Hello everyone. This is a very serious post. No, no it's not. Actually, I'm just writing this to let you all know that I will forever (at least, I think forever) be retiring my easyjournal and moving on to bigger, better, and bolder things. For instance, my new blog: http://jessicalynnevans.wordpress.com/. It's really cool and original and whatever. I'll be able to post pictures without having to mess around with html, cause it's a pain in the ass and I don't always remember the right codes and stuff, so sometimes it screws everything up and just blah! I'll basically be going from a 20 year old's type journal to a 13 year old's type journal, so I think it'll interest you all a little more, because if you're friends with me, chances are you have the mentality of a thirteen year old. Okay, anyway, I'll miss you, easyjournal! You were good to me for the past two years of my life.. and it's time to move on..


Current Music: Boston- Foreplay/Longtime (perfect theme music for right about now)
Current Mood: Sad that I'm ending my easyjournal but excited about my new journal! :o)

Advice for the Day:
LISTEN TO YOUR HEART, THERE'S NOTHING ELSE YOU CAN DO. I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOIN', AND I DON'T KNOW WHYY. LISTEN TO YOUR HEART BEFORE HE TELLS YOU GOODBYYYYEEEEE.

That really sucks as my last "Advice for the Day." Oh well, it's almost 2:30 in the morning and I'm tired. What do ya want from me?

"I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me. "

First, let's get the obvious outta the way: Happy Valentine's Day, everybody!! I don't have a valentine, but that's never really bothered me, so I guess it's just like every other year. My mom got me a card and gum and a cookie and one of those mini chocolate things with three choclates and the top says, "UR GR8" and I thought that was really cute, so I think I'm gonna keep the top of the box and hang it up or something super gay like that. Aaaanyways...

So, did I wake up at four in the afternoon on Monday? Could the answer be, 'yes'? I believe it is! I don't feel that bad about doing it, though, cause I got a job now so everything I do is legi, even if I have only been working for, like, a week. It's on, now!
Speaking of work, last night there was a group of about seven kids and (I think) three adults. As they were paying and getting ready to leave, one of the kids pulled the fire alarm. I felt more bad for the parents cause they seemed super embarrassed and they bolted outta there before we even realized that in the chaos of it all, we forgot to discount their kids meals (kids eat free Monday-Wednesday. Yippie!) so whoops to that! So, yeah, I felt more bad for the adults until I found out that the manager who was working didn't have the key to turn off the alarm, so it went off for literally at least ten minutes. Ten minutes of high pitched beeping. I felt bad for everyone who had to be in there for that time. I must say, though, I felt the worst for the dishwasher/SAs cause it was seriously the loudest in the dishwasher room. Thaaaat sucks. And we had to wait for one of the other managers to drive there and turn it off cause they actually had the key. *sigh* Good times.. and also, today is my last day of "training," which means it's my last day I'm gonna have someone with me making sure I'm doing everything right. I've been training for three days now, but I've only done a handful of cash transactions and I don't even have my password for cash/register access, and I'm gonna be the only one doing hostess tomorrow morning, so hoooppeffulllyy I'll get everything set by the end of the day today. Haha. Or else.. well, I dunno! Or else I'm totally screwed, huh!?

There was a lot of stuff I was gonna put in here, but I just don't remember it all! Oh! I watched a video on ebaumsworld of this kid getting stabbed by scissors which sounds really gross and weird and whatnot, but I swear to God, it is the funniest thing on the planet. What makes it so funny is the kid's reaction. And also the fact that the kid who threw the scissors was fat. And NOT JOLLY AT ALL! But the look on his face is priceless when he realizes that he probably shouldn't have thrown the scissors. Oh man, so funny. I love it. Here's the link (that's right, I favorited it): http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/10959
And let's not forget to mention that the boy who gets stabbed has kind of a hot body, giggity giggity!

Anyways, I think that's it for now.. make sure you congratulate Penner for making blueberry pancakes all by herself (I don't even know how to make regular pancakes so yup.) I also think I'm getting a zit on my jawline and it's one of those semi-painful ones. Gaaahhh. Well, at least I woke up without the help of an alarm at seven thirty this morning (crazy) and I think it's simply because I went to bed at midnight instead of three thirty in the morning like I usually do (crazier) so instead of taking a shower, I'm gonna go on youtube (seeing as how I no longer have a tv in my room.. shitty!) and search for ghost videos (yes!!) ok bye!

