jack's

Embrace the Geek!

2011-10-01T14:43:00.001-07:00

This is a poster I created in my Graphic Design class this semester.

Just thought I'd share... What do you think?

But I'm not gonna lie... I'm pretty much only posting this so I can show it off on Pinterest...

In other news: I have been fighting a long, hard battle with the hated Scorpions of the Bathroom. Expect a massively entertaining, enormously heart-stopping, and slightly truth-bending post regarding the ongoing scorpion war sometime in the near future...

Midget?

2011-01-21T22:25:00.003-07:00

Funny How.. Tiiiiimmmmmee Fliiiiiiieeeess! (Tears For Fears style)

Yes, I'm alive.

Yes, I'm still in Thatcher

Yes, I have once again changed my major.

No, I have never kissed a midget... but thanks for asking!

Hello and welcome to 2011! A year that will live in famy (opposite of infamy) as the year I will lose weight, become rich, build a house, get excellent grades, and publish a book! Those were my resolutions and I have yet to begin the first stages of accomplishing a single one! I hope all you people in the world (because I know EVERYONE reads my blog) have better motivation than I do.

This standard blogging format is getting kinda boring... let's pretend we're talking face-to-face. Ready?
Jack: Hello friend! How are you?
You: Hello Jack! Oh, pretty good, thanks.
Jack: How's life treating you these days?
You: You know... can't complain. You?
Jack: Pretty much the same old stuff... thanks for asking!
You: Anytime! I'm always here for you, Jack!
Jack: Awww... I feel so loved!
You: So, you going to school?
Jack: Yeah... still... bleh... I changed my major back to graphic design and I'm actually a full time student this semester so... yay.
You: Well, that's pretty cool. You were always good at that stuff.
Jack: Why thank you, friend! You're not so bad yourself... you know... at whatever you plan to do for a living.
You: You still work at the theater?
Jack: Yep! Being a techie is great!
You: I bet! Hey, wasn't there a rumor going around that you kissed a midget?
Jack: What? Wherever did you hear a thing like that?
You: ... maybe it was someone else...
Jack: It must've been. I've never kissed a midget... I'm sure it would be fun though.
You: ......
Jack: ......
You: .....
Jack: ... so... it was nice chatting with you!
You: ... yeah! I always enjoy our little chats.
Jack: ......
You: .......
Jack: Well, see ya!
You: For sure! Bye!

What do you call a fish with no eyes?

2010-10-12T17:36:00.003-07:00

Yay for fsh! (Get it? Because they have no eyes... or "i"s) I added these little guys and I've been playing with them for like an hour! What a great way to waste time at work...
I've even named my fsh. The red one is Snappy, the black one is JakJak, the green-ish/gray one is Hamilton, and the orange one is Bob.
It's so cute how they follow your cursor around and they get so excited when you give them food! Awwww...

...I just love my new fsh...

ZOMBIE AWESOMENESS!!!

2010-06-09T13:59:00.002-07:00

So I know I haven't posted anything in almost a year and promise I'll catch all y'all up on the random happening of life (if anyone even still reads this haha), but for now I HAVE to share my EPIC ZOMBIE DREAM!! I woke up and was like "holy crap that was awesome!!!" and wrote this (I know it's choppy and seems kinda pieced together, but that's because dreams tend to be like that):

The Game

The object of the game: to get from point A to point B and last through the night without being turned into or eaten by one of The Infected. The prize: a lot of money and, of course, your life.
Point A was Lee Theater, point B the Fine Arts Center. The game started at sundown. There were hidden checkpoints all over campus we had to reach before completing the game. Rumors flew about where these checkpoints were located, but none of us knew for sure. We were forced to search every inch of the college campus knowing full well what we would find in the dark. There were groups of people who decided to stick together- form teams to make the first few hours of the game easier. In my opinion, teams were pointless. There could only be one survivor. Teams would have to turn against each other in the end.

I was at the fifth checkpoint (out of seven) when I ran into some trouble. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all sunshine and lollipops up to this point. I had had to rip up my sweater to cover some open wounds I had gotten (the blood attracts The Infected) and I had to weasel my way out of a few sticky situations. But checkpoint number five was a different story. The checkpoint was located in one of the glass offices on the second floor of the administration building. I could see the glow of the tablet from outside. I quickly made my way into the building through a side door. My stealth seemed unnecessary- as far as I could tell, there wasn’t a soul around.

