I miss blogging to you guys

I always feel like writing music after seeing a bunch of cute indie one man bands with a synthesizer and guitar.

Last night, Mike and I lounged around his house talking about the philosophy of life and conception and the VP pick for McCain. We slept in his room together and when he tried to crawl out from under my claw like grasp, he accidentally hit my foot and woke me up. lol. Cute.
On his way down his gravel driveway of hell, I heard the sound of something metal clank and Mike's tire flattened. We pulled over into his neighbor's driveway and Mike's mom drove all the way next door and I sat in her car listening to Sirius radio while she fussed around Mike as he changed the tire. I heard a hair metal version of "You're so vain". Amazing.
It'll take a day for Mike's car to get fixed or so, so as long as he goes under 100 mph, he'll be good.

After sleeping around in his bed together some more, and messing with his cat, Mike and I went to Ting's house and The Atudes were playing. I got to record "the dream" and bug the crap out of Dustin about him sending me the lyrics to that song. I got a cd of the Bradley Unit and Ryan Sutherland (that one ryan kid I talked about in a previous blog so long ago that you probably will not recall), a Bradley Unit set of juggling balls (for free!) , a talking mountain cassette tape and two Talking Mountain shirts. The shirts were only 5 dollars, so I found that pretty nifty.
Mike and I went back to his house, and after watching a bit of the news with his mom, I slept for about an hour with Mike. Mike sent me home with my lost pearl necklace, miniature rabbit thing, and his old Velvet Underground shirt that doesn't fit him anymore. Sleeping some more on the way home, Mike drove me home. On 6th Ave. right outside of the Pet Shop I gaze at longingly at the kittens in the window everynight as we are stopped at the red light, there were about four fire engines and cop cars. The city was just getting there with some baracades.
It was a great night that I really enjoyed. After work today, Mike and I are going to go see a band he likes a lot called,"This show is the Rainbow" so I'm pretty up for that. :)

I intend on living forever... so far so good

Okey dokey, I know I haven't written a blog in a while, but don't worry, I've been documenting it elsewhere. Hopefully with my lappytop, and when I get a cohesive regular schedule for work and school, I'll get more into the laptop. I have started a new diary in a comp book called,"I intend to live forever... so far so good."
In Ignite, we were talking about goal setting and the acronym is "SMART"
Specific - not a vague idea
Measurable - able to see the progress you're making
Action Plan - How you will achieve your goal
Reasonable- Can you do it?
Time Line - A time you want it achieved.

There's a lot of things I want to do in my life. I want to get married, have a family, have a house, travel, play accordion, eat vegetables (don't push me on that one)... But then I see the "T". Time Line. I want to do these things before I die. The more I think about my death, the more I live. I think some people get so creeped out about death (no matter how natural it is), and they don't see those goals have a deadline. You're more likely going to accomplish something with end in sight.
I know some people who want to lose weight, buy something they want to fit into. A dress, or swimsuit, shirt or pants.... Some people buy shoes because it makes them feel good about them selves. Other people are obsessed with collecting specific odd items such as cows and decorative disney plates, but I have found today.... I think I like buying formal dresses.
I've always loved buying dresses in general and formal dresses from thrift stores, but today I have bought my second prom dress in two months. I could see myself developing some unhealthy shopping habits. As I hung up my new blue ball gown next to my sleek teal evening gown, I asked myself,"Why do I like these so much?" I feel pretty when I wear them. I feel feminine. I feel special or worth it, like I deserve to dress up once in a while. I feel beautiful, mature, and just overall wonderful. I love them. I can't wait to wear it somewhere maybe with Mike and take pictures. I need to find shoes and jewelry for my new one too.

Throw it at my Face

When I got home, I was hoping on taking a shower, doing laundry, and writing a little blog to you. A blog about how band camp today was fun, I loved painting on the sidewalk, and had a tropical snow at the Lucky Penny and played tetris, but now- I don't feel so much up to that.

