How to make a jessica

Ingredients: 3 parts competetiveness 5 parts crazyiness 5 parts energy

Method: Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of curiosity

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Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

Projects:

Clean my room (again)
Rip CDs onto computer and get rid of unwanted ones
Figure out what the hell is going on with insurance from when ribs were broken
Organize pictures on computer (get cable from the Fortress to connect camera to computer)
Train Dixie not to be such a shithead (said with love)
Find a new rear end-cap for my bumper that mysteriously went missing and put it on
Figure out when I am moving to mom's, when I am moving away, where I am moving, etc.
Plan trip to South America (this is my favorite project so far) with Ashley
Enjoy some time with Ashley before she traipses off again
Play with Google Earth because it is wicked cool

Mostly blonde now! Figured that I never have been before, so it would be fun to try. Also, Ashley will be home later today!! If you can't tell, I'm super-excited.

This has been a pretty crazy summer. And as it comes to an end and school is about to start again, I feel like I am in a weird place. For the first time since I was in diapers, I am not going to be going to school. I don't think that it has hit me yet that I am graduated. It probably wont for a while. It is good to see everyone back in town for school though.

The ribs are at about 85%. I am at the point where I wonder if they are ever going to get back to 100%. It feels like the fall was ages ago, but I still have pain in my ribs. Come on now, it has been months! Body, let's go! Get your healin' on!

This afternoon I had what I believe to be my first encounter with a migraine. And wow, I never want to do that again. I have only really ever had an extremely painful headache two other times in my life. Once, in third grade, after recess, my teacher was reading us a story and I was crying quietly because my head hurt so bad. Turned out that I had the flu. During spring of the following year, my friends and I had rode our bikes to the 7-Eleven by us and I had to go home immediately, couldn't wait for them, because of a headache. Turned out that I had the flu.

Today I got home from my morning shift at work planning to go back to work a shift at night for a friend. I was cleaning and started seeing spots. I thought that it was just from moving around so much, and there were a bunch of lights on in the house, etc. I was having trouble seeing fully out of my right eye. I was le tired, so I had a nap, figuring that my vision would be up and running properly when I woke up. But oh the pain in my head when I woke up. Weird, the eye thing was still going on too. Weird. I tried all of my usual get rid of headache tricks - pop my neck and back, take Advil, apply pressure. Nothing. It wouldn't go away. Oh well, I didn't have time to deal with it, I had to go to work. At work, things were no better. My head hurt, who knows what was going on with my eyes, and then I started feeling like I was going to pass out. My depth perception was off and I barely felt like I had the strength to carry out a soda pop to one of my tables.

At this point, the lovely Brittany took notice to my odd behavior and told our manager that she ought to send me home, that they would do fine without me. I had my pops come pick me up because I had no idea what was going on with my body and figured that I was in no condition to drive. Trying to think of what might be wrong, I remembered seeing Brian go through some similar symptoms with his migraines. I asked the internet who replied, "You have a migraine silly girl!" Since I had already taken a nap earlier, I couldn't really fall asleep, but I knew that staying in the dark was the key to my relief. Then I remembered the percoset that I still have from the fall(see June posts if you are clueless). I woke up a few hours later feeling a little tingly, but with my vision restored and my head back to normal. I couldn't imagine the people who get migraines for days. How utterly awful.

Well, that's the exciting news of the day. Oh, and if I haven't mentioned it, my fantasy baseball team is not good. It is actually rather terrible.

And next week = Ashley!

Little Shop was delightful. The seats weren't the greatest, but pops and I still had a grand time. I will say though that I wanted the actors to be louder. And not louder in that I wanted their mics turned up, but there are quite a few songs in this show in which the character can really let loose and belt it out, and I felt like they held back a lot. Still good, I just wanted more out of them. I also think that in the case of this particular show, it is going to be hard to top Steve Martin in the character of Orin Scrivello, DDS (a.k.a. the dentist). It really isn't fair that actors are subject to such a comparison, but they are. The dentist is one of my favorite Steve Martin characters, and as such, it makes it hard for me to like anyone else in the role. Ho hum.

