tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59254702012-02-16T02:16:33.536-06:00It's times like these you learn to live again. It's times like these you give and give again. It's times like these you learn to love again. It's times like these, time and time again.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.comBlogger2961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-26188839513220009732010-08-12T21:18:00.003-06:002010-08-12T21:44:50.309-06:00

I feel stuck. This always happens. I feel content for a few months and then I start to freak out and be like "OMG I NEED A CHANGE!"...So I chop off my hair. Or buy a whole bunch of new clothes. Or book a flight to Dublin...And nobody seems to understand. Everyone I know is completely content with their life and their relationships and their situations. Or maybe it's just that nobody talks about

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-48206367080460281892010-03-15T22:01:00.004-06:002010-03-15T22:33:19.457-06:00

I told Nicole one day that I feel like there is more drama in my life since I've been single. And she said that it's because there are more people pulling on my emotions. And I can't decide how I feel about it. I was restless while I was in a relationship...but I don't have a constant now that I'm single. I can't decide which one is worse.It's like people can sense that I'm single. I've removed

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-66028164613950009272010-01-16T22:08:00.003-06:002010-01-16T22:18:31.962-06:00

This is a story about a girl named Julia and a boy named S. Julia and S met in an eastern European city one rainy November evening. They enjoyed each other's company and the night before S left to another city, he told Julia,"We should see each other in Canada when we both get back."To which Julia replied,"Mmmkay..."Because she was skeptical when it came to boys and the things they said.S

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-85195677775778395402010-01-14T18:16:00.004-06:002010-01-14T18:46:13.444-06:00

So I've crossed something off of my life list. "Backpacking Europe." Do I feel any different? Not really. I feel more like other people have changed and it happened while I was gone. Or maybe it happened before I left I just didn't notice until I got back. Or maybe I have changed.What have I learned?Personal things, lists and ideas for my future self. I might share them someday if I think they're

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-26792629556887680372009-08-31T23:23:00.002-06:002009-08-31T23:49:11.587-06:00

I'm happy :)Slightly anxious and neurotic...but happy.That's all for now. I'm going to Edmonton on Saturday and then possibly camping for the rest of the weekend. Or possibly playing house. Hoping for the latter.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-22149678123207746872009-06-15T23:20:00.002-06:002009-06-16T00:02:29.018-06:00

I've given my mother hope that I won't be a bum living at home till I'm 40 and finally decide to get married. Should I be a chef, a pharmacy technician or a recreational tourism...person...? I'm leaning towards chef or pharmacy tech. Maybe both? The world's first pharm tech who cooks you a meal and prepares your drugs? I'm worried I'll hate it just like I hated university. The professional

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-46261280041827947662009-06-10T22:32:00.004-06:002009-06-10T22:52:19.475-06:00

I needed a change. I feel brighter. More hopeful. And yet I feel panicked. I feel guilty. I feel terrified.By leaving in October, I am going to miss the following:1. My birthday. It probably doesn't sound like a big deal but I'm pretty sure no 20 (going on 21) year old gets as excited about their birthday as I do.2. My (first!!) newborn niece or nephew. I personally think it's going to be my

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-28373739832054433632009-05-11T23:29:00.003-06:002009-05-11T23:52:15.238-06:00

Relationships are hard...I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again today. Would I erase David if I got the chance? I'd like to say that I'd be strong enough to just deal with it and move on...and if I had to, I would, but if I had an easy out like what they do in ESOTSM I'd most likely take it. No cognitive pain. Nice.I've been toying with the idea of writing in a journal but whenever

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-14769432251614447952009-04-23T10:56:00.003-06:002009-04-23T11:45:27.791-06:00

I'm considering starting a Twitter...but most people I know don't use Twitter...I learned in my Ling class that people only use elipses with peers. It's too informal to use anywhere else. Unfortunately that wasn't on my final, lots of stuff I didn't know was on my final. But I'm done now. Onto bigger and better I guess.Alison and I are going to Europe? Which is strange because as much as I wanted

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-50518347657538992292009-03-06T20:50:00.003-06:002009-03-06T20:54:21.689-06:00

I've been putting off blogging until I had enough time to actually compose something that makes sense. Although it'll just be a haphazard (sp?) mess of thoughts like it usually is.Uh...I'm saving up money to go to Europe! Yay! Leaving in October is the plan. I'm super excited. Finally doing something instead of whining about how much I want to go somewhere and do something interesting.I bought

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-57941881144656744462009-02-20T15:15:00.003-06:002009-02-20T15:39:40.992-06:00

I went to see Brad Paisley last night. It was so so so good. Like 10 million times better than Kanye West. Wtf was all the hype about his show anyway? P. Diddy was all "BEST SHOW EVA" but it so so so was not. Eff you P. Diddy.I'm so bitter. I hate my boyfriend's stupid job and his stupid boss and at the moment I feel like I should take a 4 hour road trip and beat up both David and his boss. I'm

