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Name: Jodie
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Birthday: 7/23/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: singing, dancing, acting, painting, drawing, reading
Expertise: performing arts
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Yahoo:  leogurl723
Member Since:
7/31/2003
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| boooooooo i haven't written in this thing in forever. i tried starting fresh and new on other sites, but then i started using capitalization (which i hate) and realized that it just wouldn't be the same. so i was reading my past entries. i'm a funny kid. i implore you to read them too  so i'm watching divorce court right now--have you guys seen this show? it used to be on like 4 times a day but now it's shown on my 9 (formerly known as upn) from 10-11am. and it used to be on fox. so the judge used to be mablean ephriam (may-buh-lean ee-from), and all of a sudden, woah woah woah, it's judge toler. what the hell, my 9, what were you guys thinking?? so i did my research to find out what became of judge mablean. it turns out the producers of the show were forcing her to wear a wig, and she refused; hence, they did not renew her contract. c'est dommage. but anyway, i like judge toler, so it's not a big deal. freshman, once again but it's okay, because i'm a cool frosh  so, the college experience is...hmm, i don't know, how do i say this...fucking amazing. my description isn't based on the classes, or the parties, or the people. no no, my friends, it's based on the pure fact that i can't imagine myself anywhere else. and everyday, when i'm in the campus dining center, or the other campus dining center, and watch the people walking around, i keep feeling this amazing surge of excitement. it's orgasmic, i swear. speaking of orgasmic, word of the day: _________________________ bbbj: bareback blow job a.k.a. oral sex on a male without a condom; an abbreviation/term used mostly with regards to prostitution. ex: brenda gave a bbbj to that guy who has gonorrhea, don't kiss her. i'll talk to u guys later or something. peace out cub scouts | | |
| im a vassarian!!
i don't think anyone knows my level of happiness, im just so elated!!!
long time no see everyone, im sorry for not writing in here. i thought i was finished with xanga, but i wrote a poem all over my hand yesterday and realized i needed to express myself in verse. so, as i announced earlier, im into college and totally unstressed. i dont think i've ever been so happy to be accepted into something. vassar class of 2010 woo wooooo!!! remember when i was so tense about filling out applications and everything? well for all you rising seniors out there, let me just tell you, find some place you like and apply early decision--you won't regret it, you'll be copasetic for the rest of the year.
prom is in the middle of may. i have a date . he's great. his name is jake. he swims in a lake. (i'm kidding of course, i was unsuccessfully trying to rhyme.) anyway, his information won't be disclosed to the public because i never disclose names anyway. but yea, he's great. by the way, if any senior seton hall preppers every come across this site (which would be uncanny) if you can't find a date to prom, you should ask me, because i really want to go.
anyway, this myspace/facebook thing is getting crazy. i like the fact that facebook implores you to only accept people that you know as friends, but i'm a little uncomfortable with the first name/last name thing. myspace is a whole other bowling alley lane. they don't reveal too much, but there are so many people who become friends with strangers not knowing their intentions (though they do use the "here for: friends, dating, etc) i think i know like 10 people on my friends' list, it's ridiculous. the thing is i don't have the heart to deny anyway, so now i have all these supposed friends that i don't know, and excuse me if this sounds wimpish, but it can be pretty scary.
i'm going to go eat bacon now so i'll write more later. peace and chicken.