In other news, Ashley will be back in about 14 days! Hurrah!

Ahoy to the hotties of my alcohol class. If I am getting anything out of this experience, it is a great view and some numbers. When I went to jail I got hit on all up until I was put in my cell, I got a phone number and proposed to at traffic school, and good god the guys in my class today were good looking! Hey, I'm not saying that I am happy about the whole situation, but I am finding the silver lining in the clouds (I don't know that I really fully understand what that means, but I'm using it anyhow).

Otherwise things are good. Brother is moved into an apartment with a friend his own age. Good for him, he should have fun. In other news, I am taking my daddy on a date on Tuesday night. He doesn't know it yet but we are going to see Little Shop at Gammage and eat somewhere yummy. I haven't figured out where yet, but Sabuddy is always a good choice.

What a delightful day.

I had the day off today so that I could go to my substance abuse screening appointment, as per court order, to find out how many hours of classes I need to take as deemed by a counselor who decides how fucked up you are. Apparently I'm not too bad, because I was only assigned 16 hours, which will be taken over a course of two Sundays. Looks like it's a good thing that I wasn't able to do the other 9 days in jail. I was pleasantly surprised by what she gave me because the shortest amount of classes I have ever seen anyone get in the City of Tempe is about 8 months worth of them. Yay!

For those of you who know me even the slightest will not have to guess why I enjoyed this movie so much. I hadn't even heard of it until I went to check movie times. My brother also had the day off today, so we went to a matinee movie.

I spent a bit of my evening at Coffee Society drinking scrumptious chai and reading more about South America.

I have found the most delightful book. It will be of vast help in the planning process. I already got wrapped up in it with a chai tea at Coffee Society, I lost track of time and was the last to leave.

Yay!

Thought this was funny, and it is.

Your Boobies' Names Are: Bambi and Thumper

Get your own Boobie Names

I think that I have finally figured out that I am not trying to figure out what I am going to do for the rest of my life, just the next 6 months. I think thinking about the rest of my life is screwing up the planning process. Six months, I'd be happy with that.

I don't think that I'm going back to school. But my alcohol class screening is next Wednesday, so I'll be able to make a more informed decision next week.

P.S. The rain and wind were beautiful and crazy tonight, I wish that I wasn't at work when it was really storming, that would have been fun to spend more time watching.

Oh, ice cream and chocolate syrup, just as fun as always. Yay to Kelly, Molly and Vega for some good times.

In other news, I'm in one of those funks where I just have to laugh at myself. I'm being indecisive and just feel like I want to be really fussy, even though I don't really have any good reason to warrant the fussiness. Oh well, Ashley gets it. Love!

xoxoxo

WTF mate?

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the new version) is fantastic. Kelly, Guillermo, Jake, Heather and I saw it at 12:01. Don't worry, no spoilers.

In some ways it is darker, as it has been described, but in other ways I found it much more cheery. I will say that I found it much funnier than the original and it has upheld that nothing will make me like Johnny Depp any less. I was most impressed with the makeup and lighting. These characters look just amazing. Kudos to the makeup artists and lighting technicians, they did a tremendous job.

I am excited to see it again to see the little things that I missed.

Also, I have decided what to be for Halloween and I am excited.

I never have been one to crave money or material things. Sure there's a thing or two that would be nice to have, that I might even want, but I've never felt a "need" for them.

I very much need to be more financially stable right now. I have more than enough money to just get by on, barring more run-ins with the law, considering that I pay 3 bills a month, one of which is a $4.95 subscription to ESPN Insider and Magazine. But I cannot stand living at home. My brother is driving me much less crazy, but still is. I think that the only time this house ever gets cleaned is when it is done by yours-truly, which I did today.

Today I vaccuumed the entire house, and as per usual I guilt my dad in to cleaning the kitchen (a room that I rarely ever use, considering that I eat most of my meals at the restaurant that I work at) after I have cleaned the house. I scrubbed my brother and my bathroom, I even mopped. I cleaned my room and vaccuumed it. Which is why I was so surprised to see the light on in my room when I came home, and when I opened the door it was like a disaster zone. Obviously the doings of litte miss adorable Dixie.

