Wow-ee

It has been quite a while since I've spoken to you all last, hasn't it? Well, not to worry! For I am here right now, and it'll all be okay. I should tell you, I saw both of the Grudge's over the past two weeks...The Grudge and The Grudge 2...and to be honest, the Ghost people are still in my mind, and when I close my eyes, they are right there in my face....and I've got more news! the movies...they were less than adequate, in truth, I thought they kind of sucked...No closure at all...I was rather annoyed...

So, that's pretty much all the neat things that have happened lately. I haven't really done anything interesting for quite some time....I should do that soon, I think...Just go out and 'chill' with one or a couple of 'my homies'...Yeah, that'd be 'bangin'...
Alright, that's enough of that.

I'll talk at you all later!

Save Brain Cells, Don't Watch The Grudge
-Jereality

Meehhh! And Other Things

I have a mosquito bite on the bottom of my foot. Can I tell you how annoying that is? No? No! Fine. I'll do it anyway though. It's so annoying! I'm just walking around and suddenly, 'oh dear...the bottom of my foot itches. Strange.' No, not strange! BUGS! I hate them. With a passion...Filthy little -mutters off into the distance-


While browsing my e-mail this evening (five minutes ago), I noticed an e-mail from my Mother, the topic, you ask? 'A Story For Your Blog'. Well, I can't deny my Mother the right to ask for her story to be placed on my blog, so I took a gander at it. Well, it seems - after reading - that her story is both funny, and amusing, thus making a perfect addition to the insanity that is myself. So, brought to you by myself, from my Mother: Grabby McPenguin::

A mother was a chaperone for her grade school son's trip to the Aquarium. She was in charge of 5 children. When it was time to go, the mother did a head count as the children got onthe bus. 1,2,3,4,... one was missing. It was her OWN child. The Aquarium was locked down as they searched for the child. They finally found him .. swimming with the penguins! They loaded up the boy and went home. Smelling the whole way. When the mother got the boy home she was so annoyed she sent him to his room immediately.
About 1 hour later she sent her older son to get the child and bring him down for dinner. The son came back and told the mother, you need to get him . The mother went to her younger son's room, and there he was watching Happy Feet... .... ....with a penguin!
The police refused to touch the penquin. The mother had to drive back to the Aquarium ... they are no longer permitted to visit.

Amusing? Yes. Probable? Yes. Funny? The same as amusing? Peesh Posh. Funny? Yes. And there you have it.



Keep The Mosquitos Far From Your Feet And Your Children Away From The Penguins,
-Jereality

The Fourth

Well, let's just start by saying Happy Fourth of July.

My day began when Father woke me up at 10 of nine for the parade. I said that I might go back to sleep, and he said it was alright and that he didn't really care about the parade. he left, and I thought for a while. father and I always walk down the road a piece to GGR's house and watch the parade. I can't not go because I'm a little sleepy. So, I got up and got dressed. What time does the parade start? I don't know, he countered. Well, it's easily assesed that I am not amused, so he gives me the latest 'send-back' netflix movie and says 'Go ask the Hall'. So, I go and ask the hall, where some woman tells me registration is at nine-thirty. At that time, it was 9:15-ish. So, I stared at her and her festival of pockets for a few minutes, said thanks and waited till she left so I could be on my merry way.

I left the Hall, dropped off the movie and went back to my home. Ten, I say to him. So, I went back upstairs and changed my pants from capris to jeans...because it was cold outside, who'da thought? Anyway, at ten o'clock, we - Father and I - walked to GGR's house and talked it up a bit, and then the parade came!

We had a bunch of little kids on bikes, and a pair of wins on a float - one enjoying herself, the other, though, looked like she could use some candy. Speaking of which, only a couple pieces were thrown during the entire five minutes drive-by. Needless to say, the funds for our parade have decreased exponentially since I have moved in. I don't sense a connection though, I'm too cool to bring the downfall of an entire community's parade lifestyle. Right? We'll go with that anyway.

After tha, I went to Onyx's house and had a blasty blast from 3 to 9 o'clock ish and then came home. Where I type to you now. So, all in all, I had fun today, it seemd to go by very quickly though...oh well, maybe tomorrow will be longer. I want a long summer, not one that whooshes by....those summers are lame.


Hope Your Parade Was Amazing,
-Jereality

Just Something Interesting

Nothing really happened today, so I thought I'd grab some pictures I got from the AOL mainscreen and show 'em to you...





There you are...Two perfectly nifty things. Personally, I like how the first actually says 'Spewing Inards'....it just makes me giggle....

Hope Your Inards Remain Inside,
-Jereality

Dear Galinda, You Are Just To Good...

Ah, Wicked, listen to it long enough, you start to like it a lot. thanks a heap, Onyx, I now enjoy the music. To the point I was singing What Is This Feeling when I woke up this morning. That and some song called 'Bella Note`'...which, in my dream was the song sang in Lady And The Tramp...I don't know if it really is, but it seemed to work out well, because on the third floor of my Education Station, the grand-piano they had managed to get up the stairwell and the other senior students who were doing this for their graduation, seemed to agree.

And there I was, sitting on a stool, behind a podium, listening to them play and singing along. After the song, a student I avoided my entire career thus far in that building...because, well, he frightened me...he thanked me, gave me a hug and kissed my cheek...then we played patty cake and he left. It was bizarre. Then there was a large confrence scene, the lighting went from bright to dull and back to bright again as the dream progressed, but it was mostly dull during the meeting part, where Onyx and I spoke about REBEL, an anti-tobacco organization, how it benefitted this very blog. Which, in fact, it doesn't...I don't know how my mind worked that one out. Oh well, strange dream.

And onto other news, I watched The Grudge last night with Father and Sibling. It was good, I had already scene more than half of it on TNT or one of those stations though, so I knew how it ended. That little boy though, the one that makes cat sounds, still scares the crap out of me. In fact, my silly mind as the little urchin sitting right under my computer table right now. So, I won't be looking under there for a while...for I am afraid of my irrational fear. Yay me!

So, I'm going to give you something that I haven't in a very long time...at least, I don't remember giving you one of these in a very long time. I could be very wrong, but I'm sure you'll all enjoy it either way. A Quote of the day! Brought to you from...well, Last Night....^_6


Quote Of Last Night
[Sibling and I are doing the Dishes-Cleaning up after Dinner and The Grudge-Around 10 o'clock]
Sibling:Y'know, how the woman came down the stairs...
Me:The one in the bag?
Sibling:Yeah, her hair was wet.
Me: (O_o)
Sibling:Their hair is always wet. Someone's dead in a horror film, they're tall, skinny pale people with stringy black wet hair. No matter where they died.
Me: Uh huh... -notices the connection-
Sibling:The kind of face when you see when you walk passed a mirror. All pale...
Me:-smiles-
Sibling:No, not you.
Me:-shrugs- So, you're saying, if they died in the Sahara, they'd haunt you and be wet?
Sibling:-laughter- Yes. Yes I am.

Good times. I looked under my desk. There was nothing there. Shocker, right? All right, I'll talk to you all later.

Keep Your Horror Hair Dry,
-Jereality

The Nightmare.