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-23055645305166059252009-01-29T13:05:00.003-06:002009-01-29T13:35:30.407-06:00

It's a little bit sad. While doing some research I found out that Bling Bling Hostel in Krakow isn't open anymore. The reason for these pictures is that's where both were taken. Okay, so it wasn't a 5 star place...okay it was more like 1 star or less, but I had some nice memories there.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-70076188399153442462009-01-22T13:25:00.002-06:002009-01-22T13:57:40.164-06:00

What I've been watching:Awake - This movie has Jessica Alba in it, which should immediately set off an alarm that it's probably crap, but my boyfriend wanted to watch it precisely for that reason. It's an interesting idea but my initial instints were right. It's crap. Don't bother.The Curious Case of Benjamin Button - It's really long, but I was entertained the whole time. I'd pay 10.50 to see it

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-1106228560334075452008-12-08T15:33:00.002-06:002008-12-08T16:09:40.203-06:00

YES OR NO...1. Have you had any relationships this year?Yahuh2. Have you had your birthday yet?Yep. It was a good time.3. Drank Starbucks?Always. I love Christmas at Starbucks.4. Went camping?Yes. I peed in an outhouse, I'm not even kidding. Apparently this was the only campground in the world with no running water bathrooms.5. Met someone special?Yes.6. Been out of country?Yes I have.7. What are

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-76514074760870733212008-12-05T15:36:00.002-06:002008-12-05T16:14:35.906-06:00

I'm listening to The Call by Backstreet Boys. Yeah, I saw this song live. Whaaaat? It's a good lesson not to cheat, friends. Take it from the BSB. Don't cheat.Speaking of cheating, I have my first final tomorrow and I'm pretty relaxed actually. I'm not going to cheat. I cheated on a test once in elementary school and felt so awful I decided never to do it again. Just thought I'd let any of you

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-81059661644456786092008-12-01T19:29:00.002-06:002008-12-01T20:34:34.350-06:00

I am heating up water to make hot chocolate in which I'm going to eat Tim Tams that David and I stole from his sister. Mmm yum.I watched Wall-e yesterday. I loved it so much. I thought it was adorable. I cried.I don't know anymore. Sometimes my heart hurts when I think about life. Sometimes I make stupid decisions and I don't want to make any more of those.I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. I

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-23156765117623750072008-11-26T18:36:00.002-06:002008-11-26T19:16:46.560-06:00

I'm angry but I have writer's block so I can't think of anything to say. I hate long distance relationships of all kinds. I hate warm milk. I hate that I hate driving. I hate stats. I hate english. I hate philosophy. I hate linguistics. Mostly because of the annoying girls that sit in front of me, the girls who talk during the ENTIRE lecture behind me, and the guy who always gives the wrong

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-36524842174682063122008-11-08T11:25:00.003-06:002008-11-08T12:29:46.150-06:00

I'm pretty sure I'm not going back to school in January. I hate waking up in the morning thinking that I wish I was in a different situation. It's really pathetic. I'm too young to hate my life. Actually no one should hate their life. It has nothing to do with being young.I should have known better than to expect to love university. Maybe I will someday. Or maybe I will be an electrician and make

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-36712370603956714772008-10-22T20:09:00.004-06:002008-10-22T20:30:46.133-06:00

Go to urbandictionary.com and type your answers for each question into the search box:First Name:Jessicashe is an amazing and beautiful girl with the best smile. she has the effect of brightening up someone's day (even just by smiling). she is absolutely adorable. she sometimes says things without thinking, but she's so cute when she does. she's sooo funny. she smells really nice too. in one word

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-73811894156362664532008-10-02T19:34:00.003-06:002008-10-02T20:16:17.162-06:00

OH YESSSS. New Jack's Mannequin cd. MM. How much do I love piano pop.In other news, I think I am getting sick. And in other other news, I daydreamed about traveling for 80 minutes today during my English class. I'm not so sure this university thing is for me...maybe if I had friends there...Um. David came back for 4 days. That was good. I booked off my birthday weekend and apparently if I want to

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-15547384683914372212008-09-28T20:17:00.002-06:002008-09-28T20:18:42.834-06:00

SNL - Nicholas Fehn

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-19105868528284170662008-09-13T17:32:00.002-06:002008-09-16T20:04:43.049-06:00

I am worrying myself. If things had gone the way I thought they would a year ago, I would be in a totally different situation...thank goodness for not being rash. Thank goodness for Europe. Thank goodness for... I heard Wish You Were Here by Incubus on the radio today :). It's been too long old friends. I am so torn in which mascara to buy. I don't want to buy crappy stuff that I hate but there

