Survival Tips: Freshman Year

Do Work.
Don't Die.
(Have Fun).

CTY MY ONE TRUE LOVE, CTY I LOVE YOU

MY GOSH.

Have any of you felt so unbelievably sad to be away from something but so happy that you experienced it?

This summer wasn't about the classes at all, it was about the people you like to prank call, talk to after lights out over the phone, order korean noodles from, jeffy dance with, scream with laughter with, and love forever and ever and ever.

LANCASTER 2011 SESSION 2 LOGIC A SQUIRRELS

Since I Last Wrote

Went to Dallas with a bunch of amazing nerds who I kind of sorta really completely enjoy hanging out with.

Got buff rowing crew. Because, please, how can you not catch a crab when you're feathering your blades?

I'm scared of geese.

Played Disney princess songs on a piano. The only Disney princesses who are acceptable are Mulan or Nala. Because One. Ariel sold her voice for legs. Belle fell in love with a beast who tried to eat her dad. Snow White ate an apple from a weird old lady and slept in a house with 7 other strange, disturbed, identity stricken men.

Read a lot of good books. Like this one.

TEXAS, BABY

NEW YORK REPRESENT

Miss You Ms. Piaf. Gotta Love the Classics. By The Way, I'm Dying From Too Much Work And No Sleep.

Classic.

Planning To Read This. Because Honestly, Who Doesn't Love Oscar Wilde?

Dear Herschel.

"Did you have an important document for me?" vom Rath asked. Drawing his pistol, Herschel called, "You are a filthy Boche, and here, in the name of 12,000 persecuted Jews, is your document."

Have I Told You How Good This Book Is?

If you have any sense you should click this link to Barnes and Noble where you can get it for $1.99.

Music or Lyrics?

I'm a big music person. I like sounds....the amazing harmonies and countermelodies of voices, pianos, anything (except piccolos, unless you're really good).
But lyrics are important too. But most of the time for me, they come after the music. By a tiny margin. Tinytiny. Like if someone has a good voice and crazy instrumentals, but I don't understand one word of what they're saying, I don't give a crap.

I was talking chatting whatever with this weird ginger named OLIVIA and I showed her some awesome non-English people and I realized that language doesn't matter, good music is universal.

You know what's fun? Playing instruments. NYSSMA people, good luck! Sad/happy I won't be joining you guys this year. Remember, BEFRIEND THE JUDGE and GET YOUR SCALES RIGHT, THAT MAKES THEM HAPPY. Also, JUST TRY TO GET THE SIGHTREADING RIGHT. IF YOU THINK YOU DID BAD, SOMEONE ELSE PROBABLY DID WORSE.

Playing instruments is fun, isn't it. Been laboring painfully yet happily over Grieg. That man is a Norwegian beast. Come to a concert May 22 at the Unitarian? I'll be there (so will Andrew, but honestly.)

If you think I need to type more (which I'm horribly bad at), you know what? Hand flip with little twist.

All Albums, Again

Epiphany!

So today I had an epiphany. I was coughing because I caught someone's disease, then I realized - wow, Jessie, you have a blgo! Blog.
Wow, Jessie, you suck at typing.

Anyways.

My varsity letter came in the mail today! It basically told me to get my out of shape arse to a pool before August 15 so I don't drown on the first day of swimming. (again). And I was thinking, I might do it if ELLIE AVA AND CLARA promise they do it because honestly, why sit on a horse while it jumps over fences (Ava), or slap plastic cyliders with a stick while being on ice (Clara) or be doing some kind of musical acting dancy thing (Ellie) when you can swallow gallons of water while paddling for your life?

No, actually, I love swimming.

Speaking of death, I was reading this book called Delirium. Someone quite possibly dies. You should read it. It's not that fantastic, just warning you.

Now that I'm typing this I realize that I should draw more pictures. And post them. Because everyone likes pictures. So there's one at the top.

