Jaime

What Up?

Thu, 25 Sep 2003 17:00:14 GMT

So it's been a while. I feel as though I have forsaken live journal. I fear that I have not used it to it's most full potential but we shall have to work on that. I just get busy and do other things and by the time I'm done with my work I've forget. But on to more important things. I think I'm going to be working at the info desk. I really need the money and there were some hours open and it'll be a decent job that won't be too strenuous on me. I've worked before and I don't like it but money doesn't grow on trees. Oh wait yes it does money is firkin paper and well where do they get paper from firkin trees. You know I'm out of stuff to say.

I'm really bad at deciding the subject.

Thu, 18 Sep 2003 13:05:30 GMT

Yeah so i never know what to put in the subject and things just feel oh so incomplete without a subject. I truly feel that a subject should be a catchy prhase or word that gives the live journal reader a glimpse into the content of the journal entry but is just vauge enough to draw a reader in and make them curious. Yeah that's what the subject should be, but honestly this wasn't the purpose of this entry. What I really wanted to talk about was my tattoo. I was itching for some ink and well I itch no more. I'm really happy with the final outcome. It turned out pretty cool and I'm really happy that it is my design. There does however seem to be a slight misunderstanding. For lack of a better word. Everyone seemed to be under the impression that I was getting a very large tattoo that covered half my back. Well sorry to dissappoint all of you but it's just a small tattoo on my left shoulder blade. Well I guess what it comes down to is that I'm happy with my ink. It's definately a good thing, a me thing.

Tomorrow is the Day

Wed, 17 Sep 2003 03:41:05 GMT

So tomorrow is the day I get my tattoo. I'm pretty excited. It's gonna cost money which sucks. I'm really excited that it's my own design and also that I'm getting it tomorrow makes me very excited. My eyelids are starting to get heavy. I think I'm going to go to bed. In fact I know I'm going to go to bed. I'm going to bed.

It's been a long time

Sun, 14 Sep 2003 14:13:39 GMT

Yeah it's been quite a few days since I updated my journal. I guess I've just been really tired and haven't wanted to. I also really haven't had much to say at least not that I want to post on the internet for some pathetic soul with nothing better to do than read random live journals to read. So I'm supposed to go home today if I can get a hold of my sister so we can meet in Elm Grove, cuz I really can't afford the gas to get all the way home and I have to drive back down to Martins Ferry Wed. to get my tattoo. Which I'm fairly excited about. Only a few more days. I've decided I need a job. The money I have saved is slowly disappearig and it will gone before too long. But, I suppose since I'm restoring my straight edge and won't be making many trips to the bar the money should start lasting a little longer. I also have to stay away from walmart, last week I spent my tattoo money there. Well not much else is going on. Just sitting around doing nothing really. Especially now that I'm done with my live journal entry.

Life's Disappointments are Neverending

Thu, 11 Sep 2003 02:40:49 GMT

So I didn't get my tatoo. There was a slight miss communication and they could not fit me into today. I did however show them my design and made an appointment for next wed. That means that next wed. I will really be getting it no matter what cuz my name is in the book. And QuePasaSusita I totally feel you on the high school thing. Maybe one day life won't be like high scool and we can all grow up and stop being superficial and mean. I've decided that college is just an all around bad thing. I'm tired, slightly bored, and I'm pretty sure I've gained weight. Which if I were a skinny goddess like boys seem to think girls should look like a few pounds wouldn't mean a whole lot but since I'm me it does and well I've worked so hard to take it off and I want to cry at the thought of putting a single pound of it back on. Well I'm getting whinny and I don't like that so I'm gonna just shutup.

?????

Tue, 09 Sep 2003 19:42:48 GMT

I'm definately having some issues. I don't want to go home but I'm not sure I want to be here. I'm sure it will pass and I'm quite positive that the things bugging me are just things of the world. I know that they wouldn't be any different any where else. I guess I was just hoping that things would be different than what I knew they were going to be. I don't know. There's just so much going on in my head and I know right now I probablly am comming off like one of the lame people on live journal so I'm just gonna shut up.

life's a competition

Tue, 09 Sep 2003 05:45:18 GMT

Life's a competition and i'm going for best brick, and dude I achieved best brick. My brick doorstop was awesome, that is until it started to fall apart. I intend on fixing that some time in the near future. There were some other nice bricks (beth your brick was also very awesome). Each brick seemed to have it's own inspiration, except the boys' cuz well theirs all looked a little odd, (mainly the deflated football one). My brick took on a zen garden feel. It even has rocks. So wed. is getting closer and now not only am I getting my tattoo I'm gonna bake my hand painted mug so I can start using it. Well not much has happened today for me to talk about unless I want to travel into the deep recesses of my mind and contemplate my thoughts throughout the day and man that would just be a little too much to handle. It may however make for good dinner time conversation. I don't think it could make it as far as the water cooler though. Well I'm off to bed, cuz it's kinda late and I have class in the morning and my roommate is at her boyfriends so she won't be making noise in the morning that wakes me up.