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-85863197962539378002008-09-10T16:27:00.004-06:002008-09-10T16:46:57.203-06:00

I'm morbid. I'm not sure when this started but I've only noticed this for about the last week or so. Whenever I ride the bus, I think about dying. Not that I want to die. Not at all. But I think about the bus taking a corner to fast and rolling. Or when I see a hazardous materials truck traveling beside us, I think that we might crash into it and explode. Or while driving on a bridge, I think

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-8285663299941232362008-09-04T20:08:00.004-06:002008-09-04T20:52:08.477-06:00

I had my first class today. I'm overwhelmed. Very thankful for Ashley. Excited to start reading (although I'm sure that won't last).I'm happy. I'm getting tired of waiting to be happy. Like "if only this would happen, I'd be happy." I'm still not convinced I wouldn't be happy with that. But I think I can be happy without it. I can be happy at work and at school and at home and without David and

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-89106757133093634762008-09-01T11:58:00.003-06:002008-09-01T12:45:08.163-06:00

I am not sure that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I think that maybe for a time it does. But I think that a lot of times absence makes the heart forget. Not saying that I will, but I've seen it happen. It's happened to me before.You forget the way they say your name. The way they look at you. The way they laugh. You start to forget how special you feel around that person, you might even

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-21717838499029371422008-08-27T21:31:00.003-06:002008-08-28T10:38:49.889-06:00

David left today. I have been on the verge of tears all day. It could be so much worse, I know. He could be going to Pakistan for 3 years...but it was like every time I expected him to leave, something came up and he couldn't. So the band-aid got ripped off very slowly and I guess I just never thought he would. But he's gone now for a few weeks. I just want to have the house to myself and eat

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-33852476890881056702008-08-20T10:05:00.004-06:002008-08-20T11:09:24.729-06:00

I'm filled with hope again. Even though it probably won't work, it's worth a try...I think.I went to see Tropic Thunder last night. It starts off really well so I was hopeful for it. There were a few mildly funny parts. Nothing gut busting about it though. Plus, it's gross. Like really gory. Lots of cameos, including Tom Cruise, who is somewhat funny during some parts but is basically just there

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-30419589059161031072008-08-17T10:35:00.002-06:002008-08-17T10:47:54.265-06:00

LOL! Look at my face!! I'm concentrating so hard!!

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-86828631749472305452008-08-15T10:06:00.002-06:002008-08-15T11:04:45.231-06:00

I ordered a flat iron online on August 6 and apparently it's in Saskatoon but won't be delivered until the 19th. Wtf? How does it take 4 days to deliver something from Saskatoon to Dalmeny. Actually 5 because it was in Sask yesterday already. Whatever. UPS is stupid.David got a job in Alberta. He's not sure when he starts yet but when he does he'll be gone for 24 days and back for only 4. That's

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-73926237976085914162008-08-07T22:15:00.004-06:002008-08-07T22:23:16.274-06:00

I just did something I haven't done since I was, oh, 8?I just cried in a book. Actually I did it more than once.I forget sometimes how much I love to read. Read this book. Read any of her books, they're all good. In my opinion, even better than Sophie Kinsella. And that's saying a lot.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-38191189293071448692008-08-05T21:39:00.002-06:002008-08-05T22:20:27.382-06:00

I went go karting a couple of times this weekend and I am so sore. I couldn't go to sleep last night because I hurt everywhere. But it's really fun. I crashed a couple of times and spun out as though someone had dropped a banana on the track...I'm looking at DK...

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-76120816007325221762008-07-31T22:46:00.004-06:002008-07-31T23:34:43.436-06:00

I'm not sure if I'll be labelled lame or cool for listening to who I am listening to. But I just have this to say: the rest of his albums are so much more brilliant than his singles. The singles pretty much suck compared to his "non mainstream" songs. And his songs remind me of Europe. Waking up at 2am, just laying in my bed in Paris, listening to his song and wishing it wouldn't end because it

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-5467848960772007952008-07-28T10:15:00.003-06:002008-07-28T10:34:15.107-06:00

I was off gallavanting (sp?) at Little Loon lake this weekend with the boy and his family. I fished for the first time ever. It's pretty fun, but I didn't catch anything. Even if I had, I would've put it back. It made me sad when they looked like they were struggling to breathe.We were out tubing with David, his dad and his aunt and when I went to hop up on the tube, the water pushed my bathing

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-10493041956831646092008-07-16T21:58:00.003-06:002008-07-16T22:39:50.041-06:00

