Ink drops

The second coming of the Pitbull : ) the joys of my imagination and my life, or lack thereof (ex. friend:"can u go to the concert of ur favorite band in the entire world with me?" me: "i would, but i have mcyc/madrigals/piano/ voice/flute/concerto rehearsal/ tutoring/italy choir/mocktrial") ....oh the humanity

Thursday, November 27, 2003

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone. I'm not thankful enough on a daily basis. Let's see if I can break it down.

I am thankful for:
1. Alanna: for being the best friend a girl could ever want, for being my conscience, for knowing me better than I know myself, and knowing when to pull me back and when to let me go and make a fool of myself. for always being able to make me laugh, for all the inside jokes and the warm fuzziness
2. My Key Lime Soda Club: for being amazing, for harmonizing with me when I start impromptu singing, for always making my day when I hear your voices and for never judging "stuff" : )
-ranwa:for talking to me in front of the gym, for singing harmony with me, for driving me places, for never having too little time for me, for never telling me i'm weird, for being my confidante, for never forgetting me, for always knowing how to make me smile, for coming up with crazy things like "SQWUAK!", for appreciating the joys of melted chocolate
-ruchita: for being my dance partner, for making the world seem full of possibilities, for your enthusiasm, for always making my heart sing, for always making me want to sing, to understanding the art of perfection in a picture, for letting me be your jillbean, for always offering love
-jen: for speaking my native caribou tongue, for not changing, for being such a beautiful person, inside and out, for somehow seeming more sane yet appreciating my insanity, for running free...like the caribou
3. Pretzel: for being the one to make me smile, for being the one i love like...yah lol, for being what i needed, for caring whether i kill myself...yeah...,for great messages on my cell phone, for being what i wanted, for being the stallion, for being the one to make me understand
4. Jenny: for being my lesbian lover, for making me feel beautiful, for making me feel loved, for making me feel wanted, for giving without knowing without asking, for being cuddly and squishy, for being the most lovable human being i know, for never leaving me for something better
5. Ersin: for being the one i'll always love, for late night/early morning conversations, for plans about azerbaijan, for reading my mind, for knowing me so well, for never finding it creepy that i can hear you
6. Diego: for being the boy i can never see but who i'd marry tomorrow, for being my brazilian lover, for never forgetting me
7. Jill: for being my Jill B. friend, for giving the best hugs, for loving The Sweetest Thing like i do, for never finding the love of marine iguanas weird : ) for making me smile, for making me laugh, for making everyday better, for hanging out with me in the props room, for breaking it down backstage to any song possible, for random love
8. for my family: my mother who never ceases to care, my father who is the best man that ever lived, my brother who i don't have words to describe how wonderful he is, and our guyanese pride
9. for all my friends from the forum: who changed my life inadvertently, i can never have enough gratitude for that
10. for all my friends who make the days better, especially the ones who are true, true friends are hard to find my loves

i would wish that each day be filled with sunshine, but summer rain is beautiful too, i'd wish that the wind be always at our backs, but wind is beautiful on your face sometimes, i can only wish that each day is filled with beauty and happiness and that everyday is filled with moments that make your heart sing. much love and gratitude ~jill

Sunday, November 23, 2003

I hate boys. I loathe them. They are so moronic, and fickle, and it never works because they just...I have no words. I hate them because I'm bitter I suppose, because there is no one for me, because as much as I hate them it's because I'm jealous that they're happy and I'm not. And I can't believe he started complaining to me. Complaining about having someone, someone other than me, even though he told me he loved me...so soon before. I think I know how Hamlet feels when he says that it was 2 weeks, inconsistency fie on it jezebel. Heh, then again who is Hamlet to accuse women of a fickle soul, because truly it is boys to blame. Because I loathe them, why do I fall...well I suppose I should've guessed seeing as how they call it falling...yes. yes. it's my fault, it's me, it always is. love to all the girls who understand me.