I am totally goin' crazy with this whole posting thing. I'm almost writing as many entries as I did when I first started this thing back i the 80s! Just kidding, it was back in the 2005s. But anyways, there were a few things that I thought of just now that I wanted to write down and this is probably one of the first times ever recorded in history that I've been at the computer when I thought of something to write down. Actually, I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, but if you've been in my house, you know that my bathroom is about two feet from my room so as lazy as I am, I decided maybe I should just take that journey from the bathroom to the room, seeing as how I was planning on making that journey, anyways.

So I was on myspace which is really weird because I check that thing like once every six months now it seems like, but I'm suddenly starting to check it a lot more. Like, once a day! It's nuts! I'm actually getting back into it.. not as much as back when I first made mine. Just for the record, I made my myspace back when pretty much only emo kids with the letter 'X' in their display name had one, and I simply decided to make myself one so I could look at my friends' pictures, and then, of course, like everything else I do in my life *ahem; see: minesweeper, facebook, WWTDD.com, chinese checkers, chewing gum or sucking on mints, making lists, buying things, applying chapstick or lip gloss of any sort*, I got addicted. Sooooo, yeah. Now I'm actually starting to care if people leave me comments on my page or pictures (which, of course, they never do cause I don't leave comments on anyone's page cause I was never on) and even when I first went on the site, I didn't really give a shit about bulletin posts, but now I'm actually starting to fill out those stupid/addicting surveys about myself because I guess having my own online journal to tell everybody about how great I am just isn't enough anymore.. and my self importance level just went up by, like, seventeen points, so that kinda sucks and I just realized that I forgot to water my plant this morning when I woke up. I named my plant George and he's a good plant. I named him George because I probs def was high one time and I thought of George of the Jungle and I was talking to my plant and told him that he's gonna grow and grow because he's a strong little guy and one day he's gonna grow into a huge jungle. I'm not really sure what kind of plant he is, but I'm pretty sure he'll stay about the same size he is now, which isn't much bigger than my mug that I use for my coffee, but you gonna be positive about things like that. Who knows? What if my mom's boyfriend gives my plant some sort of crazy miracle grow stuff and he grows into a huge, bigger than a human plant and begins to terrorize people because they're horrible to the environment. He'll look at me and say, "You were an awesome owner and you took great care of me, except for that time you left for Hawai'i for three weeks and forgot to tell anyone to water me and I almost died. But then you saved me by completely drenching me in water for three days straight. I'm surprised I didn't die of shock. And also you pick up cans and save the environment 5 cents at a time. And you told me uplifting and empowering speeches. So, I think you, Jessica, aka- my previous owner. I'll call you someday when I'm done with my terrorizing spree." And I'll say, "Fare thee well, George!"

Did I just go on a tangent? The answer is yes. Yes, I did.

I am currently reading a cook titled, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, by David Foster Wallace, and it's really good. That's kind of an understatement, but so far I really love it. It's only like 300 and whatever pages, so it's not a long book (though some might consider that long, but I had to read Paradise Lost by John Milton and The Bible so yeah.) It's really a collection of short stories that are really ultimately connected in a subtle thematic sense, but I'd say that the "main" plot line is that there's this grad student who just went through a break up with her boyfriend, who doesn't really give her much reason and not very many answers as to WHY he's actually breaking up with her and so she interviews all sorts of men as an anthropological dissertation. I think she does it to try to discover the truth behind men and their thoughts that fuel their actions. I guess one could see it as a sort of, He's Just Not That Into You type of story, except that BI is on more of a higher literary level. Plus, He's Just Not That Into You explains to the reader that men are essentially really simple, while BI is more of a, "men are far more complex and fucked up than you thought" type of idea. I'd love to see Wallace (author of BI) and Brehndt (co-author of HJNTIY) get into a discussion because I feel like every issue that Wallace would raise, Brehndt would shoot down with, "that's just bullshit." Hahahaha, God, I'd love for something like that to go down. But ya know what? They're basically saying the same thing.. and those "hideous men" are really just vexed by demons that haunt everyone. Think Edgar Allan Poe type characters. Anyways, I always read a little bit of it every night before I go to bed, but last night there was this line in the footnotes that really just struck a chord with me:

"You may or may not want to spend a line or two inviting the reader to consider whether it's strange that there are literally a billion times more ways to 'use' somebody than there are to honestly just 'be with' them."

