So, yesterday Za and I left campus so I could get my car inspected at this place that Glenn suggested and that's how we decided on an excuse for an adventure and lunch, then during lunch we decided to make this a monthly thing. But let's travel to yesterday morning.
She comes over and I make us breakfast because...I wanted bacon and I figured I could get rid of those last few eggs I had since they were really just going to sit there until I had another chance to cook them for someone else. Seriously. So we watch Psych then roll out onto Portsmouth and realize that the shop is closed on Saturdays. When backing out of the parking lot, I break my bumper by hitting a piece of scrap metal but it looks like the only thing that needs to be replaced is the bumper which makes things that much better, even thought they really aren't. So we're both a bit shaken up, Za more then myself, and we decide to explore down 64. We drive out to Pembroke Town Center then decide to more or less never go out there because it's too expensive to buy anything.
We're both hungry...again...and we're both jonesing for salad and decide to hit up the Unos on Military, so we get there and after driving through the parking lot a bit to actually get to the restaurant we have the best experience there, overall. Two dirty spoons were not enough to mar our day. We chat about our usual bull and wabout what had happened that day so far. But the experience at the restaurant has more or less made me forget about the bumper, thant and I think my escapist habits of not thinking about things that are bad so I can regain control of a situation and myself.
The experience is so nice because the restaurant is on the empty, it's between the lunch and dinner rush so it would be. I assume out waitress had just starter her shift so she's in moderately high spirits and we're polite, we've no reason not to be. But the thing is everyone's nice. A manager opens the door for us then when we're on our way out every employee tells us to have a good evening and another waiter holds the door open on our way out. We were floored, this was seriously my best experience at an Unos, and I've been to a few, though they were usually the same restaurant over and over again.
On the way back, still riding the good vibes we decide to go to the Naro rental and pick up Ghostbusters 1&2. On the way I start singing, partially to Za, mostly because it's fun. Driving down Hampton I'm making parodies of what we're listening to, and Za's amusement only encouraged me. One of them was to Junior Senior's Move Your Feet because I was in no mood to sit in traffic. So I was talking about wanting to speed, but it was silly, and she kept laughing so I made up one about Paula Deen killing everyone with butter.
Back in the apartment we watch Ghostbusters before CR calls inviting us over to watch The Sword in the Stone and Teeth. Teeth is fucking amazing, it's about this pure virginal girl who was born with vagina dentata, teeth in her vagina. But the problem is I'm in a goofy mood and none of us are taking anything seriously so we're making fun of this movie. The crabs were the best part. Mario Kart Wii is our next activity followed by my general makng fun of the staples of video games, then we're spicifically talking about Zelda.
Saturday started off slow, but ended up being awesome! And I'm making dinner tonight, so I need to get to the store and buy me some chicken soon...
Jasmine P.
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September 14, 2008
July 16, 2008
Necropolis Writing Challenge
THE CHALLENGE
Use the following:
-a scented candle or oil burner
-a lamp
-a reference to the ocean
-a closet
-you can only use the word "I" 5 times
-keys
-a gate
-the word 'susurrus' (means 'many whispers')
- 1 dazed look
-a dance of some sort (in whatever fashion you choose, silly dancing, an actual gala affair, whatever)
-a quote from a play
-a one word title
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A little bit of info =D
Originally I was going to use random characters for this, but changed my mind to use Necropolis for this story. Characters can be found here. This world takes place in prose and in comics and images so things end up happening all over their time line. It's quite a fun playground.
A bit of back information to makes things easier. There are two major cities for Necropolis,New York and London
New York London
Zy and Gio have known each other since they were children and met Sol and Don when the summer between 10th and 11th grade. Don who is older than the other three, was always gay and confesses his love to Sol after Sol's 19th birthday, two years after meeting. Sol, after some soul searching, accepts.
InLondon
Both factions met and became friends when Ama was in med school inAmerica
A little bit of info =D
Originally I was going to use random characters for this, but changed my mind to use Necropolis for this story. Characters can be found here. This world takes place in prose and in comics and images so things end up happening all over their time line. It's quite a fun playground.
