Don't Stop

Hey everybody!

I had a great idea for a blog today! I haven't written in so long because I have so much going on (which doesn't make sense, but it's not really entertaining stuff as much as Jam's head explodes stuff. So what I'm going to do is write an entire blog without backspacing, besides for spelling errors, because that would be just silly to leave those in. I mean, duh. Let's go!

The Oscars pissed me off! I watch them every year and get so excited for them, and every year they disappoint me with their decisions. Every single year. This year, "Babel" was my choice for best everything, and it only pulled out best original score. I agree that the music was what made that movie spectacular, amongst other things, but it was such a gripping and moving film. It reminds me of "Crash", last year's winner, only so much better. Crash was great, but didn't stay with me as much as Babel will. Babel was about the universality of pain and suffering and the barrier we face with communication. It was less of a public service announcement like "Crash" and more of a real film. On the bright side, Cate Blanchett looked so hot. Like, even I could tell that. She is probably my favourite actress - she almost makes me want to go straight. Almost.

If you haven't seen Babel, see it. It changed my life.

School's going surprisingly well. I have this grammar course that I was terrified to take because, well, ew, grammar. My prof showed up the first day of classes and said a bunch of us would fail and that she's a devil spawn, basically. Every other class, she's been my favourite professor, lol. She's funny and helpful and I guess she wanted to pretend she was tough for a day. It's fun to pretend, Mrs. Nice Prof. Sometimes I pretend I'm a movie star! ..*ahem* anyway, I really love the class because I get the material, and it's straight-forward, not subjective like the rest of my courses. There's this gorgeous man who sits about four seats up from me. He's basically my downfall because I'll be staring at him and the prof will ask me a question and I'll be in some dreamy-man-fantasy. Damn you, hot men of the world. Damn you.

I've made some friends recently that I think will be friends for life, which makes me SO happy. I was getting so worried that my friendships here were just fleeting expenditures, but I've met some who really value who I am, what I have to offer, etc. They've given me self-confidence I never knew I could have. I look in the mirror and actually think I look good because they do think I look good. I mean, no one has ever really called me ugly or unattractive, but whenever my friends call me "hot" or whatever, I always feel like they're lying, or just playing along. These people, though, see that I'm a handsome person inside and out and it feels really great. I hope I get more time to hang out with them and get to know them before summer!

I like this boy. I really don't even know him that well, but what I have seen of him, I adore. He's really what I'd be looking for in a guy - he's self-motivated, funny, outgoing, social. The only thing is I don't think he likes me. I get mixed signals all the time. I guess he doesn't want to move fast because he's still hurt from his ex, but it's hard to wait when you see something amazing, you see what could be, and you know you can't have it. I'm not saying that to be creepy like "I MUST HAVE HIM, GRALGH!" (That was my monster-creepy noise thing..) I'm saying that I could see something with him, something that I haven't seen in a long time, and it's just hard to know after searching for so long, that this may not come to fruition.

On a side note, since I'm rambling on, on purpose mind you, I'm sick of people telling me not to look for love, or whatever they say. I "look for love", as retarded as that sounds, because I feel I am a very complete person, and I'm ready to be in a relationship. Am I lonely? Yeah. I live on an island with no close friends. Could I live without a boyfriend? Of course. I'm not some needy leech. (I'm a non-needy leech! Aaaaahaha.. ha.. kidding.) Anyways, I know I'll find a guy, even if it's not this guy, but this is my blog and I can cry if I want to!

I had a conversation with the guy about how nothing good ever lasts. There's always an end, that everything is finite. At first I said that he shouldn't think like that, and he just has to find something or someone that will be an infinite good. After thinking, I kind of agree with him, but I don't really.. I don't really care, lol. I mean, I've had friends that have come and gone through my life, I have friends now that will do the same, but what does it matter? As long as you keep living and keep experiencing good things, the good will not be finite, just how you achieve the good. Does that make sense? Does any of this make sense? Wow, the things that spew out of my brain when I don't stop typing. Type type type type! ..yep!

