Seven Good Things

Because I really really need it.

1. New Shoes by Paolo Nutini or whatever
2. Going home
3. Thanksgiving Break
4. Mass
5. Old friends
6. MOB
7. xkcd
   

I'm stupid.

And really, that's all there is to it.

I was not meant to be a doctor.

Sincerely,
Jessica

Nine Good Things

1. No more rehearsals.
2. Clean clothes.
3. Working A/C.
4. Typewriters.
5. Good listeners.
6. E-mails.
7. LARPs.
8. Learning about being a godparent.
9. Updating quotes.
   

Thirteen Good Things

1. Musicals
2. Soundtracks to Musicals.
3. No, what musical? does not matter.
4. A certain saxophone player.
5. E-mail
6. Charlie Brown
7. Bipolar weather
8. Late nights
9. Late mornings
10. Friends, everywhere.
11. Updating a blog and a calendar.
12. Quoting, randomly, in song and word.
13. Gesturing, flute-like.
    

Oh, Why Must I Be So Uninformed?

Just a thought I had.

So many things I just don't know. Really.

One might think that I knew enough about what I should know enough about, but, really, I don't.

And sometimes that's kinda sad.

In other news, I've entered into the final stages of unpacking/ putting stuff up (or away)/ decorating the room. Finally, I know. It's ridiculous.

Mmmmm. In case you didn't know, I was recently victimized, and have lost everything. E-mail me with your number or something, because I definitely lost Aida and my phone (along with the rest of my life, or, at least, whatever was in my purse).

Rice football makes me sad. :(

Bipolar Texas weather makes me happy. Yesterday was glorious; today is cold and rainy and -glorious (which has the same magnitude of glorious, just in the opposite direction). But it's not just cold... it's REALLY cold. And, of course, I had planned to pick up a few jackets from home, but as I was not able to go back home, I don't have ANY jackets. The powers that be (or GOD) are lucky that I'm fine with miserable weather, complete with wind, rain, and coldness. And, I guess, it's a good thing that I'm cool with it also.

The past few weeks have been both my happiest and my saddest. Both without reason. As usual. Well, I do have reasons for some of it. But it's mostly unknown. :D

Alas, I must return to my Memory readings lest I should fail my quiz tomorrow.

Sincerely.

So.

Here I am. Again.

I think I'm here because I'm a failure at life. And God needs someone to laugh at.

I have a list of things to do about five times as long as I would like it to be, and I cannot bring myself to do them.

One item has been on there for a considerable amount of time.

Whatev.

How's everyone doing?
Later.

In My World

Yay.

So. Once I finish my LING homework, I'll be done with school work until Sunday night or so.

But finishing LING- there's the catch.

Tonight the MOB is hosting a movie night. Animal House and The Blues Brothers. I've never seen either of them, so maybe now I'll get some jokes I'd never gotten before. Never. Gotten.

Um, so I definitely got this aMAZing deal from Microsoft. Search for "The Ultimate Steal" and you'll know what I'm talking about. MS Ultimate Office 2007 makes me happy. Like, really happy. I'm still learning about the new features and such, but I'm not at all opposed to MS. At all. Ever.

Mmm, well, that's all for now.

I'll definitely have to talk to certain people about my life, and soon.

(5:04:30 PM) Jessica: I hate thinking about things to myself.
(5:04:33 PM) Jessica: Constantly.
(5:04:41 PM) Robert: yeah
(5:04:44 PM) Jessica: It drives me up the walls.
(5:04:45 PM) Robert: but you do it anyway, right?
(5:04:54 PM) Jessica: I'm obsessive, of course I do.

Yeah. I do. And I am.

ALL THE TIME.

In fact, right now, I'm obsessing over no fewer than five things. Consciously.

I dread the amount that are waiting just below. Or in the depths.

*shivers* But that's okay. I've got some things under control.

... Wait. Strike that. I don't.

Anyway. Run down of my life:

YAY!:

• Will Rice Bowling
• Half time shows
• Exciting beginnings (just for you Mich!)
• Flower Lights!
• Flute Legion of Doom
• Terry's Seafood
• UT fans
• Houston
• Fitzy!!
  
• Playing dress-up
• Random questions

UGH!:

• Rice football
• cleaning the room
• Broken pipes
• Weird flute notes
• tan, cos, sin
• school work

So, I think that my YAY! outweighs my UGH!. Which is good, I think, for my overall health and mental stability.

Although I think that I might have smallish bipolarish tendencies. I mean, nothing's written in stone, but there's always the possibility.

:)

Six Good Things

1. Walking shoes
2. Honey Bunches of Oats
3. iTunes playlists
4. homemade potato salad
5. chapstick
6. crossword puzzles

Tired.

I am. And I deserve to be, I think, after the crap they put me through today.

First, they schedule me to work on a Sunday, when they know I'd rather not because Sundays are family days. And today is my last Sunday at home with my family for two weeks. How ridiculous.

But, you know, that's okay. I've worked Sundays before, my family's not doing anything really cool, and we're good with it. I clock in, and the manager comes and posts the lineup. The lady working in Women's had called in sick. I don't fault her at all. She's aMAZing, and I think any one who can stand to work in Women's is god-like. But she wasn't going to be there, so the girl in shoes and I would cover the area for her.

...

Only the girl in shoes called in and said she wouldn't be there for another two hours. (sigh)

The whole deal was exhausting, and it was busy. What a load of B.S.

Fo' serious. Who shops extensively on a Sunday?

Anyway.

I'm going to eat some cereal and take a nap before the fam gets home. Then a shower, and some light packing before my real nightnight time.

:)

Ten Good Things

1. Snowball
2. Earrings and Skirts
3. Cupcakes
4. Beef fajitas (which totally goes with Vegetas, wink wink)
5. Ramen
6. Prince
7. Winston
8. Clean clothes
9. Stripey fish (I totally know the fish I'm getting!!)
10. Nice people
    
11. :)
    

Powered by ScribeFire.

Nice People

So.

For the first time in a while, I witnessed one customer do a good deed for another.

Well, to be correct, the deed was only good for the customer... Not so much of a good thing for me. Disaster ensued. Still, the woman was thoughtful.

My brother had his learning permit laminated. I'm thinking that wasn't such a bright idea.

I've got a week left in work. Then, maybe, I transfer to Houston. I mean, I transfer myself to Houston on the 18th (woohoo!), but, maybe, I will get transfered. ("will" = future, "-ed" = past tense... what do I do?? what do I do??) Whatev. I understand.

Went to the doctor today. He said I was good to go. But he didn't say to where, so I don't know who or what he thinks I am. I came up with a non-comprehensive list, though:

• Taco Bell's grilled *
• luggage
• a form of mass transportation
• a finished test product
  
• psychic (I mean, he shouldn't know that I am)
• someone who really has to go to the restroom
• food product of a good fast food restaurant
• an exotic dancer

Okay.

Night night time.

Powered by ScribeFire.

Seven Good Things

1. Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix score <3
   
2. Disturbia
3. Shopping
4. Polka dots
5. new pants
6. my bed
7. Rice University
   

Powered by ScribeFire.

Gift Shopping

I totally hate shopping. Don't act surprised. I hate shopping. No, I don't hate it because I can (as I have previously). I have a real reason. I know what it means to "go shopping", now. I've undergone a transformation. I hate it because I love it.

Mostly.

I mention it because we (= fam - dad) went shopping for my cousin today. She's having her second birthday party on Saturday. I haven't seen her since my graduation in 2006. But anyway. We went shopping for her and I managed to buy a polka dotted headband and matching watch for myself. I must admit, they are fantastically cute.

We ate at Terry's today. Simply aMAZing. Terry's Seafood and Chicken is in East Austin (where no one should travel unaccompanied-- my mom says so) and was well worth the trip. :)

My sister and I were unable to see Bratz today, as they are not showing it at the Starplex. She said to me, "Well, my second choice is The Simpsons." I'd love to watch it with her. ... If I knew that she wouldn't act stupid afterwards, or if the stupidity would stay isolated. But no. I'm almost positive the silliness would run rampant through the entire family (= Sam, Mark, Mingo, Dad), causing me to have a mental breakdown. At the end of my summer vay-kay. I get enough of the idiocy from them watching the previews of the movie.

Don't mistake my intentions here. I don't mind the show (or, by extension, the movie). I mind my siblings acting stupidly, especially as they are not stupid. Gah.

MMMMMMMMk.

