Blasphemy!

I feel as if controlled by a separate entity at times. I know that sounds completely absurd and very psycho-ish dramatic, but if you really reflect on your day's happenings, you'd most likely find the same conclusion. It takes a conscious effort to remember everything I did today, and the order in which I did them. Isn't that odd? I think it is. I am already super forgetful to begin with, just ask my boyfriend, but I don't think this notion is completely inconsistent with the majority of humans walking around out there in the world. It's amazing the things we store in our minds as top priority and the things we take an effort to remember or consistently reflect on a daily basis. I am writing to see if I can conjure up my long-lost ability to make beautiful writings. So far, not so good. But we shall see. We shall see how long this constant blogging lasts. For today, it has come out of an attempt to distract myself from the impending doom of my homework I still need to get done. Darn. Reality sucks, doesn't it? Yes, Jessica, it does.  You wanted to go to college and learn! You mean I have to WORK?!! What blasphemy is this?! *sigh* I digress. Good night and farewell, for good this time!

Randomness

Woah...it's all different from when I was last on here...like three months ago haha oh, well! I really have no idea where I'm going to go with this, I might make a whole new blog and do the same thing I was doing before and just make it about literature and random writings...because apparently I have two accounts on Blogger...whatever! I shall make it work somehow! And I have no idea what to say other than that I am totally procrastinating right now becuase I should be taking care of homework that's due Thursday and the days following my return from Disneyland..but from my apparent lack of progress right now, it looks like I will be doing homework in Disneyland...oh, joy. I'm already boring myself by writing this and realizing what I'm writing. Gosh darn, I thought I was better than that! Drat. Now I have to get back into the swing of things to even become remotely clever or just the least bit interesting to my readers. If I even have any readers. The beauty of blogging: you never know who's reading it! And if you are reading this, I apologize for the poor quality of the material being written here. I will leave now and hopefully that will salvage what cyberspace pride I have left. Farewell.

Back to Blogging and New Books!

Well, I'm back again :) Back to blogging, procrastinating, silly randomness, absolute literature mischief, and school :) Except this time I'll be in college....wooooo! My excitement has yet to dwindle. Let's just say, I got super stoked even about the bathrooms. THE BATHROOMS! I was like, "oh my gosh! They're so clean and pretty and new-looking!!!" I'm set. No need for grades or learning, I'll just hang out in the bathrooms the whole semester haha In other news, I got book store gift cards for my birthday, so of course it called for a wee bit of a shopping spree with Harry. I bought $45 worth of books, and a couple tiny Star Wars bobble heads. THE CUTEST THINGS EVER. Picture this: C3PO and R2-D2 in tiny, bobble head form. FANTASTICAL to say the least. :) The wonderful list of new additions to my personal library: Great Expectations, Oliver Twist, Catcher In The Rye, Tortilla Flat, and Uncle Tom's Cabin. Obviously, I'm beefing up my classics collection hehehehehehe :D I'm excited! I'm hoping I'll get through them by the end of the semester, chances are slim
with all the reading I'll be doing for school. No pain no game, baby! Until next time...

A Sample of Something Special

Um, yeah. I am probably the worst blogger in the history of blogging. I haven't been on here in...4 months? Sounds right. Oh, well! Here's a sample of something I'm writing...which reminds me, I should probably finish the other story I was writing...one thing at a time!

Am I in Heaven? No, I’m still alive. The hills, the trees, even the dirt is home to me. I could never get lost in these mountains. These mountains are mine. Before me, they were my dad’s. They were created by a Mighty Hand, but were passed down as an inheritance along with the lake, the rivers, the rocks. No single person owns this land like the old days; it belongs to each person who has come to know its beauty, inside and out. It’s nothing special. There are many places just like this one, but it’s special to my dad and me. My father was brought here as a child. He obviously saw something great in it because when we were children, he started to bring us here too. Is this how it started? I tell my kids yes.

The tale of these mountains is historic, but my story is short. I’ve only been on this earth for twenty-six years, about twenty-two of which have been spent here. Not exactly, we only came here for vacations, but we never left. My friends would tease me that I might as well move here because I never want to leave. This is only partially true. Like all places sincerely valued, you can’t stay here for too long, or else it loses the magic of being an escape from the real world. By staying here, I would bring the real world with me, and that would ruin everything. No, my home belongs where it is, and the lake belongs where it is. I wouldn’t change a thing, except for where my father is. Now, he IS in Heaven….