A bit of back information to makes things easier. There are two major cities for Necropolis,
Zy and Gio have known each other since they were children and met Sol and Don when the summer between 10th and 11th grade. Don who is older than the other three, was always gay and confesses his love to Sol after Sol's 19th birthday, two years after meeting. Sol, after some soul searching, accepts.
In
Both factions met and became friends when Ama was in med school in
I hate choosing surnames so only various character have them, but in the midst of writing this I had to come up with one. David’s surname is Ellis
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Celebration
Tia leaned down to kiss David. Their friends and family all cheered for them as they became ‘one’ in matrimony. They had already lit the large candle that represented the flame of their love for one another. The rings had been exchanged and they performed the final acts necessary to unite their lives under the eyes of God. Violet was Tia’s Maid of Honor and Boehmian was David’s Best Man. Their other friends fleshed out their small party on the beach.
“You are now Mr. And Mrs. David Ellis,” the minister said smiling at the two of them. “May your days be long, your lives happy and your children plentiful.”
The happy couple had said their ‘I dos’ one sunny late afternoon in mid July, on a beach in the
They newly married couple walked hand in hand down the aisle and through the gate that separated their individual lives from their unified married life. David looked up as his new bride thinking how gorgeous she looked in her pale lilac gown. She was his everything and he knew he’d be nowhere without her. Sebastian thought he was at his most handsome with his normally green dyed hair in its natural whitish-tan as he promised her it would be for their nuptials. It had been an issue of concern months earlier, but Tia promised him it would be the only time she would make him change his appearance. She wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed by his hair, only the opposite, she loved it natural, and it was springier without the additional color chemicals in it. She was slightly forlorn knowing it would probably be years before she saw it natural again.
The party moved from the beach to a small manse on the island where the reception was being held. There were native flowers decorating the tables and the room had a pleasant flowery and plant smell. The party took this time for photos while classical music and orchestral video game music played in the background. Some of the guests took to the open bar sampling the local rums in various concoctions and kicking off and evening that they probably wouldn’t remember.
Donovan stood with Solomon, the two of them dressed elegantly with white tailed tuxedos, Donovan’s with green accents, Solomon’s with blue. Solomon sipped his drink as he and his lover watched the couple receive their guests.
“Sol, this makes me want a commitment ceremony,” Donovan whispered into Solomon’s ear. They were on equal height now, unlike when they met and Don stood a few inches taller than his younger lover.
The older man hugged his younger half as he started to imagine what they’d look like and how their ceremony would go. His face took on a dreamy quality so he didn’t notice Sol roll his eyes at his lover, but his cheeks redden from how serious he was about their relationship.
Solomon thought about it, pictureing something smaller than Ellis wedding.. Something virtually impossible for the heir of Bonez Corp. but a fantasy none the less. He hadn’t even come out of the closet to his parents. They still only thought that they two young men were nothing but friends. This was something the two were still at odds against, Sol was trying to find the best time to tell his parents that he might not actually provide the family with an heir.
Not too far from the newly married couple Giovanni stood with his girlfriend, mostly happy to be back at her side. He knew she wouldn’t be on Solomon’s arm for long, but was still happy to be back at her side. “You were gorgeous up there. I know what when we get married, you’ll look even better.”
“’When we get married?’ Is that some sort of proposal, now?” Zy asked playing with Giovanni’s hair.
“Nonotreallynghh... But… Engh…Wait, let me ex…yes…no. Ihh,” the young man wanted nothing more than to run for a minute. He was distressed. He wanted to say yes, but he had no ring and nothing to prove what he wanted.
Zanita saw how Giovanni reacted from her teasing and was a little surprised with how flustered he became. “Calm down, Gio. We have to get through school first, don’t worry about it. Relax,” she pulled her boyfriend’s face to hers and kissed his forehead hoping she’d be able to get him to stop worrying. “Before you go and try to get any rings, how about you get me a mojito, and I’ll be right over there with Violet.” Giovanni walked off with a nod to get the drink she wanted. He decided to get a rum and coke while at the bar. It would help.
