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06 March 2020 @ 05:30 pm

Fic housed at 26_shapes

So! If this journal is open, why am I bothering with an intro post? I don't know, I feel like I need one
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All this said, feel free to hang around and read some of the stuff I write (comments are appreciated of course) If you'd like to be friends, I'm up for it, but please leave a comment here. Open journal does not mean open friends. I may sound like a hypocrite, but please don't be shy.

Have an awesome day,
Jeß/Jess/JeFancyB

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Jeß
19 June 2012 @ 11:42 pm
PERMANON POST

Leave me an anonymous (or not) comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. (Cool band btw) Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. (Tell me about your feelings~) Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here.  (Lay into me with your long serrated anonymous claws.) Tell me anything. Tell me what you really think of me or yourself.  (Hell, hassle me with your roleplaying accounts.) Anything. (Did I mention anything?)
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Jeß
12 January 2011 @ 12:46 am
Guess who started doing this when it was still 2010 and got lazy :B heh, figured since I did this last year, I might as well keep it up.

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Jeß
26 December 2010 @ 03:29 pm
Hi guys, hopefully y'all had a good Christmas.  Mine was fine apart from the fact that my parents got a drum set for my brother and put it in the room right under mine so sleeping in the middle of the day is now a bit challenging.

But I got a harmonica and a yoyo for Christmas so it's all good ;u;

So anyway, now we're gearing up for this:

(I live in the gray 15 inches zone which is by now estimated to be more like 18 inches.  I also love how the Cape and the South Shore look like a rainbow :3)

Story time!
I was sitting at lunch one day like a month ago and Carter texts me saying 'It's snowing so much outside! It's like a blizzard!' So I look outside
and there's some sizable flurries coming down, but it's not sticking to the ground or blowing around creating whiteout conditions so it's most definitely no where near a blizzard.

I ask him 'Have you ever seen a real blizzard?' (He's from DC, what do you think?) He's all like 'Yeah, of course I have!  Last year we got like 10 inches!' Cue my ridiculing laughter that he couldn't hear through texting. Honestly 10 inches isn't much of a surprise up here.

So while I've been typing it's started to snow, and it won't be stopping til tomorrow.

I'm not allowed back on tumblr because all the Doctor Who blogs I follow are talking about the Christmas special that I have yet to see.  It's recorded on our DVR but my dad's watching football all day and DW is the only thing that I must watch on a full sized TV rather than my tiny laptop screen  :(
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Jeß
24 December 2010 @ 03:23 pm
Happy Christmas, guys <3

Hope you're all well all around the world :)
 
 
Jeß
15 December 2010 @ 09:07 pm
Oh hey guys, I've just become too lazy to update and then finals showed up (but I'm halfway done)

Anyway, so for those of you who don't know, I live in the city now whereas I had never lived in a city (and rarely been to one) before this point in my life.  Additionally for those who don't know, I have a giving, generous soul.  For those of you who have never been to a city, there are people who ask for change of passersby in cities.  I feel like 90% of the time people either (1) Walk by with their eyes down and pretend not to hear or (2) claim to have no change.  I usually fall into party #2 except I actually don't carry money on me (the contents of my pockets on any day are my cell phone and my university ID.

Today was a bit different as I actually had a couple bucks in my pocket and after I went to dinner with my friend Meg (one of the 3 people I've found who I could be friends with for 4 years without wanting to punch her in the face) I thought to myself, hot damn I want some gummi bears; imma go to CVS and get some.  I go in, I get my candy, and on my way out there's a guy standing on the corner asking for change.  This man had maybe 5 teeth, wore jeans that were rather wet looking around the crotch, and seemed quite mentally absent apart from asking for change.  My thoughts: quite possibly a drug addict  (option #2 is mental patient minus the being patient part).  I have like 75 cents in my pocket, so I give it to him.  What he spends it on isn't really my concern; 'tis the giving season for crissake.  He says thank you because everyone else has passed him by and I feel a little glow inside.

Go another block, a big black guy approaches me.  He's a bit shorter than I am but still a big man.  He introduces himself and says what I good person I am for shaking the hand of a black man (for those of you who don't know, I'm a blond, white woman) and how the people further up the street are ignorant. He tells me I've got good karma and starts talking about his daughters and opens his hand to show me some change (a couple of quarters and a penny) and before he can even ask, I tell him I don't have any change because I really don't. And my happy charitable glow from earlier dies because I did have change and I gave it all to a drug addict when I could have given it to this man.

I'm completely aware that he could have been lying; I'm not some kind of country rube, but I still would have liked to give him some money because, even if he walked away chuckling and thinking I was a sucker, I would have brightened his day.

As an extra kick in the teeth, after the guy said God bless you and kept going down the block, I'm waiting for the light to change to cross and go up the hill to my building and the drug addict/mental patient comes by again walking up the block and asks me for change again.  I tell him, in a politely bemused way, that I've already given him some, and he chuckles and mumbles some stuff and keeps going.  I tell him to keep warm, and he laughs a little more with all 5 of his teeth and rambles incoherently.

Now I don't know how to feel...
 
 
Jeß
08 November 2010 @ 08:33 pm
Total. Loser.

http://je-fancyb.tumblr.com/

Thank you <3
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Jeß
07 November 2010 @ 03:17 am
Which one book should everyone read, and why?

Well, The Little Prince, of course, because everyone has forgotten how to be a child, and it's so important to remember.

Or

Good Omens because religion is fun, contrary to popular belief.

Hope all my friends in the US remembered to turn their clocks back (except for those bastards in Arizona and Illinois)  Do people in other countries use daylight savings time?  I honestly don't know.

I should probably go to bed...

<3
 
 
Jeß
02 November 2010 @ 11:31 pm
Dear election and everyone in it:


Thank you.

I didn't vote today because (1) I'm not registered--because I always had more important things to do like get to class rather than register to vote* and (2) I realized that I would just write in names like Doctor Who, Tom Servo, and Charles Dickens because those three--a fictional character, a robot, and a dead English novelist--would do a better job running this country than the actual people running. A friend of mine back home actually wrote my mother's name in and my MOM could do a better job in office than Deval Patrick (who SOMEHOW is now still the governor despite the fact that EVERYONE in the state hates him). Hell, a dying potted plant could do a better job.

*Yes, class is more important to me.

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Bottom line: I don't like being more philosophically advanced that most people my age, and I think I would be happier if the world didn't extend much farther beyond MY possessions, MY well being, and ME. Sadly, my world is big.

Oh hey! Let's have a rousing discussion, shall we?

Dear f-list, where do you think owning a computer falls in Maslow's hierarchy of needs? I'd say maybe the third level if you really stretch your imagination.