*smiles*I get a day off tomorrow :)No customer service for me. Unless I AM the customer :)I have Disturbia by Rihanna in my head. It's sickeningly catchy. Bum bum be dum bum bum be dum bum.Today a woman came in asking for a package of cigarettes and didn't specify whether she's like the light or the normal kind. So i gave her the normal because usually if they don't specify, in my experience,

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-49407124079667838982008-07-14T10:42:00.002-06:002008-07-14T11:42:44.266-06:00

Jessica...is holding her tongue and trying not to vomit....is wanting to smack some sense into you....misses you....daydreams about you (not you...YOU)...has been known to fall in love....would like to be in Paris.I don't know what to say. I have writer's block. It's really frustrating. I guess I could tell you that I finished Marian Keyes's newest book. It's super good. It made me feel pretty

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-83335873750687685472008-07-02T10:38:00.003-06:002008-07-02T11:01:19.673-06:00

I'm sick.I feel like punching Steph in the face because her blog disappeared.I'm lonely.I don't want to work.My ears are plugged.I'm in Dalmeny.I'm about to go from seeing David every day to only seeing him weekends again.My bellybutton is angry with me.BUT...I like my voice when I get a cold.I have plenty of other blogs to read.I have an awesome family.I have a source of income.I can hear music!

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-61706792569620993602008-06-26T00:03:00.002-06:002008-06-26T00:49:38.850-06:00

Why do we do things for other people and not for ourselves? Why am I going to school? Why do I care if my family/teachers/friends/boyfriend is proud of me?Why did I let myself get so attatched to everyone around me? I was envious of my brother who can pick up and move because although I'm sure he loves other people, he doesn't seem to be as emotionally attatched as I am. Maybe it's because he's a

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-80277062459873909712008-06-24T09:36:00.002-06:002008-06-24T09:49:50.559-06:00

I found a centipede in my room this morning. It severely grossed me out. I'm super pumped about tomorrow. I get a haircut AND I get to see my friends. And eat. MM. Until then though, I get to work, and stress out about other things.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-90009836584367805702008-06-16T16:42:00.002-06:002008-06-16T17:01:12.912-06:00

I had a dream that I had a baby the other night. And then I talked to a British woman about it and I told her it didn't hurt that much and it only took like 10 minutes. And then I asked Nicole to help me name him. And she told me that her nanny could watch the baby whenever I wanted...even though she didn't have kids.Erm. Weird.I should go buy goat cheese but I don't think the store here has it.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-26198523056902437612008-06-12T10:41:00.002-06:002008-06-12T10:46:42.823-06:00

Who wants to have a dance party?!...IN EUROPE?!

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-31957794992880072062008-06-10T12:23:00.003-06:002008-06-10T12:31:50.376-06:00

Somedays I think I could be somebody. It's dumb, I know, but it's what I'm thinking. I think I need a new town to leave this all behind. These empty feelings question me of who I think I've become.Now every time I look at myself...I wonder what you could've seen in me. A good girl. A smart girl. A pretty girl. I'm a straight line walker. I'm the evil one. I'm the one who gets away. We'll see if

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-60485373560014091052008-06-06T22:06:00.002-06:002008-06-06T22:20:56.484-06:00

Know when I feel old?When Rihanna is famous (and has been for like, 3 years) and she's my age.When Chris Brown is famous, and younger than me by a year.When Miley Cyrus is famous, and younger than me by 4 years.When I read Twist (that I read religiously as a preteen), and I have NO idea who Selena, Demi, or Cody are.When I read Twist and it bothers me that these kids are referred to only by their

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-4292107043710963912008-06-04T10:54:00.003-06:002008-06-04T11:18:04.934-06:00

Underline anything that has happened in 2008 so far!lost a friendgot my first kisskissed someone newmade out for the first timemade out in a carkissed in the snowkissed in the rainfell in lovehad your heart brokenbroke someone else's hearthad a stalkerquestioned your sexual orientationcame out of the closetgot pregnantgot someone else pregnanthad an abortiongot marriedhad a divorcehad a gay

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-84987181475590556482008-05-31T00:22:00.001-06:002008-05-31T00:24:37.802-06:00

Isn't it great to find that you're really worth nothing?Someone come and save my life.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-54166926821034132932008-05-29T10:22:00.002-06:002008-05-29T10:40:09.722-06:00

I have love for Lupe Fiasco. MAD love. Seriously. I mean, Kanye was good and everything but he didn't make me love him that much more. Maybe it was because he played at the end and by the time he came on stage I was pretty tired.But yeah, I even appreciate Rihanna more. And N.E.R.D. was good as well.I get sushi and Dallas tonight! Yum x 2.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-39033936288838235322008-05-26T14:52:00.001-06:002008-05-26T15:05:45.984-06:00

Let's go to sleep in Paris,And wake up in Tokyo.Have a dream in New Orleans,Fall in love in Chicago.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-8302509127155955122008-05-22T11:05:00.001-06:002008-05-22T11:05:27.944-06:00