“’Time eases all things,” Zanita said approaching Violet and giving the taller woman a hug.
“Oedipus Rex.” Violet said responding to a little game the two of them had. One would give a quote, the other, where it was from. “I know, but still.” Violet had spent many years pining for her friend. She was happy for her, but until their kiss she imagined Tia leaving David and getting together with her. Zanita had figured out how Violet felt, which lifted a weight off of Violet’s shoulders having someone to confide in if nothing else.
“There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves, we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution”
“Dorian Gray,” Zanita replied as Giovanni walked up with her drink.
“I should have come here first to get your drink too.” He said feeling bad about not be a better gentleman.
Violet looked at the younger man and smiled. “It’s alright, there’s plenty of time in the evening to drink. Or, I could just swipe yours,” she said right before taking his rum and coke and knocking it back so fast she could barely taste it. The dark rum used in the drink burned, a familiar feeling from drowning her sorrows on other nights. “Now, go be a good boy and get me a rum and coke of my own.”
Giovanni sighed as he did as he was told. Zanita laughed as her boyfriend trotted off to fulfill Violet’s demand. “That wasn’t very nice, you know.”
“But it was funny and I feel a bit better now.” Violet said laughing with her friend.
The newly married couple was far from being finished with receiving their congratulations for their marriage, but they took a break and listened to the susurrus and the din of conversation around them. They laughed at their younger cousins dancing with one another to the music. They shared their own hushed assumptions as to who would be married next out of their close groups of friends. Tia thought Zy and Gio could be next. David though Bo and Ama had more of a chance. Though both supported Don and Sol, it still didn’t seem like the two of them would be together for the long haul. They watched Giovanni and Zanita laughing when Gio got flustered after looking so manly and confidant.
“You, my dear, may be right about them being next.” David said smirking. “You may be right, but they still seem a little young to me. Gio’s only just turned 21, Zy’s going to be 20 for a few months yet.”
“True, but just think of their wedding.” Tia said before turning to a cousin who was apologetic about missing the ceremony and being delayed by a storm out of
David raised an eyebrow. “Tia, they are just like the two of us, except Gio’s still not half as stable we were at his age. Zy would probably end up taking care of most everything.” Sebastian raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘as if it wasn’t me who did most of it’.
“You did most everything, but I had my own bit of influence. Aside from the music,” he said laughing as an orchestral rendition of the Legend of Zelda theme was played by the quartet they had hired.
Sebastian laughed with her husband as the song made her want to play Ocarina of Time for a bit. “I do quite like your lighting choice. Candles create a cozy atmosphere as the evening draws on.” She kissed her hubby, quite happy with how her—how their day had gone.
“Ama, let’s dance,” Bohemien said pulling his lover closer to the musicians where there was a small dance floor.
“Bo, we’re not dancing to a video game song. Or at least wait until the jazz band comes out. I love strings, but little beats a jazz band.” Amadeus said pulling his blind boyfriend back to his side. “If only you could see how good your suit looks on you.” He cooed petting his lover’s cheek with his knuckles.
Bohemien lifted his face toward Amadeus’ placing a soft kiss on his lover’s lips. “As long as you can see me, it’s fine. You’re the only one who matters to me. Well, everyone else matters, but you matter more.”
“The wedding was gorgeous. You were quite handsome up there next to David. Your sister was radiant. Hell, she still is.” Amadeus held the younger man smiling. “Your mother would be proud.”
“Ama, could you go get our gift? It’s upstairs in the closet still.” Bohemien said after a moment thinking about the mother he had until he was 6. “You have your key for the room?”
“It’s in my wallet. Do you want me to take you to your sister, or do you want to rest?” Amadeus asked wanting him to be comfortable until he got back.
Bohemien thought for a moment. “Take me to Tia please. But don’t forget about our dance when the jazz band gets here.”
Amadeus rolled his eyes, smiling. Though Bohemien couldn’t see this, he got the feeling when Amadeus sighed before responding “We will dance when the jazz band is here after dinner. But until then, congratulate your sister.” He said leading one twin back to the other. Their two men stood off to the side as the siblings hugged and had their own moment. “David.”
