Project 365
Poetry


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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.

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"I believe the impossible is possible to overcome, I believe in miracles..."

Delta Goodrem, Believe Again

Megan m'a donné une commentaire, donc, je vais écrire au lieu d'étudier, même si l'UMAT est demain. *sigh* It's strange. The UMAT is everything. My future depends on this one exam...and I'm not having panic attacks. Then again, I am looking up everything to do with Medicine just in case it doesn't work out...I figure if I've already printed off the application forms, I'll fill them out because it'll allow me to procrastinate some more. Yeah, I know, it's a terrible attitude to have. But I feel fairly confident regardless. Whatever happens happens, my faith is in the Lord. I've tried to maximise my abilities, because I think this is what He wants of me - but maybe it's not, and the UMAT will tell me. And if not, prayer is always the solution. What God wants will find a way, and my responsibility is to make the most of my potential while opening my heart so that his message will be received by my soul. But I will do some more practice tonight. I really want this, because psychiatry is what I've wanted to do for years...even when I was eleven or twelve, I always wanted to do psychology, and though that dream has left me at times, it's always come back to me. I've been told that I'm putting too much into this goal, that it's the be all and end all - to a degree, they're right. But at the same time, I know I can deal with not getting in. Twelve months ago, I would be a wreck should I not have gotten in. But now...there's this inner sense of peace. I'm doing all I can, but maybe this isn't my destiny. Some of the most wonderful things in life come by what we, as humans, perceive as "chance" - I met one of my very best friends by being assigned to being her buddy on year ten orientation day. I love physics, though it is also the bane of my existence at times, but how did I find myself in that class? A spur of the moment decision. Without it, I would not have the appreciation of the world that I have today. Are we prepared to dismiss all the good that has happened to us in life as nothing but "luck"? I don't think so. Everything happens for a reason, it cannot be divided into good fortune and misfortune - the good things in our lives have come from God, and equally so have the bad. Everyone has bad experiences - what I've been through probably does not compare to those who have lived in war torn countries, seen the Holocaust, but I know that I am ultimately a stronger person for it. So, how does that apply to those who have grown up amidst poverty, have felt little but pain? How can any supreme being, any deity let that happen? I don't have an exact answer, and probably won't ever - Liz has a long list of questions to ask God, and chances are that I won't get a chance to ask Him any questions for a long time - unless, of course, I die first. That was an inside joke. But I postulate that God has done this, not only for their sakes, as there is something to come out of that experience, perhaps an appreciation of the smaller things, the simple pleasures, but also to teach all of us a lesson, show us how to be better people, to appreciate our own lives. How do you feel when you see the victims of crime? Images of Iraq? That sense of empathy can be transferred across into our own lives. Television, newspapers - all mediums for conveying this message. I don't think it sound far-fetched; God ultimately wants us to be better people, to live out His Holy Word. The most poignant example of this is the death of Jesus - through His suffering, we were saved. I'm not by any means saying that suffering is good, but it is far from senseless. It happens for a reason - God wants us to learn, to change the world, and we can't change if we aren't aware of why we should. There are no accidents, only God's little mysteries.

God Bless.

love,
Jess xxxx

Labels: darren hayes, delta goodrem, God, medicine, procrastinating, theology, UMAT