lights<3
minee: toppings only & boba hahah
what i do in honors biology
too lazy to upload everything else.
it's on facebook hah
Jan 31, 2009
haaay
lights<3
minee: toppings only & boba hahah
what i do in honors biology
too lazy to upload everything else.
it's on facebook hah
Jan 23, 2009
where were you when everything was falling apart?
lost and insecure, you found me .
lying on the floor, surrounded
why'd you have to wait? where were you?
just a little late, you found me .
THE FRAY<3
lying on the floor, surrounded
why'd you have to wait? where were you?
just a little late, you found me .
THE FRAY<3
Jan 18, 2009
smart scarves™
at christie's house for 7 freaking hours yesterday.
penny's house this morning.
my house tomorrow morning.
i hate this project.
christie has the most amazing house, though.
helen!
penny's house this morning.
my house tomorrow morning.
i hate this project.
christie has the most amazing house, though.
helen!
Jan 17, 2009
bipolar.
craaazy mood swings for the past week.
either i'm pregnant (with a food baby, of course. ellen haaha) or finals are really stressing me out.
anyways, i havent uploaded pictures for a while.
what i do in biology:
why am i so ugly.
either i'm pregnant (with a food baby, of course. ellen haaha) or finals are really stressing me out.
anyways, i havent uploaded pictures for a while.
what i do in biology:
why am i so ugly.
Jan 5, 2009
i don't even know why i'm so angry
i got over you a million years ago.
i'm not upset. and i'm not pissed. and i'm...lying to myself. sdfsdfsdfs
okay, so i am a little upset.
but it doesnt mean anything.
i'm not upset. and i'm not pissed. and i'm...lying to myself. sdfsdfsdfs
okay, so i am a little upset.
but it doesnt mean anything.
Jan 2, 2009
lady warriors !
dec 2nd scrimmage. night before my surgery.
hahaha idk.
i look retarded.
...we all do. (:
this was actuallyyy on my birthday. yay
claim jumper.
Jan 1, 2009
a letter to my body.
dear body,
hey, it's me, jessica. you know, the one always tearing you down and insulting you. yeah...about that. i'd like to apologize. you really aren't fat at all, or terribly ugly either, honest. it's not your fault that i can't accept anything less than perfect. i'm hoping to change that, though.
there are things that i wish you didn't have to do, of course. things that aren't really appropriate to talk about in a blog or everyday conversation [namely, your "functions"]. but these things are pretty much unavoidable, so i suppose there's nothing you can do about them.
i also wish that your skin was better. but, of course, i guess it's not really your fault you have eczema, since it's genetic. it's actually really my parents' faults...hmm. remind me later to let them know how much it affects me. no, scratch that. the point of this letter is to let you know that i accept your imperfections, and no one is really to blame for them. and besides, you have far more strengths than weaknesses.
ooookaaay. here we go:
arms. arms, arms, arms. i can't tell you how wonderful you are. there is no way i would have made it through the past three weeks on crutches without you. i do wish you weren't so hairy that it's apelike, though. but aside from that, you're pretty nice. thanks for being long, too; i love being able to stretch and reach the tv remote when most people would have to get up to get it.
legs-- wow, we've been through a lot. especially in the past two months. i want you to know that i'm sorry that i'd never fully appreciated how amazing you are until november 2008. i promise that i will try my very best to never envy anyone's flamingo legs ever again, but instead cherish you and your incredible muscle-y-ness. and, left knee, i'm sorry for tearing my/your anterior cruciate ligament [acl]. i hope you know how proud i am of you. not being able to walk and having to use crutches was awful. being able to walk again was one of the most liberating feelings ever, and i thank you for my being able to experience that particular emotion. i'm proud of the effort you're putting into physical therapy. keep up the good work; we'll get through this together, promise.
face, i owe you a lot for my self-esteem. thanks for pretty much never having acne, albeit the occasional pimple. i'm starting to like your ruddyness more and more every day. even though many people, including myself, have referred to you as a tomato, don't listen to them. there are plenty of other people in this world that appreciate your sanguinity.
feet, thanks for not being frankenstein-sized. i really appreciate it, especially when i'm buying shoes. 7 1/2 is an ideal size, in my opinion. and i really am sorry about that time i fell off my bike on my way home from school...the scars on you, left foot, will fade eventually. all five of them. i hope.
stomach, sorry if i haven't really been taking care of you that well lately. winter break has really messed up my sleeping schedule, which has in turn affected my eating schedule. thanks for bearing with me through all the junk food, too. i promise i'll try to start eating healthier. and a huge thank-you for being the strongest stomach i know. aside from those two times after my surgery when i was on a LOT of pain meds, you've never caused me to throw up. and i'm glad, because those are experiences i can do without.
eyes! you are incredible. seriously incredible. i owe you everything, and without you i'd be totally lost. thanks for letting me see some of the sights of a lifetime, like the night sky in the sahara desert. oh, and sorry i sometimes cover one of you with hair. i'm growing it out, though, so i can tuck it behind my ears when needed.
speaking of ears, you are amazing. just as amazing as eyes, in fact--not that it's a competition or anything. but it's because of you that i can experience one of, in my opinion, the greatest pleasures in life: music. and of course, you enable me to hear other people talk. which is good, because i get lonely when it's just me and the voices in my head.
hair. oh my gosh, hair. i'm sorry i'm constantly criticizing the way you aren't poofy enough in the back, and how you can be really flat at times. but really, you're pretty okay. and you turn the most beautiful color in the sun. i promise never to dye you a horrible color. unless i get put into a situation like that asian girl on paris hilton's my new bff on mtv. just kidding! you know me better than that. you know that i'd never change you to get someone to like me. at least, i hope i'd never change you for that purpose...hmm. i suppose that's another thing i need to work on.