The gamer looked at the older man, “Hn?”
“You better take good care of my sister over there.” Amadeus said pointing at the twins.
“Ama, you’ve know me for years. You know me! Is this really necessary, we’ve been brothers for a long time now,” David replied almost not believing what Amadeus was saying to him.
“All the more reason to take good care of her. She’s my only sister. Bohemien may not be married to me yet, but she’s my sister, and you’re now my brother.” Amadeus said leaning on the other man, “And as long as you always do right by here, as you have in the past, you’ll be fine. Congratulations. You’re the best things to happen to one another, you know that?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty damn lucky to have here.” David said smiling as some of his friends from
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I do like how this came out over all. Everyone is in character, and pretty appropriate for their ages considering I usually keep them to their younger ages and I don't work with the London crowd as much as the English crowd.
[BTW, this took way to freakin' long to write! 4 hours off and on. maybe 3 working hours.
Jasmine P.
January 23, 2008
Novel Inspiration
So, after lat night describing He Plays to Glenn, he inquired as to where the inspiration came for that story. At that moment I'd said 'I don't know. I thought it up in 9th or 10th grade' then I dropped the subject because I had more interesting things to think about, like food.
Now, like always when I reflect on what happens to me over the course of a day in the evening, as I unwind and just let my mind go where it wants, I though back to this story and interaction. I thought about what happened to me in 9th grade...well, when I think I'd begun writing it for the first time. Then I thought about my inspiration for all my stories, I can't remember all of them, but for the ones I can remember, I will describe where they were born from and a little bit about why.
He Plays For the Other Team: It's simple about a guy who has an emotional amnesia and entirely forgets his sexuality. For 5 years he has no idea what he is gay, he has a girlfriend and goes through life thinking he's straight until he gets to college and his roommate is openly gay.
I think this story came first, from me being depressed in 9th grade because I started it in I think that winter when I was angry and violent in my depression. I'd just been introduced to the idea of homosexuality...well, not 'just' so much as I thought about it in relation to my life and fictional worlds. I'd probably thought about what would happen if somebody forgot they were gay. For years, they had no idea as to their preference, then it comes back tot hem and their life is changed. This story was also originally going to be a PWP, but I didn't have enough caffeine in my system to deal with why I was writing smut in 9th grade. I think though that we-working the story is going to work out better than it's original incarnation. I think this could seriously be published at some point, but i don't feel comfortable working on it here, and I do what my original to re-read and to either finish there, or to start over. I want names and characterizations back again.
Travelers: Alexis, Daisuke and Arian travel from Vichura to Vuci to find some really rare jewel or gem for Aly to take to the local museum.
Travelers was always to fulfill my desire to travel. There is action and adventure, danger and, the female and male leads do not marry one another. Hell, they'd never think about it which is another important aspect to this story. This story also came after my failed adventure story about me, I needed someone different. This story makes me think of a female Indiana Jones, who dresses for the part and not to look like a skanky whore, like Lara Croft [she's going to get fucked in that outfit, imo] This story was my way to escape from reality and get away on a trip. That last great trip before college and the 'rest of your life' type of thing. I want to finish this one, I've enjoyed it.
Necropolis: This is more of a universe than just on story because it's about two groups of people, totaling 10 or 11 characters if I remember right.
This universe is just a realistic world for me to let lose in. there were originally fantastical aspects to it, but I've opted those out, but I have my other aspects. It's also a world where I can have PWP stories and regular stories depending on the relationships between the characters at the age that I'm deciding to use. The NY and London crews were created about the same time, but then I linked them. There are so many possibilities for this universe. This seriously is just a world where I can let lose in reality and have some fun. Having this as prose and comics gives me more freedom with how things happen, and I can have so much fun playing with time because the story isn't just about one point in their lives, but their entire lives. This is a universe I created in 10th grade when I took creative writing. It all started with a picture that I still have, and that really amuses me. I should find this picture...wherever I shoved it.
Outside Looking In: This story was a PWP if I ever knew it. It was all about twincest, which is creepy in the long run, but then it got away from me.
