Comment here and I will give you a letter, then you must also list 10 things you love beginning with that letter.

Images under cut.

( 10 things I love beginning with the letter V, thanks to elterriblefizzy )

So from Friday to today, the only four things I've watched are Torchwood, the new episode of Project Runway, the Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson, and a random episode of Arthur. LULZ.

But the majority has been TORCHWOOD, LOOK AT MY SHINY TEETH.
I downloaded the first season and most of the second, and watched all through the series two premiere, and am now on 02x02, but can't watch it now because it's on my external, which is at my dad's. Depressing. Can I just say, why the fuck did I not watch this show sooner? It's fucking Brill!

And HOMG. Yantoe. Ianto. Gareth David-Lloyd. O.m.g. He's fucking adorable. Nggggghhhhhh. I would tap that in a second, lulz. Which means that tomorrow and Monday when I'm at dad's, I need to make some screencaps and make some amazing Torchwood icons. Can I totally just admit now that I'm a total Janto shipper, even though months ago I would have never even thought it because of Nicky who was all, "OMG. MY FANDOM DOESN'T NEED PHOTOSHOP. JACK AND IANTOOOOOOO ARE SO IN LUVZZZZ." But forgetting about that slag, it's sooo good. And I'm so glad that there's amazing fic in that fandom I can read.

And because of all this Torchwood loving, I've been drinking a whole lot of tea and coffee. Which isn't exactly good but oh wells. That whole batch of cookie dough I ate last week wasn't exactly good for me either. *slurps coffee*

PLUS. I watched the Late Late Show last night because Craig Ferguson = hilarious, and OMG. EDDIE FLIPPING IZZARD WAS ON. Guh. He was so hilarious that I ended up waking up mom by laughing so hard.

And in other TV news: Michael Ian Black and Michael Showalter are doing a new pilot for Comedy Central - THANK GOD. Those two are so amazingly hilarious apart and together in Stella they were amazing. Plus, with slash goggles firmly in place, it's so obvious. And in less than an hour a new epi of Reality Bites Back is on, and I'll be honest, I only started watching because MIB was hosting, but I stayed for the lulz. It's hilarious. I'm just so excited that Sho and Black will be back on comedy central regularly again, the channel's full of crap except for Colbert and the Daily Show. I still believe it was a horribly mistake for them not to renew Stella.

Went shopping at Walmart and they had Camis for $5 so I bought a few and a pair of plaid bermudas. I finally have a matching pink cami to go with my pink hoodie from AE.

Oh! And I got my dorming info. I'm in Fal 315. I was hoping for Fal instead of Rob, because Rob's haunted, plus Falconio is a much cooler name than Robinson. Third floor bby.

I'm off to find some more Janto ficccc.
♥♥♥

Icons I've had saved on my hard drive since December.

85 multi-fandom icons.

Rules:

1.) Must comment with number(s) that you're taking
2.) Must credit me, [insane-pyro-grl] in the icon info.
3.) Textless icons are NOT bases.

Fandoms:

[001 - 039] The Mighty Boosh
[040 - 055] Nevermind the Buzzcocks
[057 - 071] Ville Valo of HIM
[072 - 085] The IT Crowd

Preview:



( more icons under here )

There's been a few ups and downs in my life the past week or so. So here's a listy, although no one cares.

+ My grad party was last Saturday.
+ I got $336 bucks in presents from my rich family members.
- Only one of my friends showed up.
+ That friend was Susice. You know, that boy I liked for like forever.
- I ran through a game of beanbag toss that was going on to tackle him in a hug and almost got hit in the head.
+ We talked about nerdy stuff like who's eviller: Voldemort or Darth Vader. Answer: Voldemort. Vader was good as a child. Oh and of course we talked about pokemon, and I revealed my geeky secret. *takes out keys* You see this key? This is the key to my pokemon cards. Him: That is sad. Lulz.
+ We had a fun time playing everyone's favorite game: Spot the Pizza Man. [mom's bf]
- Pizza Man got in a fight with my uncle and yelled "Blow me!" in front of my two, six, nine, and eleven year old cousins. He basically ruined my party.
+ Mommy finally got a job at the hospital.
- Mommy was diagnosed with Diverticulitis.
- Mommy has a thyroid problem that they need to diagnose with a sonogram.
- Mommy twisted her ankle.
+ I found out my dorm.
- I'm either in Robinson or Falconio. On the other side of campus from everything, except for the gym.
+ Rob / Fal is right next to the Richter Center - so I can work out at two in the morning, and being to lose weight.
- Bona's trying to tell me that I still owe them six hundred dollars.
- Which means telling dad and Gail I need more money.
- I've been without photoshop for three months, and my cousin keeps telling me he'll send me the program, but he hasn't.
+ I'm downloading a cracked version of CS2 right now.
+ I downloaded series 19 and 20 of Buzzcocks for enjoyment.
- I forgot to set the DVR to record Doctor Who on Friday.
+ I downloaded it.
+ I'm glad I watched it at two in the morning in my room by myself - I cried like a three year old lost in the middle of the mall.
- RTD is made of douchebaggery and fail for doing that to Donna. Ten should've just stabbed her in the heart with the sonic screwdriver or thrown her out of the Tardis mid-flight. It would've been better than her going back to her old ways. Am I the only one who thought after the memories were gone that she was a total idiot?
- My Torchwood download of series one stopped at 51% and wont continue. Ugh.

I think that's it.
44 Minutes until Photoshop's done. Yay.

I was tagged by the lovely blueandbrady

Write three facts, two quirks, and two habits about you, then tag 8 people to do it too.

Fact: I am absolutely in love with British comedy. Just about every British comedy I've watched - I loved. I'm planning on moving to London one day.

Fact: I love shopping, and love having money to shop. Like yesterday I dropped $50 at American Eagle on a hoodie and a cami, but it was so worth it because I felt like a skinny kid.

Fact: I need music to survive. If I'm not listening to music, and there's silence, I freak out. I don't care what music it is, as long as there's something.

Quirk: I need someone to hold my hand when I go down an escalator, because I'm still getting over my fear.

Quirk: I go in my fridge, looking for something to eat, and have to say aloud, "No, I'm not hungry." so I don't eat again.

Habit: I check my F-list every time I'm done looking at something online.

Habit: I tell myself that I'm going to do something, and then end up forgetting about it for like 3 hours, and then have to remember to do it.

I tag:
Anyone. I really don't care who.

I had orientation on Thursday and Friday. It was pretty good. Met this really nice girl named Shannon who is also a J/MC major and loves badminton. To say the least, we hit it off. Met a few other girls who were nice, played pool with them. It was good over all. I can't wait till I get to go back. It's gonna be great.

Yesterday I went to Barnes and Noble to return my copy of Left to Tell, because I got a free one at orientation. So I totally bought Michael Ian Black's new book, 'My Custom Van' and holy crap it's amazing. Then I went to Best Buy. I fucking hate Best Buy now. I wanted one thing, Stella on DVD, and of course, they don't have it. So, of course, dad started yelling, "STELLLAAAAAAAAAAAA" like in Streetcar Named Desire in the middle of Best Buy. Whatever. So I was going to order it online, because I have a $25 gift card from Christmas, and of fucking course, it comes to $25.90. Fuck. And dad wont let me use his card for a whopping ninety cents. Bastard.

Today I got up at 2, took a shower and headed out to KK's party. It was a lot of fun. Matty was miserable because he just got his wisdom teeth out and he looks like a chipmunk. Most hilarious part - he's on vicodin for the pain, so I kept calling him House. LOL. Trav, Matt and I all left at the same time, and Trav gave me a ride home, but first we went down to Olcott and went to the Pirate's Festival, which was disappointing because it was like three stands. A couple of years ago it was a big deal and everyone went and it was humongous, but now it's just ridiculous.

That's about it. Now I'm just seeing if my torrents of Stella will ever finish.
And I really need to get Photoshop on my laptop because I'm dying without it.

♥♥♥
Jordan.

So I finally managed to get internet onto my still unnamed Laptop.
All I had to do was steal the DSL cord from the desktop and plug it in, install the drivers from the Verizon disk, and voila, intarwebz ahoy!

But all I have is cunty Internet Explorer, because it's ghey and will not let me download the loveliness that is Firefox. Plus for some reason it wont let me save pictures. Goddammit. So I try to open the internet options - DENIED. WTF.
Someone, help, plz. If not, I'm just going to have to manually install Firefox by saving it to my flash drive and then bringing it over to the laptop. That's probably what I should do.

Now the only thing I'm missing is Photoshop, which I have to save the Adobe folder onto my external, and then copy it over to the program files. Weird, but it works.

So, for the past three days that's all I've been listening to is A*teens. Weird, I fucking know. But I just can't stop.

Saturday, dad basically woke me up at 8 in the morning, and threw me in the car for four hours - saying that we were going down to Bonaventure to see how long it would take to get there. HOMG. The campus is absolutely fucking beautiful. The Italian style buildings and all the trees and omg. it's marvelous. I can't wait till Orientation on Thursday, to be able to explore the whole campus. It's going to be amazing. Plus, Olean > Lockport. In the span of like a square quarter mile, it has a walmart, old navy, fashion bug, maurice's, movie theatre, tops, kmart, and like a bajillion restaurants I didn't even knew were still open: Ponderosa, Perkins? SERIOUSLY FTW. Plus five chinese restaurants. Amazing. It's like a twenty minute walk from campus, but that's not bad. I can go shoppingggg. Plus this year I'm saving up all my money ($400 a month from child support, plus I'm getting a job) to get a car. But I'm sure I'll make a friend on campus that has a car, so it'll be all good.