I've been looking for a place this week. My previous plans fell through, so I'm going to just be getting a room in a student house somewhere. Frankly, it should be a good experience, living with a bunch of random people. I mean, I'll meet an entire new group of people and their friends, and I'll get to see the city from a whole other perspective by living elsewhere. Oooh, AND, I'm going to get a cell phone next year rather than a land-line. I've decided. The phone I want, which is going to be astronomically expensive, is the Apple iPhone. It is released in July and is so sleak and innovative and I just want it. I probably can't have it because I'm as poor as a bum with student loans (Actually, I kind of AM a bum with student loans!), but I'm gonna try! Mmm, pretty phone.

I might not be able to go to Animé North this year. That's the big event I go to every year with Heidi and the gang, and I love it more than basically anything else in the entire year, but if I get a job here, I guess I'll have to stay. It makes me so sad, and I'm really going to try to get there, but it might not happen, and that makes me as sad as a bum with student loans and a scrape on his knee. That's one sad bum.

My shirt says "The bigger the boots, the bigger the stud." I love it to bits! I need to buy more witty tees. I'll be the king of the ball! ..the t-shirt ball. Because.. shut up.

We have mice in our townhouse. They live in between my floor and the living room ceiling. We hear them running around when we get really quiet. It's the creepiest sound ever. At first, I had an image of a pile of bones falling over and rattling. Well, maybe the mice knocked over bones? ..I get to move soon! Yay! Haha!

"Heroes" is getting crazy. If any of you don't watch it, you're silly willies and should go watch it. I think it's the best show I've ever seen, tied with "Lost" of course. "Lost" is crazy too. EVERYTHING'S CRAZY! Do you know what else? I bought hot dogs today that say "no preservatives" on the package. Isn't false advertising illegal? Crazy.

Well, I've rambled on long enough! I love you all, you crazy tomatoes, you!

--Jam

Attention! No tomatoes were harmed in the production of this blog. A newfie's brain is paradise lost, and his fingers hurt, but that's it. Crazy!

Five More

Hey hey.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been psycho-busy with school and other crazy stress, but things are coming back to normal, so that's a good thing.

I really don't have much to post about. I might take a slight blog hiatus because there's no point in posting if nothing's happening, right?

Oh, I'm doing this playlist guess thing on Facebook, so I'll transfer some of the songs over here. Basically what happens is I post the first forty songs from my playlist (on shuffle) and write down the first lines to all of them for you guys to guess. Most of them have been guessed, but I'll post up the remaining to see if people who read my blog who aren't on Facebook can get them. That should keep you busy until I find something to write about, lol.

Don't use Google! This is testing how well you can recognize lyrics, not how well you can use a search engine.

Bold songs are still left to be guessed.
Unbold songs have already been guessed.

1. I thought that you'd be lovin' me.
2. We've been on the run, drivin' in the sun, looking out for number one.
3. I walked across an empty land.
4. I brought you something close to me, left you something you see through your here.
5. Saturday, steppin' into the club, and makes me wanna tell the DJ "Turn it up!".
6. It's been seven days since my last confession.
7. I got another confession to make: I'm no fool.
8. Woo-wooo-hoo, woo-woo.
9. Fuck you, you're drunk, and acting tough.
10. What an amazing time.
11. I been rapping for about seventeen years, okay?
12. It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke.
13. I am a robot, a sexy little robot.
14. Your subtleties, they strangle me.
15. We are building a religion.
16. Baby, the clock on the wall is lying.
17. Cold, cold, cold, but you're leavin' me hot, hot, hot.
18. We're no strangers to love.
19. Anytime I need to see your face I just close my eyes and I am taken to a place where the crystal mind and magenta feeling taken shelter in the base of my spine, like a chica cherry cola.
20. Now, don't just walk away, pretending everything's okay.
21. I-I feel.. the rhythm. I-I feel.. your heart.
22. Lovin' you is not just luck or illusion.
23. Breakin' my back just to know your name.
24. Go on, go on.
25. You've gone too far this time, but I'm dancing on the valentine.
26. When I feel blue, I think of you, 'cause you're true.
27. Korekara minnade mechakucha odotte sawagou sawagou. Headbanga.
28. Everything, everything, is everything.
29. Watching every motion in my foolish lovers' game.
30. Avez-vous toutes les informations? Elles seront très bien pour vous. Un mot vous dit tout ce… M’entendez-vous?
31. It's like you're a drug.
32. Then the rainstorm came, over me.
33. So what if I can clean?
34. The night I laid my eyes on you, felt everything around me move.
35. Love isn't funny when it is burning inside.
36. La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la oh! You know.. oh, oh.
37. Take my clothes, my socks, my shoes away.
38. Angely i demony kruzhili nado mnoj
39. It's a good thing tears never show in the pouring rain.
40. Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone.