This was written about the same time as He Plays but this story also stayed very PWP. I think I was just in the mood to write about twin brothers who had a thing for one another and how their relationship progressed. It never went anywhere, and it really never was supposed to go anywhere. It was just a smutty little story world.
Untitled: [Or I've forgotten the title]: In a futuristic world where there are mo homeless people, and harems are around once more, one girl...lives...
This was another PWP, except I was like ;what if the whore was smart...and I mean brillient. Seriously?' And this came along. It was also when I decided that women should be allowed to have harems of their own and that men can be a part of the harems. But it wouldn't just be a harem, the people would be trained in the act of sex, seduction, and pleasure. They could be bought from the whore homes to be taken to your harem. there are no street walked, not really, but sometimes people whore out their harem members for some cash, and to be nice to those who can't afford to purchase a whore of their own. Dorian-Mar Cezanne has purchased her first who, Adrian-Ezra Kain, who has been in and out of the Homes because he was a free thinker. Everyone who has own him ends of getting rid of him because he's too much of a free thinker, he knows more than just sex [which he is excellent at btw] and he's getting old. After the age of 20 if a whore isn't bought, they are trained for the service industry, so they become retail workers, sanitation engineers and continue living on the dredges of society, unless they prove unruly. Sometimes the women are used to birth new whore babies to keep up that population for the harems are never really empty.
This was really just a big PWP that tried to spread out and become a story in and of it's worn right, but that never quite got off the ground, but it might one day. Dorian buys free thinkers on purpose, she puts them to work in her offices. But in the long run, I wrote this story so I could write about having a harem.
Looking at this it sounds like there were a log of PWP stories...and that's the truth. There were. When I can, I'll try to get back around to writing about the not so PWPs I have. Like there's my Hackers but that was heavily inspired by a now defunct webcomic. I have my other story that I don't think ever had a title, but in this one was a game system where you were an actual character in certain games. It was like the wii, except for it being vector art that didn't really look like you, this system had full proportioned body frames that your likeness would be matched to and in certain games you were actually playing. The games were uber personalized this way.
Well, that's all I'm writing now. I'm sleepy and I might actually be able to take a nap if I head over to Wesley House soon. We'll just see what happens.
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
Now, like always when I reflect on what happens to me over the course of a day in the evening, as I unwind and just let my mind go where it wants, I though back to this story and interaction. I thought about what happened to me in 9th grade...well, when I think I'd begun writing it for the first time. Then I thought about my inspiration for all my stories, I can't remember all of them, but for the ones I can remember, I will describe where they were born from and a little bit about why.
He Plays For the Other Team: It's simple about a guy who has an emotional amnesia and entirely forgets his sexuality. For 5 years he has no idea what he is gay, he has a girlfriend and goes through life thinking he's straight until he gets to college and his roommate is openly gay.
I think this story came first, from me being depressed in 9th grade because I started it in I think that winter when I was angry and violent in my depression. I'd just been introduced to the idea of homosexuality...well, not 'just' so much as I thought about it in relation to my life and fictional worlds. I'd probably thought about what would happen if somebody forgot they were gay. For years, they had no idea as to their preference, then it comes back tot hem and their life is changed. This story was also originally going to be a PWP, but I didn't have enough caffeine in my system to deal with why I was writing smut in 9th grade. I think though that we-working the story is going to work out better than it's original incarnation. I think this could seriously be published at some point, but i don't feel comfortable working on it here, and I do what my original to re-read and to either finish there, or to start over. I want names and characterizations back again.
Travelers: Alexis, Daisuke and Arian travel from Vichura to Vuci to find some really rare jewel or gem for Aly to take to the local museum.
Travelers was always to fulfill my desire to travel. There is action and adventure, danger and, the female and male leads do not marry one another. Hell, they'd never think about it which is another important aspect to this story. This story also came after my failed adventure story about me, I needed someone different. This story makes me think of a female Indiana Jones, who dresses for the part and not to look like a skanky whore, like Lara Croft [she's going to get fucked in that outfit, imo] This story was my way to escape from reality and get away on a trip. That last great trip before college and the 'rest of your life' type of thing. I want to finish this one, I've enjoyed it.