boobs. okay, so this might be a bit awkward for anyone who's reading this letter. but between you and me [and everyone on planet earth with access to a computer] i think you're pretty great. you're not too small, so thankfully i've never been a victim of the classic upside-down-calculator-55318008 joke. and it doesn't hurt that you help people determine my gender at a glance [hair helps with this too]. but you're not ostentatiously humongous either, so i don't have much of a problem fitting into shirts. and, i know that if a guy likes me (which i think happens pretty rarely, actually), it's probably because of my winning personality, and not you. don't be offended--that's a good thing! and don't worry, i'm not getting conceited on you here; i was kidding about the winning personality. ha ha ha.
well, that's pretty much all i've got to say to you, body. thanks for sticking with me through thick and thin. i resolve to start treating you better, appreciate and love you more, and improve our relationship.
love, me.
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the inspiration for this entry.
:) brilliant.
hey, it's me, jessica. you know, the one always tearing you down and insulting you. yeah...about that. i'd like to apologize. you really aren't fat at all, or terribly ugly either, honest. it's not your fault that i can't accept anything less than perfect. i'm hoping to change that, though.
there are things that i wish you didn't have to do, of course. things that aren't really appropriate to talk about in a blog or everyday conversation [namely, your "functions"]. but these things are pretty much unavoidable, so i suppose there's nothing you can do about them.
i also wish that your skin was better. but, of course, i guess it's not really your fault you have eczema, since it's genetic. it's actually really my parents' faults...hmm. remind me later to let them know how much it affects me. no, scratch that. the point of this letter is to let you know that i accept your imperfections, and no one is really to blame for them. and besides, you have far more strengths than weaknesses.
ooookaaay. here we go:
arms. arms, arms, arms. i can't tell you how wonderful you are. there is no way i would have made it through the past three weeks on crutches without you. i do wish you weren't so hairy that it's apelike, though. but aside from that, you're pretty nice. thanks for being long, too; i love being able to stretch and reach the tv remote when most people would have to get up to get it.
legs-- wow, we've been through a lot. especially in the past two months. i want you to know that i'm sorry that i'd never fully appreciated how amazing you are until november 2008. i promise that i will try my very best to never envy anyone's flamingo legs ever again, but instead cherish you and your incredible muscle-y-ness. and, left knee, i'm sorry for tearing my/your anterior cruciate ligament [acl]. i hope you know how proud i am of you. not being able to walk and having to use crutches was awful. being able to walk again was one of the most liberating feelings ever, and i thank you for my being able to experience that particular emotion. i'm proud of the effort you're putting into physical therapy. keep up the good work; we'll get through this together, promise.
face, i owe you a lot for my self-esteem. thanks for pretty much never having acne, albeit the occasional pimple. i'm starting to like your ruddyness more and more every day. even though many people, including myself, have referred to you as a tomato, don't listen to them. there are plenty of other people in this world that appreciate your sanguinity.
feet, thanks for not being frankenstein-sized. i really appreciate it, especially when i'm buying shoes. 7 1/2 is an ideal size, in my opinion. and i really am sorry about that time i fell off my bike on my way home from school...the scars on you, left foot, will fade eventually. all five of them. i hope.
stomach, sorry if i haven't really been taking care of you that well lately. winter break has really messed up my sleeping schedule, which has in turn affected my eating schedule. thanks for bearing with me through all the junk food, too. i promise i'll try to start eating healthier. and a huge thank-you for being the strongest stomach i know. aside from those two times after my surgery when i was on a LOT of pain meds, you've never caused me to throw up. and i'm glad, because those are experiences i can do without.
eyes! you are incredible. seriously incredible. i owe you everything, and without you i'd be totally lost. thanks for letting me see some of the sights of a lifetime, like the night sky in the sahara desert. oh, and sorry i sometimes cover one of you with hair. i'm growing it out, though, so i can tuck it behind my ears when needed.
speaking of ears, you are amazing. just as amazing as eyes, in fact--not that it's a competition or anything. but it's because of you that i can experience one of, in my opinion, the greatest pleasures in life: music. and of course, you enable me to hear other people talk. which is good, because i get lonely when it's just me and the voices in my head.
hair. oh my gosh, hair. i'm sorry i'm constantly criticizing the way you aren't poofy enough in the back, and how you can be really flat at times. but really, you're pretty okay. and you turn the most beautiful color in the sun. i promise never to dye you a horrible color. unless i get put into a situation like that asian girl on paris hilton's my new bff on mtv. just kidding! you know me better than that. you know that i'd never change you to get someone to like me. at least, i hope i'd never change you for that purpose...hmm. i suppose that's another thing i need to work on.
boobs. okay, so this might be a bit awkward for anyone who's reading this letter. but between you and me [and everyone on planet earth with access to a computer] i think you're pretty great. you're not too small, so thankfully i've never been a victim of the classic upside-down-calculator-55318008 joke. and it doesn't hurt that you help people determine my gender at a glance [hair helps with this too]. but you're not ostentatiously humongous either, so i don't have much of a problem fitting into shirts. and, i know that if a guy likes me (which i think happens pretty rarely, actually), it's probably because of my winning personality, and not you. don't be offended--that's a good thing! and don't worry, i'm not getting conceited on you here; i was kidding about the winning personality. ha ha ha.
well, that's pretty much all i've got to say to you, body. thanks for sticking with me through thick and thin. i resolve to start treating you better, appreciate and love you more, and improve our relationship.
love, me.
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the inspiration for this entry.
:) brilliant.
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