--Stalling Jam

The Game of Jam

I found a program recently called "RPG Maker XP". It allows anyone to create their own role-playing game in the style of old Super Nintendo games. As I am an RPG freak, I am totally jumping on this. It will take a long, long time before it's complete, but here are the ten main characters of my game:



They're a bunch of people from different stages in my life, and I tried to make them people who I thought would play the game, or at least be interested in it. If you're not a main character, don't write me angry letters stating that you're disowning me. I'm going to have tons and tons of NPC's (non-playable characters) in the game that will be everyone from Julia to Liz to Leanne, so never fear! You may even end up being an enemy or something exciting like that.

Anywho, off to bed! Game, game on.

--Jam

My Days of Sleepy Haze

Mornin', sunshine!

I just woke up from quite possibly the best sleep ever. I had two hours of sleep on Wednesday night, and was up all day yesterday with four hours of class and then I saw Notes on a Scandal (Which was AMAZING - go see it now. Actually, read my blog first, then go. I'll allow that.), then Survivor, then I crashed. Mmmm, mmm, sleep.

During my sleepy haze yesterday, many crazy things happened, or I think happened. Here's some, for your enjoyment:

I was walking down this path outside and I see, out of the corner of my eye, a chocolate milk container, and I swear it was floating above the snow. I stop to see it and I fall at the snow. I'd say I fell in the snow, but the snow was far away, and I kind of slid to the snow and fell right at it. It turns out the container was stuck in the snow by one little corner. The things you learn when you look at them up-close from a snowbank.

All I can think of are Friends bloopers. After I finished my essay at 4am Thursday morning, I couldn't sleep. My body was like "I know you're tired, but I hate you for keeping me up this late, so you must stay up longer, sucker!" I watched three hours of Friends bloopers on Youtube, followed by passing out at some point. Luckily I had already set my alarm, but all I could think about yesterday and a little bit today is Lisa Kudrow laughing and Jennifer Aniston swearing. Lisa Kudrow has the funniest laugh ever. Just FYI.

In my last class, everything went blurry. I could focus on anything, and the prof loves to just pick people at random and ask them questions. When he said my name, I swear it took over a minute for me to realize he had said anything. Text reenactment, go! "James?" Did he say my name? No, I don't think so. Marcia Cross dishwasher rum stapler cactus very not bubbles. "What? Um.." followed by me making up some sort of answer. Eventually I was putting up my hand to answer and ask questions, for whatever reason, and I ended up being the most talkative. It scares me, however, because I can't remember anything I said, so it all could have been retarded nonsense. Awesome.

I went into the post office with Julia to buy an envelope and a stamp to send my friend Roberta in Hamilton a letter. I'm standing outside the store and she's like "Um, well you have to go in to buy something," and I'm like "oh, right." So we wander over to this shelf full of envelopes and I mutter "Can I just buy one envelope? Will they let me do that?" and I wander over to the counter and say "Can I get a stamp with that as well, please." She replies, "Would you like an envelope with a stamp already on it instead?" I swear I turned inside out. I was like, "They have those? Roberta will love this! Oh my, I need a nap." Something to that effect. The lady laughed. I laughed, and my body cried inside from tired, but I got the envelope and that's all that matters.

Julia and I walked outside to get to the Arts building and it was throwing-ice-pellets-around outside. She's like "OW, MY EYES!" and this group of people walk by and try to hold in their laughter, but of course I start laughing like hysterically and so do they. Freaking awesome.

While I was watching Survivor, I was trying to speed up time. I said to Sandra "I wish time would hurry up and this show would be over so I can sleep!" or something like that - probably more like "timspeedshowoversleepsleepsleep".

That's all I can remember, lol! I have a date-ish thing tonight, so I think I will go shower so I don't smell! Hurrah!

--Dozey Jam

The Hidden Side of Jam

Hey ya'll.

So, I've been tagged, yet again. This time, not by Heidi, but by Liz.

Here's the lowdown:

1. I blog a list of five things that you might not know about me.
2. Then, I tag five other bloggers to tell five things we don't know about them on their own blogs.
3. Then those five bloggers tag five other bloggers, and so on and so forth.

