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Name: Jessie Beth
Interests: Environmental Studies. Crohn's Disease. Cross-Cultural Ministry. Reading. Soccer. Lacrosse. Sewing. Cooking.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
3/3/2004
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| Pretty in PinkSo I am sitting with my legs propped up watching Pretty in Pink, getting all nostalgic about the first time I watch Pretty in Pink.
I was heads over heels infatuated with this "perfect" Covenant guy. He had everything. Good Christian. Good grades. Good looks. Good friends. Good fun. etc. etc. He was also a rich snob. I did not realize this until his friends disapproved of me and he pulled a Houdini on me. Anyway there was this other guy that really liked me and was a good friend but we weren't dating. Anyway, I watched this movie while I was sewing my dress for senior banquet. This movie was a good typology of the fall of my senior year at Covenant.
My oh my, how far have I come over the last year... | | |
| A near death experience is guaranteed to improve any relationship.
My boyfriend, Todd, set me on fire last night.
Not even joking one bit. Of course, It was an accident...
We were sitting by the campfire and there was a big log on the fire pit. And there was a few inches of space underneath the log and the bottom of the pit. He was putting gasoline in the bottom of the pit. And the log exploded into fire. He was still holding the gas can and in an effort to save both our lives (if that had caught fire we'd both probably be dead right now), he threw the gas into the yard.... except I got splashed with gasoline, which immediately lit fire to my pants (on the knees). So I threw myself face first onto the ground and the fire did not go out. Then I stop, dropped, and rolled. Which also did not work too well. It helped but I was still on fire. Then he grabbed the lawn chair cushion and wrapped my legs. As I screamed bloody murder, he held onto my legs and put the fire out. Then I stood up and ripped my pants off because I didn't want my skin to fuse to my denim. Then I got carried inside where I did not cry but instead screamed obscenities, so embarassing. Do being lit on fire merit a few f-bombs? Anyway, my legs are well... I don't know. Definitely second degree burns. I am going over to my cousin's house, she is training in the Hopkins burn unit, hopefully she can straighten me out.
I haven't told my parents yet, I guess I better get my butt upstairs and do that. | | |
| Why do I keep attracting the same kind of guy?
AHHHH. oh my gosh! this is the weirdest phenomenom EVER! I feel like I am dating the same guy that I was dating before.... I guess I know what I like... | | |
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wowowowowowow, so my life has changed soooo much in the last couple weeks.
I have a boyfriend. He has blonde hair and green eyes.
I have a new job. I pick flowers all day long; 44+ hours a week.
I have been remodeling the basement apartment.
And I keep having dreams about moving across the country.
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"This afternoon will be awkward. But probably not as awkward as last night's little venture into redneckville."
that's debatable.
I do not know what's more awkward. Let's say I am pretty darn sure I don't want to relive either of these experiences.
Scenario #1 In the middle of nowhere. The only sober non-white person at an entire party of level 1 classic truck driving beer drinking rednecks (that still live with their parents and act like they are in high school) that I just met through a friend that dragged me to the party, where the females cannot seem to keep their clothes on.
Scenario #2 Attending the birthday picnic of a woman whose telling everyone that her son was your father. And not objecting to this because it's just easier to validate being the only non-black person there if everyone thinks you are extended family. Meanwhile the old lady's nephew is hitting on you and his father comes into the living room annouces that you are gorgeous and then asks his son "are you hittin' that, if you aren't you should be"
Next week's featured article: What to do when you see your bipolar schizophrenic mother in public (a.k.a. not locked up) for the first time in over ten years. This labor day our heroine will experience cross-cultural picnic hopping like none other. From the classy white suburbs of the Parkville, to the ghetto inner city streets of Baltimore, across to blue collar Parkville. Be sure to tune in for the adventures of Cross-Cultural Woman and her fight against injustice.
The Lifetime Saturday night special of my life is going to be a real heart throb, comedy, drama, action movie. Seriously, this stuff is so crazy directors and producers couldn't think of crap this good. | | |
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