sure Bella looks her best when all of a sudden I get a text message. The text is from James, the 'evil' vampire! I read the text and it has something to do with me ever wanting to see Sibling again, and wishing Bella a good wedding. Bella was distraught because she and Sibling were good friends, or something.

I say not to worry, because I know for a fact Sibling is safe. The next thing that goes through my mind is 'how did James get my cell number?!' So, I text him back, telling him that he's a liar and demanding to know how he got my number. I don't receive a response, so we all get ourselves together, and go outside.

Walking to the cars, who do we see? James! (Note* This is the James played by Cam Gigandet, which, if you like some eye-candy, is not such a bad thing) So, everyone in the wedding party is pretty much sending out a chorus of 'Oh My God's. Edward and the other vampires are nowhere to be seen, so it's just a bunch of mortals in heels faced up against a sarcastic killer vampire. Stellar. "I can make him go away," I say. I don't know why I said that, I was attracted to him in the dream too, so, I went over to the tree he was standing under and began to make conversation. So, in the dream, his real name was R. M. Masterman. So, I asked "Why do they call you James if your name is M. R.... R. M..." and he was like "R. M. Masterman." He didn't answer me, but looked at me like I was insane.

I then repeated my previous question, about how did he get my cell number. He said I should just wait for the e-mail. Now, somewhere within all of this we all (James, myself and the Wedding guests) moved to the parking lot. James then invited himself to the wedding by jumping into the backseat of a car. Now, he was holding a Turkey... Like, a cooked, browned turkey... Something was said, and I didn't know the answer to it, so I came back with, "I don't know, why don't you ask R. M. Turkey." Apparently, James didn't like that, she he hit me in the leg with the turkey! I didn't understand that when I woke up... But after I was struck, I woke up...

It was a strange dream, for sure... I hope I have another like it tonight... This is exciting!

Thanksgiving

2008-11-27T14:29:00.003-05:00

I know somewhere in all of my blogging history - which goes into several Xangas, and various other outlets for writing what I wanted - I said something fantastic about Thanksgiving Day. I don't remember for the life of me where it is, or what exactly was so fantastic about it. However, I will tell you my thoughts on the subject once more....

Thanksgiving:
Okay, just so we're clear, the day of Thanksgiving was created by Abraham Lincoln. 'During his presidency Lincoln declared days of Thanksgiving whenever he felt the Union needed unity. The dates of varied from year to year and every President after declared thanksgiving at different times until 1941 when congress decided to make the 4th Thursday of November the day of Thanksgiving.' Interesting, I know.

The day, the actual 'first Thanksgiving' with the Pilgrims and the Native Americans... It was not the picture perfect painting in the textbooks, or the holiday specials on the television. I highly doubt there were Native American smiles, and happiness between both parties. Would you like to know why? I'm going to tell you anyway. The day is based on the victorious overthrow of a group of people who did not have as an advanced grasp on weaponry as the Pilgrims. It's about defeating a group of people who, with the best of their ability, were unable to protect themselves from shottily made guns.

So, why you're enjoying your turkeys and your mashed potatoes and green bean casseroles, think about what actually happened that day. And when you're done with your lavish meals, go out and find a Native American and apologize.

That's all I have to say about that.

-Jereality

Crunch

2008-11-25T12:11:00.003-05:00

I would have liked to say, when questioned at those big pearly gates in the sky, "I have never broken a bone." However, as of Sunday night, I cannot. I didn't even break a cool bone. I didn't even break the bone in a cool manner! Am I an Epic Fail, or what? Now that I've got you all hooked, I'll tell you what happened...

-cue flashback music-

-STOP THE MUSIC!-
I'm going to take pictures, and give them to you as I tell you the story...

Alright, so my pictures wouldn't load... Looks like you'll have to use your imaginations...

-re-cue music-

Sunday evening, recently arrived from my home in Jersey to my Collegiate Place of Learning in Pennsylvania. All three of my room mates are in the dorm. I'm in a quad, if I haven't already alerted you of this, and I have - this note was just if you're new to the site... See, I'm caring... Back to the story! We are all sort of watching some fake-reality television show on VH1, while doing random other things on our corresponding computers. Well, I stood up from my rocking chair... that's how all the chairs on my floor are, they don't have legs, they are all rocking chairs ...to feed Keiran, my Betta fish. Well, I fed him, and then plopped back down onto my chair, rolling forward with the force and direction I 'plopped'.

Now it's time for audience participation. Crack your knuckles in succession. That's the noise I heard, just a little softer, and sort of internally. So, keeping my mouth shut, I casually put my left ankle on my right knee, and hold the middle of my left foot, eyes on the TV.

After a few moments, I decided to let go of my foot, my toes still pulsing with a dull pain. "I think I broke my toe." Was all I said. A chorus of 'what?'s and 'You didn't say/do anything!'s. I have a large tolerance for pain... So, I said 'yeah'. and pulled off my sock. Sure enough, a large bruise was on the topmost left side of my left foot. I know some people don't want to see the toe/foot... So the picture will just be links at the bottom of this post... As well as pictures of the Sunday night to right now...

Liz got up immediately, got some ice, and told me to elevate my foot - which I was already doing - while she played Nurse. While she was doing that, I called Mother - who actually is a nurse, and she told me to ice it, which Liz was doing, and then tape my baby toe and my ...fourth toe together. She said 'tape toes 4 and 5 together', so, yeah. We did that, and I had my foot elevated for about forty five minutes to an hour before we all decided to go to bed... It was a good time... I felt like an idiot...

"Jereality broke her toe!"
"Oh my God! How?"
"She...sat on it..."

Gooood times..... (-_-)

Now, I'm a sort of gimp... Stupid baby toe. Although, since Matt didn't get kicked off of 'The Pickup Artist 2', my other foot will remain 'healthy'. I said if Simeon - another contestant - was in the next episode without Matt, I would roll over my other foot and make them symmetrical. Yep, good times....

Sunday:
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Today - Wednesday/Thursday
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I think it's looking better...

Watch those little piggies!
^_6;;Jereality

Sharing Is Caring

2008-11-17T23:56:00.003-05:00

Me: Are you guys really going to sleep?

Liz: No, I'm really just going to lay in bed.

Me: That's what you said last time. 'Are you going to sleep?' 'No, I'm just laying down -snorrrreee-' That's how that happens.

Liz: No, I'm really just going to lay down, the sleeping just sort of happens..

Me: No, it doesn't just happen. It's like herpes...or gonorrhea...

Liz: Did you say 'gonorrhea'?

Me: Yes, yes I did.

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Me: - slamming my index and middle finger under my chin - (it makes a silly noise)

Liz: Jereality? Are you trying to shoot yourself?

Me: - silence - A little bit.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Audrina: I want the Butt Wii

Knowledge is a Powerful Thing

2008-11-15T00:37:00.001-05:00

Liz: I know everything. I know where he'll be. He's in New York. I know where he'll be nuuudddeee.

Me: O_O

Lameness

2008-11-13T12:54:00.002-05:00

Turns out my worrying yesterday was for naught. My adviser had already lifted the hold on my account. I had a debate I was worried about under all the fear of not having my adviser supposedly not signing off on my hold. For those of you who don't know what a hold is, it is the only thing between you and registering for classes. If you have a hold on, you can't register for classes. If it's off, you can register. My hold was off, and I didn't know about it. Way to go, Adviser lady... She had me freaking out since I got my little note thing.

Whatever. So, I found out that my hold was lifted... And then I went to class and gave my debate - I won't bore you with the details, just know that I was fantastic.

Anyway, I'm alive... and right now I'm listening to and half watching 'P.S. I Love You', which is making me sad.... But I need to do a project, so I'll write back when that is done....

Yep....

^_6;; Jereality

Epic Fail!!!

2008-11-12T12:35:00.002-05:00

So, registration for classes begins tonight at midnight. And me, being punctual with such things of great importance, decided to turn in the classes I wanted just as the sheets to suggest the classes you wanted came out. I turned it in, and it was fine for a long time. Today, I went by my advisor's office to check if everything was set.

Glad I did.

My registration paper was in her outbox, and it said 'I cannot sign off on this. You need to see me.'

Splendid... You know what else?

She doesn't have any more office hours. The only ones she had today were at a time when I had class. What a wonderful day. I need to catch her between classes... I have a class at 1:40, she teaches a class at 1:40, but the class before that ends at 1:30... I have ten minutes to figure out what's wrong with my schedule, write out a new form, get her to sign off on it and then get to class...

I'll tell you how it goes... If I don't post, I'll be depressed and out of college... because I'dve died... DIED I TELL YOU!

(-_-);; Jereality

-Ignore my melodramatics... I won't be dead.... I'll just be very unhappy with classes I don't want and credits that I'll need to make up.... ...... -sigh-......

11/11 11:11

2008-11-11T23:11:00.000-05:00

IT'S ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE ONE RIGHT NOW!!!!

To Pose...

2008-11-07T12:06:00.002-05:00

... a question.

Why, in movies are English subtitles for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing, when the other subtitles are merely just there? What if a spanish speaking person got the movie, put the languages to Spanish, and still could not hear? They would put the Spanish subtitles on. However, those subtitles would not be for the Spanish hard of hearing, and deaf.... They would just be subtitles. Nothing special...

That's bothered me for a while... Anyone have an answer as to why all subtitles other than English are not for the deaf and hard of hearing?

Just curious....

^_6;; Jereality

Time Travel

2008-11-02T01:16:00.002-04:00

At approximately 2:01 _AM, my room mates and I will be going back in time. Here, I will document everything we do before and after our time travel.

12:40 - SNL - Ben Affleck

-I learned on a commercial that the 'it' careers are in high demand....

1:00 - We're watching some crazy baseball movie on camedy Central.... So far... it kind of sucks.

1:19 - We switched to Monk - I've already seen this episode... It's the one with Willie Nelson... You know, *SPOILER!!! Scroll over to read:: the one where the blind woman isn't really blind... and she is in cahoots with the man who committed the crime... Good times....

1:29 - "EL PRESIDEEEEEEEEEENTE`!!!!!!! AWESOMMMMEEE!!! MRRGGHHH! HNNNN!! HMMM!!!! He needs! He needs? He needs ME! He needs Liz! Johnny Depp, where am I!? You! Where are you!" - Liz

1:33 - "Hmmhmm... I have so much energy..." - Liz

1:39 - "I LOVE LAMP!" - Liz

1:41 - Liz leaps out of her chair, and runs to the door after tripping over the trashcan....

1:43 - "My ankle f*cking hurts, man!" - Liz

"Thanks okay, in twenty minutes, we'll go back in time, and you'll be fine." - Me

1:47 - "One day, I went to bed at 4 am, and got up for class at 7 am..."

"That was a nap."

2:00 - "WE'RE GOING BACK IN TIME! WE'RE GOING BACK IN TIME!"

-various dancing and chanting

1:00 - "WE WENT BACK IN TIME! WE ARE BACK IN TIME!"

1:02 - "It's One oh Two AM, again..."

1:12 - The room mates are letting me watch Bleach

1:25 - Audrina goes to bed... square...

1:31 - Discovery Health - UNtold Stories of the ER...the one where there is a golf club in some guys head, and the doctor who is a poison specialist's son gets bitten by a spider...and some other guy has a problem with something else...and i think this is the one with the blue baby...

1:44 - Walked out of room to brush my teeth... Brushed teeth... went to open the bathroom door, however, some big guy was about to open it. I gave a shocked look to the gangsta man and the woman in the firewoman hoe costume... I stalked them down the hall, as I am the last door on the left side of the hallway.... I open my door, and the big guy turns and goes 'Is this an all girls floor?' and I was like "Uh...yeeaahh..." and they were like "Whoa..." the guy went down the stairs and the girl was like "we're old people..." and left... So, I'm guessing they were alumni... Or just like...seniors....or something... I'm pretty sure, though, that they graduated last year or something....

1:48 - I'm gonna go to sleep.... So, that way I can go to sleep before two. ^_6;; yay me! Alright, guys... I'm taking off...

Thanks for coming on this time traveling adventure! Bye!!!

^_6;; Jereality

Halloween!

2008-11-01T14:28:00.002-04:00

Alright, I know I had plans to post for quite a long time, and right now, I feel I should... Why? Because I don't want to study, so I'm thinking of everything that I could possibly do in order to still do something, but not study... And I'm sorry, but this is one of those things.

So, as you all know, Halloween was yesterday. However, the parties all happened on All Hallows Eve, which, in case you guys aren't that good with the math type things involved, was Thursday, Halloween Eve. There was a dance that I did not go to, however.... There were still good times had... And when I say good, I mean annoying. And when I say annoying, I mean hateful.. And when I say hateful, I mean infuriating. I'll tell you a story now.

It turns out, that the mean people who run the school think it's stellar to have classes start at 6:20_PM and end at 9:05_PM - which, coincidently, is five minutes into the show that I watch almost religiously every thursday during the season. However, there was more to do this evening than just watch the show.... My roomie, Liz, texted me and told me that Audrina was going through my stuff to find glue.

Audrina had already asked if we had glue she could use, and knowing that my glue wouldn't work on the fabrics she wanted to stick together, I didn't answer her. This, however, did not seem to phase her in the least. THe moment Runner and I were out of the room, she went through our stuff looking for glue. Did she ask for the glue? Yes. Did she accept our answers? No. Did she go through my things? Yes. Did she open my glue? Yes. Did she use ALL OF MY KRAZY GLUE?! Why, yes, she did. Did that work? Of course not. Then she went for a pin or something, and left a TOOL BOX ON MY COMPUTER!

I'm pretty sure that the only thing keeping me awake during that chem lecture was the rage I felt... That, and I needed to be conscious so I could properly think of things to say to her when I got back to the dorm. However, this didn't work out so well, as she left at least ten minutes before we got back. So, I called her and told her - very loudly - not to 'touch my f*cking sh*t ever again!' I hung up the phone after my phrase, and decided I would ignore everything Audrina related...

I hate her most of the time.... Then there are other times like last night, where she's completely normal...and I can get along with her. It's complicated.... Whatever... Next year, we'll have no complications... and we'll be in a better dorm.... and it will be so awesome...

Yep - I've run out of things to say... I've completely lost where this was all goin....i'm gonna and do something constructive....

^_6;; buh byee!

-Jereality

Decisions Decisions...

2008-10-26T19:13:00.001-04:00

Sibling - playing Guitar Hero 3-

"The song is 'Reptilla'! It's either 'Reptilla' or 'You're A Homo'"

Sandella's

2008-10-06T14:25:00.003-04:00

Well, as of late nothing of large consequence has happened. I've learned some things about chemistry, biology, food, people.... food people. Weird, I know. It doesn't matter though... The thing that does matter, however, is that I am sick. Remember all those other times I said I was ill, and sickly and such? No? Read from the beginning, I think I begin to complain the second post of this blog. Really, I'm sure of it.