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1. I eat cookies in my sleep. Sometimes I remember doing it, sometimes I don't, but if I have cookies (or any food for that matter) camped in my room to hide it from my roommates, or just out of convenience, I get up at any random time and chow down on a cookie. I always sit up (or at least I hope I do) and eat the whole thing, followed by immediately falling back asleep. I guess I get hungry? I chug whole classes of gingerale in my sleep, too. *shrug*

2. I wanted to be a model when I was a kid. I was that scrawny, brainy kid in elementary school and I always wanted to be athletic and tall and handsome so that I could walk down runways and wear fancy clothes. I think children should really be taught that intelligence is more powerful than appearance because I had no idea of this as a child whatsoever.

3. Canadian figure skater Josée Chouinard was my "cover". Before I was out, but when I knew I was gay (we'll say around the ages of 12-16), I needed a crush, so for whatever reason, I picked a figure skater. Like, was I retarded? Is everyone dumb? If a teenage guy said to me that his crush is a figure skater, I'd be like, "You can come out to me. It's okay. No one has crushes on figure skaters because the only guys who watch figure skating are gay." I know that's not true, but I think that's a flashing neon sign of queerdom.

4. My mom used to make me the strangest sandwiches for lunch and I would eat them and enjoy them. Cheese and relish. Cheese and lettuce with pepper was so good - I'd probably still eat that one. "Pizza loaf" and ketchup (what the hell is pizza load and why was I ingesting it?). Oh, Mom. That's probably why I got a job so young and started buying my own lunch so young. Way to make me work, Mom.

5. I had a crush on a guy (my first real crush) in France on my exchange in 2000. He was staying with the brother of my exchange partner, so he was in the same house as me. He left two days after I arrived. He was from Redding, England and his name was Tom. He was so cute - I can sort of picture him. Dark hair, hot accent. We went to some beach city for the day and wandered around alone for the day, just hanging out while the family did who knows what. I had his address and was going to mail him, but it's been so long, and I don't wanna get hurt, so he'll always stay "the British man I had a boy-crush on who got away."

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Now I get to tag! Wooooot.

1. Heidi
2. Athena
3. Julia
4. Kelilah
5. Stefan
6. Ben
7. Leanne
I don't think these two will do it, so they're like my half-cheating tag people.

I need to find more people with blogs so I can tag more people. My late New Year's resolution? Sure.

--Jam revealed

PS: Happy Valentine's Day! Here's a heart: <3. Try not to barf.

HAHAHA! Kelilah, I love you. Best line ever. I just laughed out loud and it's 3:30am! Awesome. <3 *barf*

Oscar Fever

Hey, you crazy awards people, you!

As you all know, or should know by now (weren't you paying attention? F-.), I love the Academy Awards. I love the little naked statue-man with the sword, I love all the celebrities lookin' all perty, I love the acknowledgement of film as an art form, I love it all! Normally I have a big Oscar party with all my peeps, but I decided this year not to have one, and therefore, I can put my picks up on my blog! Weeee!

I'm going to leave out the short films, the foreign language film, and the documentaries because I simply have not seen enough and do not know enough about them to make a choice, so that would be just plain silly.

I'm going to give two choices:
Jam's Pick will be the person/film I believe should win.
Real Pick will be the person/film I believe will win.

Ready? Steady? Go!

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Art Direction
Dreamgirls
The Good Sheppard
Pan's Labyrinth Jam's Pick, Real Pick
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
The Prestige

This one is a no-brainer. Pan's Labyrinth is supposed to be the most visually appealing film of the decade. The others don't stand a chance.

Costume Design
Curse of the Golden Flower Jam's Pick
The Devil Wears Prada
Dreamgirls Real Pick
Marie Antoinette
The Queen

A realatively slow year for fantastical costumes, "Curse of the Golden Flower" definitely proves its worth, with ornate costumes that make the Geisha look like servants. Dreamgirls will take it, though, as the designer was nominated without a win for "Ray" in 2004, which was quite the upset.

Film Editing
Babel
Blood Diamond Real Pick
Children of Men Jam's Pick
The Departed
United 93

While Babel will win other awards, the editing should go to Children of Men, which was edited in a fast-paced and very unique way. Blood Diamond, with its action and its lack of Best Picture nod, will steal the statue.