Yesterday started out wonderfully. I woke up early, got ready for a pool party, went to the pool party and had a blast with all of my friends. After that, I went home and walked to the nearest FYE store and bought the new 'The Used' CD, a game for Sibling (Ratatouille...or something like that...she beat it already), and the Special Edition of Titanic. Well, I watched thirty-five minutes of it before I had to go to dinner. It was alright...then I went to Onyx's house. It's always a blast there. We cleaned up a bit, talked..argued, rather about economics - I read, Onyx did the talking - and that went on for about an hour or so. Fun and games since I had gotten there.

Then, at 2-ish am, it was bed time. Sleep started out well...

Then I had the worst nightmare of my life.

It wasn't a nightmare in the sense I was frightened, but it was no dream either. I can assure you of that.

It starts out, my entire family - Mother, Father, Sibling and I - all aboard the Titanic, everything is white and clean...everyone is laughing and Father turns to me and hands me this little blue and white china dollhouse stove. It was beautiful, and only about three inches by four inches. He said it was his Grandmother's, and that he wanted me to have it. There was so much joy in his eyes...he's one of those people that knows everyone, and when he's happy, everyone's happy. When he's sad, everyone else is sad. He's just got one of those personalities, which, happened to transfer over into my dream.

A box of other little china figures were on the floor where I sat, a box with a crank sitting beside it. So, I put the little stove Father had given to me on the box with the crank. I stood up for a moment, then turned around and watched the little stove sink like quicksand into the box. I opened the little drawer, and saw the stove in puzzle pieces. Father stared at me, a frown on his lips, 'it's okay', he had said, 'we can just put it back together.' It barely brought a smile to my face, but I closed the little drawer anyway, a grinding sound coming to my ears. I opened the drawer again, and the pieces were gone. Another drawer had appeared under that one, so I opened it, hoping to see the little stove. There was nothing there except the little iron burners that had been on top. My little gift, Father's Grandmother's little China stove was gone.

The scene then changed drastically. Mother, Sibling and I are on the ground, in a patio type area. Not one of those little patios, with the tent covering, and a stone floor, no. The side of the house was bright white, there was no covering, and the ground was cement. But it was gigantic, gorgeous and all pure white.

Mother was humming softly to herself as she individually wrapped oatmeal cookies on sticks - like a lollypop cookie... - and tied the little baggies with bright red ribbons, so the plastic would stay on. She took one, and handed it to me, no smile on her porcelain looking face. She was my Mother, I knew it, but she seemed like a villain from a Disney movie. tall, thin, dark hair, white face and dark red lips. Keeping along with the white theme, she was wearing a white dress, a black fishnet looking corset around her waist. Sibling was by her side, a slight, sinister grin on her face.

'Give your Father the cookie,' Mother told me. I smiled and nodding, knowing exactly what it was, so caught up in the moment as I ran up the stone stairs and into the Master bedroom. There was Father asleep in the huge white four poster bed. He woke up when I came in and ran to the drawer to rip off the plastic coverings, leaving it, the ribbon and a few crumbs on the wooden surface before I ran to him. 'I made you a cookie, Dad!' I shouted, a smile on my face as I handed it to him. He smiled, and kissed my forehead, taking the cookie from me and eating it. The words rang through my head as I watched a look of disappointment fill his light blue eyes.

Mind you, my brain remembers every single detail about my Father and sticks them right in this dream, as if it were reality.

'Feeling choked up?' my Mother asked, her arms were crossed over her chest as she stood at the foot of the bed, Sibling standing right beside her, looking almost identical. Father looked at me, tears coming to my eyes as I looked from the wrapper on the table, to the bits of crumbs on the bed, Father's eyes welling up as he died.

I knew what I was doing. I knew what it was. I poisoned him. 'I made you a cooke. I did...'

That was probably the first time I've ever woken up crying. I woke up at 5:25 am, and stayed awake until 7:13, unable to go to sleep, Father's disappointed eyes looking straight at me. No matter what I did, I couldn't shake the nightmare. I went downstairs quietly, got a drink, wet my face, and went back to Onyx's room. Everything I thought of seemed to link directly back to memories of my life with my Dad. Which made me cry again. I don't know how I got to sleep again...but I did until eleven.

It all seemed so real, the wave of shock that ran through my nightmare self, the fear, the pain of killing my own Father...I couldn't believe it. Why would I even dream up that? God knows I love that man with all my heart...why would I kill him? I don't understand it.

And it wasn't like I could goo walk to his room, and wake him up to talk with him or anything...I wasn't at home. Worst sleep ever. The worst. Made me understand how mortal people are...and that understanding hurts.

Sweet Dreams,
-Jereality

The Equation

What do you get when you've got two bored people, one who is willing to get messy, the other a culinary enthusiast, a Mother who will supervise whatever crazy schemes the two may think up, a marble slab and a stove full of possibilities?

Well, you get a mess is what you get. Around four o'clock, Sibling and I decided we were bored, though, I didn't want to do anything, while she, on the other hand, complained on the steps that she wanted to 'make the, y'know, sugar stuff.' Mother and I looked at each other from our respective lounge spots, 'taffy?', we had proposed. 'No! The...where you just pour it out and it comes in strings? You know! The sugar!'

Needless to say, we had no inkling of what she was talking about, so we pushed the taffy theory until she believed that is what she wanted. So, she took off, to my room, which was a shock to me when I entered, computer already on and logged onto my name...Anyway, she ran down stairs, flailing a paper in my face, saying 'jereality! Jereality! Make this with me! It'll be an adventure. We're going on an adventure, Charlie!* An adventure!' So I sighed, and heaved myself from the wonderful couch which I had cleaned seven hours prior at the crack of dawn, and followed her into the kitchen, where, I sat myself on a chair, uninterested.

Uninterested, of course, until the goop was laying on a marble slab on our table, just calling my name. 'Go on, Jereality, pick up that spatula...fold me over, c'mon, you know you want to. I'm all sugar...So tasty...' All of a sudden, I was in the front lines, ordering my goopie sugary army of tooth decay and clogged arteries into battle! Then, Sibling and I split it evenly, and I took my half of, well...sort of liquid sort of solid corn syrup sugar water with 1 1/2 tablespoons of butter, and dyed them our respective colors. Sibling chose Green, which is odd, because her color is red, and I chose blue...because it's the best.
^{This is before the color, Sibling is working hard here...kneeding, or something...I dunno...}
She added some peppermint flavoring to hers, as did I, and then I promptly turned my nose up at the sticky, peppermint smell of my blue goop. Then it dawned on me, Vanilla extract smells nice. So, I added a drop or two of that, and...nothing happened.
^{Us kneeding our...goop}
No insta-charm to make the stuff taffy-life, it continued to move around like...well, glue, really. Now that I think about it. Sibling and I finally decided nothing was going to happen, so, we played in it. Boy howdy, that stuff made some awesome sounds when you slam your hands in it. Eventually, we mixed both of our blobs together to make a giant canvas. We drew all over it...tasty...




Oh the fun adventure that was, until, there was cleanup. In which case paper towells was not the best thing to use. A sponge, and some hand soap, on the other hand...works wonders. But no, seriously, we washed that sucker until it was spotless. Good thing about marble, that sticky stuff comes right off. Oh, and to let you all know, it really did taste pretty good. Mine, better than Sibling's...because I'm not a fan of that all too powerful peppermint...I'm sure it was tasty to anyone else though, I mean, if you like peppermint, and all...

