smileyjess

15 december 2003

i love coming home and not having homework. well. of course i have homework. let me rephrase that. i love coming home and not doing homework. there we go, that's a bit more accurate.

i'm spending the day in new york city tomorrow. it's sure to be a good time. UN tour, then shopping for like:: 6 hours in and around rockefeller plaza. i'm walking to sephora to buy some expensive makeup that ill never use to cover up those bits of ugly ("hey... jess... you've got a little bit of ugly on your face." i love mis amigos.) so that's why i'm not doing any homework. i really should. i miraculously finished my 20% english paper a day ahead of time... so i'm using that as my excuse to not do any work tonight. i figure i wouldnt have been able to do work tonight because under normal procrastinating circumstances, i would have spent all this afternoon and tonight writing that thing. so instead im sitting here with some jakob dylan and the wallflowers playing. he's so damn hot. irish, guitar, sideburns, pothead. we've got all bases covered.

ap chem is wicked stressing me out. last week he made me give all my data from the last lab to another chick who was out that day. today i got the lab back and he accused us of cheating. i was like listen, pal. you told me to give her that info. and he also expected us to be ready for a test this thursday with a test bank of 285 questions. uh, no. i really dont think so. we managed to extend that to after vacation, miraculously.

if you think for even a second im going to do school related work of any sort over vaca, you are crazy. the end. love jess.

oh. my little sister (12? 11?) has a boyfriend. she even got a necklace out of this relationship already. this makes me realize just how much i suck.

im going xmas shopping tonight. everyone (except liz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) paid me back for the dave tix the other night so possess cash for once.
let me clarify my xmas shopping process:

1. see something i like for a friend.
2. buy it for me.

awesome. i cant wait to start.

10 days until california. i cannot wait to surf, drive across the border to ensenada, sip some jamba, sit in the sun, run at 430 in the morning on beach sand, and listen to nothing but sublime and no doubt.

more later gangsters.