Anyway, those 'ill' days are nothing like this. Those were all probably headaches and just general not-feeling-well times. This time, I"m sick. I have a runny/stuffy nose, a constant headache [-I have a story about that.... if I haven't already told you.... -], and this cough that makes me feel like I'm going to lose a lung. Gross, I know.... I need those to breathe! Aaanyway, I will tell you how I got it.

Audrina. She was sick, and careful not to contaminate the things in our room. However, germs have a mind of their own, and if they should decide to cling to everything in the room, well, they will. So, now our entire room is sick. Audrina is getting better... Runner is still moderately healthy, and then it's Liz, who has a cough and the nose thing...and then there's me... I pride myself on being able to take common ailments and make them ten times worse. I swear, that's what I do... If I get a cold, my body will mutate that sucker to become a Cold of Death! So, now I've got the Cold of Death, and I'm going to tell you that it's not fun.

So, now my story.... I went home the last weekend, and I had been getting headaches for the entire week prior. So, I told myself 'Self, when you get home, you will get some Imitrex and all will be fine.'

Well, I got home and took an Imitrex and, well... That day was the day Liz (I brought her to my home), GGR, and I were supposed to go shopping... Well, I ingested said pill, and we went out to lunch. I knew something was wrong when my jaw started to hurt when I tried to eat my sandwich, then my throat felt like it was closing... Then I got a terrible headache, but I made myself look fine for the sake of not ruining the day. Well, we all got back into the car, and my neck muscles started to tense up... After we lucked out at L.L. Bean in the shoe department... we found nothing, and I really need boots... after L.L. Bean, we got back in the car where my shoulder muscles tensed up, and I got nauseous... It was terrible... I told GGR and she drove us home...then I went upstairs, and curled in a ball in my bed and called Me Madre.

I thought I as going to die.... Turns out - in the fine print of Imitrex - it says that the migraine pill could cause tightness of the muscles in the neck and shoulders, nausea, blindness and, oh yeah, DEATH! True story...

So, that's it.. those are my stories right now... I've got some Chemistry to do... Not looking forward to it, even though I'm beginning to understand it. Yay!

Quote of the Day:
Brought to you by Liz
-an elderly man has just walked by-
Liz: I hope... in my elderly elder years I don't become completely unfortunate... I mean, I'm not the most beautiful thing, but I like to think I've got something going for me...
Me: -laughter-

-This was funny because of the humor, as well as the fact we're both sick and fell asleep at four in the morning....

Peace Out, My Homies!!
^_6;;Jereality

Listening To: Paramore;; Brighter

Speaking of Travel

2008-09-25T23:07:00.003-04:00

Liz: You can read in the car?

Runner: Yeah...

Liz: I can't read in the car.... I become illiterate in the car.

Me: -insane laughter-

- - - - - -

Lance: You guys have fun at home... Don't do anything I wouldn't do... and if you do, name it Lance.

Renaissance Faire

2008-09-23T13:09:00.007-04:00

Friday:

Around 6 _PM the roomies and I piled into Liz's mother's vehicle. Well, it seems that I am allergic to every vehicle that my family does not own, because in that two hour-ish ride, I was nauseous. In fact, the sensation hit me almost immediately after I sat down. So, I put my head against the window, and prepared myself by drinking Mountain Dew every time I felt bile build up in my throat. I know - gross, however, you're still reading which means you care about what I'm saying. If you stopped reading, well... Your bad. So we drove for a while until it was about 7:40_PM, at which point in time Liz telephoned a place called Nick's. She ordered a plain and a pepperoni pizza... Let me tell you, Nick knows his way around a tasty pie. Liz told us they would be delicious - they were. So, we ate at her apartment and then we all took out our laptops -because college students don't go anywhere without their main source of networking - and played on those borrowing internet from a person called 'Russy'. Around eleven or so, we all went to bed, so...we did.

Saturday:

I woke up around eight o'clock _AM to an amazing breakfast of eggs, and bacon and little muffins and orange juice... It so scrumptious compared to the lack of breakfast I usually consume. So, we ate and piled into the vehicle again for a drive into New York. Every so often [- and when I say this, I mean almost every car we saw -] we would wave to the vehicles around us. While we were in Jersey, North Jersey, no one waved, though, when we crossed into New York, people started to wave back to us. We had a lot of fun, and yes, I was nauseous there, too.

So, we weren't dropped off at the proper place - like, we didn't park and walk to the Faire. We were dropped off in the middle of the street and Liz, Runner, Audrina and I walked across the street and into the Faire while Liz's mother drove away - she then left us to our own devices. The first thing we did was buy our tickets, which were twenty dollars - because we're all adults. We then were told to go through the 'Fr~r~r~ront' gate (roll your R's when you say that, then you'll hear how she spoke to us). Well, we went through the frrrront gate and saw - whoa, i'm totally drawing a blank... oh yeah!- Gallows! I think... No... The big wooden thing where people who slandered or whatever stick their heads and hands into the wholes... STOCKS! Yes, that's what they're called. We saw them, so, Audrina and I were like 'Uh, lets do this!' So, I was in the stocks for being a Spiteful Gossip, and she was in for being a Nagging Shrew. They were good times.

After that photo was taken, we were on our way somewhere when all of a sudden we heard a whistle and people laughing and clapping. So, we were drawn to the amusement and found ourselves at 'Curious Magic' in the Silver Swan Stage. It was hysterical. There was a man and a woman, both dressed in Renaissance garb, playing with fire and and the 'ox of Death'... The girl had to be placed in the Box of Death, and the guy put all kinds of blades inside... No tricks at all, we got to see after the show was over - she had contorted herself in the most uncomfortable position... After that, we worked our way back through the crowd and sat back in the bleacher seats for the act that we had scheduled to see conveniently at the Silver Swan Stage. We got the furthest seats, directly in the center - amazing.

Enter: Dextre Tripp. He is a tight-rope walker, except he said the rope he used was loose, or something. He did all kinds of neat things... Balanced a chainsaw on his chin, which - ironically - was bound with medical tape, he balanced Audrina on a chair he had balanced on a chair while he did a handstand on them... I'm trying to get a picture... Use your imaginations. Then, he sat on a chair on the loose tight-rope... It was so awesome. He played with fire on this guy, Bob's, shoulders... And, and, and he was funny! He told us it was because he was a middle child... that they'd "do anything for attention, just watch us! Look at me!" Those were some amazing times, right there...

Then... We went and watched a human chess match, which - in the program - is called the Sheriff's Chess Match. We taunted the other sides of the field while we waited.. the taunt I remember? 'Hey Baker! Why pay for the flour when we can get the buns for free?' and then my side went 'Hot sticky buns, Mmm Mmm.' and another side went 'And the Yeast!' Good times, taunting each other. Then the chess match proceeded and Robin Hood filtered out of the woodwork, and he became the King of the White side of the chess board, and the Sheriff of Nottingham was the Black King on the black side of the chess board. When a side went to capture the square everyone had to 'clear the board' and then those two people fought. Every so often, someone would be replaced with another person until all of a sudden, people were replaced and Robin Hood and the Sheriff of Nottingham were on the field. They fought, words were spoken and a Drama began as the chess match ended with a 'Re-Do'. The game was supposed to be presented before the Queen, and she happened to arrive as Robin and S.o.N were just ending the battle... Maid Marian asked if they could re-enact the match at a later time. The Queen agreed, so did S.o.N and Robin and the spectators (including the roomies and myself) walked away, waiting for the next event.

The next event was the Joust! The Gaming Joust where we learned that there are two bad guys in the Renaissance town of Sterling. The one we all know, the Sheriff of Nottingham and a newcomer, Captain Guy DeGuisborne - who happens to be the Captain of the Guard. Well, Robin Hood and Will Scarlett rode for the Green Team, and DeGuisborne rode for the blue team - however, none of that matters because the team in gold won. This was, though, the first time my posse encountered Davie Radish, grower and prevayer of Turnips and turnip based products. Well, after we were finished meeting him, we all bought pennants that supported the horses as well as the rider whose side we happened to be sitting on. Did we have a chant? Yes. Do I remember it? - clears throat - 'Roses are Red. Our guy is Blue. Get in his way, he'll run you through! Gizzy gizzt gizzyy, oi oi oi. Gizzy gizzy gizzy oi oi oi!'

After the joust we went and roamed the Faire for a bit...

On our way around the Faire we found a lovely spot where we got Iced Chai Tea... which tasted like Ginger Snaps...but in beverage form... It was DELICIOUS! And then we each got Henna tattoos. Mine is a moon, and what looks to be the blazing sun behind it and some stars... If you move yours eyes to the right, you will see the picture... However, if your computer hates you, you may not see the picture... That would be disappointing.

Now, if you move your eyes to the left, you will see yet another Henna tattoo. This arm and henna stain belong to Liz. It is a throwing knife, you see with the letters 'S + A'. Now, I believe the proper thoughts would be 'Why does Liz, whose name most certainly not begin with an 'S' or an 'A' have those letters on her arm?' Well, that is because they stand for Stewart and Arnold. They are knife throwers who were not at the Faire, and the act Liz was so very much looking forward to. 'Did she get a strange look when she got this henna from the woman giving them?' What a strange question to ask! Of course she did not. The Henna woman gave it to her for free because she, along with Liz, wished for the knife throwers to return. In fact, we wrote e-mails to the people who hire and such with the people. That made no sense. We e-mailed the people who run the Faire, asking them to re-hire the knife throwers for next year. If we haven't already, we will soon. Anyway, while we were getting our hennas, I was an idiot and smudged mine! You can't really tell, because the woman who did them is a genie... Anyway... Then we left the henna people...

And then! After we got our hennas we made our way back to the Human Chess match, which this time was called the 'Royal Chess Match'. In this one, several things happened... I, however, will not tell you the plot lines at all because I would hate to ruin it for you. I will just tell you horrible things happened, the Queen was besmirched and Robin Hood became furious and worried all at once and ran away after the Sheriff of Nottingham. And then we ran after Robin Hood, to see if we could grab a picture with him because we're girls who happen to think he is attractive [sans Audrina, who complained a bit...] Well, when we finally found him, he and the Sheriff of Nottingham and Guy DeGuisborne and Maid Marian(M.M.) a'scufflin' on Robin's Bridge! Well, I won't tell you what happens, but in the end, the Sheriff and the Captain of the Guard walk away, leaving Robin and his Merry Men [sans M.M.] on the bridge. Well, the Sheriff left first, followed by his men and most of the guards, making the Captain leave last. Well as he turned to go, a little kid in the front of the crowd that had gathered, stepped in front of DeGuisborne with his little double sided plastic axe and his little fakey plastic chain mail and little helmet. The two stared at each other until DeGuisborne walked around him, but it was the cutest thing I had seen that day (besides Will Scarlett). Robin then made a little speech... and then the crowd disbanded as Robin and the Merry Men ran away into the forest.

Naturally, we ran after him - still on our photo mission. However, we couldn't catch him because, well... He ran, and we had to push through people and small children with little gnashing teeth and plastic swords and a stick or two... Actually, I just made that up - but there were children! So, we tried to find him again and wound up at the jousting area again, which, incidentally was where we needed to be for the next event, the 'Joust Spectacular' and the 'Royal Joust'. Well, that's where we split it. Liz and I grabbed seats in front of the left side of the jousting area, while Runner and Audrina went to get beverages and a pet. A pet which I will not speak of because it's precious. However, I will tell you he goes by many names including: Sebastian, Sebastian Houdini, Sebs, Soubini, Frog, Froggie, Robin, Robin Hood, M.R. Hood, and Mr. Hood. Nothing in there will give you the species of Sebs... no, he's not a frog... Aaanyway...

We separated and Liz and I grabbed seats. Well, it just so happens that our entertainment didn't cease. All throughout the Faire were merchant people, selling their crazy wares: musical things, crazy fruit things...and of course, Pickles. Well, it seems that right before our section was a stop and refill station for the pickle truck. Also, I may have not mentioned yet, that Liz is quite like me in the sense that I will amuse myself with anything and everything around me. So, with that in mind, it will be easy to see what we will do with just a few more sentences. Every time the Pickle Man got a tip, he would shout 'HUZZAH!' Well.. that's all that needs to be said. After every tip he got, he'd shout, then Liz and I would echo him....loudly. He looked for us the first time we echoed him, and he called us his cheerleaders. It was good times... asked us if we had 'nibbled on one of his pickles...' Dirty man...silly...good times. We did that for quite a while until the show before us began. After we had our time with the Pickle Man, a woman came up and told us that we were on someone called Dudley's side. Well, we had already saved seats and such and had made ourselves comfortable where we were. So, when she told us the chant for Dudley was simply 'Dudley Do-Right' we switched it up, because we were going to cheer for Robin Hood no matter what. So, while everyone was muttered 'Dudley Do-Right' we (the four of us) were shouting 'DUDLY DO-WRONG!' It was good times... She scowled at us... Fantastic times...

Well, before the joust was a 'traveling theatre group' and before them, someone who announced it all... Well, he told us again that our side was for Dudley...He heard our chant and then pointed to the group of all the people on the bleacher seats. Well, if I get pointed at, my natural instinct is to point back... So, I did. Well, Sir Ivanhoe pointed back again, but like, slammed his finger in the air. Challenged, I bobbed my head back and forth and muttered 'Wanna mess?' Thinking I had won that easily was stupid. The man on the other side of the fence hopped said fence and stood on it, pointing until the music began to play. Called me trouble, and the woman who taught us the chant agreed.

Then, we all watched some crazy reenactment of the Frog Prince... It was weird... I didn't really like it... And then people were knighted and a Joust happened and it was all quite fantastical... I was on the edge of my wooden seat almost the entire time... It was so much fun! Well, after the joust and the end of the entire story of Robin Hood for that day, everyone walked away. So, we began to walk away to get our pictures for 'Picturing Ourselves In the Renaissance.' However, I get easily distracted, and saw a woman on the inside of the jousting ring handing out 'shards of the lances' that were used. I called them sticks, and she abruptly corrected me with shards...so, that's why it's in quotes. So, I asked her if Robin Hood would come back out, because we still wanted that picture. She said that he would come out the back door behind the Jousting Arena...So, we - instead of doing the pictures right away - meandered toward the back of the jousting place.

We waited for a little bit until someone I recognized came out of the back door... DAVIE! Davie Radish! Well, I snagged him up and shouted 'Dave!' He looked slightly stunned, but smiled anyway and came toward us. "What can I do for you ladies?" he said. Well, I said 'do you know if Robin Hood is back there?' He thought for a moment and told us to 'stay put' and he would check. After a few moments, Davie came out and shook his head, and then he told us to 'stay right 'ere. I will facilitate Robin Hood'. Well, we waited for a few moments until we saw a big smile on a returning Davie Radish, smiley drawn-on hoe bouncing in the air as if he were leading some sort of parade. Instantly, our faces fell - there was no Robin Hood to be found! However, Davie's smile grew brighter as our faces lit up as Robin Hood rounded the corner, Maid Marian on his arm, both following the bouncing hoe. Well, we then got a picture with Davie, and he said he was glad to help such 'lovely ladies', and then he disappeared. Lovely fellow, really...

