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Name: Jessica
Birthday: 9/22/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: I like doing all kinds of things, but especially artistic things! I love to draw, sing, paint, write, and...er, uh...dance?(ok, so not so much on the dancing. I mean, I love it and all, but I'm terrible at it!) Anyway, I love trying new things, so if you have any suggestions, please share! :)
Expertise: My areas of expertise are Underwater Skydiving and Astrophysics! They really are fascinating fields!
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
12/11/2003
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| when everything's going fine, and then I take myself too seriously. I hate Spiderman. Knitting has done me no good. I'm not making pies until 11:30. Where did my joy go? I'm addicted...and spineless. And I really need to get rid of the Christmas decorations. Remember that one (and a half) time(s) when I had that stupid spinal tap? Yeah, I remember. Remember how awful that year was? Yeah, I remember. DON'T BE LIKE THAT! Ok, no more trap...no more crap...I quit the internet. | | |
| really tired of having to go pee every five minutes. | | |
| ...my friends never asked me IF I liked any guys, they ask me, "WHO do you like?" I learned to always have an unrealistic crush or a potential so that I could answer. At the age of 23, I realize that I've liked very few guys truly and have been in love many times with people who only exist inside my mind but happen to have the same phsyical face and name as someone I know. After surrendering this to God for a long time, I finally feel that he is healing me. Praise Jesus! | | |
| so long that I nearly forgot about xanga. How is it that one man can possibly have so much faith and such a fervent prayer life? He's exactly the kind of person that I have to entrust to God, so that I do not place myself far below him and become envious. It's always dangerous when I begin to compare my spirituality with others'. What's gotten into me today? I started off the day feeling so alive and well...6:00ish rolls around and it all goes down the tubes. It kind of scared me a little bit what PM had to say about praying for your spouse, considering... and there goes my mental purity again...I need to get some rest. | | |
| I cried the whole way home from work last night. I guess that wouldn't be so bad, except it takes me an hour to get home from work. There was just a lot going on in my head. It had been a rough shift, and I was feeling rather vulnerable. Was one of those nights when anyone could have been even just a little sarcastic with me, and it would have set me off. Maybe I just needed a good cry, or who knows...maybe I'm not cut out for this job, after all. Either way, I decided I'm not going to give up quite yet. I want to be settled in my apartment for at least a few months before I go making any rash decisions that may be due to the uncanny amount of stress I've been experiencing because of commuting. Anyway, I decide when I get home that I needed to veg out for a bit and unwind before bed, so I pop "A Walk to Remember" in the DVD player and a bunch of triscuits and easy cheese in my mouth. At about 2 in the morning, I find myself halfway through a sappy movie, balling like a baby, and wondering why on earth I put another ounce into my stomach after work and what possessed me to stay awake when I was already so tired. I'm moving tomorrow. I hope this gets easier. | | |
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