Necropolis: This is more of a universe than just on story because it's about two groups of people, totaling 10 or 11 characters if I remember right.
This universe is just a realistic world for me to let lose in. there were originally fantastical aspects to it, but I've opted those out, but I have my other aspects. It's also a world where I can have PWP stories and regular stories depending on the relationships between the characters at the age that I'm deciding to use. The NY and London crews were created about the same time, but then I linked them. There are so many possibilities for this universe. This seriously is just a world where I can let lose in reality and have some fun. Having this as prose and comics gives me more freedom with how things happen, and I can have so much fun playing with time because the story isn't just about one point in their lives, but their entire lives. This is a universe I created in 10th grade when I took creative writing. It all started with a picture that I still have, and that really amuses me. I should find this picture...wherever I shoved it.
Outside Looking In: This story was a PWP if I ever knew it. It was all about twincest, which is creepy in the long run, but then it got away from me.
This was written about the same time as He Plays but this story also stayed very PWP. I think I was just in the mood to write about twin brothers who had a thing for one another and how their relationship progressed. It never went anywhere, and it really never was supposed to go anywhere. It was just a smutty little story world.
Untitled: [Or I've forgotten the title]: In a futuristic world where there are mo homeless people, and harems are around once more, one girl...lives...
This was another PWP, except I was like ;what if the whore was smart...and I mean brillient. Seriously?' And this came along. It was also when I decided that women should be allowed to have harems of their own and that men can be a part of the harems. But it wouldn't just be a harem, the people would be trained in the act of sex, seduction, and pleasure. They could be bought from the whore homes to be taken to your harem. there are no street walked, not really, but sometimes people whore out their harem members for some cash, and to be nice to those who can't afford to purchase a whore of their own. Dorian-Mar Cezanne has purchased her first who, Adrian-Ezra Kain, who has been in and out of the Homes because he was a free thinker. Everyone who has own him ends of getting rid of him because he's too much of a free thinker, he knows more than just sex [which he is excellent at btw] and he's getting old. After the age of 20 if a whore isn't bought, they are trained for the service industry, so they become retail workers, sanitation engineers and continue living on the dredges of society, unless they prove unruly. Sometimes the women are used to birth new whore babies to keep up that population for the harems are never really empty.
This was really just a big PWP that tried to spread out and become a story in and of it's worn right, but that never quite got off the ground, but it might one day. Dorian buys free thinkers on purpose, she puts them to work in her offices. But in the long run, I wrote this story so I could write about having a harem.
Looking at this it sounds like there were a log of PWP stories...and that's the truth. There were. When I can, I'll try to get back around to writing about the not so PWPs I have. Like there's my Hackers but that was heavily inspired by a now defunct webcomic. I have my other story that I don't think ever had a title, but in this one was a game system where you were an actual character in certain games. It was like the wii, except for it being vector art that didn't really look like you, this system had full proportioned body frames that your likeness would be matched to and in certain games you were actually playing. The games were uber personalized this way.
Well, that's all I'm writing now. I'm sleepy and I might actually be able to take a nap if I head over to Wesley House soon. We'll just see what happens.
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
December 24, 2007
Christmas Traditions
Christmas has the stereotypical traditions of opening presents Christmas morning. Spending time with the family, decorating and all that jolly TV Christmas bullshit. With my family our traditions were more along the lines of a bad Christmas comedy, but instead of a myriad of issues for the entirety of the break, there were usually 1 or 2 per winter. Or things weren't really issues, but different from the American Norm. for Christmas.
Christmas 2006: We decided to stay in Reston because our mother didn't want to make the long distance ride from VA to NY and back so we stayed down there and the family came to the house instead. This was also our last Christmas with mom.
Christmas 2005: We decide to open our presents late on Christmas Eve then drive up to New York mad early on the 25th to celebrate Christmas a second time with the NY relatives.
