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Monday, November 10, 2008

And this is the end of math and history for me. I don't even know what to say - math is still one my favourite things in the world, I find it fascinating, amazing, and I will prove that you CAN divide by zero one day. Watch me.

History...I'm going to miss you, Stalin baby.

I would write more, but I should be studying chem. Psht. I am so over practice exams and studying. If I don't know it now, let's face it - I probably never will.

But I will get a seven in chem. I don't care if I fail everything else [okay, yeah, I kind of do, and I'm pretty sure that I may throw myself off a cliff if I get below 41, but...that's beside the point.] I can do chem. I know I can. So why does it sound like I'm trying to convince myself? Psht. Probably because I am. Okay, I am officially a retarded loserface. Who wants new Josh Pyke songs. Mm. Maybe I can download his videos and put them on my iPod. For inspirational purposes, of course....okay, Jess really needs to study.

However, the photos haven't uploaded yet, so I'm going to ramble until they do. And maybe go and read The Crucible since I know a total of one quote from it. "The crazy children are jangling the keys to the kingdom." Oh, oh! And "I kept a cold house." Stupid Elizabeth. If I were her, John's ass would have been out on the street faster than you could say...something really fast. Seriously, what is Miller playing at? Why is religion criticised? It is the only thing that stops Elizabeth from throwing out that cheating scumbag. And we don't kno wthat it's Abigail's fault...if I were her, I would have done the same thing. Okay, so I would have stopped at "John, touch me again! I knew you..." and not done the whole trail thing, but can you blame her? I'm sick of people pinning the whole thing on her - yeah, she's not well in the head. But with a past like hers, it makes sense. If your parents are murdered and you're kept as a servant at seventeen in a oppressive society, the line between love and lust will be a little blurred. It's not like she's felt love before...and Proctor offered her a form of that.

The photos are uploaded and Jess must stop getting emotionally involved with fictional characters.

God Bless.

lovelove, Jess xxxx

Labels: exams, freedom, history, IB., math, photos, procrastinating, the end., year 12

posted by jess *, @ 7:09:00 pm

jess;; eighteen. ib graduate. chronic sufferer of writer's block. french speaker. physics geek. lame to the log base e of thirty seven. often uses math to express the quantity of a certain emotion. or her sarcasm. or her decrease in iq in relation to spending time with her friends. mostly the latter. and where math fails, she writes poetry. because it's kind of hard to express unrequited lust and emotion in general in terms of math. although, life is rather like a sine graph, and how high you get is dependent on the dilation parallel to the x axis which can be determined by your life experiences...but jess doesn't think she's a nerd. she doesn't study enough. speaks often in the third person. thinks too much for her own good. listens to the same song one hundred times on repeat. because listening to a depressing song once just isn't enough. queen of innuendo. insane. wannabe psychiatrist. she thinks. honestly, she has no clue what she wants to do with her life. has feminist tendencies. Christian. loves australian football. peter wentz's guitar. toby rand's tambourine. loves singing but can't hold a note. so, instead, she loves her singers. and nice eyes. addictive personality, permanently worried about something. also permanently on guilt trips. because she's very good at that. generally changes her mind thirty seven times. daughter of overprotective parents. happy emo. the jesster. loves lyrics more than music. would describe her life with the lyrics to self-conclusion by the spill canvas. is sandra's sexy bitch. solitaire slut. moody cow. has crazy-ass friends. is slowly working on a manuscript. normally the former. chocoholic. creative. sketches all the time. when she's not writing. is bringing sexy back. wants to live in paris. in the chateau du versailles. and ride a moped. has spent two nights in paris. seems to always be involved in love triangles, or friendship triangles, or something that requires her to stay up at night worrying because she freaks out that it's her fault. which is a little irrational. coincidentally, that's her middle name. attention whore. loves musicals and acting. writes poetry whenever she's emotional and always starts crying. always. is obsessed with snape and the sex god that is alan rickman. hates showing weakness. loves aladdin. instinctively answers in french. gives objects unoriginal names. such as monsieur vache for her cow wrist pad. actually names and talks to inanimate objects. has a twin. in fact, she has many twins. questions sincerity by the minute. always needs sleep. hopeless romantic. procrastinator. overuses asterisks in msn conversations. narcissist. writes when she's emotional. loves hugs and being held. is a sentimental sort of person. pretty sure she thinks too much. believes that eyes are the window to the soul. stubborn. is pretty much insane, but life is too short to waste being angry. even when some deserve it. has the most amazing friends in the world. is going to be a famous playwright, just you wait.

Monday, November 10, 2008

And this is the end of math and history for me. I don't even know what to say - math is still one my favourite things in the world, I find it fascinating, amazing, and I will prove that you CAN divide by zero one day. Watch me.

History...I'm going to miss you, Stalin baby.

I would write more, but I should be studying chem. Psht. I am so over practice exams and studying. If I don't know it now, let's face it - I probably never will.

But I will get a seven in chem. I don't care if I fail everything else [okay, yeah, I kind of do, and I'm pretty sure that I may throw myself off a cliff if I get below 41, but...that's beside the point.] I can do chem. I know I can. So why does it sound like I'm trying to convince myself? Psht. Probably because I am. Okay, I am officially a retarded loserface. Who wants new Josh Pyke songs. Mm. Maybe I can download his videos and put them on my iPod. For inspirational purposes, of course....okay, Jess really needs to study.

However, the photos haven't uploaded yet, so I'm going to ramble until they do. And maybe go and read The Crucible since I know a total of one quote from it. "The crazy children are jangling the keys to the kingdom." Oh, oh! And "I kept a cold house." Stupid Elizabeth. If I were her, John's ass would have been out on the street faster than you could say...something really fast. Seriously, what is Miller playing at? Why is religion criticised? It is the only thing that stops Elizabeth from throwing out that cheating scumbag. And we don't kno wthat it's Abigail's fault...if I were her, I would have done the same thing. Okay, so I would have stopped at "John, touch me again! I knew you..." and not done the whole trail thing, but can you blame her? I'm sick of people pinning the whole thing on her - yeah, she's not well in the head. But with a past like hers, it makes sense. If your parents are murdered and you're kept as a servant at seventeen in a oppressive society, the line between love and lust will be a little blurred. It's not like she's felt love before...and Proctor offered her a form of that.

The photos are uploaded and Jess must stop getting emotionally involved with fictional characters.

God Bless.

lovelove, Jess xxxx

Labels: exams, freedom, history, IB., math, photos, procrastinating, the end., year 12

posted by jess *, @ 7:09:00 pm