So now, we had what we had wanted all day long! We got a picture with Robin Hood, taken by Maid Marian. We were about to embark on conversation when all of a sudden, Liz shouts 'Will Scarlett!' We all turn, and sure enough a surprised, and shocked Will Scarlett came over to us - we were still by the exit door, so...we were sort of stalking everyone who came out. No biggie. Well, we got a picture with the guys.

Let me tell you something really quickly. It was cold - it got cold very quickly as soon as 5 o'clock hit. So, when Robin Hood put his hand on the back of my neck, it was like a shock. He was very warm, very, very warm. I was giddy, to say the least. So, soon after that, Will Scarlett disappeared off to do something or another, and the roomies and Robin Hood and Maid Marian made a 'Friendship Circle', and we talked for about fifteen minutes. We spoke for a few moments, and he said that he remembered us. That we were the loudest ones cheering for him - which made sense, since we were on his opponents side... It was amazing. And now, I'm going into story mode... Here we go!

Liz was talking about next year, how we were going to come back and dress up and talk to people. And I said that we were and that we had already practiced our accents. Robin Hood looked slightly impressed, so suddenly he says 'let's here 'em'. Liz and I looked at each other like he had just asked us to stand on our heads or something. However, he was amazing to look at, so we did. Liz went first, and Robin was impressed and said that she was 'really good'. Then he looked at me and said 'now you'. So, I gave him my accent and he said I was good, too! He said 'instead of just dressing up and talking to people, why don't [we] just work there, and get paid to dress up and talk to people.' And then I don't remember what happened, but I wanted to tell a story about something and I got interrupted by something, and apparently, Robin Hood wanted to know what I was going to say because after the interruption was over, he said 'go ahead, Darling.'

I swear, my heart stopped. I started in a few words, and everything in my mind shut down. 'He called me 'Darling',' I muttered. 'I knew she'd catch that,' Liz said. Robin Hood only grinned and chuckled as I regained what was left of my composure and told him my story - I think it was about Demetri Martin, and how he should look him up some day, that we was a very funny comedian. Robin Hood told us stories, too! He said how a couple of weeks ago, and then backtracked saying that the events of the day was the first time it had ever happened. So, I offered 'once, in this dream you had...' He smiled, and went on with his story about how a couple weekends ago a woman ran around to all of the groups during the joust thing, and got everyone to cheer for Robin Hood instead of the people they were supposed to... And then, he switched into a scottish accent because I think we were still talking about them or something... But his accent was fantastic! He said his name wasn't really Robin Hood, that he was Angus and he snuck in and killed Robin Hood, stole his costume and has been parading around like Robin Hood the whole day... Very funny... Good times...

After our conversation was over, we all shook hands... and for the strangest reason, I still remained turned around from the group and Robin Hood and Maid Marian turned away. Their backs were to me, but Robin Hood looked back and winked at me. Instantly I grinned and turned around to see if my group was still there. Nope - they were at least three steps away from me.

So, not only did I get a picture with Robin Hood, I shook his hand, he put his hand on my shoulders, he called me darling and he Winked. At. Me! So exciting.

After that, we got our picture in the Renaissance time-period clothing as Royalty, of course... We all saw how sun burnt we had gotten... It was a whole lot of fun, really it was...

We are going to do it next year... We will... It'll be awesome... Working at the 'RenFaire'... amazing. I had the best time... -swoon-

Quotes

Me: - has smudged her henna- -gasp!- Oh no! Oh no! I'm an idiot!

Henna Woman: No, no. C'mere, I can fix this. We once had a kid who got a dragon, and we told him and his parents that he couldn't touch it or anything for ten minutes. He smudged it not once, not twice but three times.

Me: Whoa...

Henna Woman: Yeah. -completes henna...again- Now, I want you to repeat after me. 'I will not touch this henna'

Me: - holds arm away from body- I will not touch this henna.

Henna Woman: 'Or the Henna lady will find me, tie me up and roast me on a open spit.'

Me: -blank stare- 'Or bad things will happen.'

-leaving the Faire-

Me: - sees a RenFaire man shaking a stick around waist level- - I stare-

Stick Man: - stares back-

-We hold eye contact until I've got my head looking back at him as we (the roomies and I) near the exit.

Me: - sticks out tongue-

Stick Man: Ah ha! I knew it!

Me: O.O;; what?

Stick Man: I knew I sensed trouble in you!

Liz: What?

Stick Man: She stuck her tongue out at me! She's a trouble maker.

Me: You're waving a stick...you held eye contact....

Stick Man: -looks at my friends, they look like they are going to defend me- You're lucky to have friends like these.

Me: Yeah, I know...

-noise way behind us-

Stick Man: Trouble!

Me: Yeah, you should probably put a stop to that...

Stick Man: I can't, I can only sense where it is! -runs off-

Liz: What-

Me: -grins- I stuck my tongue out at him... He kept my eye contact the whole time we were walking... -shrug- Instinct...

Such amazing times. I recommend Renaissance Faires... Go to everyone you are around.... Look at everything - it's amazing. I love Robin Hood.... I'll try and get some pictures up when I go home for the weekend... If not, use your imaginations.... Yeah....I had a lovely time.... -sigh-

Robin Hood called me Darling...and winked...

^_6;; Jereality

Suspense For You!

2008-09-21T15:19:00.004-04:00

Alright, I will be posting about the Renaissance Faire tomorrow after my class... It will be amazing, you'll see....

^_6

--Edit--

So maybe, I will post about it today. I was very tired yesterday.... So I slept after I got back from my class... I promise, though, you guys are first on my agenda when I get back from english... Pinky Promise!

-Jereality

A Side Note

2008-09-17T07:41:00.002-04:00

Eight AM is wayyyy to earlier for a Bio lab... Just thought you all should know. I'm not a fan of waking up this early to sit in a double Bio lab session. Thrilled? Not in the least. I think after my Computer Applications I'm going to eat lunch...and then move on to Bio Lecture - where I have a test, and then after that I have Skills for College... that ends at 5:20-ish, I think. After that I think I"ll be able to get a real post in... Unless I"m bogged down with homework... Then you'll just have to use your imaginations to figure out what I"m doing. I'll give you some things to put in those imagination scenes: Me(Jereality), books, a computer, a chair, 18 bottles of various Mountain Dews, and Sour Patch Kids.

-If I had time....Mountain Dew and Sour Patch Kids would have links on them... however... I have a class at eight o'clock that I need to finish getting ready for.-

I'll put links on them later.

Enjoy your sleeping!!

^_6;;Jereality

College Teached Me Good Things

2008-09-15T16:29:00.003-04:00

Yo! At the current moment in time, I am listening to Barenaked Ladies. It's the live album they did - it's called, uh... Rock Spectacle (Live). It's the only album of theirs that I have.... It's quite fantastic, really. So, yeah - that's what I'm doing. Now, the real thing that should be going through the minds of everyone reading this should be: 'Jereality is in college now... Shouldn't she be doing some sort of work to further benefit her stay there?'

Ah, and you are correct! What I should be doing - instead of rocking out with my amazing BOSE headphones that will only allow me to hear the music and nothing else - is my English 1 paper. Well, I just want you to all be aware of the assignment and how I came up with my lovely topic. Well, we were prompted by our Professor, Dave, to think of something based on our literacy. Well, he also told us that you can be literate about anything. I happen to be literate in the writing field, and Dave is literate in reading the happenings in a forest, and another young adult in my class was literate on plant behavior. Well, it seems I am also literate - not only in the Writing sense - but in reading people. It's an uncanny ability, to be sure - however, it doesn't seem to work over the phone. Which is where the topic for my Literacy Narrative came to be. The whole thing is about how I hate the phone because I can't see the person on the other line. I don't know if they understand me, and I often can't see what they're trying to project because I'm missing important components of the story because I'm not there to see the gestures needed to get the proper point across.

But now I'm torn. You see, I hate the phone, but I love to text and IM people. I believe this is true for me because instead of getting half of the detail I receive nothing - just text. No hidden voice inflections necessary, no idle chatter in the background of the conversations that I can't discern - nothing. It seems I require all the detail or none at all in conversations - not the half detailed stuff I get over phone calls.

Hold on... Dinner....

Alright - I'm back. Dinner this evening was a Buffalo Panini - which is actually, in fact, a Quesadilla shell with buffalo chicken, hot sauce and bleu cheese... I've drifted from the earlier conversation with you all... I no longer wish to speak of phone calls... I wish instead, to speak of...well, there are several things... The Blood Drive that I'm super excited for and only have 3 hours and 12 minutes - 11 minutes now -, or the mess Vincenzo made for his own dinner... which was delicious, by the way... Or I could discuss the ramifications on the economics of the college dorm life fixated upon the usage of mac and cheese as a currency.

See? I can use large words without sounding like a nitwit. Go, Me! -insert sigh here- Regardless of anything I said in the blurb about what I will talk about, I will decide now. I will talk about how I enjoy college. My roomies are lovely people. Runner, whose desk is lodged beside mine on the right-hand side is one of the sweetest people I have ever met. Her personality is similar to that of Qualms', and it's lovely because I miss Qualms. My other room mate, Liz [who just recently celebrated her birthday] reminds me of Sibling, who I miss quite terribly... That's okay though, because I have a habit of going home on the weekends and speaking with her over the internet via iChat (AIM for Macs). And then there is my other roomie.... Audrina... She...um. Reminds me a little bit of Where's-Your-Logic-At.... with standard, Hollywood Prom Queen/Head Cheerleader rolled in as well... Whatever - we all get along and it's awesome. And when we don't get along, well, that hasn't quite happened yet. We do have an alliance, though.... A secret alliance which I dare not speak about because by uttering certain things I'd be condemning myself to a watery death...

That's not true... I plan on living forever. Like Highlander... you'd have to lop off my head for me to die... By doing that you'd be getting all of my power through lightning... Which, if that happens, I hope electrocutes you. Harsh? Well, you just killed me - so, we're even. Okay, I'm going to write my paper a bit more... and look over the Bio stuff because I have an exam on Wednesday.... and I have a Functions exam tomorrow - which will be a piece of chocolate cake - mostly because it's easy peasy. If you have an question for me, please leave them at the desk. Thanks for dropping by!

Quote of the Day

-Enter scene... I'm opening a package of gum. Liz's hand appears by my side, her eyes glued to her own computer.

Me: -tosses an entire pack of gum in her hand

Her: Oh!

Me: What?

Her: I didn't know I was getting gum

Me: o.O

Her: I just heard you opening something... I wanted some...

Me: What if it was arsenic tablets?

Her: -shrug-

Remember:

Sharing is caring...unless it's Herpes...

^_6;;Jereality

_{I know you're all curious.... Vincenzo[Runner's boyfriend] works in the kitchen in the place we call 'The Pub'. Today, for dinner, he made a philly cheesesteak sans (without) a roll... He put it in a little container and added hot sauce and had that... Runner, Liz and Audrina were disgusted... I didn't care... He made me taste it to tell them it was good... They didn't believe me... Ah well.... Woo, Advanced Palate.... ?}

College

2008-08-21T22:34:00.003-04:00

So, I'm in college right now and I can honestly say, I was kind of sad to see my parents leave...

Alright, so I woke up at six in the morning after going to bed at like...three o'clock in the morning. I'm kind of wishing I got a shower...I feel really skeevy right now. I don't like it. Anyway... We drove for about an hour and got to my school. My college. And then we unpacked, after several jokes on the road...so many good times. We then unpacked everything and got it to my dorm where Audrina, Liz, and Runner were already packing and stuff. It was a good time. I brought all my stuff and got everything done in about an hour and then Mother, Father, Sibling and I went to lunch at a place called Duck's Deli - Restaurant... It was delicious food, really it was....

Then we came back and found the room to be completely finished and looking fantastic... Everything is so amazing... My desk is the first desk in a row of three, and Liz's desk is in a corner somewhere behind me... but our room is fantastic. I really can't describe it any other way...

Oh... it's amazing. These girls are fantastic. It's not going to be difficult for me to become friends with them... they're already friends in my book... They like Disney, and we have similar style in personalities.... so, it's all fantastically amazing. I can't really explain anything else... I'm getting thoroughly distracted watching Mulan... that movie is so awesome... I really need to find another adjective... 'Awesome' and 'amazing' just don't seem to cut it anymore.

I'll tell you more about college when I have real classes on Monday... I haven't even gotten my books yet. Anyway, it's about that time...

Quote of the Day

Mother: -nods out of the car- That boy is wearing kneepads...

Sibling: He probably plays football...

Father: No, thats the kid who gets his shins beaten with baseball bats. Now he's got shin pads... -shakes fist in air- "You won't get me now! Not today!"

That's was some amazing times...

I'm going to muss them more every day, I think...

I love my family, I really do...

-sigh-

-sniffle-

Really...

^_6;;Jereality

I Hope You Have The Time Of Your Life

2008-08-20T00:49:00.003-04:00

If I were a wordsmith I'd say:

I spent the evening with friends I thought I would never acquire, around a 'roaring' fire built of wood, paper plates and other random pieces of cardboard and soda cans. Sometime during the night a shower of embers exploded from the fire 'bowl', ignited by little fire crackers. We sat around the fire, we spoke about the trivial things, watched a movie starring most of us, listened to music and ate pizza and drank soda. After a while, we went to another friend's house, and waited in his basement until he came home, then surprised him when he walked down the stairs - he was shocked. We then went to another friend's house and played Murder, a game previously diagrammed. The group of us, Flower, Tophersan, Dirk, AJ aka Mr. Bamboo, Onyx, msCyborg, General Chukamaga laughed and made jokes about each other.

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the Road

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go...

Then, it was time for us to leave. I drove AJ home first, followed by msCyborg...and then Onyx. I drove to her house a little under the speed limit. You see, I am leaving for a new location in a day, and I wanted to get as much time as I could to talk with her and just listen as I could before I left her. I'm going to see her later in the day this day, but that will be the last time for a very long time. After I left her house, I was alone in my car.

The moment I turned off of her street, Green Day came on the radio. Good Riddance (I Hope Your Have The Time of Your Life). I frowned the moment I heard the first few chords, but still sang along... thinking all the while. I thought about my friendships, how I hugged everyone who was in that room with me tonight. How I said 'bye' to every single one of them. How I could feel real sadness in some of the hugs, where I hadn't expected to feel anything but another person. And though 'I love you's were thrown about haphazardly this evening, I know for a fact they were true. I'm going to miss them, and I do love them, each one of them.

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind

Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time

I continued to drive home, the radio off now, looking at the road, still thinking. Everywhere I looked, there was some sort of relationship. I saw an elderly couple sitting on their front porch. I saw a group of teenagers standing around a 'hang-out' spot... and then I started to see other things. Like, how the glow of one headlight is far less brilliant than two - all alone, it really is not effective. Or how despite having a home, a small dog would rather sit patiently outside, sniffing the night air. Or how the moon, despite its haunting glow is in fact, alone.

