wut.

do you have a dream journal?

i don't. i should start one.

but i do have a thing on my nightstand where i write my middle-of-the-night thoughts and insights. usually i think these things are brilliant while i'm writing them, (or i am not actually conscious while writing) and always i think they are weird and hilarious and dumb to read the next day.

so here was something i jotted down yesterday right as i was waking up (and probably coming out of a dream...)


i'm glad i decided against giving myself a bowl cut in honor of the super bowl, because i would be regretting it days later (today).


and to that middle-of-the-night insight i say:

wut.

and here's a nail art fail, while we're here.
valentine's day is ruined.

it's a day worth documenting

a stranger asked if he could sit by me in class.

he said he liked my keds.

i said liked his mustache.

i was walking up the stairs in my building as someone was falling down them.

"uh.. are you ok? ok good, see ya.."

a girl came up to me and, in all seriousness, said,

"hey, can i borrow your phone for a sec? i just dropped mine in the toilet."

i laughed a lot. but not out loud.

i kicked a bird.

rather, it flew out of a bush and into my foot as i was walking by.

it scared the ish out of me.

oh, and i finished my homework before midnight.

high school is awesome all the time.

psyche.

feeling like a crazy person because of boy(s) = no bueno

when i was a lad i ate 4 dozen eggs...

This week in french class we learned about a few french foods.

This food?

Croque-madame

It could also be known as

"the food that started Jessie's major egg craving."

Seriously, I saw a picture of the dish and ever since I have been craving eggs like I have never craved anything before.

Just sunny side up, though. It's pretty much all I've eaten for the past two days. So weird.

I think I'll go make another one right now...

Is this bad for my body?

tiger?

In my Popular Literature class, we had an assignment about our "inner animal."
Inner animal? That is basically a patronus, right? Yes.
So, for the assignment, we had to take the "animal in you" test.

Remember how I thought my patronus was a tiger?
Well the result I got from the test was

a prairie dog.

That is kind of a lame patronus if you ask me. So I'll be sticking with a tiger.
Harry could choose to be in Gryffindor, so I'm choosing my own patronus.

But you can take the test here, if you like. Knock yourself out. It's kind of cool, and maybe you'll actually like the animal you get.

main problems

i rush things. i eat fast, i walk fast, i read fast, i write fast. i don't know if i've done this my whole life, or if i'm just now realizing it. i need to learn how to slow down. i don't always need to be in a hurry.

also, i sigh a lot. i don't know how long i've been doing this either. i sigh when i'm happy, sad, tired, confused, excited, hungry, just sitting there, you name it. i don't know why.

weeeird stuff.

burning bridge

One of the coolest things since I got a missionary high five out a car window happened today.

Keetch, Dillon, Cam, and I were doing a radio show during second period. We were talking about Gandolfo's and how wonderful it was, when Gandolfo himself called us and told us we could all have free sandwiches.

Actually, we sort of called the restaurant and told them to listen to KPGR, then we praised them on the radio for 5 minutes, and then a guy (who wasn't really Gandolfo) called in and told us we could all have free sandwiches if we brought them a recording of the show. So we spent most of 3rd period in total bliss eating free sandwiches at Gandi's.

I love those kind sandwich-making souls that listen to local radio stations when high school kids tell them to.

double-take

I saw this picture on a cup of jo yesterday. It kind of freaked me out, because I thought it was me.I'm pretty sure that's exactly what I look like from the back. Weird.

when i was seventeen, i had wrists like steel

I ate a spaghetti sandwich. I'll be making more of those.

I napped on the deck, literally. Right on the wood. For 2 hours.

I felt pretty fussy because of how things are playing out. I watched SNL's Taco Town and felt a little better.

I roasted marshmallows in my backyard. Summer is nearly here.

That's all I have for you. I'm in a weird funk.

fishaphobic.

SCUBA is the coolest acronym.

Sometimes I say Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus just because it's fun.

Someone in my family (it wasn't me) took this picture while snorkeling in Hawaii this past summer.

I tried snorkeling the first day we were there.

I didn't like it.

It was the only time I have ever cried because I was scared.

I love the ocean. So much.

But I really, really hate what lives in it.

Long story short, I'll never ever go scuba diving in my lifetime.

Even though it's the best acronym.

well, today was unique.

• i started getting halfway dressed the night before so i can sleep longer.
  

• "heartbreaker" by taio cruz came on the radio 4 times today while i was driving.
• i ate all my meals while driving today.

• i felt incredibly awkward during biology.
• i got silly putty stuck in ryan's wristband.
• a random guy gave me a thumbs up on my way home from school.
• people have been voting for my video!
• i parred hole #3. aww yeah.
• a british guy told me i looked very mature.

• i got a frozen yogurt.
• i am having trouble formatting this blog post. obviously.

good work today guys.

MLIA.

Today in math I got an itch on my neck. I scratched it. A couple seconds later, my perfume began to smell particularly strong. I am a human scratch-and-sniff.

I am a Mythbuster.

Myth: Male Betta fish are agressive. We put my new{ish} goldfish in with my old betta fish expecting a fight to the death. But, these two have been happily living together for over 48 hours now. A bit of a disappointment, really.

Myth: busted.