I've been drinking more water lately because, well, it's healthy for you apparently. It's still gross nothingness though. I've also given up pop because, well, there's nothing beneficial about pop. But since I drink so much water now, I wake up every morning because I have to pee. It stinks. But I feel healthy...so I guess it's worth it?I was thinking the other day about destiny because I was

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-6075332606086019692008-05-20T10:56:00.004-06:002008-05-20T11:27:25.883-06:00

I wish that one was from you.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-85500004907769135332008-05-19T11:14:00.002-06:002008-05-19T11:48:45.822-06:00

I feel like I need to talk to someone about this until I run out of air but I've already told the only people that will understand. I don't want to be silly. But I don't want to be sensible either. I want THAT again. Which is completely silly but if I want something bad enough, I can make it happen, no matter how dumb it is, right? I'm still waiting to see if I am right or not (see post below). I

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-69879293757927349992008-05-16T11:37:00.003-06:002008-05-16T11:39:32.154-06:00

I hate when you are pretty sure you're wrong, but you want so badly to be right.So I can't help but keep that hopeful knot of anticipation in my stomach.

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I had a dream last night.To see a clogged toilet in your dream, signifies that you are holding in and keeping your feelings to yourself. Your emotions have been pent up too long.To see a phone number in your dream, suggests that you need to make contact with someone and reach out for help.To dream that you are kissing someone else's boyfriend or girlfriend, indicates your wish to be in a

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-42976932992276644952008-05-07T12:42:00.002-06:002008-05-07T12:57:17.510-06:00

So I was just thinking about how awesome it is when I'm excited about something and how much I love the feeling of wanting to jump around and type in caps and say "eek" a lot. So I decided to make a list of things I'm excited about. No need to be a negative Nancy. There's plenty to be pumped about...I think...1. Weddings!2. My purple, oh-so-sophisticated-and-red-carpet-like dress!3. Not working

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OKAY.So I've pretty much checked everything off of my to do list like, get a job, get jack fixed, apply for school. I'm still feeling really restless. My brother went off the plant trees in Ontario the other day. Wtf? And he's also planning on riding his bike to Alaska. WTF? I really wish I was that adventurous and independent. But I need people. And to be honest, riding a bike across the country

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-33045238731001630122008-04-16T20:23:00.002-06:002008-04-16T20:36:45.479-06:00

double you.tee.eff.I'm getting spring fever. I want to go out and have fun and be young.But then a phone call snapped me back to reality. Maybe I don't know what I want.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-91944175326255304062008-04-15T20:26:00.002-06:002008-04-15T20:43:39.705-06:00

I can't understand what he says during part of it. If anyone can translate, let me know.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-44499071470819514262008-04-14T19:23:00.005-06:002008-04-14T19:27:56.341-06:00

Okay so it sucks that Corner Gas is going to end after next season or whenever it's going to end...But I will NOT EVER miss those stupid commercials that they play for Corner Gas during Dancing With the Stars.Seriously.Hate them.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-3089341769699906882008-04-10T21:49:00.001-06:002008-04-10T21:49:14.902-06:00

Me and Steph watched "Once" the other night. The only reason I thought of picking it in the movie store was because they had played the song "Falling Slowly" on CBC radio because it won an Oscar.Basically it's about this Irish guy who is a musician, who meets a Czech girl who happens to be a musician as well. They write songs and record them before he has to leave for London.While watching it, I

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-21420539405667744822008-04-07T11:29:00.003-06:002008-04-07T11:37:27.725-06:00

The thing about boys* is that...sometimes...they're really...really...realllllly...dumb.And apparently this is the time of year when they act the dumbest.But ohhhhh I love mine.So maybe you should replace boys* with girls*

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-63297318333667701842008-04-01T11:57:00.002-06:002008-04-01T12:03:11.497-06:00

"The present is never our goal: the past and present are our means: the future alone is our goal. Thus, we never live but we hope to live; and always hoping to be happy, it is inevitable that we will never be so."-Blaise PascalSunday night I found myself taking a time out from a situation to think, "Right now I am truly happy." It feels good to prove him wrong, even if it only lasted for a minute.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-6599569122964820872008-03-27T17:45:00.008-06:002008-12-09T06:48:44.885-06:00

I'm BACK and maybe better than ever, and more confused than ever...well actually I am not confused at all and that confuses me...I had an awesome time in Europe and wish I could just stay there and not have to come back to the real world. I wish I didn't have to go to school next year. I don't want to be in debt. I want to be young and free and not tied to one place.When we were in Krakow I was

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-47746526842433534952008-03-06T14:59:00.006-06:002008-03-06T15:21:51.955-06:00

