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Name: Jessica
Country: United States
State: Belgium DIP
Birthday: 12/15/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: I really am interested in guys. They are my passion, however ive only had so many relationships. lol....
Expertise: I love to make people laugh, and i love to tick off my parents. I would definitely put this on my resume.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  mugatupills
MSN: mugatupills
Yahoo:  mugatupills
Member Since:
7/7/2004
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| I'm here again. This chapter entitled: Part Two of Life in San Fran.
Im back in the Bay now. No watermelons growing by the shore however. School once again is going to start up, and I hope I have what it takes to make these new two semesters just as good as the first. Im taking a lot of classes pertaining to my major now, which Im really excited about. I hope Art will be the right path for me. I think it chose me a long time ago. Now I just hope that I won't let it and myself down.
I'll be back with more stories. Hopefully, things will look brighter. :)
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| I find myself quite content this morning. First year of college is ending, and in this one year, I have moved up practically three class levels. You are looking at a Junior on her way to a wonderful career. In the process of changing my majors. Was a theater major, emphasis in Performance. It was a long hard road at finding what I wanted to do. What was going to make me happy. And it came to me so quickly. Why did I abandon my roots? I haven't drawn or created anything with my hands in months...and it saddened me. I am proud to say I am 1/3 of the way to changing my major: Art...emphasis...teaching. And I've been beeming ever since. Talked with my new adviser, and she was so excited to meet me. It made me feel like I belonged somewhere again, and that I was just on a detour.
Today, the sun decided to come out here in SF. It's sorta sad to know that I am leaving here in a week from today. This house of mine. Heaven, where I reside is what it has come to be called. Everyone comes to heaven, and it makes me happy. I've met great people this year, and I'm so glad that I was a stubborn bitch and fought against all odds to make it here.
I can't wait to go home though. I have developed home sickness now that I know in just a week I am leaving. I miss the sun, the fam, and the friends. Although I wonder if the friends really missed me. One in particular...I wonder if she did. I miss her.
Oh what great adventures I will list them:
1.) Made out with one too many chicks, and I am ok with it.
2.) Drank till I stripped my clothes off in front of Alex's gay room mate....(He didn't mind at all.)
3.) Flashed the boys in the dorm lobby, with alex drunk behind me. (ha ha )
4.) Traveled many a times to Bondage club, where I was hit on my a hell's angel, someone wanted to whip me, someone wanted me to whip them, got free drinks, almost danced in the cage, someone gave me their myspace url so we could 'hook up'. All in all...wonderful dancing.
5.) Went to the gay club Cribbs...oh man...too naughty to write down (will tell all in person)
6.) Going to the Mission and not being carded for pitchers of margaritas...and then kicking out my leg to hail and taxi afterwards...(and it worked.)
7.) Made a movie in chinatown with some cinema majors...and had an extreme blast. ( i was the star of it!)
8.) Wandered around the villas at three in the morning wondering where my home was.
9.) Getting hit on by guys while walking home...asking me to teach them how to skate, help them study for finals, and just wanting the digits in general (never gave out any)
10.) Halloween party at the house...going to Castro...and having to deal with a fine mess once arrived home. It was great though cause friends came down and made me so happy! (george, Amy, jon, farihn, cabigas)
11.) Many great house random "Let's go to heaven and take shots!!" nights.
12.) Photo ops at every chance we got.
13.) Being on the muni and seeing 50 naked men going to the folsom street fair. Bare asses, and dicks in my face...(they were all gay by the way.)
14.) GOing to visit whitney and stay the night at her place and make food and go get donuts at 1 in the morning. The women of the night that we saw!!
15.) GOing to the moma for the free days, and staring my dreams in the face.
16.) Finally being able to see the stars on those foggy nights.
17.) FREE MOVIES!!!
18.) Being on my own, and making it happen.
Can't wait to go home and make some summer memories!
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| so yea, im pretty f-ing sick. It hurts all over. I pretty much coughed up a lung and a half. man...it sucks to be sick. especially when there's like...no one to nurse you back to health. Like your mom or dad. I loved being treated like Im going to die by my parents when Im sick. It feels nice. Like someone actually does care.
My symptoms: Body aches. Bad back aches. Chest aches. Chills. Bad gross cough. Sore throat. Ear ache. Congestion. UPSET STOMACH DIARHEA!!!....that last part isn't true. Just reminded me of the pepto commercial.
oh and did I mention I sound like a man?? Yea...balls finally dropped, lol. No seriously from the cough and sore throat, my voice is all scratchy and I sound like a man. Its kinda cool though. I like that part.
and i have class all day, and work till five. someone just shoot this lame horse. 
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| not quite sure what to write anymore. lately, my mind has been so full of things...so many different things that I cant simply concentrate on one. the hairs on my arm are sticking up a bit. I think im pretty cold...but then again everything is cold around here. Sometimes the people as well. I've given myself up to time. I'm constantly running to and from places, that I never get a chance to just sit and relax. Plus its too damn cold. My body is weird. Never quite felt right about it. I dont fit into them...they hang on me. It's just that way. Never been quite the looker. What does it mean to live and be a part of life. A PART...not APART. Feeling a big apart from life. I wish things would have been different for me. I wish more people were here with me. So then I can look cool too. I am cool. In my own little way. Everyone here wants to drink, party, be the most random, be the most funny, be the most spontaneous...that its just lost all originality. Everyone is striving for that same cool personality. It sickens me. What happened to being cool for what you were? Instead of being cool for the product value. Lookie this cool new hat...and these cool new kicks. Im pretty sick. I look at you and your pretty dumb. I see a person striving to be something they aren't. I have work in four hours...that's right..I work. Wish I didnt have to though. Have to deal with rude people...rude people from california and rude people from Russia. From Russia whom dont want to be related to Russia...eek. Rude people from Germany..who are soo controlling. But then there are the Zimbabwees. I wish I had a close friend here with me. To just hold me...give me a great big hug, and tell me that everything is going to be ok.
Fucking Fog.
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| oh boy..ok..i got the hint. About seven people posted on xanga...and i got seven emails. lol...ok..an update i suppose. {will fill in later} i promise.
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