This is just a lil poem I wrote calledKiss In The Rain. I kinda think they're epic. Hope you dont feel like you just wasted a few minutes of your life. (:
So I realize that this particular title can give off a couple different impressions. The first being a sad type-imagine someone saying that its "just one of those days" followed with a long sigh and possibly a look of defeat. The second would be a more feisty approach. In this case when the person tells you that "its just one of those days," 'those' it italicized meaning that that word may come with a roll of the eyes or that their eyes are actually closed during the whole sentence in an attempt to collect themselves enough to not punch you as they think about their day and answer your question of "whats up?" or "whats wrong" or even a "hey!" My title is referring to the latter of the two. With great stress on the frustration and the wanting to punch something part.
Dont worry, I'm not abusive, just tired..but full of enough energy to take on bear and win. Anyway, do want to know why its just one of those days? If youre reading this you are one of the maybe four people that do, in which case you are wondering how my life is going or you are just bored. Further more if you are afraid to hear the following I'm counting on the very common human sickness of curiosity to keep you reading. I dont like to complain. Which may sound confusing after my entire introduction, but there's a difference between complaining and ranting. A small difference but an important one. So just ranting about how I feel actually made me feel better and now I dont have to complain about the actual problem. Sorry if that was anticlimactic. But in honor of feeling frustrated and just having one of those days-I have a funny clip to share.
This woman, the brunette specifically, makes me laugh very hard and somehow when I am frustrated(not even just about men, and for the record my frustration today is free of man causation lol) I get some kind of satisfaction from it.
Rant continued:(because I thought it unfair to be cryptic after ranting so much. So I guess this is gonna be a half complaint but just know that I'm not feeling violent or frustrated anymore. (: ) In the movie What Happens In Vegas the brunette also says this line to someone:
"If i could make somebody dead with my mind, it would be you."
Now the reason that I bring this up is that if I was actually capable of this, if I had this power, the majority of the people driving on the freeways in Reno would be gone. Holy heck people can you seriously grow brains? Yes, I'm aware that I dont have the most experience but I was cut off twice and some guys slammed on his brakes and swerved to do a u turn right in front of me. DUH. Also, I was driving with a very critical sister in the passenger seat and with the pressure of following people that also make fun of me for being blonde so I was just so done with driving when the trip was finally over. And that is what frustrates me. I LOVE driving and I am not half bad at it anymore, so being stressed out about it bothered me. Part of this was my fault because I let it bother me that I am a big blonde joke to my family and I shouldn't have let it get to me. Annnyway, now "you know why!" (: So with that, have a very nice day. Drive safe. Watch What Happens in Vegas if you're bored. And if you come up with other good rant references let me know!
Throughout my life I have been a good kid with good intentions..but just as the song Get It Right from Glee says, "my best intentions keep making a mess of things." For example.."when he was a young wart hog" "when i was a young warthog!!!" Sorry I have The Lion King stuck in my head. Anyway, when I was young, nine to be exact, my best friend got a four wheeler for Christmas and within five days it had a cracked, destroyed gas tank, popped tires, and basically didn't work. How is all of that possible in five days? The answer to that question is...me. I am not self centered, not anymore so than the typical human being, maybe even a little less, but anyway I know that everything is not about me..but the four wheeler incident was my fault..mostly.
My best friend had had her four wheeler since Christmas and had accidentally cracked the gas tank by running into the garage wall. She didn't know the extent of the damage but soon would. On New Years Eve day she and I took the lil tiny baby four wheeler for a ride with both her and I and our friend Emily which put the weight at about two and a half times the lil thing was supposed to handle. Then when the gas ran out my lil mind, instead of just being patient and waiting for her dad to get home with more gas, decided to come up with its own solution and make gas..I know, bad idea. My friend grabbed a pink Barbie cup and we proceeded to put dirt and water in the gas tank. As dumb as this sounds there was a method behind the madness. I thought the water would swoosh older gas off the sides of the tank like you would do to a bottle of shampoo and the dirt was just because we didn't think the original mixture seemed thick enough. After we did this the four wheeler ran for another forty minutes in which we ran over barbed wire and that is how everything went to poop. And that was just the beginning of the many idiotic decisions i would make..ill try to add one story into every post i do.
Stay tuned for more of my dumb moments soon! But for now..This week I got a job (: I am now working at Bath and Body Works and I am liking it so far. After having to study products for four hours I realize that I never knew or wouldve guessed that so much thought could go into one lil pocketbac(the actual name for the small hand sanitizer.) So yay getting money and all! whoo hoo!
Have a wonderful evening folks (: much love.
Okay, so I just took a deep breath which hopefully means you wont have to hear a rant about ignorant people..especially since it just has do to with Facebook. Stupid guys,one in particular that I dont really know, making ignorant, extreme, ridiculous, hurtful, statements...I just wanna punch him in the nose..but I dont think that would help so maybe I dont. Nevermind (: Anyway, today was perfect. I slept in, did hw, went to school for ten minutes, walked home, changed into shorts and a t shirt and played basketball for a couple hours, played catch for a while after that, showered, hung out with a friend, and then proceeded to listen to the Dodgers beat the Giants..could it have been better?? Nope. Now, what to do. I mean, the rest of my night will be spent doing hw, watching glee, and hopefully cleaning my room, but where to go when school ends? I feel like going home is a good idea, I want it to be the best idea. I miss my family and my car..and Tahoe. Boy how I yearn for the warm sandy beaches, freezing cold water, and clear skies. Plus, my beach body isn't ever a bad thing either. Anyway, for a few different reasons, this summer is going to be a long one for better or for worse and I'd rather spend it in my favorite biggest little city than anywhere else. Have a wonderful rest of whatever day youre reading this (: the song for the day is an Anberlin song called Take Me (As You Found Me)
Mostly because I was listening to it on the way home today and it was just a good summer song. Peace out homies!
Hello Blogging world. My name is Jessica but most people pick a nick name like Jess, Jessi, Jay, Sasha etc. because i'ts shorter..obviously. Anyway, I drank a five hour energy before deciding to give up on hw and go to sleep..let me tell you this could be a sport. I am so ALERT. Seriously, I'd do an add for these 5 hour energy people any day..or night, because as long as you drink your 5 hour energy you'll be set..for 5 hours..no matter what time it is..I wonder if it even lasts that long? You'd think it would but I cant see myself having this much energy much longer, especially considering how exhausted I was when I drank the 5hr 20 minutes ago...I'm on a roll now though...rollrollrollrollrollrollrollrollrollrollrollrollrollrollroll...roll, thats a fun word to type. Alright, well it's time for hw. If im going to be awake im going to be productive, and fb is the antithesis of that. Peace out fb homies!..And this is how it all started. An innocent Facebook post at around three in the morning turned into a blog. How did this happen? Well, this particular post was too large for Facebook standards so, with my recently attained energy I decided to start a blog. I've never wanted to before but thought hey, why not?!..Yeah..Anyway, it took me way too long to figure it all out because despite my "alertness" my "smartness" is still in 'its way too late, or too early for you to be attempting to utilize your brain' mode. Luckily I have finally got it sorted out enough to do one post, go to sleep, and wake up in the morning wondering wth possessed me to do all of this. I think it's some innate, inherited stubborn need to control when I sleep...not to mention yet again this 5 hour energy shot thingy that I can truly testify of.
With all of this said I am going to go to sleep. I promise that if I continue this, your time will be spent being more entertained or maybe even educated and I'll rarely advertise for random items again. Sleep sweet nonexistent followers.
ms.nash.
A warm embrace could not faze me
Sweet moment's collision 
