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Name: Jordan
Birthday: 11/12/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: Cake. And math.
Expertise: I'm an expert in all that is groovy. *pops collar casually*
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Member Since:
5/10/2005
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| Well, the eagle has landed. I have something to admit to all you keepers of Magical Xanga Machines. I am a fuck-knuckle. But back to my point: I have become just as much of a Myspace addict as Chris Wood, my boyfriend, soulmate, and lover. Quail balls. Oh yes. I forgot to mention Josh. He is a titty twadling son of an Arab who needs to get a life. I'm mad at him right now because he knows my password. I am Jordan Burns, trackstar master of the crypt. Fear me, and you shall live. Two to gut, one to the jaw, if you're looking at the ceiling then you're dying on the floor. Rhino nuts. | | |
| Man oh man.
It's the end.
The very, very end. Where did it go guys? WHERE?? It seems like 3 hours ago we had our School's Out For Summer party. Where did all that time in between go?
I think it got lost in translation somewhere. With so much confusion and uncertainty, it's hard to hold on to time. It just...
Slips.
And you want to make sure and hold on to it the next time around, but you're just not sure how. I don't know how. They say there's always next Summer...but I have the sneaking suspicion that the next go around just won't be the same.
This was the most meaningful Summer of my entire life. And it flashes by like a backward glance now. How did 3 months turn in to 5 seconds? How?
In any event, I thought I would take the time to say what I really need to say:
Thank you Hannah. Thank you Laura. Thank you Felicity. Thank you Josh. Thank you Joe. Thank you Cesar. Thank you Mingan. And Thank you Chris.
It was fantastic. To die for. Delicious. I've never cried or laughed so much. Bliss.
So thanks. And I'll see you all very soon.
Love and Everything Else,
Jordan. | | |
| Late night entry. Can't sleep. Like that guy in Fight Club. He was an insomniac and a skitzo.
I also have a lot of questions tonight. I have a lot of questions all the time. I think they are important. I wonder - who am I supposed to ask? If all I do is ask questions, then there must be someone out there who just gives answers, and I think it would be very good if that person and I could meet. Because I'm not getting my answers.
I am thinking right now about my roots. I do not think that they exist anymore. I am a rootless tree, what an excellent thing to be, and what a perplexing situation. I am also thinking that he lied. He lied - I do not still have them. I do not still have everyone I had before. They are all fading away just like I said they would. Maybe that's the problem. And the answer to some of my questions. Right now all the colors in my painting are fading away and they used to be so close and bright and vivid and wonderful.
The colors used to be INTENSE. But now things are faded and dulled and running away in every direction. I'm not sure what to do without intensity. How boring and substanceless. What do we do without our substance?
I'm not sure. This entry is not very much like me at all. Not me at all. Just ignore it. I'm positive that it is just a momentary lapse of confusion pertaining to my personal awareness. Meaning I'm floating and confused. Just ignore this whole thing and look at my schedule down there. ♦Jordan♦ | | |
| OMG!!!! SCHEDULEEEE!!!! LIKE, TOTALLY TELL ME IF WE HAVE, LIKE, CLASSES TOGETHER!!!! Hey, wait a minute...
Okay. El Scheduleio:
1. Latin 1
2. Honors World History/Geography
3. Honors Trigonometry/Pre-Calc.
4. Honors English II
5. Biology 1
6. Technical Theatre (Sem. 1)/ PhotoJournalism (Sem. 2)
Got that out of the way. I really don't like how all my core classes are back to back. That could prove to be quite unbearable. And I have to travel between 7 different buildings to get to my classes. It's not a campus so much as a small city. It's GINORMOUS.
Hey there Hi there Ho there everyone. With only one week left of this tasty dish called Summer, I am stressing big time. I mean, what a JIP. This Summer was hardly even a break at all. It was a bunch of emotional and locational roller coaster. Not once did I ever get to just CHILL OUT. Two months isn't a lot of time when you're talking and about rearranging your life. I need an extension or something. I need, like, two more weeks to just do NOTHING. Absolutely nothing at all. Not worry about anything. That would be so wonderful. I'm just not ready yet. I know my brain is in the process of turning into cotton candy right now (mmm...), but as of late I could care less. Really. I just want to lay around in a big pool of NOTHINGNESS for a while until I'm ready for all this SOMETHINGNESS.
Is ANYONE ready?
100 days until I go home. Will I still consider it home by then? I'm not sure. It could be a rather strange land after that amount of time. Is 100 days a long time? I'm not sure on that either. Depends what each day is like. 100 days could be next to nothing if you go through the same routine every day. Unless you hate the routine. Then it could be next to an eternity. I guess we shall see. Regardless of what I want or how I feel, it is 100 days, take it or leave it. I'll take it.
Adults always tell me that there will be one Summer that will be the "Summer of my life." I just hope that this Summer wasn't it. Because it just slipped right through my hands and there's nothing I could do about it. I would hope that somewhere down the road, maybe next year, or whenever it may come to pass, the "Summer of my life" is still out there, and that it lasts a lot longer than this one did.
Love and Everything Else,
Jordan.
Oh, yeah. And I've narrowed it down: I think I want to go into Environmental Engineering. For now atleast.
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| There was this one time that Hannah and I decided to walk to Arsaga's to see Felicity at work. We looked up how to get there on Mapquest, and it didn't look too far. So we walked. And we walked and walked and walked. And you guessed it got lost. So we had to call her brother Matthew to walk all the way down to where we were just to show us the rest of the way. When we finally made it to Dickson, we were disgusting and sweaty and panting and we stumbled into Jimmy Johns for replenishment. We ordered this jumbo size lemonade that was bigger than our faces and sucked the whole thing down in 2 minutes 11 seconds. We proceeded to Arsaga's to tell Felicity that she owed us big time. We almost never walked anywhere again.
There was this other time that Laura and I were being Laura and I over at her house and were of course hungry hungry hippos and we were stuffing our faces sooo much in between watching Thumbsucker, another intellectual movie of ours, jamming to tunes, and viewing stupid internet videos. We went on, like, our 5th snack run at like midnight and tried to make pudding. Chocolate pudding. Out of the box. And if I remember correctly, we used, like, water intead of milk and we ended up with a bowl of chocolatey liquid. And after this long silence I go: "But, like, we can still eat it...can't we???" I was so damn hungry and we laughed for so long.
Buddy, I miss my friends. So much.
There's other stuff too. But no one reads these anyway. I'll save it for later.
Greatest ending to a break-up song ever:
Come on baby, dry your eyes.
But Angie, Angie
Ain't it good to be alive?
Yeah. Also, the universe is expanding like a balloon. Either the fabric of space-time is curved, and therefore gravity will overcome the expansion, and the universe will collapse in on itself again. Or, the universe is just moving too fast and gravity isn't strong enough to pull it back and it will just keep expanding forever and ever until space runs out or everything is just too far apart for anyone to care anymore. I like to think there's an end to this though, so I'll take the former. Wouldn't you? If there's no end to a beginning, than it was pointless to even start. Like those guys said:
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
Lately, I have been chilling with my mother, who just arrived in Pheonix. Went shopping, got lots of stuff, watched a lot of Law and Orgasm, rode bicycles, hung with Aunt Allison, blah blah I'm sure this is all very interesting to you. Whatever. The only thing worth writing about is my hatred for palm trees and spiky plants. Screw this desert. Uh-huh.
Went to see Mrs. Counselor Lady at new highschool and applied for my classes. I go next week to get my schedule and take a tour. How very terrific and splendid and exciting. I love spending 7 hours of every week day with total strangers.
Tell me what's hip-happening.
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