The Universal Opera

I Only Want You To See My Favorite Part Of Me.

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 17:45:16 GMT

Seven days until I leave for the cruise!!

I REALLY need a hair cut... badly... I mean, my hair looks fine, but I'm so BORED with it. It has no layers and no angle. It's this longish mass of thick hair. Ugh! Plus, it's an odd color due to past dying experiences. But what can I do? Hmmm. I was thinking a faux hawk with wispy things on the side. Basically a mixture of the two pictures below:

Or maybe just some chunky layers for a less drastic change. I don't know. Help!?

-Jamie

Do Not Fear To Be Eccentric In Opinion, For Every Opinion Now Accepted Was Once Eccentric

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 02:14:22 GMT

Life is good. Ma mere is amazingly understanding, I'm making new friends to replace the ties that have been severed with the old, and the business is thriving. Things couldn't get better. ^_^

-Jamie

A Cap Of Good Acid Costs Five Dollars And For That You Can Hear The Universal Symphony.

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 19:36:31 GMT

I have a drummer fetish. I kid you not. Ever boy I like plays the freakin' drums. o.O Coincidence? I think not!

-Jamie

We All Had Our Ski Masks And Sawed Off Shotguns, But How Do You Plan For A Bank Full Of Nuns?

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 03:15:04 GMT

I had a highly stressful afternoon. I was searching for a frame for the three pictures ordered by Andy from Tattoo Technique. It proved to be rather difficult. I settled on one from Kmart, which was 8 by 20. I got the matte cut at Hobby Lobby and returned home. There I realized that the frame was scratched. What was worse, it was PLASTIC so it could not be fixed. I returned to Kmart, and they had no frames of the same size to replace it, so I went on the Great Late Night Frame Search... NO OTHER STORE HAD 8 BY 20 FRAMES. After visiting three other stores I came back home, head hung in defeat.
Luckily, my mother saved the day (of course). She found an old frame that was just right. This frame has long held the wedding pictures of my parents and my grandparents (on both sides). Needlessly to say, I feel like a cad, but what else can I do??? Ack. Andy better LOVE the finished product... or I'll eat his soul. -_-

-Jamie

People Embody All Of The Qualities That I Fear

Tue, 12 Sep 2006 21:34:10 GMT

"Admiration, n.: Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves."
-Ambrose Bierce

"America is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilization in between."
-Oscar Wilde

"Good breeding consists of concealing how much we think of ourselves and how little we think of the other person."
-Mark Twain

"A man's silence is wonderful to listen to."
-Thomas Hardy

"The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot."
-Salvador Dali

Man Is The Only Animal That Blushes. Or Needs To.

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 20:48:56 GMT

As one who considers herself an optimist I am rather negative toward my fellow humans. I suppose it also has to do with my surroundings. At school I'm always on the defensive. People are so fake. There is a gaping void where personality should be. Out of school, I do just fine. I am easy to speak to and connect with. Perhaps it has to do with the negative connotation I associate with school in general... I'm not one to critique those I do not know well, but I'm easily bothered just the same and, as I said before, highly defensive when in close contact with others in that all too familiar place. It's a band-aide put on an uncleaned wound. When you first enter school it appears fine but as time goes by it festers to the point where the band-aide is a useless diversion. The vulgar truth reveals itself to you.... I don't know... Perhaps I'm acquiring the early symptoms of senioritis. ^_^

-Jamie

More And More People Are Leaving The Church And Going Back To God.

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 05:10:45 GMT

There is an apartment in downtown Clarksville. It's across from Tattoo Technique and beside the Blackhorse and I would give anything to move into it within the month. I am trying to conceive ways to explain to my parents how much it would mean to me to be there in that apartment with two of my friends (for it has three bedrooms) just being. I am almost positive that no matter what I say, they will scoff at me and blow the entire thing off, but I still have to try.
Perhaps I am being irrational, but I want this so bad it hurts (pardon the cliché). I plan to go out and apply for jobs about town. Also, I need to get my mother alone so I can comfortably explain to her my feelings of the late (I am God's sexless being, created to aide a society I cannot be a part of). My father is a whole other story that I don't wish to consider at this hour.
Anyway, I'm going to sleep on it. Tomorrow I will wake and begin my plotting. Wish me luck.

-Jamie

P.S. Thank you Alyx.