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I was standing in line gettin' hit on at the bank...
Well, this morning I woke up and my left eye was swolen shut (I think that God is smiting me for that shitty Steven Spielberg movie I made -- I wasn't 'all there' when I made that...) So, I laid in bed for a few hours and stared at the ceiling through my right eye. The swelling eventually went down at least enough to where I could open my left eye. So I got up, and did the only thing that I could think to do: compain about it to anyone who would listen. That anyone ended up being my mother, who decided that I probably shouldn't sleep with tons of make-up on again. I think that keeping on the 38943 tons of make-up that I wear for extended periods of time irritated my eyes (since the majority of my make-up efforts go towards the eye-region). So, I decided to not put on any make-up this morning, which made me completely selfconcious for the rest of the day.
And, you know, then my mother and I decided to go to the mall...
They solve world issues as they lay out by the pool...
Yeah, I love shopping. I do; I will admit it. But I don't love shopping when I'm surrounded by people who deserve nothing more than an ice pick jabbed directly into their skull. Honest to God, I was in the Vans store and I thought that I was honestly going to have to pull a skateboard off of the wall and smash some skulls with it. It was that fucking intense. First there was two blond girls in there who couldn't decide what shoes they wanted to buy, which is fine. And then the worker there helped them decide, which was fine. What was not fine about the situation was that they were extremely hot and easy, and the worker was extrememly popular-looking and horny. So, it turned into an hour-long conversation regarding how much money he has, how hot he is, and how they should all hook up after his shift, etc. Let me remind you that at this time he was the only one working there, and there were plenty of other customers who also neede assistance. But, you know, they weren't easyfucks like the two blonds, so they obviously don't deserve as much attention. You picked a great day to think of yourself, asshole. I eventually got the attention of another worker who walked out of the backroom, and he helped me. As I was trying on some shoes, a group of about six teenage Asian girls walked in with a digital camera -- and they started posing with shoes. And after every single fucking picture they took they would say, "OMIGOD, THAT IS DEFINATELY GOING ON MYSPACE!" or "THAT IS SO MYSPACE!" or "YOU'VE GOT SOME MEAN CURVES, TIFFANY!" or "THAT'LL GIVE HIM A HARD ON THAT HE'LL NEVER FORGET!" (these are all real quotes) and every single one of them had the most obnoxious laugh that I have ever heard in my life. And they were all about a foot of where I was sitting -- and then they all took the liberty of calling their boyfriends and EACH ONE OF THEM had fucking PHONE SEX with them in the middle of the FUCKING STORE.
I'll neverever be a normal jerk like you.
I left the mall in one peice, but just barely. Well, actually, I should say that I left the mall and everyone inside was still in one peice, but just barely. There was one point in my mall visit when I was standing in the maternity store, and I looked into Journeys, which was across the way, and I spotted the television. I started staring at the music videos playing in the store, but I couldn't hear the music. So, all I saw was exactly what was really happening, without distraction -- obvious lipsyncing, half-naked women, disgusting wastes of money, and horrible exploitations of sex.
There should be more to being famous than just having sexual appeal.
There was one point during my mall visit when I turned to my mother and said, "I definately hate humans." And my mom turned to me without hesitation and said, "Well, that's okay since most of the people here are robots anyways."
What goes on in the head of a girl with no mind?
Earlier today I was talking to my mother and she brought up the opinions of Albert Camus (pronounced: Kam-oo), which is that there's really no reason to not commit suicide. Camus said that, unless your some sort of God like Bob Dylan or something (I added the Bob Dylan bit...), and the best that you have to give is possibly mediocre, and you don't plan on changing the fucking world, than why continue living? If you're not going to do anything of worth, than why are you alive? If you're not going to do anything of worth, than you're basically now just wasting natural resources, et cetera. And, really, that's a really fucking good point. But don't worry, friends and worriers, this doesn't mean that I'm going to kill myself: because I plan on changing the fucking world.
Jessiqua Down: Most likely to: start a revolution.
Well, on a little bit of a more chipper note, Bob Dylan is coming to town this October, and I'm absolutely thrilled. I've seen him once before, but it will be amazing to see him again. <3 So, that's fucking exciting.
You're the glue I want to huff.
Oh, also, I'm staying in Renton until Thursday because I'm going to a protest down in Bellevue in favor of net neutrality. You guys should come, too.
Lessons learned today:
- Jessiqua needs to be able to feel confident in herself with or without shitty make-up
-Taking Jessiqua to the mall right after she's decided for the 9948905434389064th time in her short life that she hates the entire world is not a good idea.
- Jessiqua is a fighter for net neutrality.
EDIT: I thought I'd clear this up: I know I say a lot that I hate most humans, et cetera, but, so that there's no worries: that doesn't mean you. If you're reading this, I'm probably madly in love with you. Or at least I love you dearly because you're my fucking friend (like it or not). No worries, darlings.
EDITEDIT: You can probably ignore this post -- I'm in a shitty mood.