Jackie For President

just incase you were wondering

Thu, 26 Jan 2006 21:59:19 GMT

i've got a big, very round, red RED mark on my chest.
it will soon turn into a bruise, i'm guessing?
arm, too.
new helmet needed. damn' OH for being a cheapass highschool when it comes to cool shit, but a richass boca school when it comes to lame shit.

and now for a short message from our sponsors.

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omg thius keyboard is haunted

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jackie is my bees tfriend for maki ng me join such a cooooool sport.

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and now back to our paid programming...

Lacey is assdouche.
But I love her.
I'm in pain, but I love lax cause you know..ima dyke, and all.
Couting freckles on Lacey's face is not the same as counting freckles on Brady's cute, sleeping face, cause lacey is fugly, and infortunatly, awake.

hi mom

pick it up pick it up pick it up

Thu, 26 Jan 2006 04:07:10 GMT

Today was alright.
I'm sore, but I don't know why, because practice isn't tough at all. But today, I realized, that I should really use an inhaler. I have a doctor appointment tomorrow so I need to get one, since my mom threw the one I got around this time last year away, I guess. Today when I was running, I can't breathe at all, but I push myself. And yeah, i'm proud of myself for doing that, but I know that it isn't good. I CANNOT breathe whatsoever, so I should probably stop for some air or water or something. But I don't. I don't let myself. Fuck asthma.
Tomorrow I will be back from my physical in time for practice. Since i'll be legally aloud to play tomorrow, I finally get to get padded up and go in the goal! SHWING! I LOVE GETTING HARDASS BALLS THROWN AT ME BY ANGRY LAX GIRLIES. So yeah, sweet.
I swear i'll die if my GPA doesn't go up. I'm working so hard. :/

I miss Brady.
I had fun with Natalie after school/after practice. We ordered chineese. buahaha.

It's too bad Anthony Rapp is gay.

Thu, 19 Jan 2006 19:27:54 GMT

I feel like I should post these lyrics.
I'm not quite sure why. I think they say a lot, and i've always loved this song.
I'm home "sick" and i'm a little bored, and i'm thinking a little too much.

"in our world's degradation we take for granted
all we have and all that we were given
when was the last time that you looked up
gazed upon a shopping mall and said "how beautiful"

so one more time you hear my voice
we are the youth
you have the choice so use it wisely

they pave the world in concrete
soon nothing will be natural but only artificial
artificial and commercial, a superficial front
for what is wrong: human parasite

where could we have ever gone so wrong
nothing's sacred, nothing's sacred
we're burning lands on consumer demands
there is nothing sacred, nothing's sacred

let's bring it down by fire
please don't give up
where could we have ever gone so wrong
nothing's sacred, nothing's sacred
we're burning lands on consumer demands
there is nothing sacred, nothing's sacred
so go inside, go inside, go inside"

I found a rant from yesterday in school. I had such bad writer's block, and I think I still do. Writer's block is one of the worst things ever. It makes me feel like shit. It makes me feel like I suck, and that I shouldn't be a writer. I don't even remember writing this. Fuck writer's block.

Maybe if I write about writer's block, I could cure my writer's block. There's so much around me. So much to see, and to hear, and to do. So therefore, I should have SO MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT, no? No. Some new inspiration could help. Perhaps i'm just being lazy. There's inspiration all around me. But this place is old. Old scenes. Old people. Old weather. Old drama. Old brother. Old mother. My house is old. The gate behind my house, that connect to the sidewalk is old. The man-made lake that it leads to is old. It's all old, because it's all so new. No history. I find myself being faced with people that I just can't find beauty in. This scares me, because everyone is beautiful. I can't get past their top-layers. Can't get past the masks and acrylic. I can't get past the nasty slurs, even though I know that they don't mean it. This is not a place I want to raise my children. I don't want them to grow up thinking that looks are everything. This place is so fake, and these people are so wrong about life. Such a false reality we live in. This place is so far from my utopia. Look for me up north.
I don't want to be stuck inside these four walls anymore. I want to be out of here, and able to lead a REAL life. With cameras and notebooks and canvas. I want to walk outside and see the sunrise every morning. Im young, i'm aware of this. My future is alredy fucked up, I know. I don't want to hear it, so stop saying it. I think I have enough will to be an okay adult in a couple years. I don't have much longer. I know i'm not an A-student. Want to hear me say it? They've shooken it out of me. I think I can finally say it outloud. I may cry later, but I can look at your face now, and I can say it. I only passed two classes. That leaves five F's. "PBCC, here I come." There, I said it. I just want to write a poem. What's wrong with me? Writer's block is a bitch. Someone needs to do something to kill it. I've never wanted something dead so badly, until I met writer's block. (And the fish Matt Klein gave me doesn't count.) It's paid me a couple of visits since our first meeting.
Someone kill it, please.

I did write a poem yesterday. I feel like shit saying that. "I did write a poem yesterday." Like it's some big accomplishment or something. I use to write a ton of poems in a day. Fuck.

hmm.update?

Thu, 17 Nov 2005 11:58:47 GMT

I wish I could have seen Mae last night. Oh wellll.

The show is tonight. Finally, it's almost over. Starting Monday, I can concentrate on everything else a little percentage more. Please come tonight, guys. It's only 5 dollars for tonight. And it would be highly appreciated. Last night was the first night that I was actually ammused by the show. Haha, I have no idea why. I've only seen it a 38972895793475982375349 other times. Anyways..yeah..go see the show tonight.

Sara's here. Bye.

Sat, 17 Sep 2005 18:02:33 GMT

Hi I'm jackie and I left my livejournal open on brittany computer.

1...2...3...4..5...SIXXXXX!!!!

NEWS.

Thu, 19 May 2005 21:14:45 GMT

So, I have a haircut appointment for the 25th.

DUN DUN DUN.

..should I do it?

Cast your vote: a-yes
b-no

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Mon, 09 May 2005 00:53:44 GMT

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I've indeed resorted to a livejournal.

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 23:15:49 GMT

Comment to be added, slut.