It was nearly four a.m. and inside the building was pitch black. Luckily I found some road flares an unfortunate player was forced to leave behind at checkpoint three. I hadn’t used them yet since the light would draw too much attention, but stumbling around in the dark was never a good idea. The faster I can sign off on this checkpoint the faster I can get out in open air. I lit the flare and immediately saw three or four of The Infected lumbering towards me. They were pretty easy to dodge as long as you were out of arms reach. I ducked around a corner and up a flight of stairs. Stairs were good. They had a hard time climbing stairs.

The glow of the tablet through the glass walls made it easy to spot the checkpoint. Right in the President’s office. I slipped inside and signed my name on the tablet. Easy as pie. My suspicions rose immediately. Nothing in this game was supposed to be easy.

All my senses alert, I left the office looking for another way down to the ground floor. The Infected I spotted before would be almost up the stairs by now, blocking the way I came in. It wasn’t hard to find the main staircase leading to the lobby where the front doors would be. I crept onto the landing and peered down the stairs. Blackness. I cautiously dropped the lit road flare over the edge and immediately regretted it. The lobby was literally crawling with The Infected and I had just announced my presence. They converged onto the staircase, slowly but surely making their way toward me. I turned around and ran to the stairway that I originally came up, thinking three or four of them would be easier to get around than three or four dozen. As I got to the stairwell I lit another flare and nearly ran smack into one. There were a bit more than three or four now. The stairs were congested with The Infected. While I was occupied with signing the checkpoint they came out of hiding and blocked all the exits. Crap. Apparently, they not only eat brains, they use them too.

I dashed through the nearest door hoping it was a room with a window. I slammed the door behind me and locked it. I turned around and was immediately hit in the face by… a broom? I started to panic. How could I have missed the sign outside? The big one on the door that read “janitor’s closet”? There are no windows in the janitor’s closet. The Infected began to bang on the door, moaning and scratching, trying to get to me. I tried to psych myself up for what was about to happen. I wasn’t going down without a fight. There’s still a chance, I kept telling myself. Still a small chance that I can fight my way through to an exit, or a window at least.

There’s still a chance.

The banging and scratching was louder now. There were more of them. You couldn’t kill The Infected; they were already dead.

There’s still a chance.

All I had to do was knock a few of them over. Create a domino effect. It was difficult for them to get back up on their feet once they were down. More scratching. More banging. More moaning.

There’s still a chance.

The door was about to give in. There was no sense in prolonging the inevitable. I might be able to somehow push past them without being bitten…

Please, let there still be a chance.

The door burst open. The first one in was big. A male. He turned his glazed, dead eyes on me, squinting at the light from the sputtering flare. I kicked him, knocking him back. The plan worked! He knocked over a female behind him and blocked the doorway, giving me time to think about my next move. I could jump over the fat one and bulldoze my way into the room across the hall. It would be a good plan if the room was empty. Not likely. I dropped my flare and pressed myself against the back wall. I would need a running start. I took a few deep breaths and… something grabbed my ankle. It was the female the fat one knocked over, still trapped under his weight. Her grip was vice-like and bony. I tried to kick her off, but she held fast. With her free hand she crawled closer, her matted dark hair dragging on the carpet. She was working herself free from under the fat one. I couldn’t get her hand off of me. She dug her nails into my skin, drawing blood.

More of them were clamoring in the doorway. I had to get out, but there was no way. The female was stronger than I thought and the hallway was thick with them. The female was nearly free of the fat one, her mouth inching closer to my leg. She was going to bite me. She was going to infect me too. I kicked harder but it was no use. This is it, I thought. My last moment was spent fighting off corpses backed into a janitor’s closet. I closed my eyes, waiting for the bite. Another hand grabbed my shoulder… my shoulder?

I opened my eyes and looked up. There was someone there! A real live person reaching for me from a vent in the ceiling.

“Come on,” he said, “grab my hand!”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I reached up and the man in the ceiling pulled at the same time the female with the death grip on my ankle went in for the kill. Her nails dug deeper into my skin, but she was slipping. She lashed out with her other hand and let out a blood-chilling scream. The man in the ceiling pulled harder and I kicked the female again. Her grip loosened just enough for me to wiggle out of her grasp. The female screeched again as the others in the doorway finally made it over the fat male, clawing to get a hold of my dangling feet. The man in the ceiling gave one last pull and I was safe. There was no way The Infected could climb up after us.

I followed the man through the vents and we eventually made it to the roof of the building. Outside, there was no sign of anyone, dead or alive. Without a word he ran to a ladder on the side of the building and climbed down to the ground. I was right behind him.

