It's 5 A.m in the morning ... & I'm on the verge of tears..

MY ART IS GOING TO BE A TATTOO! 

OMG.

OMG.

OMG.

OMGGGGGG.

I'M FLIPPING SHIT OVER HERE.

This.. I don't know what this is.

A first step in my art career?

Finally, I have a little faith.. ♥

OHMYGODFUNNYINTERNETVIDEOSAT2AM.

DEEP BREATHS.
It's only Jenna Marbles.

That woman kills me.

^Story of my life right there.

Guess what!!!

I'm offcially the biggest FREAK ever.Yaaaaah.. ever.
ever.

GUYSGUYSGUYSGUYS..

JUST FOUND A SPONGEBOB GAME.
Guess who is going to be up FOREVER..
THIS GIRL.

THANK YOU FOR STEALING MY GUM...

Dear people that go to my school;
I hate you all.

(And I mean it.)
 I had a full freakin' pack of gum second hour,
Did NOT chew a piece of it.
Get to 5th hour,
AND HALF OF MY PACK IS GONE.
SCREW YOU GUM STEALERS.

At Bowsher, Gum is like.. currency. Screw money.

Well, I was going to get a head start on my paper.
Hahaha, I tried.
I'll at least give myself that.
Half-way through I took a tumblr break.
WORST IDEA EVER.NEVER TAKE A TUMBLR BREAK.
(Or a blogger break >.>)

Guys I have a question: Would you hate me if I started posting pictures and videos and stuff of mine on here? Like would that bug the shit out of you? I mean, yeah I'm making a new page.. and yeah no one is even going to give a shit. (v.v) BUT I WANNA.

Lol, why the hell did I ask you.
I DO WHAT I WANT.

.. Yeah, I'm on two hours of sleep.

... I should go..

..Awkward ending statement...

Moist...

(^ World's most awkward word.)

hehehe... Hi Guys..

I'M NOT DEAD!
yaaaaaaaaay

Good news right?
Want more good news?
I THOUGHT YOU DID.
-This girl is going to be posting more.
-I'm getting a scanner so I can show you guys my amazing doodles.
(Like my doodles of sperms. Nuff said.)
- It's almost my winter break so I'll be off for a while and have NOTHING to do, So I'll post.. A LOT.
(Well. Nothing besides a databased essay. A take home ap us history test. A geometry assignment. A Jfk vs. Julius caesar assassination paper. Ensamble practice.. Yeah you get it.)
You guys should go look at my stuff on deviantart, and follow me on tumblr.
I BLAME TUMBLR FOR MY LACK OF POSTING.
Blame tumblr.
My Deviantart. ♥
My Tumblr ♥

Anywho, That's All for now.
I'll be posting my crazy amazing stories later.
Night. (:

Ummm.. I suck at posting.

I never post anymore, I'm sorry!
I'm working on it! D:



In 45 days I will be getting a lap top and starting a vlog.

So you guys will get to see my beautiful face.
(LOLSORRY I just puked in my mouth a little.)

but seriously..
VLOG.
OMG.
<3

Why 45 days you ask?
(Ummm we don't care.)
Cause in 45 days..
7 hours..
and 49 minutes...
It will be my birthday.

yeah. I have no life.

But it's okay, you're reading this... so neither do you. ;)

By the way,
WALMART NOW SELLS PEACE TEAS.
You should have seen my friend Casey's reaction.
I thought I was going to have to call 911.

By the way am I the only one that's ever done this..
You're waiting for your parents to get home..
And you know it shouldn't take them more than ten minutes.
But it's been 45.
"OHMYGOSH WHAT IF MY PARENTS ARE DEAD?! WHAT IF THEY GOT IN AN ACCIDENT?!"
..
I don't even like my parents that much and I freak out.

What is wrong with me?

DANIEL TOSH, Will you marry me?
That man is my latest obsession,
Daniel tosh + A can of triple fudge frosting with chocolate chips = HAPPYJESS.

Why does my school not understand that there is one week a month that a woman should be able to carry around a can of frosting and NOT be judged for it?

...IDGAF i did it anyways.
My teachers thought I was crazy.

No.
NOOO.
You should be THANKFUL I have this frosting.
SO STFU
AND GTFO.

Have a nice day (:

Oh my gosh guys.. I just had a heart attack.

I think blogger is trying to kill me...
It just wouldn't let me log in for the past week...
FINALLY.
German exchange students are so cute.
Bowsher is currently hosting a few of them.
I ADORE THESE PEOPLE.
The one bursted out into a breaking benjamin song with me.
Then sung about fifty million linkin park songs as we walk through cedar point.
She has my heart I swear.

Okay so do you SEE this thing?
It's called the wicked twister.
I REFUSE to ride things that shoot off REALLY fast.
And this thing does.
So my boyfriend was pushing me twords the line because there was no wait.
And i was trying my hardest to fight it.
So him and his friend josh picked me up and CARRIED me onto it.
I cried.
Scariest moment of my life.
I almost died guys.


That whole day at Cedar point was just crazy.


Wanna know something cool?
Im learning piano and getting music comp classes.
And Private cello lessons.
And ear training lessons.
So I'll be able to sing, and song write.
How cool?
I'll start posting videos asap. :D


No stuffed animals die today.
But thats only cause im lazy.
Two will die next time.

>.>

You guys suck hardcore.

Two words: TACO BELL

Today was my first day eating at taco bell. Yes. I have lived in a box my whole life.

My younglife girls always go out on monday nights,
And today it was just my leader Amy, Sammie, and me.

Well, I lied. I have eaten taco bell once.
But... i didnt pick it.
And it was GROSS.
So I don't count that.

First of all, I stood there for twenty minutes looking everything over.
The lady behind the counter was weak.
(Weak is the ghetto term for laughing very hard.. for all you who don't go to a ghetto school.)
I had no clue what a freakn' chalupa was.
So she had to explain it to me.
I still have no clue what it is.
So I ordered a crunch wrap supreme thingy.
I think...
The whole time, amy and sammie are crackin' jokes.
And she asked me what size.
I bursted out, "THERE ARE DIFFERENT SIZES?!"
Everyone in the kitchen was laughing SOOO hard.

So then i got a crash course in sauses 101.

And We sat down.
So i was just staring this huge cruch wrap thingy down.
By the way, I never eat fast food .. ever.. i think it's SOOO gross.
And Amy and Sammie are just like... watching me.
I have to admit it was pretty good.
But they told me I looked like a foreign exchange student.
Yeah..
Then I got all excited when it has nacho cheese in it.
Apprently that was hilarious.
And apprently I'm stupid.

So I was laughing way too hard to even eat, and they were waiting for me to finish,
And amy was dancing with her head.. i think..
And I told her she looked like she was having a stroke..
Apprently that was hilarious,
And once once again, apprently im stupid.
Because people who have strokes's face droop.
I meant seizure.

I was full of stupid comments.

Amy: you look like a foreign exchange student.
Me: Are you calling me ugly?

"it looks like you're playing tug-o-war with your straw..."

"So does this make me mexican now?"

"How do I eat this thing?!"

.... sigh.

I'm sooo stupid.

It's been over a week... I'm slacking.

Truth is, I've been a little busy lately.
I gave up. I have a ... BOYFRIEND.

GASP.
But Jess,
You hate relationships and love and gross boyfriend romantic stuff.

True.

I couldn't help myself!
Alex turned me into such a cheeseball.

Although, our first week of dating has been interesting.
Cause apprently, in his months of being single,
He harassed all of his coupley lovey dovey friends.
And they decided they were gonna get back at him.

Everytime I would stand two inches away from him, or hug him or kiss him it's been:
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
and/or
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

I'm gonna kill someone.

I've already punched someone in the kidney ... No I'm serious.

geometry is a really interesting class....
Sarah: ethans coming over today, we have to talk about something.
Me: EWW GROSS. Is it about your pregnancy?
Sarah: *flips me off* I'm not pregnant!
Me: WELL HURRY UP, I WANT A NIECE NOOOOOOOW!
Rachel:... YEAH SARAH JUST GET KNOCKED UP ALREADY.

And my teacher.
Everyday.
EVERYONEOFTHEM.
Tells us how we will never us geometry in our lives.
He's merely teaching us to be BETTER THINKERS.
That man.

Speaking of people that make me go, 'that man.'
Burmester. The reason I failed algebra my first year if it.
"What did the tree say to the acorn?"
"What mr. burmester?!"
"GE, I'mma tree!"
"..."
"get it, GEE IMMA TREE... geometry..."
"No we got it, you're just not funny..."

