Jessieateyourbabies's blog

look at that, another year has gone by. I'm glad this year's over, just so i can get on with life. Not that i'm in a rush to die, cuz i'm not. But i gotta feelin' about 2012. i'm not sure if it's good or not, but i'm ready. i think i've gotten closer to my friends, which i'm glad for. next year, things are gonna change hopefully for the better. BRING IT ON 2012!!!!

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Normal:
(x)1. You have a sibling you sometimes don't get along with
( )2. Female- you love good clothes Male- you love sports
( )3. You can't stand loud music
( )4. You wish to have a good job (doctor, lawyer, etc.)
(x)5. You sometimes hate your parents a lot
( )6. You have lots of friends
Total: 2

AbNoRmAl:
(x)1. You are me
(x)2.You like comic books/videogames/head banging to rock music with a brush in the bathroom
(x)3. You don't have many friends, but the one's you have love you to death.
(x)4. You want to be a rockstar, or astronaut when you grow up
(x)5. when your parents think your dream is impossible, you still want to be it.
(x)6. You love your parents no matter what.
Total: 6
haha, i already knew i wasn't normal :3

Well, i was casually watching You Know What They do to Guys Like Us in Prison live, and i started bobbing my head. So my mom joined me. then i said "you wouldn't be doing that if you knew what it was about." so then she says, "Killing people?" (i had just shown her Killing myself for Christmas by sick puppies). i said, "nooo, prison rape and sex with men." her eyes widened and my dad said "why are you listening to that crap?" So i obviously got defensive, and i tried to explain to them that MCR isn't some boo-hoo-emo-screamo rock band and actually saves people and has meaning from the millionth time. of course, they still didn't understand. they probably never will, and when me and whoever im gonna start my band with sing weird things with meaning, my mom still wont understand. I think it's cuz she's one of those who stereotype rock music. and she never will understand. Luckily though, i have my sister, who even though she doesn't like rock, she doesn't judge.

Well, we got kicked out of the gym today, cuz there was a wrestling match going on. so at 3:30, we left. our coach, Mr. Doto made us run for what seemed like forever. and we couldn't stop. then we started walking. So Mr. D came up outta nowhere and started chasing us. like you would see him k-charging at you from around the corner and it would scare the shit outta you, so you would start running like your life depended on it. WHen we finally stopped we did a boxing out drill, then we ran for five minutes straight. then we sat down and got to know each other. So when it was my turn, i said i like to sing, so obviously they said sing something, so i sang Na Na Na. And since my team is black, they had no idea what i was singing, and they started laughing. i kept going until Mr. D told me to stop, but it was really fun. 'Sides they said i was actually good, so that helped my singing-self esteem. i had fun being laughed at, and i'm not that bad.

today was the greatest birthday ever! me, my best friends Alexis Rachael, and Alison went to see Tower Heist. it was so fucking awesome! then we wandered around the mall for a bit. we got kicked out of a store. well, acutally we voluntarally left after we got yelled at. anyway, then we went into H&M and there were these posters of the women who looked lesbian. then i kissed my fake lesbian lover, (Alexis) on the cheek. we had so much fun today, and Alison gave me an angry birds hat! then, to top it off, MCR was on Yo Gabba Gabba. my life is now complete. i wish toda would never end.

Splash Bubblez out :)

Today's my birthday!!!! im finally 13, so now i scare the shit out of Gerad and the rest of the world :3

yeah,yeah,yeah, i know, art is not only drawing, it's music, and writing, and being creative and expressing yourself, which im good at, but drawing, painting, and all that, i suck at it. And i hate sucking at it, cuz everyone in my family is good at it. my brother, my sister, my dead great-uncle, but not me. and most of my friends are good too. Like Austin, Alexis, and that's alot considering i don't have that many friends. i want to learn how to draw and stuff, but it's hard. that's why i'm never good at drawing in art class that i only have once a marking period. in art we really don't do much drawing, but when we do, it sucks. like last year in art, we had to draw a paper bag, and mine looked like a demented rectangle. i hate not being good at art cuz i feel like art isn't my weapon. and when you guys post such a-fucking-mazing art, i have three feelings: 1) happyniess cuz you guys are so good. 2)jealousy cuz i can't draw that good and probably will never be able to.

yes, i wore a tu-tu to school today, and for just as many compliments, i got so many weird looks. it was funny. imm wear weird shit to school more often. and since me and my friends are seeing a movie for my birthday, (turning 13 December 18th, same day as MCR on Yo Gabba Gabba) im gonna wear it to the mall as well. it's gonna be fucking awesome.

i was watching the first seconds of a thirty seconds to mars interview when the idea hit me in the face. the interviewer had said, "you look like you came out of a swiss finishing school" and so this idea of some sort came to me. so far all i have is a horrbily strict boarding school. BUT, even as i type write now, it's getting more elaborate, so i'm gonna start writing. i love it when i get that one small fragment of an idea. i never know if it'll turn into a good story, or a sad attempt. either way, im gonna write it. I cant wait to see what happens!

Splash Bubblez out (yeah, i changed my end phrase, the last one sucked)

Okay, so if you read my last blog, you'd know about my major nose bleed. well, i got x-rays an shit, and i was fine. so i went home. the next day, there was a note from the doctor sayin' i couldn't play basketball for 10 fucking days (obviously it didn't say fucking)! and that really pisses me off cuz a) i'll still have to show up so i can play my first game, and b) i have to sit and do nothing for 2 hours doing nothing. and im an ADHD child so i can't sit still for very long. but at least the ten days will be over when i play my first game, so thats good. and today we got lectured about being a team and everything. some girl on the team called her teacher a bitch then everyone had to run except me. but i really wanted to cuz i like running. fucking quack doctor.