This is is actually the best view of my pile of clothes in the background!
2. A picture of you with someone you actually don’t like.
There's only two people in here that I dislike... otherwise I absolutely love everyone else ♥♥ I don't normally take pictures with people I don't like.
3. A picture of you very drunk.
Not really.
4. A picture of you on your birthday or favorite holiday.
5. The youngest picture of yourself you can find. This isn't the youngest I could find. But this is my favorite♥.
6. A picture of yourself in your favorite outfit
Don't have a real favorite outfit but I wear this quite often and loveee it. Terrible picture, though.
7. A picture of you making faces at the camera.
8. A picture of you with a parent. How 'bout the whole family, instead?
9. A picture of a night that you regret.
I should have had a much better attitude.
10. A picture of you truly being yourself. gangsta.
11. The most recent picture of you.
12. A picture of you being absolutely ridiculous.
13. A picture of you on top of the world.
not quite, though.
14. A picture of a time of your life that you wish wasn’t over.
Drill Team/JROTC
(with lovely people)
&THOMAS' CLASS
15. A picture of a time of your life that’s over and you’re happy it is.
16. A picture of your favorite thing. playing with Charlie = one of my favorite things!
17. A picture of a time when you were anything but happy
A couple days before Sergeant left
18. A picture of a time when you were a different person.
LMFAOOOO2005
19. A picture of someone/people you love.
with JELLYBEAN at homecoming 2008 I look like I'm topless..
&with BUBBLEBUTT at the mall
20. A picture of how you want the world to see you.
21. A picture of how you want to live every day.
22. A picture of a time when everything was changing.
moving forward...
23. A picture that makes your heart hurt.
n/a
24. A picture that makes your heart smile.
ﾎﾟｯ(*ﾟ.ﾟ)♥(ﾟ.ﾟ*)ﾎﾟｯ
25. A picture from one of the best days of your life.
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!
I've been having an urge to take more pictures. I feel like I need to keep record of everything, no matter how mundane of terrible it is.
And I always think back to the movie Titanic. In her old age, Rose says she has nothing left of Jack except a memory... she didn't even have a photograph. I don't want to rely on just my memory.
At work, I am considered the most quiet (what a surprise) and for some reason, no one talks to me but my manager and another kid that I never really worked with before. I really enjoy working with my manager because she and I share a lot of similar interests: the most important being art. She is a year younger than I am and is just trying to decide what college to attend. Her choice is between Mason Gross, the art school at Rutgers and University of Arts in Philadelphia. You can imagine how envious I am of her...
I don't want to seem like a loser (although, I am) but I've made no good friends at school. I don't know why but people would just stare at me when I walk through campus and not say a word. Am I intimidating? Am I hideous? It makes me feel so insecure. I always ask Nick why he thinks people act that way toward me. He says they probably think I'm stuck up or just really depressed and they don't want to deal with someone like that. Thanks.
The one friend that I made last semester, Andrew, hasn't spoken to me since January when spring semester started. We see each other all the time. Literally, every morning I see him on the way to the cafeteria for breakfast. He sneaks glaces at me and turns away when I notice him. On Thursday, I saw him on the train and we basically walked from the train station to campus together without saying a word. Ten minutes of agonizing silence.
Its about time to register for fall classes... but I can't do that yet until I tell my parents about my plans of switching majors and transferring to Mason Gross by spring semester next year. I'm so frightened of their reaction.
And I know people are sick and tired of hearing me talk about this, but I can't help it. College is supposedly the best time of your life. This is the time when its the absolute easiest to make friends. I guess I'm a failure at that, too.
But I need to do my best to find happiness. And happiness is not at Kean... because every time I set foot on campus, all I think is:
It's been three years since I wrote this poem and read it aloud at the JROTC banquet.
Wait please while analog clocks strike thirteen Look now, see; the hour hand, limp, has dropped Never will your dim solitude be stopped Always will your best attempt go unseen One second, a tender hand shoves you on For this moment, you were never prepared This touch of panic cannot be compared The visions of this masterpiece have gone This stunning castle crumbles to the ground Your mirth and naiveté drift away The simplest of your thoughts will soon decay Clouds will be trampled; stars will not go round
Just watch the wheels; and let them turn Just strike the matchbooks; let them burn
Breath- stereotypical agony You’ll hear tick-tocks and drop of a pin Red blazing embers will smolder your skin These ruins are your best-kept tragedy Gone forever are the plans made prior But blueprints are etched in the rising dust Come-come; you should never let new bliss rust Go rebuild castles markedly higher Hours pass, doors of a thousand will sway Lightning will ignite the blacks of your eyes Speak in poetry- strong- these walls will rise You’ll glisten in the darkest of your days
Keep seeking; though thunderstorms are black Keep on seeking,purpose will come back
It's funny that I still don't follow my own good advice.
always, Jess
P.S. Steal my poem (or any part of it) and I swear to God, you'll be sorry.
...came from a person who wasn't even that close to me.
Date: August 26, 2006
Subject: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
dearest jess,
so this is mad random but my friend and i were talkin bout certain people and stuff. and your name came up. i jus wanted to let you know that i envy you alot. i wish i had your personality and your reputation. plus you're really beautiful outwardly. you just have this delicate kind of grace about you. and this whole world that sparkles inside your eyes that you only seem to show certain people. you actually remind me alot of a pretty flower. and i love watching you. i find you very intriguing, you know. and i'm not exactly how to get closer to that light in your eyes. but i don't even know if i should, out of fear. that inner world seems too fragile for me to touch. i would shatter it. haha. and if i got inside you just wouldn't be the same to me. you're pretty freakin amazing. anyone with that kind of aura about them is incredibly lucky. and even though we're not the closest of close thank you for being my friend (or at least letting me think you are) because it's really an honor. so yea... thanks. that is all. miss you. =)
always, Sara.°
This is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. Whether she was embellishing or not, it made me so incredibly happy.
And the best part was that I felt the same about her. She was amazingly beautiful and talented. She was terrific at writing and she played the viola like an angel. She was just so sweet and friendly. I secretly wanted to be just like her. Too bad, I can't find the response I sent her. Though it definitely wasn't as well written, it was easy to notice how much I really did admire her and how much I appreciated her very kind words.
Sadly, like everyone else I considered a friend, we drifted apart and we never became close like I wanted. She didn't even write in my year book in June... though that may have been pointless since I already knew what she would have said.
I really miss her.
Always, Jess
What's the nicest thing someone has said about you? Who was the one to say it?
