things are going great and they're only getting better

Life is good at the moment. On Thursday I had classes and then I went to get my nails done with my mommy...they are dark plum AKA almost black AKA awesome. It's like so totally goth! Later in the evening I drove up to school to watch A Clockwork Orange for my philosophy class. Should that be capitalized? I don't know. Ok. Weirdest. Movie. Ever. SO AWESOME. I want to watch it over and over. It was filled with awesome things like British accents, bad teeth, penises, sex, violence, murder, eyelashes, hats, prison, nudity, milk, COOL HAIR, and irony. Everything a movie needs. Everybody else thought it was really weird (and it is). But it's like...I don't know. I can see myself becoming obsessed with it. I want to buy it. Buy it for me.

On Friday I had classes all day until like 2:30. People talked to me. And I talked back. It was truly amazing. I'm making friends, HAHA. I really can't see myself being really good friends with anybody that I've met so far. I am just too weird. I can't even imagine me trying to explain how I am. Like "Hi, my name is Jess. I'm 18 but I think I'm 14 and I love little boys that practically ARE 14 and have cool hair. I make fun of everyone in my head, including you. I talk a lot even though you would never have guessed that because I don't talk to strangers for like months. I'm pretty dumb sometimes and I say retarded things that make no sense and people think I'm on drugs. Oh and I don't have much of a life." I won't be able to be the "real" me around them, let's just put it that way.

Anywayyyyy, after school I spoke with Rachie about various subjects and we laughed a lot about Maaaaaaarten. OH I HAVE STEVE CLARK'S paper. He's mysterious. He is THE SMOKER. It's love. But yeah talked to Rachel. Then my doorbell rang, how rare. It was this retarded girl I know bringing me drug money in a plastic baggie. She stayed at my house for like 8 hours until I had to go to work and we laughed so hard...something about handicapped tables and her cousin Brad "Mother Fuckin" Herr. I want to meet that guy whoever he is. After that I went to WORK and baked bread until my head exploded. Me and "Dar" and "Sar" just had a blast. Me and Daria almost peed our pants a lot over so many things it wasn't even funny. We talk about the weirdest things EVER. Yeah man we were there til 11 baking shitty bread for NEW HOLLAND (but NH is okay because EUGENE works there and now we all love him, I mean who doesn't?).

Ok, today I died because my dad got gas at Wawa and like usual I went in to buy some iced coffee. I got a little cup and tried to get ice but nothing came out. I cried. So then I'm like "What the hell Wawa, get some ice". So then I go to the bottled stuff to get a Starbucks thing and the shelf is like EMPTY. There weren't even anymore of the Wawa brand. WHAT THE HELL WAWA, GET SOME COLD COFFEE. At this point I'm in tears because I'll have to get hot coffee (I know, shocker). So then I got a "latte" and it turned out to be really good so now I'll probably get that forever. Even though next time I go they'll be out of it. Because that's what happens to me. THE END.

After that we went to Oregon Dairy and I saw a Mennonite wearing black Converse. And a straw hat. I bought a magazine and was shocked to find GERARD's picture as one of the hottest guys right next to the Killer's singer. I was excited and sad all at once. Then I read an article about how to dress "punk" and "goth" and how to make my makeup look like Gerard's right next to Jesse McCartney's article about his embarrassing moment when revealed he's queer...I mean when he dropped his microphone.

I came home and did nothing and then I went WORK. More fun times with "Dar". Ho and Henn came in and so did Rachie and Jose. We weren't even busy and once again we were there til 11...dorks. We talked about weirdo things again like Gus Gus from Cinderella. It's amazing what topics come up when you're trapped with someone for hours making sandwiches. THE GUY FROM TH WITH THE RED HAIR AND WHITE EYEBROWS CAME IN AND I SAW HIS CIGARETTES IN HIS POCKET AND I KNEW WHAT KIND THEY WERE. A man with a beret came in. Then another with crooked eyes who likes St. Bernards (ROSS). Then we talked about how much of a liar and a douche bag Ran is and then we left.

So now I SHOULD be doing homework but I'm writing this and listening to eighties music because I'm obsessed again. I guess I'll get up bright and early tomorrow and read about Philosophy. I'd so much rather watch A CLOCKWORK ORANGE. I could write a paper on that...much more appealing than Plato.

I'm trying to think of final thoughts but everything I think of seems retarded. The concert is a little over 2 weeks away and my excitement level is a little low right now. I need a boost. Ummm what else? School is good now, I like it. Oh and Lindsay's transferring to my school, HAHA. I love Steve Clark...we exchanged papers and I have his in my posession. He talks weird. OK SORRY I'M DONE NOW.

Love and St. Bernards, Jess