What do you put when there is no subject?

Mon, 08 Sep 2003 02:08:46 GMT

So yesterday was my birthday. I'd have to say it was a good one, in fact one of my better ones. I spent it with people I enjoy being around, I tried some new things, and I got a pretty cool braclet from a pretty cool friend. I'm 18 now, it's not much different from being 17 except now I can go get my tattoo. I'm having a piece of art, my own art permenately drawn on my body. If you ask me that's pretty stinking cool. So I met phill for the first time offically yesterday. Boy was that the highlight of my birthday. For those of you who were there you know that it was interesting. Yeah I'm at a slight loss for subject matter right now. I'm so afraid of being lame that I'm not sure what to talk about. I could break out the awful teenage poetry but I'll save that for a more desperate entry. Yeah I really don't have anything else to say.

More Info Than I Needed

Sat, 06 Sep 2003 01:45:51 GMT

So I'm sitting at my computer earlier today, minding my own buisness. Drinking a juice box like the child that I am when I hear a knock. There was someone at my door. Like anyone would I go an answer it and before stands a girl. She asks if Jackie is around. (Jackie is my roommate) and so I open the door and point to the bed where Jackie was lying. I start to walk back towards my computer when my motion was abruptly interrupted by loud, hideous, shrieking. This girl, I'm not sure of her name however today at dinner she became known as the skinny fat chick, was sreaming, quite obnociously, "I did it, I did it!" My roommate was telling her how awesome that was and that she was very proud of her. As of this point I have no idea what they're talking about nor do I care. Despite my desire to stay out of the girlie shrieking and all that nonsense I couldn't they were in the middle of my living space screaming like banchees, how was i supposed to not pay any mind to it. So as they screaming continued I hear the fat skinny chick yell "This is the first time I've taken a shit in 12 days." My jaw dropped to the ground and I was faced with a rather odd question, a question I had never been faced with before. "Why in the hell does this girl think that I want to know that she took a shit?" She proceeded to more calmly tell me she's been having "problems" Then if it weren't enough already a girl from down the hall walks in and the skrieching resumes. The fat skinny chick is still going on aobut how she "did it" and the two others are telling her how great it is and how proud they are. She finally leaves and I was left to deal with what I had just heard. I swear sometimes you just get more info than you need.

I've Been Bugged

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 18:39:06 GMT

I've decided, well, that there are some people in life who I was just not meant to converse with. These people are not bad people. Nor are they mean people. I can get along well with these people (if I act really superficial and stay away from any substantial conversation). These people have a way about them that bugs me. My roommate is one of these people. She doesn't make her bed, that bugs me. She has sheets with pink flowers, and what appears to be a hand knitted afghan (the blanket not a person of middle eastern descent) that is pink and a different pink and cream stripped, these things also bug me. She,unlike me, is quite "sporty" as some would say. This too bugs me. I have also been "blessed" with the opportunity to awake in the morning and be greeted by pictures of her and her boyfriend. Lots of pictures of her and her boyfriend. Well I guess it's really just numerous copies of the same 3 pictures but that's a minor detail. This, like all of the other things I have mentioned, bugs me. But perhaps the most horrible of all of the crap she has brought into my room (aside from herself) is the rug. If you'd see the rug you'd understand that there are no words. And she doesn't like Hamtaro (my pet hamster). So I suppose what it comes down to is that she bugs me. Yeah she definitely bugs me.

The Honor Bestowed Upon Me

Fri, 05 Sep 2003 01:57:50 GMT

I've been deemed live journal worthy. Oh my gosh do I feel special. Among other things.
But that's a whole nother story for a different day or I suppose I should say entry. I was told I have to use my livejournal to it's fullest capacity. This is a very heavy weight on my shoulders. I've heard so many stories and I'm very afraid of falling short of the expectations placed upon me. There's so much pressure. I don't want to waste this oppurtunity for livejournal greatness but I'm not sure I have it im me. All I can do is my best. I hate disappointing people and I plan to do everything in my power to make my livejournal at least not completely lame. I promise no cheesy teenage poetry.