And just for you, we decided to throw out a shout out to one of my most interesting past times...Complaining, whining, and mindlessly chatting to all of you. I dedicate this mass of sugar, corn syrup, butter, water, neon blue, green, peppermint and vanilla extract to you, my readers...You deserve it...Plus, it's pretty cool, I think. Sibling wrote the 'JER' part, I did the 'EALITY' part....and almost ran out of goop for the 'Y'....no biggie...you can still sort of see it. We both stuck our hands in the pictures, but you can barely see my finger tips...Sibling, on the other hand is in the photo...Yeah...Enjoy!



I Hope All Of Your Sugary Adventures Go Smoothly,
-Jereality

_{*Charlie, from Charlie The Unicorn Goes To Candy Mountain...Go check it out if you like funny things, and unicorns and singing candy pieces. It's lots of fun...Enjoy!}

A Little Bit Late...

Well, as you recall, last night's adventure led me to remain awake until the wee hours of the morning...In fact, I fell asleep to the sunrise and the birds singing their morning songs... You know how a normal person gets, like, seven to eight hours of sleep a night? I got at least ten, for I fell asleep at five and woke up at three pm. Yes, Three O'clock....the little coo-coo-clock downstairs was singing and I just laid there, in my bed, thinking to myself 'Self, you are still tired...'

On that note, I decided to go downstairs and heat up some Chinese food from last night's dinner...and top off the Root Beer that we got for free. That's what happens when you spend over fifty dollars at the Chinese food place across the way. Anyway, I cleaned the living room after that, and now I think I'm going to vaccuum my room, because everyone is awake...or gone. Which means I have free range of volume, i.e., the vaccuum. Yay me! So, that's about it...If anything interesting happens, well, I'll hop back on the computer and type it to you all.

Get Rested,
-Jereality

Summer Has Begun

You heard it here - probably - last, folks! Summer has arrived, and with its weather, so have the bugs made their appearance also. Or rather, their marks... Yes'iree bob, in fact, I'll show you a picture.
See? Right there? That is what we call a mosquito bite. I usually don't get bitten, because I try to be mean, thus giving me not so sweet blood, ergo, no eating. Unfortunatly, I have been rather nice, and quiet, and pleasant...wouldn't you agree? Anywho, I got a bug bite, and I am less than thrilled.

Also, I'd like to mention that it is 2:59 am, Friday morning, and I currently want to vaccuum my bedroom. But I cannot. For the other members of my family would frown upon it...if they were awake. In other news, I think my cat has fleas, and the dog is slightly blinder than usual. Ah, the woes of Jereality...No matter, I'll get over it...Except this bug bite...and that nagging feeling you feel when there is a piece of hair on your arm and you just can't seem to get it off....Anyone have days like that? Ladies? Men? Other? You go to brush it away only to find nothing there in the first place, then feeling it again...I hate that...big time. I also hate people who nag on and on and on about stupid things, so I'm going to stop that. Right...now. Yeah, all out of my system...

Alright, I think I might do some laundry then read...or color....or watch a movie...or read and color while watching a movie...and painting my nails and eating some cereal. Or...I'll just put myself to sleep with some Dramamine...Either way, I'm a happy bug bitten person.

Keep the Repellent nearby and enjoy the heat...



-Jereality

The End.

Not only is it a great song by My Chemical Romance, but it also marks the last day of the Education Station I attend. I am rather pleased with my bad self, what with moving up in my years, and getting more privileges. And yet another title. You know what I mean by titles, yes? Well, there's the general, seventh graders, eighth graders, then the titles of Freshmen, Sophmores, Juniors, and Seniors...and once you're done being a Senior, you go to being a Freshmen again. It's all very monotonous...but like I said before, the privileges are a lovely bonus.

I had water ice today. Blue; the only color worth eating...of course, I was later given red, which I mixed to create a tasty purple color. I thought you'd all like to know that there is dirt under my left hand ring finger nail...do you all know how annoying it is to type with something under your fingernail? But I am progressing, because I love you. If it weren't for all of you avid readers, I wouldn't be getting any hits. And without the hits, I wouldn't blog...because there'd be no one out there to go and say 'wow...she's a fruitbat, that Jereality. I like 'er. Boot mark time!'

And without something as random as myself, or as informational about small nothings as I am, I'd worry for your mental health. Very unfortunate...the lack of mental health in your heads from not reading my blog. Of course, you'd all probably be a bit saner if you didn't, and kept the random to me...but where's the fun in that? Honestly?

Okay, it is time to make my exit, and leave you with the title for this post...

The End.

-Jereality

XTU And Other Things...

Hello! And welcome to my blog!

Now that I've got that out of my system, I'd like to apologize on the lack of information I have given you about my life. Well, on Saturday...what is this month? June? Wow..June already. Anyway, on Saturday, June 9^th I went to the XTU concert...Philly's Country Music station, or something...I don't know...but it was freakin' hot! The weather, the guys, the music...did I say weather already? Man, am I glad I didn't wear jeans like I said I would.

Well, we, my band of merry music lovers...seven or eight of us total, were on a bunch of beach towels and blankets all set up on the lawn area, and a friend, DisneyGirl, had gotten front seat tickets...So, some of us would get to go down and see the acts up close. Of course, the sitting area was open to everyone until 5 o'clock, when Clint Black came on, and all the guys after that...

It was pretty awesome...Man, I wish I'dve brought my camera...there were several amazing shots of landscapes, and a couple shots I could've taken of the 37,000 people there. Confederate flags were everywhere. One guy, in particular, who, my dear lady readers, was quite the looker... ^_-...He wore a black cowboy hat, jeans, and a confedorate flag as a cape. The girls in my band of music lovers began to call him Confederate Flag Man...because that's what I called him. Not to his face, of course, but from afar.

So, we waited for a while, listened to some music and played cards on the towles and stuff, and had a lot of fun. I was in the seats for a singer called Luke Bryan...He's a sexy little guy, really, he is, and he has such nice teeth. And after Luke, was Bucky Covington, he was amazing too. I think you should all check them out, it's good stuff to listen to. It's country music, but it's still amazing, for all you readers who are die hard rock fans..or if you're a power pop type of person..Whichever, just give 'em a listen and see if you like them or not.

Also, if you got this address from XTU, as I wrote it on two beach balls that were floating around, and texted in on the big screen in the inner seated area, welcome to the blog. It's great to see you - figuratively - here...and I hope you'll stay and read on, giving comments and such, regardless of what I type....

As for the 'Other Things' part of the title, I've since forgotten what they were...So, instead of chaning the title to just 'XTU', I'm going to leave it, and assume you're going to use your imagination, giving me a good rest of the weekend in your minds.

With Internet Based-Love,
-Jereality

Rather Odd...

This was chillilng as an advertisement when I logged into AOL the other day, I thought it was interesting...Thought I'd share it with you all...It came with this nifty article, and this picture...


"Two-Toned Lobster Caught Off Rhode Island
ABC News
(June 2) - Fishermen are scratching their heads at a rare catch off Rhode Island.

Strange Animals
A half-brown, half-orange lobster is the talk of the town in Little Compton, R.I. The unique-looking crustacean was caught off the coast of Newport.

Lobster aficionados say the chances of catching a two-toned lobster is one in 50 million. By comparison, the odds of finding a blue lobster are about 1 in a million.