It's a modest mother cow who has decided to put on a nice hat and build a fire in the darkness.

Kids

Little kids are just too adorable. Just TOO adorable to handle.

They're always so happy. They have unlimited amounts of energy.

The little boys HATE girls, except for this one guy who had about 5 girls on his arm.

He was the only guy who said hi to me after I said hi to him. It's true.

I said hi to a lot of kids. They all ran away, which made me sad. Hah.

Webb Tate Jude Narnie Fitz

Gorgeous.

Sorry about another picture/book.

I spend too much time talking, no words left for this.

Hey.

Been so busy lately.

So many things I need to do, So many people I want to say sorry to. Sorry, did that rhyme? Angsty, confused.

Yet happy.

I don't know how. Confused, mostly with myself.

This One Was Gorgeous.

New Segment

I'm going to call this segment "Letters to Ally" because I'm such a procrastinator and don't feel like opening up an email or writing an actual letter.

So.

Dear Ally.

Hi. I compiled a list of my future husbands, one of which is also yours, but it's ok, because were friends and we're cool with each other.

1. Mr. Bingley

So what if he's a bit of a giggly dweeb, I'm okay with it. (Ginger Alert.)

2. Ronald Freaking Weasley

Actually, I would rather adopt him. (Ginger)

3. Andrew Garfield

THE HAAIRR.

4. Spiderman

He's just too cool. Look at him.

5. Woody

You know, this was just meant to be.

Love,

Jessie.

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Happy 100th post.

Sorry for all the pictures lately. Not feeling that wordy. Happy Lunar New Year! I've had way too much cake than I should. (The actual delicious creamy light awesomeness, and the alternative band.)

Vivadate. Is It One Word? Yes. Yes It Is.

Yes. Love. Mark Zuckerberg is a genius, but has some serious issues.

Hi Guys. I'm Really Really Excited Right Now. SQUEE

Squee is a sound of sheer excitement. Maybe you should use it sometime. Like, today. At 2:30.

YYYEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

So happy right now.

Knowing happiness, it probably won't last very long.

VIVA.

I Listen To Indie Bands. Shut Up.

It Is What It Is.

Nasty things happen all the time, don't they.

They're gross.

They're things like rehearsals, big-ass tests, and something weird, warm and wet under your seat. They're people with voices way to shrill, temperatures way to cold to sustain life, and marbles that WILL NOT GO DOWN THE MAZE, gosh.

I don't want to miss graduation.

I know I'm being a stupid whiny sucker and that I'm not even graduating from high school, just eighth grade. I know that I probably won't care about it when I'm twenty-five. I realize that TSA Nationals could be fun, and I get to ride on a plane. WHEE.

But I also realize that graduation is basically saying YES YOU SURVIVED and YOU'RE AWESOME and HAHA YOU'RE GONNA BE A FRESHMAN NOW and I actually want to be there and celebrate the fact that yes, I did survive and I am so awesome and shit I'm going to be a freshman now. And then I'm going to go home and scream for joy then cry out of sadness then I'll fall asleep and it will be summer and it will be amazing. And everyone will party and eat happiness like it was the most delicious burrito ever.

But I love the band saw with a fiery passion.

So this is a conundrum. And it is annoying.

But luckily Mad-Eye is here and he is screaming "CONSTANT VIGILANCE" and maybe Franny had a little too much sugar today. And maybe I love my friends and maybe Olivia just can't be my friend anymore.

So I guess it is what it is.

Things I Like Alot.

Hummus.

Vivadates. (Speaking of which, who wants to go on a Vivadate with mee? Please.)

Viva burritos.

Eating things that you will probably regret later.

Gift cards.

TOAST.

Lovely people from other countries.

A good story.

Funky hairdoos. Hairdos? Hairduus?

Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist:

His car's name is Jessie. That is all you really need to know.

Skinny Book.

Reading it.

Did someone say Bastion of Titillating Erudition?

Yeah, so I'll love you forever.