The next 30 minutes were spent in relative silence as we tried to find a safe place to rest. We found shelter, more people, and the sixth checkpoint in an empty classroom under the fine arts center. I suspected that the 20-or-so people in the room were the only ones left in the game. None of us wanted to risk going to the upper levels just yet. Chances are it was packed with The Infected. I tried to keep to myself most of the time, except to thank the man who saved me in the administration building. I didn’t want to mingle with the people I knew I would have to fight against later. But for now this place was safe and I needed to rest.

I noticed a man sitting in the corner of the room, also keeping to himself. His eyes swept over the room as if he were taking inventory of all of us. His eyes met mine and the look on his face sent a chill up my spine. I couldn’t quite tell why. His gaze was cruel and calculating. He was definitely planning something. But why would he be staring at us like livestock? He couldn’t attack us. That was against the rules. That was what The Infected did. I watched him as an old woman bent and offered him a candy bar, probably stolen from a vending machine. He gave her a twisted smile as he pulled something from his pocket. What happened next was so unexpected I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it. In a flash the man jabbed something into the old woman’s side. She dropped to the floor instantly, convulsing and coughing up blood. I’ve seen something like this before. She was turning into one of them. One of The Infected.

Before everyone else in the room could make out what had just happened the man pulled what looked like gas canisters out of his coat and threw them in the middle of the crowd. They exploded and released a cloud of gas that made everyone who inhaled it collapse, just like the old lady. I quickly covered my mouth. I had to get out. Within moments everyone in the room would become infected. I looked for an exit and noticed a hallway across the room. Staying low to avoid the gas, I made my way to the hall, slipping on blood and tripping on convulsing bodies as I went.

I ran down the hall, but one glance behind me told me I wasn’t alone. The man who had infected everyone was following me. He had a smug smile on his face as he stalked toward me. I ran harder. My mind was racing. Who was this man? How did he get his hands on those gas canisters? He wasn’t one of The Infected. His eyes were too human, too alive. Eliminating the competition, I thought. What a friggin jerk. I turned a corner and ran smack into a locked door. Crap. It was a dead end. The man caught up to me and let out a vicious laugh. He said he didn’t mind that I had gotten away. He said he would rather be up against me in the end than some of the other heavy-hitters. He said he might even let me live for a while. Until he got bored with me. I just glared at him, not sure to believe him or not. He kicked down the door behind me and stepped aside, as if to let me pass. I looked over his shoulder into the room he just opened. I saw the glow of the tablet that marked the seventh and final checkpoint. I eyed him warily. He just smiled that smug, twisted smile.

I took a step and he lunged.

I tried to dodge the syringe, but he was quicker than I thought. I felt the needle enter my stomach, but oddly felt no pain. I could feel my insides convulsing and blood coming up my throat. I fell to my knees, suddenly weakened, the pain finally setting in, but I kept a steely gaze on the man. He stared down at me, smiling his twisted smile. I was overcome by a surge of anger and energy. I took a knife that was strapped to his leg, and slashed at him. The man laughed. But then the twisted smile faded into a look of surprise. He didn’t realize that I had cut my own arm before cutting him. My blood was in his system. He was infected too. He fell to the floor, clutching his stomach, blood spurting from his mouth.

Before I lost consciousness in a pool of my own blood, I looked the man square in the eyes and said, “See you on the dark side.”

Home!

2009-08-25T20:49:00.005-07:00

So! Summer is gone and so am I... from Snowflake...

School started and I have a heck of a scedule! But most of them are fun classes because all the nursing classes I need are full! BAH!! I predict I'll still be going to E.A. when I'm 40! Sheesh!

Story time! During the summer I did some graphic design work for a bed & breakfast. It's one of the oldest houses in Snowflake and, like any old house, has it's share of ghost stories. Well, I was outside taking pictures of the grounds and there were two of the guests also taking pictures with their phones. One said guest in a black dress and huge sunglasses (looked a little bit like... what's-her-face) walked up to me and asked if my camera was digital. I thought she might be a camera buff so I proudly said "ya!" and was preparing to answer a few more questions about it. Said guest then threw me for a loop and asked if I was "getting any orbs?" Haha! I kinda laughed at her... just a little bit and she explained that orbs were "like, a ball of energy...the closest thing you can get to a ghost". While laughing on the inside I politley said that I haven't been getting any orbs... but I would let her know if I did. I continued my photo shoot and thought nothing of it.

A few days later...(you think you know where this is going, but you DON'T)... I was at the b&b again going over a few things with the owners and they were all excited because they realized they had a celebrity stay with them and they didn't even recognize her! Apparently Kirsten Dunst and a friend were travelling from New York to L.A. and wanted to stop in Vegas and I guess Snowflake is on the way! Then I realized... HEY! That was her! Who knew Kirsten Dunst believed in ghosts! Don't beleive me? I have proof!

O.K... so it's not the best picture... but you can totally tell that it's her! I'm not being funny! It's the truth!

.... promise

Moving!

2009-05-27T15:55:00.004-07:00

I can't think of a creative way to update y'all on what's what so this post is just gonna be one of those boring, here's-what's-going-on-in-my-life posts... bear with me... or is it bare...

Anyway,

I am now a resident of 135 Meadowlark! I decided to chill (literally) with my family in Snowflake for the summer and so far I'm enjoying it very much! I'm still in the proccess of getting all my stuff unpacked but I was able to hang up my beloved posters!! WOOHOO! Reunited and it feels so good!!

I also signed up for some online summer classes and I'm still wondering just what I got myself into! Bah! I'm sure once all the moving/working slows down I'll be able to get my sea legs.

That's about all the news I have! I'm sure there will be more fun and exciting stories to come! After all, I am living in the craziest cul-de-sac in Snowflake!

story time

2009-04-27T12:29:00.003-07:00

I sat here at my computer with the intent to tell a story... but I can't think of any. So I thought I would tell a joke instead. But as I type this I can't, for the life of me, remember any good ones! (Guess what?... CHICKEN BUTT! Doesn't count, does it?)

Oh! Just thought of a small incident that happened the other day:

It was another one of those days where I just HATE scorpions...like every other day. Except this day was extremely hot. I mean H. O. T. Flaming pit hot. I just got home from work and I'm up in my hot room, taking off my shoes, ready to kick back and, I don't know.. update my blog or something. And then I remembered that I have some ice cream in the freezer downstairs! Happy day!! I jauntily galloped (as jauntily as one can gallop with heat stroke) down the stairs and into the back room. I opened the back door and prepared to step over the threshold and obtain the yummy, cold goodness that is Butter-Pecan ice cream.
It was then that I chose to look down. Much to my surprise and dismay my eyes fell upon the sick, unnatural, evil body of a scorpion! It was just standing there, staring at me with it's nasty little eyes and it's wicked little stinger! I froze. There was nothing I could do! This horrid spawn of Satan caught me off guard and, seeing as I had no shoes on, unarmed.

I shut the back door and walked up to my room...
Butter-Pecanless.

Stupid scorpion

monday night poker

2009-04-14T22:42:00.003-07:00

As you may or may not know, every Monday night at the Bull Pen is Texas Hold-em night. So me and a friend decided to randomly go just to see what it's all about. We were having a great time watching the game, chowing down on beer-battered deep-fried goodness, sipping our cokes and grenadine, when all of a great sudden a shouting match broke out! Apparently some dude was caught cheating (and I don't see why this was a big deal seeing as they don't gamble with real money) and the bouncer had to intervene. The big bouncer that looks like Peter Jackson. The one that got stabbed like twice. Being a man of large stature (not Nephi large... more like Buddha large) I thought it quite odd that his weapon of choice was... pepper spray. It was immensely effective, however, in the confusion Peter Jackson forgot how to aim. I was downwind of the infernal pepper spray and got a facefull of the stuff. So today, if you saw me, I was not crying. Or tokin it up.

Now I suppose I should tell the real story... but it's not as entertaining. It's actually quite boring. So maybe I won't tell. (Muahahahahahahahahaaaa)

random thought

2009-04-10T15:56:00.002-07:00

I was just thinkin the other day...
If one were to splice crocodile DNA with that of a goldfish (specifically the growth gene), would one end up with an orange croc that grows depending on how big the body of water in which it lives?

Jessica’s Very Secret and HIGHLY PERSONALLY EMBARRASSING DIARY…

2009-03-30T19:32:00.003-07:00

I just decided that I'm gonna try to update this blog more often. But there is a problem. You see, nothing happens to me! But I'll give you a run down of my day anyway:

I got up, joined the legeons of the mindless zombies (facebook), mailed like 8 movies, went to work, got my honey mustard chicken wings (mmmmmm!), came home and here I sit.

Actually, my day is far from over! I get to go to a nursing home at 11pm with a friend and scare the pants off ourselves till 3!

And that's about it!

p.s. you should be proud of me! I haven't watched Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog in like 3 days! (but I listened to the soundtrack yesterday heehee)

wish me luck!

2009-03-29T20:39:00.005-07:00

Eureka!! (sp?)

It's finished! I've been working on the "frame my future" scholarship for a while and this is the finished product! I hope whoever pics the winners thinks this is worth $1,000 cause I sure need it!

These are samples of previous winners

http://www.diplomaframe.com/pages/734_entry_piece_examples.cfm

And now... here's mine (with the description I'm gonna send in)!

I’ve always known that I was meant to do something great. That I would be immortalized in history books all around the world. My children’s children will be taught of my great accomplishment, or discovery, or invention. I just had a little trouble deciding what that great accomplishment would be. First, I wanted to be a writer. Well, as it turns out, English wasn’t my best subject in school. So I decided to become an archaeologist instead but I realized archaeology wasn’t at all like Indiana Jones made it out to be. Then I decided to get my creative juices flowing and become a graphic designer, quickly coming to the conclusion that classes and deadlines take all the fun out of art. I considered everything from technical theater and photography to culinary arts and special effects make-up, eventually deciding that each one would be better as a hobby than an actual career. I was in an educational hiatus.
And then I moved. My grandmother was getting on in years and needed someone around the house to help out a bit. Within a month of my moving in she was hospitalized with a bacterial skin infection called Cellulitis. If I had not been living in her house my grandmother would not have been able to leave the hospital for at least a month. I was able to apply ointment to the infected area and change bandages for her daily. Everyone told me I should become a nurse. I would reply with a shrug and say something along the lines of not being smart enough for a job like that. But the seed was planted.
About a year later my grandmother’s Cellulitis flared up again. Another trip to the hospital. More ointment applying. More bandage changing. But this time it was different. I started imagining myself actually doing this for a living. Helping people. Making a difference in someone’s life. My mother is a nurse and I was able to see the difference she makes in others lives and the satisfaction she receives from her work. Slowly but surely the decision was made. I am going to be a nurse like mom.
The medical symbols in my illustration are just a few of the places in the world that have reported critical nursing shortages, including South America, Western Europe, China, Australia, South Africa, Canada, the United States, and Siberia. I feel I would have the ability to help areas in need if I were to receive the proper education. This is how I “frame my future”.
The road will be hard, but I am ready. The journey will be long, but it will be worth it. I believe that with the proper education I will be great. And I am not afraid.

random comment of the day

2009-03-28T01:06:00.001-07:00

"Dreams are easy to achieve if hope is all I'm hoping to be"
- Penny's Song form Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

I have the songs running through my head 24/7! Sheesh!

random comment of the day

2009-03-22T23:00:00.003-07:00

Home is where the heart is

So your real home's in your chest!

- Captain Hammer (Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog)
(It's funny! Watch it!)

yay for me!!

2009-03-11T17:10:00.003-07:00

I just wanted to announce that I finally decided what I wanna be when I grow up! I'm going into the nursing program! woohoo! It's gonna be crazy hard but I'm pretty sure I can do it! I'm thinking about maybe getting into forensic nursing. That would be cool.

Anyway! It's spring break and I'm in Snowflake working on scholarship applications and trying to find more ways to earn money for college! Bah!

(Oh and I remembered that I DID, in fact, write the thing about the pineapples... but I can't for the life of me remember WHY!)

um...

2009-03-02T19:23:00.004-07:00

I might just be losing my mind... but I don't remember posting that last comment...

Don't get me wrong, I DO like pineapples. A lot. But I'm pretty sure that wasn't me... I mean, I like apples too, and mangos, and bananas (that's a fun word to type...bananas...). So here's a shout out to all my favorite fruits (just so they don't feel left out)!

Someone has some 'splaining to do!

2009-02-17T19:23:00.000-07:00

I like pineapples A LOT!!!

Still Alive!

2009-01-13T01:15:00.005-07:00

I know I know... it's been a while. And in case you were wondering I AM still alive, contrary to popular opinion. I'm also not a vampire... yet... long story. I promise I will catch everyone up on all that has happened to me these last couple of months but for now I just wanted to say WELCOME! To my new followers: My dad (wheatisisms) and the mysterious man in black (I wonder if he has anything to do with the mysterious black car..)! And HELLO AGAIN to my old followers! You'll hear from me real soon...promise!

thinking about hot chocolate,
jack

Jessica’s Very Secret and HIGHLY PERSONALLY EMBARRASSING DIARY…

2008-11-14T16:38:00.004-07:00

Nov. 14, 2008:
So remember the Mysterious Black Car? (Yeah, I named it; MBC for short) Well it’s still following me. Holy crap I’m annoyed! Also really creeped out…. More later…
A bit paranoid,

Jack

so you can't really see it but it's there... trust me

there it is again! bah!!

