My Murderhat came today :3

( That was a plus. )

On another note, I've decided to go ahead and do that research paper anyway.
My composition exam is Tuesday, and maybe, JUST MAYBE, if I show up with the paper, she might give me at least HALF credit.
Sounds like a good idea, right?

Also: I still have a humanities paper to write before Saturday, but that should be easy.
That class always is.
And then I've got finals and that's it!
First semester of college completed 8D
Not entirely successfully, but whatever.

That's all for now, I guess.
Ta.

SRSLY.
THIS AMS NOT GOOD.
TWO OF THE FOUR PAPERS FOR MY COMPOSITION CLASS THAT WERE WORTH SIXTY PERCENT OF MY OVERALL GRADE = NOT TURNED IN BY ME BECAUSE I'M A RETARD.
FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEE AND MY PROCRASTINATION SKILLZ!

OH WELL DEFEAT ACCEPT.
LOOKS LIKE I'LL BE IN COMPOSITION I AGAIN NEXT SEMESTER.
BRB GOTTA TRY FLUSHING MY HEAD DOWN THE TOILET AGAIN.

HEY GUYS.
I TOTALLY GOT ME A BASS GUITAR.
JUST TODAY.
FOR TWENTY-FIVE BUCKS.
AND IT'S A LEFTIE.
AWESOME!

( I named it Archimedes (8 )

Life is good (8

FIRST: If you've been tagged, you must write your answers in your LJ and replace any question that you dislike with a new, original question.

SECOND: Tag eight sexy people. Don't refuse to do that like a pansy. Unless you really don't want to of course. And if you're not tagged and you want to do it, then go right ahead!


EL QUESTIONSO:
Who sleeps in bed next to you?
My Lucy Monroe :3

What does your favorite shirt look like?
I don't really have a favorite shirt.

What did you last eat?
One of those big Hershey's candy bars.

Would you rather be famous for your singing, dancing, acting or athletic talent?
I can't sing, dance, act, or bat my way out of a paper bag to save my life, so.

What are you reading right now?
Nothing.

If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?
Michigan I guess.

What's really creepy?
Dentists.

Name one odd item within five feet of you.
My poopy, poopy homework.

What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
Metalocalypse, foo'.

What did you really want to do today that you didn't?
Go shopping.

What are you most excited for?
The end of this semester.

What's your favorite snack food?
KETTLE CORN.

What is one thing you wouldn't do for a million dollars?
Skydive. Seriously.

What is the last actual, physical CD you bought?
Oh wow, it's been so long. REISE, REISE maybe?

What's your biggest procrastination method?
The internetz.

Are there any bits of childhood that you miss?
Just all of it.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, or Winter?
Autumn.

Say something to the person who tagged you.
HI STEFFANIE!


I TAG:
Anyone who fancies them self to be sexy.

You know how sometimes people on your friends list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when?!" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know?
It happens to all of us.

Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate, as one-word-answers seldom help anyone out.

FIRST NAME:
Jamie, your grace.

AGE:
eighteen

LOCATION:
St. Petersburg, Florida

OCCUPATION:
A lazy, lazy college student.

PARTNER?
SOON, I PROMISE.
[and by "soon," I mean "January fifth."]

KIDS?
Not for a VERY long time, yo.

BROTHERS/SISTERS?
No way broski.

PETS?
Only my great dane, Lucy Monroe :3

LIST THE THREE TO FIVE OF THE BIGGEST THINGS GOING ON IN YOUR LIFE.
o1. going to college
o2. revamping my room
o3. pining for that boy

PARENTS:
My mother is a fifty eight year old LPN and my father died in 2006.
He was awesome and she is a nag.

WHO ARE SOME OF YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS?
Brie Bear, KRISTAAAAHHH, Mark, aaand Jarn.

So it's Thanksgiving and I just woke up.
And guess what I'm gonna have for breakfast?

CINNAMON BUUUUUNNNNNNS!!!

Directed by vodka and beer.

Happy Thanksgiving!

BUT MOSTLY BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A LIFE WHATSOEVER.
HAVE FUN.

That is all.

