a poem for you

actually for mrs loconte and english 12
but we'll pretend it's for you
though you might not want it to be
i did this for class and i kind of like it
we were supposed to take four lines of a poem and then write four stanzas each ending in a line from the four lines we chose

i chose

i never wanted you -david bazan, hey songs are poems!

the rhyme scheme is
aabbccabc ddeeffdef gghhiighi jjkklljkl

the things in brackets is alternative and i haven't decided what the final line will be and i have to rework it a lot so it flows more, leave a comment or suggestion as to how i can do that or just what you think of it

here it is

you opened my eyes to things new
and our lust ever more grew
and my innocents was cracked
true love, our relationship lacked
you captured me, you seemed taboo
I stuck to you, right to your shoe
my view of you was so askew
you covered my eyes to the fact,
I never wanted you

loving you was/felt (whatever sounds better) like committing crimes
I tried to leave you many times
but I never wanted to be alone
your "love" for me was never shown
I should have known, you were see through
you made me sick, just like the flu
I used to hold you in sublimes (not sure if that’s the right use of that word)
I never wanted too

I fell into you, just like quicksand
you, I was not able to withstand
you tasted bitter (or bittersweet) on my lips) like (a) bourbon
to me you'd always beckon
but woe is me, I never got smart
to what you did, and the perfected art (or its perfected art)
you took my hand
and blurred my vision
but you never had my heart

I was fooled, I do admit
but now I’m in the cockpit (I as desperate for a word that rhymed, I actually don't like this line)with you I felt entombed
my soul completely consumed
but from you I did withdrew
but the answer, I still pursue
why did you do it?
And how was I exhumed?
our love was never true.

Experiment 4223 - A Fishy Tale

So over the past couple of days I have been conducting an experiment to test a theory of mine.

Every day my mother tells me to clean my room and that it is a pig's sty. btw there are no pigs in my room thus it can't be a pig's sty.

Anyways she says this no matter what, wheather there is one thing on the floor or twenty. So I came up with this theory that she doesn't actually look in my room, She just ASSUMES that it is messy.
And everyone knows that when you assume you make and ass out of you, not me.
So I spent many a moons thinking up how to figure out wheather she is looking in my room or not.
I first thought I should paint it, but no that's a little to obvious and well I'm lazy. Then maybe rearranging my furniture. A good idea except that I would have to clean my room in order to do that.
So me and my pal Drew went to petcetra to pick up some gp food when I stumbled across a sign Fish!!!!! 50% off.
It didn't take long to connect the dots.
I will buy a fish, put it in one of my mom's measuring cups and leave it in my room in a highly visible place. If she sees it then she is actually looking in my room and intern is mentally unstable cause she thinks one shirt on the floor is messy.
OR
She doesn't actually look at my room, she just assumes that it is messy. And don't make me explain what assume means again.
So basically it's a win/win situation for me. HAHA

Hubert also known as experiment 4223 has been in my room for a total of 48 hours and she has yet to notice the fish. She has asked me to clean my room a total of 4 times.

I am drawing up the papers for the mental institution now.

Jess, One. Mom, Zero

Lift Those Knees Ladies!

okay so I have been trying to improve myself lately in every aspect of my life.
And since my mind and soul are near perfect [jk] I've been focusing on my bod.

That's right people, I've been hittin the gym.
I've been hitting it hard.

So I was there the other day with my fateful partner Jenn and we were running and pumping iron, when i realized this really scary women.

She's about six foot something, brown crazy person hair. tight lulu lemon pants and steroid muscles. I mean this chick looked like she had steroids put into her bottle from the day she was born. Her muscles were having sex with each other a producing more muscles! I'm quite sure she had a package, if you know what I mean.... :o

Just kidding...

She actually looked quite normal. She was wearing lulu lemon and had brown hair, and it was quite tame. She did have muscles, but just a little bit. however her eyes looked crazy, and I'm just gunna skip ahead to the moral of the story, you can tell how crazy a person is based on their eyes.

Well I'm sitting at this machine the one where you are sitting down and you push your legs apart against the machine, quite the compromising position, but i thought nothing of it cause it was just LADIES fitness.

So this chick sits on the machine across from me, the one that you push your arms out, and starts using it and with every push she lets out this HUGE grunt as her eyes stare deep into my soul!

so I'm ahh... feeling a little uncomfortable so I finish my rep quickly and move to another machine which is basically the same idea except your pushing in with your legs.