It has taken me about an hour to write this silly blurb. (I know this because I've listened to the HP5 score. It's beautiful. Fabulous end.) The tooth fairy comes for my sister's tooth tonight, and I still must complete my good things post.

Peace.

Powered by ScribeFire.

Five Good Things

I will resume my "good things" posts.

I've got to ward off depression somehow.

:)

1. High School Musical 2
2. Shia LaBeouf
3. Steak
4. Stalking people on The Book
5. Samantha
   

Powered by ScribeFire.

For Janelle :)

So.

I'm playing catch-up.

This summer I've:

• worked
• gone to Corpus
• worked
• stalked people via Facebook
• worked
• slept
• Kris. Kimura. (loving sigh, dream filled eyes)
• worked
• forgotten to take my medicine
• worked
• read/watched Harry Potter
• worked
• checked out some houses
• hated my doctor
• become obsessed with Disney Channel
• worked
• watched any number of movies
• bought school clothes
• worked

I just watched Disturbia. Terribly fantastic movie.

Facebook (unfortunately) has once again started showing AIM availability. (Unfortunate because I am Facebook.)

I'm going to go watch Bratz tomorrow. My sister is going to pay for my ticket (JAY-KAY! I'll pay for the ticket; I'm not going to be cheap about it).

.....

In other news, I will be heading back to Houston on the morning of the eighteenth of August (TEN MORE DAYS!!! AH!).

Much love,
Peace out,


J.Cruz, out.

Powered by ScribeFire.

Learning a New Thing

Sometimes I wonder about people.

Okay.

Most times I wonder about people.

Like, fo' serious.

Working retail makes it easier for me to study people, to watch them, and learn about them.

Some lady changed her infant's diaper in Marshalls. On the tables showcasing the carpets. Without a worry about who was watching. Or who would be browsing through carpets later.

Typical.

A man asked my opinion about an outfit he had picked out for his thirteen year old daughter, whom he had not seen in just over eight years. He nearly cried when he told me this would be the first time he'd held her or talked to her in nearly nine years. That must be difficult.

Touching.

Hordes of children (and their parents) honestly believe a toy department is an operating daycare. The treacherous little monsters throw more than the toys when their parents say no.

Jerks.

Employees will talk about anyone and anything. No one is exempt, and no one, apparently, has ever done anything good. Maybe they discuss only my good qualities.

Ha.

Whatev. At least I've learned something. People are people.

Later.

Powered by ScribeFire.

Tantra

is amazing.

Try it sometime.

I love The Perks of a Wallflower.

It's amazing.

I'm trying out new ideas.

I'll post later.

Two Cigarette Train

There's a beetle crawling towards me as I type. Kinda freaked out, not gonna lie.

It's really hot outside.

Like, Texas hot. Texas-in-summer hot. Front-door-open, Texas-in-summer hot.

The fish are kissing, and the cat is climbing the screen door. He's almost able to open it, now. He knows to push the button, but he isn't strong enough to fully depress it. He thinks I'm gonna let him in. What am I? A pushover? Hardly. I'll let him in anyway. . . in a few hours. Or minutes. Not days, that's mean. Not seconds, that's kind.

Luckily, I don't work on Father's Day. I'm fairly certain my fam wouldn't be too happy 'bout that.

I'm just waiting for the CWS. Can't wait.

(Did I succeed?)

To Meet A New Friend

First, let me say that I've never really met anyone under awkward circumstances... (by this I mean to exclude meeting someone who is working the street with me) However, last night, the opportunity arose. It was actually quite exciting. Meeting the friend of a friend for the first time while the friend of the friend is in jail... not the best first impression, perhaps. Good thing it was almost my curfew or that first meeting would have been, uh, rough. It's also a good thing that I usually don't remember meeting people for the first time.

Wait.

Yeah.

I don't remember meeting Michael. Or Janelle. Or Ashley. Or Marcos. Or Sam. Or Torrey. I don't remember meeting anyone at Rice, although I do remember the first time I saw Robert and Brian in person. I think the only reason I can "remember" meeting Brittany is because I didn't remember, like, sophomore year and she "refreshed" my memory (You know, of course, we met freshman year. And me "remembering" is the word 'Big Bird').

Anyway.

That was an interesting night.

Goodnight.

Smile!

That was a younger me. Don't I look the same? ;)

Oh geez.