Almost 9 my friends. I felt almost sad today that I won't see these faces anymore. I won't sit at my desk and listen to Snow Patrol and drink Five Alive and eat Chewy granola bars.I won't see the guy at the Ramada who waits for something everyday after work. I assume he is waiting for the bus but since he doesn't stand right at the bus sign I have created a life story for him. It is about how he

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-82884071502364534772008-03-05T12:13:00.002-06:002008-03-05T12:20:33.939-06:00

No yogurt today. Just boredom. I've taken to writing down how many hours I have left this week whenever I happen to think about it. On the the top of my doodling paper there is a bold, black 20. Yep only 20 hours left. 2.5 days. I feel really young when all these people are getting engaged around me. Like I'm too young to settle down and actually commit to something. Right now I can still come

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I'm at work, wasting the remainder of my lunch, debating whether or not to eat the yogurt i brought. I know I'll be hungry in about an hour again...okay I'll do it...after I finish this blog. I'll be done here on Friday which sounds relieving but the alternate of looking for another job sounds daunting. Especially because it's not like I gained any new skills from this job. Well, unless you count

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-45828322654446713362008-01-29T17:54:00.000-06:002008-01-29T18:20:14.148-06:00

This was in the letter I wrote to myself in grade 7 that I got at the end of grade 12:"I wanna tell you that you have to go for your dreams but don't compromise your morals. Love yourself and others. If you screw up, say sorry...Stay true to yourself. Don't compromise. Good luck in your life after high school. You can move mountains, kid!"...among other things.Dear grade 7 Jessica:Thanks for the

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Until this last summer, I had never identified loneliness before. I'm sure I had felt it but always thought that it was boredom or sadness. Then one day in Ottawa, Janelle said something about her being lonely and I was like "that's what this feeling is?" Now that I can identify it, it seems to happen a lot more frequently. I like to be alone, but feeling alone is pretty different. I like knowing

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-28589205307810805502007-12-08T12:27:00.000-06:002007-12-08T12:43:47.931-06:00

Giving in.Getting hurt.Crying.Waiting.Wishing.Going in circles.Getting my hopes up.Getting let down.Missing my friends.Missing myself.Working.Swallowing the lump in my throat.Fake smiles.Fake laughs.Coming in last.Not understanding.Not being understood.Feeling guilty.I am just tired of everything.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-67578039870646131972007-11-07T20:51:00.000-06:002007-11-07T21:13:27.672-06:00

I was at work the other day listening to Rock 102 when "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones came on the radio. For some reason, the guy I work with popped into my head. I kind of smirked to myself because it seemed strange that this song reminded me of my coworker. Then I got to thinking "Why, exactly, does this song seem to bring about thoughts of Mark?" and then I realized that Kalan Porter

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-1638418346227780012007-10-23T20:46:00.000-06:002008-12-09T06:48:45.058-06:00

Sooooo...what's new?I got a new kitten about a week ago. His name is Jack White (but you can just call him Jack). He's from Denholm. He's really hyperactive and he likes to try to claw/bite my face off. You see that's what he's trying to do. Umm...I am 19 now and had quite the fun birthday. Singing Tiffany is liberating. My hair is darker. I have new glasses. I got a new shelf in my room. That's

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Hmm...I feel icky. My parents bought me a cell for a grad gift with Virgin as the service. Since I got it, I have paid through the nose because of no unlimited texting and for the last week, I can't receive texts. It sends me duplicates of old texts instead of the new ones. Finally, I had had enough and decided that I didn't want to pay for something that didn't even work properly so I decided to

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My boyfriend rocks. He came to my work today with flowers and to hang out with me during my lunch. He also came on Friday with Vietnamese food. Debbie was like, "Was your boyfriend the little sweetie who came in here before?" haha. Little sweetie. Yep. That's the boy.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-39621870914695177342007-10-04T18:14:00.000-06:002007-10-04T18:15:50.236-06:00

My body isn't used to all this not eating crap. It's used to eating whenever the heck I want to eat. Now I have very scheduled eating practices. My stomach doesn't like me around 4:30 or 5. Two weeks until I turn 19!! Eeeek!

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-11564035015640715172007-10-02T20:22:00.000-06:002007-10-02T20:46:08.467-06:00

Alright so for anyone curious, I am working at the Curatorial Centre for the WDM. My official job title is "Photo Technician". Wild. Picture this: I sit in front of a computer, cross legged, with a binder full of slides open in my lap. I take out a slide from its sleeve. I brush it off. I blast it with canned air. I pop it into the scanner. I look at the preview. If the preview looks alright I

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Weddings are so fun! Except not making awkward conversation with people you just met...but that was kind of fun too. New people!I started work today at the WDM. It was...boring for the most part but once I actually started doing what I was hired to do (rather than the "keep ya busy" work) I kind of enjoyed it. It's repetitive but sometimes I like that. I'm sure I won't after a few days though.

