this entry is a long one...too long for my rock star pics! fucking hell, i say!
well, here i am.....back from the dead, or something like that. hell, with some of the shit i've been through in the past few weeks ( or has it been three weeks now?? ), i might as well have been dead. anyway....for my friends that have turned up on my message board and my guestbook, thanks for writing and checking in on me, i really appreciate it. to the rest of you: it's all good....i know ya'll are used to my disappearing act by now! but hey, being elusive is one of the things i'm best at. heh. ah haaa.....i bet you guys thought i was just going to tell yas to fuck yourselves for not writing. well, the element of surprise is one of the other things i'm best at! so, what has been going on in the world of Jj? lots my friends. one of the first things i want to say is that i tried to update several times, and aol-HELL fucking booted me off, erasing everything i wrote. i was even trying to type my entries on a blank page that i thought was set up to save, and it still got erased. god i hate that shit! so.....needless to say i called up my server and the a-HELL, and bitched up a fucking storm. they have the problem fixed now, but i still don't trust those lame fucks as far as i can throw them. so, with all of this in mind, i am now offline, typing my entry on a word program. with the whole dland thing, it's better safe than sorry, as a whole lot of you know. now, on with the show! The Nightmare I Call College imagine this: you are in a classroom for advanced anatomy and physiology. you are totally fucking surrounded by a bunch of 18-year-olds, who just graduated school over the summer, and already had basic a&p in high school. these kids have even taking fucking microbiology, for christ's sakes! ( i will be taking micro in the spring, YIKES! ). now throw in the fact that it's been twelve fucking years since you've been to high school, and almost five since you've been back to nursing school to finish up. would you feel basically FUCKING RETARDED?? anyway.....i have to study my ass off to keep up. i take four classes, which are advanced a&p, psychology, human growth and development, and english comp. these are the last of my prerequisites, and then it's ballbuster classes, here i fucking come. this gives me a total of 13 credit hours a week, not including lab time, which makes it 16 hours a week. it's a load, and it takes just about every moment of free time i have, but it's worth it. and i have to admit, it does feel good to be back in school again, and working towards my life. when i was on the methadone, i was so fucked up and physically addicted to it, that i had to quit. so i do feel like i'm getting my life back together now....slowly but surely. now check out this shit! First Anatomy and Physiology Test: (on the endocrine system) 86% B First Psychology Paper: (on schizophrenia - i'm good at that....heh) A NOW IS JJ THE FUCKING MAN, OR WHAT?? don't get me wrong here....i was just really proud of myself. in other news: The Pathetic Asshole I Met Named Bob i went up to the pigpen in clinton on the 7th of september to see a motley crue tribute band called wild side. now, being the broke ass loser i am, i didn't get to see the tool concert here, which was on the same nite, and damn...i worship the maynard. anyway, i went up and saw the five dollar tribute band instead, and damn i had fun! these guys were fucking awesome, and looked and sounded just like motley crue. you wouldn't have fucking believed it. and they were totally wild on stage, getting myself and other women to get up and be their wild women back up singers. heh. so, while i was dancing on stage with the lead singer ( damn, i would've liked to fuck him! ), i met this really good-looking guy named bob. he had real long, wavy dark hair, pretty brown eyes, and was all about the metal, which i love. so after hanging out for a while, we exchanged numbers, made plans to go to the black label society concert together that tuesday nite, and went our separate ways. little did i fucking know, this shit was a BIG ASS MISTAKE. the black label society concert kicked so much ass, it was un-fucking believable. it was probably one of the best concerts i have ever seen. but, even with zakk wylde to send me into outer fucking orbit, there was one problem. well, several, really. and they were all called BOB. let me list it for ya: 1) he told me over and over, until i felt like bitch-slapping him, how glad he was that he met me, and how he knew we just connected, and blah blah blah. now, he barely even knew me yet. we had spent a total of a two hours together at that point. hello? 2) every time he called me, before and after the concert, my mom would say, "who's calling please?" and he'd say...."uuhh, bob." thus, the name uuhhbob was born. after that, my two daughters would scream "IT'S SPONGE BOB SQUAREPANTS!" in the background. these two names became a hysterical fucking joke in my household, and of course it made me want to puke. 3) after the concert, he tried to start kissing me at the bar next door, and when i tried to stop him, he got all fucking intense and freaked out and said, "don't you like me? don't you want to smooch with me? why can't we just smooch some more?" FUCKING SMOOCH??? ARE YOU TOTALLY FUCKING KIDDING ME? and he didn't just say it, he fucking whined about it. when he said that shit, my skin just started to crawl. so i was like, "i have to get home. cya." my skin is crawling right now, just thinking about what he said, and how he sounded saying it. ( jj shivers ). 4) he was the most boring idiot i've ever met. if he called and i did talk to him, he was never doing anything except wondering what i was doing, going to work, or going to bed. he never talked to me about anything, except a) he was still listening to the ozzfest cd with the ONE black label society tune it had on it, because he said it reminded him of me, and b) talking about how much he liked me, and wanted a relationship with me, and wanted to see me again, and he just knew when he saw me i was the one. he would go on and on about it, until i felt so suffocated i wanted to jump out of my skin. oh, and he worked in a FUCKING PLASTIC FACTORY. now a job is a job, don't get me wrong. i have no problem with that. but he said he didn't like it once, so i said: "if you could, what would you do?" and he was like, "i don't know...." all sighing, sounding like fucking eore from winnie the pooh and shit. i mean, come the fuck on, guy! 5) last but not least: when i quit calling him or speaking to him when he called, which was a day after the concert, he kept calling over and over. he even asked my mom and my dad what he was doing wrong, and told them both how much he liked me. he was like, "did you ever find out what i did to make her mad at me?" B-O-O, H-O-O. GOD, THAT SHIT IS SO FUCKING PATHETIC AND SAD!! i mean hell, i would rather slit my wrists or put my head in the oven, than call some guy's mom and dad on the phone and try to lay on a fucking guilt trip because the guy won't talk to me. fucking christ almighty!! this guy seriously needs to sit down and watch the man show, or some shit! because damn, if i had a sad-ass boyfriend like that, i'd fucking shoot myself. so, i have two things to say about this whole fucking BOB nightmare. 1) the guy didn't even fucking KNOW me well enough to let me treat him like shit, so as forest would say, "stupid is as stupid does." 2) boring people may suck, my friends. but needy people fucking BLOW. well, this entry is long enough for now. if you have actually read through the entire thing, my props to ya! so, this entry is to be continued....... love yas all.... peace, i'm out~ Jj be on the lookout for my first completed review, a review pertaining to a friend of mine that goes by the name of inkyabyss. oh, and in case you've been living in a cave, babes...check my new review site at: kissmyass reviews. have a good one babes...peace, i'm out~ jj9:52 a.m. - September 27, 2002
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