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Name: Jacqueline
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 8/22/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: Laughing, inside jokes, absurdity, spirituality, Eastern religions, dancing, Cons, French, Mike Patton, The Shins, NIN, Tool, Fugazi, Thursday, Queen, sexual tension, gay pride, tall boys, intelligent girls, creating poetry, wandering in my mind, movies (all forms and fashions), naughty fiction, spirits, rainy days, fmh shoes, and on and on and on...
Expertise: Couldn't pinpoint just one...sex trivia, maybe...
Occupation: depends on the daydream
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AIM:  Animejazzgrl
AIM:  xXEmptYHearTBoxX
Yahoo:  KAsweets4
Member Since:
3/18/2004
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| I am definitely in a very facetious mood...My cat pissed all over my graduation cards, which is lovely and super fun to clean up!
Maybe I'll be ninja this year...I'm definitely good at it, I just don't put myself in the position to call myself a ninja (the black gear, power stance, etc. etc.). Ask Lyla, she has first hand knowldge of my sneaking skills; then again, she was REALLY fucked up...and so was I, haha.
What if someone lit your ass on fire? What if someone soaked your ass in blueberry jelly, or better yet, that Mulberry Syrup from IHOP? There's some food for thought.
So Lyla and I plan to moonlight some room parties at A-kon and bring something strong as a sign of good faith. This year should be fun, although Paul is not going, and neither is his lovely lady Jess. For some reason, I'm nervous about what might happen....I wonder what this strange angsty twisting is exactly, but I suppose I'll find out soon enough.
GOD DAMMIT! So frustrating that Simone thinks I should be at her ADHD beck and call for whenever she thinks anything interesting happens in her video game. WHAT WHAT WHAT?!?!? I don't know when she deduced that I even like video games. It wouldn't be so bad if she listened to half the things that I said and expected me to care half the time she decides to bother me.
I am never so bewildered as I am with you. I am never so alive as I am with you. I love you, Josh.
~Jazz
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| There's something about the anticipation of things, waiting, wanting...Damn, I'm looking forward to A-kon. It's the only time in which I, for some unforeseeable reason, am capable of hallucinogenic states of wakefulness. Frightening, but unfortunately I never hallucinate...or lose consciousness and hallucinate. But I spend the rest of the summer waking at the crack of noon via wake-up calls from mom...or all of the friends who are acclimated to rising and shining or sunlight in general. I am making an ugly one costume, which is somewhat beyond my talents *ahem* so I'm...outreaching, yea...I think the only thing that is going to tie me to it will be my 'wiggity-wack?' sign *shrug*. I hate putting effort and toil and memories into something that will, in the end, be frivolous and only worn once. I feel like such an eco-geek  .
Wonderfully, all of my friends should be going. There's not really an experience with no one you know...Note to self: Be more outgoing. Anyway, Bunny, Ema, Lyla, my sister and I will be rooming together. Hoorah!
Damn, must recharge for very long day ahead...
~Jazz
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| I'm so fucking tired. I just power cleaned the ENTIRE house...I had to put up all of the medications that just hang around on my mother's bathroom counter because I didn't want the person looking at our house to think we were psychotic...or more so than we really are. I think speed cleaning should be an Olympic sport, I mean, there's more to it than Curling!...Meh, I'd settle for the Special Olympics.
Ema...call me...We've tried to call your house so many times and we keep getting transferred to a fax machine.
I want a Mr.Yuck-Face guitar...I would shit myself if I ever saw one...even if I don't play.
Love to all,
Jazz-i-muffin
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| So, I had this really absurd dream last night. It was probably hundreds of years into the future and there was some kind of nuclear holocaust in the United States (apparently we finally pissed off some foreign country...big surprise). I was a stage hand for a classical theater and had to relocate to the UK. I spent all my money on the trip there and then gave some woman that ran yet another theater my savings and jewelry to aid me in getting a job on the British stage. I turned out playing the antagonist and afterward found myself wandering aimlessly around the poor district (aka the shotty part of town) and sleeping on someone else's lawn. I opened my eyes to this surreal sunrise, with these colors that I had never seen before. Dreams like this make me wonder if we experience more, if we see more, with our eyes closed. I believe we do. Maybe I shouldn't go to bed so wasted...
A-kon...eight days...I feel each minute whip me, leaving shadows of whelts and lost time. I feel so dead lately, like I could sleep for centuries. Maybe I could? I wonder if you could cross-breed a bear and a human...Would we hibernate? Would we store hundreds of pounds of fat for the winter? I suppose we'll never know.
I have to go clean, clean, clean...I'm the unofficial housewife for the summer while my mother works. I might fall asleep instead.
Oh! I smoked shisha (a type of flavored tobacco) out of this bad-ass hookah last night, first time ever. I'm slowly knocking this kind of shit off my "still a virgin" list. It was very interesting.
Love,
A very tired tomato 
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