It's something unpredictable, but in the End it's Right

I hope you have the time of your Life

However, despite the dog's content attitude outside, there will always be a happy family inside to greet him when he decides to enter. The burnt headlight will be replaced eventually, blinding each oncoming vehicle. And the moon, without the sun's warm glow behind, the moon would remain dark - and we would remain ignorant of the beauty it holds on a clear night.

And like the moon, I would be nothing without the warm love I have from my friends and family. Without them, I would be nothing more than a shell of a being, doomed to remain in a limbo between life and the unknown - not really living, but far from dead.

I'm leaving them all soon. However, if you look close enough, it's very easy to make out the faint outline of the dark side of the moon in the night's sky.

But I'm not...

All I can say is that my name is Jereality. I'm eighteen years old. I'm going to start - no, continue - my life in college...

I guess I'll just say that I had one of the best, most depressing evening of my life. I enjoyed every minute of it.

For what it's worth it was worth All the While

It's Been A While

2008-08-18T01:30:00.004-04:00

The title pretty much says it all. It has been quite a while since I blogged... It's not like I've even really been very busy. It's just felt like I am - I don't know why. So many things have happened since I last wrote... Uh, Daytona and I called it quits... I didn't know it would hurt that much... I wanted the relationship to end and I was the one who wound up in tears... Wyoming scooped him up though... - No, that's not how it happened. He asked her a couple days after we broke up... Talk about rebound, right? She recently broke up with her boyfriend, too... to date Daytona... I don't know... I told them I didn't care... but I can't not care. He was my first real boyfriend... and when we broke it off, he seemed completely fine...online... where it happened... because I couldn't bear to say anything to his face... because I'm a coward.

He told me that I can tell him anything [-after we broke up-]. He's still one of my closest friends. But to know that Wyoming dumped AJ to go and date Daytona - which I know is exactly what happened - just seems so incredibly... _shallow. She just... I've been so angry, and so annoyed... It feels like I've been stabbed in the back, really, it does... However, I have yet to tell anyone how I feel - besides my unofficial therapist, Tophersan - he's really been a fantastic help. I love him for that. Mother read over my shoulder once when I was having my 'Rant Session' and said he had 'a good head on his shoulders.' Which is completely true.

Alright...what else has happened... Oh!

I went camping! In the wilderness! Away from technology! Yeah, me and Onyx and her Father and Sibling and his best friend and several other Adults and two small children and a dog. that dog was fantastic - an Australian Sheepdog called Eli. One of the most well-behaved canine's I've ever seen in my entire life. Anyway, I had the best time camping. We were at Saranac Lake in New York somewhere. Oh my gosh, it was beautiful! The trees, and the water and the sky at night. It was so breathtaking, really, it was. I saw three shooting stars the first night on a rock, fifteen on a boat the second night and seventeen on another rock at a different campsite. It was so fantastic.

I got eaten up there, though... Mosquito and spider bites galore when I came home. Totally worth the scenery, though.. I definitely recommend camping there. You have to boat your way to your campsite... because they are all on islands! Amazing.

What else happened recently... I don't remember anything else 'big' that happened except Mar left for college the other day... It was sad. I leave in a couple days, the same day as another friend of mine : Jumbo/Bertha - Same person, two names...she's just that special. Anyway, onto frightening matters...

My Father - who is deathly allergic to bees - was stung three times the other day. He was doing a clean up with a friend of his in a city near my hometown... and he moved a whole bunch of leaves and such and I guess they hadn't been moved in a very long time because he said a swarm of bees came from under it and attacked.

He drove himself to the hospital where my Mother works and then got treated and yelled at five times for not having his EpiPen. I drove Mother and myself to the hospital, 'cause she had to work and I had to be the driver for Father... Today, though, Father was like 'Hey, do you want to see where I got stung?' Me, totally curious agrees and we take a whole bunch of bee/wasp killer with us and drive to the city...

Well, when we got there, he started to spray the pile of quiet leaves from afar while I moved the leaves with a broken weed-whacker. Mistake, that. Apparently, after their initial attack the previous day, they had regrouped and decided to swarm up and attack me.

Momentarily stunned, I stood still for a second before father began to shout for me to run across the street. I wound up with two stings one on each arm...they hurt. They hurt badly. And I'm not allergic, it seems.... otherwise...it's a very slow acting poison.

That felt good, the letting lose of everything that I felt I should tell you... thanks for reading! I'll write more later, I promise...

"We'll be back in a little while... See, we're trying to find a knife that will fit your back."

^_6;;Jereality

Pulp Fiction...And Other Things

2008-07-26T02:33:00.003-04:00

Yo you guys!

I just saw the end of http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110912/'>Pulp Ficition and it was very funny - to say the least. Never did I think to find a good movie on at 2 in the morning.. But, I accidently turned on VH1 and there it was, John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson standing around in blood covered suits... I said to myself "Self, what in God's name are you watching?" So, I waited, and waited until I could figure out a name of one of the characters. However, I couldn't... Seems I wasn't listening close enough, I did get a few fantastic quotes...

+If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.

+ If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this.

Ah, good timies. Yes, timies, I did it on purpose, I didn't just accidently type an 'I' in the word 'times'. ... Alright, so maybe I did. But, uh, I think I'm going to keep it there. Why? Well, you've obviously continued reading the blog, so you aren't confused by it and my point still gets across. My point, unfortunately, is not all that important... So, I don't know what to tell you there.

Time for 'Other Things':

Oh my God...I have discovered my new least favorite person... She is... Mary Murphy... The screaming and the orange skin and the woodchuck/beaver teeth... Whoa! Really, I can't describe the annoyance she causes my brain... I'm sorry if you like her or are related to her or if Mary Murphy herself is reading my blog...just...really, I just can't stand her. Ah well... I can always change the channel...

I recently saw Batman: Dark Knight and I can honestly tell you it took me a few minutes to find Heath Ledger under all that make-up... But I did, and he was glorious. Also, Christian Bale - still gorgeous, though it seems he's been arrested recently for verbally abusing his mother in a London hotel... Hm. Oh, don't worry, I'm not a stalker, I just saw it on VH1 - it's what I'm watching now. So, yeah. Oh! Cillian Murphy is, like, in the first five minutes as Dr. Crane/Scarecrow... I love, love, love him! I thought you all should be aware of that. Just something you should know... Yeah. It was a really awesome movie. You should also know that there are two villains in this movie. And girls - some guys - you do get to briefly see Heath without the Joker make-up on. It is brief, if you blink, you will miss it. I'm not going to tell you when, you'll just have to not blink when watching the movie.

More other news.

Me, I've got a lack of musical knowledge of bands and such - especially bands that I grew up with. When I say that I lack that knowledge, I mean I can give you some lyrics, the band name and maybe the song title, but I can't tell you the name of the members of the band. I can, however, now tell you that lead man Gavin Rossdale, of Bush is now solo... I have just learned this from VH1. I like Bush...Really good band, I enjoy them. Check them and Mr. Rossdale out on youtube or something... iTunes...whichever you prefer...

Alright, I'm going to take off now... It's really hot in my living room... I don't like it one bit, no sir-ee... I wish for the meat-locker, frigid temperatures of my bedroom. Yes...wonderful... Alright, I'll talk to you guys later...

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.

-Vincent, Pulp Fiction

^_6;; Jereality

Freakin' Bored

2008-07-19T02:03:00.002-04:00

-Life-Time Guarantee of Crazy-

There is nothing for me to do. Everyone is asleep. I'm not hungry. I'm not thirty. I'm not tired. I don't want to watch TV. I don't want to read. I don't really want to play on the PS2. I'm feeling lethargic. I don't want to talk to anyone. I almost didn't post. However, I felt that if I blooged, I'd fall asleep afterwards or something...That's what I'm banking on, actually... There isn't anything ON tv... which kind of bites...

Ah well, no matter... I'm kinda bored now, so I might try and go to sleep...Hit myself over the head with something...a shoe? A book... A plastic jaguar.... Whatever...

Yeaps... Later gater!!

^_6;;Jereality

Murder...And Other Fun Things You Can Do At Parties

2008-07-15T10:12:00.003-04:00

Hello my friends! It is I, Jereality, coming back to you after about a week of slumber! I've become a bit nocturnal as of late, and have been staying up until the wee hours of the morning before going to sleep until 2:30[sub]PM[/sub] - 4:00 [sub]PM[/sub]. It has been good times, however, I do believe that my vampiric schedule has come to an abrupt turn around. It seems my sleeping over Onyx's house and finally waking up at around 8:00[sub]AM[/sub] actually might be the thing that keeps me up all day until I fall asleep around midnight-ish... Mind you, '-ish' can round to, like... 5 hours... So, we'll see.

Anyway, I'm sure some of you looked at the title and went something like this:" (O.O) MURDER!? FUN THINGS!? SOCIOPATH!!" Well, no... I am not crazy, nor do I have disregard for the consequences I receive... No, I'm talking about a game. A game that included me dying twice in a row. I've also killed two people in a row... Yes, you heard me - I committed fictional murder! Fear Me! You don't have to, but it would be nice if I saw a little more 'cower'.

So, back to the game: Murder!

It's really fun in a big group of people.. in fact, I will give you the recipe for the pot o' fun.

Ingredients

1. A group of friends who total more than 5...in fact, 8 would be nice...up to you though

2. A house... preferably a clean one - instructions to follow-

3. Light switches

4. A cup/hat/bowl/paperbag/plasticbag - only one of these - instructions to follow -

5. Pen & Paper

Steps

1. Combine friends and house for several hours until the outside lighting is dark. -may take some time, depending on when friends are assembled-

2. Count how many people want to play, including yourself, and subtract one. This is how many bits of paper you will need.

2b. Write 'No' on all but one of these slips of paper.

2c. On the remaining piece of paper, write 'Yes'

2d. Place bits of paper in the cup/hat/bowl/various bag

3. Decide which of your friends will be the Detective

4. Have everyone but the Detective take a piece of paper

5. Once piece of paper is drawn, and everyone has seen what they chose, place pieces of paper back in the cup/hat/bowl/various bag, and save for the following round

6. Place Detective in a separate room -bathrooms are generally the place to put them-

7. Once Detective is gone, turn off all of the lights on the level of the house you are going to play on

8. The Person who drew 'Yes' is the murderer. Your job is to silently tap someone to kill them. Make sure you do it so they know they've died - but don't be too loud, otherwise the other people will hear you.

8b. If you drew 'No' don't touch anyone, just wander around in the dark until someone dies.

8c. If you've been tapped by the Murderer, scream and fall to the ground.

-Step Eight could take a while depending on how sneaky your Murderer is-

9. Turn on the lights, look around and bring the Detective out of the room it was placed in. Detective look at the scene.

10. Everyone must now move to sit - perhaps around the kitchen table of in the family room, to be interrogated by the Detective

IMPORTANT: EVERYONE but the Murderer must tell the Truth. Murderer may to lie to his or her heart's desire

11. Questioning may take a while depending on how many suspects are in the room.

12. When Questioning is over, and the Detective is ready to make an accusation, s/he must say "I Declare (^Murderer)killed (^Victim)!"

13. If the Detective was right, s/he wins. If not, the Murderer wins.

NOTE: You may then choose another Detective, and have house guests redraw pieces of paper to start a new round. Repeat until sun rises...or guests leave.

"That's a great sounding game, Jereality! But, what if I want to play a game and it's daylight outside?"

Well, citizen, I've got a similar game for you to play while the sun is still high in the sky. It is called: Mafia!

Loot

1. Several people

2. Seating to accommodate however many people you've got

3. A Deck of Cards

The Hit-List

1. Take the King of Clubs, King of Hearts, Ace of Spades, Ace of Diamonds, and the Queen of Hearts from the deck of cards - these make up four of your players

1b. Count the remaining people and subtract one, draw that many numerical cards and place them with the face cards.

2. Choose a story-teller.

2b. Once chosen, the story-teller takes the chosen cards and mixes them up.

3. Every player chooses a card at random - except the story-teller - and keeps it.

4. The Kings are the police officers. The Aces are the Mafia. The Queen of Hearts is the nurse. Everyone else is an innocent bystander.

*Story Teller says it's night time. Every 'goes to sleep' by putting their heads down and closing their eyes.

5. The story teller then says "Mafia, please wake up. ONLY the MAFIA lift their heads and open their eyes. The ones that are still “alive” quietly and unanimously choose a person to eliminate by pointing to someone in the group. Once they have chosen, the story-teller must tell them to "go back to sleep" by closing their eyes putting their heads down.

6. The story teller now asks the Nurse to "wake up". ONLY the NURSE may open his/her eyes. The story teller will now ask the Nurse to silently choose someone to save. Once someone is chosen, the Nurse must "go back to sleep".

7. Story-teller must call, "wake up" the Police Officers. ONLY the POLICE OFFICERS may open their eyes. Silently, the Police Officers must point to a member of the circle and choose someone they think belongs to the Mafia. The Story-teller must nod or shake his/her head to indicate if the member of the group actually is or is not a member of the Mafia. Once the Story-teller knows all of this information, s/he instructs the Police Officers to "go back to sleep".

8. Story-teller tells everyone to "wake up," because it is now 'day-time'.

9. The Story-teller now has to tell everyone who died, and make a reason how they died. The dead Person must now leave the circle silently. Unless, of course, the Nurse saved them. If the Dead person wasn't saved, they leave and get to watch the game with the Story-teller.

10. The bystanders (along with the Mafia and Police Officers who try to blend in with them - DON'T BLOW YOUR COVER!!!!!) now vote on who they think killed the dead person. Once people vote on who they think did it, those people must give a case as to why they didn't - examples include describing how wonderful their friendship was with the 'deceased', things of that nature... Once the bystanders have heard enough, they vote on the remaining people. The person with the most votes leaves to watch the game with the deceased - if there is one - and the Story-teller.

11. After the Meeting, it is night time again, and everyone has to go back to sleep. The cycle continues until either the townspeople are all dead, or the Mafia members both get jailed. The Nurse is able to be killed by the Mafia. Police Officers are able to be killed by the Mafia.

"Wow, Jereality...both of those games have people killing each other... It's a little inhumane, don't you think?"

Ah, it seems we've got a justice-junkie on our hands...Well, this next game will be a bouncy one for you then, dear.

VAMPIRE! - not inhumane... because it's a vampire... :K -

Requires

-Any Human with a pulse - preferably more than 7

How To Play

1. Count the number of people you've got, and write 'no' on all but on pieces of paper...write 'yes' on the remaining one and put them all in a cup/bowl/hat/various bag

2. Have everyone choose a piece of paper. Once all have chosen and seen what they've picked, place papers back into container.

3. Begin shaking hands. Shakes hands with everyone... repeat handshakes...

4. The vampire must, while shaking hands - in order to kill someone - shake that person's hand and either squeeze their hand lightly, rub their wrist with your middle finger - anything to let them know they've died.

4b. If you're not the vampire and you've shaken hands with the vampire, shake a few more hands before screaming and falling to the ground.

5. Everyone continues shaking hands until people start to figure out who the vampire is... Once it is figured out, start the game over again.