NO JOKE HERE. she gets up, goes to the machine across from me a does the same thing!

so I go into one of those flash back modes and realize she was there when I was running and when I was doing sit ups! It took me this long to realize this! I am an IDIOT! So I stand up and go to the machine at the far end of the room to test this theory of her following me. This may have not been a wise choice...

Let me explain this machine, you are on all fours on a raised platform and you lift one leg up to work out your butt. Not a wise decision at all.

I see her do a couple more reps, then she stands, looks around and spots me. I swear she looked straight into my eyes. She starts walking over, and I start panicking, looking around for someone to save me. btw screw you superman, you weren't there when I needed you! and I'm like oh no oh no, mean while I don't think "hey maybe I should get off the machine or maybe at the very least put my leg down" nope that's too much to ask from little old me.

Crazy lady walks up to me looks me straight in the eyes [btw I can feel eyes torching my very thoughts] and says "hey you need me to spot you" in a very masculine voice. and I say in a tiny mouse creeped out voice "no thanks, I'm gooood" and oh yes I made the ooo on good extra long.

never saw her again, weirdest thing ever

ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have not only learned you can tell how crazy a person is by their eyes. but when you are being followed by a crazy person do not go to the machine that is in the corner and has you on all fours with one leg up in the air... and pls don't make me explain why...:P

I've Never Felt So Crapy In My Life

I've never wanted something so bad

I've never known a team that deserved it more

I've never known thirteen girls that would sit in class and the only thing they can think of is the game

I've never known myself to want something this bad

Score is tied at 0

2nd half of over time

about 7 mins left

Whistler scores on my net

I've never been more disapointed, more angry, more pissed off at my self then today.

COSTA RICA!!!

i'm too lazy to write a new thing on costa rica because i have sent out a billion e-mails so i'm gunna copy and paste and e-mail i sent to debs telling you all about my trip!

Guess what!?

I went to Costa Rica and got engaged!

haha jkjk
But no jokes, it was possibly the most amazing trip of my life.

So we get there and spend the night in San José at h.q. which is the organization we went through called Christ for the city. The next day we did orientation stuff and hung out slept there again and left for Cannas in the morning...

We were at a church called oasis. We get there and have our first of many meals of rice and beans. The families get there and pick us up and we go to our houses. At first it was hella awkward cause they speak no English and all we have is a Costa Rican phrase book.

Shall we side track to the house? Sure.
Our house was pink. Pink on the outside, pink on the inside, pink curtains, it was awesome. The house was really simple. Concrete walls that don’t touch the ceiling so you can tell where everyone is in the house and a tin roof. which only connected at the sides and there was about a foot gap to the outside in the front and back thus making the house available for any wandering insects and lizards :P I wish we could live that way, everything’s so simple, I love it.

Back to the family. We had a single mom named Rosa which was eventually shortened to ma, a seven yr old sister named alondrea, who was very shy, and a sixteen year old sister whose name is Gaby. The first day she came and introduced us to every single friend in our neighborhood, and her grandma. It is such a welcoming in atmosphere, that’s another thing I wish we could do here. But that just isn't all who was in my family. Their were only two groups of us on the poorer side of town. Me and Nicole and or family and Dominique, kailah, and their family. And because our families were friends we hung out a lot so I also had too little brothers. Joshua (7) and Brandon (5). It actually makes me want to cry every time I think of these boys because my love for them and their love for us grew so vast and so deep during the week we were with them. They never wanted to leave our sides, even when we had to leave them in the morning to do construction. They would always pull us close and whisper in our ears like a paragraph in Spanish and all you would understand was "Uno photo!" I took about a million pics of these boys the little performers they are. And Gaby took us in like sisters who were also friends. Every night she would invite some one over to meet us and she even took us to her school! Which btw the ratio of girls to guys in Costa Rica are like 10:1. Whenever you walk down the street you would hear whistles and hisses and "PURA VIDA" which is like saying whets going on? That’s one thing that’s hard about being back here, is the guys are too afraid to speak to you, it’s honestly retarded. We met a guy named Hayner who was freaking funny cause he acted out things to talk to us and with a lot of looking in the Spanish to English dictionary we had a good conversation. The people there are amazing.

Another thing I would love to take back is how the people are so on fire for God. There was some church related thing everyday. One church service the pastor was preaching his heart out, nothing could stop him, and our translator had to stop because he was going too fast. Even though you couldn't understand what he was saying you knew that the holy sprit was there in the building. People started going to the alter cause the pastor was calling people up that wanted to be prayed for. And people were praying over them and they were shaking and falling over, and it is hard to watch. And it sounds like it could be fake but it was like the real deal, I felt it inside of me, something big was going down. Then the pastor started speaking in tongues. That’s when I lost it. Almost everyone in my class was crying. The pastor called us to the front and people came and hugged us and prayed for us. Most of these people were crying as well, and most of these people we had never met or had just met that night! And you could tell that their prayers and their hugs were really genuine. It was amazing, seriously.

