This is awesometastic. Urban Dictionary has a definition of “Jessicaisms”
Jessicaism- Anything that Jessica says or does that cannot be explained reasonably.
The best part about it is I didn’t submit this to them, I stumble upon it. I love surprises.
Well some surprises. I don’t like the ones where people like to scare me. With that said let me say something else, I am literally the easiest person to scare it ridiculous. I can know you’re there, and if you go “ra” or “boo” and touch me I jump. If you loudly bang on a door once, I jump. I’m not sure if I really want to admit this to give people ideas. But you think by now I would be use to it. I blame you. I wish it wasn’t so easy to scare me. But the weirder thing is horror movies don’t really scare me, sure they gross me out but no scare factor. They are getting really predictable. In Paranormal Activity no scaryness. I was just chowing down on my popcorn. I’m sure if I saw the old school Halloween, Friday the Thirteenth, & Dawn of the Dead. I probably would get scared. I would talk at the characters.
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Ok it’s Saturday night I live in Vegas, and I am home getting excited about watching the Kids Choice Awards, my life sucks…in a way. I’m not ashamed to admit it…sort of. But before you think “wow, she’s lame”, let me just say this, I am only watching it because a certain Monkey was actually apart of the telecast. And I have to say he’s worth it. Now why did I continue watching it after his bit was done? I have no clue. I really don’t, ok I lied I do. I wanted to see if “New Moon” was going to win for favorite movie, and it didn’t. Can you say “epic fail”? Alvin and the Chipmunks won favorite movie. But is it so hard to believe a partially animated movie won at a “Kid’s Choice Awards”? New Moon most likely would have if it was the Teen Choice Awards. But I just have one question, what is the big freaking deal with Justin Bieber? Seriously, he sings and looks like a twelve-year-old. Like I can see where the fanism comes from because when i was 12, I was totally in love with Justin Timberlake. But at least Justin T. can sing, and he doesn’t make you want to look for ear plugs because you eardrums are about to burst. That may be a little mean, but I am not impressed. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend anyone who may like him, but I don’t see it. Just my opinion. I know what my parents were talking about all those years ago…and here I thought parents just don’t understand.
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So this blog is an expansion of three days or more, I really don’t feel like stopping and doing the math. Even though I like math, I don’t want to find out. It’s now officially early Monday morning, and my work week is just beginning. Yay.
Is it Thursday yet? You know what Thursday is don’t you? Well besides April’s Fools Day. No, still don’t know. Ok then I shall tell you. Imagine Dragons are having a show that night. If you have no idea who I am talking about, well then shame on you. They are awesome, and that doesn’t even really describe them. They are way beyond awesome. They are usually compared to the Killers, who are one of my favorite bands, but iD is even better. Their first ep is up on itunes. It’s worth the Five bucks. Their seconds ep was just released. It’s also worth the five bucks.
www.myspace.com/imaginedragons
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Switching gears a little bit, more than slightly actually. Have you ever heard of Alex’s Lemonade Stand Foundation? It’s a heartbreaking foundation against childhood cancer. What makes it heartbreaking is not what its fighting, but how is was founded. Alex Scott, aged 8, started selling lemonade four years earlier to help her doctors find a cure to childhood cancer. During her first lemonade stand she raise over $2,000 dollars. Her goal was to raise at least one million dollars, and she reached her goal during her last lemonade stand. ” if people all around the country hold lemonade stands and send in their money, I think I can do it.” You know what I was doing at age four? Playing with barbies. Alex Scott is my new inspiration. {For more information, please visit www.alexslemonade.org}
*This image belongs to the Scott family*
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I really don’t know what else to blog about. This entry has been kind of all over the place. I wonder where the word “blog” originated from? But my goal for each entry has been to be over 1,000 words. Hmm…have you ever change the font on a school paper to make it longer? Not the “extra-extra read all about it”, but like a paper for class. Say it had to be five pages long, but you were at 4 1/2, so you change it, and it made it five pages. I hated when teachers made it mandatory, that I had to use Times New Roman. That font is small. I like writing the word small. I know I’m a nerd. I am no longer a dork. Thanks to OMG Facts, I found out a different meaning for “dork”, and the meaning is just wrong in all sorts of ways.
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A part of me doesn’t want me to finish this, especially when I’m not in the greatest of moods. I really don’t know what’s wrong. My day hasn’t been the great…and for the reason being is unknown, and that’s unfair. It started out shitty. So today, no matter how positive people were around me I only saw the negative. I hate being negative. I hate it with a passion.
I am really sick and tired of hearing “wow you’re up” or rooster noises when I do get up. I’m sorry I am not up at nine in the morning every single day. I’m sorry I can’t seem to fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning. I’m sorry if I get up past noon, so I can at least get a decent amount of hours of sleep. I’m sorry if I do go to sleep at a standard normal time, I wake up around two in the morning. You know what, I’m tired of being sorry. I’m tired of just being tired.
“Beautiful More So” by Spencer Bell
