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Name: Jeslyn
Birthday: 2/19/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: At the moment I'm very fond of The Bloodhound Gang, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series of books, if that gives you any insight into my odd little brain. I really like shiny things, especially shiny things that I can put on myself. This often results in amusing combinations of clothing, although I'm getting better at dressing like I'm not blind. Makeup is my friend, especially now that it's stopped making me look like a racoon. Oh, and I'm gay for Angelina Jolie. Can't forget that. Yep.
Expertise: I can do a near-perfect impression of Gir from Invader Zim, including knowing every note to The Doom Song. I can recite The Bad Touch by The Bloodhound Gang flawlessly. I'm good at drawing people in kinky outfits. Ooh, and one time I played Zelda: Ocarina of Time start to finish all in one day. That was awesome.
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  squee of doom x
Member Since:
1/30/2005
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| "VD" stands for both "Valentine's Day" and "Venereal Disease". :D
OHOHOH AND
ALREADY CONFIRMED FOR 2006...
Rise Against
/ NOFX / From First To Last / Thursday / Motion City Soundtrack / Anti-Flag /
Underoath / Against Me! / Armor For Sleep / The Bouncing Souls / Joan Jett and
the Blackhearts / Aiden / Riverboat Gamblers / Valiant Thorr / Less Than Jake /
hellogoodbye / Everytime I Die / The Acadamy Is / Greely Estates
I'M SO TOTALLY GOING TO WARPED TOUR THIS YEAR.
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| I met a guy. About a month ago. His name was Alex and he was perfect.
We talked for hours every day and spent every possible moment together
and he said he loved me and I said I loved him and everything was a
motherfucking fairy tale, everything I've ever wanted and I had it.
Today he realized that he wasn't ready to get over his last girlfriend,
so now it's over. This is an accurate representation of life. Misery
-> ecstacy -> misery, etc etc etc. The sad part is, I'm used to
it. Sure, I screamed and cried and threw things against the wall (put a
good dent in my citrine/amethyst ring that has seemed to ruin 2
relationships already? fucking thing is cursed). But now I'm over it
and I'm nonchalantly organizing my friends on myspace.
I wish I could be mad at him, but I can't. He spent an hour on the
phone with me, crying with me and saying how sorry he was. It was easy
last time, when I could scream about how much of a fucking manwhore
bastard he was. But I can't do that this time. Fucking perfect bastard.
Gorgeous, perfect bastard.
Well, we must always look on a bright side, even when the dark side is
fucking us sideways up the ass. The bright side is, I've got back-up
plans (stfu, I'm not a whore, every girl has to make -plans-, yo). And
they better be at forensics tomorrow.
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| I auditioned for governor's school today. I think it went quite well. ^^ I'm optimistic.
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| Wow so yesterday kicked so much unbelievable ass. Got to spend a lot of
time being crazy with my 2 best friends. ;x Days like that need to
happen more often. <3
Today was somewhat uneventful. I got to drive on the interstate. And I got a used Fatboy Slim CD for $6. Scooooore.
This week is going to be sooooooo long omg. x_x Like, seriously. It needs to be next saturday right now.
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| New peeeeeeeekture. Bua ha ha. My glasses pwn all. :D
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