In fact, the lobsterman who caught it thought someone was fooling with him.

When a similar two-toned lobster was caught off the coast of Maine last year, Bette Spurling of the Mount Desert Oceanarium’s told the Associated Press that lobster shells are usually a blend of the three primary colors: red, yellow and blue. Those colors mix to form the greenish-brown color of most lobsters. The two-toned lobster caught off Rhode Island apparently had no blue in half its shell.

Bernard Arseneau, a former manager at the oceanarium's lobster hatchery, said lobsters also have a growth pattern in which the two sides develop independently of each other.

ABC News reported that the two-toned lobster was heading to an aquarium for all to see. This two-toned lobster was caught off Rhode Island in May. Lobster aficionados said the odds of netting one are one in 50 million.

And this was in a small portion labeled 'Other', so I checked it out...Poor Kitten...
In December 2005, a kitten named Cy, short for Cyclops, died a day after its birth in Redmond, Ore. A condition called holoprosencephaly caused the deformity.
"

In other news....

" Illinois Students Denied Diplomas Over Cheers
Tropical Depression Barry Hits Gulf Coast
Boy's 'Wild Pig' Claim Is Hogwash, Owners Say
Tuberculosis Patient Asks for Forgiveness
'Dr. Death' Jack Kevorkian Freed From Prison
"

That's about it...I'm listening to Cats, ANdrew Lloyd Webber's....yeah, he's a freakin' genius...He also did Phantom of the Opera...another favorite of mine...Ya'll should check 'em out..They're musicals though, so, if you don't like those...I don't have anything more to say about 'em to you....Enjoy the rest of your night!

I Like Chocolate Milk.

And to prove this little fact, I have found a compilation of statements, thus proving my liking of the Chocolate Milk.



There we go. That's Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends..I watch that show. It's very funny. That, up there, that's Cheese. His brother's name is Blooregard, but they just call him Bloo...Together, they're Bloo Cheese...., get it? And his creator? Well, his name is Mac...and together..they're Mac and Cheese...Yum...

Which, brings me back to my childhood. I really am a six year old at heart...truthfully. I mean, I think like my age, and I act like it, but when it comes to the simple things....like food...I'm six.

Mac and Cheese with hotdogs, cut up in little bite sized bits with a bit o' ketchup, all mixed together in a bowl with one of the little baby forks....good times.

Peanut butter and Grape Jam on white bread, cut diagonally on a Bounty white paper towel, and a big glass of Nestle's chocolate milk..The syrup, not the powder. Yeah. I like chocolate milk. I just had a PB&J for my snack/dinner and found that I could use a glass of Chocolate milk...as is what I would usually get when I was six, for lunch time. When Mother was Mommy...and she'd make my lunch...good times. Good Times.

I Like Chocolate Milk...Don't Get Me Started On Cereal...
-Jereality

Brushin' Up, And Lookin' Down

Good Evening, My Lovlies!!

Ah yes, today was good. I think. I don't really remember, I believe I was 'out-of-it' almost the entire day, just thinking. Don't fret though, you should never fret when I talk like that. I am not one that needs to be fretted over. Believe you me. Father says that all the time...'Believe you me'. I think its bizarre, but I say it anyway. It's sort of like a threat, and sort of not...

Anyway, back to my day. It was uneventful. And I realized that I am sort of organized...in my mind, at least. Everything that was stored in there is now on paper, for the household to see....That is...if they know where to look. And I, of course, know exactly where to look. For example, both calendars in the house...and my little year-planner we receive at the start of every year at the Educational Facility.

I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow, I think. Cut and dyed...A nice red color...If I weren't so paranoid, I'd give you pictures. But I am, so I won't. Use your imagination. I know you've all got one, or even two, if you're lucky. Otherwise, you'd have a very difficult time reading and understanding what I type to you.

It feels good to have my blog working with me again. I don't know what I'd do without it, really. I would just sit on my computer chair, and just...swivel...an open screen of Safari (my internet) open on the desktop...Mind you, said desktop would be in order, every item in a folder, every folder nicely placed into the Ultra-Folder I like to call 'All My Folders', followed in a line by 'Stories', then my external hard drive link, and then a bunch of articles I need for a post I'm going to do here later...tomorrow maybe. I don't know, it's all unclear now. The tea leaves and crystal ball aren't telling me anything new.

Well, I suppose I should be heading to sleep now...Even though I took a bit of a nap earlier, and am not tired. Oh well, I'll think of something, get bored, and crash a while later. See, crystal balls help....If only I had one....oh well...G'night!

May Your Tea Leaves Be Clear, And Your Futures As Bright As The Sun...

(awfully cheery, eh?)

-Jereality

Wives Tale remedy?

Alright, this is my second post for today, and I don't know why I'm posting it. This is what I'm going to call a Remedy. A wivestale of sorts. Say you've got an ulcer or a coldesore in your mouth? The kind that burn like a beastie if you had some serious citrus, you know the ones. Well, get some Asprin, and scrape off any protective sugar coating its got, and stick the asprin on the sucker, and wait. Of course, if you're a wimp, don't do it...Not only does it taste really bad, it begins to burn, as it is an inflamitory and is eating away at the inflammed area of cheek muscle...So, enjoy that tid-bit of information while I wipe the asprin from my inner lip. Yummy.

Oh yeah, this is my second time doing the Asprin thing, a bit after you take the asprin out, the cold sore/ulcer thing doesn't hurt anymore. Just a little FYI.

Happy Birthday-Is That Pie?!

That's right, readers! I made pie! In fact, I made two pies. Mincemeat, and Pecan. And yes, I did add the butter this time..I don't know if I told you about that...I found it, turns out I made him a pie his last birthday too....June 3^rd, 2006, there it is. I had the butter...it was all good news, and happy faces. Yah, made him those pies last night, finished them at 9:50-ish, and then left 'em on the stove to cool, and all of a sudden, ten o'clock rolls around and the door opens. 'Whas'at??!!!'

It's Father...Home from work. 'Oh, those pies look great, hun', he says. I cast a glance a Mom, and she almost grimaces. 'You don't see those.' She pauses. 'And Jereality made 'em, actually.' 'Pies look great, Jer' ' he says. 'You don't see those.' I pause, 'and thank you.'

'Whipped cream looks good too,' we hear him say from the kitchen. 'Oh, but you don't see that,' he mumbles to himself, grabbing a 'sammich', and some ice cream. Always a fun time, always.

What else can I say to you? Hm...My finger are kind of numb, all cold and stuff...I don't know why, they're usually not like this...the constat 66 degrees thing, with the fan usually keeps me at a stationary temperature...I don't know whats up today...Maybe 'cause its cooler outside than normal, or what...I dunno...Oh well, I guess I should go and do something Education-Related, as it is Monday tomorrow....

Oh, and just so you know, the pies are amazing....
Don't Forget The Butter,
-Jereality

Maximum Ride: Saving The World And Other Extreme Sports

Mighty fancy title, wouldn't you say? I would. And I did..funny old world, eh? Anyway, I picked up the book on...Thursday? I want to say Thursday...and it's sat on my table, and in my purse/bag and on my book/DVD case thing beside my bed until Friday, which would be the next day. What can I say, it travelled for a while before I cracked the spine. Anyway, it's about these kids who were aken and placed in a lab, genetically mutated-DNA enfused, as they say, with Avian...DNA...