Lesson of the day is:
If youre a math teacher, don't make math jokes.
OR
If you have to explain your joke, you're pathetic.

Off to binge on mountain dew,
Stay up all night,
Do my APUSH (APUSH? The cute short version of ADVANCED PLACEMENT US HISORY. ohh lovely.) reading that I could have easily done the past week.
I'll be up untill the morning.
I'll keep ya updated. ;D

FML.
Nuff said.
♥

The good side of study hall...

Study hall HAS taught me something...
No... I'm SO serious.

Okay maybe I'm not serious..
But still,
Hear me out.

I've been learning:

Foreign language.
('AYE NIGGAH SUP WITT CHOO' means Hello friend, how are you today?)

Culture.
(The hood is a culture too. Doo rags, Yankee hats, saggy pants. It's a very respectable culture.)

Music.
(Even though it barely counts rap is indeed a genre. And it's part of the hoodian culture to blast it as loud as you can from a celluar device. Even in school. No one ever says anything to them because they don't know better, they're not used to normal culture.)

Yeah, That's been my life lately.
Did you read my post about the bowsher game?
And that kid who was a douche?
Yeah well today my friend walks into english. She just so happens to be friends with him too.
And she tells me about how he wanted her to make me jealous by saying he's been talking to a lot of girls.
BAHAHAHA,
And I cause drama??
Silly boy.

Like I stated in a previous post.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN.

Douche.

And guess what...

NO COMMENTS.
An innocent stuffed animal has died because of you guys.
HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW??

HUH?!

..Yeah. I was dead serious when I said I'd kill a stuffed animal everytime a post didn't get comments.

You are sick people.

SERIOUSLY GUYS,

I know people read this blog!
I have a stats button!

START COMMENTING.Or I will kill a stuffed animal for evey post without comments.
Don't believe me?
I'll put up pictures.

Yes, you guys have drove me to this sick violent act.
HOW DO YOU FEEL NOW?

MALES. Enough said.





Boys freak me out.
What a great opening sentance Jess..

Way to freakn go..

Wanna hear about the Bowsher highschool football game?
It's pretty interesting..

So this guy who.. idk I though we were cool. We have a bad past..
But I thought we were cool! He's a private school kid. of course.
Well I text this guy asking him if he's going to the game.
He replies "No."
So I'm pretty happy about it,
Didn't feel like dealing with him anyways.

SO I SEE HIM AT THE GAME.
He walks in the gate.
Looks at me.
Turn and walks away.

2 minutes later I get a text, "Guys night."
Mmm. okay.
Fine.

So I'm pissed to the point of tears.
Why?
Not even I know.
Apprently I still have feelings for him deep..
deep...
WAAAAAY deep down.
Or so my friend says.

So then we BODY PAINTED.
And my spirts were up so me and my amazing friends went and acted like fools in the student section <3

                                  


Me, Tori, Kenzie, And Lena ♥





Casey, Damien, Sammie, Kenzie, Me, Tori ♥

 And Life was good.
Untill I saw Mr. Toolbox himself talking it up to a bunch of girls.
Mkay.
I was ticked.
Throughly ticked.

So I texted him,
"Breaking guys night code by talking to a bunch of chicks. Nice. Look, if you didn't want to see me, just say so!"
And he texts back, "Ok. I don't want to see you."
Yeah, that hurt.
It hurt me.
So I just sighed, shrugged it off and calmly replied.
"Thanks. See being honest isn't THAT hard."

Wow, me being nice. Crazy right?
NEVER happens.

So he then, texts me all the reasons he doesn't want to see me.
THIS BOY IS STRAIGHT UP RUDE.
So I turned off my phone and jammed in the student section with the people I love.

I've let him turn my life into hell enough.
It was time I put up my hands and forgot all my problems. ♥

But then later that night I thought about it and was in a rage.

He wants to play?
THEN LET THE GAMES BEGIN BITCH.
Oh yeah.
I said it.
It's on.

Me and Casey almost got beat up too. Walking home these black chicks were yelling and on comes storming in our direction and for a second I thought, "Dammit.. I'm gonna have to fight a black chick."

I knew I wasn't gonna win..
But I was gonna go down fighting.

She passed us so it was fine.

We were scared for our lives.

We went to subway the next day too.
Got food. Om nom nom.
IF I didn't live by a walkmart with a subway,
I'd be dead.
Dead.
Like .. honestly.

