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"who turned to coffee off! It's cold!!" You and dad always tell me to turn if off when there isn't enough coffee for another cup... so that's what i did! Anyway, I JUST turned it off... the coffee in the pot isn't cold... the coffee in your cup is cold cause you left it out!
"You can't take any spiced nuts with you to the movie... buy popcorn! it's cheaper! " WTF, not two hours ago you bitched at me that you were making the nuts cause I wanted them... now I can't take them to the movie?!?!?!?! FINE whatever...let them rot in the kitchen, cause I'm the only one who eats them!!
You've spent the last three days baking... for YOUR enjoyment... but your gonna bitch about the mess! and you gonna 'threaten' to not cook anything next year?! get the fuck over it!
JESUS H CHRIST... I'M SO FUCKING ANNOYED WITH MY FUCKING MOTHER AND HER FUCKING TANTRUMS!!!!!!!!!!
"wait, say that again"
"Justin is working on art, I'm working...."
"Justin is working on art, your working on art, and what?" (like I don't already know?!)
"and Rick is doing the dishes"
"Rick is doing the dishes... how'd that happen?"
"well....blah, blah, blah... and i didn't want to tell you,bullshit, bullshit"
"whatever... I got to go Em, bye"
Well.... it's official.... straight from the horses mouth... She got back with Rick.
I'm not sure how to feel about this... for the last two years I thought she was over him and spiteful.... only to find out that he only had to say a few nice words "i love you", "i miss you", "I wanna be closer to you" and KAMBAM, she takes him back.
what fucking shit is this.... is she really so fucking desperate and insecure to just accept him... the asshole back. he hated/hates me. hello sex (rick) and goodbye supposed best friend/ex girlfriend (jo). well, fuck you too!
Elice..... I think I'm gonna be sleeping on your sofa for a couple days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks!
shitfuckbitchassholegoddamnitfuckfuckfuc
it's a good damn thing I refused to get close to you/her again.... I knew this shit would happen
- Mood:
pissed off
I feel like a freshman again... not familiar with the campus... don't know the teachers..... and I feel like the teachers should care.
Calculus is kicking my ass.... and I'd go to the teacher like i've done for every math i've needed help in, except my teacher is an asshole and makes it sound like we should bow down and say thank you for meeting us during his office hours. Weaver is helping me, but I just can't seem to get it. It feels nothing like algebra, I even need a calculator for answers, cause it's literally impossible for me to get the answer. I like being able to look at numbers and variables and figuring it out.... but graphing... and logarithms... no fucking clue.
I need to pass this class.... I'd like a B, but I'd take a C.
FUCK!!!!
- Mood:
frustrated
Anyway... this is my worried, freaking out... omg... rant. I'm all better now, thanks for reading! Jo
- Mood:
anxious
I'm on my knees... praying that the other shoe will drop and it won't hurt ... too much.
I'm on my knees... thanking God for the fact that my mom's heart condition isn't too dangerous... for now.
I'm on my knees... smiling cause it's been a great week.. well the first two days have been.
I'm on my knees... annoyed cause leaving NSU feels like graduating Blenk all over again... minus Tim.
I'm on my knees... crying... for no goddamn reason, cause I'm smiling too!
I'm happy and scared at the same time. Not good.
Later, Love, Jo
hey!
I would like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!!!
Aline, my mom loved the necklaces...so thank you for helping me fix them!!
Weasel, You need to come over... not only do I have to give you presents, but your family too!
oh well, love you ladies and gents!
Jo
PS:
I would like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!!!
Aline, my mom loved the necklaces...so thank you for helping me fix them!!
Weasel, You need to come over... not only do I have to give you presents, but your family too!
oh well, love you ladies and gents!
Jo
PS:
May the meaning of the season be deeper, it's friendships stronger and its hopes brighter.
Happy Holidays!
So, anyways.... I have a chem exam tomorrow, which I think i'm going to fail. If I fail, there is a chance it'll fuck my GPA, which I will admit is only a 3.0, but it's my 3.0, which i haven't had since freshman year in high school. I would need a 3.5 min GPA to get into clinicals, so i think i'm fucked. I'm going to try my hardest...don't get me wrong. And I have the slight hope that since the final is multiple choice, I"ll do fine...(none of the tests have been multiple choice, fill in the blank, or anything remotely like it) ... but despite the fact that i have been studying since Sunday, I still feel like I've gained no knowledge. So I stopped studying it tonight, in the hopes that maybe i'm over studying. We shall see.
My psychology exam should be easy, so i'm not worried about that. and I have an economics test that i have to take by noon tomorrow, another test that i'm worried about. Microeconimics and I don't seem to agree, but that could also just be the internet course doesn't agree with me.
That's all folks. Thanks for listening (reading) to my rant....
Jo
I have a chem test tomorrow, along with my anatomy final...followed by my economics test.
Thursday I will be taking my Economics Final..... and Friday I will be taking my Psychology and Chemistry Finals!!!
Ew. Eww. EEw. Fuck Fuck Fuckity Fuck....
I don't want to take this stuff... is there anychance I can not take it and pass anyway? .....
Didn't think so. Damn.
Oh well....wish my luck..... I just hope I don't die.
L, L, Jo
PS - i need a hug.
Rashad is OCD, Tim likes a mess.
Rashad is EXTREMELY Christian, Tim is extremely Wiccan.
Rashad is so far in the closet he can't see the light of day, Tim is so out you can see him a mile away.
So, after a fight, a call the cops... and Rashad not getting what he wants when he wants it, he is moving... and Rebbecca is following.
*waves* hehe
Later,Love, Jo
PS - apology is not accepted, you sorry excuse for a christian.
HAPPY NATIONAL
COMING OUT
DAY!!!!!
