June 21st, 2007

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HI LIVEJOURNAL

HI LIVEJOURNAL MY NAME IS JESSICA AND I LIKE TO LEAVE MYSELF LOGGED IN TO LIVEJOURNAL ON OTHER PEOPLE'S COMPUTERS AND THEN LEAVE.

I ALSO SMELL LIKE STINKY TRASH.

BECAUSE I AM A SMELLY PIRATE HOOKER. FROM WHORE ISLAND.

SRSLY.
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Ok, so I SHOULD REALLY HAVE LEARNED MY LESSON BY NOW ABOUT LOGGING OFF WHEN I'M ON JESSO'S COMPUTER. That post was so similar to the LAST post she left me about not logging off that for a minute I thought she arbitrarily found an old entry and commented like mad on it.

THANKS JESSO I DO NOT LOVE YOU TOO.

Argh. Feeling better, sleeping a little better, with the help of ibuprofen. Wish I could say it was without medication, but alas, ALAS I CANNOT. My boobs are still driving me crazy, but all the other itching seems to have settled down for the most part.

I'm swinging back around to that place where I'm fed up with my lack of nutritional eating. I had a feeling it would be harder to eat well at the house, and I was right, I find myself depending strongly on taco bell and fast food to make it through the day. I've been feeling so fed up with the amount of crap I've been eating that I went out and bought bananas, sugar free bread, honey, and "pure" peanut butter (ingredients: Peanuts, salt. DELICIOUS. I seriously love the hell out of this shit.) and made my world me-famous Peanut-Butter-Banana-Honey-Mush sandwiches for lunch. MMMMMMMMMMM. I'm seriously watching the clock like a hawk for lunchtime today because WANT WANT WANT. I feel like I'm eating actual food when I eat it, not just food substitute!

The problem with wanting to eat healthy and knowing about all the horrible crap there is in food, is that I find myself feeling preachy about food, in much the same way I get preachy about yoga (I want to go baaaaaaaaaaack to claaaaaaaaaass, but the only classes I can get to right now are the 6 AM classes and, you know, not sleeping well). Problem being I am BAD at eating nutritionally well. It helps if I let myself forget how bad it all really is, but I dragged my copy of The Great American Detox Diet to work today, which means I'm ready to remind myself why ice cream is not an appropriate dinner. *Le sigh*

THIS WOULD ALL BE EASIER IF HEALTHY FOOD WASN'T SO DANG EXPENSIVE.

Oh, and I got my iPod back! HOORAY!!! I went over to Jesso's and TOTALLY ABUSED her iTunes last night (hence the leaving lj logged on), so I have all my TMBG, Muse, and Arrogant Worms back! All of my Radiohead, Basement Jaxx and Cex is gone, though. *weeps bitterly into sleeve* WANT WANT WANT.

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Writer's Block: Wedding bells are ringing

Because they are there every time I log into my lj page, and I do think it's kind of a neat idea, I'm gonna start answering the writer's block doohickeys. BECAUSE I DO NOT POST ENOUGH AND I NEED HELP COMING UP WITH NEW IDEAS! THAT IS WHY. THANK YOU, LIVEJOURNAL.

What was the last wedding you went to? Were you in the wedding?

The last wedding I went to was when my grampa was getting married to Diane. This would have been fine and all if it weren't for the fact that my grandma, my favorite person in the whole world, had not died less than a year before? I don't think I'd ever cried so much in one year. I was nine, Reagan had just been born the year before, and I remember my mom asking me, when I found out grampa was getting re-married, if I'd prefer Reagan have this new lady and call her "Grandma" or have no grandma at all.

I picked the latter.

Reagan did end up thinking of Diane as "Grandma", and while the woman tried to sign gifts to me with that title, I could never call her that. I had no problem referring to her as my "Wicked Step-Grandmother", which is what my grampa jokingly called her the first few years.

I was not in the wedding, but when my Uncle Mark married my Aunt Beth, I was their flower girl! I think I was five then.