DEAD I TELL YOU.

OH THE JOYS OF STUDY HALL.

Geeze, I complain about study hall a lot.
... Get over it.

THE IGNORANT GHETTO CHILDREN.
And thier ignorant ghetto music.
And thier ignorant speech patterns.

So our teacher gave up on trying to make 50 kids sit still and not talk..
But all my friends left me.
One took the student aid job I WAS GONNA DO.
Of course I'm NICE and let her take it.
I need to stop being so damn nice.
My two other friends go hang out in the band room.

Therefore study hall is me...
3 emo kids..
4 freshman..
and the rest ANNOYING GHETTO KIDS.

Oh my gosh, it was fun listening to them at first but now it's just like...

STFU

and
GTFO.

Uhg.


I haven't been walking right all week btw,
My friend Xavier killed my back.
Xavier is an.. interesting kid..
Let's just leave it at that.

We meet one day when he looked at me in the hall way, never talked a day in my life and yelled, "JESSI YOU'RE ADOPTED." And yelled it every day after that...

LOLWUT?

the kid causes me massive amounts of pain though,
Today he told me it was smack an ass day..
I RAN,
I was scared for the life of my ass.
While I was walking with him I made him walk in front of me.


Alright so here comes my rage for the day;
So when someone says, "yeah let's just move on and forget it happened."
They mean "yeah let's just move on and forget it happened."? RIGHT?
Wrong.
They really mean,
"Well since you screwed up I'm going to continue to be friends with you and pretend that we've moved on just so I can bring it up EVERY chance I get to make you feel bad because you indeed are a whore."

What have we learned class?
When someone says forget it, they mean I will make you remember it untill the day you die.


Listen to this song:
It made me giggle.
♥

By the way, I love you my amazing followers. <33

Good news, tomorrow is friday.
(FRIDAY FRIDAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY.)
Sorry. It's still brainwashed in my head.
STILL.

And there is a home football game, lots of ignorant people, drama, body painting.
Oh and casey will be over,
Something exciting always happenes when Casey's over,
Soooo be looking forward to my next post.

adieu mes amours <3

Study hall... What a JOKE.

NEVER TAKE A STUDY HALL.
Ever.

Well.. At least at my school.
I wrote out part of this post in it yesterday.
Wanna hear?

DAY ONE.
I seriously cannot do this study hall shit...
Really it's like fucking detention.
Can't sleep,
eat,
talk.
You have to sit at your own table with NO ONE else.
And they're those damn lunch room tables too. I'm going to gouge my own eyes out.

LEGIT.

I'm getting the FUCK out of here ASAP.

15 more
FUCKING

minutes left.


I hate life.

Like honestly.

When I get home, NAP TIME. Hella yes.
For now?
Kill me.
Thanx.
-Jess.
Yeah today wasn't much better. Meyers made me go check which lockers we were assigned had boths on them. 23 of thsoe damn lockers had bolts on them.

Once again I get stuck with the REJECT lockers.

Fml. So im sharing with a freshy.

LOL FRESHMAN.
THEY'RE SO SMALL.

I made 5 new freshman friends.
Mike,
Jared,
Tina,
James,
girl-who-plays-violin.

I'm awful at names.

I was angry too, my whole geometry class was made up of REALLY smart freshman.
And my techer is...
Well..
Talking in a monotone voice and OH MY GOSH ive heard he's perverted.
Show a little somthin' get a better grade.
What is this world coming too??

by the way, my orchestra sub was walking around holding a pair of sissors like she was gonna stab somebody. And she like.. evesdropped like crazy. She was RATHER creepy.

Well, since I don't eat lunch I'm STARVING.

PIZZA ROLLS HERE I COME.

Peace-a-late. <33

The color of abduction..

Never ever wear yellow when you're walking down the street alone.
It is a creeper magnet.


Seriously.
I SWEAR this creepy guy was stalking me.
I took a HUGE detour from my house to avoid him following me home.
And like I got honked at SO many times.
I DON'T HAVE A BLACK BUTT.
LAY OFF.
And this old guy... whistled from the other side of the street.
Gross.

I wanted to die.

Never have I ever been so creeped on.
ALL BECAUSE...
My yellow shirt.
Thats the conclusion I came up with.
It's just SO bright.

 

Speaking of things that make me wanna die...

