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(no subject) [Apr. 23rd, 2009|09:37 pm]
Jessy
My laptop died and I lost all of my novel-related stuff.

Thank god I have backup files on my parents' desktop at home *sigh of relief*

I still lost my rewrite of Chapter 10, meaning that I still have FOUR MORE CHAPTERS to rewrite before I can think of sending it off to publishers. And yes, I really am doing it this time. I'm sending out the manuscript packets to the following publishers:

Firebird
Del Ray
Tor Fantasy
DAW

Any help in finding/getting an agent would be fantastic, as Del Ray won't even look at unsolicited manuscripts.

*faceplant*
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Because The Blood Brothers rock. [Feb. 9th, 2009|01:23 am]
Jessy

LYRICSSSSSS. Hahaha.
Just because IT'S A METAPHOR!

We're the girls chewing styrafoam, pulling at our wigs under a monochrome glow.
The only line's that talking us into bed is the freeway's static drilling holes in our heads.
So don't look away from the clouds leaking rust,
the kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust.
Well, I got shot in the face, it's all on video tape
So c'mon, watch the blood -it's pouring commercial free!

~We Ride Skeletal Lightning
 

Oh, Team Machine!
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum machine's dream.
We watched crabs and lobsters eat a dead cop's throat and stuff our mouths with gutted stereos.
Oh, Team Machine!
Every single piano i've ever met in my life
never sounded as good as melted Casio keys
burning in a sea that sings out in 3-D.
Oh, that Laser Rain kept me up all night again
scratching at the window like a bright colored beast
howling at the dawn like an adulterous priest.
shake your hands like they're full of feathers.
shake your wings like they're laced with sound.
shake your skin like a scrambled tv.
gnash your teeth like a flamingo swarm.

~Laser Life

The Ambulance Angels pull up to the graveyard,
and leave you there bubbling broken sonnets and shards.
The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin
and show them the scrap book of your operation:
His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and lies:
all his secret wishes, all his world famous sighs.
Before you remember, Oh yeah, before you give in,
just remember we're coming back for your children.
~Ambulance vs. Ambulance

Message received:
"Honey I'll be home late, from the office today,
up to my neck in paperwork, yeah,
my boss is such a jerk."

Telephone wire:
"Yeah she bought the story...there's a motel up the street...
so show me your surrender face baby"
~God Bless You, Bloodthirsty Zepplins

And I've done all my addition;
gun plus gun equals bang bang bang.
And I've done my division;
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.
~Trash Equals Trash Flavored Trash

So won't you hold me closer,
just one more minute, until the execution's over?
Won't you behead another, c'mon we're waiting, won't you shock and entertain us?
~My First Kiss At the Public Execution
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(no subject) [Jan. 25th, 2009|07:59 pm]
Jessy
I met somebody last night. We it hit off fabulously. According to Eric, "You two just wouldn't shut up when you were near each other!"

:]

He's quite possibly the most adorable, sweet-hearted guy I've met in Richmond thus far. The fact that he lives in Clifton, is scrawny, wears glasses, and is a history major helps. Oh, and he thinks that the fact that I play video games like Oblivion and Fallout is pretty damn cool. Yaaay.

Let's just hope I don't fuck this one up.
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(no subject) [Jan. 21st, 2009|10:16 am]
Jessy
So Anthony and I came to the conclusion last night that our ideal types of guys and girls just don't exist.

He wants a girl that's 5'7 and looks like a model, but has artistic talent (other than music) and very intellectual.

Me, I want a guy who's tall and skinny, with defined cheekbones and hipbones that is artsy and intellectual. A heavy dose of sarcasm is usually a good thing for getting along with me, but I don't want a complete pretentious asshole. Yeah, too bad that doesn't exist.

Oh well. Viva la' idealism.
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On disliking Biology, refuting Indiana Jones, and the return of Trevor James in my life [Jan. 16th, 2009|05:26 pm]
Jessy
Blahblahblahblahblah.

I survived my first week of classes.

Trevor is in my Biology 101 class, which I have three days a week (naturally, of course). We had our first in-person greeting since I bumped into him on the street back in September, and he gave me a huge hug. Like, not one of those "Hey, nice to see you!" hugs. We're talking a REAL hug. He has a girlfriend, of course.

Whatdafuck life?