So moving onto a brighter and dirtier note. We did construction during the day which was digging up new fence posts and digging new holes for new ones. Everyone who drove by honked in support of us. Also because everyone knew we were foreigners. We also went to schools and did crafts, face paints, sports. It was really funny because most of the time we outnumbered the kids 3:1.

Dude, food was good but very repetitive. Rice and beans and bread. Very carby. Since our family was poorer we only ate meat three times and twice, it was like chicken patties the size of half my palm. We bought fried chicken on our way to church in secret ;p but I dropped 5 pounds because I barely ate cause my body was actually saying no to rice and beans.

At church we lead worship and did skits. Have you heard of the everything skit? its quite powerful, and I was the lead girl, and I was worried I wasn't going to be good enough but after wards a women came up to me and hugged me and shook my hand, but in the hand shake she gave me a gorgeous ring and her e-mail. Never saw her before and only saw her once after. It was quite a beautiful gesture.

Hmmm... there’s a lot of funny cockroach stories and lizards are everywhere. There was a jumping spider in my bed one night!

After that week and a very very emotional goodbye, we spent the night at a hotel in a ghost town on the beach. We had a bon fire and it was great bonding time.

The next night we spent at h.q. and me joy Corry Angus and Mr. Chung pulled an all nighter playing big two and the winner gets to make a new rule it was crazy. There were feet in mouths, fingers up noses, and you had to drink a L of water if you lost, which is really hard to do if you’re not thirsty.... lol

Then the worst thing happened, I came home.
I plan to go back next year, for sure. You should come.

A Riddle For You

What is red and smells like blue paint?????













































Red Paint

It's Been A While My Old Friend...

...so don't expect any miracles

Any hooo

I have caught the dreaded flu.
For the past three days I have been omnipresently observing you all from Facebook

and don't look at me like I'm the scum of the earth, you all do it too!
You can only change your profile pic so many times until you start to look vain or change your status so many times from "I'm sick" to "ughh" to "stupid flu" till YOU even get annoyed by yourself. Then you say okay let's see what Ryan has been doing...so you surf over to his page and find out he has some homework to do, oh Ryan, by the way, how's the knee?

Okay Ryan, that was for effect, not to creep you out, okay super friend?

Anyways, this starts a vicious cycle where you click on someone else page, you all know under the little tab "friends you have in common"
You end up going to endless peoples pages learning that Debs really likes Slumdog Millionaire and that Jon Wong can't find his cell phone, then it hits me;

HOLY CRAP, Facebook is taking the purpose, drive, and meaning away from all stalkers!

These poor guys who devote their lives to waking up really early and waiting in the bushes outside your house every morning hoping they'll catch a glimpse of you.
BUT NOOO not anymore, the people being stalked have taken the thrill out of it.
You might as well have caught them in your bushes and said
"hey you're wasting your time, I have 2.000 pics on Facebook you can eat your sandwich in front of, or whatever you do with my pictures"

Here is a totally unture phone conversation I didn't actually over hear

Dude: Hey man what you doing today?
Stalker: Dude you always ask this, I'm stalking Amara, remember it's what I do everyday
Dude: Dude, haven't you heard of Facebook, people update their status' and upload pics, the people you stalk do the work for you! You just have to sit at your computer and watch the live feed.
Stalker: *silence*
Dude: Hey, you there man?
Stalker: *Whimpers and lets out a small sob*
Dude: Are you crying?
Stalker: No...I'm just cutting onions
Dude:.....You don't cook
Stalker: SO WHAT IF I"M CRYING... can't a man cry when his life has lost all purpose? You have no feelings, I thought you'd be there for me no matter what!
*click*

Yes, stalker may have over reacted and is a it of a pussy, and yes Dude may be a little insensitive, but that's not the point.

The point is the stalkers we know and love are loosing their purpose.

And I am the first to admit that I am also guilty of the crime against stalkers. That's why I'm proposing a day, in honour of all stalkers. A day that we all disable our Facebook pages, so the stalkers of the world can get back to what they do best.

Follow us with cameras and invade our privacy

Let me just check my date book here, hmm
tmr?...no that's anti-bullying day,
How about the 27th, no according to http://library.thinkquest.org/2886/feb.htm that's international polar bear day
Okay I propose that February 29th be help a Stalker day!


Lets do it for the stalkers.