I would explain the context of this line, but it's really so complex that the thought of condensing it really just gives me shivers down my spine. More or less, it's a great line and really limns the satire, humor, and reality that Wallace presents throughout the book. Oddly enough, I found out that John Krasinski actually wrote a screenplay for this book and is directing it and it'll be coming out sometime in the maybe-not-so-near future. It was weird cause I found out right after I started reading it so it's kind of exciting. There are some parts that are just so descriptive and it'd be easy to just base all of your camera work, settings, props, actors, etc. off of those descriptions, but there are other parts where I'm just like, "wow, good luck getting that to work for a movie," but John Krasinski is super talented and The Office is just amazing and he's amazing in it, so I don't really have too many doubts. I seriously suggests that you go out and get the book or borrow it or something. Some people may not like it cause I can definitely see where it wouldn't be someone's favorite style of writing, but it's very glib and I dunno. I just like it, so there! Anyways, I think I'm gonna go do something productive with my life now, like clean the house or do the dishes or sort my closet or drop my sister's snowboarding stuff off at the high school or take a nap. Yeah, I think I'm gonna go take a nap.

Advice for the Day:
Go buy Brief Interviews with Hideous Men and He's Just Not That Into You!!!

I just read Penrose's new entry, which made me wanna do one.

I just really wanna start out by talking about the primaries. I'm on cnn.com and keep refreshing the page to see how shit's going down, and it's sooo close between Obama and Clinton. As of right now, Clinton's at 371 and Obama's at 306, which is better than about a minute ago, when she was at 357 and he was at 287. I actually really kinda hope Obama wins the ticket. If you're against him cause he's black, then you're a racist and fuck you. If you don't like him because of his name, then you're ignorant, and fuck you. If you don't like him because of his policies and plans for office, then okay! I can deal with that! But he's a really intelligent guy and very moving when he's doing his speeches, you have to hand it to him. Anyways, that's all I'll say about that for now.

So, Emily's blog wanted me to write one cause she spoke/wrote about getting hurt while being drunk. I happen to be an expert at this, as I get hurt nearly every time I get drunk. It's really quite amazing.. I love trying to figure out, if possible, what happened the night before to have caused me such a laceration. Alas, I usually cannot find the source (of that ticking noise.. hahaha) eerr, of me injuries, but I just end up forgetting about caring, more or less. What's really funny, though, (well, in my opinion) is that she talks about civil war being a real killer, and I can relate!! Probably the worst battle wound I've gotten is one that I can actually remember.. even though I probably couldn't have forgotten even if I friggen TRIED!.. was from playing civil war up in Geneseo one night with Renee and our friend, (welll, mostly her friend, but now my friend, too!) Heather. I'm not gonna go into a whole lot of detail, but we were at Heather's sorority's brother frathouse/garage, and we were playing and having fun, and I went on my hands and knees to get the ball under the table, and I feel something really sharp on my knee. Of course, I think nothing of it and resume play, but then a few minutes later I realize my knee's still hurting, so I look down, and yes. There was blood. A lot of it. Dripping down my leg, staining my literally brand new jeans and slippers/flip flops/flippers/sandals/whatever the hell you mainlanders call them. There was a POOL of blood in the heel of my slipper! I was like, ohmigosh, this sucks. But I tried playing longer, until finally I think it was Renee who said that maybe I should stop... she's really responsible like that. So a few of the frat guys took me into their humble abode and they got like friggen gauze and all kinds of knick knacks and doodads out and started patching up my leg! The guy who was doing it for me was seriously like a nurse or something. One would say it was an embarrassing experience, but I was too drunk to be embarrassed.. I called Will Mitchell while we were on the drunk bus and told him my plight and how fun it was, but that I had to go drink some more at the bar. And then we did, and other hilarious stories ensued, but we'll talk about that some other time..