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Country Roads by John Denver makes me feel like puking a little. Memories of gym classes spent dancing to this and Face on the Cutting Room Floor, seeing my friends outside the gym at the picnic tables, counting in my head and out loud if needed, making small talk about grad and homework and David. Although it makes me feel like vomiting, they are good memories of probably my favourite part of

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janelle francaise says:mickey is like, what a fatty. lay off mcdonalds. lard. you could cook every mcdonalds burger for 100 years.janelle francaise says:and lc is like, what a freak. you couldn't support my weight on your 3 legs. you couldn't support a camera. worst and most useless tripod ever. least im hearty.post script - notice the yogurt on lc's face.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-56863933010329496562007-09-10T22:06:00.000-06:002007-09-10T22:24:00.150-06:00

Sometimes I don't like how "magic" Christianity seems. Like...how everything good that happens has to be a miracle. Like the only reason someone gets better from a sickness is because of a miracle like it has nothing to do with the talented, smart doctors. I dunno...I believe that God does good things and that he does have power to heal but sometimes I just think that it's naive to think that

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-68588577258293281062007-09-04T18:46:00.000-06:002007-09-04T21:40:06.283-06:00

I am SO happy.Je suis très heureuse.Steph returns tomorrow.Steph va retourner demain.I like babies.J'aime des bébés.But I don't want a baby right now.Mais, je ne veux pas une bébé maintenant.What do I want right now?Qu'est-ce que je veux maintenant?I want Escada perfume.Je veux le parfum Escada.I want to pick a dress.Je veux choisir une robe.I want my birthday.Je veux mon anniversaire.I want my

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-18547124227954597212007-08-29T22:05:00.000-06:002007-08-29T22:18:15.341-06:00

Ughhhh. Sometimes I just want you to say what I want to hear but I never want you to tell me lies. I hate that what I want to hear is a lie.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-76308999342891231232007-08-25T10:36:00.000-06:002007-08-25T10:47:18.936-06:00

1. Grab your phone.d'accord. je l'ai.2. What are the last 4 digits of your mobile number?3677.3. What does the 1st message in your inbox say?"i am really hungry i hope your night went well have a good sleep muffin"4. Who's the first person who comes up under the letter M?matt.5. Who's the last person you called?home6. Who was your last missed call from?david.7. Who's the 2nd person who comes up

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It's funny how when faced with losing something you realize how much you need it. No major details or anything, but I now know that I really need it. I also need a job which has been weighing really heavily on me lately. Beaucoup de pressure. I don't really want a job. I'm pretty happy just babysitting a cute baby and actually getting paid well for a babysitter. I need my parents to kick me out

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-7168448059456944582007-08-20T10:26:00.000-06:002008-12-09T06:48:46.485-06:00

-----Email Message-----Sent: Sunday, August 19, 2007 9:06 PMSubject: Goodnight BoyI say "You're the best"-----Email Message-----Sent: Monday, August 20, 2007 12:36 PMSubject: "You're the best"I say "sweet dreams 'n shit"

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-12967653556510374752007-08-08T21:26:00.000-06:002007-08-08T22:03:35.367-06:00

I had a dream last night that I was eating sushi and I didn't know how to use chopsticks so my roommate from Ottawa was trying to teach me how. I didn't want to eat the sushi because I don't like sushi, but I ate it anyway.I like being home.I like having a face to face relationship, not a phone relationship.I like Hairspray with two of my favourite people.I like sitting in the driveway, listening

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-54721616027132710522007-07-08T13:38:00.000-06:002007-07-08T13:40:26.234-06:00

26 jours jusqu'a je retourne. e-mail ou text moi. je te aimerai.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-7032131139140931472007-06-25T11:31:00.000-06:002007-06-25T11:41:46.347-06:00

Some of the notes in the margins that I found while studying for Bio:"Each little corner is a...AHH! I'm bleeding!""Capoos decatchon""Poop arena""Your bladder gets full and that's why you dance.""It's spring in your uterus!""If you don't want to get pregnant, you shouldn't have sex on that day. Rent a movie instead.""Some people can have 4 kidneys.""The other pacemaker""What are chihuahuas good

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-41819436497097444092007-06-20T22:14:00.000-06:002007-06-20T22:28:14.939-06:00

I am SO close to being done high school. I am 7 days and 3 exams away to be exact.I opened the letter that I wrote to myself when I was in grade 7 and I...felt weird about it. I wish I had written different stuff. Like...I kind of want to rip it up.Dress news = still ALMOST done.Jewellery news = still need some.Grad news = June 27th at 8:00pm. Be there.Aftergrad news = I'm going! Greeeeeeat....