Christmas 2001: This is the Christmas before my Grandfather died. It was either over Christmas or Thanksgiving break he fell ill, so we kind of packed up late so we could drive up here to see him for the holiday. The traffic was hell, it took up something like 14 hours to get here. We stopped once because I had to use the bathroom and the winter iced over so much we couldn't just chip it off, we had to wait for the window to melt enough before we left the rest stop.
On other Christmas trips me and Dor would be packed into the back of the Buick with presents for the three of us, and for the family all around us. We'd get up here stiff legged from having no space to move for the entirety of the 4 hour drive.
This has all been just a really elaborate segue for Christmas 2007: The Trip.
So, we're moving along fine enough, but once we hit the Jersey Turnpike there was construction going on on one of the overpasses so we have to take a detour. This shit happened at about 5 this morning, I was pissed because the sucky road woke me up. Any who, we get off of 95 somewhere round the whereabouts of some road on Kings Street or something, I can't quite remember that one, I kind of went back to sleep on the first thirty minutes that we weren't where we wanted to be. When I woke up we were in the middle of possibly Trenton, NJ as we kept seeing signs for or about Trenton. When I realized we were in Jersey out of boredom I looked around for the Absolute Fencing Gear store. It was 5.30 and I hadn't quite fallen back to sleep yet. I'm not quite sure which road we were on, but we eventually pass a sign that says 'Princeton'. This amused me because of what Glenn said about not wanted to drive to Jersey. I laughed at Glenn in my head for a moment as we continued on not I-95. We eventually got to US1, I don't know what US1 is, but we were on that bitch for a long time. We eventually crossed a bridge that lead us to Newark and from there we got into the Bronx safely. I ended up going back to sleep until we stopped somewhere up here and the cold coming into the car woke me up.
So, Christmas 2007 hasn't even quite started and we've ha one interesting trip.
Maybe this type of story is what Glenn was talking about when he said I have the best stories about my brothers. I think his stories are more interesting than mine, but I also know all my stories back to front, and front to back. Well, let's see where break takes us this time. Last time I saw the Empire State Building, this time I got a mini-half-assed tour of Jersey. We'll just see.
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I actually just remembered the best/worst part of our Christmas Tradition. My Mom and Aunt Cheryl staying up all night trying to finish wrapping our gifts. We would always have to wait until they woke up after they stayed up until like...3, 4, 5 am. It was always funny, but annoying, but it happens damn near every year. For as long as I can remember they've been doing this shit, and my Aunt just said how she was going to have everything wrapped early today, and failed so she's going to be up half the night wrapping gifts for people.
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Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
Christmas 2006: We decided to stay in Reston because our mother didn't want to make the long distance ride from VA to NY and back so we stayed down there and the family came to the house instead. This was also our last Christmas with mom.
Christmas 2005: We decide to open our presents late on Christmas Eve then drive up to New York mad early on the 25th to celebrate Christmas a second time with the NY relatives.
Christmas 2001: This is the Christmas before my Grandfather died. It was either over Christmas or Thanksgiving break he fell ill, so we kind of packed up late so we could drive up here to see him for the holiday. The traffic was hell, it took up something like 14 hours to get here. We stopped once because I had to use the bathroom and the winter iced over so much we couldn't just chip it off, we had to wait for the window to melt enough before we left the rest stop.
On other Christmas trips me and Dor would be packed into the back of the Buick with presents for the three of us, and for the family all around us. We'd get up here stiff legged from having no space to move for the entirety of the 4 hour drive.
This has all been just a really elaborate segue for Christmas 2007: The Trip.
So, we're moving along fine enough, but once we hit the Jersey Turnpike there was construction going on on one of the overpasses so we have to take a detour. This shit happened at about 5 this morning, I was pissed because the sucky road woke me up. Any who, we get off of 95 somewhere round the whereabouts of some road on Kings Street or something, I can't quite remember that one, I kind of went back to sleep on the first thirty minutes that we weren't where we wanted to be. When I woke up we were in the middle of possibly Trenton, NJ as we kept seeing signs for or about Trenton. When I realized we were in Jersey out of boredom I looked around for the Absolute Fencing Gear store. It was 5.30 and I hadn't quite fallen back to sleep yet. I'm not quite sure which road we were on, but we eventually pass a sign that says 'Princeton'. This amused me because of what Glenn said about not wanted to drive to Jersey. I laughed at Glenn in my head for a moment as we continued on not I-95. We eventually got to US1, I don't know what US1 is, but we were on that bitch for a long time. We eventually crossed a bridge that lead us to Newark and from there we got into the Bronx safely. I ended up going back to sleep until we stopped somewhere up here and the cold coming into the car woke me up.