Can Anybody Find Me...

Someone worth knowing.
Somebody to love.
Someone I don't have to lie to.
Someone who knows me.
Somebody I'm comfortable with.
Same color, different hue.
?

This was under my "I'd Like To Meet" section in MySpace. Mmm. It's still true. I mean. I wasn't trying to pull a Queen and ask to find someone to marry. Believe me, I find enough people by myself. Allow me to explain each line:

1. "Someone worth knowing." I am beginning to believe that it is difficult to find people who are timeless (read: people who are worth an eternity or more). Friendship is an investment in time... And sometimes it seems that the currency has become severely inflated. Think about all of the networking sites available via the Internet. MySpace, Facebook, Blogger, LiveJournal, Xanga, blah blah blah... For any that I've ever involved myself in, I've received numerous random friend requests. People I've never meet and people I barely know feel completely comfortable adding me as one of their friends. I'm sorry, but I have to feel really good about a possible relationship before allowing interaction. I am kinda, um, anal about who is accepted into my counsel of friends. A greater majority have proved themselves through various tests. No, I don't mean that I actually planned how each of my friends would be tested. Well, for some, I did, kinda. Sometimes I get kinda paranoid. (If you really do know me, you know that's true.) Anyway, back to the point, random people does not equal people who interest me or who will prove to be worth the time of day.
2. "Somebody to love." Pretty easy. Can't be friends if you don't feel something positive. Because I believe friendship is an investment in time and because time is precious, friendship is precious. So, the limited number of friends allowed from rule number one coupled with the value of friendship determined by this rule means that when I consider someone to be a friend, I love them. Sincerely and without restriction. (I complain sometimes. Duh, I'm only human.)
3. "Someone I don't have to lie to." Aha. Now we get somewhere good. Raise your hand if you are a liar. (Pick me! Pick me!) Okay. I have this need to lie to people. Sometimes I do it because I can. Sometimes it just kinda flows out, unexpectedly. I've come to the realization, however, that when I am who I am when I talk to you, I'm less of a nontruth speaker and more of a truth giver. I even exaggerate less. Isn't that fun?
4. "Someone who knows me." I don't really know how weird or difficult it is to get to know me. I've either known myself for so long, I can't remember meeting myself or I don't know the first thing about myself and it's like I'll never know who I am. What a dichotomy. Anyway, my lying can be difficult, I know. But I have to know that someone knows me... I've even thought of five different categories people can be thrown into: People I Don't Know, People I Know, People I Talk To, LifeMates, and Family. Of the five, I would say that the last two know me (mostly), and the middle one might get to know me. Whatev.
5. "Somebody I'm comfortable with." Duh.
6. "Same color, different hue." Oh man. I don't even know how to begin to explain this one... I guess if you looked to my LifeMates, you might see that they are generally the same person, just each was mixed a little differently. Same dish, different chefs? Each has his or her own special flavor, unique taste that just makes me happy. (Not that I've tasted them. All of them, I mean.) Same tune, different tempo? Exactly the same on the page, but each is obviously not the same as the next. Same book, different language? Each is to be understood in their own language (read: Michaelisms, Flute language), but it's not like I haven't already seen it somewhere else ("Learn a new language, get a new soul" stuff). Even then... some of my friends are more green than blue, more blue than purple.... Some are more spicy than sweet, more sweet than savory... More andante than moderate, more moderate than lively... Closer to English than French, closer to French than Japanese... But I match my LifeMates well. We've chosen each other well, I suppose. :)

Now that I've successfully written my first longish post, I can go to sleep.

YAY!

Life On The Other Side

I'm leaving MySpace. For good. Forever and always. There's almost nothing important on MySpace. Just a bunch of crappy pages filled with junk that almost doesn't matter, junk that's virtually useless (no pun intended?). I'll move whatever I feel is necessary to this blog. Maybe I'll make it so that I actually know who in the world reads my blog. Only slightly creepy to know that more than 100 people go to my MySpace blog in a day. Heavy on the slightly. I've done creepier... I think. Probably. Most likely.

Okay. So.

I'm in love with "Everything" by Michael Bublé:




(sigh) I think that he's kinda aMAZing. And I think I would love to marry him.
I guess he's my Vocal Jazz Lover. My everything. :)

Peace.