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Dreams [Jan. 30th, 2009|02:09 am]
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I keep having dreams about babies. Girls, small brown baby girls, several months old. In one dream, the baby's mother handed her to me, told me she had indigestion and I had to press her tummy to help relieve the pain and the baby found my breast, ended up nursing. We fell asleep together, and then apart. Seb was there. In another I held the Asian baby in a purple fleece blanket as I walked around the theatre. Other people kept trying to hold her, but she wasn't mine, so I wouldn't let them. In my most recent dream, I held the baby (this time with curly strawberryblondebrown hair and bright blue eyes) to my chest and a woman tickled and poked me so I would drop her. These babies are never mine, just somehow entrusted to me.

Last night I had a dream I almost had sex with someone, and his girlfriend was so mad.

Three nights ago I had a dream this creepy old small man with a pocked face murdered me with a spatula in my own kitchen. --Not the flexible kind, but the basic kind you would use to turn pancakes or cook eggs. A huge kitchen knife was close to my hands but I couldn't reach it, couldn't reach out, couldn't make my mouth move to speak. I couldn't stop myself from getting killed.
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HAPPENING! [Jan. 28th, 2009|11:20 am]
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GOING TO PERU FIRST!!!!!
TESOL PROGRAM (languagecorps.com) BEGINS MARCH THE 25TH.
COMPLIMENTARY LANGUAGE SCHOOL BEGINS TWO WEEKS PRIOR.
CUSCO, CUSCO, CUSCO!

I leave in four weeks!
I can't believe I'm doing this.
It is going to be fantastic.
I might even eat a guinea pig or chichi, the beer that is fermented with spit!
Mostly I want to see chubby indigenous children cheeks and take pictures and speak Spanish and ride sweaty buses and ride a bike through town and meet magical people and adventure!!

I am planning up until Peru, and then letting future plans take care of themselves.

Much love and peace to you,
ALL,
Jess
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enormous [Jan. 21st, 2009|10:13 pm]
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i am going to guatemala soon. in march. to a language immersion school and to volunteer/teach at an orphanage. i'm going other places too. it's pretty huge and tremendous. you can find my travel blog at http://quetzalista.blogspot.com

love,
jess
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THE INTENTION IS OUT THERE [Nov. 27th, 2008|02:43 pm]
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and in here, too.
xo
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Give Him A Medal Or Something; Shit! [Jun. 20th, 2008|09:27 pm]
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Whatever genius decided to combine two of the greatest things ever, ice cream and coffee, into COFFEE ICE CREAM, deserves to get an honorary BA from a classy-ass Ivy League school. You are my hero, coffee flavored ice cream inventor.

Also, I have the new Hanson album on my computer, and it's good. Pop music is catchy and dependable. I find mediocrity comforting. Kind of like the ratty sweatshirt I'm wearing right now. Or like that little bear's bed, it's juuuust right.

Question: Was Goldilocks just a really big whore? I'm beginning to think, maybe. A whore and a thief. Godfuckingdamnit, Goldilocks. [Editor's note: I am home alone, just played solo boggle (and kicked my own ass; I own at boggle. OOOOWWWWNNN.) and I'm drinking Shiraz. In case you wondered where all the enthusiasm came from.]

I challenge you to respond to one of these writing prompts:
www.mcsweenys.net/2006/5/4wiencek.html

Or some other writing prompt. I need more writing prompts! Hand them the fuck over, kids.

Love y'all.

Also, Mayzie, your hair is the mother-fucking hottest. You are my favorite Baby Jesus impersonator EVER. Pictures, mythological creatures party people! You're my favorites.
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bdrnk [Jun. 6th, 2008|02:24 am]
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oh no
i am drunk
and sweet on a boy
who is taken and sometimes a dick
fuuuuuuck.
i went to a party though
anf was totallt The Gurl Who Sipped Other Guys Beers
and I sat on as chair and watched everyojne be loud
whoooooooaaaaaaa

i always used tyo spell whoa like this: woah
buyt that is incorrext.

i love tim ward my smoothie friend and jazz motherfucking mcginnis is a hot motherfucker. also his cat, sandy. mAZybe not hot, but sure fuzzy.

out.
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4/13/08 [Apr. 13th, 2008|04:22 pm]
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I have quite possibly become the one thing I can't stand to see in others: hardened.
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Just because I like banana-bread-making more than martini-shaking don't make me no fool. [Feb. 9th, 2008|03:24 pm]
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Just some affirmations and reminders for myself.

