Saturday, April 25, 2009

Oh my God, that Toilet has Issues.

I love Trisha.
She was in a bathroom stall a couple days ago, and she takes like, ten minutes. Five of those minutes are spent with a constant amount of flushing.
So, she comes out of the bathroom, looking freaked out, and says in a valley girlish way, "Omg, that toilet has issues," and walks away. It cracked me up.

Anyway, it's been four days since I've posted! Whoaaa!
Wednesday and Thursday were nothing special.
Friday, though, was...interesting.

Well, school was school. Half of the class was out assisting "Math Field Day" for the fourth and fifth grades, so it wasn't a very important school day.

After school, though, I went to Millennium Park with a huge mob of my best friend's friends. (Woo!)

So, the beginning of the trip was fun. We messed around at the Bean, got soaked under the famous faces, and found an area filled with pretty flowers.
Around seven-thirty, things went bad.
Vivien, an insanely dramatic friend of my bestie, pissed off Casey, a chick that's pretty similar to Vivien in the drama area. Basically, Vivien (wanting to be the center of attention,) said she lost Michael's (another friend) sweater in the water, and Michael freaked out, saying his glasses' case was in there. Then, five minutes after Michael's flipping out, Vivien pulls out the sweater from behind her (she was sitting on it, basically).
Casey got angry because, frankly, Vivien was being a bitch. There was no point to that whole event besides her own enjoyment and to get attention. Casey and Vivien went off on each other, and then Casey walked off. My best friend called Vivien and Casey the "same person" in front of Viv, and Viv got even angrier and walked off.
The rest of us were left alone for a few minutes. It was comfortable.
And then we had to get going, so we informed Casey and Viv. Casey joined our group again, still disturbed by Viv, but otherwise fine.
We got Vivien going for a while, but the she sat down after another mini fight, and wouldn't get back up. My best friend consoled Casey, and I went to Viv to try to get her up. I was getting aggravated now, because Viv was being a big baby, while Casey got over it.

Now, to go off topic for a minute. Apparently, while I was over with Viv, mentally stabbing her in the face while she sat and cried, Casey and my best friend had an encounter with some random woman.
So, they were sitting and talking, and this short brown haired woman, wearing beige clothing, came up to them and said, "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck both of you. At the same time. On camera. I'mma call yo' daddeh!"
So Casey and my best friend come running to us, cracking up, and recite the story to us. It gets Viv in somewhat of a lighter mood, and we get going a few minutes later.
We continue our walk back to the car, and on the way there, Viv is like, speedwalking. Then she turns around and gives us a dirty look. (Paraphrasing),"Well, I thought we had to get you guys home. Walk faster!" and most of us are all,"wtf? She's the one who kept us up fifteen minutes. 0_o"
So, theeeen, we see the crazy woman again. We're motivated by her presence to walk faster, and she calls from behind us,"Any of you do tobacco?"
We replied with a short no, and she says, "Any of you gonna start?"
We walk faster.
"Any of you joinin' the Navy?"
Michael, (whom has somewhat long curly hair), raises his hand and says, "I might!"
The crazy lady yells, "Oh, so the girl of the group!"
We're laughing like crazy by the time we get away from her.

So, we drop everyone off, and I am invited to sleep over, which I do. I have to be out by nine thirty the next day, 'cause my bestie is going to rehearsal, and so the next day, Saturday, I get picked up by Lee because suddenly mum has something for me to do. (Surprise!)
I mean, she probably could have told me that we had something scheduled the next day. But nooooo.
See, that's one of my pet peeves. When someone withholds information of something preeeetty important, that would effect my schedule, and then tells you the next day, when it is starting in like, twenty minutes.
I guess it's just mum, but sometimes she pisses me off a great deal.

Lulz, thunder just cracked outside my window, and it made me jump. I didn't know it was still raining.

Anyway, when I got home, it was past ten, so we couldn't go. I was fine with that, because I didn't even really wanted to go, but the thought of coming home in an angered rush, and then not even going to this thing at all gets me irritated.

I went walking with Lee after I got home, and we walked almost two and a half miles. My legs hurt like a mo'fo'.

I went over to Lee's house after walking, giving mum some time to put suff together for the Board, which has got her in a bunch lately. Issues with idiots. I wouldn't even bother with their stupidity, but I understand why she's going after this.

I watched a movie on FX. The name of the movie was something like,"Accused of Precinct," errr something. I know there was "Precinct" in it. Anyway, it was a good movie.