Original Score
Babel Jam's Pick
The Good German Real Pick
Notes on a Scandal
Pan's Pabyrinth
The Queen

One of the tightest categories this year. Notes on a Scandal has a remarkable score, falling just short of Babel's. However, Thomas Newman, heavyweight at the Oscars in this category, has seven previous nominations under his belt without a win. I think it's his year, especially considering Gustavo, Babel's composer, won last year for Brokeback Mountain.

Original Song
"I Need To Wake Up" - An Inconvenient Truth
"Listen" - Dreamgirls Real Pick
"Love You I Do" - Dreamgirls
"Our Town" - Cars
"Patience" - Dreamgirls

I have given up on this category. Every year they pick a random crap song as the winner, with many left without what they deserve. This year, the academy has taken that a step forward and nominated five songs that are uninspired, boring, and ordinary. The only one to have what it takes to win is Beyonce's "Listen". Jam's Pick is not on this list, unfortunately. "Never Gonna Break My Faith", written by Bryan Adams, sung by Mary J. Blige and Aretha Franklin, deserves this award. It is a shame the academy overlooked the obvious best song of the year.

Sound Editing
Apocalypto
Blood Diamond
Flags of Our Fathers
Letters from Iwo Jima Real Pick Jam's Pick
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

The Academy enjoys its war/battle films in this category, the best of them being Clint's Letters. Blood Diamond may give it a run for its statuette, but I doubt it.

Sound Mixing
Apocalypto
Blood Diamond
Dreamgirls Real Pick
Flags of Our Fathers
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

Tough category for me to judge as I haven't seen any of these ones. I'll leave my pick out and give you my 100% that Dreamgirls will take it.

Visual Effects
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
Poseidon
Superman Returns Real Pick Jam's Pick

I kid you not. These are the nominees. Superman has some LOTR staff behind it, so we'll say it will win. Then again, Pirates had a character made with a tentacle face. All I know is there are no "War of the Worlds"es or "King Kong"s this year.

Cinematography
The Black Dahlia
Children of Men Jam's Pick
The Illusionist
Pan's Labyrinth Real Pick
The Prestige

With Babel out of this category for whatever reason, Children's unique camera-style should take the cake. Pan's overwhelming artistic flare, however, will overwhelm the voters.

Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role
Adriana Barraza - Babel Jam's Pick
Cate Blanchett - Notes on a Scandal
Abigail Breslin - Little Miss Sunshine
Jennifer Hudson - Dreamgirls Real Pick
Rinko Kikuchi - Babel

Alright people. Listen up. This is the BEST category this year. Five amazing performances, all of which could easily take it. Adriana, in my opinion, was easily the most dominant of the five, but the media is really pushing Hudson's win, especially after her win at the Globes. Abigail Breslin could be the monkey wrench in this seemingly obvious win for Hudson if the Academy is planning on giving "Little Miss Sunshine" the win for Best Picture.

Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role
Alan Arkin - Little Miss Sunshine
Jackie Earle Haley - Little Children Jam's Pick
Djimon Hounsou - Blood Diamond
Eddie Murphy - Dreamgirls Real Pick
Mark Wahlberg - The Departed

Little Children is rather dark and artistic, which sometimes manages to pull out a surprising win (see "American Beauty" for a great example), but Murphy is practically a shoe-in here. I need to see this role to understand why.

Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role
Penelope Cruz - Volver
Judi Dench - Notes on a Scandal
Helen Mirren - The Queen Real Pick
Meryl Streep - The Devil Wears Prada
Kate Winslet - Little Children Jam's Pick

An amazing array of women in this category as well. Kate has been nominated four times before without a win and fully deserves this. Judi Dench was remarkable playing a persona far from her own in Notes. Meryl always delivers. Penelope supposedly gave her breakthrough performance in the spanish Volver. Despite all of these, Mirren looks, sounds, acts like one of the most recognizable figures in the world and will easily take the award.

Performance by an Actor in a Leading Role
Leonardo DiCaprio - Blood Diamond
Ryan Gosling - Half Nelson
Peter O'Toole - Venus
Will Smith - The Pursuit of Happyness
Forest Whitaker - The Last King of Scotland Real Pick Jam's Pick

We all know Forest is an amazing actor. He deserves his win, playing a likeable massacring dictator. On a side note, if Will Smith wins this, I will boycott the Oscars. Scout's honour.