Yep, those are some of my favorite party games... I learned the first one last night... I'm good at it... It's fun times, Murderer... I was the Detective twice, and I died twice and I killed people twice and I was a bystander once... Good times...

So, go ahead, get out there and start killing you friends!

^_6;; Jereality

Used To...

2008-07-04T01:31:00.002-04:00

I used to go to High School - I don't anymore, I graduated.

I used to go to school with my friends - we don't go to the same schools now.

I used to be able to say 'I never had to say "I used to be friends with so-and-so" ' - but apparently, I can say that now.

There are just some times that I wish I wasn't allowed to say some things - for instance, "I used to be friends with her." I wish I never had to say that. It seems I am a terrible friend, that, because I don't 'pick-sides' during an argument between two of my friends, means I don't care about said friends. This, however, is not true. The fact that I don't pick sides is because I can see both sides of the story - I understand where each party is coming from. Some people don't understand how I can see both of those sides - and I refuse to make them see it - but I can. It's a gift. And suddenly, now, a curse.

Where's-Your-Logic-At (WYLA) is now, I think a 'used-to-be-friends-with' friend. She had a party I couldn't make it to... I felt bad that I couldn't make it, however, I had made plans with GGR and I refuse to cancel plans with family for plans with friends - something with my morals, I don't quite understand them yet, I just can't let myself put friends over family.... So, the fact I couldn't come to her party made her sad. I apologized, but I don't think that she thought I meant it. News-flash: I always mean my apologies - I refuse to say "I'm sorry" and not mean it - also morals which I do not fully understand. That's just the way I am, and I won't change who I am because one person doesn't like it.

Since then, we had the beach day I mentioned in the post before...you know, the one where it looks like I'm siding with PalmTree and Qualms and Onyx rather than Cheer, WYLA, Bretagne, and TinyPenmenship. I'm not though - I can see easily that it was all just a misunderstanding from the beginning. In fact, if we had all just stayed put for a while and decided where we were going to go, rather than just have each person assume we were going to one place, the whole fiasco would've been a wonderful adventure. However, WYLA took this event to be another personal dig to her from me. So, she called me a few times - the first time, I answered, and she proceeded to say I never pick 'her-side' and that I keep saying I'm her best friend, but I never defend her. The truth is, I never have to defend her because my other friend's know that I'm friends with her and won't say anything mean about her in front of my face.

So, anyway, back to the phone call. She also questioned my morals, some of which I stated above in the words prior to these, and told me that I was "being immature about this whole thing." But, isn't blowing up about this "whole thing" immature? It's not my fault she was unaware that one car thought we were going to one place and the other thought they were going to another place. I can't figure that out - I'm not Kreskin, I can't read minds. I just don't know what I'm going to do. She's been my friend for the longest time...I don't want to have to end it, but she's being ridiculous now. She told me I think too much about the situations, and don't realize when a friend is hurting. I do notice that, though, that's why I am the one people come to when they need to talk to someone. She then questioned my morals again, called me immature, and said I was not being a true friend.

I just don't know what to do anymore. This hurts, this feeling...It makes me tired, and I feel really worn out...I don't know what I'm going to do... I don't want to lose her as a friend, but she's getting to the point where even talking to her is making my skin crawl. She repeats the same insults to my personal being that it just pains me to talk to her. It was a chore to call her tonight... I didn't want to, but I hit a bump on the drive home and my thumb hit the 'Send' button. I spent 50 minutes on the phone with her...I hate the phone, I won't even exceed ten minutes on the phone with family members that I love.

I don't know what I'm going to do with myself... I had some pound cake after that call, now I have a terrible headache. I think I'm just going to lay down, maybe do some sleeping... I don't know, I'll write more later..give you guys some updates, or what-have-you. I'll talk at you later, I guess....

This fits nicely: I feel... thin. Sort of stretched, like... butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to.

-Jereality

All Burnt Up

2008-06-23T21:09:00.004-04:00

Ah, you think I'm angry, don't you? False - the title is quite literal. I went to the Shore today with Qualms, Palmtree and Onyx... It was a blasty blast. Even though we were all supposed to have a Super Friend Day with Cheer, Where's-Your-Logic, Bretagne, and Tiny Penmenship. However, those four went to a different beach... So, it was half of a friend day, which was fine with us, because, well, we were still with friends...And we didn't want to argue about having to pull the other four away from the beach they were planning to go to...

Aaanyway, while we were driving, rains of biblical proportions fell from the sky as if God and his friends took giant glasses of water and decided to dump them right over Earth. However, those were not bottomless glasses, and the rain ceased within ten-fifteen minutes, which was lovely. So, we got to the beach where Qualms plopped down and ate her sam'ich, while Palmtree, Onyx and I made for the water - after spraying ourselves with sunblock. It was a nice day out, to be sure, cool, even...The water, however...FRIGID! It was so cold our teeth chattered for a bit, and our bodies went slightly numb as we continued further into the waves.

Newsflash: Onyx does not like wildlife that she cannot see...For instance, in the murky depths that is the ocean.

So, we get over the chill and decide to bop around in the water. Palmtree and Onyx were talking about how cold it was while I was laughing like a maniac...My room is about the same temperature... so I was completely used to it. Soon after Palmtree found a deceased Horeshoe Crab [*Note: I want to let you know, horse-shoe crabs are harmless... Even more so when they are DEAD.] which I picked up, looked at and then tossed away from our group.

Upon getting back to shore, we - the remaining three - ate our lunches, and threatened seagulls. Then, we reapplied sunblock and went off to our respective activities. For me, that was a short lived nap, Onyx, Palmtree and Qualms went and played with a frisbee. When I say my nap was short-lived, I mean because I was not suddenly abducted by aliens or eaten by sharks, I mean that Onyx ran over and made me build sand castles. So, we did...and then I painfully reapplied sunblock...I rubbed sunblock and grains of sand into my skin. Ouchies!

I just want the world to know that I made a pyramid with a rather large delta before it...It was lovely! LOVELY!! So, after that we went back in the water, where we succeeded in bringing Qualms in..It was good times. Then we went back to the blankets, felt the ran, packed up went back to the car and drove to the boardwalk.

Then we met up with the four other people : Cheer, Where's-Your-Logic-At, Bretagne, and Tony Penmenship... We looked around a few shops before we all decided we were hungry again. So, the three I hung out with all day and I had decided long before we even got to the beach that we'd go to some place for pizza. However, the other four wanted to go to some other diner, so we separated once again.

We ate our scolding pizza - it was delicious...the cheese was a weapon if it touched your skin and the sauce was molten. Much like LAVA! Anyway, it was great with Garlic, which made all our breath - except Qualms, she used pepper instead - smell like ass. Then we got gum and it was all good. We were going to meet up with our other friends after pizza dinner, but we were going to leave at 6 o'clock, and it was just 5:45... So, we couldn't...

As we left we bought fudge...Mmm, fudge.

And that was my day...I got home and was all burny, though. I've got specks of white skin surrounded by red. It's like a tiny war os going on with the cells of my skin...Yeah! You can do it pale skin! Defeat the sunburn!

-sigh-

And I also have blisters. Woo...

Still, it was an amazing day...

Quote of the Day

[While driving down the road]

Qualms: Oh my God! An emu! Guys, there was an emu back there! In a crate!

[Discussing our bags of chips]

Palmtree: Eeww -shows me thumb, index and middle fingers covered in chip powder/'flavor'-

Me: Hmm...I use four fingers and my thumb -I demonstrate- Well, actually, I use three and my thumb...Pinky's just along for the ride.

Next time you go to the beach...

BATHE IN SUN-BLOCK!

And if you don't...well, make sure you've got Aloe...

Stay Crispy,

^_6;;Jereality

They Love Me

2008-06-20T23:04:00.002-04:00

I love my family, and it seems my family loves me too...which, to speak truthfully...which I will because this is my blog...is something that I enjoy. I graduated from my education station with Professors that I can now call my friends because I am no longer their students...which is also a lovely thing that I do enjoy very much. So, anyway, back to why this post is called what it is called... I keep getting these cards from family members and I think I got my most favorite one today... -keep in mind, I've only received four cards thus far...-

But it's from my grandparents. the ones that live on a hill in the middle of nowhere...the one where the nearest store is a little shack about four to six miles away. So, the front of the card is something magical...it's a rainbow over some body of water with a sunrise in the background - it's a drawn card from 'Academy Greetings' and it says 'For A Special Graduate' on it...then we open it and SHAZAM! The entire upper part of the card is written on, and the rest of the card says[ *Printed Prose* ->] 'A time to thank God for the gifts He has given you, and for the inspiring way you have used them with determination, dedication, hope and thoughtfulness. Congratulations'... I needed to tell you what the card actually said for you to first understand what the hand-written part is about.

It's written by my Grandfather..I call him Pop-pop...just 'cause I do. Anyway, he usualy draws pictures with funny little captions...I'll tell you about one after this... So, he wrote:

Dear Jereality,

What really "struck" me was the first line of the printed prose. What an unconventional concept!! Thanking God?! Politically incorrect! [Note from Jereality: I'm just going to add here, this set of grandparents is totally, completely religious...now, back to his letter to me] Wouldn't such a notion be offensive to an atheist? There is something questionable in taking pride in something you've had no hand in. Sorta like bein' proud if you're tall. God gifts us with abilities, skills and talent and we need to be real careful about to whom we give the credit, the thanks and the Glory. Puffin' up one's self is to be on thin ice. The bible is chock-full of the narratives of individuals who let their Ego run their brain. Daniel 4:28-37, Romans 12:3, 1 Corinthians 10:12

That being said, God has clearly blessed you. Bright mind, skills and ability. Latent tools awaiting to be honed, and to your credit, you've chosen to employ them. And, therein, lies the difference. You have made the conscious choice to diligently apply your gifts. We are free to choose our choices, but we cannot choose the consequences. This can be proven by choosing to step in front of a moving bus.

God has given us the gift of choice. Free Will. He'll never violate that gift. He wants us to make him part of our life. To choose Him. He'll never force your choice. We are free to reject him - most do.

As you delve further into the area of academics you will be exposed [to a] wide assortment of view points, philosophies and belief systems. There will be choices to consider and to be made. You'll need perception and spiritual discernment to avoid the snares and pitfalls that lie ahead for the naive view the world about you through the prism of your own personal integrity and moral principle.

In summary, continue to do as you have done.

I love this card, I really do. Gram'om wrote 'with all our love and very best wishes for your future' at the bottom... Love this card... and that's all I really have to say about it. Yep, with that knowledge, feel free to take what you may from the dedication to me from Pop pop...I suppose you could use it for your own cards and such...but you'll know where you got it...and I'll know..even though I really won't. ^_^

Oh, I got my hair cut the other day. It's angled and short in the back, and dyed black...It looks fantastic. That is all.

Quote of the Day

Pop-pop: What do you want to do after your junior year, then senior year?

Sibling: Be a chef...get my own restaurant...

Pop-pop: Going to Chef School will help that?

Sibling: Oh, yeah. Big time.

Pop-pop: I can get you a recipe for sourdough pancakes.

Sibling: Oh yeah?

Pop-pop: Would you like a recipe for sourdough pancakes?

Sibling: Oh, I would.

Pop-pop: I will see that you get such a recipe.

That was the best conversation bit I had heard all day...especially since it happened around 4:50 and I woke up at 1:30... Yeah, summer is fantastic...

^_6;;Jereality

Lies For The Liars

2008-06-03T23:04:00.002-04:00

Great album title, The Used..Also, it makes a lovely title for a blog post if I don't mind saying so. And I don't, so I did.

Today was Father's birthday. I made him a card...it amuses me...I'm going to show you..Here it is! My Masterpiece!

Glorious work of art, that...I enjoy it, and so did he... When he came in my room to wake me up this morning, he saw it there, hanging from a chain that is hooked onto my fan. It was good times. We exchanged good-byes, and then I went back to sleep only to wake up twenty minutes to brush my teeth and tell Sibling that I was going back into the bathroom to put contacts in in ten minutes...I was going back to sleep. So I did, and then *I woke up ten minutes later, went through my normal 'half-day' schedule until ten o'clock, when I left the Education Station to go to the horse races. I decided to bet on horse number Seven...When the horse lost is when Sibling woke me up.* Yeah, I fell asleep until ten of seven. She came in my room and was all loud... "Jereality! You did not come in in ten minutes...you fell back to sleep."
I blinked myself awake for real this time and watched her leave and thought to myself, 'shouldn't you have come in earlier if you noticed my lack of contact applying attendance?'

However, Sibling cannot read minds, so my question went unanswered. So, I get all ready within 15 minutes - like usual - and dropped Sibling off to school, and I went off to WaWa...I love that place, really...I do. So, I got my little 12 ounce cup of coffee, a Code Red Mountain Dew and an Apple Fritter...
I drank my coffee in my car and waited until school began, did the school thing...ate/shared my fritter in my fourth period Study Hall....which is actually a classroom, not a hall... I drank my Dew through fourth, fifth and Seventh... -half days means Lunch gets skipped...Lunch happens to be sixth period for me. -

So, my day of education ended with glee as Sibling, Onyx and I piled into my vehicle and I drove Onyx home. It's what I do... It's not like I'm driving across the town to get to her abode or anything...Easy pickings for me and my gas tank - which, by the way, took up like 30 bucks to fill 9 gallons. Re-damn-diculous. AAaanyway. I drove home next, and Mother and Sibling and I went back out to pick up things for Father and his birthday happenings. We knew what we were going to get before-hand so it was really no big deal. Though, Sibling made Mother and I crack up in Acme when we went to go and buy Pecans for the pie we made....That's my quote of the day, so be ready for it...It might be one of those 'had-to-be-there' type of things...but I want you to know regardless...and when I reread these, I can vividly recall the memories...

So, we did the shopping and came home and ate lunch and it was all very uneventful...except for the fact that I beat two more bosses in Finaly Fantasy XII - which I discovered is in fact 12, and not ten two which is a totally different spin on Final Fantasy. - Then Father came home, and we waited a couple hours before going out to dinner...which was alright...He really enjoyed his cards and gifts. We got him a gift card to Pep-boys and a pair of replacement Garden Shears for the ones we destroyed the other day cutting up fakey flowers... And we got him two cards....Sibling and I.... one was South Park with Timmy and Jimmy on it ... and it said:: "Ti-Ti-Timmy has a very im-important message for you" and when you open it the card reads "Ha-Happy B-Bi-Birthday" and you can hear Timmy going "TIMMY! GA-BLA-BLAH! TIMMY!" Lots of fun, that card... and the other one originally said something about being a special 4 year old we added a four...so it was special 44 year old....it's got stickers inside and a coloring section on the back...good times.