COMING OUT
DAY!!!!!
NICKNAMES
If Laura, Suzanne, Debra and Rose go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Suzanne, Debra and Rose.
If Mike, Charlie, Bob and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Scrappy.
EATING OUT
When the bill arrives, Mike, Charlie, Bob and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back.
When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.
MONEY
A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants.
A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't want.
BATHROOMS
A man has six items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn.
The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.
ARGUMENTS
A woman has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
CATS
Women love cats.
Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.
FUTURE
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
SUCCESS
A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
MARRIAGE
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change and she does.
DRESSING UP
A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.
NATURAL
Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
OFFSPRING
Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.
A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Any married man should forget his mistakes.
There's no use in two people remembering the same thing.
If Laura, Suzanne, Debra and Rose go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Suzanne, Debra and Rose.
If Mike, Charlie, Bob and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Scrappy.
EATING OUT
When the bill arrives, Mike, Charlie, Bob and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want change back.
When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.
MONEY
A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants.
A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't want.
BATHROOMS
A man has six items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn.
The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.
ARGUMENTS
A woman has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
CATS
Women love cats.
Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.
FUTURE
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
SUCCESS
A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a man.
MARRIAGE
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change and she does.
DRESSING UP
A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.
NATURAL
Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
OFFSPRING
Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.
A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Any married man should forget his mistakes.
There's no use in two people remembering the same thing.
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.
I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.
I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.
I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.
And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.
It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.
I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.
I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.
I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.
On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.
If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.
I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.
When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.
I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.
May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.
I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.
I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.
These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
We secure our friends, not by accepting favors, but by doing them.
>>>Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane
>>>Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this happen?"
>>> (regarding the attacks on Sept. 11). Anne Graham gave an
>>>extremely profound and insightful response. She said, "I believe
>>>God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years
>>>we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of
>>>our government and to get out of our lives. And being the
>>>gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we
>>>expect God to give us His blessing and His
>>>protection if we demand He leave us alone?"
>>>
>>>In light of recent events...terrorists attacks, school shootings,
>>>etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare complained
>>>she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK.
>>>
>>>Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school... the
>>>Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love
>>>your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.
>>>
>>>Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when
>>>they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped
>>>and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed
>>>suicide).
>>>We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we
>>>said OK.
>>>
>>>Then someone said teachers and principals better not discipline
>>>our children when they misbehave. The school administrators said
>>>no faculty member in this school better touch a student when they
>>>misbehave because we don't want any bad publicity, and we surely
>>>don't want to be sued (there's a big difference between
>>>disciplining,
>>>touching, beating,smacking, humiliating, kicking, etc.). And we
>>>said OK.
>>>
>>>Then someone said, let's let our daughters have abortions if they
>>>want, and they won't even have to tell their parents. And we
>>>said OK.
>>>
>>>Then some wise school board member said, since boys will be boys
>>>and they're going to do it anyway, let's give our sons all the
>>>condoms they want so they can have all the fun they desire, and we
>>>won't have to tell their parents they got them at school. And we
>>>said OK.
>>>
>>>Then some of our top elected officials said it doesn't matter
>>>what we do in private as long as we do our jobs. Agreeing with
>>>them, we said it doesn't matter to me anymore, including what the
>>>President does in private, as long as I have a job and the economy
>>>is good.
>>>
>>>Then someone said let's print magazines with pictures of nude
>>>women and call it wholesome, down-to-earth appreciation for the
>>>beauty of the female body. And we said OK.
>>>
>>>And then someone else took that appreciation a step further and
>>>published pictures of nude children and then further again by
>>>making them available on the Internet. And we said OK, they're
>>>entitled to free speech.
>>>
>>>Then the entertainment industry said, let's make TV shows and
>>>movies that promote profanity, violence, and illicit sex. Let's
>>>record music that encourages rape, drugs, murder, suicide, and
>>>satanic themes. And we said it's just entertainment, it has no
>>>adverse effect, nobody takes it seriously anyway, so go right
>>>ahead.
>>>
>>>Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience,
>>>why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother
>>>them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.
>>>Probably, if we think
>>>about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it
>>>has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."
Read This Slowly
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73
in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught
so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over,
but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard.
Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was
stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat.
This was worse than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own
church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long
day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday,
a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and
kids."
"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent
the rules a bit -just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something
about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what
you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct ." Ouch.
This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I
was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car"
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door.
Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open
the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack
ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the
left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a
mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his
retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was
this one going to cost?
Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when
killed by a car. You guessed it- a speeding driver. A fine and three
months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all
three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven
before I can ever hug her again.
A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times
I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray
for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
"Bob"
Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head
down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes
later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness
and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73
in a 55 zone. Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught
so often?
When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over,
but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard.
Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was
stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand.
Bob? Bob from Church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat.
This was worse than the coming ticket. A cop catching a guy from his own
church. A guy who happened to be a little eager to get home after a long
day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow.
Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday,
a man he'd never seen in uniform.
"Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this."
"Hello, Jack." No smile.
"Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and
kids."
"Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.
"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent
the rules a bit -just this once."
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something
about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what
you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct ." Ouch.
This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics.
"What'd you clock me at?"
"Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?"
"Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I
was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.
"Please, Jack, in the car"
Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door.
Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open
the window.
The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad.
Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license?
Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack
ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the
left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand Jack rolled down the window a
mere two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.
"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.
Bob returned to his police car without a word. Jack watched his
retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was
this one going to cost?
Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke?
Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:
"Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when
killed by a car. You guessed it- a speeding driver. A fine and three
months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters, all
three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven
before I can ever hug her again.
A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times
I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now. Pray
for me. And be careful, Jack, my son is all I have left."
"Bob"
Jack turned around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head
down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes
later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness
and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