Before I leave, here are the latest poll results:
Clinton 559
Obama 456

COME ONNNN, BARACK!!! PULL IT IN FOR ALL THE MARBLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Current Mood: stressed & frightened & hopeful & WIN OBAMA! WINN!!!
Current Music: I want Barack Obama to win the Democratic ticket. Can you tell? How can you tell?

OH! PS- Hey, Matt Nowak! I dunno if you read this at all, but remember that time we were watching the Republican debate in your common room together? And remember when I said I thought McCain had a chance? And you basically called shenanigans? Well, guess who's in the lead for the Republican ticket. Just guess; I'll give you a second or two..

YEEAAHHH!! MCCAIN! Put that in your pipe and smoke it, you damn hippie!
Hehe, just kidding (about the hippie part, that is.)

I am sitting here at my desk with a plethora of crap on my floor and bed which is the remenants of half finished projects that I decided to start, as I was feeling kinda productive today cause I handed in a bunch of applications/had an interview/set up an interview for tomorrow/went to Wal-Mart and bought half of what I needed/dropped off old clothes at the church. The high that I got from actually getting outta the house has certainly wore off, but at least I got my calendar all written on for the month, so that's good. I dunno why I'm so excited about that.. Katie's gonna come in here probably tonight after I pick her up from her boyfriend's house and write on all sorts of retarded crap ("Can you feel it, baby? I can too.", "Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch", "EVANOFF = RUSSIAN!") on my schedule.

I think sometimes I'm really in the mood to write an entry and I have all of these not cool and funny and witty things to say in it, but at that point I'm doing something completely different and so when I actually am able to be at my computer for a little while, I decide that I don't feel like writing an entry cause I'm tired (like how I am right now) and I forgot virtually everything I was gonna say in my journal. *sigh* Oh well.
I was thinking that maybe if I became a crazy good or maybe even awesome blogger/writer, then I could become famous like Perez Hilton! Except that I wouldn't talk about stars, who naturally have pretty awesome and not boring lives, but I'd talk about my life, which has a tendency of being really boring and not awesome. If I can make someone wanna read about me, then I'm pretty sure I should be considered the best fantastical writer IN THE WOOOORRRLLLDDD.

Um, so, hey. How's everybody doing? Good.. I'm thinking about starting to put pennies in those little coin things so I can take that to el banco and get some mad bucks for that, but I know, just like all of my other projects that are scattered about my room, it would be left in a pile in the middle of my floor and then my mom would just bitch about it and blah blah blah.. God, I need to get outta here, like KINDA SOON!
At least I went out last night and got pretty drunk. That was pretty fun, though there was some drama surrounding it and HOLY SHIT THE FIRE ALARM JUST WENT OFF! GD it's so loud and it always happens when my mom makes pizza for her and Matt, which is, like, pretty much all of the time. God forbid we ever have a real fire and I'll just be sitting here and it goes off and I'll say, "oh, those sillies! They need to start using the vent above the stove more often!" And then I'll be cooked well-done. But we have coyotes and foxes out here, so at least I could be there food for a few days cause I don't want them to starve. I'm an animal lover!

So, about going out last night.. I went out and obs I made a few drunk dials to some peeps. I called Emily and it sounded like she was happy to be alive and nooo, there is no sarcasm behind that. Not this time! But yeah, she was drunk and happy and I was drunk and happy, too, so it made for a good conversation that I'll never remember. I also called Smodge and Ryan and they were drunk, toooooo! And I played ten cup pong against two guys and I drank a lot cause I was by myself but I almost won. In fact, I was kicking their ass until I got up to the last cup and I made it but then they made one of my cups and they do rebuttals a little differently, so yeah, I ended up losing. Whatever, I was too buzzed to care. I'm also too tired to care now.. but I think I'm gonna talk about something different now.

Actually, no, I'm gonna leave it at that for now. You better be okay with that.. or else!!

Advice for the Day:
Or else.. I dunno.