Then we went home, and I went back to playing Final Fantasy and then after about an hour I watched Hell's Kitchen with Father. It's what we do on Tuesday nights... And then I said my good-nights' and went to 'bed' which really just constituted in me turning on my AC on 60 degrees and putting my fan on high...some wacko put it on low... Anyway, I came online and decided to talk to my friends and such. Then I got frustrated, and then I got really, really angry...to the point I forgot what exactly I read that made me so angry that I had to reread it... Then I got even more angry and decided I would blog about all my anger. But then I ran through my day with you, and I feel better. I really do...that and I'm bottling some of that anger up...saving it for later. When I get all pissed off later, I'll refer you all to this post...something like 'Remember the time I said I bottled up some anger that one day, well...what happened was...'. However, that can't be too interesting for you, so I won't bore you with the drama details. That is, until I feel it completely necessary. At the moment, I'm absolutely content to live as I am...and that's all I could ask for in the remaing twenty minutes of Father's birthday. I'm glad I could be happy on 'his special day.'

Quote of the Day
[ - passing the Pecan section of the Nut Case - ]
Mother: What else do we need...
Sibling: - another section catches her eye - Chili Peppers!
Mother & I: O_o;; - silence-
Sibling: -chuckles- Wouldn't that be a surprise in your Pecan Pie. Oh, ho!

Ah, she does make me smile...

I did my best,
^_6;;Jereality

"That's Mine..."

2008-06-01T21:28:00.002-04:00

So, I've been doing laundry like crazy as of late and at the end of every week...I've run out of clothes! Would you like to know why? No? Tough cookies, buster brown.

I've been circulating through the same outfits! The laundry gets washed, dried, folded and placed on my computer chair! I wake up in the morning and don't open the drawers to my dresser or open the closet door to see what waits inside for me to wear.... Nope, I just pull the outfit that's on top of the pile of clothes, put it on go through my day, sleep and repeat. And by Saturday evening, I have no clothes... I should really clean up that stuff...

And I've already started, the big pile of blankets, pillows and clothes and photo albums and dictionaries is all cleaned up... Yes, it is a strange assortment of items thrown together, but that's where those things ave been going. Ah well... I've forgotten what I was going to say. No matter, I'll tell you about other things that've happened today.

My cousin came over today with his girlfriend. I'm going to name them for you right now... My cousin's name shall be Pete and his girlfriend's name shall be Shayna. Well, Shayna is going to college for floral things so Mother thought it'd be wise to go shop around for fakey flowers at AC Moore for so we could have three bouquets of flowers for the buffet table at my to be fantabulastic graduation party. So, Shayna and Pete and Sibling and Mother and I all piled into the van and drove to the Craft Super Central Station. The drive took only a couple minutes, however, the twenty minutes looking at fake flowers felt like an eternity. Though...the end product was and is quite lovely. I began to remember how funny Pete was... We haven't really seen each other a lot since we both entered a high school scene...and that was yeeaaarrsss ago. Good times, those were, in the Floral section of AC Moore...

So, we paid and drove home....however, our ride home was far more entertaining than the ride to our Floral destination. You see, in front of us in the intersection before we drive into our little burough was a truck. And on this truck there was a truck-bed. And on this truck-bed was a people bed. And holding this people bed to the truck bed was [or so we thought] a piece of twine. this twine string hung onto the street for like...seven feet. "I'm gonna drive on the string," chuckled Mother. [*Note: If you know my mother - which you don't, that's why I'm telling you - she has no sense of aim...really, none at all...keep that in mind.] So, as the light changed from red to green, the passengers in our van watched as the white twine string tightened. 'Oh no....' I thought, watching the string that was tied only around the head board and the foot board of the bed pull the people bed off of the truck bed and into the street!

So, while the people in our van are chuckling and giggling to our hearts content that Mother actually pulled the people bed off of the truck bed the owner of both of the beds exits his truck along with two other drivers beside us. We, however, do not...because, well...we just didn't...it was good times for us though...

Yep, that was pretty much my day....

Nerd Byte: I defeated the Nidhogg this afternoon in Final Fantasy XII... I've been trying to kill that sucker for three days... Props to me...and also from 'Quickening's...which I found to be very helpful is double and triple attacks.

Quote of the Day
Pete: [ on fake flowers with a ' flamboyant ' lisp] : See these? See 'em? You don't have to water these...You could...it'd be pointless, they're fake...All you have to do is [-shakes flowers here-] dust 'em.

Father: [ - upon seeing my room - ] : It's a disgrace, that room... -walks down stairs-
Me: [ - is already downstairs - ] -insert grin here- : That's mine...
Mother: [ - following Father down steps - ] : -chuckles- Yep, that's your room he's talking about.
Me: I was gonna clean it. But then I woke up at 9 and went to do flowers...and then we had lunch and then... -sigh- I didn't.

Have a lovely June, and remember...

All you have to do is dust 'em,
^_6;;Jereality

Absinthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

2008-05-25T17:02:00.002-04:00

Just kidding.

Although, the alcohol may give you the feeling of longing...I wouldn't know, I haven't been drunk, smashed or wasted yet. I don't think I will either...I rather enjoy the health of my liver and kidneys. Anyway, I've discovered that absence really does make the heart grow fonder. I suppose I should elaborate. I had my doubts about the relationship business when Dayton asked me to 'go out'. But having not spent any real time with him since he had his spider bite accident, well...I discovered that I really do like him. I have also discovered that I think way too much. Oh well, I won't get into that here - that's for my mind only.

I was going to talk about several more things, but for the life of me, I can't remember.

Dear Diary,
Mood Apathetic...

Things that've happened since I last wrote::
-Senior Prom. It was amazing! I danced the night away and such.
-Prom Weekend...I had good times.
-Went to 6 Flags for REBEL!
-The next day I went to Dorney Park...It rained biblical proportions and it was closed...and I decided to be passive aggresive against the weather and decide to do the log flume...twice.
-Graduation is coming up. I got a light colored dress for that.
-I'm still really excited for college.
-I'm also still wondering how showers and things will turn out in college....not really looking forward to that.
-I really don't Hate my Sibling....She's not all that bad, really.
-I meant that last bit.

I Feel Like Tacos...

^_6;;Jereality

For The Record, I Hate You

2008-05-06T19:03:00.002-04:00

Sometimes, when talking to mortal enemies, it is common to hear 'I hate you'. Also, it is common to hear 'I hate you' among siblings in families. So, when annoyed at my Sibling, over the phone - which I hate - answering and talking when I just want to be silent, I will almost always say 'I hate you', because I am not thrilled with the situation. Especially when I am eating my freshly made original sundae with mint chocolate chip ice cream and reesie pieces and called by dear Sibling to come and pick her up post-haste at a church function thing at a church we don't even attend. [*Note: We don't attend any church, so the reason she was there was because there was some sort of free food.]

Just so you all know, sibling had left me a voice message that stated: "Hey, Jereality...it'd be nice if you'd answer your phone. It's rude when you don't. That's why you have one...Call me back."

Now, my patience was already running thin with her, I don't remember why, but it most definitely was. So, today after school I decided to go and take a little nap/vegge out. So, I did and it was good until father came in and roused me from my half slumber.
''the dishes are stacked...could you get those done? when you go down, there'll be five dollars on the counter, pick me up some ice cream? and for the record, you don't ever not drive your sister to school and if you ever tell her you hate her again, the four walls you see around you are all you're gonna see for a while. Ya got me?''

So, that meant that Sibling tattled on me. And that means she is juvenile. And that means I don't want to talk to her because if I do, I'll just be very mean and I don't want to waste my energy. That, and I don't want to stay in my room for the rest of my four months remaining in this house. I really need to leave. I really, really, really need to leave. So, I'm going to take a walk, or something...Cool off a bit...I'll talk to you later....

-Jereality;;^_6

Least Favorite Part Of My Day

2008-04-19T12:35:00.002-04:00

Alrighty, I've had the same thought every day for the past, oh, I dunno, last month and a half. Every time I step in front of the sink, toothbrush in hand, myself looking at my reflection's eyes in the mirror...I realize that the worst part of my day is brushing my teeth. Yes, not waking up for education [ which I also have news about ], not doing the litter on Thursdays...or cleaning my room or laundry....No, brushing my teeth is probably the most annoying thing I do every day.

Nothing gets accomplished, really...except my teeth get clean. I stand, look uninterested in the mirror and I brush each tooth. I count when I brush my teeth...I count like I do in Concert Band class...1,2,3,4. 2,2,3,4. 3,2,3,4. 4,2,3,4. all the way up to 7,2,3,4. I don't know why I do, I just do. And when I'm rushed, I count to 4,2,3,4... It just make sense to me that way. Still, I hate to brush my teeth. Hate it. I get all fidgety and annoyed. I've even taken to brushing them before I get a shower so I won't have to get all angry after I get all calm. -insert exasperated sigh here-

Oh well...dental hygeine is importan, I suppose....
I don't think I'd want to be a for real version of this thing...Oh well...Onto other news, I suppose....

Alright, do you recall when I said I had news of my Education? It was in brackets...I said I had news about it...Well, I do.

I made Principal's Honor Roll for the first time in my Academic Education Station career. [Mind you, pre-k through 6^th grade does not count...Those were grades that were easily attained. I'm talking 7^th through the present.]

That's it though, I'm going to celebrate when Mother comes home from her mini-vacation. I miss her...She won't be back till late Sunday, and she left on Thursday... I miss my Mommy....-insert another sigh here-

Well, that's about it..Oh wait! I lied!

I saw Kelly Ripa's father today. Yeah, I went with GGR and Sibling to a magical place called, well - I can't tell you...but I was there. Alright, I'll tell you. We went to my county's 'County College' where there were these three large shredding vehicles. No, not like skateboard 'shredding', more like paper shredding. Our crappy little paper shredder has mild heart attacks whenever we plug it in and start shredding bills and such. So, what we found out - my household - via GGR, was that there was a bunch of people who shred such artifacts of bills of the past for free! No scam, either...you can actually see your bills/important documents being shredded in a camera which is strategically located inside the shredding vehicle. It was very interesting. So, our documents were shredded, and combined with a bunch of other people's shredded documents in the back of this giant truck. It was a good time...

And now I'll leave you to ponder what you're going to do with your bills...and such...

Have A Good One,
^_6;;Jereality

Aw...

2008-04-12T14:58:00.003-04:00

Well, I told an Instructor about this here blog...and she said she commented...So, naturally, we were both excited to see my reaction to her comments...Unfortunately...they aren't here. Which is very sad, becasue I happen to love comments. I'll have to tell her about this on Monday...Wait...she won't be at my Education Station on Monday...so, I will have to wait until Tuesday.

I have news for you all, though!

I have been directed to a new blog called Brain Productions, and it is very, very funny. The first entry I read in Diatribes - as that is the 'blog' part of the site was called 'The Santa Run'. Funny stuff, you will find in that site. Go check it out, I dare you!

In order to get to the Diatribes section of the site, you need to click on that specific section on the flashing brain - or, if you don't want to wait that long and you know the sections of the brain, click on the Temporal Lobe.

If you want to be adventurous and click the other parts of the brain, well, I can give you a bit of a Directory...

The Parietal Lobe is 'Picture of the Week'
The Frontal Lobe is the 'Message Board' ...something that I don't have... -shrug-
You already know what the Temporal Lobe takes you to....
The Cerebellum will lead you to 'Cool Links'...mine are just placed on the left hand side of the words you're rading now..
The lower half of the Occipital Lobe takes you to 'Movie Reviews'...
And the upper half of the Occipital Lobe takes you to 'Short Flicks'...which are just short videos...

And that's about it...You all should go and check that bad boy out...do it...

Oh, and my new favorite song is 'Psycho' from Puddle of Mudd...Frerakin' awesome...yep...

Alrighties, I'll talk atcha'll later!

Don't believe everything that you breathe, [-Beck-]
^_6;;Jereality

Mathmaticious Expeditious

2008-04-10T21:23:00.003-04:00

If you like Fergie's Fergalicious and Weird Al, well, you might like this kid: Drew D'Amelia.

This is one of the most creative videos I've seen, and it is very well coreographed and written. Props to you, Drew D'Amelia, props to you.

And for all of you 'link me!' me people, well [ that's no a bad thing, I'm one of you, too ], here is the link through youtube of Dear Drew D'Amelia.

Mathmaticious Expeditious

Is it whole? Rational? Factor out, substitute, solve for x...

Math Is Radical!

^_6;;Jereality

Quotes

2008-04-06T23:39:00.002-04:00

Just two of 'em...

^_6
Quotes
Wyoming & Me [on friendship]
Wyoming: I'm just a small pea in your circle of big veggie friends.
Me: lol!

[Side Note* : I actually did 'laugh out loud...for the record...]

And The Next One..Brought To You By Onyx
[on the fact it'ss 11:38PM]
Me: i'm gonna be so miserable tomorrow
Onyx: i'll lick you
Me...
don't do that.
Onyx: ...should i get daytona to do it?
Me: ...
no
Onyx: i'll be he would
Me: germs

[Side Note* : Onyx calls Dayton, my boyfriend, Daytona...yeah, I know..she's strange...]
And that's it..those're my quotes...

Nighty night, readers!

^_6;;Jereality

One Degree

2008-04-04T23:43:00.002-04:00

You may think that's an odd title for a post, but in fact, those are how many degrees I am from Kevin Bacon. Yep, no lie. I saw him and his brother and his band perform tonight, and to tell you the truth, I love him even more now. Well, it started with me, Father, Sibling and Dayton [my boyfriend;; ^_6] in the top balcony level and we were all seperated because of our tickets. Regardless, we all grouped together on the edge of the balcony where my seat was and waited until the Bacon Brothers and their band came to the stage. When Kevin started to talk he said "and if any of the people in the balcony levels want to move down, make the place seem more filled - you're more than welcome." And as if he had given us $100 dollars cash each, the people in the balcony flooded to the doors.

We, however, were first and got the most primo - free - seats. They weren't free for the people who had to pay $150 for them, but for us - since we were supposed to be in the balcony, we paid nothing. We were invited by Kevin Bacon himself to sit closer. Amazing? I know, and that's just the start. Well, after we got primo seating - we were like...a max of 15 feet away from him - I was told by dear Father to move up to the second row, as a couple of those seats were empty, to get better pictures. So, I took off to the second row[ five feet away from Kevin Bacon!] and got amazing pictures of Kevin Bacon, his brother and his band singing and playing along to amazing songs. AMAZING! So, after I got awesome pictures I moved back to the primo seats with my family and Dayton.

So, all the while Kevin Bacon and his band can see everyone in the crowd, that's just how the lighting and all is set up and the stage and such. So he could see me take pictures in the second row and move back with my posse. Eventually, a song about the woman begins and it's all boppy and I'm dancing in my seat and he's there singing "that girl's an eleven, what's in her iPod to make her hips have that sway" and he's pointing right at me! Eye contact and everything. Mind you, I've already looked around me...the seats were empty. The only girl in his direction was me. It was fantastic! Agh! I'm so excited right now! AH, good times. Good times.

QUote of the Day
Kevin Bacon: I learned that from Bill Nye the Science Guy
Michael Bacon: Now you're just dropping names...
Kevin Bacon: You know, James taylor told me it was wrong to drop names.
-crowd laughter-
Kevin Bacon: No he didn't...It was Marlon Brando.
-harder crowd laughter-
Kevin Bacon: - guilty look - No he didn't...

