I am a CNA

Sorry Jeffery but it's been real.

Time for some real dumbies.

Girls Pref 2011

One Girl one Boy...Amp...Cafe Rio...Jersey Shore...Fist Pumping...Dancing...Barf...Arthur...Awesome...Basically Girls pref 2011.

So the day started out bright and early because I had a dance competition in the lovely city of Roy, Utah. [Side note:I hate competition because dance can be interpreted so many ways and you can't judge perspective] Not only did I have to wake up so bright and early but I was freakin Christmas blizzard outside! As much as I love the snow I hate driving in it. It's scary and I hate it. I followed my Mom to the-hour-away-city of Roy and I was very snow disoriented it gave me a headache. Upon arriving in Roy I got dressed, I danced, I rocked it, then left for work in the scariest weather I have ever driven in.

Work was fine but only added to my irritated mood. Then my group for the dance didn't quite work out since I didn't finish work until 5 and they were ready to go by 3:30, which left me in a bind but I thought quickly and decided Mexican sounded yummy so Cafe Rio was the only place that could be a replacement.

The theme for the dance was Blast from the Past. Being that Chase is brown I immediately thought KKK and Slave, but do to the recent accusations of racism surrounding Bingham and Racism we decided it best to avoid causing to much of a controversy. Idea number 2 was Joseph and Mary, but unfortunately we didn't have robes or a baby Jesus, which are critical to the look of the Bethlehem duo. After many thinks and thoughts and feelings of frustrations no idea seemed to be perfect, but when all seemed lost it was not! I made a decision and went for a look that was just whatever. It was Jersey Shore/80's/going to a rave/bright colors/baller. Genius I know. Chase and I just went as whatever it was great I am really pleased with the final result.

Got dressed, Picked up Chase, Cafe Rio, Pork Barbacoa (Black beans, mild sauce no salsa). Harmons, Amp, no longer a energy drink virgin, then headed off to the dance.

Chase:Your phone is ringing

Jess: Answer it

Chase: Hello. Yes we just got here.

Jess: *Frantically looking through bag*

Chase: Ok we are coming.

Jess: Chase I think I left my phone at the theatre...*devestation*

Chase: hahahahahaha idiot *hands me my phone* I think you had to much amp

We took pictures, which I don't even know what happened there.... Then we danced, danced, dance, fist pumped, mosh pit, let our bodys do the talking. Never had such an amazing dancing experience. Sadly for some poor couple some barfed during a massive mosh. It went dancing jumping bumping then boom. barf. mosh over...the barf looked like amonds..Artic circle shake possibly? People began dancing around it like witches calling the devil and leaping over it...idiots.

We left. Ears pounding feet lurpy..went saw Edna and margarita and Gage at two vinilla courtesy cones. Went to a Arthur..laughed, cried, laughed, cried, began singing song of saddness because the movie stopped right before the story got to the good part, luckily they heard my sad songs and the movie returned. Laughed cried somemore. We returned home from my new favorite movie...Thanks Chase best dance yet.. just sayin ;)

Brain you make me stupid

Theme of the day is girls are SO dumb. We think WAY to much and forget that guys don't think AT ALL. Ladies have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe when a guy says something maybe he means EXACTLY what he says.
Men are smart that way, thinking makes your head hurt and expecially your heart. It's time to tell the brain to shut up because it's either you, brain, or my heart and I would kinda like to keep both of you thanks.

I am marrying my dog because men give me headaches

When it comes to men I have realized something...I attract Crazies. Not just your average Crazy who just isn't into you or doesn't call you back (you know the typical douche). No, I attract crazies like people with serious issues like personality, psycological, get me to a mental house because I am insane, issues. I don't know what I do to get mixed up these guys. They are headaches and a half, with all thier insaneness making life complicated. But I don't know whats worse the douche bag or the clinically insane...I think I will take my chances with the dog.

I don't settle. I accept.

I don't like the word settle. I prefer accept. I would rather accept a situation then settle for a situation. To me you accept the things you can't change and settle for things you can. For examaple you settle for a husband (depending on how you look at it I guess). You can decide who you marry. But if your marriage isn't all you thought it would be you accept it. You can change that it is what it is. Settle seems like there is a better alternative if you would have had higher goals or more patience. That's sad to me. I will never settle. But when I have reached the highest I can achieve I will accept that not settle. I accept the loniliness not settle for it.

My Life Is A Pile Of Poo

I hate to be a hateful person, but I am. I am horribly hateful. I hate to bring the pity parade everywhere I go, but I do. I hate that I hate people. I hate that I hate so many things. I hate that I know I shouldn't hate so many things. I hate that I know everything happens for a reason because then I would have to stop being hateful but I don't want to stop.

Truth is I hate. I hate a lot.
I think everyone in life is allowed a time of hatred. When life sucks I think you should be allowed to hate it. I know your supposed to find joy in the journey but what if the journey sucks. It's like saying find joy in being stuck in a poo pile...I don't wanna find joy in being stuck in a poo pile because being in a poo pile sucks therefore I am giving myself permission to hate it.

Another thing when you tell me to stop being hateful or stop complaining or be grateful count your blessings, sorry but that makes me wanna punch you and makes me hate you. Just because there are starving children in Africa with AIDS doesn't change anything for them or for me. Me being reminded about there are dying African kids doesn't make the Africans kids' life any better nor does it make mine better. So that is a stupid arguement. Besides aren't we all in the process dying anyways?

Maybe someday I'll decide to stop all this hating but until then I will continue to be hateful and you will continue to deal with it.

So..I am going to Prom?

Chase: You going to prom?

Jess: Nope

Chase: I'm going to find you a date to prom.

Jess: umm your not that makes me desperate

Chase: So?

Jess: Well I'm weird. Weird people don't go to prom

Chase: Your going to prom

Jess: ha I dare you

[A week before prom]

Chase: You going to prom?

Jess: Nope

Chase: So I have this friend from Wayne County would you want to go to Prom with him? Jess:*initial thought* No I do not want to go to Prom with a hick

*Actual respose*Sure I'd love to go to Prom with him!!

*after thought* Aww shizz I'm going to prom with blind date who is from the middle of no where...its sad when no one within 200 miles of you will take you to prom...

[Three days before Prom]

Taylor: Is this Jessica?
Jess: Yes
Taylor: So... we are going to prom?

Jess: Yes

Taylor: Sweet we are going to prom.

Jess: Just so you know I am a very cute girl and I'm not a crazy so don't worry about being raped or anything

Taylor: Phew :)

and a freindship was born...

[Prom]

Good News, Taylor was cute, smart, and funny. And so with a gorgeous princess dress the night went as follows dinner @ JSH building The Garden, The capital, dorky pictures (seriously, did I think that was a cute face? what was I thinking) then Princess Bride. The perfect dress, the perfect date, a perfect kiss... a perfect night ;)

[Note 2 Self: 1. make dress modest a least one day before dance not day of

2. Princess Bride is an awesome movie

3. don't fist pump in a dress with tight sleeves

4. get in the party car... not the lovey dovey car...awkward...]