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Name: Jessica
Gender: Female
Interests: Well, i could list every single one but that would take up pages and pages. So i'm simply gonna say that i'm an eclectic person. (FYI: if you don't know what eclectic means, there is something called THE DICTIONARY which could help you)
Expertise: Nothing...i am enjoying being an amateur about everything i do
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Member Since:
4/10/2005
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| sometimes i don't feel like a teenager. not that i have ever exactly been the normal teenager, but lately i feel out of place sometimes and a mass of contradictions. i analyze everything, i enjoy lengthy discussions on anything from politics, to fantasy books, healthy eating, laws, current events, theology, movies and medical conditions. i'm odd and weird and anal and obsessive and some would say insane. i like dramas and comedies and action, but i hate stupidity and reality shows along with horror which seems to have become the life blood of teeagers. I am unabashedly clumsy but my secret dreams would be to know how to dance and learn self defence and martial arts. i love to write creatively, but i'm one of the most logical, nerdy, on the surface left-brained people i've ever known. i will never cry, for real cry, in front of people, yet i tear up at movies. i am empathetic, which is not as good of trait as it seems yet a have a pretty nasty temper. i hate utter silence, yet sometimes it seems like people don't know how to shut up. you can fill the air with more than talk. there is always the wind, the sounds of naure. or there is music. there is nothing better in the world then music. music is unabridged emotion, stories that need to be told. with words or without, in english or not, it portrays thoughts, feeling and emotion. it tells a story and takes you away. people try to fill the air with useless talk, but it is music that can cmmunicate with such beauty. music is more than what is recorded, though. it is the things of everyday life. people rely too much on eyesight. there is a question sometimes asked...would you rather lose your sense of sight or your sense of hearing. without a doubt, i would pick sight. i can live without sight. i can compensate with touch and sound and smell. and i have been given the wonder of being able to see at least a little. but i could not give up my hearing. you describe the way something looks. but there is no way to describe the wind in the trees, the songs of birds in the spring, the thunder in a storm, the carols at christmas time, the pitter-patter of rain, the laughter of a friend, the purr of a kitten, the chatter in a hallway, the cicadas at night, the crackle of a fire, the waves hitting shore. there is no way to describe music, with its beats and rhythms, its melodies and harmonies and dischords. without the ability to hear the world around me, my life would lose something special. there is a saying, stop and smell the roses. i say stop and listen to the music of life. | | |
| wow, so i've been gone for about a month...that's a lot of stuff to cover.
i went to debate comp for two weeks...yeah, well, just imagine school, heat, everything leads to global nuke war, and lots of definitions and you've basically got it.
came back for a day just in time to catch beauty and the beast...very well done, i enjoyed it a lot. sam was a corkscrew, that was definetly entertaining.
left to see my relatives in ohio. first off came my aunt betsy and uncle carl and their kids. that was hectic, crazy and fun. on the way down there, we stopped at a panera and i offered to pay, but my uncle wouldn't allow it. the chashier lady asked us if it was a first date. btw, there were my three cousins, a 3year old boy, and 8 and 9 yr old girls, running around. we quickly explained that, no, i was his niece...yeah, that was odd. the next day we wnet to a water park. one of ride operators thought i was Court and Kathleen's mother...yeah, no. i rode greyhounds from their home to my grandparents. at the terminal, i was waiting for my aunt to park the ar and bring my luggage and some bus operator guy stated telling me i couldn't run away on his bus...then my aunt and the three kids came in and he promtly left me alone...that was awkward. so, at my grandparents house we went to the freedom center. it's this museum thats all about slavery and oppression in the US history and oppression that occurs around the world today...very moving, very cool, very much a repeat of us history last year. then i got to ride a bus home with a layover in detroit. yeah, that was interesting, i meet this family from the netherlands who were visiting friends here. i sat next to one of the boys, Gideon, on the bus. he was about 10 yrs old and a part of one of the national choirs of the netherlands. it was cool. he and his brother Levi were cute. i arrived safetly at home and started paking for the family vacation.