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-14451588634268497252007-06-14T10:18:00.000-06:002007-06-14T10:29:25.012-06:00

I had a dream last night that I was at grad and I missed my cue to do History and Prophecy so my class didn't have any. I also had a dream about welding, which is strange. I'm not sure if they were combined into one megadream or not. My tummy hurts and I have to go golfing today but I don't want to...Oh, and I'm pretty sure my body is confused right now. Pourquoi? Je ne sais pas mais, au moins je

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-57075284952758535192007-06-12T11:37:00.000-06:002007-06-12T11:53:50.572-06:00

I'm trying to quit biting my nails. It's a really gross, bad habit and whenever I catch myself doing it, I wonder why. But it seems like the more I want to stop doing something, the more I do it. I try to stop procrastinating, not caring, looking forward to Fridays so much...but I do those things now more than ever. It's kind of like peeing. Remember when you would play hide and seek and you

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-9042003231336522532007-06-04T20:00:00.000-06:002007-06-05T17:08:40.750-06:00

I feel like...blah. I'm really excited for grad, but at the same time...I'm really not.I'm scared go to Ottawa. I'm scared that I'm gonna miss everything here so much. I'm scared that everything will change. I'm sad that for the second summer in a row, I won't get to see my Japanese friend off at the airport. I'm sad that I'll probably miss her going away party. I'm scared that my cat will die.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-3805399538145808452007-05-26T23:33:00.000-06:002007-05-26T23:34:32.477-06:00

I missed it again...And I really needed it tonight...

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-43492827433252474922007-05-22T16:40:00.003-06:002007-05-22T16:40:35.032-06:00

I had forgotten how much I loved this movie...

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Why is this so hard?Why do I care so much?Why do I let it hurt me so badly?Why can't I just forget about it?I know that it's stupid and I'll get over it, but I just wish that we could pretend it never happened. I don't want to think about it anymore.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-84436736375116228402007-05-19T15:04:00.000-06:002007-05-19T15:06:20.880-06:00

know what's effed? youtube. it's not posting an effing video that i want to post.

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Sorry. I haven't had much to say as of late.Today was a good day though. J'aime mes amies.Grad is getting closer and closer everyday and it seems like I know less and less what I'm going to do afterward. I'm happy though. HSM is done. As much as I'd love to say I'm sad...I'm not. I thought I would be because it's my last high school play and all, but that whole experience sucked. Hard.On a much

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-21291434981396973012007-04-23T23:19:00.000-06:002007-04-23T23:21:44.074-06:00

Today when I looked at the clock, I had missed 11:11 by seven minutes. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll see a shooting star instead.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-18945563883418305012007-04-22T22:26:00.000-06:002008-12-09T06:48:47.705-06:00

What I really miss...What I really feel like...What I really want to do...What I really want you to do...

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-77125490297467460942007-04-18T17:37:00.000-06:002007-04-18T17:40:19.498-06:00

Soooo...for anyone who's interested, tickets for High School Musical (the Dalmeny edition) go on sale on Monday. However, it is rush seating, which means that no matter what ticket you get, you could be sitting in the back row, so show up early for performances. This also means that if you are aquainted with me, and you want tickets, let me know.

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-25364454171560616142007-04-16T21:38:00.000-06:002007-04-16T21:57:54.132-06:00

1. Basically I have zero direction in my life right now and I hate it. I keep thinking that maybe I'll just give up and apply for university but I also know that I'll probably end up dropping out or something because I can't handle any more school right now. I have no idea where I'll work though if I don't go to school. I'm kind of stressed out about "the real world" that apparently occurs after

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-53072420194477752822007-04-11T21:35:00.000-06:002007-04-11T21:46:03.867-06:00

I've been living at my brother's house since Saturday, housesitting while they're gone to Miami. Seriously, it's going to be really hard to go back to living with other people again after Sunday. Well, not so much other people, as people who have to be reported to and whatever. Oh man, this week has been good. I've been driving quite a bit so if you see me out around the city, I'll probably cut

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-91764367081273935792007-03-26T22:04:00.000-06:002008-12-09T06:48:48.517-06:00

I've started writing a blog about a million times in the last week and I just don't really know what to say. So I guess I'll just put some pictures from Steph's going away party on Saturday.Steph: So...I guess I'm gonna be leaving on Wednesday.Jess: Werd.Jess: Wait a minute. You did not just say that you're leaving on Friday.Steph: Shaa right. I said I'm leaving on WEDNESDAY.Jess: Carrie, get

Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679051061970947090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5925470.post-47010262510924106182007-03-19T15:15:00.000-06:002007-03-19T15:20:59.401-06:00

ackkkkk.that's all i can say.

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