Then we went home around three or four, and I jumped on the computer to blog.

Mum felt a little nosy, so she wanted to read my blog. Pfft. I said no, but I really couldn't care less. I just didn't want her reading it while I was typing. It's annoying with people hanging over your shoulder, "Oh, you made a typo there." "Who's that?" "When did that happen?!"

So, that's pretty much it. Sunday is tomorrow, and I might see a movie. Proooobably not, though. Not much interesting out.

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck both of you. At the same time. On camera. I'mma call yo' daddeh!,

Jezz Fezz

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

I'd Hit That; With a Rock

I hate them.

Something about them being the day after the beginning of the week, and the day before the hump of the week. Also, they're so dull.
School was school. We're learning about solving linear equations, and the three ways; graphing, substitution, and elimination. We'll be going into quadratics soon, blah, blah, blah.
I swear, if math progresses steadily like this for the remainder of the year, I'm going to shoot my teacher in the face.
Metaphorically. I would wish no [serious] harm to befall my math teacher. He's pretty cool.
My homeroom teacher is better, though.
[MR. K FOH-EVAAAAAAAH!!!!123143$1!@#41!!!12#!@]

One of my best friends is apparently in an arranged marriage set for this summer.
Yeah, I know. What the fuuuuudge?!
She's apparently marrying a guy she find moderately tolerable, and is friends with him. She's not supposed to know who he is, though. I don't know how she found out.
Anyway, she's fifteen. No one should be marrying someone they don't love, and furthermore shouldn't be marrying anyone at the age of fifteen. For Christ's sake, she's not even old enough to have a driver's license! It's ridiculous. This is America!

Rant, rant, rant. Ranting is more fun when you're typing it.

In other, more recent news, Apparently I'm going to Millennium Park with my best friend, a large amount of her friends, and my boyfriend, on Friday. Well, I'm glad I have something to look forward to.

That wasn't very interesting. Moving on.

Ehhh, one of my guy friends is bi. I squealed quite loudly when he broke the news to me. His boyfriend isn't very attractive, unfortunately. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I guess.

I'm pretty much fumbling for things to say, now. I think I'm going to check out for today.

You dad is a kinky Jewish sex machine,

Jezz Fezz

Sunday, April 19, 2009

To Kill a Mockingbird

Just finished reading the book by Harper Lee. It's absolutely marvelous. My favorite character is Atticus, though Boo Radley comes in close second.

That's what I've spent my rainy Sunday on; finishing up a book that took me forever to get committed with. I found the beginning to be horribly dull, and it felt like it was just going to drag on...But it was worth sticking with it. I'm glad I read it before freshman year, because I would have been so bored through class while we clambered through it. Now I'll enjoy watching how uninterested other students are in it while I ace the quarter. Teehee.

Well, now I'm going to spend the remainder of the evening dominating the world on Facebook's World Domination application and listen to music. School tomorrow! Joy...

"Summer, and he watched his children's heart break. Autumn again, and Boo's children needed him." -Harper Lee, 'Mockingbird'

Jezz Fezz

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Chicken and Broccoli

Hey, I'm Jess, alternately known as Jezz. I'm new to blogger, but not new to blogging. I just don't normally blog, due to my ultimate lack of attention. I'm horrible with these kinds of things, though I would be waaay better with vlogging. Eventually, I may do so, but not when I live in a four-room apartment with an unemployed mum who's home all the time. I might post a video from time to time, but it's unlikely.

If you want to know more about me, check my "About Me" Section. Much more informative in tharrr.

Anyway, so. Todaiiii, I saw Crank: High Voltage with my godfather, Lee. He was kind of unaware of how extremely inappropriate this movie would be, so when we saw it, I think he almost died of shock. Course language, violence, and boobies were quite abundant. Lee hated it, but I enjoyed how random the main character, Chev, was.
My favorite line? "Chicken and Brocoli." Srsly, this script must have been written while the guy was on crack.

Other than that, I pretty much sat on my butt and watched Youtube videos, the majority being Shane Dawson's. I just found this guy a couple days ago, and I instantly became a huge fan. One day, I'm going to gouge out his eyes with a spoon and run away with them. Muhaha.

So, that's about it. If I manage to have the attention span of a cat, I might write up an entry for tomorrow, but Sunday's are my quiet days, where my life kind of fails for a day before another week of school.

Catch ya later~,
Jezz Fezz