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[ Oct 19th, 2009 9:45pm]

This bothers me so much. My day, plagued with dreams and murky fantasies. It lasts nothing. My life is the perpetual premature ejaculation of happiness. Why do I let these things bother me? Because they do. There's no way around it, no matter what I tell myself. I'll never understand.

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Writer's Block: Bucket list [ Oct 18th, 2009 6:11pm]
If you found out you only had six months left to live, what would you do with the rest of your life? Do you have a "bucket list"?

I'd fuck

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limbs [ Oct 2nd, 2009 8:32am]

My hands yearn for words. I wish I had a time machine, maybe then I cold make my time last as long as it should. I've been writing my application essay for UM, and by this I mean I have the prompt copied onto a Microsoft Word document, followed by an army of blank spaces. White. "Indicate a person who has had a significant influence on you, and describe that influence" I can name a person. I can describe the influence; purest insanity.  No, but really, I'm going to write about my father. He's the kind of guy who wears slacks and long socks and his cell phone slipped onto his belt. UM would like that. 

With Homecoming week comes the frustrated attempts of the student body to act a one huge goofball in unison. Rarely only delighted by the ingenuity of some like Jose who dressed as Captain Underpants today for Character day, I've come to feel somewhat, if not completely, detached from the whole thing. But the biggest hypocrisy here is that of the speaker. Yes, I am going to the Homecoming dance. I've already asked my parents for the $45 and begun convincing myself that the tight red silk dress is what I should wear, although I am seeking alternatives since I don't think Coral Park is ready to realize that there is a body underneath the folds of large boxy Senior tshirts and cozy sweaters. I don't have a date nor will I scour the school for one.

Every day, I apply this semen-like substance (sorry for the awkward reference) that's actually this lactic acid that's supposed to scrape off the keratosis pilaris from my arms. It hurts like hell once you actually have it on, especially if it gets cold, but it's like every day I get closer to having normal skin on my arm, free of any chicken-like resemblance it may have had in the past. I stretch, I split, I straddle. I bleach, dye, cut, groom and polish what seems like a good 80% of my body, all in preparation for some obscure intangible day in November. The wishful are often violated by impatience.

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I'm okay [ Sep 29th, 2009 1:24am]
 I swear

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[ Aug 23rd, 2009 2:14pm]

It's gone, no more Deadliest Catch and Spongebob and waking up near noon. No more staying at home (although I am grateful for this).

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[ Aug 14th, 2009 1:13am]

My jaw gets stiff and my teeth grind toguether, I am actually mad at this. This actually bothers me.

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[ Aug 4th, 2009 4:06am]
 
I fear for a certain uncertainty this year, a kind of revolution amidst the redundancy of 3 years already passed, with one more to shoot down. From where I see it, I've been shooting blanks. Missing the target. Or simply being out of range. This year, I'm heavy with artillery. I also think I forgot my bullet proof vest. Fuck.

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never better, never worser [ Jul 1st, 2009 11:45pm]


 

I'll do this wonderful photograph justice once I get out of this hole I'm in.

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self-explanatory [ Jun 19th, 2009 4:54pm]

 

I'll be gone from the 20th-27th. Marco Island! My parents own an oceanfront apartment there, nothing luxurious, just really beachy and nice. Like every other year, this week is full of fruity drinks, beer, feeling like a spick, seagulls, trying to avoid my male relatives that are more like bodyguards, reading a lot under umbrellas, and sudoku, and LOTS of sunscreen (I almost thought I had written semen,  that would have been great.) My room, along with the rest of my house is locked up by shutters in case a hurricane or the four horsemen of the apocalypse come by. I know one of them will be in town, for sure.

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guilty, your honor. [ Jun 19th, 2009 12:09am]
has the jury reached a verdict?
 

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