Skype: JamieThePooh
Windows Live: jamieabickford@yahoo.com
AOL: BeauootifulSoup

Bitches should chat me up so I can get distracted from homework and procrastinate more than I already do 8D

Seriously, they are.
They don't listen to you when you tell them not to do something.
They do retarded things time after time after time and get seriously injured.
They have an odd fascination with cars and can't seem to comprehend the fact that females couldn't POSSIBLY care less.
And most importantly, they don't tell you when they're going away for a month and a half. Well, that is, they don't tell you until they're scrambling to pack a bag because their flight leaves in four hours and you're wondering what the hell is up.
Okay, okay; so maybe not ALL boys are stupid, just most of 'em.
Particularly the one described above.
Pff, idiot.
Can't even leave me in peace even though we're approximately six states away.
Retard.

So here I am, sitting in the living room, hunched over my laptop screen, squinting through my INCREDIBLY dirty glasses, TRYING to finish this damned project that's due at noon, AND I CAN'T CONCENTRATE.
Fuck.
So what do I do?
Write something on LiveJournal.
I don't even care if this makes sense or if anyone reads it or whatever. I'm just trying to clear out my cranium a little so I can continue typing a mini report on "how the Venus of Willendorf relates to more recent art" or something.
Fascinating stuff, that.
TWO AND A HALF MONTHS!
CAN YOU FREAKING BELIEVE IT?!
GOSH.
FRICKIN' IDIOT.

Okay, we're good.
Just need a candy bar or something and I'll be fine.
Maybe take a nap for a few hours. It's twenty to five now, so maybe I could sleep 'til seven thirty/eight.
I dunno.
I think my cartilage piercing is infected again. Might hafta check that out before I konk out.
DIGRESSION.

At least Thanksgiving is coming up and I'll get a few days off'a school (8

Because I post random shit at odd hours.

( HER NAME IS LUCY MONROE. )

In other news: TODAY IS FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH!
WHAT WILL YOU BE DOING?
I have a paper to start, an art project to do, a picnic to attend, and a relationship to finally start maybe.
This could very well turn out to be a decent weekend.
More pointlessness later.
-Jamers

SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS, YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY.
THE SEASON THREE PREMIERE OF METALOCALYPSE GAVE ME SEIZURES.
AND I KNOW THERE ARE ABOUT A MILLION POSTS ABOUT IT, BUT I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S FLYING ASS.
I PERSONALLY DIDN'T WATCH IT WHEN IT AIRED, BUT MY FRIEND DVRed SO I GOT TO SEE IT TODAY AND OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD.

I knew they couldn't kill off Charlie, they just couldn't.
And was that a leather jacket?
Beautiful.
The fact that Toki took up a stripper job to help pay for stuff was GOLDEN.
Younger!Dethklok was quite a tasty morsel as well~
I want scream-activated lighting complete with double bass drums for my room.
Also: the vision of loveliness that is Charles Foster Offdensen was actually improved upon [as impossible as that sounds] with the addition of that delectable scar.

JUST YES.

Soooo I suppose I've re-discovered LiveJournal in a sense; not that anyone's missed me or actually reads what I write anyway, but I suppose I could put off my homework a little longer to ramble on about my ever fascinating life.
I'm not entirely sure why I fell out of the loop, but I imagine it has something to do with my getting wrapped up with my senior year at high school accompanied by my enamoredness with a certain fellow. Regardless, I am back and intend to continue my lurker ways.
As far as the present goes, I am attending the local community college and have my hopes set on ultimately becoming a firefighter. I have recently come into ownership of a MacBook Pro [which is rarely seen anywhere other than beneath my fingertips]. I am working on totally revamping my room--painting it orange, re-finishing the hardwood floors, clearing out about half the crap I own, getting different furniture, etc. I still am without a car let alone a driver's license. My mother continues to vex me beyond all reason with her new-found cannabis fixation. I have just made a permanent modification to my body via a tattoo of the 666 symbol behind my left ear [just for shits 'n giggles, I swear]. Aaand last but most CERTAINLY not least, my relationship with the aforementioned "fellow" is nowhere closer to my boyfriend goal than it was back in February, much to my chagrin.
That's all that comes to mind right now.
Perhaps more later.
Who knows?
Maybe I'll even become a regular 'round these parts.
Until then,
-Jamers