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Friday, July 25, 2008

  • Thoughts about pedophiles

    I'm at the library right now. On my way in, this creepy old man, who is literally 50!, catches my eye, and says "Hey there" (while winking, in a creepy manner), as I walk into the building. I just ignored him and made my way in as quick as possible.

    Now, there are some questions raised from this singular experience.

    I wonder how many times females have ignored him as I have. I'm pretty sure I can't be the only person he's pulled this creeper move on. So why doesn't he stop after the first couple of cold shoulders? Does he enjoy getting ignored? Is scaring innocent females how he derives pleasure? Or does he see it as a lottery, like maybe he'll strike lucky some day - out of the 100,000 females that he's tried to strike up conversation with, 1 will respond?

    How long has he been doing this for? Or was he being spontaneous? Is he single or married? If he's single, is it because all the other women (when he was young) got creeped out about him as well? Is he a swinger maybe? If he's married, does his wife know he's cheating on her? Does he have kids? Does he talk to the kids, or do his kids think he's creepy too? Oh the possibilities...

    Maybe he was trying to strike up a conversation because he wanted to set me up with one of his kids; his Ryan Gosling look-alike son that just started college and is single. Hypothetically, I mean, let's not jump to the gun, but that would be really awesome.

    Or maybe he just wanted to say a friendly hello- wonder why I didn't think of that sooner.

    Note: If you are a creepy old man, the next time you consider saying hello to young girls, think again- just look at how much commotion in my brain that single action can cause!

    Thanks for reading,
    Jessica

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

  • Celebrities as Friends

    I've been at a songwriting workshop this week. I thought it was a small little workshop thing, but turns out people travel from all over the world to attend this week-long session.

    Met lots of people, who turned out to be established people in the music scene, which at the time I didn't know. Only now, when I google their names, it's like "Wow I was talking to HIM?!" I feel stupid and uninformed, as if I should know about these people, because they're so big. Yet, they're really down to earth. I mean, I was eating with this woman that is practically a local celebrity!

    I think maybe one guy was amused I didn't know who he was. When I asked him what he did, he chuckled a bit, but still, he was polite and answered me. Maybe it was better that I didn't know who these people (won't write names here) were, because I wasn't nervous talking to them, since I didn't treat them differently.

    Anyway, that was the exciting bit about my life this week.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

  • "Dropping bombs for peace is like fucking for virginity."

    I was out shopping today and came across this quote. Isn't it ironic? 

    Are you for or against war? Why or why not?

Monday, July 21, 2008

  • I believe...

    ...that I'm going to beat myself to the ground right about now.

    Met this guy at work last year, I knew he was pretty cool, but I had no idea what he was exactly.

    Found out today after talking to a mutual friend that he was the senior prefect at this prestigious all-boys private school that is pretty hard to get into. Last year, I googled his name, and he won a national award for playing jazz music.

    He's good looking, in a good university, volunteered in Africa last year, geniunely cares about the world, and I was too blind to see that Mr. Perfect was right there infront of me. I honestly suck at life, I have everything, but I don't know what to do with it all.

  • Warped Tour

    Yesterday, I was at the Warped Tour. For all you adults that have no clue what this is, it's a music festival that travels around North America, with mostly bands that have large teenage audiences. Such genres of music in this festival include punk, rock, emo, ska, screamo, pop, etc.

    I have never in my life seen so many teenagers crowded together in the same place. It was as if everyone left MySpace for a day and decided to venture outside. It was weird.

    I would guess that over 30,000 people came to see the shows. I could be completely wrong, and there could be alot more, given that I'm horrible at guessing.

    Anyway, the point I wanted to make was that each ticket costs $50, which means that the tour makes alot of money each day, considering that I myself spent $60 on merchandise, I would have bought more stuff, if I had more money, but I'm broke now. Now this is a bit extreme for me, spending $40 on two T-shirts. In total, I spent over $110 in a single day. Hard-earned money that I made myself. I'm just wondering, does that justify my purchases, since I earned the money? If it was money from parents, would I be considered a spoiled brat?

    Yesterday, I watched the thousands of kids walk around with their strange fashions, clothes that would become untrendy within 2 years and would then be thrown out. A waste. But I realized that these kids were reflections of me. I'm a consumer just like each and every one of them.

    Sometimes, I feel that the future generation of kids is pretty screwed. I mean, all we do is consume. Looking back, I haven't done anything for the world really. Except volunteer at various children's summer camps, and household chores. I feel kind of guilty because of my lack of contributions to the world.

    I think I'm at that line, if there is a line, of being between child and grown-up. I'm starting to think ahead to "Is this really a worthwhile purchase? Will I wear this T-Shirt 5 years from now?" But at the same time, I want to be like a child and buy everything that I like. I feel that since this is the last of my childhood (I'm going into college in a month), I have to live it to the fullest, and that includes everything from attending full-day concerts to spending money buying band merch, because that's what a normal teenager would do. I don't want to be 30 years old and regretting everything I didn't do. That would suck.

    I write this now so that 10 years later, when I'm almost 30, I can remember how I felt to be 17 years old in 2008, about to enter college. It felt liberating almost, to let go and act like a crazy teenager for a day, dancing in the rain, soaked and freezing. I wonder what I'll be doing 10 years later, will I think I was young and stupid?

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