we spent the last week on the boat, sailing and such. i read a lot of books and slept poorly. it was hot and i got a tan. it wasn't eexactly not fun, just....uneventful. kathy came out to sail with us twice, that was cool. we also saw pirates of the carribean one night. very cool, good story...i was so excited that someone finally used the kracken in a movie.
so, i got back saturday night. spent yesterday with youth group kids watching a lot of movies and spent the night at anna's so we could watch titanic. so, yeah, that was the jist of what i've done this past month.
oh, yeah, i meet this really cute boy named Harley. he has gorgeous light brown hair and cute brown eyes. he's really athletic and fun to hang out with. he's also under three feet tall and drools. i think i'm in love.
anyways, hoe ya'll had a great july and i hope i get to see most of you before the school year starts. | | |
| I GOT MY LISCENSE!!!!!
and i passed the health test. yay for me...hope you all are having an awesome summer! | | |
| this mission trip was different than all the others i've done. all of it was construction work and it was all done in a camping-like enviuroinment. we didn't have a kitchen or a real bathroom, so we brought along propane stoves and tried to do meals and we had port-a-potties, used basins for sinks, and drove 45 minutes away to shower. almost evey day it rained, and put us behind along with a lot of other issues. we didn't finish the jobs when we thought we would so we satyed an extra few hours the next day and ended up driving home through the night. i finally arrived home at about 3 in the morning. i think i can say this was the most difficult of mission trips i have been on and probably will ever be on. because of that, i learned a lot of things. so,some of what i learned was:
that love is an action word, having running water is a gift, one pot meals are good, that over 30 high school kids can do manual labor for over five straight days from 7am to 8or later pm with very little sleep and free time and do a good job, that God can answer prayers immediately, how to play egyptian ratscrew, being able to say "i need to shower" and simply walking into another room to do it is really nice, that a road doesn't have to be wide enough for two cars to still fit two cars, that i am an expert sider, that spiders like port-a-potties, that you can form a whole indoor water system that uses rainwater, that automatic locks on cars can work without the car being on so never leave keys in a closed car, that there is such a thing as eating too many sandwiches, that someone can visit lowes way too many timnes, that coffe makers can sound like an earthquake, that sometimes adults are the ones who won't shut up and go to sleep, that you move your hands and wrists to do everything, and that everyone can push themselves to do more than they ever thought they could
God bless all of you.
ADD-ON: so on the drive home we ended up stopping for dinner and my mom realized that she had no money, so she, my brother, and i made plans to borrow money form the other chaperones. then, after both sam and i have ordered and paid with someone elses money, she realizes she can use her credit card...it was really funny in a "wow, mom, blonde moment?" way. | | |
| this morning i actually woke up past 7...it was really nice. so i decided to read in bed and enjoy the morning. somewhere around 9:30, dimbat starts going crazy. i go to yel at her to not bark, cuz it's generally just a squirrel that ran by or a walker, the usual neighborhood stuff. but, no it wasn;t any of those things. Right in our front garden, less than three feet from the window, was a giant wild turkey!! this is the closest i have ever been to a wild turkey. i mean, come on, we live in suburbia. anyways, i put the dog in a room and get the camera to take pictures so people will know i'm not making this up. so i cpme out with the camera and take a picture. the flash startled it and it started to move toward the side of the house, so, in my pj and barefoot, i go outside and follow it, taking some more pictures so hopefully one of them come out right, cuz i'm too stupid to remember that on digital you can see if it turns out okay. so the turkey goes around our house, and i run back inside and downstairs to get a better look from the back porch. and the turkey's attacking our grill. i'm not kidiing it was pecking it. it was the funniest thing i've eer seen. of course, when i pull the camera out to get a picture of this, it moves behind the grill and i can't get a shot. then it walked awayu into the trees. it was so not normal. and to celebrate the odd day, i made pancakes. and then i cleaned the bathrooms. | | |
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