Jade’s Divine

There is another side to me, one that rarely anybody knows about….it’s the monkey see monkey do complex…sometimes this gets me into a lot of trouble.

Most of you wouldn’t know it…but since the beginning of last semester I fell into a pit of religiously watching Fox’s American Idol, not because of the media, not because of Simon, but because of my room mates. I would be sitting in our bedroom constantly online or at the SAC, but then on Wednesdays and Tuesdays and Mondays at about eight or nine pm my suit mate would come squealing into the room, drop whatever she was doing and turn on the TV. The funny thing is…my other two room mates would do it too. They got a kick out of all the “william hungs”, predict who would go through to the next round, call into the show to vote..etc. What’s even better is the fact that if it was on at eight, then the Amazing Race would be on at nine. That’s two whole hours of having a reason not to do homework! I got hooked. Darn this schooling for getting in the way.

In the end there were only two: Bo Bice(rock) and Carrie Underwood(Country)

The ending was predicted though, I had a feeling Carrie would win. They followed her right from the getgo. The first time she auditioned they even showed a clip of her at her home in Oaklahoma(a cow farm)

I almost have System of a Down’s new album Mezmerize memorized. All the songs are good but I like the lyrics to “Lost in Hollywood” the most right now, can’t put my finger on it, I just do. I need to go to their concert. I need to get back stage passes, and when I find out that they aren’t married I will marry them, or become a roadie. The youngest one is only ten years older than me…that’s not bad…right? hehe

I think I scared my co-workers today by blareing System ’cause the boss was out. The one girl Lisa listens to 102.5 and the other one, Pete, listens to mostly country..but says he “likes a change once and a while.”

I need to find something to do

It suprises me that some of the funnest plans happen out of nowhere.
The rest of this post is just a recap.
I had no plans for yesterday, I was just going up to drama to say hi to Pudge.
Then…Jeff calls.
We go up to the high school like the yuppies we are…
Get a hold of Josh.
Josh picks up Cherie.
Eat barbeque chicken and peanut butter and raspberry jam sandwiches.
Watch South Park episide where Stan goes goth because Wendy broke up with him.
Pick up Joe from work at 10:30.
Texan.
Sugar packet shots with Cherie, Jeff, Joe and Nick. No peer pressure on Josh *squints*
Then, at midnight, wait in the longest line ever seen at Meijer, with cheering fans and confetti, to witness the release of the new System of a Down “Mezmerize” album.
We drove so slow down the road so we could listen to the whole CD before I picked up my car at the school.
Teh end.

Instead of winning the big bucks in the Michigan lottery, I think I would prefer gas. Free premium gasloine forever.

He didn’t want to be with me, I understand, I’m crazy.
I need a longer break than what I threw myself into.
Like Katie said it helped her so much…”you can find who you are.”
Being lost doesn’t even come close to what I’m feeling now though.
But everything has to start somewhere.
My life seems like a big massive cycle that is never going to end.
You know how some people say history repeats itself?
Well it sure does in my life.
I don’t want to hurt anybody.
Nobody I can think of wants to hurt me.
But both being the giver and the taker of hurt is starting to wear me out, because it does happen, more often and recently than one could imagine, and I don’t know what to do.
I don’t want to give or feel that pain anymore.
I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me.
I just want to hang out with friends again like I used to.
So just, give me a ring or whatever…

It’s like being stranded in the desert with no food or water, then you come upon this big massive freshwater lake with tons of different berries and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups…only to find out that it’s really just a mirage, and you’re left eating sand. But the thing is, you keep falling for the same trick over and over and over. You’re not blind; you know what’s going on, but what if, for the one time you passed up the mirage, it turned out to be the real thing?

I’m not a writer, but I have a good book in mind. What’s it called when you tell someone the story and they write it down and organize it for you? annotate? dictate? therapist?

~you say, go slow, I fall behind, the second hand unwinds~

I’m going crazy:-P

Thankyou Java City for helping me study…all..night…long…..

An easy English exam tomorrow morning, and my final exam on Friday; what a better way to uphold the miss procrastination title than to do absolutely nothing today.

Speaking of today, I had a lot of time to think, whether it accomplished anything or not doesn’t really matter. I suprised myself with everything I could come up with: Family, Friends,Future, Funds…I know it’s not a very big “F” list, but when you break it down, it can turn into a never ending story, so much as to not even comprehend everything in writing…so I won’t.

Getting older is wierd, it’s something we’ve always done, and will continue to do, no matter how much we want to resist, or not resist, whichever you prefer. Personally, I kind of like it, but then again “I like wieeerd” It’s just as interesting as intriguing to me, because the future really can’t be announced. All predictions are made up, sometimes it’s easy to guess and get it right, but thats because it’s easy to see patterns.

Current song being played: Bush “glycerine”

“must be your skin that i’m sinking in
must be for real cause now i can feel
and i didnt mind
it’s not my kind
not my time to wonder why
everything gone white
and everythings grey
now you’re here now you’re away
i dont want this
remember that
i’ll never forget where you’re at

dont let the days go by
glycerine glycerine

i’m never alone
i’m alone all the time
are you at one
or do you lie
we live in a wheel
where everyone steals
but when we rise it’s like strawberry fields

if i treated you bad
you bruise my face
couldn’t love you more
you’ve got a beautiful taste
don’t let the days go by
could have been easier on you
i couldn’t change though i wanted to
could have been easier by three
our old friend fear and you and me
glycerine glycerine

don’t let the days go by
glycerine

i needed you more
when we wanted us less
i could not kiss just regress
it might just be clear simple and plain
that’s just fine
that’s just one of my names
don’t let the days go by
could’ve been easier on you you you

glycerine”

glyc·er·ine: a thick, sweet, odorless, colorless, or pale yellow liquid obtained from fats and oils as a byproduct of soap manufacture.
..::::interesting::::..
the more you know:-P

more sun=more freckles

My summer break is coming up fast and I need a second job el pronto, does anybody know who’s hiring? I can cook, clean, obey and do anything else as long as there is an instructional video to go along with it.

It is the last week of the semester; I would rather let CMU suck my blood than my wallet.

I told them last week that I wasn’t coming back to the doorms because they just assumed that I was going to come back. That resulted in a hundered dollar fine….burn.

“dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine”