And.Jessica.Draws

Smooth Rides Are Boring

2010-04-06T16:16:00.000-07:00

I just got back from a spring break trip to Arizona and there, I learned a very good lesson: how not to make friends with the staff at a resort.
The first day that my family and I spent at the pool, I went to get breakfast before hand with my sister. In this little cafe i saw that they had VOSS water which comes in these nice glass bottles. I have a pension for bottles so i bought one. Once we got to the pool, my sister started reading the pool rules which were posted right behind our seats and number 1 on that list was "no glass bottles". I put my bottle in my purse until a few hours later when the pool boy brought over a pitcher of water and plastic cups. The cups were blowing around in the wind so i took out my VOSS water and placed the cups upside-down on top of it to keep them still.
Around noon we went to eat lunch on the other side of the pool at the pool restaurant and towards the end, my sister finished eating and headed back to our seats (which we could see from our table). A while later, my mother and I looked over at our chairs and see 3 of the pool staff hovering around our chairs. Then my sister texts my mother telling us that my glass bottle had smashed on the ground when one of the waitresses had moved the table it was on. Of course our chairs were right in the middle of a major walk way and one foot from the pool edge, both of which were covered in shards of glass.
My plan was to stay at the restaurant until it was over with but my mom made me go apologize. We then spent a good hour helping to pick up glass pieces (mostly by stepping on them) and watching an old man vacuum the pool deck and the pool floor.
I essentially single-handedly closed down half of the pool b/c I ignored the pool rules. Let that be a lesson to you.

And Jessica Gets Minor Surgery at a Walk In clinic

2010-03-08T08:40:00.000-08:00

I've had an infected ingrown nail for over a week (gross, I know) so when my Mom came to visit she took me to a walk in clinic.... and so it begins. A young nurse-man came in to get some information and take a look at my toe. He brought two little machines in with him. I could see that one was an ear thermometer but I wasn't' sure what the other was so wen he tried to stick it on my finger I blurted out "is this going to poke me?" (because in my eyes every doctor looks like Edward Needle-Hands trying to stick me with needles) and then he looked at me and laughed saying "no". When the nurse practitioner came in she informed me that shed have to remove some things and drain the toe... etc. and that shed have to numb the area... aka needles. aka HELL NO. She tells me that it will involve 4-6 shots and that I will feel them so... I go pale and require oxygen and anti-anxiety meds.
Those 4 shots hurt worse then any shots I've ever gotten in my arms (later the nurse told me that shots hurt worse in feet and I was VERY glad she didn't say that before I got them) and the pressure of the numbing meds in my toe made it even worse. I was all but screaming the whole time and holding onto my Mom's hand like I was going thru labour. I came close to fainting but didn't (I think Mom was proud) and after the shots I didn't feel anything else and was fine.

And Jessica Thinks Big

2010-02-23T15:31:00.000-08:00

This past week my head has been filled with big, heavy thoughts about big, heavy things that I cannot comprehend or control. Thinking these things makes me feel more productive but its also very overwhelming. I feel like I've gone far and yet nowhere in my first years of college and whether I made progress or have been running on the preverbal treadmill, I feel as if I should be closer to answers. But with every inkling of an answer I find, more questions come with it... and so goes life.

And To Dust We Will Return

2010-02-13T18:38:00.001-08:00

We are made from our environment but sometimes we don't fit into it.

BAHHHHHHHH

2010-02-13T15:56:00.000-08:00

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1fKW0F/www.youtube.com/watch%253Fv%253DD2FX9rviEhw

I can relate.

My Retarded Valentine

2010-02-12T15:59:00.000-08:00

My school is holding a Valentine's Dance. My COLLEGE is having a dance. A college with kids that wear tails, hats with cat ears attached, trench coats, and come to class shoe-less..... is having a dance. A CHAPERONED dance.

Enough said.

Hmmm

2010-02-07T10:49:00.000-08:00

This video shows the winner of 2009’s " Ukraine ’s Got Talent,"

Kseniya Simonova, 24, drawing a series of pictures on an illuminated sand table showing how ordinary people were affected by the German invasion during World War II. Her talent, which admittedly is a strange one, is mesmeric to watch.

http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=vOhf3OvRXKg#t=00

A Suggestion If I May...

2010-02-02T17:09:00.000-08:00

DONT SWEAT THE PETTY THINGS

DONT PET THE SWEATY THINGS.

Virginia Adventures

2010-02-02T16:41:00.000-08:00

I didn't appreciate growing up in Virginia until I moved away. Isn't that how things always go?
As a young kid we had a creek in our backyard covered in vines and hidden by a small grove of trees and large bushes. It was the perfect place for imagination to flow and my friends and I to play. There were numerous stories of man eating turtles and two headed snakes that lived in the creek to keep us occupied. There was also a large "doughnut" bush that we could literally climb inside of and hang out in the round hole in the middle of the bush. Plus the dogwood tree that would give bloom to beautiful pink flowers.
As I grew up days consisted more of kissing under trees, eating McDonalds atop a friend's truck, chasing deer thru the woods, and hanging out in various parks smoking hookah. Any day could be made more wonderful by going to the lake, a park, or the woods.
For one of my birthdays, I went horse back riding in the mountains. Another year it was tubing down the Shanandoa (sp?). And one of my favorite days was when my family and I went apple picking in the mountains.
Now living in a dirty, crowded city I miss the open freshness of the forests and lakes. I never appreciated nature until I was taken away from it. My fondest memories consist of being out doors and, you can ask anyone, I'm definitely not the "out doorsy"type... but I do appreciate beauty and nothing can beat nature.

And Jessica is Addicted

2010-01-28T10:34:00.000-08:00

I realized today how much I love products. Hair products, lotions, creams, nail polish.... why? I'm not sure. Maybe it makes me feel like I'm taking care of myself? Maybe it feels like magic. A pill that makes my hair grow faster? Magic! Polish that makes my nails stronger? Magic! Beauty magic....

So I Look to the Sky

2010-01-26T16:04:00.000-08:00

The grey muck of this dirty city is frequently punctuated with screeching notes of sirens, screams, hollers, construction, and some sounds I just cant identify. Last night, however, I was truly frustrated with the streets apparent decision to keep me awake. As I was falling asleep, I heard a woman singing at the top of her lungs and then a man holler at her asking where she was going. The following noises were fuzzy and confusing but made me picture horrible things. This is not the first time that sounds at night have made me imagine various crimes from CSI re-enacted under my window sill but to top it off, a jack hammer set off a store alarm that continued to sound for hours and hours like one of those sci-fi gadgets that melts alien brains.

So when my assignment in painting class was to do a city scape... I obviously had mixed feelings. I decided to paint a reminder to myself to always remember that there is a huge world outside of this city that I will be a part of soon. So I look to the sky.

This isn't the best picture of the painting but it'll do.

Semester 4; The Beginning of the End

2010-01-23T18:56:00.000-08:00

The day that it began, began like every other day... I woke up.
But really, so far I'm 2 weeks into the semester and it feels like everything, and yet nothing, has happened. Classes are long but not too painful but everything else is a roller coaster... which is becoming normal to me. In the last week I have lost a friend, gained a friend, and made some people mad but some of them forgave me. I've been smart and stupid and sweet and bitchy and lazy. I've painted, peeled off, and re-painted my nails about 57 times. And I've dyed my hair once.
My roommate started sleeping on the floor claiming it's more comfortable then her bed... I'm not sure what to think about that. I'm not complaining but when I wake up in the morning and get ready for class I have to be careful not to wake her... as I step around her. She also hasn't touched the vacuum since we moved in in September (I think on her planet vacuums are toxic or something) so I'm not sure how she can sleep on the floor and not be completely grossed out. She also got some new perfume that smells like an old folks home (a mix of fish, death, and stale flowers) that she sprays in clouds that envelopes the bathroom and mixes with the.... ahem... toilet smell produced after her hour in the bathroom...
But hey, I made about 50 cookies today so it was a pleasant, productive day.

[this isn't my roommate FYI]

The Corpse in the Trash Room

2010-01-14T14:38:00.000-08:00

In the building I live in, the trash room is downstairs so I usually take my trash down on my out for the day. One morning, I was on my way to class around 830, trash in hand. It was one of those mornings where I wasn't awake at all and my mind was pretty much a blank. I opened the trash room door to throw my box of trash in but saw something that resulted in a resounding scream and my throwing the trash into the air so that it landed all over the hallway. When I had opened the door, inside was the figure of a human being posed with legs bent, mouth open in a scream, and hands up by it's head. It had some kind of surface that was the color of skin but consistency of wax as if melted. One word: horrifying.
When I gathered myself and peeked my head into the room again to see what the thing really was, I saw that it was suspended on a coat hanger with a sign saying "do not remove". It was made by a student for an upcoming show and I guess they decided to scare me to death with it before putting it in the gallery.

Mrs. Ebony Sass

2010-01-12T17:30:00.000-08:00

This is my beloved pup who has more personality ten most humans I know.
Once I was going to run outside with her from our basement which has a glass door.... that I thought was open. So did my dog. We both ran SPLAT into that glass door at the SAME time in MID air.
<3

Summer Beach Doodles

2010-01-11T08:12:00.000-08:00

Lazy Days at Home

2010-01-11T08:10:00.001-08:00

Coherency... via text

2010-01-03T21:28:00.000-08:00

Scene: I'm out with a friend having a conversation with Mom via text:

Mom: When will you be home?

Me: Not sure yet

Mom: Im going to sleep. You can play playstation.

Me: Are you telling me to bring my friend over while you're sleeping or are you telling me to play playstation along?

Mom: Close the garage door.

...what?

Dad and the Magic Mushrooms....

2009-12-26T14:52:00.000-08:00

Scene: Dad and I walking past a resraunt called "Mushroom"

Dad: Oh I've been there!
Me: (being a smart a**) did you do shrooms?
Dad: Hehe I dont even know what I did that night....
Me:....wat? You did shrooms?
Dad: Well yea that's what the place is called!
Me: .... you.did.shrooms?
Dad: Yea there were tons of them on my sandwhich.
Me: Dad.... I meant the drug shrooms!
Dad: What! No! What?
Me: Why do you think I said "did" instead of "ate" and "shrooms" instead of "mushrooms"?

Haha he likes to think he's hip but... yea nice try Dad. Funny man.

If It's Not One Thing, It's Your Mother

2009-12-26T14:39:00.000-08:00

Coming home from college is always an adjustment. It took me a while to see the humor in it though. When I come home, within days my mother has me dressing "in season", wearing matching socks, eating fruit, making lunch dates with that "nice boy" from high school, dying my hair the correct color, and wearing make up when I leave the house.

Then I return to school where I clean once a week, eat out of cans, keep my exercise ball under my bed, and go so long with out doing my hair or make up that I forget how.

Mr.... I can't even choose a color

2009-12-24T17:30:00.000-08:00

A while back I went on some dates with this guy who, at first seemed nice and cute and... all that. He ended up being a sexist weirdo but he took me on one date that I will never forget.
I think it was probably your 3rd date (and last) and we went to dinner and a movie. On the way home, he informed me that we were going to stop by his uncle's house to say hi since we were in the area. So we get to this house and I meet him uncle who barely speaks english. As I am shaking his hand.... I see something come out of a room off the left. The room is all dark except for the blue glow of the TV and when the "thing" emerges into the light I realize.... it's a midget. Or a small person... I'm not sure what the PC term is. But he is about waist-tall and has a huge cigar sticking out of his mouth.
I handled myself well and politely shook his hand and we left. I must say, it was probably one of the oddest, unexpected situations I'd been in at the time.

And.Jessica.Dabbles

2009-12-23T20:49:00.000-08:00

We all licked our lips

Ready for the kiss

Surrounded by the numbness

Empty and thoughtless

But then I looked around

And suddenly felt the ground

It rushed up form underneath

And nearly knocked me off my feet

Then as things slowed

Somehow the truth was shown

And as I walked away

Wishing it were a different day

Something changed in me

I saw a new way to be

And from the place I used to lie

I would rise up and fly

I felt beauty born

And I was no longer torn

I knew I would be fine

I knew that my heart was mine.

I put on those soft tunes

I sit in an empty room.

The walls are so bare

But I can’t let myself care.

I push off the ground

And start spinning round.

The bare walls turn fast

And I start to see my past.

I close my eyes tight

Until I see a bright light.

I open them wide and see

That a new world is around me

The walls crumble down

As I spin around

And all my past and all my wants

Fade to ghosts who no longer haunt.

Everything blends

As the ceiling bends

Light shines in all hues

Lights that I never knew

And all of my fears and all of my worries

Fade away and im here, I’m in no hurry

But as the spinning slows

And I forget what I’ve known

The only sound to be heard

Sounds like the spring’s first bird

It’s my own voice

No longer making a choice

I ask for things I don’t know

I ask for more lights to glow

I don't know what I want

But im willing to hunt

I wanna break down

But then I look around

And see these walls.

They stand so small.

Everything’s back

But now I know what I lack

So I try to spin

But can’t move again

And so I sit here.

And so I just sit here.

The music has stopped

So I start from the top

But this time I sing

The songs my heart brings

And they don’t stop.

Drank'n Dat Hater-Aid Baaaaaaaybeeeeeee

2009-12-23T20:34:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gFhzFpY_fl4

Imagine all the people
Living life in peace.
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one.

Definition

Bullying is an act of repeated aggressive behavior in order to intentionally hurt another person, physically or mentally. Bullying is characterized by an individual behaving in a certain way to gain power over another person (Besag, 1989). Behaviors may include name calling, verbal or written abuse, exclusion from activities, exclusion from social situations, physical abuse, or coercion (Carey, 2003; Whitted & Dupper, 2005). Bullies may behave this way to be perceived as popular or tough or to get attention. They may bully out of jealousy or be acting out because they themselves are bullied (Crothers & Levinson, 2004).

Mr. Lumpy Old Milk Creamy White

2009-12-23T19:12:00.000-08:00

I started dating this guy when i got out of a long term relationship. I met him through a friend of a friend of a friend who all became closer friends eventually.... anyways. He seemed nice and responsible and... tall. And 21.... so we went on a date. First date: He's late but picks me up in a showy car and we head to a movie which we are and hour late for because he didn't realize how far away it was... even though he lived in the area his whole life. On the way to the movie... we pull up next to... HIS MOM! And she tried to hand him a sandwich thru the window! When we get to the movie which was semi-ok and he doesn't try to hold my hand or anything so we go to dinner. At first he tells me we're going to some place like... Wendy's but we end up at a nice japanese place instead. The convo was... adequate but it's obvious that he's uncomfortable with silence. Long story short... we go on three more dates and the convos get more boring (aka focussed on his work... which I dont understand or care about and not focussed at all on getting to know him as a person... or me). Then he starts getting really lame.... his jokes aren't funny and he says weird things (like imitating Scooby Doo and acting "ghetto"....). And at the next movie we went to... i started to smell something tangy? It got all up in my nose and it's little smelly fingers started scratching my nostrils painfully. It was a horrible smell. 2 days later, he came over to hang out and i smelled that horrible stench again... i eventually put two and two together and realized it was his cologne. I love cologne... all but this ONE cologne. And he was wearing it. It was a sign.
I ended up breaking it off out of boredom and annoyance. Once i found out that he had 4 cars but still lived with his parents in a one story house... i figured we had different priorities. Especially when, for our second date, he wanted to take me shopping and then watch a movie... in his bedroom in his parents house.
You know how when someone is tone-deaf they sometimes don't know it and think they are actually really good at singing? He was like that.... but with life....

And.Jessica.Paints (1)

2009-12-23T18:37:00.000-08:00

To see more of my art go to :

http://www.flickr.com/photos/45958396@N08/show/

or email me at eyescreamlvr0@aol.com

These are from my first painting class at DCAD:

I hadn't thought about being a painting major until i actually took a real painting class. I always loved watercolor but... I think I was more focussed on collage and print making for some reason.

Phantom Mice Demons

2009-12-23T18:23:00.000-08:00

One night I was drifting in and out of sleep in my apartment late at night. I had just come back from Christmas break and there had been rumors of mouse sightings throughout the apartment building so I had been on my guard. Out of the corner of my ear I heard a faint rustling and scratching noise. I tried to ignore it figuring it was nothing but just couldn't sleep so I turned on the light and looked around for.... something; I'm not sure what (it was pretty pointless because I'm blind without any glasses or contacts). I didn't see anything so i turned off the light and tried to sleep but the supposed mice where haunting my brain so I got up and turned off my fan thinking that it was making something move in the room. After trying for a bit longer to sleep I finally turned on the light and actually put on my glasses to look around. Over in the corner of my room I saw a large piece of paper on the floor, a corner of it curled up against the wall.... moving. The corner against the wall was scratching up and down the wall irregularly as if something were underneath it. So.... I called my then-boyfriend in a panic crying and grabbed a knife from the kitchen... yes a knife. He got to my room, i handed him the knife and told him to stab the "mouse". He looked around nervously for a minute then froze... he looked at me and said "its just air". I, crying, said "No! OMG kill it!" He went to the paper and lifted it up (i flinched expecting a mouse to run out from under it) and.... nothing. I started bawling out of relief and finally fell asleep at 3 am.
Gotta love college.

*About a month later we really did get mice and I moved out for 3 weeks.