Way back when…

Monday, September 13: Re-upload the first post you ever wrote on your blog. If interested, re-write that post, showing us a before and after look at the piece.

This is from October 15, 2006 – my freshman year of college!?! I know I had a blog before that, but I can’t access it now, and it was probably just a meme any ways.


It is very cold outside. Not the “snow on the ground, be happy and enjoy the crispness of the air” kind of cold, but “It’s too cold to just wear a sweatshirt, but too warm to wear a sweatshirt and a coat, but if you don’t wear a sweatshirt under your coat, you can’t take the coat off so HA HA you have to look like a penguin on your way to class” kind of cold. (Because I know the weather thinks these things out and plans it so that I look funny when I am out and about.

Also. I can not find a matching set of anything. None of my socks are matched in colors any more. Like, the sock is white, but the toe is a different color, and so the purples, pinks, greys and yellows are all mismatched. I am also lacking in a hat and gloves that match. I know I have a set of purple ish ones that match my jacket (and by a set I mean gloves, hat and scarf) and I also have an orange set, but I can’t find the gloves to the purple or the hat to the orange.

I am also sinking very low on the hygene table right now. I think I’ve been wearing the same sweatshirt and pants since…..sunday evening. I take them off and change my underclothes and t-shirt, and then put them back on… lol. This morning I climbed out of bed and walked to class. I got there and had the sudden realization that I was braless! Woops. It didn’t matter cause i slept with three shirts and two pairs of pants on (plus my 3 blankets and a thick pair of socks.), but it was just kind of a suprise. One of those “look how low you have sunken Jessica!” moments. oh well.

In other news, I wish that I lived one floor up so that I could take the elevator without getting the dirty looks that people send my way for riding the elevator up one floor. ha ha! GUESS WHAT!? I don’t care any more. If I feel like taking the stairs…I shall. But if for some odd reason I don’t want to take the stairs….I’m not going to make myself. I’ve come to the point where I don’t care what people think any more. I don’t care about their stares or snide remarks (because I’m paying just as much as they are, and if I can take the stairs, so can they!) and this is applying to more then just the elevator.

Yesterday I cleaned the room. Like, everything except for her desk. (I even made her bed.) My visiting teachers came over, and this is like, a church thing. It’s kind of like having assigned friends that come and teach you a predetermined lesson every month. It was nice, I love the girls that are my VTs, so it’s not really awkward. They brought pizza and we hung out for a while, looked and pictures and talked. I hate it when something (a lesson per say) seems like it is exactly what you need to hear, but it’s not the answer that you’re looking for. But any ways, yeah, I cleaned the room. My roommate has more hair then any one I have ever met, and her thick black hair is always all over the carpet, and it get’s into these little balls, and I always end up picking it up (I don’t dare use the vaccuum, cause I might break it.) and I wish she wasn’t such a slob. Like seriously, it is driving me so crazy that I am about ready to organize her stuff (and i don’t care if she doesn’t like it, cause she’s never here. So it’s kind of like I’m the only one here, and I really don’t like the mess.).

I am addicted to caffine. Now, all religeous beliefs and ideas aside, i get the worst headaches now if I don’t drink something with caffine in it. It seriously is an addiction, and I really don’t like it. It’s helped me see why other things are so much harder to give up (like smoking and drugs and what not.) but yeah. I need to stop, because I need to start sleeping at normal hours, and that isn’t going to happen if I keep drinking as much mountian dew as I do.



Quote of the day: girl: “I don’t understand…” teacher: “What don’t you understand….I literally JUST said….2 + 2 = 4.” girl: “I know, but I couldn’t see the board.” teacher: *in stun-ed-ness* “but i just said it?!?!”

Thought of the day: “In order to be effective truth must penetrate like an arrow, – and that is truely likely to hurt.” Posthumous Pieces by Wei Wu Wei


Back then I did quotes and thoughts and stuff. But I also only posted every couple of weeks. lol. Now I trying to post a couple of times a week. Oh the changes. I guess some context is needed. My roommate was a filthy girl who drove me crazy by staking so much stuff onto her desk and bed and floor that it took over the entire room. Now, you all know I’m a messy person. Messier than my husband at least, but this girl made me LONG for a slightly cleaner version of a pig sty. lol. It’s kind of neat to read this – because I feel like I’m very much the same person, I even write the same way. Apparently I haven’t learned anything in college. Yah!

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    1. The messy-ness wasn't the worst of it. She would stay up all night talking on the phone in very loud Korean, and then she snored like a bear!

      lol – I think I would rather have the porn that I can push aside than the obnoxious roommate talking ALL NIGHT… do you know what happens to people like me when they don't sleep? It's not a pretty sight. I'm crazy enough as it is!

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