Adapted Screenplay
Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan
Children of Men
The Departed Real Pick
Little Children
Notes on a Scandal Jam's Pick

Departed has this wrapped up in a neat little package. The only film on here to also be nominated for Best Picture equals absolute win.

Original Screenplay
Babel Jam's Pick
Letters From Iwo Jima
Little Miss Sunshine Real Pick
Pan's Labyrinth
The Queen

Sometimes, the best pictures don't win the screenplay awards (see 2004 for example). While Babel was an amazing story, Little Miss Sunshine was on top of its writing, and the voters will be swooning over it. This is a case of profound versus heart-warming.

Directing
Alejandro González Iñárritu - Babel
Martin Scorsese - The Departed Real Pick
Clint Eastwood - Letters From Iwo Jima Jam's Pick
Stephen Frears - The Queen
Paul Greengrass - United 93

While Clint doesn't usually float my boat, the amount of direction in Letters would have been phenomenal. Scorsese will absolutely take it though, as he has been nominated many times before, and The Departed is practically the front-runner this year.

Best Picture of the Year
Babel Real Pick Jam's Pick
The Departed
Letters From Iwo Jima
Little Miss Sunshine
The Queen

I am been second-guessing myself over and over in the final category. Babel is the best film of 2006. The Academy should be able to recognize it, but Sunshine or The Departed could steal the show. *gulp*

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Well, there they are! I hope you watch on February 25th along with me to find out how genius or stupid I really am!

--Jam the Naked Golden Statue

Long Distance Cookie Grammar Television

Great heading, eh? I say "eh" because I'm Canadian. I'm cool like that. For all the Canadians who read this, a.k.a. everyone except Liz, the people in Newfoundland say "hey" instead of "eh". That's nuts, hey? Oh my god, so weird. Crazy damn newfies.

Anyway, onto something equally as unimportant!

A friend of mine recently ended a long-distance relationship. Like, we're talking very long, like.. well, I don't know how far. A long way. It got me to thinking about long-distance relationships and whether they can actually work. I mean, the whole point of a relationship is to have that person near you so you can hold them and whatever else people do that I don't need to mention. You get to interact with them in a way you couldn't in a long-distance commitment, and eventually you'll have to live face-to-face because you can't stay long-distance forever - what would be the point of that? I suppose it has its advantages too. You don't get sick of the person, you don't have more superficial issues with the person (well, not right away), etc.

I've been thinking about a guy back home for a while now. I know he's single, an amazing guy, and I'm wondering if long-distance is for me, for now? I mean, I'd love to spend my life with him, so the idea of LD (I'm so not typing "long-distance over and over. What do I look like? Joan Rivers?) seems appealing. I mean, the guys here are all defective. If I can have happiness with a guy and know that I have him, even if it's over a thousand miles away, maybe I should go for it? There's no guarantee he'd go for it anyway. Just an idea.

I realize that Joan Rivers reference didn't make sense. Just roll with it.

I'm not going to talk about cookie grammar television in great length because I'm lazy and tired. Cookies are yummy, grammar is that I have a grammar test tomorrow and two slacker friends in my class who never come to class and are going to bomb or drop the coure, and television is amazing: Heroes, Lost, Survivor, oh my!

That's all! Oscar picks next, me thinks.

--Jam Rivers

Book Lines Tag

The instructions, if you choose to accept them:

1. Grab the nearest book. (Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.)
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag 5 people.
6. Everyone reading this entry should make a guess as to what the book is.

Here's mine:

"Now," I continued, "read it."
She drew away her hand, and let it fall. I replaced it in her lap, and stood waiting till it should please her to glance down; but that movement was so long delayed that at last I resumed--
"Must I read it, ma'am? It is from Mr. Heathcliff."

Gee, I wonder what book that is.. stupid book.

TAG
Liz
Kelilah
Julia
Leanne
Sarah (just post it here)

Weeee! Real post later.

--Jam

The Guilt of Fun

Hey, ma people!

Sorry I haven't posted in about a week. I've been crazy stressed with school and everything. I've been feeling very guilty every time I do anything that isn't schoolwork, which makes me sad and makes me not want to do any schoolwork, which puts me further behind, etc. etc. Anyway, I'll do a real post later on, because I don't want to do a really emo post, which is what this would end up like.

Ciao, m'darlin's.

--Jam