On the other side of things:

Introduction to Archaeology=the best class ever. Dr. Gibson is like, 30. Sweetness. What have I learned thus far? Indiana Jones and Lara Croft would actually suck as real archaeologists.
Biology is Naptime 101. The lab, accordingly, is Bullshit 101.
Italian is, well, Italian. I keep wanting to bust out the Latin (setta does not equal septim, stupidass. And you know that letter -u that you totally fogot about? It actually exists in this language. Haha)
My English 200 paper, which is basically an overrated term paper, will thoroughly investigate the claim that Jackson Pollock is the greatest artist of the 20th century. And I WILL disprove it.

I'm minoring in English. Two useless concentrations for the win.
I miss being the over-achiever in history class. I guess that's next semester.
In other news, I now have an overwhelming desire to take an abnormal psychology class. Don't ask me why.

My thoughts are scattered and bullet-pointed mostly because my brain is scattered and bullet-pointed right now. Too many notes, dude.

And yup, I'm back at college. Wanna know how I came to that conclusion? It's 5:38 PM on a Friday night and bitches are already making loud, obnoxious noises in the courtyard.


Oh VCU, how I missed you.
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(no subject) [Jan. 12th, 2009|01:40 pm]
Jessy
Dear life,

I know that I'm stuck living in a dorm for another semester, but can you please make people stop being stupid and immature?

Thanks.



At least Nick has enough witty text messages to keep me smiling, even when I'm to the point of punching the wall in my dorm and sitting off in a stairwell by myself, moping in the rain.

I've kind of exiled myself from...everyone, mostly because everyone that's around me needs a good, hard kick in the ass. Either that, or a serious telling-off from me. Which might happen soon, because do we really need high-school-esque cliques around here? My answer is no. Stop being assholes and grow the fuck up. Yeah, I'm a raging bitch. Sue me.

I'm just um, going to sit here and read my book about the Bubonic Plague, re-write my novel, do crosswords, and do homework. I'M SO COOL.

I miss Cassie :[
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(no subject) [Jan. 9th, 2009|09:33 am]
Jessy
I go back to Richmond tomorrow. Yay! I miss the shitty ole' city, haha :]

And, I have a date tonight with Nick. There's a possibility that we'll be getting back together. YAY! As of yet, however, we're...tenatively seeing each other? It's a strange situation. But like, a good kind of strange. If that makes any sense.

Life is good.
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(no subject) [Jan. 3rd, 2009|09:21 pm]
Jessy
You pissed me off on Wednesday. Calling the type of guys that I'm attracted to "eleven year old boys" was a low blow. I'd say something to your face, but I'm still cooling off so I don't lay into you. I've got a nasty temper, and it's a little flared right now.

Thanks for the utter insult that was. I appreciate it.

I'll be waiting for an apology.
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(no subject) [Jan. 3rd, 2009|05:48 pm]
Jessy

I have a volatile heart and some pretty unpredicatble emotions.

You know, I've always had a soft spot for him, even though it's been something like FOUR YEARS since we broke up. Is it weird that even after that passage of time, I'd still consider getting back together with him if he was up for it too? Hrm.....I have no problem communicating my emotions and thoughts to him -we're just such close friends that I can say whatever I want. I just have to approach this at a different angle than most guys. Not just because he's my friend, but because he doesn't function on the same level as 99% of the male population.

He was always a bit of a challenge. And we all know how I love challenges, haha ;]

I'm also doing some major re-prioritizing in my life. As in these are effective starting now. This means:

-No more smoking, effective once this pack is done. I mean it this time.
-Less binge drinking. Only once a week instead of three, perhaps.
-Keeping my New Year's resolutions for the entire year instead of blowing them off half way through.
-Getting fit and healthy, and staying that way.

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Song of 2008 [Jan. 2nd, 2009|08:22 am]
Jessy
[Current Mood |discontentdiscontent]

Yup. Title says it all.
2008 was a depressing year for me. As such, a depressing song is in order.

A.F.I. ...But Home Is Nowhere

Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun
To understand my, my intimate is no one

When the director sold the show, who bought its last rites?
They cut the cast, the music, and the lights

This is my line, this is eternal
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone

Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tongues
Such revelations while understood by no one
When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace?
Please clear this house of ill-acquired taste

This is my line, this is eternal
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone

Give me something, give me something
Give me something, give me something
Give me something, give me something real

I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle
Everyday another small piece can't be found
I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow
The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit
Pieced together incomplete and empty


This is my line, this is eternal
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone

This is my line, this is eternal
How did I end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural
My prayers to disappear
Absent of grace, marked as infernal
Ungranted in dead time left me disowned
To this nature, so unnatural
I remain alone
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