Intrigued: a thought explosion.

You know when you meet a person and they really intrigue you? Like, you have no idea how you feel about them, apart from that they are interesting?

Tonight I met a guy at youth group who was not really the youth group type. He came with one of my friends, arguably also not the typical youth group type. I met him once before, a brief encounter years ago, but nothing worth remembering.

So, everybody got to youth group, they put us in cars and we zipped off to the mall to do 'random acts of kindness' (though no one took into account that the mall on a Wednesday night in February is deserted.) We were put into groups, and I ended up with Allan and this guy, who I will call WGB (White Gangster Boy).

In the hour and some that the three of us hung out at the mall, I discovered the following about WGB:

• He dresses like the stereotypical gangster kid, the type that old ladies throw death stares. 
• He was fully aware of above statement.
• He has watched Doctor Who.
• He stole an apple from the grocery store, as we stood there with him.
• He is currently suspended from school for 'a stupid reason.'
• He proposed to a girl last year because he believed he loved her.
• He hates menthol cigarettes because his parents and sister smoke them.
• He dislikes his school because the people aren't interesting.
• He doesn't smoke weed during school. 
• He hangs out with a lot of douche bags. 
• He does a lot of 'ass kicking.'
• He likes being in relationships.
• He loves the Hunger Games.
• He seems completely at ease with his delinquency. 
• He manages to still pull off the convincing appearance of being a nice guy. 
• He wants to be a nice guy, even if he has bad habits.
  
• He has an incredibly amount of honesty and sincerity about him. 

I was so conflicted as to what to think. Despite me and my clean cut self, I felt strangely comfortable around him. The only concluding idea I have about him is 'intrigued.'
Love,
-J-

More or less a self inflicted intervention.

 I'm giving up procrastination for Lent. My future in IB French depends upon it. Basically, no/very little Tumblr or blogging until homework is sufficiently completed. Why has my life come to this point?

Why yes, Eleven, I am dealing with it. By using Lent as an intervention to fight the overwhelming urge to open a Tumblr tab, with it's endless scrolling and ability to turn hours into minutes. Anybody giving up anything for Lent?
Love,
-J-

Inspired awkward webcam pic Sunday (IAWPS) #2

So, incase I decide to make this a thing:

You're welcome for that picture of Nyan Scar (stolen off tumblr, naturally.)
Love,
-J-

Febuary is dreadful.

I'm staying home from school today and I'm not sick. Now, you may be thinking, What badassery is this?

Essentially, I have something due for my (terrifying) English teacher that I have yet to complete, and am unsure if I could complete before D block.

Another thing is that I have to read 18 chapters of Great Expectations. Considering that I started reading that book in October and have yet to finish it, it seems like it will never go away. It will haunt me in my old age. I'm currently on chapter 42 and apparently it begins to pick up around chapter 47.Yeah. I hate whoever paid Dickens by word. 

Also, this entire week has been an increasingly awkward experience. I mean, the sex talk at youth group on Wednesday was a breeze compared to the other social interactions I've had this week.When you launch off a week with wallowing in your inevitable end as a cat lady, you'd think it would go uphill from there but this week proved me wrong.

There was that lady yesterday who did a presentation on career planning, or rather, "Why you should give up on your hopes and dreams now as opposed to later." My hopes and dreams blew away in the wind:

 Through this presentation, my classmates and I came to some conclusions:

• IB is a lot more pain than the actual benefits in the real world are worth.
• Aiming low is key. If you aim to stave for the rest of your life, your dreams have a lot of potential to go uphill.  
• Apparently joining the reserves is the key to all that is good. 

The only good thing this week was the coffee house last night. Everybody who played was quite fantastic, everything from satire reggae to a duet from Les Mis and everything in between. Adorable, eccentric musicians were adorable and eccentric.

So basically, today I didn't want to face the world so I stayed in bed for an extra hour and would rather interact with homework than people. I shall now resort to the healing powers of herbal tea, Coldplay and perhaps Netflix while I do homework.
Love,
-J-

(P.S.- here is a good Coldplay playlist on 8tracks.)