That's one to many times I've said DNA in that line. Kind of made my head hurt. Regardless, there are six kids, twelve wings, and one amazing story that - thus far - spans three novels; those of course, reside comfortably above my head on a shelf attached to my wall. Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment, Maximum Ride: School's Out - Forever, and finally, Maximum Ride: Saving The World And Other Extreme Sports. They're pretty amazing. You should all go and read it. In fact, you should start with book one, which is The Angel Experiment, then come back and tell me how you thought it was. Just so I know if my advice, prodding, threatening - whichever I did, worked.

Now, onto me. I seem to be lacking enthusiasm for myself, actually. Unfortunate, that fact. Except, I've been really wanting to start writing my stories again. I've been having this half-dream, half unconcious dream, half wish-i-could-do-this-on-tv sort of thing. Add that to a half of three stories I'm writing and you've got one screwed up equation. Of course, I'm sure Dess, from Midnighter's could solve it with ease. That's what I wanted to talk about. Midnighters the book I had to finish before Maximum Ride...I remember now, it's all coming back to me...

-Breaks into song-

Ah yes, Celine Dion, and your hits...good stuff. So, I'm telling you all now to go out and buy two series' of books. One, by James Patterson, and the other by...um....hm...what's his name? Scott Westerfeld. Yeah. He wrote Midnighters, there are three books in that one, as it is a trilogy. Tri, as in three..logy, as in, buy them all. Put them together, you get 'buy all three ' them'. There you have it, a bit of me, a bit of my favorite mutant avian DNA kids, and a couple of kids who travel around in hour 25. Enjoy your nights, and sleep tight.

Unless, of course, you're like me, and have decided to put sleep behind you and destroy braincells on the computer. It's all good.

I vill now destroy dah Snickahs bahs,
-Jereality

Wow...

I really don't like this new Blooger.com thing...

It's different, and I need to sign into a gmail thing every single time. Although, the 'Save Now' autosaver is rather convinient as my internet connection is taking a dive, as of late. All this time, you probably thought I had died, or something terrible. Well, I'm pleaseed to announce that I, in fact, am alive. So, time for some Jereality Current Events.

I saw Pirates of the Caribbean:At World's End, last night at eight o'clock, my time. It was pretty good. Very long, and primarily bulked up with fight scenes, which, if you're like me and enjoy such things, wasn't that bad. I liked the movie, but I'm getting mixed reviews from friends, and, you know, Ebert and all those cool cats. Whatever, it's their opinion...and in my opinion, it was a good movie. Very funny at times...especially when we first see Jack Sparrow again...

I need to remind you all, if you intend to see it, stay until the very end of the film. After the credits, as in the other two movies, there is an extra scene. A bit of closure for all of you Will and Elizabeth fans out there. And that's all I'll say about that little tid bit. Oh, and Mother and I predicted a couple things, but that's because we're clever...like foxes...of course, we'd be vixens...because we're female....oh well....Doesn't matter, my mind is on Fox and the Hound now. What with Vixen and Tod....who, I'd like to remind, is the best character in that particular Disney film.

And now that I've ranted and raved for a few moments, I'm going to leave you with words of wisdom.


Words of Wisdom,

-Jereality

Ifs and Buts and Maybes

I have become upset. Not only have I neglected you, dear lovlies, but I have also lost my Piano Instructor.

I have been home now, from germany, since the 15th of April, a Sunday, I believe. That means I haven't spoken to you all since somewhere around the fifth. That's...over two weeks of no updates. Want to know why? No, I haven't been piled to my throat with projects from my Place of Learning, thank you for your concern. I have been trying to give you a day to day schedule of what I did, including pictures. I have, of course, not gotten those pictures back yet from my uncle who happens to live in Germany, so, this will be a filler until I get said pictures.

Now onto more important business; my piano instructor. Her name will be a mystery to you all, unless, you are of course, her. For I do not give out names, I make up nicknames. So, I will call her MyLittleBaker, as it is a hobby of hers. So, I have been learning to use the piano properly since sometime in January, and enjoyed every minute of it. Before, I had lessons there with someone else, for a completely different instrument...I didn't really like it....but I got over it. Then before that, I had a teacher for yet another instrument...(i.e-my clarinet...I told you about it sometime last year)...but never have I expirienced the loss of a teacher. I am sad. I grew to enjoy my visits thoroughly, and will think how much better they were while I continue my learning at said music place with a new teacher.

It is with a heavy sigh, I lead you to my quote of the day...

Quote Of The Day:
-Walking back from Tennis Games at my Place of Learning-
Me:LadyJess, that is a brilliant idea!
LadyJess:Aye, it is not many who can see my geniusness.
Me: -blinkblink- Geniusness?
LadyJess:-curt nod-
Me: I have been dismissed.

Ah, good times...Gooooood Tiiimmmesss

Hope your day is as bubbly as seltzer water, sweetened with Splenda, and flavored with cherry and other natural flavors.

-Jereality

Two Days!

I'm packed up-sort of-and ready to go! I'm so excited. I've just cleared all the data from both cameras, and have the batteries and such ready to be used. I can't wait! -insert excited scream here-

Now that I have regained my composure, I am here to tell you that this will be my last post for a good ten days, as I will not be here at my own abode. Of course, if I get internet access in Germany, I wll gladly come on and tell you what's going on...If not, you'll have to be surprised when I get back...or at least..feign surprise...

Alrighty, I'm off to bed now!

Nighty night!!

London Britches Falling Down,
Buy Yourself A Belt...

-Jereality

Bonjour!

Good Day, How is your family?

Bonjour, Good day, how is your wife?

My wife is fine, thank you. I jest, I'm not married...Or am I? No, I'm not. Just to set that for the record. Although, something I frogot to tell you all was that I saw Beauty and the Beast at my place of the learning over my gigantuan absence that while back...and I must say, it was amazing. I must take one of the cast member's copies of the performance, and burn it somewhere....Or I won't, I don't know.

What else to tell you...Oh yeah! Don't expect any posts from April 5^th to the 15^th...As I won't be in this country! Yeah! -insert ecstaticism here- -and here- -and once more on this dotted line _ _ _ _ _ _-

I fell better now, as should you...becuase I don't have anything to do. No essays, no papers, no games that need to be built, nothing. I can do nothing after I come home from the Lear-o-torium....Amazing, I'm so happy. I sleep now.

I sleep a whole bunch. It's one of my favorite hobbies. Of course, when I'm trying to watch Hercules: The Legendary Journies, with Kevin Sorbo...I love that guy. He reminds me of Father sometimes....And I don't know why....Bizarre. Anyway, Hercules, love the guy. Kevin Sorbo....he's on Andromeda now. Some show on Sci-Fi...I've never seen it....Nont much into 'space-flicks'. Except Star Wars....the only exception....Don't ask me why, I won't have an answer....And that's all the jabber I've got right now....Yep...Oh, and I'm sick again....still....



Quote of the Day
(Talk about Animes)
Averagejoe:why is it that alot of the inuyasha fans are mostly female
Me:because the male characters are appealing
and they have dog ears
^_^
Averagejoe:lol
dog ears
Me:yep
Averagejoe:the secret to attracting women
Me:Yep
Averagejoe:forget the Axe spray.. gotta find the ears

Ah, the truth....