So why am I mad at my family that my puppy tore up my room? It is a very well established fact that Dixie is not allowed to run freely about my room unless I am home. Most of the time when I am gone she is locked up in her kennel (in my room), and sometimes, increasingly as she has gotten older, she is allowed to run about the house with the other dogs. With my door shut.

I can tell you are still confused, she is my puppy, why isn't she allowed in my room? Well, I have been in a moving around and cleaning process for about a month now. Which means that a lot of stuff is on the floor or in puppy's reach of the floor. She doesn't tear anything up when I am here, so she is allowed in during such times. From the way things are strewn about, it looks almost as if she was put in there with the door closed. Aside from the fact that I had just cleaned, I don't even really care about the mess. She chewed on a couple of books (Freud and Confucius), knocked my hamper over and created general hoopla. She also chewed open a bottle of lotion, which would explain the vomit.

Now we are getting to the key issue. Precisely what I didn't want her to do - get into things that will make her sick. Thank my lucky stars that there was no leftover Easter candy or chocolate lying about. This post would be from a completely different emotion. I found a chewed up box of staples. STAPLES! I don't imagine that those do to well for the canine digestive system.

My point here is that all of these things that happened (or were close to happening, such as the staples) are things that I specifically tried to prevent. I foresaw this happening if she were to be allowed in my room alone, and not only did I not leave her like that, but I also told my father very seriously that she is just not allowed. Matthew said that she was out and about when he got home, so it was clearly my father's doing.

I'm ready to be out of a house in which my property and my wishes are not respected. I am very glad and thankful that I came home to stuff torn up rather than a puppy who died of lotion and staple overdose. But I am really fucking ready to be out of here.

Mexico Digits

26 Dos Equis
12 Cerveza Sol
4 Margaritas
3 Dos Equis Amber
2 Tecate
2 Tequila Sunrise
2 Midori Sour
2 7 & 7
1 Bloody Mary
(Yeah, that's just my list - which my state of mind was not to "altered" to count)

6 Days in a country other than this one
5 Meals of a side of tortillas and a side of rice
4 Couples with whom I spent all of my time (which believe me, can get old real quickly)
4 Days spent out on the beach, playing in the beautiful waves on the warm(the water is probably warmer in Mexico in March than in CA in July) Mexican coast of the Pacific Ocean
3 Walks on the beach just chatting with Steph about everything
2 Close calls to girl fights (which led to mine and Steph's nicknames of Tyson and Ali - I'll let you guess which one I got)
2 Terrible games of volleyball, at minimum assuring that I can play a little bit without my ribs exploding or imploding
2 Meals that made my tummy unhappy
1 Fight with Stephanie over silliness
1 Blackout and 1 Brownout
1 American who I talked to who did not accompany us on our trip (he was pretty damn cute though; we were kind of anti-social)
1 Kayaking trip into the ocean and surfing the waves back to shore
1 Oar to the face during aforementioned kayaking trip
1 Really horrible sunset cruise on a pirate ship (yeah, I said it) that led to many little disasters
1 Lunch overlooking the ocean and 1 dinner from the top of a hill watching the sunset
1 Pretty damn good time

I'm in Mexico.

And you aren't.

xoxoxoxo

Mexico is in two days, and I am beyond ready for the time off. Of course I am no where near ready to leave and work doubles the next two days, but that's no surprise.

But considering how the last month has gone for me (did I tell you all thay my truck{which I'm not allowed to drive anyway} is not starting now? I think that it is the battery, but still), and how previous Mexico trips have gone, I'm a little nervous. But at least I should have some really good stories to tell when I get back, if I get back.

My fantasy baseball team sucks. Really bad. I think that I am 44-56 right now. Holy shit, my team is not good. It also helps that I have a zillion injured players. I'm exaggerating and you don't care about this shit anyhow.

I am battling with a "choice" that I have. I was sentenced 10 days in jail, 9 of them being suspended based upon my completion of alcohol classes. I have to go to a screening (in the end of July!) so that this company can evaluate me and see what I "need". After they see what I "need", I do it. I have friends who have "needed" two classes a week for upwards of a year(at 20 bucks a pop+some silly base fee). It all, to me, seems a little ridiculous. So I have been thinking, that, although it really isn't a great option, it might make more sense to just do the other 9 days in jail. I did my one already(see the last post), I think that I could handle 9 more. Obviously it would be different, I did my one at Tempe City Jail, but if I did 9, I would go to Tent City. It really seems like it makes a lot more sense to just do the 9 days, but then again, it's jail, and what girl (who is quite girly, but full of "bad-assness"[thanks Guillermo!]) wants to voluntarily go to jail more than she has to?

This is really fucking hilarious.

Talk amongst yourselves.

The Gypsy's Adventures of the Past Month

I have to preface this entry with the notion that I have not been completely honest with all of you. I have not lied, but I have failed to mention some things. Some of you already know, but oh well, read on anyway.

I have had a tumultuous month. It has been an interesting adventure, with today having in a way capped it off. For you to truly understand, I will take you back to the Wednesday that it all began...[dramatic scene fading music]

The Incident that Began it All: Thursday, May 19th, 1:00a.m.

On Wednesday, May 18th, I went to The Vine in Tempe with some friends. I had a couple of margaritas and a few shots (after all, it was my "birthday", i.e. the girl who's ID I had' birthday). I decided that I was getting tired, and seeing as how I had to be at work at 6:30a.m., I should head home and get some rest.

As I was passing through the intersection of Rural and Broadway, heading southbound, I failed to notice that a motorcycle cop came behind me. I had stopped at the intersection and was accelerating on my route, when I accelerated more than I should have (48 in a 35). I was promptly pulled over.

The officer asked for my license and registration, as per usual. He informed why I had been pulled over. He then asked where I was coming from and where I was off to. He asked me to step out of the vehicle, which I did, without shoes. He asked if I would like to put my shoes on, I laughed and said, "No sir, they're heels, I'll be better of without 'em."

After a slew of sobriety tests, I was asked to turn around and place my hands behind my back. I was arrested. The motorcylce cop radioed for a patrol car to come so that I could be escorted to the Tempe Police station. I think that I must have been the first person to ever have thought of it, but about a half of a mile into the drive I sparked a short conversation with him,
Me: Excuse me sir,
Officer [looking at me in the rear-view mirror]: Yes?
Me [looking around]: Is there an easy way to put a seat-belt on back here?"
Officer [perplexed]: Well, no, I don't think that there is. We aren't going too far though.

I was not brought to the jail, but to the D.U.I. van. I guess it shows you how dedicated Tempe is to cracking down on drunk driving, they dedicated a whole van to it. I was brought into the van, still barefoot, and handcuffed to my new seat. I took another two breathalyzer tests to further prove their case against me. I was allowed to call a friend to pick me up, who I was advised also should not have been drinking, because they too would get a D.U.I. I called Ashley, and said nothing more than, "Can you come pick me up? I'm at the Tempe Police station." No further explanation needed, she agreed and was on her way. [Sidenote: I love Ashley, not just for this, but it didn't hurt]

I was given my paperwork outlining my four charges (D.U.I., D.U.I. B/C, D.U.I. Underage, and Speeding) and my scheduled court appearance. I realized that I would be in Mexico at the time and would have to file for a continuance. I slept on Ashley's floor and she on the couch as we watched an episode of Sex and the City.

The Elk Incident: Monday, May 23rd, 1:45a.m.

So Steph had this idea that we should take a day, and go off to Las Vegas, just to relax and get out of Phoenix. We both worked a double on Sunday, and we decided that since we both had Monday off, that that would be the day. Sunday night after we got off of work we gathered our things, dropped Dixie off at Josh's [Steph's boyfriend] house to watch while we were to be gone. We took Steph's car, since it is so much newer and nicer and a better idea.

She drove about 20 miles into the trip until she decided that we should switch, because she was getting freaked out by it being so dark, her not knowing where to go, and the curves of the road. I also was freaked out by her driving with these factors, so I complied. Our manager had told us to look for highway 69, but she was mistaken and it was the 79. We missed it and by the time that we had realized it, we were pretty far gone.