At that point, I was in the second wrong...can I tell you he had the cutest face when he was like "no he didn't" both times. It was awesome...So awesome.

And now I have a headache..I dunno why, i just do....Great evening for the Jereality...Great!

Have A good One,
-Jereality;;^_6

Blasphemy!

2008-04-03T21:26:00.002-04:00

Remember in every one of your school days, everyone said "don't worry, once you're a Senior - everything gets easier." Does anyone recall that? I'm going to burst bubbles here....It's a lie! Life most certainly does not get easier! If anything, it gets harder and more stressful. Once you get acceptd into college (if you get accepted into college) you have to worry about financial aid, and ways to pay for college, whether you're going to commute or live on-campus...how to keep a steady income when in college - because I can almost guarantee that Mommy and Daddy are busy with the bills from paying tuition to give you cash to see a movie.

Though, when you're still in your senior year of high school you'll be worried about the term papers that are due, the assignments that will prepare you for your freshmen year of college. Which, by the way, is kind of helpful in the sense that you're given deadlines in which to accomplish things and if it's not accomplished, you won't be hassled...you'll just get your well-deserved F and be on your not-so-merry way.

If you're not a senior yet, and still a freshmen or sophmore in high school and you've come along to my blog while scouring the internet for answers to math, science, english and hisotry homework, well, I've got some advice for you.

STUDY YOUR HEAD OFF!

Studying, no matter how lame, will boost your GPA thus giving you a greater chance to go to a great college. Also, if your school has openings for a student body government - join! Student Council is a great thing to add to a college resume. Any sort of extra curicular activity...join...Those are just a few tips from me to you. Take heed, my darlings, your future only happens once and your education should not be taken into light account.

Live. Laugh. And be Merry,
-Jereality;;^_6

Better.

2008-03-02T14:03:00.002-05:00

After I left the computer last night, I felt a strange calm. I didn't feel happy, I didn't feel sad...I was calm. It was nice...just laying in bed, watching TV, my fan on medium...everything school related finished and set in a pile on my desk. I was very comfortable. And when I fell asleep, I didn't think about anything that would consequently keep me awake, I didn't listen to the sounds the night creates in my house, I didn't think I was asleep only to find out that I was completely awake. I just fell asleep - it was fantastic. I woke up easily, got and sent a few texts...watched some kind of fashion designer show on Bravo...and then I came on line. Got some apple chunks, ate those.

I really like apples.
I like where my life is right now.

Don't worry about me.
I'm fine.
I'm more than fine.
And I'm content.
Perfectly happy with my mental status.

I think it's going to be a good day today.

I'll see you around,
^_6;;Jereality

Something Wrong...

2008-03-02T00:03:00.003-05:00

Maybe I'm more broken then I thought I was. I don't know why I'm even telling you this....Free psychiatry, maybe I just need to talk. What should I talk about?

I sleep and wake up exhausted.
I walk around on autopilot during the weekdays.
I sleep until noon sometimes later on weekends.
My assignments seem to be taking a backseat to something I don't even remember doing.
I zone out on most of my day.
I feel like time is crushing me.
It's hard to breathe sometimes.
Like right now.
This zoning out is putting a strain on my relationships.
I'm afraid I'm going too passive.
Too passive, I'll wind up dead.
That's not suicidal.
I promise.
I'm not dark. I'm really not.
I like the dark colors, yeah.
I also like orange.
And light blues.
And bright shocking pink.
And neon green.
I'm very quiet.
Why don't I have anything to talk about?
I used to talk all the time when I was younger.
Why did I stop?
Why did I stop running around outside?
Why did I stop caring if I am liked by other people?
When did I become so apathetic?
Why do I force back tears when someone asks me if i'm 'alright'?

I don't need help. They all say that. Maybe I do need help. Maybe I need someone to save me. From what? What will I be rescued from? Myself? It's cliche`. Am I my own enemy, though?

I'll think on it.

Buncha Nothin'

2008-02-12T21:59:00.000-05:00

Alrighty, so, I've really been up to nothing the last couple of days and up to everything at the same time. But that's not what I'm here to talk about this evening.

I'm here to talk about Juice.
And how much I happen to like juice.
However! Some juice isn't 100% juice. Even when it says one hundred percent juice, there is not one hundred percent of the type of juice labeled. For instance, Tangerine juice has like, orange juice, apple juice and like..10% tangerine juice...regardless of how many little orange fruit balls are on the label.

LIES! FRUITY LIES!

Though, Apple juice is bangin'...whatever kind of juice is in there, they done good. I'm pretty sure, though, it's mostly all apples...since it's the easiest to make and such.
Mmm....

Quote of the Day
Sibling: -walks in with container of Apple Juice- I wish apple juice counted as water-
Me:-suddenly- I wish I had apple juice.

I like that she came downstairs, all thirsty, poured herself some apple juice did he comment, and then I did mine...and I got her juice. She gave it to me and went back upstairs - without pouring another cup. All in all, that juice was fantastic.

It's the little things that make me smile...giving me your juice 'cause I asked...well, that's just lovely.
I love my little Sibling...

I also love Apple Juice...

^_6;;Jereality

Turn Up The Radio

2008-02-06T21:47:00.000-05:00

And sing a song of...something - I don't remember the words...

But guess what! Father fixed my External Hard drive! You know...the one I complained about in Update Number Three...in the post right below this one....No, right below...scroll down a bit...yeah, that one. Number Three...It's working now, yeah - listening to Dropkick Murpheys at the moment, too. Right from my computer. Yeah. I don't know what was wrong with it exactly...but Father called me up from my downstairs, 'vegge-ing' time and pointed to my computer. Initial reaction: 'What's he doing in my roooOOooom?' If you didn't know, italics means 'in my head'. Second reaction, 'what's that orange thing on my - OH. My. GOD! IT'S BACK!' And then I actually said, 'it's back.' Father sad 'yeah' and pointed to the lap top...said he hooked my E.H.D, my external hard drive, up to the lap top and it - the lap top - said there was some kind of crazy joojoomagumbo on it, and mounted it onto the desktop of the laptop. It was fixed on the lap top, and worked there - fantastic, by the way. So he decided 'hey, let's put this sucker back on Jereality's computer' and SHAZAM! I have my iTunes back. I am absolutely thrilled.

Oh, just in case you were also wondering - I figured out what was so funny from yesterday. A fellow member of the Education Station I go to reminded me. Lovely girl - smart as all get out. [ I never understood that phrase. 'as all get-out'. It just doesn't really make sense if you look at all the words together and give them their meanings in your head. 'Cause if we use intelligence as the example: 'Smart as all get-out' and 'Smart as anything' which also makes little sense. Smart as anything, beautiful as anything. What is this 'anything' in which we speak?! - but I digress]

Anyway, I have a picture to accompany this bit o' humor.

All rightie, do you see that? That is the new Food Pyramid - groups all the god nutritious things together and has a little dude running up some staris - i.e, exercise. So, after much talk abut this new pyramid, most of my fellow Education seekers are asking 'where are those fats and oils? The ice cream and the chocolate and scrumdidliumptious bars? Where are they?'

Our Health Guru man looks at us and says, 'it's there, it's the little yellow line...It's there, but we don't associate with it. They're like terrorists. Oils are terrorists. We don't make deals or mess with the oils or terrorists.'

So, naturally, we all look at each other, shocked, appalled, and slightly amused at this terrible and somehow fitting comparison. I guess you would have to be there...at the time, this was actually very funny.

Also, I pose a question. Look closely at the green 'Vegetables' section. What do you see? Vegetables? Yeah, nice one. But closer, closely at the screen. Close enough to see the pixles...Yeah, outlines of beans. That's what you see. Beans in the Vegetable section. Why, I wonder, are beans in the Vegetable section when there is clearly labeled a 'Meats and Beans' section?

Also, another question. Look closely at the 'Meats and Beans' section. On the right side of the milk, just above the tuna fish and under the pixley egg - Peanut Butter. Last time I checked, peanuts were not meats or beans. They were nuts. They and the beans in Vegetables should switch places...

That would be an accurate drawing of the food pyramid...Did you know it took 'em a year to get this done? It's not even right! Whatever.

Okay, it's time for me to go now...I have some sleeping to do...I'm already ahead of schedule..Got my shower, like, forty minutes ago...I usually get it at ten...it's like, ten twenty right now. So, I've got a lovely time gap to sleep through. Better take advantage of that, otherwise I'll wake up like a zombie with hair like Nick Nolte. Ah well...

Sleep Well,
^_6;;Jereality

It's Been A While...

2008-02-05T22:16:00.000-05:00

Alrighty, so many things have happened that I've wanted to blog about. But every time I get a free second, I fall asleep or have to go somewhere in four seconds. There was something so funny I wanted to write up yesterday, and I just can't seem to remember what it was about - that annoys the crap out of me, when I can't remember something to write about. Hysterical, really - you'd all probably chuckle as you went on with your lives...

It was that funny. And I don't remember.

So, now that I don't recall any of that I suppose I will do some Jereality Updates.

Update Number One: I had a birthday. It was fantastic. I went to a restaurant called Brio [Mind you, the site has sound..so turn off whatever music you listen to at the moment when you look at it] and had Pasta Fra Diavlo, which is supposed to be super spicy - it isn't, it is actually quite pleasant on the palate. Anyway, it was good. After that, I came home and opened gifties and such - that was also a good time. I got two shirts, a Maleficant -in dragon form, yes, from Disney's Sleeping Beauty-, some tank tops, and a bitchen camera that I will use frequently.

Update Number Two: I dyed my hair. It's black now - looks wonderful, by the way.

Update Number Three: My External Hard-Drive doesn't seem to be working any more. You know, that one with all of my music on it. Yeah, so now I have to listen to my iPod from my iHome so many feet away...Doesn't really matter though - I still get my music, it's just not as convinient as having it at my fingertips.

Update Number Four: I got accepted into the college I applied to with a splendid scholarship....on my birthday. It really is fantastic - I am so excited. I'm going for Wildlife Conservation...Zoology department. I :heart: Animals. Except penguins...they smell...really, really badly.

Update Five: - insert Important Update Here- This is for the updates that I know I've forgotten. I really hate that I've forgotten funny things..I should really write them down on something when the funny happens. I miss my Quotes of the Day.

Update Number Six: I got a new e-mail address. I feel like I'm really branching out of my 'child-ish' life and forging my own now, and I love that little fact.

Update Number Seven [last one, you guys!]: I went to a car show today - it was amazing. I'm going back some time in the next couple days with Sibling and my camera...to take pictures of some amazing cars...agh, I love vehicles!

And that's it so far...Rather, that's all I can remember. That's really bad - that I can't remember things. Oh well, I'll start writing things down like a banshee when they happen...so I can come home and gossip to you. Don't fret, my lovlies, it will happen...and my posts will be more frequent - like they used to be. I will be back, I promise you this!

^_6;; Jereality

Force Fed And Choking

2008-01-28T22:00:00.000-05:00

Isn't that the best title? I like it...Someone should write a song to go with it...Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, The Used, or Senses Fail - they have entertaining song titles....they could use that one.

I just thought of that...It'd be a good title of a book, or a special on Lifetime. -fade in soft, piano music...image of a girl walking down the sidewalk...alone- -calm voice- Jessie has just moved to her new town and despite her foster parents' urging her to make friends, she can't help but wonder : 'what if...' With her lack of friends in the town and her own misunderstood feelings, how will she fair when thrown into [ I don't know...insert your own dilemma for dear Jessie ]... -end commercial with a scream from lovely Jessie followed by piano cords striking a high E, D and B flat as water droplets hit the surface of a lake, each ripple forming the words 'Force Fed And Choking.'

That's wonderful. Ohh..That reminds me, I need to practice my piano. I've got my last lesson Wednesday at ...I don't know what time - I should get on that. It makes me sad that I have to leave my piano teachings - I do enjoy playing ever so much. It is quite the stress releiver. Of course, now that I know what I know, I can teach myself and I'll be fine..and it'll be free...except for the 4 months from now when I'll need to by 6-8 double A batteries at a wooping $4.67 . By then, hopefully, I'll have a real job with a pay check.

I do want a job..I like a steady cash flow of my own. It'll help me prepare for the 'real world'...I've done lost my train of thought. No matter...I've got news. Recall my Hamlet project?

Good news : I got a 92 on it - that's an A-. That's spectacular information for me. Especially since i thought it'd be a low B. I'm pretty sure it was becuase Senior Baron is a friggen genius when it comes to animation and such. If I weren't a paranoid nut, I'd probably find some way to stick the video on youtube and show it to you. But I am - so I won't.

Ah...Well, it's time for my incoherant ramblings to get a shower and go to bed....How I do love sleep...

Have A Good One,
^_6;; Jereality

BIRTHDAY!

2008-01-13T00:26:00.000-05:00

Alrighty, so that last post is less than optimistic and I would apologize for it - but I won't, because this is for me...this is my blog and I need to get soem feelings from my mind by sharing my thoughts and or feelings/emotions with the keys on my keyboard, and the screen of my computer....

Anyway, my birthday is coming up. In fact, if you aren't a wackjob and feel that it is in fact the next day at midnight. I happen to be one of those people. Anyway...my birthday is on the fourteenth and I am so excited because I got acceptance from where I have wanted to go for quite some time. One of my favorite birthday gifts thus far. That, and a CD I got from Onyx with a whole bunch of songs that commemorate our awesomness.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you all know that i'm still around and such...

Quote of the Day...Evening
Me: - puts new birthday hat on backwards-
Onyx: You look like a cupcake!

Good times...

Too Much

2008-01-09T21:58:00.000-05:00

The past few days have been hectic as myself and four other friends of mine have been trying to recreate Hamlet. It went well in the beginning - I wrote the script Sunday night, and it all turned out well when everyone read their lines correctly on Monday. Tuesday, no one could do anything, so I finished up the last scene of the lat act and printed out a couple copies. Today, we filmed a little more...actually, we filmed pretty much the rest of the play. However, despite what I wrote for the cript, we have now changed how the people die from a sword thwap to a guitar wack. That's not how I wrote it, that's not how it is stated we'd kill people earlier in the filming process. You can't change things that have already been filmed.

Why was there any need to re-write my script as we were filming? There really wasn't...it was abridged as it was...The entire of Act five needs to be re-shot in my opinion. Nothing works for me, and I feel if we are to get points taken off, that's the scene for it. We cant''t start out strong and then end with a lame ending. Not to mention, we skipped around in the script and pages were strewn across my home. So, not only can we not find the pages we need, we don't even know if we did a particualr scene yet. I'm sure we forget something. In fact, I have no doubts we forgot something. I'm going to have to talk to my group members tomorrow - see if we can reshoot tomorrow. The entire thing is due on Friday, no excuses.