-insert more excitement here-

-Jereality.

Deja Vu

It seems I've been here before, sitting in front of my computer, a bright blue book in front of me....Or, it seems I could've just remembered the gant that flew by, thus re-entering my 'memory box' in my head, reliving the same incident again. Thusly, living the same instance twice!

Or, I'm just annoyed that there is a gnat circling my entire room, and passing by my head every four-seven minutes. I don't know what he does in those extra three minutes, but it takes him a while sometimes. -insert apathetic shrug here-

I need to finish a project. I need to finish my story. I need to finish my other two stories. I also need to clean my room, I think. Nope. I don't need to do that. This is my Jereality-Do list. Remind me sometimes....I'll give you cookies. Or I won't, and you can pretend that I understood, heard, or read your reminder and bake yourself some cookies and think, 'wow, thanks Jereality, for these wonderful cookies.' Unless of course, you can't bake, and your cookies taste terrible....in which case your thought process would be, 'aw, poo...I'm a terrible baker. I should've reminded Jereality, and made sure she read/heard/saw me give her the reminder....She would have made some kick-ass cookies for me.'

Now, all I need to do is...- GNAT!

-Jereality

I Say, And So Say I

That last post was very disturbing once I reread it jsut now. And I apologize for making you all a bit depressed, if I had. Thank you for those who worried, and I'm glad that you feel for me, really, I am. It's alright though, you'll never really have to worry about me. I'll be fine. Some of my best friends made me feel a lot better. Thanks guys!


Quote of the Day:
NJSnow:Hey, random question. What do you do if you eat Pot?
Me&Onyx:What would you do?
Unison{You'd shit Pot.
-stare-
All: -laughter-

Cold

Not just in my room, is it cold. Not my fingers or my toes, either. I'm being cold today. I feel distant, and here I am, crying to you about it. It's alright if you don't care, I don't mind...Just continue to read other posts.

I missed a phone call last night, and then another one got dropped...I hope LadyJ can forgive me. It's been bothering me since I left her a message about it.

I forgot where I was a moment or two ago, and then got a resounding flicker of hope when I logged onto my Role Play forum, and the little tagline said 'Home'.

Cold...and homeless.

It's an empty feeling.

-Jereality

I Wonder...

As I was waking up this very dark morning, my ears were flooded with shouts and screams of the music on my iHome. As you may, or may not know, I listen to a variety of music. This morning's tunes that graced the air around me were Rage Against The Machine. So, I'm listening to my music, and straightening my hair at the same time, and all of a sudden, I wonder aloud 'do they write in the screams on the good copy of their work?'

Then I thought about it some more. Several bands scream, shout, whimper, and laugh hysterically in their songs...Do you suppose, for instance, in the end of My Chemical Romance's song, You Know What They Do To guys Like Us In Prison,, ther eis a high pitched insane laughter. So, would the last few lines of their notes:

Life is but a dream for the dead
And well I, I wont go down by myself
But ill go down with my friends
Now now now now. now now now. now now now

-insert 'crazy laugh'

??

Ponder that...I'll get back to ya!

-Jereality

So dizzy...

Oh my gosh! I haven't posted since the sixth! that's terrible! I should have my wrists slapped. I feel so neglectful, and I think I know why. You see, Blogger, the site that hosts the page you now reside, has broken from its 'beta' shell, and morphed itself into a rather strange butterfly. In this case, butterflies are my enemy. No one suspects the butterfly...It's methods now confuse me, what with its need for a Gmail account, and a login that I can barely remember, but have no fear, I will remember! It just so happens that on this occasion, I was lucky enough to. -insert victory tagline here-

So, the past week went by quickly, and I'm sure several funny things happened, in which I will probably mention in a later post about recalling something. I don't really know, you'll all see...we all will see, even I, for I forget what I type even after I type it. What? Exactly.

I will now start with Yesterday in my raving this post. Yesterday morning, I went to breakfast with nine others who I like to call 'The Posse'. Now, for all of you who might read that as 'poss', it's not. It sounds like 'poss-y'...Anyway. I was sat with my posse, ate breakfast, and made ure everyone on the east end of the table had everyone elses cell numbers. It was a bunch o' fun. Then we went to the Learn-A-Torium, where I learned nothing, and retained little knowledge of what was supposed to be discussed. No matter. It's all cool. I don't really remember what happened after that, I think I tuned the day out. I do that sometimes, just tune thing out. Gets me through the really long days.

ANyway, yesterday flew by quickly, and without incident...I think. And today, I downloaded a song called the Hamster Dance. Well, I listened to that sucker for a good hour, the volume all the way up on my computer upstairs, as I was dancing in my living room downstairs. Well, I danced...in circles, holding my cat. Don't worry, I let her go on her merry way after five minutes of 'dancing'.

Well, Sibling had to go somewhere with GGR, and when she went outside, I had to stop and say good bye out our screen window thing. All of a sudden she goes, 'Do they know they left their toy out here?' I look, and sure enough, Markis&Suzette's dog's toy is laying in the middle of our yards. So, me, thinking that I'm a pretty capable walker, as I've been doing the action for over 15 years, makes sense, right? Well, I got out the door, and tear across the lawn, bend down and grab the toy, like I belong in the Olympics, truely graceful, my socked feet hit the conrete, and I can feel my balance shift to my head, which is out of my center balance.

it seems like all is lost, and I'm going to collapse and break all of my teeth on cement steps and metal benches, when good ol' right leg shhots out from nowhere, and propels me back to my own home, and into the house. It's like I wasn't even in control of my body, an 'out-of-body-experience'. It was scary, watching me almost fall and break my face, only to spin out of my mind's control. Very scary. Then, I came up to my room, and changed the song immediately, after, of course, sending it to Onyx...Can't be the only one to expirience this vertigo...

And with that, I leave you to your own devices....oh, and this very old quote of the day...

Quote of Some Days Ago:

Me:don't like Delaware, do you?
Onyx:no
the entire state, is a highway
with litter and chain fences with pitbulls humping each other
THAT is delaware to me
Me:......
Onyx:Floridia? A tropical delaware
with humping flamingos
Me:HA!
-laughter-
jersey is dirty..with humping people....
Onyx:lol
but the fences are picket
that makes us classy

Ain't that the truth?

And now I leave you with these wise words:

MOON BABIES!

-Jereality

I Wanna Play A Game!

Quote of the Day:
Sibling:

Let's play a game...
The key is in the man to your left
That man is your father
and there is a key inside his eye
you need to cut the key out of his eye
to unlock your foot

and then you can reach above your head
to untie your head-skull tie
from the wall thing.

You have five seconds to complete this
If you do your father will be blind.
If you don't,
you'll both blow up
You're father won't be blind....
but he'll be dead
Just like you

Ah, Saw...Good stuff..how it will influence your Siblings.....makes for good conversation.....

Telephone Pole

Hello my dearest lovlies! How I missed you so. I have been a-hard worker little person, I 'ave. But I'm back now, so, it's good to see you all. Do you all recall how I've been complaining about a class I've got Monday nights? Have I complained about it? I believe I have...Anyway, tonight was my last class! We got pizza after we played a rousing game of Jeopardy...in which my team, the French Fries, lost against the ruthless Lawn Mowers. No worries though, we all got pizza and soda in the end, as well as a guess to our astrological sign, and a delve into our future careers and such.