We stopped at a gas station and the man there gave us the best directions from where we were to get to our destination. We continued on and ended up on a podunk "highway" that became a combined two-direction highway, with one lane for each direction. A semi-truck was coming from the other direction, so I turned off the brights. We went down a little dip and as we came back up and the lights followed suit so that I could see, all of the sudden there was a large animal standing in the middle of our lane. I swerved to the left, but it still clipped the passenger side, and then swerved back into our lane as to avoid the oncoming semi-truck.

I pulled over about a quarter of a mile up the road, but we were shaking and too freaked out to get out in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night to check, so we decided to go on to the next gas station to check the car out and go from there. Stephanie looked out her window and saw a little hair attached to her can and flapping in the wind. We got to the gas station, and Steph tried to get out, but her passenger door wouldn't open. We called 911 to ensure that the elk would be removed from the road and so that we could get a police report so she could file for an insurance claim.

We went on to Las Vegas anyway and had a ball. We came back poorer, more tired, and with fresh ink.

The Roof Incident: Thursday, May 30th 11:00 a.m.

No more needs to be said. If you haven't been paying attention, please refer back to the previous post.

The Reason That All of This is Relevant: Wednesday, June 15th 3:00p.m.

At 1:45p.m. yesterday I arrived at the Tempe City Jail to serve my 24 hour sentence, which would begin at 3:00p.m. As I was sitting in the lobby waiting for an officer to come get me, I heard a ruckus beginning behind me at the security check point. Two passionate men were causing an uproar because they were trying to enter the building, but refused to submit their bags to a screening to make sure that there were no weapons within. They then rambled on about some code entitling them to distributing a questionnaire to the officers. The officers referred to them as fruitcakes and had more officers come and deal with the situation.

I giggled about it quite a many times and after giggling with Joey and checking out a "gorgeous" chick, I returned back inside to wait. I met James, a loan officer for Bank of America who decided to talk to me. We had exchanged the typical friendly smiles, followed by looking down at the ground to signify me not wanting to talk to him. Then he was called for what he needed to do, and so I was left back to my silent preparing for my next 24 hours.

I was brought down to the holding area with my other comrades (5 guys, so I wouldn't be spending time with them). We were stripped of everything but our clothing and patted down. I was more groped than patted, but oh well. I went to my "suite" for the next day.

It had exactly 304 bricks comprising the walls. It was painted an awful shade of blue that looked gross with the blue metal doors/"window". There were 17 screws in the room, 12 affixing the light to the wall, 3 attaching the water fountain/sink/toilet to the wall and 2 keeping the grate on the vent on the wall. There were two "bunks". One was a concrete block on the ground approximately 6 feet long by 2 feet wide. About 3 feet above it, affixed to the wall by 4 large bolts, was the second bunk. I pulled the mattress off of the top bunk and doubled up mine on the bottom.

At no point did I have a roommate, but five different girls were arrested throughout my stay. I quickly learned that the girls handled the situation in two distinct ways: A. Cry hysterically and freak out, or 2. Remain calm and cordial, and even somewhat friendly with those in your surroundings.

Three of the girls were in the same boat as me, option number 2. But two of the girls were in the first category. One of them more so than the other. She was bawling on the phone with her mother, keeping me awake. Eventually she calmed down enough for me to be able to sleep. I woke up to her hyperventilating, crying, and yelling. She was freaking the fuck out. I quickly realized that talking to her would be A. The right thing to do, and 2. The key to me getting back to sleep.

So I asked her what was wrong, and she replied that she was having a nervous breakdown. I didn't really know how to help her, but I tried to break her down as I figured that I would best be broken down in this situation. I got her to slow her breathing down by focusing on it and breathing through her shirt. Then I started to talk to her about things other than that which she was freaking the fuck out about, such as school, work, etc. And then, I got her to laugh about her situation, noting that hopefully she at least won the fight that got her there.

Finally, she was calm, and quiet. I returned to sleep. I slept probably 20 of my 24 hours. I never really was upset or thinking about what I did, just slept. It helped that because of my ribs I have a prescription for Vicodin, which aided my sleeping continuously.