Jessica’s Very Secret and HIGHLY PERSONALLY EMBARRASSING DIARY…

2008-11-05T16:06:00.001-07:00

Nov. 5, 2008:
It’s pretty common, living in a place like Thatcher, to see a lot of the same people. The people you see at noon on the way to class, 10:00 pm at Wal-Mart, on the way to work, at work, on the way from work… you get the idea. You get pretty familiar with their mode of transportation too. There’s that chick with the moped (on the way to Biology), that dude with “that’s what she said” written on his back window (I see him at Wal-Mart a lot), and then there’s that creepy guy on his bike (you never actually know where he’s gonna pop up).
What isn’t common, however, is to see the same vehicle EVERYWHERE you go. Especially a fancy black one with heavily tinted windows. The kind of fancy black vehicle that I’ve seen so much lately I’m beginning to think it’s stalking me. I’ve never been able to see who the driver is and I’m getting a little curious. Hmmm…
And now for something completely different:
Have you ever had one of those days where you just hate scorpions? I have. Take today for instance. I walk into the bathroom to take a shower, I get the water running, I go to step inside and BAM! I see a scorpion! IN THE SHOWER!! The nerve of these household pests! Honestly! So I yell at it, freak out for a little bit, take a few deep… cleansing… breaths… and unceremoniously remove it’s stinger with a razor and flush both halves down the toilet. Look out scorpions! I’m merciless!!
R.I.P. Michael Crichton. Author of suspense, gore, and mystery dies of cancer on Election Day. Poetic in a twisted kind of way.
Speaking of Election Day… no… I changed my mind… let’s not.
Still a little jumpy,
Jack

EMBARRASSING not EMBARRSING oops...

2008-11-04T11:17:00.003-07:00

This isn't my official post for the day. I just realized that MY BOSS (not me I swear) spelt embarrassing wrong. So for all you smart people out there who noticed that right off, I fixed it. It's OK. And for all you dyslexics out there like me who didn't notice that anything was amiss, just ignore this post.
More later
Jack

Jessica’s Very Secret and HIGHLY PERSONALLY EMBARRSING DIARY…

2008-11-01T16:43:00.000-07:00

Nov. 1, 2008:
I called the number on the card the dude in the suit gave me. Totally bogus! There was no answer. Only this automated voice that repeated the same thing over and over. My phone kept cutting out and I couldn’t really hear what it said… Something about “tracking”… I don’t know….
Oh! The weirdest thing happened to me last night (or this morning I guess). I had just gotten back from this Halloween party at about 4 a.m. and was about to crash when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number but I figured it was some pranksters trying to scare me or something so I decided to play along. I answered, there was a series of beeps, and yet another automated voice said that I had been “activated” (seriously, that’s the word they used!) and then the line went dead. I called them back but the number had been disconnected. Odd…The pranks are getting lamer every year! I swear…

Me in my awesome guitar hero rock star costume!

That's no moon... It's a space station!

Ya... They're real

Random creepy homeless guy at the institute dance

Jessica’s Very Secret and HIGHLY PERSONALLY EMBARRSING DIARY…

2008-10-29T17:16:00.000-07:00

Oct. 29, 2008:
Today a man in a suit came up to me and said he had a job offer for me. All he would say is that I “fit a profile”. He handed me his card and walked away. Interesting…
Other than that my day went well. Suzie gave me permission to kill myself. Woo hoo!

ello ello ello!

2008-10-27T17:04:00.001-07:00

So... I now have a blog... Who would've thought that someone who refused to get a my space or facebook account for so long would finally cave and start her own blog!? I certainly didn't. Anyway... let's get down to business!

For my first blog entry ever I would like to announce that I have absolutely nothing to announce! Isn't that great? I certainly think so. Actually, nothing much happens in my life that I would post on a blog so I guess that makes this blog similar to a television set on a honeymoon... (unnessasary haha)

For all you readers out there who are looking for awesome, hard-core, laugh-till-the-beverage-you're-currently-drinking-spews-out-your-nose entertainment, I'll try to make my life a bit more interesting (or at least make up some totally crazy stories). Until then, have the fun! Thanks for reading!