MY SCHOOL HAS OFFICALLY SCREWED ME OVER.
Ohhhh public school systems.
As stupid as it gets.

I am not going to be sitting in a study hall all semester.

That's for reject kids!

(Well, At least in a ghetto school it is.)

(I wish I went to a normal school.)

I have plotted out how this is going to change the rest of my life.

They put my in a study hall insted of health.

So next year I'm going to have to take a semester of health and gym.

Which means my senior year I'll have to take another semester of gym.

Which means my senior year I won't get into my sience intern program.

Because for science intern I leave durning the day after my primary classes.

Which means I won't get a good scolarship off of the science program.
Which means I won't go to college.

Which means I'll never get a good job.
And I'll die LONELY.

(I don't know where the die lonely thing came from.)

All because they don't want to take the time and put a health class in my schedule.

PUBLIC SCHOOLS.

UHHHHG.

 

I'm only slightly in a rage..

What do you people really think a Christian is?
Honestly?

Okay,
Just because I'm a Christian,
DOES NOT mean I am in any weay shape or form perfect.
Nor would I ever say I am.
I don't think i'm better than anyone AT ALL.
I make mistakes just like normal humans.
I'm not a saint.

Like where do people get thier ideas about this stuff?
I'm just curious.

And how is someone, Who hates Christianity going to say to me,
"You call yourself a Christian but you don't act like one."
You don't even know what A Christian is.
SO HOP OFF.

I don't bring religion into things,
Untill someone else does.
Then it's on.

I'm not going to stand here and take this.

Honestly.

People. Uhg.

It's days like today..

I almost can't think of anything to post.
Thank goodness for the 'almost'.

“When someone walks out of your life they are giving you the sign there is someone better to be in your life.”
It's just a depressing day.

Hmm, I have an idea.
When a guy says they are 'different'.
Just turn around and RUN.As FAST as you can.

If a guy is REALLY different. He'll prove it in actions, not words.

Besides, they're not different. They never are. EVER. ever.

Men give me migranes.

Enough said.

I have camera issues. >:D

Reason #1 why you shouldn't let me near your camera.
It's just not smart people!

Yup. That was my day.

There was like... a good 60 more pictures.
Just to let you know.
I do this everytime I get her camera.
<3

Well gee guys...

SO MANY PAGE VEIWS,
But no comments.

Guys come on,
I don't bite.

<3

So, guess where I've been GROUNDED.

The past week has been like prison for me.

Even now I feel like I'm on parole.


I dyed my hair.

I am offically a ginger.

(I HAVE NO SOUL.)
BEFORE                             AFTER





LOL, the first thing my mom said was I better get it back to the color it was.

What an ignorant statement.
I look hot though so,
WHATEVER.
I do what I want.

My dad just walked into my room and laughed at me.
THAT MAN <3

I feel like I did 4 hours of community service.
Pulling siding off the house.
UHG.
It sucked.
I was so covered in dirt,
I looked like an African-American.

(SORRY. YOU LIVE IN AMERICA YOU NO LONGER HAVE THE RIGHT TO CALL YOURSELF "AFRICAN" How much you wanna bet 97% of the people that call themselves "African-American" have never even seen Africa. I go to a ghetto school, that means I'm allowed to say this. [LOL] )

But, Guess what?
I'M FREE.
Except my mom is still on me about it.
And I seriously feel like she's my parole officer.
It's awful.

I went to a super crazy bonfire.
OH GOODNESS.
Apparently I pissed off A LOT of people that night.
It's great.
Because I didn't even mean to.

I kissed this guy,
annnnnnd
He was, PREEEETTY good looking.
I mean come on, I was dared to.
But when I was leaving someone mentioned the kiss.
And he stood up and said,
"Wanna do it again?!"
Ummm, I kinda looked at him to make sure he was serious.
YEAH, HE WAS.
OH MAN.
But I pissed off a good amount of people by doing that.
Apparently because I knew three people there liked me.
I DIDN'T.
The one, I told like two months ago, I didn't like him. I THOUGH HE GOT OVER ME.
The other, to my face told me he wasn't mad.
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WAS MAD.
And the third?
Talks about all these girls and all these dates.
He does not have the right to be mad.

Oh well.
I think I fixed it for the most part.
And the guy I kissed.
OH MAN.
Cute.
Just saying.