She said I was a Cancer, and then a Pisces, then a Scorpio. She also said that I would be a 'behind-the-scenes' couch for sports...with children. I said, "I'm a Capricorn...and I hate children." She laughed, and went onto a friend I will call Trash. She guessed Taurus, Cancer, and PIsces, he said he was Ares...she said she could see him surrounded by water. We-the class-said "Trash! You're drowning!"

Good times, very good times. I might miss it, my venture to Wawa before hand...my complaining afterward....

-sigh-

Good news! I've got pictures for you!

I call this one 'Jello Adventure'...We didn't have any cut-outs, Sibling and I...so we got butter knives and dug in.

I like to refer to this picture as 'I don't have a drinking problem'...

Mufasa in My tea Cup......

Mufasa in Lion King. The similarity is uncanny...if you can't find him in the tea cup..I will outline him...



See? Mufasa in my tea cup. Victory for me, suckers! I had a holy blessing bestowed upon myself and my cat within the confines of my massive teacup. And you did not. Which, proves my theory that I am, in fact, the bestest.

Enjoy your days,
-Jereality

Eight Simple Words

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bump

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

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

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

Wow-ee

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

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

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

Yep, so until then,

Keep Gum Wrappers Close To Your Heart,

-Jereality

So Warm And Comfy

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

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

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

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

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

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

Have a good one!
-Jereality

Busy Busy Busy....

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here comes Sunday!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keep Your Tube-Socks Clean,
Jereality

Ice Cream Thief

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

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

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

May Your Ice Cream Stay Cold,
-Jereality

Oh, Did He Now?

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

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




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

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



Stay Warm,
Jereality

Total Bust

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Zoot Suit Riot

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

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

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

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

Come again...?

Hello all!

The contacts are coming out lovely, if you were all wondering....Anyway, I had a class tonight for another test I have to take sometime in the future. So, at this little class of mine, we need to relearn all the math I've known since birth....Alright, not since birth, but the beginning of my educational carreer for some kind of learned behavior. Ignore all of that, it as just fluffed up, and filled with a bunch of words that really don't make much sense in the context I put them in... I don't think so anyway...

Anyway, you've got me off track again...So, while at my class, we had a slight distraction....again....It's like our job to distract the woman, so she can forget what we're doing, and let us leave. For none of us really want to waste our Saturday nights learning when we've got such busy agendas. So, as we're trying to distract her, we come across a problem. 'Plug Ins'. Well, we had already learned 'Plugging In' the previous week, so naturally, work we already know shouldn't be re-taught, right? Well, it turns out we learned Plug Ins, and not Plug Ins.....

The entire group stared at her, and it looked like she was uncomfortable, so she changed the subject to English. But honestly...the emphasis you put on a word shouldn't....wait....Yeah, no, that doesn't help her point. I was just thinking about something.... 'Cause there's shopping, and then there's shopping, but there is no difference between Pluging In, and Pluging In.....

Crazy lady.......

Alright, that was all...

G'night!

I'm A Smoker, I'm A Joker, I'm A Midnight Toker....
Play My Music In The Sun......

-Jereality

I'm So Happy, 'Cause Today I Found My Friends...

And they're in the form of Blink eyedrops. They're amazing. So, let me fill you in on what's been happening, and how I met such a wonderful thing. Well, as you all know, my birthday happened a couple weeks ago, and as usual, presents were given out. Well, I got two presents a bit late; one becuase we didn't have time and another because the mail-people didn't get it in yet. My first late present was the first through sixth season of Hercules:Te Legendary Journeys with KEvin Sorbo. I think I've realized why I liked that show so much....and also realized that I liked Hercules alot when I was littlier was because sometimes he reminds me of my Dad....so awesome....beating all the bad guys...and still having time to play with Sibling and I...Ah, childhood...what a time.....Anyway, I got Hercules, and have been watching it almost every night. In fact, I just finished the first season this afternoon, and started the second three hours ago....Yep, four hours on one DVD....First season had seven DVD's, that's 1080 minutes of full blown monster fighting. Plus, in the second season, we meet up with Kevin Smith, who, unfortunatly departed the world in 2002...He fell from a set in Beijing, very sad. I cried a little bit...He was one of my favorites...He played Ares, God of War.....So awesome...

And my second late gift was contacts! I am excited, and apparantly, I put them in great the first time, because the woman who showed me what to do was all 'jazzed' that I got them in under 20 minutes....I just nodded, and placed her under the category of a 'medicated-person'...you know the ones..always jolly, and giggly....Anyway, if ever my eyes feel dry with the contacts in, I just *plop *plop* eye drops, and BAM dryness is gone. They're amazing....So yes, that's about it. Hercules and Contacts...Good stuff, I assure you.

This is the story of a time long ago a time of myth and legend. When the ancient gods were petty and cruel, and they plagued mankind with suffering. Only one man dared to challenge their power; Hercules.
Hercules possesed the strength the world had never seen, a strength surpassed only by the power of his heart. He journeyed the Earth battling the minions of his wicked stepmother Hera, the almighty queen of the gods. But where ever there was evil, whre ever an innocent would suffer, there would be Hercules....and Blink Eyedrops.....

My Apologies

Hey, sorry about my absence....IT's been hectic here in Jereality...What with upcoming tests, and women who think they know everything but are really just ignorant monkeys with faces that make me want to stab out their eyes....

What? Homicidal tendancies are not anger issues.

But do not fret, I will commit no such crime...It's far too detrimental to my future plans.

-breaks out into maniacal laughter-

Once again, do not fear....Or perhaps you should....

As it happens, Onyx and I are to be feared....For we share bits and pieces of mind power. Let me tell you a story....

Once upon a time, while walking the halls of our prison, Onyx and I were approached by none other than Wyoming. Silly girl, I thought, what does she have to say. No longer than I ask myself such a question, she says 'I've got a story for you!' Well, being the person I am, I love stories. So, I made it a point to state that fact. No sooner do I open my mouth, Onyx begins the sentance with me.

I love stor...ies?

We looked at each other while we were speaking too...It was quite strange.....but, once again...Do not fret, I have not gone off the deep end to swim with the fishes. I am still in the shalow, with my little floaties...They have little ducks on them, and a light blue undertone- Nevermind....I can see you don't care about my floating. That's alright, I forgive you.

As if happens, however, I have to leave you...again. I will post again later for you all. I sure do imagine that reading the same post over and over again wmay seem boring...but I assure you, once you begin to a memorize every word tht I type you might actually relive these expirirences, or something of the sort...Maybe, just maybe, if you read it long enough, you'll post a comment for me....Something nice, and shiny....shiny is expected, but preferred......

With Love, and Hyperactive Squirrels,

-Jereality

East sIde Is Mine.....YAHTZEE!

Well, I was just meandering the stats page I've got with statcounter.com and I realized that the east coast of America was completly over run with little flaggy things. So, in the early morning tiredness, I've decided to take a picture of it, and put it up here for you guys to see. If you're in a state that doesn't have a little flaggy thing....Perhaps there needs to be more people from the area to go check out my blog....

You know what that means? I don't, but I'm sure it has something to do with you guys advertising to make this here blogging community quite large.



There was another little flaggy in China...but only one.......When the whole map is covered with little red flaggys, I'll put that up here, so you all can see how many people visit me....