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| heyyy biatches. oh goodness gracious i havent been here in the longest. xanga's changed a bit i see. um, as you can see, (to your left) i cut my hair in august, but i'll update that picture, because its longer than that now yayy. my hairdresser said it will grow back by december, but trying out the short hair thing was cool. at least now i know i can rock both styles  i kid, i kid. but anyway, now for the important things.
college
is a bitch.
and im not even there yet.
all this stress and, ooo do your applications and, ooo write your essays and, ooo get good grades. well oooo kiss my ass. you know what im going to say when i get rejected? "intelligence is genetic so blame my ancestry." there are girls in my class who have written three essays (since the summer), and are still writing more. i haven't even seen an application. i don't know what the hell im doing, and gosh darn, frankly, i don't care. i'm going to get accepted somewhere, because oak knoll and my family will disown me if i don't. and what is it with everyone asking me my SAT scores and my college choices. get off my back dammit. c'est privé. go bother juniors. leave seniors be, they have business to take care of. (well obviously not me since i'm a slacker.)
okay guys i have a stalker. not jean, he's way over me. and not as scary as kelly's stalker. but annoying all the same. you know, i was afraid to listen to my voicemail this morning because i thought it would be full of threats, because thats the kind he's been leaving. okay so get this, every time i pass by this kid's house, he always has something to say, and i keep walking because, as established in the last paragraph, i'm a senior and i'm busy. so anyway, i'm waiting for kelly outside one night before i go to the oratory dance, and it's dark and scary outside. anyway, this kid comes to talk to me and it's a whole bunch of blah blah blah let's talk crap. we agree to be friends and he says "okay well that's a good start" and im like, start? what the fuck are you talking about. that's the way it's going to be. kelly comes to pick me up, we leave.
i see him maybe two days later, i'm talking on the phone, and he's bothering me. he wants my number. he won't stop following me until i give it to him. the end. next day, he comes to me, "i have a feeling, i have a feeling, i have a feeling you gave me the wrong number." so i give him the right one. i told him not to call me before nine, and the fool called me at 7. excuse me, do you have verizon? no. do i favor you in any way? no. then why the fuck are you calling me before nine. he says he'll call me later, he does, i don't feel like picking up. after this day, i don't feel like picking up anymore, because again, he has violated my 'after nine' rule and i don't feel like talking. then, he starts to leave threatening messages: "i see you like to play games, that's okay, i'll play games too." he begins to call, and when i don't pick up, blocks his number and calls.
now i don't know if he thinks i'm some kind of idiot, but it's obviously you if i get two calls in a time range of two minutes, and the latter call is restricted. dumbass.
he probably figured i was on to his "game", so he began to call from every number in the phone book (it seems). he keeps leaving rude messages. i don't get it, why don't you just stop calling. he followed me while i was walking my dog the other day at like 10, im a busy child, i don't have time for you and your complaints of me not picking up. it's your own fault because you knew i didn't want to give you my number in the first place. he's really screwing himself over because now i fantasize about kicking him in the balls. in the past 3 days he has called (counting): 13 times. all the rest have disappeared from my phone because of space issues. pisses me off. 
on a lighter note, sexual vocab:
coitus interruptus: the withdrawal of the penis prior to ejaculation. known to you kiddies as "pulling out"
ex: Billy prefers coitis interruptus to condoms.
peace out cub scouts
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| hi bitches, i doubt any of u will check this, but just to let u kno, im close to being reunited with my beloved internet. AND, the count down to my birthday is beginning. so get souped, cuz u kno i am. any ideas for what im doing on it? call me. ok bye bitches, thats all i wanted to say, talk to u soon hopefully, will be back with pics and current events (cuz u should kno by now that i moved and am living in a hot pink room that deserves to be displayed on here.) so, call me if u wanna hang out. im a bit bored. peace and love. dont forget about my bday | | |
| hey people. im sitting next to whitney in the library, and she was telling me about horseback riding and how she goes away every weekend, and i dont know how she possibly has time for everything, while i do nothing and i still feel busy. anyway, difference keeps coming up in my conversations lately, and i've seen different aspects of it. there's the different that people want everyone to believe, and there's also the different that no one wants to be. ex: come on, im not like other guys u meet, im different next ex: why didnt he wear jeans like everybody else? i've come to my own conclusion that the people who tell u they're different, ironically enough, arent. obviously because they're not the only one saying it. they're just another person who thinks they're different.
hold on, i have work to do, ttyl
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