I just can't wait to get back there. Thursday and Friday's orientation is going to be amazing. It's about time something's going right. Especially since that's all my friends talk about is fucking anime, which I don't watch anymore, so I sit in the corner for four hours, feeling like an idiot. Yeah. Fun. Plus they're all planning road trips to each other's colleges, and they forget about me at Bonaventure. Whatever. Fuck off. Get in line for the fail boat, now docking.

I'm out for now.

<3 Jordan

All right, let’s try this again. Start this whole recap of prom and graduation on a good note, and end it on an amazing note, shall we. Especially since everything is all even Stephen back in the world of Jordan.

Prom was, in one word, amazing. I was completely wrong, as always. And except for one minor altercation of almost kicking Ryan in the balls and then throwing water on Carlos, who’ve been assfaces to me all year, it was good.

The food was yummy, and I stuffed my face full of shrimp, fruit, and desserts, in between my bouts of dancing. I danced with a bunch of people – the most hilarious dancing to ‘Shout!’ and ‘Shake It’ by basically having to teach Matt how to dance. I was only there for like ten minutes when I saw Derik, hugged him, and then he dragged me to the dance floor, the first of a bunch of times we’d dance.

I hung out with a bunch of different groups, as I always do, but mostly hung out with Matt and Sam until like the very six songs, which I danced and sang to with Derik. The whole ballroom sang along to Foreigner’s ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ and Skynard’s ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ plus others. Slow danced with Matt 8th grade dinner dance style with the hands on the shoulders, lulz, and then slow danced with Derik. Fun fun.

The only bad thing was Ryan and Carlos being assholes by attempting to basically rape me, so to stop them, I threw water on them, which was Matt’s lulzy idea. Then like a half hour after that a bunch of people kept coming up to me to give me a high five for basically teaching Carlos, whom everyone hates, a lesson.

Friday was hectic and drama filled, but let’s not get into that.

Saturday was graduation. And it looked like rain. Until it got all sunny as we were heading to Artpark. Got there and hung out with Vax and Mary Rachel and Trav and a few others before we talked to Niparts who told us that we weren’t getting ready yet because the programs hadn’t arrived yet. So after the programs arrived, we got into our lines and I talked to Jaime, John, George, Scott, and a bunch of others before we walked down the bajillions of stairs to head to the stage. Oh and I had the worst seat ever on stage. Last seat in the first row, right next to Niparts’s podium, so I was seen on LCTV like 3947603 times. Oh lovely. I walked across the stage without tripping, whew, and then sat back down after seeing lovely Tyler back stage who gave me a huge hug.

Longest ceremony ever.
Seriously, I was yawning during all the speeches, and then after I graduated is was boring. Watching 370 kids graduate is not my idea of fun. I was ready to die because of the 85 degree weather and ugh.

After graduation I headed out into the hot ass weather and talked to Matt for like three seconds, then talked to Trav for like five minutes, talked to Susice and got a hug before he said “Have a nice life!” and ran away. Then I told dad that I wanted an ice cap from Timmy Hoes, so he bought me one, before we came back to dad’s house and I got my laptop and printer. Plyaed around on my laptop for a few hours before mom picked me up and then I got $50 from them, and my free House “Thank Hugh!” button from NBC came in. Hell yes. Plus mom bought cream puffs. Yummy.

Pretty close to a great weekend. Especially since yesterday I went to Red Lobster for dinner and then the Barnes and Noble so I could buy a book for school.

Oh and did I mention that I’m typing this on my brand new Dell Inspiron 1525 while I sit in the living room? Hell yes. Except for my neighbors are evil and have their wifi password locked, so I can’t get online. Oh well.

All right I’m out.

<3 Jordan.


OH! And pictures of my prom and Graduation will be found on my Myspace and Facebook underneath the Prom / Graduation 08 folder. Comments = much appreciated.

Myspace.com/jade_higurashi

Lol I hate my myspace address.

Prom was amazing. Food was great. There was one minor altercation of me throwing water on Carlos because he was basically trying to rape me, but otherwise it was great. Danced with Matt a couple of times. Danced with Derik for a bunch of songs, including the last five while we sang at the top of our lungs to Foreigner's "Don't Stop Believing" and Skynard's "Sweet Home Alabama." It was great.

Until basically my ex-friends had to ruin everything today by basically calling me out and saying that I was cunt for hanging out with one of my best friends that's like a brother to me. bUt you know what, whatever. Two months and I'll never see them again. They barely talk to me as it is, so so much for best friends forever.

I had this big spiel written out on some paper last night when I got home about how prom was and everything, but it's basically been ruined. I don't even want to look at the 30-odd pictures I took. So thanks for ruining one of the best nights of my life.

Whatever. I'm used to having zero friends and doing nothing during the summer. Which means I'll be a writing fiend this next couple of months. