230910 - i want to conquer the world

I just had a dream that my alarm went off and it woke me up. Why must my dreams be so strange?
I also dreamed about people getting on a bus... And not handing in a science assignment, then my science teacher going off at me. Then in art we had to write a 'short story' and I wrote a hundred pages.
I am dreaming about school. This is bad.

So, I have only just woken up about ten minutes ago, it is 9:35AM, I got about nine hours sleep, I am dead tired, I am home alone and I have just won my first game of solitaire for the day.
I am in a strange mood. I want to clean the whole house, so that when Mum and Dad get home they aren't angry that I did nothing. I think I will start by vacuuming.
Vacuum is such a funny word. Shouldn't it be spelt ' vaccume'? I don't know. That looks funny too. It's a stupid word. Why didn't they think of a normal name for it. Like 'floor cleaner'.

Something Tina pointed out that annoys me is when girls where pants that are so short that the pockets are showing under them. It looks stupid. But then again, if I was skinny enough to wear them I probably wouldn't complain.
Tina's Mum thinks that if its wider than it is long, it's a belt. I love that.

I love the vegetable sachet that comes with Black and Gold cup noodles. I usually pick out the peas, but the carrot is so good. It makes the noodles taste five hundred times better. I wish there were more bits of carrot in the sachet.
I love how underneath where it says 'Beef Flavoured Noodles', it says with two ticks, 'Quality Assured' and 'Includes Fork'.
Is that what people think when they buy noodles? 'Oh, I don't want to buy those, they don't come with a fork', 'hey look! These noodles come with a fork! I am going to buy them now!'
Really?

I just looked up and there is this MONSTROUS spider on my ceiling. Now I'm terrified and can't stop looking at it. It's moving. WHY MUST IT BE IN MY ROOM? Now I won't be able to sleep tonight.
It won't stop moving. What if I look away for a minute and then can't find it again? I'm so scared. It's huge and black. Maybe a Redback but it's too far away to see. Oh no, I think it wants to come down the wall. STAY AWAY FROM ME SPIDER.
Wait, he's going away from the wall. He's walking really slowly, maybe he thinks that I won't notice. Nice try, big, angry-looking spider. I WILL get my mother to spray you with bug spray when she gets home.
OH NO. IT'S ON THE WALL. Please stop moving spider, please, please, please.
I think I am going to cry.
Jess thinks that I should name it Barry the Black Spider. I don't want to name the thing. It might think it's wanted. In that case, it might make a permanent home. Oh gosh, I'm scared just thinking about it.
Now she's trying to convince me that it doesn't want to eat me. Yeah, and Kennedy's are gun shy.
Sam suggested that I use the vacuum cleaner. Not a bad suggestion, but maybe the spider will realise what I am doing and run into the corner or something. Or maybe he will eat the vacuum whole.
When I was little, I was afraid to kill spiders, in case all their relatives came to get revenge. Actually I still think that will happen.
Okay, so, my sister came into my room and I started to complain to her about the giant thing on my roof. She came back a minute later with Mortein and stank out my room, but hey, the spider is dead. I am safe once again.

Random question:
Who's your favourite author?
The OBVIOUS answer to this would be J. K. Rowling. But I'm not obvious therefore J. K. Rowling is not my favourite author. Bet I tricked you.
I love Judy Blume - she's more of a little kiddy author and I read all her book in grade seven, but I still love her books. I also like John Marsden (oh yeah, I started reading the Tomorrow series again yesterday) and Daniel Waters (Generation Dead).
But my all-time favourite author is, of course - Stephanie Meyers.
...
That was meant to be a joke but it wasn't very funny, was it? Sorry, I will never mention her again.

When I mentioned J. K. Rowling before, I remembered that this morning I went in to town with my sister and we went to the toy store. She found a pair of Harry Potter glasses and told me she would buy them for me for my birthday. Score!

070910 - voice of god is government

iI don't like rain very much. I mean, it's lovely to stand in, and to watch, but it ruins my hair. Yeah, shut up, I'm a teenager okay? I love when it stops raining and there's water everywhere. Puddles. I love puddles. Not so much to jump in, although I love jumping in puddles anyway. I just think that puddles are pretty to look at and it looks amazing when you kick it and it ripples the reflection. Makes my sock wet though and that is a gross feeling.

I am a pretty gumby person. I have to look at my feet or else I constantly stumble, and even then. As well as being super unco, I'm pretty unlucky. I make my own luck. I can't remember what movie I got it out of, but the girl stopped on the footpath because she saw a quarter. She turned it over so the head was pointing up and said that it's lucky. Now I turn coins over and pick up heads-up coins. Whenever I have a ten or five cents in my pocket I put it heads-up on the ground or on railings and such, just so someone else can be lucky.

I've got this beautiful Kiwi friend who lives in Christchurch, meaning I've heard all about the earthquake. I've never been in an earthquake, or well, really any natural disaster. The worst I've seen is...Probably ice-cube sized hail or that dust storm earlier on in the year. It's lucky that everyone in the town survived and the worst there was was houses destroyed. I hope, for Tinny's (and everyone else over there) sake, that the aftershocks die down a little bit and people can start repair work.

Random question:
What is your first thought before you go to bed?
This is a stupid question, I laughed when I saw it. Technically your first thought before you go to bed would be your first thought after you wake up, right? I think it was meant to be your LAST thought before you go to bed.
Anyway, I'm not going to answer that question, I just thought it was a huge stuff up on the question-askers' behalf.
Real question:
What happens after you die?
Ooooh, here's another one of those really deep questions. We all have our own views on this stuff I guess but it's actually rather fun writing about it.
I think about this a lot and I don't think I've come to a conclusion just yet...But I'm getting close. I got this off of one of those cheesy Christian computer games when I was like...10. Apparently when you die there are two paths you can take. There's a short path that's really straightforward. Then there's a really long, winding path that takes a lot of effort to get to the end of...But it's more rewarding. It sounds crazy, yes. I can't even remember what's at the end of both paths but I think when you die you get the option of what you want: you can either go on to the "afterlife" (heaven or hell) or you can stay on earth as a ghost or spirit.
Then sometimes I think when you die, you're just a rotting corpse in the ground.
Sometimes I think that you only get to stay behind if you need to clear someones guilt. That was off some movie of some sort.
Then again when I look at it logically, who cares, I'm dead, it's not like I can do much about it. When I die, I'll write a blog and tell you what it's like. I'll probably get lonely six feet under (the stars). Did you see that? Did you see what I did there? Yeah, you probably didn't. Never mind.

I just put spellcheck on and it told me I spelt four words wrong: gumby, unco, Tinny's and ooooh. Silly spellcheck, learn my language!

280810 - fuck armogeddon... this is hell

Well hello there, peasant. This is my blog *points to blog*. I *points to self* am Jessica. It's nice to meet you. Apparently I point alot while I talk (no, not so much online, that was just for emphasis) and I also bounce when I walk. I wear $12 rip off converse that I got from Kmart and I tie my shoelaces back to front. I live off noodles and live in my laptop. Now you know me.
Jessica likes talking in third person at times. Sometimes she imagines she has a narrator inside of her head. Jessica does believe that she will talk in third person for the rest of this post.

So, basically, Jessica posts every few days... Depending on her mood (and internet) sometimes it takes as long as 11 days (resource: http://www.firefliie.weebly.com/), sometimes if she thinks of something good to talk about, a day. Ah, screw this third person crap. It's stupid to type in unless writing a story.

I have a very short attention span and my mind tends to wander easily. I come up with these great things that I can talk about in my blog and then I forget. So I occasionally steal ideas from my friends (pfft...very occasionally).
Something Rachael said: "Why would you buy like, twenty light pink lipsticks?"
She has a point. Who's going to notice if you wear a light pink lipstick one day then a one-tone-lighter pink the next day? No one, that's who. Seriously people, It's a waste of money. But I spose, whatever floats your boat...

Anywho, this is a long enough update for now. Plus I have to stop writing because it's 11:56pm and if it goes past 12 then I'll have to change the title. Sigh. Life is so tough.