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Thursday, April 17, 2003

 
Hey kids, Jaclyn "Continuously and Deservedly Shafted" Backhaus here, once again for your reading pleasure.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm disappointed in myself for having low confidence, which in turn leads to crappy "I'm not worthy" theatre company election speeches, which in turn leads me to lose both elections, which in turn lowers my self confidence.

Why is it all just some cruel cycle?

I lost to two people I knew would beat me. Deep deep down there, like in some place I probably don't even know I had, there was this doubt in me that undermined all of my hopeful, wishful thinking. I know I shouldn't feel all stupid and down on myself, but (as Willy Shakespeare once said), "Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we/ for such as we are made of, such we be." That means that I can't help it.

You know, people with no confidence should all band together and give confidence to one another. That way, they'd all be happy. Happy and bubbly.

You know what's a good word to cheer you up when you're down? "Goober." Seriously, say that word with a lot of emphasis, and you'll feel better before you can say "Bob's your Uncle" (which is a phrase with the same effect). That is, unless you just broke up with your significant other and "Goober" was their pet name. In those situations, Goober is more a hinderance than a help. Heaven forbid.

I don't really know what to write about.

Heee I'm listening to angry, violent, "I want to rip out the fibers of your soul and crush them on the well-worn pavement" type music, but I'm really not a violent person. I'd be a pacifist, but then the War-Liking people would yell at me, and my unconfidenced self would run and cower in a corner.

Wait a minute, that "fiber" line was pretty good. I made it up. Maybe I have a future career in the dark-emo-sad music arena.
Seriously, folks, I'm just having a blah-type day... I guess I'll just never have a chance to win anything soon, except for maybe...

Vote for Jaclyn for prom princess! :-D hahahahahahahaha

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

 

When I was in Washington, DC, I spent a lot of my time with kids from across our great nation, and we all had one common interest- law. Of course, there were the kids that I shared other things with, and they're the ones I became friends with. We all stayed up late watching stupid Comedy Central movies and eating Cheetos.

There are some people you just click with. Like this: (click!). When I was in Washington DC over spring break, I clicked very well with a particular individual named Chuck.

He lives in NEBRASKA!

Moving on...

He was the most outspoken and intelligent individual of our group. Holy mother of pearl, he knows everything about everything. He though it was cute how I'd jump for joy when I got the chance to inform him of some trivial fact. But anyway...

We talked about science and art and politics and sports and girls and boys and hip-hop and Europe and our futures and Broadway plays and how he wants to travel to Japan after high school and how I want to go to New York. He told me his favorite Beatle was John, and I argued that while Paul always served as my personal eye-candy, I'm a Ringo fan at heart. He told me that I was his favorite person from the entire forum, and even though there were a lot more girls on our trip who were prettier than me, he said he liiiiiked me.

And he's cuuuuute.

And this unexplicable spark ignited in four days. Now that's what I call a catch.

He even condones my unconditional love for Rivers Cuomo, which most boys merely scoff at.

And even though my trip was back in March, I still talk to him over the phone. He doesn't care about long-distance. I could talk to him about anything. In fact, this bubbly rambling is due to the fact that I talked to him about half an hour ago.

And he wants to come and visit over the summer! Why does the perfect boy have to live so far away?

And why is it that whenever I'm hopelessly twitterpated with someone, my writing ability goes to all hell? Why oh why?

Sigh. :) last boy entry for a great while, I promise.



Sunday, April 13, 2003

 
When in doubt, consult Weezer.

If you want it, you can have it
But you've got to learn to reach out there and grab it
'Cause everybody wants some loooove (oh baby!)
Shooting from the stars above (oh baby!)
And though my heart will break
There's more that I could take
I could never get enough
If you need it, you should show it
'Cause you might play so monastic that you blow it
'Cause everybody wants some, ooh (oh baby!)
Something they can barely know (oh baby!)
And though my heart will break
There's more that I could take
I could never let it go
It's in the photograph
It's in the photograph
It's in the photograph of love
'Cause everybody wants a dream (oh baby!)
Something they can barely see (oh baby!)
And though my heart will break
There's more that I could take
I could never let it be
It's in the photograph
It's in the photograph
It's in the photograph of love
If you blew it, don't reject it
Just sit drawing up the plans and re-erect it
Just sit drawing up the plans and re-erect it
Just sit drawing up the plans and re-erect it.

(enter applause here)

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