the united states of jess l.

so i went home at about 9:30 last night because I was too sick to handle it. My temperature was at like 99.3 when I got home… up from my usual 97.4… so that was no good news, but at least I was actually sensing that I had a fever. Sometimes I feel like I do but then I don’t and that kind of annoys me.

I talked to my mom and dad about Kyle then for a while. It was a pretty good conversation. Basically a repeat of the one I had with Dr. Morse the other day… (that I’m sure got relayed to Bearman given his lack of criticism of Kyle and pseudo apology for giving me an emotional breakdown.) I mean, like I said, i know that I have this problem being out of a relationship. I’m just no good at it. For one, when I’m not in a relationship I rush into insincere ones… and sometimes it’s hard for me to tell when feelings are sincere and when they’re not sincere. But my feelings for Kyle are sincere. And i can say that because I know when I’m just pretending my feelings are sincere and when I’m not. I’ve had a crush of whatever degree on Kyle for a long time and I’m excited that I get to date him now. So I think that conversation went well. I know that in some ways they’re just really concerned about me. There is also somewhat of a generation gap that we have to overcome.

I worked out again yesterday! Yay! I bought this neoprene belt that you wrap around yr waist when you exercise and it makes is so that you sweat more there which burns fat there of course. It’s pretty much the sweetest thing I’ve ever used. I mean, seriously. It’s awesome. And so I worked out. I did 20 minutes on the bike and then all the exercise machines that work out my arms and legs and then i did some crunches. I never do crunches. I was excited that they went so well. My favorite part of the whole adventure was that i was reading The Elegant Universe by Brian Green while biking. Hah. How typically college.

Alright. I’m going back to trying to come up with a new layout for this silly blog again. Agh. I hate how uninspired I am these days.

Yippee skippee and sick days

So I overslept for work tonight which is no good. It turns out that this is because I am dreadfully ill, which is worse news. So I think I have a fever. Plus I’m coughing and spreading germs all over. I’ll probably try to leave by 10 at the latest. I mean, I only want to subject people to my disease for so long, you know.

On the bright side… My cellyphone line is eligible for a 2 year contract upgrade about 6 months sooner than I expected it to be. This can only mean one thing: NEW IPHONE IN JUNE INSTEAD OF DECEMBER. Oh yes. Oh yes oh yes oh yes. Fuck. That’ll be so damn sexy.

Observable

Today I bought a Thai cookbook (Two)! Yum. I’ve been sad and lonely feeling all day. I don’t know what my problem is.

a treatise against the leviathan

I changed my political views on facebook today back to Very Liberal. Despite my confusion about my political views, I think this makes the most sense. First, I think Very Liberal just suggests crazy left-wing and I’m probably a little of that. In this country, I think Left just means Subversive and has really nothing to do with the size that you want the government to be. Further, sometimes Left means Socialist. And I think that if I had free domain over my political views on facebook I’d probably be an anarcho-syndicalist. Which means I think that people should live together and share our resources and work together for the good of the whole. This means that I’m basically still a socialist. Since I’ve now met my second or third intelligent anarchist I feel comfortable speaking of my love for anarchy. Although I still think it’s probably unrealistic, large-scale. That I’m too much of a hypocrite for it, small-scale. And I’m as-of-late unsure if I even believe that I would have a mac if I didn’t have a government to subsidize computers when they were first starting out.

Sometimes I miss you

I’ll write this poem in the style
of your choosing because
I know you are familiar with it,
the way the words spill out
and the lines break like they’re
supposed to break that way
I guess it’s just always open letter
and you get so many open letters
these days.

from these girls you want to hold your heart
and i remember being one of them
it’s odd, being here without you
i guess a piece of me
always expected you
to be the first person to make me spend
an extended period of time here
but then, that part of me was incorrect
inconcievably incorrect
and so here i am with some new boy
who always meant more than you
in the back of my mind, he was always
who i was waiting for.

i wanted him to say the words
and make me feel like if i was with him
then i would just be his whole world
and now i am that, and i find it fulfilling
but you, well, this poem was meant
to convince you to be my friend again
and i realize that i’m doing a shitty job
practically talking myself out of the whole idea
so i’ll just put it mildly.

here’s the deal:
i’m often caught between my feelings for you
and my feelings for you then
sometimes i think i loved you
and that love was never reciprocated
sometimes i think love was just a word
a word that sounded like the starting gun
for some long, long footrace
but then, we never said it
until the finish line.

so what is love,
in the context of you and i?
we both fucked it up so well
and then the truth is that i fucking miss you
but i don’t miss fucking you
and if i had it to go back and redo
the night i asked you
“do you want it to happen again?”
i’d take it back and say
“so that night was fun,
let’s just be friends”
and maybe then you’d say okay.

it turns out i hate the alternative.

i want few things more
than i want you to call
and ask me how i am
and pretend that we never loved each other
to say hello
like there was never an iloveyou
at the end of the line.
i want to erase those moments:

that time on the bus when you said i love you unprompted
that time in yr bed when you confessed to yr infidelities
that time in yr room when i decided to stay despite thinking i should pack up and go.

i’m sorry.

i know you as well as i know me
when it comes to the fucked up
things we do to each other
and when it comes right down to it
i think we were better off as friends.
and i think i love you.
but in the worst way.
i love you in the past tense now.

Awakening

I woke up today feeling stragely not sick, even though waking up feeling sick has been the norm for the last five days. I dreamt about going to Chicago. I dreamt about the public library being half-grocer half-library. What a brilliant idea! I woke feeling like I should live outside of the circumstances of my current life for the summer, I’m not sure what this means, but getting out of town for a while seems like a lot of fun, potentially.

Are you kidding?

So I figured I’d check Spring/Summer fashions on Old Navy’s website because Im into that sort of thing (trying to pretend to be a fashionista). So I go there. And Baby doll dresses are making a return. What the fuck? I understand that things of the eighties got trendy recently but do we have to move into the mid 90s so soon? Please, please no.

Oh no!

I wish I were more fucking responsible with money. Agh. The only thing I have going for me is all the checks I have yet to cash and my tax refund which will hopefully be awesome.

Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.