Waiting at the bus stop, I saw the bus coming. I leaned down to pick up my sidewalk chalk. That movement might have just saved my life. As I had my head down, a car drove by and threw a beverage at me. I looked up after hearing the splat and looked at a mess of liquid behind me. I stood up alarmed and confused. The bus driver picked me up and asked what that was they threw at me. I had no idea.
My head was down and I didn't see the slightest clue either.

If you're going to throw something at me, let it be your trash, your insults, your garbage, and tomatoes, but please I ask--

throw it at my face.

books books books

Books books books

I love new books. Do you love new books? Phew do I.
Yesterday at Border's I picked up a few artsy DIY technique ones and can't wait to get a crackin'. Here's the picks

Journal Revolution: Rise Up and Create! Art Journals, Personal Manifestos and Other Artistic Insurrections
by Linda Woods

The Guerilla Art Kit: everything you need to put your message out into the world for fun non-profit and world domination
by Keri Smith


Design it Yourself
by Ellen Lupton

I also learned something yesterday that was very interesting to be, but Rosie O'Donnel has co-written and contributed to a few of the art books that I was looking at even the Journal Revolution book you see above. The same women who invited Elmo to be a guest on her show almost weekly. Bizarre...

Speaking of books, two friends of mine are organizing a book club at Lincoln Main. I don't have much information on it now, but I can always connect you to my good friends if you're interested in joining or contributing. Right now they're in the process of applying for a grant from United Way. I might look into doing the same for our organization.


Have a great Day!

Jacquelyn Art Club Prez

How is college?

While waiting on an older woman who was with her daughter and grandchildren, her daughter asked,"How are you liking your first year of college?"
"College? I'm not in college..."
"You're not"
"No- I'm only a junior in highschool. I'm 16. The youngest person in the whole store."
We laughed and she apologized. I told her about being asked on Wednesday if I was married.
While fetching the left shoe for her mother, I was laughing in the stock room. My laughter died and so did my momentary happiness. Why do I seem so old? I hate being mature and aged. I'm youthful and love life?

What's going on?

Something's wrong. This isn't right. I feel it foreshadowing something and it honestly scares me.

Are you Married?

Yesterday I sold a woman a pair of shoes. I asked if she'd like the receipt in the box or with her. She said in the box- then changed her mind.
"My husband is out of town and so I'm shopping today. I wouldn't want him to find the receipt in the box so I'll keep it with me."
I laughed.
"Do you have a husband?" she asked.
"No ma'm. I'm only 16,"I said.
"Good years. Enjoy them while they last,"she said. "Have you ever been asked if you were married?"
"No. Not at all. I mean, I've been asked if I had a boyfriend but..." We were laughing and smiling and told each other to have good days. But it made me wonder...

Do I really look that old? To be asked if I'm married? I've been asked where I go to work or college, but... I don't know. It seems a little odd for me. It doesn't scare me- not at all. It just intrigues me more like.

"Open Eyes" - Oingo Boingo

Today before work, I went into juniors and bought the green formal dress I wanted. Thankfully it was still there. I was totally excited. Work was pretty relaxed. Well, I did not get to take a break, so afterwards, my neck was starting to hurt. My feet on the other hand are starting to feel better. I'm getting used to be standing for long periods of time. My check is for 300 dollars. I'm really excited!!! :D
After work I bought a couple of dresses in juniors, but made the unwise decision of trying them on. They both fit my size- but not my shape. I have curves and the dresses are straight and shapeless. where I do have curves, it makes awkward bumps. I regret buying them... Hopefully I'll be able to find a friend who can take them.
I went to the Vanity and the blue and black polkadot shirt I wanted is gone. I took a breath- and lived. I went to Target then.
I didn't find any clothes there that I liked. The super Target next to where Mike lives has so much more for clothes. I'll have to ask him if he could take me sometime. Anyways, I went to the toy section, bought a bubble gun, unicorn back pack, and another gift for Michael's birthday. I'm having so much fun shopping for him, that I wish there was more things I could celebrate. lol. I KNOW he'll absolutely love it. Atleast- he better! *glare* he heh... anyways...
oh! I also got more small plastic animals in the dollar section. That was nice. I enjoyed that.