I just...I can't handle things not going how I need them to go for this project. In fact, I've felt this way for a very long time. Every so often, I catch myself thinking about my friends and how dear they are to me, and then my brain switches to their habits...some of which I find annoying, but they're my friends, and I love them the way they are. But my mind likes to intesify things, so I go through my days questioning who I am friends with. Then I move on to myself, and how no one really knows me...

I was asked the other day in my English class in the 'hot seat' where a question is asked, and you have to answer...It's supposed to help with public speaking. I don't know - I don't care, I got it over with.

I picked number two.

My question was if I could pick any word to describe me, what would it be. I instantly thought 'act', but spent a few moments trying to find a less harmful word, a word that would make me feel less vulnerable...Then I thought that that would end up being an act, so it was appropriate. I said how I was very good at being a different person around certain people. What I meant by that, is that no one knows the real me. The honest me. I know the honest me, and she is a wreck. Completely unstable, supported only by the pillars of the fronts she puts up. I listen, I watch, I observe...I feel. I get frustrated. I feel like I'm watching my life through a television...I've seen the same thing over and over again...felt the same things over and over again...thought about accidently sliding a pair of scissors across my skin...leaping in front of a train....finding a garage and leaving the car on.

I hate those thoughts. I don't like to talk about them. It hurts. It scares me. I don't like feeling so open, I don't like sharing how I really feel. I don't like people knowing who I am, so I put up fronts that they can understand.

I say I don't cry often...that used to be true. But now it seems that every single time I think about something, everything in my mind gets blown out of proportion and my mind wanders to so many different planes that my emotional state just can't handle it. Through that, my physical being releases that stress, frustration and tension in the only way it knows possible...its cries. And I'm not talking about the cry, where a few tears leak, I'm talking about the body wracking, throat pounding cry. The cry's you take in the shower so no one can differentiate between tears and shower-water...the cry's when you wait until everyone else is asleep...making sure only you can hear yourself as you pathetically drift into sleep.

I get frustrated with myself, and I cry. And the worst part is, I never feel any better...because I try to bottle it up. I've been bottling my emotions since I was five years old. That is way too many years of choked emotion to escape with a few cry's. some days I wonder if its even worth it...just to even get out of bed. I know people would miss me, but they'd eventually get over it, and live would go on..and I'd be forgotten...just a blip on the map of existance. In and out in a flash. No worries. For me, at least.

I can't say anything else...my mind is telling me it's not safe - that's what it does when I'm getting too close to the truth. It screams 'retreat'. So, that's what I do. That's what I'm going to do...Whatever.

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. -Hamlet

^_6;;Jereality

So Close...

2007-12-30T23:48:00.000-05:00

At the current moment, I'm watching Dane Cook: Visious Circle and it's pretty funny. Talking about dead people now, and now it's something totally different because I stopped to watch instead of type to you guys.

I realize that I have been very bored for the past several days - after Christmas, whitch I will tell you about - and I figured out that all I really wanted to do was blog. That's why I was feeling kind of bored and lonely, I wanted to blog. I needed to type something, so that was it. I'm here now, typing.

Christmas:
Alrighty, every year on christmas day, Sibling and I sit on the top of the stairs and Mother takes a picture and then we go and open gifties and things. It's good times, really, it is. So, we took our picture and then we went downstairs and opened our gifts.
I got a whole bunch of things, and they are fantastic. I got the Dane Cook DVDs that I'm watching right now, a hat from sibling with '^_6' on it - she got it custom made, good times. A bunch of shirts and a pair of jeans and a nifty robe which has come in very handy over the past three days - which I will later describe. I also got Cinderella, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 1, 2, and 3, Fern Gully, Transformers, um...mini magnets from Father, some crazy pen from GGR, and a pair of fantastic BOSE headphones from Father...I love them. They're so loud - amazing. And a whole buncha other things. Ah, good times.
And then we did the bonding with the family, and it was good times. I loved the good times. Sibling got a camera she loves, Father got a new bed which he loves, and Mother got everything she wanted - which, in case you haven't been already told, never happens. I love when they get happy - my family, I like it.

December 26th, I rest. I play with my Christmas gift. I watch TMNT (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) and bonded with Father, it was good times.

December 27th, 12:15pm - Dentist's Office
I got my Wisdom Teeth removed.
Number one thing I want to tell you - dentist helper man, 'Nick', he was lovely to look at. Anyway, I was on the movey chair thing and it was time for me to be placed under local anestetics - not 'put under', that's just silly. So, he rams the needle in my gums and that hurts a bit, but I'm fine. Dentist Man (DM for short) says "Do you feel pain?" I look at him, a sarcastic shift in my brows as he withdraws the two and a half inch needle from my gum and I say "Uh...no." He says good and we get on our merry way.
First Tooth - top right, out without my knowledge. He pulled it out and said "Three Wisdom teeth to go." I blinked, "really?" "yeah." Blinks, Shifty Eyes. "Can-I-See-It?" He shows me the tooth. It's red. B-E-A-Utiful. One piece.
Second Tooth - top left, a little bit of pokin' on my gum but I didn't really feel anything. "Two wisdom teeth to go." Fantastic. I didn't even need to ask to see that one and he showed me. One piece. Lovely.
Third Tooth - lower left. Lots of poking on my gum. And then the drill. He jammed that sucker in around and through my tooth, that hurt so badly! So, naturally, my eyes tear up. No biggie - however, with the application of gravity and my vertical lay down position, said 'tear-up' became a tear fall. Just one. DM looks at me and says, "don't cry...do you feel pain?" I say nothing, and then I do that 'no' grunt, as he still has a mirror and a gummy thing between the opposite set of jaws - not comfy, by the way.
So, DM continues and drills and scrapes at my tooth until finally it comes out in four chunks of enamel. Lovely.
Fourth and Final Tooth - lower right. Oh. My. God. Remember, remember when I had that little tear-jerker thing up there, up in those words you just read? Recall? Well, this tooth got six of those teras. SIX! OUCH! Dear ol' DM asked if I was in pain five times. First time I said 'uh uh, no' second, third, fourth and fifth I said yes. Oh, goodness gracious. He used that needle I talked about before first tooth four times. And still, after all that numbing crap, I still felt pain.
I wanted so badly to just grab the little twisty screwdriver type tool he was useing to break apart my last wisdom tooth, and just break it off myself.
It was frustrating, really, and the woman who was so lovingly shoving the mirror down my throat was a big help, too. She choked me three times, for the record. Ah, it was a painful day. eventually, DM ended up scraping out my tooth in many pieces, chunks and otherwise bloody hunks of enamel.
Not pretty to see, mind you. And I did. I did see it. Because I was awake. I justl ike to state that. I don't know why...maybe because everyone else I know was 'put under' for their lovely tooth extractions. Whatever...

December 28th,
I woke up at 4 pm. Good stuff.
Yesterday...
I woke up at noon-ish...I did some other things...really, I did nothing.
Today, woke up at ten-ish...
I watched TV.

The past three days, I've worn PJ pants, a cami and my fantabulous robe. Good stuff.

Face Swollen. Medicated. Nauseous. Tired.

I'm gonna go to bed now...ugh, I feel horrible.

Nighty night.

I Meant To...Dreams..And A Newsflash

2007-12-21T20:19:00.001-05:00

Hey guys, sorry about the wait - I meant to post, I've just been either preoccupado, or I've forgotten. That means I've neglected you, meaning I'm a terrible Blog Mother, and I apologize for that. However, this time it wasn't for several months, merely a few weeks....or days, I'm not really sure, I haven't counted yet....Yet.

There were several humerous and slightly amusing things I've wanted to tell you and a few other things, all of which I've forgotten. So, I'll start off with a dream and then a breif retelling and realization of my day. Gather 'round the internet fire, grab your cyber hot chocolate and grab a blanket - this might be a doozy.

The Dream:

Okay, so I've been having these strange dreams lately...On Wednesday night I had a dream in which my Grandmother died - but it wasn't really my Grandmother, it was a fictional woman who my brain made up and configured to fit the role of grandmother in my 'dream life'. So, my G-Mom died, and I was very sad, and a friend of mine ( one who recently took me to Winter Ball - I'll call him...Hamlet ) was consoling me when a group of kids went and walked all over her grave. Well, naturally, I said I would kick them all in the throat if they didn't stop. They didn't stop. So, I climbed over the wooden fence I was behind and my AP Biology teacher comes up out of no where and says "Jereality, don't do anything you'll regret later. Remember, I'll have to report you..." So, Hamlet takes my hand and the dream me feels much better, and we go for a walk and I get all calm and stuff. He takes me to some barn loft somewhere and we watched the sun rise together. It was nice, I woke up feeling really good about the day.

Then I had another odd one last night, Thursday night....
It started out with me in a Ninja academy, where I made a whole bunch of Ninja friends yet learned nothing of defending myself. For some strange reason, I had to leave the training school and go home to live with my Grandmother (the one I've actually got, looked just like her) and all of my Ninja friends promised to protect me.
So, I go live with my G-Mom where I find out that my cousin and Pop-pop on my Mother's side are living with my Grandmother.(Note* Mind you, the Grandmother I'm talking about is GGR, the one that literally lives 1/4 of a mile away from me and is on my Father's side. ) So, Pop-pop and my cousin, I'm going to call him Horatio, have a long conversation with me about how GGR is going away for a little bit, and that I can still live in the house if I do the dishes. I agree, since I almost always do the dishes and I am so used to it.
I live like that for a couple months, until finally Pop-pop and Horatio get a letter that I can't read because it's in 'scribble text'. I get all confused, night falls outside and all of a sudden Pop-pop and Horatio have glazed looks in their eyes. My eyes get wide, I get scared and run through the house trying to escape my 60-something year old Grandfather, and my 19-or-so year old cousin - both chasing me with daggers.
I somehow end up locking myself in one of the bedrooms (the one that happens to be right above the kitchen, where a bay window has just been installed) and try to formulate a plan. Horatio and Pop-pop grow silent as they try to figure out how to kill me, finally deciding getting a larger arsenal being the best idea. While they are doing that, I am opening the window and deciding how much pain I'd be in if I just jumped out.
All of a sudden, I remember that I was in a Ninja school, so, I grab the ledge of the window and flip out of it. So now, I'm dangling out of a second-story window, my feet just visible from the top of the bay window Horatio is staring out of. I hear him shout, so I drop from the window, and run to the fence that surrounds GGR's house. I leap the fence just as Pop-pop and Horatio come out of the housee (which is not encircled by fence) and chase me.
Then, I see my Ninja Trainer, standing all calm in the middle of the street. No cars are coming, it's late at night...so nothing is happening outside for him to be there, yet, there he is. He says to me, very calmly, 'what did you learn?' I turn to face him just as Pop-pop crumples to the ground, a dart in his arm. I can't think of what I've learned, so I continue to run away from Horatio. He throws his dagger at my spine - right between my shoulder blades - but it doesn't pierce the skin, it just kind of pokes my back. And then I remember, my Ninja friends promised to protect me. So, I say it 'that a ninja always keeps their promise.' I turn around and look up to a set of telephone wires and see the form of a Ninja, squating on the wires, a dart gun glinting in his hands.
Then I woke up all pissed off because my trainer was about to say something when my alarm went off.
But it was crazy, my cousin and granfather about to kill me - I was terrified...
I hope I have another 'strange' dream....I really enjoy how vivid they are.

And now, onto my realization - I don't tell my parental units when Sibling does something wrong because Sibling has a very low self esteem. She can't build up her character enough to gain self-esteem because she doesn't get in trouble for things. When she does get in trouble, she gets depressed. I don't 'tattle' on her because I don't want her depressed. If I don't tattle on her, she stays happy and also loses a chance to become a more well-rounded individual. She lies because she thinks she can get away with it. She can't when I'm around. Then she gets into trouble. She gets into trouble, blames me, gets depressed. I get depressed because I feel guilty, and then no one wins. Except I'll get over it, I'm already well-rounded. I don't lie every time I open my mouth. I tell my parental units almost everything that it related to my education, whether it be 'oh, i've just received a lateness' or 'i've got a D in History' or 'I just passed a math test with an 11/10.'

-sigh-

And I watch my life like its a Television show...Except I can't change the channel, and it's all a rerun. Same episode, different day. Waste of my time. I listen to the same arguements ove rdifferent things, all ending up with she argued with me because she thinks she's always right. She's not always right, she's just irrational. And yes, it pisses you off, I know that. Did you ever stop to think, though, that it pisses me off, that it gets me slightly irritated that whenever you two argue I'm always there and can't get away?
You always find a way to argue in situations where I can't leave. The mall. The car ride home. The car ride away. I can't run from that. I want to. I could probably end the conversations if you two would just let me argue for you. I'll help you out.

You think you're right. And you think you're right. You're both wrong. End of story. Both have valid points, both and having the same argument. Everyone loses.

Especially me. I lose twice, whenever you argue. Six more months.

That's horrible to say - but that is how I feel right now.

Thanks for listening, readers...I didn't mean for all of that monologue/dialogue/trialogue to be there..it just sort of happened.

^_6;;Happy Hoildays,
Jereality

Nothin' Much...

2007-12-05T19:07:00.001-05:00

ALright guys, I've had this one quote I've been wanting to use so very badly ever since I thought of it.

I'm a writer and a role player - so I make up these people and write out their lives. It's tons of fun and takes away my boredom. Anyway, I've got this one story called 'Escape' and the two main characters Coh and John are going to get kidnapped... well, Coh is from a tribe of nomad people who live in the desert called 'Cascuns'. It jus so happened they are going to 'napped' by the Cascun's rival, the Duntaks. The main Duntak's name is Jak...and at some point in the story, John is going to be complaining to Coh about how he is 'dying of thirst' and Jak will corner John and just say 'don't tease me' all serious like. I'm so excited to write that, 'cause it'd be the second time John would have been cut off, speechless.

I'm so excited...when I finish it, and get it published, I'll send everyone who keeps in contact the nearest bookstore address so you can go and buy it...Yep, it'll be fantastic...

EXCITEMENT!

-So, Good bye Courage...what's the harm
If I was slightly...naughty
With love, (Courage the Cowardly Dog - Freaky Fred)
-Jereality;; ^_6

SHAZAM!

2007-12-03T21:13:00.000-05:00

I'm almost positive I had a post enitled Shazam before...It's just so easy to use....It's like, oh it must be interesting, it's such an interesting, eventful word.. SHAZAM!

Anyway, I just want to let you all know that it is aweful windy outside...So much to the point that I feel as though I may be swooped out of my room and transported to the O.Z. Do you all know what that means to me? Well, it is a Mini Series on the Sci-Fi network called Tin-Man. It's pretty awesome. I won't tell you about it because I want you all to watch it.

Now, I'm watching Heroes - fyi, it's intense. I thought it was so stupid in the beginning, which is why I didn't watch the entire first season. I accidently watched the first episode of the second season and wham! I was hooked...Of course, it took me a couple mintues and weeks to remember who was who...but I got it, and am in love with Peter, Adam and Suresh. I don't really know who they are...but they are lovely to stare at.

I had something else to say to you all, but I don't recall...

'What-ev'

^_6;;Jereality