I don't like (and don't need to like) boozing, "that's what she said" jokes, "i kissed a girl once, and i'm a girl; am i alternative enough yet?", lap dance parties (my housemate had one. all that happened was people gave each other lap dances. and omg one time??!!! a boy lap-danced another boy! how revolutionary!!!!), stupid parties in general (you know the kind where people sit around getting fucked up but nothing REAL happens), college life in general.

I'm done with "college life". I have never felt the need to play around with drugs or alcohol, and I don't now, either. This doesn't make me uncool, or a prude, by any means. I'm all about gettin' my buzz on so long as it's with the right people. My idea of a good time is chardonnay + apple juice (or white russians, or some sort of fun and fruity mixed drink) with some friends, some food, and a game or conversation or ... something fun and constructive. What I'm not about is "freshman fun". I'm not a freshman.


I just feel like I'm surrounded by immaturity. AND I AM. I live on a college campus. But next year, Imma have a little house (or an apartment) and I'll be able to throw mad baking parties ('cause sugar is my drug of choice), potlucks, aint-we-fancy parties (which consist of wine, french bread, and cheese, as well as pretentious conversation), and dance parties (where people actually dance). It'll be good.
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! [Jan. 19th, 2008|04:08 pm]
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I am taking 20 credits! I am busy! There is no way I will ever finish all of my readings! I am in a Spanish class one term above where I should be! This is finally sinking in!


But I'm alright. When I get stressed and overwhelmed, there are a few things I do.

A) Call my mom.
B) Organize my shit.
C) Make/eat delicious food.

I am to the delicious food part of my day. I just whipped up some fried rice, which hits the spot. Jazz is playing, candles are lit, and I'm about to get my academic on.


Your turn!
When you get stressed and/or overwhelmed, what do you do, who do you call, what do you listen to, what do you eat?
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200820082008 [Jan. 2nd, 2008|12:42 pm]
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I had a pseudo-surprise party (It was gonna be a surprise, but then I found out) at the ranch in California with my family, and my friend Tim, and it was awesome. Everyone loved Tim, which was to be expected.

My grandma made a Birthday Mad Lib for me, which was basically a story of my life. Adjectives ranged from "scrumptulescent" (from my Aunt Elena), "Red-Hot" (my brother Steven, who also contributed "Sweaty", which ended up refering to him in the storyl yess!), and "Cat" (from my 5 year old cousin Evi. We took the liberty of changing it to "catty"). I drank champagne, and got drunk on love. Best birthday party ever.

I gots a pots and pans set for christmas. Which means: no more teflon flaking into our pasta!

Tim and I bought each other a book at Barnes and Nobles. For Tim I got Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. Tim got me Perfume by Patrick Suskind.

Also I watched Juno and forgave it for the reasons my movie-watching companions didn't like it because I thought it was so cute and I have the hugest thing for George Michael (a.k.a. Michael Sera) because all you can do is adore him. He was also in my dream last night, as were ghosts and a psychologist, which I'm pretty sure was directly influenced by a) me sleeping on the family couch, and b) watching lost and arrested development on said couch before I fell asleep.

I'm nervous about my classes, but it's the good kind of nervous.

Right now, I'm home in Oregon for a couple of days, compiling a cookbook (you know, from sticky recipe/photo sheets and a binder), doing my fafsa, and having a LOST marathon.

I am determined to have an awesome (or at least better than this quarter and my attitude have been) year. My birthday is on the 9th, and Imma be 21, so that's good news.

For 2008, more: tea, sleep, deep breathing, laughter, home-made meals, vegetables, balance, perspective. Less: stress, shit-talking, negativity, sugar, staying up all night letting my head spin out, apologies, and uncertainty. More: movement, growth; diving in without my swimsuit.

I refuse to make a resolution like "exercise" or some shit. I do what I want. My only resolution is to do things whether or not I have a swimsuit, goggles, towel, etc. I am done standing still.

Yay 2008!

I hope this wasn't too cheesy, or too patronizing or painful if you had a shitty year. I am choosing, for the moment, to go on this whole gratidude kick, and focus on the positive, the good.

P.S. THANK YOU FOR THE BOOK RECCOMENDATIONS!
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