Now, as it is still 6:44 am, I suggest you all go back to sleep. What any normal person is doing awake at this hour is beyond me.....BUt whatever, it's your sleep deprivation....Mine's already set in stone in that respect.

So, stay awake,

-Jereality

My Birthday

Yep, I'm another year older as of yesterday!

I woke up, had some birthday waffles that I made...Watched some Birthday Psych, Monk and House...Then I did stuff on the copmuter, then Onyx and I and Mother and Father and Sibling went to Carabba's for my Birthday dinner. I got Scampi Damian....always a favorite. Very tasty.

After dinner, we went home and I was shooed upstairs, as is tradition, and then brought back downstairs for 'Happy Birthday'. I blew out my candles on my Heart Cake... Another thing I always get on my birthday. A cake shaped like a heart -becuase it says to do that in the book- instead of a circle or a rectangle or something boring like that. So, I blew out the candles, and then opened my gifties.

I will tell you what I got...
Three NIfty Cards
A bag of lotion and such
Some sheets for my bed
A Trash Can
A Shirt from Hollister

and

A ticket to go and see Stephan Lynch at the Borgata!

But it was a surprise, so Sibling and I had to sit in the van in the dark about where we were going. Father set it all up. He had the tickets since before Christmas....my special birthday present, from my Father....He's so awesome....BUt I know you guys know that, because I say things like that frequently here.

It was amazingly hysterical...He played Beelz, Ugly Baby...something about Dirty Sanchez's with some other guy....He did something new about Diary entries...it was pretty awesome...Special Ed...ah, good stuff.
I can honestly tell you that I laughed the whole night. I have the best family....They love me....

Yay Loved....

-Jereality

Whatcha Lookin' At?

Last night was trash night.

I did the trash. Well, no, I did the litter, Sibling and Mother did the upstairs trash, and just left it in the cans in the backyard. Well, it was around 8o'clock, and I decided to take the cans to the light, where the trashmen come to take it away. Well, I'll have you know, at 7:30 o'clock, I get ready for bed, so, I'm wearing shorts at that time. Consequently, 8 o'clock comes after 7:30, so, the shorts I wear to bed are on.

So, I took the jacket from the chair in my kitchen, and put it on. It's Father's jacket, so it reached the hem of my shorts...the bottom part, and I put on a pair of Father's flip-flops. Then I left the house, and took the first can to the pole without event. Then I walked back up the little alley back to my house, and got the other can and this woman 'across-the-way' was watching me out of the side of her backdoor blinds. So, a looked at her for a moment, and went down the alley, and came back, and she's still staring at me.

I went back in the house, and now she's looking at my house, full in the window now...no hiding. I guess that once I'd already seen her she figured that she didn't need to hide her creepy stalking sense. So, after ten minutes, I look out my own kitchen window, and there she is, staring at the house...I didn't know what to do, so I let the dog out. I've got this Rottweiler...looks vicious from afar, and when she's laying down...but those who know her know the truth. So, I let her out, and the woman retreats back into her house. I let the dog back in and sure enough a few minutes later, she's staring at the hosue again.

After another twenty minutes, the woman is gone...back into her homey house of horrors to stalk some more people....I mean who would want to stalk someone while they took out the trash...in the dark....all alone.... Not I, that's for sure...Not I at all.....

Be Safe With The Trash NIght,
Jereality

Angry Tummy Box....

It turns out that I jsut needed to tell someone about the dream I've been having to make them go away. How cool is that? I'll tell you how cool it is..Super cool! Anyway, I started piano lessons yesterday, at a nifty little music place...my teacher's pretty funny, it takes me a couple seconds to figure out what she's saying thogh, because she's got this accent....BUt everything is going well.

I went to lunch this afternoon with Mother and Sibling, and it took us an hour and a half to get our main courses.....It was insane.....but don't worry, our crappy service helped too. She only came by once...once again, we did tip her the general 15% thing....we always give a minimum of 15%...anyway, the meals were alright....

Then we went to the mall, got some coffee, checked out some stores, bought a dress for a big shindig that isn't scheduled yet, and then went home. Practiced the piano for a bit and then watched some trees burn, and then went to a party. It was great, saw my female posse, and watched How to lose a guy in ten days..it was good...funny....anyway, after a while my stomach began to hurt, and I was driven home..where I sit now, typing to you.

And now I think I'm going to go to bed...and sleep some more....because when you're sick, you sleep....and I love sleeping....It's one of my favorite hobbies.... Alright, g'night.

Good Night....Oxymoron

Ever since the New Year began, something's changed. I don't quite know what it is, but I've felt quiet. I've felt as if I'm missing something, but the world is going by too quickly for me to get a chance to stop and look. I'm tired all the time, but can't get to sleep. I took a three hour nap yesterday, and woke up more exhausted than I was before I went to sleep.

I've got three plots for three stories I'm writing, and they're floating around in my head all day...and I have small daydreams, or dreams when I take a nap....I've had the same one for the past three weeks. If any of you out there have watched Supernatural a show that has made it's way from WB to MYPHL or sometihng. And it involves one of the main characters, Dean Winchester, played by Jensen Ackles. In my dream, it is Dean Winchester, and not Mr. Ackles...and the two of us are in my 'Learnatorium', just walking down the hallway, talking about life. I listen to him talk about hunting demons, and his problems with his brother, and then we stop in the hallway, he turns to me and asks how I'm doing. The moment he asks, my eyes well up and I cry.
Then my dream turns to a new scene, the walls of the Prison drop into nothingness after turning black, and Dean changes. His hair becomes darker, and his features change, so he looks sort of menacing. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and pulls me into a hug...and then I wake up. I don't wake up shaken, just with a headache.

Dean is propbably in the dream because I've been watching the show for a couple days. I got the first season on DVD for Christmas...So, if I don't post for a while, it's probably because I'm trying to sleep....No worries though...I'll be back to talk to you again. Before the 14th, too....I'll probably post something new in a couple days....

Sleep Tight,
-Jereality

Happy New Year!

Wow.

Welcome to the year two-thousand-seven. It feels great to be in the new year...It feels....it feels...As a matter of fact, it feels just like 2006, and 2005, and '04, and '03....but not 2000 because everyone was in a tizzy about their hairdryers attacking them. And it's not like '01 either.....it feels the same except for those two years. And I've still got the same resolution...Oh, you want to know what my resolution is, I understand. It's to come up with a better resolution for next year. That's it, i'll put it in bold so you know I'm not kidding. My New Year's Resolution is to find a better resolution for next year.

See, it's in bold. Everyone believes things that are in bold, I guess it's because the large letters burn into your corneas....and sizzle themselves into your brains.

Anyway, I had a bit of a bash at CountryBabe's house last night. Lots of fun. Played with some parakeets...they seemed to like me.....and Where'sYourLogicAt seemed to have an Anti-Bird forcefeild up that seemed to deter the birds from actually liking her. Oh well, not my probably....ALthough, I did laugh when she was shat upon...That was funny.

So, I want you all to enjoy the New Year of 2007. Make plans, figure out yourselves, find resolutions, break resolutions, make promises, break 'em, and don't screw up.

You can see the New Year starting if you click the title...Relive the excitement!

This is Jereality, ridding herself of the clinging fibers of 2006, shedding light upon the year of 2007.

Enjoy.