So, Christmas 2007 hasn't even quite started and we've ha one interesting trip.
Maybe this type of story is what Glenn was talking about when he said I have the best stories about my brothers. I think his stories are more interesting than mine, but I also know all my stories back to front, and front to back. Well, let's see where break takes us this time. Last time I saw the Empire State Building, this time I got a mini-half-assed tour of Jersey. We'll just see.
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I actually just remembered the best/worst part of our Christmas Tradition. My Mom and Aunt Cheryl staying up all night trying to finish wrapping our gifts. We would always have to wait until they woke up after they stayed up until like...3, 4, 5 am. It was always funny, but annoying, but it happens damn near every year. For as long as I can remember they've been doing this shit, and my Aunt just said how she was going to have everything wrapped early today, and failed so she's going to be up half the night wrapping gifts for people.
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Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
November 11, 2007
Sunday Dinner, 11/11/07
I'm so spoiled, demanding to go out to dinner every Sunday with various friends. Last week was just Anthony, Lizabeth and me, this week is was that trio of us, Allison and J, Nick and Glenn. We hit up the Mexican place in the Village which was fun. Glenn only bought dessert because he happened to eat before coming back to the Norfolk area. We honored Pete Conomikes, he was a fencing coach at The College of W&M. He died in a car accident yesterday on the way up to a grand tournament. I never met him, but that doesn't mean I won't tip my hat in his honor.
Back to tonight, it was not a night of perversion, it was a night of 'god, we were stupid kids' my stories were never quite as awesome as anyone elses', but there were some pretty awesome stories from Nick, Glenn and J. These dinners are always good, good food, good company, fun stories. This entire weekend has been a good weekend for me. From my birthday through to tonight, I'm happy I've got such good memories and that I've made so many awesome friends. They've all made this first semester really fucking kick ass.
Yesterday was pretty chill. I slept most the day then spent damn near the whole afternoon over at Wesley House with Sean and Lizabeth. Nick wandered about and we ordered a pizza for food-sustenance. After leaving it was freezing and I walked back to Whitehurst where I ran into CR. We hung out and [insanely] walked up to the 7-11 on the other side of Hampton Bvld. We hung out together for the next two or so hours chatting about things and me asking him random questions that tend to float around me head. I asked them 'cause I was curious about his resonse more than anything else. Like, I've wondered about this one, why does society [very generalized] automatically ship together two people of the opposite gender if they're hanging out in public together. I mean, not every guy/girl friendship is going to lead to more than that, so why the senseless shipping? But that's for another journal.
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
Back to tonight, it was not a night of perversion, it was a night of 'god, we were stupid kids' my stories were never quite as awesome as anyone elses', but there were some pretty awesome stories from Nick, Glenn and J. These dinners are always good, good food, good company, fun stories. This entire weekend has been a good weekend for me. From my birthday through to tonight, I'm happy I've got such good memories and that I've made so many awesome friends. They've all made this first semester really fucking kick ass.
Yesterday was pretty chill. I slept most the day then spent damn near the whole afternoon over at Wesley House with Sean and Lizabeth. Nick wandered about and we ordered a pizza for food-sustenance. After leaving it was freezing and I walked back to Whitehurst where I ran into CR. We hung out and [insanely] walked up to the 7-11 on the other side of Hampton Bvld. We hung out together for the next two or so hours chatting about things and me asking him random questions that tend to float around me head. I asked them 'cause I was curious about his resonse more than anything else. Like, I've wondered about this one, why does society [very generalized] automatically ship together two people of the opposite gender if they're hanging out in public together. I mean, not every guy/girl friendship is going to lead to more than that, so why the senseless shipping? But that's for another journal.
Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.
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