Off to get my schedule.
For school.
I'M SO EXCITED!
not.
I'm only excited for biology,
I GET TO DISSECT THINGS.
Win.

Smh. Guys these days.

Dear men, do us all a favor and...

GROW A SET.

Like Seriously?

Damn.

Since when have GIRLS been the ones with the balls.

Like honestly,

One more guy comes to me and whines about something,

I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT...

I'm gonna shoot myself.

Examples?

Oh you know it.

I know guys who care more about thier hair than me.

My best friend's boyfriend made us late to a concert so he could go get his make-up.

Guys whine when I don't text back quickly or don't have time to hang out with them.

I just got done fighting with a guy because he always tries to act innocent and is mad at me because I actually admit my faults like a big girl.

Guys bitch about their problems on facebook more than girls do.

Guys get pissy when you don't listen to them or say you don't care when they try to tell you some whole long story.

They pms. 

They have more confidence issues than girls.

They get all dressed up to go EVERYWHERE. Dude, Sweatpants. Hella yes.

Oh and it's pretty disappointing when I start talking about baseball and A guy is totally lost. 

And I'm sure I skipped A LOT.

Me and my best friend Katt, are in a rage.

I wanna meet a man, with more balls than me.

PLEASE.

I'm sorry but when I can be straight up and say yeah I messed up. And A guy tries to play it off like he's perfect. Sorry little bitches play the blame game. Men own up to their mistakes. Therefore  yes, I'm more of a man.

So please men.

Shut up.

Suck it up.

And grow a set.

With love,

Jess.

Haven't posted in a while...

Sorry, I meant to post today.. and yesterday.. and the day before that...
I got side-tracked OKAY?!

Well, Today I kicked my shoe off...
Into a forest...
With a very steep hill...
Very steep...
Which was covered in trees and vines and plants...
With thorns...

I swear I STILL have a thorn in my ass.

I'm not exactly the smartest person ever.

And and I almost got ran over by 6 guys on BMX bikes.
IT WAS ONLY OKAY WHEN THE CUTE ONE DID IT!

OH and I met college guys at cedar point the other day.
Oh my they were.. two out of the four.. REALLY cute!
And I got ALL there numbers.
I'm a total pimp, I know.

Altough.. Cam, (Aka the cutest.)
MAde me ride the Millenium force with him.
Don't know what that is?
LOOK IT UP.
The hill is tall..
VERY tall..
And he made me put my hands up.
Jerk.I'm still sore from that day.

And I swear, I was going to kill my friends mom.
THAT WOMAN.
I kept telling casey, I love you. You know I love you so much. But I HATE your mom. A LOT.
She stressed me out.
She literally casued me to have a stress attack.
I was shaking.
I never have those. The only person who could ever cause them in 5 minutes was my science teacher.
OH MR.LEONARD.

OH by the way, it was Casey's little 12 year old brother that talked to these guys for us.
WE HAVE A 12 YEAR OLD WINGMAN.
SAY WHAT?!
Lol, My day was made.
He kept calling us his "Wing-sisters."
I love Jacob.
With a passion.

Well if your a religious person, or religous but you have your doubts, go look at my new blog.
notyourtypicalgodblog.blogspot.com

It's 1:25 Am.
TIME FOR BED.

Hey guys, on my way home from cedar point. Crazy day. I have some GREAT stories for y'all ;D
For now?
sleeeeeeep.
<3

Yeah uh we just got here. Slowest. People. Ever.

Riding all the way to cedar point, in a car... With casey... This should gety exciting.

Ladies,
There is in fact a difference between teasing your hair and straight up bed head.

Sent from my mobile. Enjoy.
_____________________________________________________________

I love my dad.
Im just chillin in out backroom, minding my own business, when he walks in quoteing some show about a super old guy telling a cop to "kiss his saggy ass." so my dad starts talking about how when he's that old i have to take care of him. I start laughing and saying "whhhhy me!?" he gets this dead serious look on his face, points at me and says:
"no, because i dont want your brother or your sister doing it. YOU." my sister is 30 and... Lets just go with crazy. Like.. Mental hospital crazy. So when i say "come on , why not joni?!" he marches up to me and says:

"if that happens, i will haunt you... your kids... and your kids kids." and walks out of the room.


then walks back in and says "i will haunt your sorry ass!"

this is why i try to spend as little time at home as possible.

smh.

