"in neon green, blinking and flashing."

that was clare's explanation of why boys lie to us. clearly, we have signs on our heads that say 'LIE TO ME' or 'BREAK YOUR PROMISES, I DON'T MIND' or 'TRICK ME'. "trick me" is kind of like "kick me", but not as fun. although i'm not sure if being kicked is fun either, seeing as i have never been the owner of my very own "kick me" sign. maybe someday. a girl can dream, right?
i spent my afternoon reading a book about a female journalism in nineteen fifty-seven. it's quite captivating, i must say. it's one of the few books i've enjoyed enough to not read in a one-hour sitting. i've actually been reading it for over four days, and i don't really want it to end. i studied a bit for finals today as well. that wasn't nearly as exciting as my book, but then again, nothing really ever is as exciting as the books i read.
my health final today was nice, and simple. the only part i didn't enjoy was being mocked by my class full of music department kids for finishing my final too quickly. and checking it - twice. the rest of my finals are being held thursday and friday. i'm not particularly pleased by the concept of taking a one-hundred-question advanced algebra final, but i suppose i have to anyway. my other option would be to fail the class, and that doesn't sound very pleasant.
seniors are graduating sunday, which is very exciting. my little brother will graduate from middle school on monday. two graduations, two days. i have an exciting life ahead of me.

back to where i should be, reading my book.

last day of journalism. sadness.

so, i'm sitting here in journalism, while tav and megan podcast away. they're just reading horoscopes. i'm listening since i just finished the weather and chit chatting with tav. it was nice.
jake just stole my pen. he's done with his clip file. i am not. i have not yet begun to introduce my clips for my clip file, and i haven't finished writing my cover letter either. it's sad.
somehow, journalism has made me simultaneously incredibly productive, and immensely lazy. i worry about that. but whatever.
megan is mocking me. this font is too large. oh my. and we are still podcasting as we type. megan's reading in french. dan and jake are doing nothing.


anyways. i love journalism. i'm going to miss journalism.
<3

this post is entitled, "NO"

NO NO NO NO NO.
how many times can i say no?

NO.

i cant even tell you how many times i'd like to say no. no no no no no. underlined. how do you underline something with your voice? NO.

no no no . i said nooo. never. ever ever ever. in a million years. no no no no no. tav says no. i say no. megan says no. NO.

A note from Tav

So this is Tav on Jess's blog obviously.
Who else would be on her fucking blog?

So basically, I just wanted to let the world know how glorious we truly are. As a team, Megan, Jess and I are UNSTOPPABLE. like fershizzle, you can't stop us. we're simply irrestible<3

Today, we busted out 13 and a half minutes of our new podcast, the JOBPOD.
it was insane and outrageously gewd. Greene loves us!

I LOVE BLOGGING. ESPECIALLY WITH JESS AND MEGAN<3333
i don't practice santeria... i ain't got no crystal ball, i had a million dollars but i, i spent it all! :O welcome to podlicious......

i always open up the pods and i sound like PODDER. jess said i'm an open legged woman..
hahahhaha megan asked why our voices are messed up..
but they're not, that's how they always sound. THANKS MEGAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hahahahhahahahhahahahahhahahaha oh my god this is so funny.
we really didn't do anything on purpose. i always sound like an idiot..
i don't really know why this is news to megan. i can't believe you asked that megan..
wow. that was pretty low... thanks bud. at least we SHOWED UP TO CLASS.
jeeez. louise. this is so pointless.
what friends jess?

awww **** and *****. Those kids are your friends? ***** is quite the sketch.
yeah. no not good. no.
no.nnonononon. i can't blog this.....
well i just did beyotches.
hiii greeeenenenenenennenenenenenenenene.
hi.


okaybye.
this has been a blog well spent, now it's time for the seventh inning stretch.