Oops, I guess I just offended a lot of people...

A whole community of Gays, Bisexuals, Transgenders, Pansexuals, And Transvestites.

What's my prize?

(What is a pansexual...?)Now, before we begin let me tell you something.
I am in no way shape or form against gay..whatever.
It's not gay people as a whole I have anything against,
It's this certain group of people.

People kept inviting me and a bunch of other people to these events on facebook.
And this girl said, Sorry but I dont support this.
And people got pissy with her about it,
So, she posted something about the Bible, and how God created man and woman to reproduce together, and here come all these gay people insulting, her telling her she's wrong, and she's rude and offensive for saying it.

My issue here is,
You want people to believe in your veiws and accept how you feel,
But you're gonna bash her for saying how she feels?!
OH I see how it is,
It's alright for YOU to shove YOUR veiws down her throat but when she dissagrees it's wrong?
DOUBLE STANDARD MUCH.

So of course, being me I HAD to say something.

Jessi Ann Sharp posted to Supporting Gays, Bisexuals, Transgenders, Pansexuals, Transvestites, etc...
I felt the need to share because, I was invited to this. I don't support it honestly. I have friends that are Bi and Lesbian and gay, and I love them to death. I'll always be there for them. I do think it's stupid gay people can't get married but it doesn't bug me at all. I also agree with Amanda's post down there. I'm not trying to offend anyone I just don't think she should have got bashed so hard for saying that. You guys are trying to get people to accept how you feel and your veiws but you won't even respect hers? That doesn't make sense to me.

DO YOU SEE HOW RESPECTFULL THAT WAS?!Yet I have gotten SO many awful messages.
These people are straight up RUDE.


I'll probally post some of my conversations later.
<3


Please feel free to tell ym my veiws are wrong on here too.
OH how I love it when people do that.
<3


I swear.

I wonder how offensive I sound...

If one more shirtless, sweaty, black guy tries to add me on facebook...
Yes, 12 in the past two weeks have tried to add me.

I am in no way racist...
But what is going on here?If you're not shirtless feel free to...
add me on facebook!

But speaking of being black,
All I've been doing today is sketching.
And the whole side of my hand and arm is BLACK.
It's crazy.

Have you ever heard of a game called B.B.Butcher?
...
NEVER EVER PLAY IT.
The rules are as follows:
Punch the living SHIT out of someone when they say a word that starts with the letter 'B' repeatedly untill they say "B.b.butcher."

...WHO CAME UP WITH THIS GAME.
The first time I ever played it, I played it with my softball team.
And those girls.. are pretty strong.

We were at Buffalo wild wings,
(<3)
And of course, being stupid, I sat next to Nikki.
Nikki isn't exactly small...and can hit... hard.
She smoked me in the ribs so hard I thought I was gonna cry.
I was honestly scared for my life.

And for like... Three weeks at school, me and my friends played it non-stop.
Most horrible game ever invented.
I've never been so sore in my life.
I don't reccomend it.

Well, My dad is forcing a "Family movie night" Apon me.
Since when do we do things as a family?
So I have to cut this short.

I'm going to start posting from my phone too.
Like my little post about that stupid propel water?
...Wow I'm stupid.

And thanks Katt for posting my blog on your tumblr, You're the best!

I just shot propel zero water up my nose.
...I'm a winner at life.

Creepy Steven Tyler singing stalkers, and Zoboomafo.

It's 12:27 AM.
Sleeping is for fags.

I got to harass my friend at work today.
And got her in trouble with her boss.
MWAHAHA.
No worries, im working on getting her a new job.

MOVING ON.
Story time!
I'd like to tell you about the time me and my friend Casey were stalked.
Well, We walked up to a gas station by my house.
To get peace teas.
(PEACE TEA <3)
So we walk in. Get our cans-o-tea.
But as I'm walking to the cash register,
his guy.. with a bike.. in the store... looks at me and says:
"You're not heavy. The only thing about you that's heavy is maybe your shoe."
I kinda smiled and nodded because I has said NOTHING about being heavy.
So he keeps talking and I just nod and slowly walk away. We pay for our drinks and we leave. As we're walking back to my house I hear,
"HEY! WAIT! STOP!"
I'm thinking to myself, Shit shit shit... Casey do NOT turn around... Please please pleaseee.Sure enough, She turns around.
So we end up, talking to the creepy guy with the bike.
This man is clearly mentally unstable.
He talked about how we should watch out for high fructose corn syrup, how bacon is bad for us and we should eat turkey, how we have no celluites, then some more about the dangers of high fructose corn syrup and blah blah blah.
So FINALLY we get free. And were walking away.
THE MAN PULLS UP NEXT TO US ON HIS BIKE...
And says:
"Which one of you is the singer?"
Of course being me I instantly go, "CASEY! SHE IS! SHE'S THE SINGER!" and let her talk to him.
So he's saying," I knew it because I'm psychic!"
(In my head im saying, more like pyscotic... )
So this crazy man, who by the way looks about 45,
Is now trying to get Casey to sing.
She's freaking out saying she doesn't know what to say.
So he starts naming off all these people and she's shaking her head.
(I'm watching people pull into Krogers, staring them down like HELP ME.)
And finally he gets to Steven Tyler.
Apprently Casey didn't know who Steven Tyler was..
So this guy decided to SING some Steven Tyler for us...
Gotta admit.. the guy wasn't too bad.
But I'm pretty smart so all of a sudden I go, "We have to go Casey! I told my dad we'd be home in 3 minutes!"
And finally ... We escaped.

Crazy day.

OH and by the way. I wacthed ZOBOOMAFO today.

HECK YES.
That, is a legit show.

I was at my friend Tori's house and we yelled to her little brother who is 13,
"ZABOOMAFO IS ON!"
He leaves his video game...
BLACK OPS...
And comes running into the livingroom to watch it with us.
What a man!

So all day, I've been singing "Go make animal friend today!"

Sometimes I worry about myself...

What ever happened to baseball..?

The most important topic in all of America...Baseball.And what a JOKE it's becoming.I'm from Toledo, Ohio, home of the minor leauge baseball team.. The mudhens.
It's cool to go to thier games for me because I'm a huge Tigers fan and basically the Tigers and the mudhens go hand in hand. Like the mudhens are thier feeder team. So today, ever if he doesnt play for the Tigers anymore... Which is stupid... I got to see Brandon Inge play. (Well.. He was designated hitter.)

Enough about specifics blah blah blah. I know some of you probally aren't into baseball.

So, About the game I went to today..

My boyfriend Jeff Salazar hit me a home run which tied the game up and then hit the winning run in during extra innings for me!
(He's like what.. 15 years older than me? I need a life..)

But between every inning some idiots had to run out onto the the field and do something completely and totally unnessisary.
Examples:
People is masscot uniforms racing.
Sponcered t-shirts and or baseballs being shot into the crowd.
Shooting sasuages into the crowd. (Alright, when some guy got smoked in the head with one.. I had to laugh.)
People sitting on fake horses racing.
Two legged races.

... I CAME FOR BASEBALL... WTH...

Not to mention ALL they did was play music constantly.. like those little things where people clap along? C'mon its fun every now and then but 16 times and inning?

OH AND they threw out... 12 first pitches? Seriously.. A pitch can only be FIRST so many times..

Sometimes... I wonder how America can take such a wonderful game and turn it into.. this.

Hello, Akward first post...

First posts are always so akward!Like, Honestly.
So How about we have...

Story Time.

Well. This is my sixth attempt at a blog. All before it have FAILED. Miserably.
And I think I finally found out some reasons to why that is.

Reason #1: I need to learn how to type in my email CORRECTLY.

There is a blog out there, EXACTLY like this one.

All because I mistyped my email.

And now I can't access it.

I was in a RAGE.

Now, Reason number two wasn't so simple to figure out.

I thought, Maybe it's because I didn't have enough time.

WRONG. I have NO soical life.

I have nothing but time.

Maybe it's because I ran out of things to talk about?
HAHAHA.
Yeah, Try living a day in my life.
It's never boring, I'll tell you that.

Well, maybe it's be because I tried to post everyday?
No.
I tried posting twice a week.. once a week.. Didn't work.
I'd miss a day and feel awful so I'd never post again.
Dramatic?
Yes.

Reason #2: Was in fact...
I tried to keep my blog on a schedule.
WHY did I think that was a good idea?
NOTHING about my life is on a schedule.
Nothing.
Not to mention I have the worst memory of any human being walking this planet.

SO, I promise NOT to post on a schedule.

And I'll try to post as much as possible.

See, Now that wasn't too akward.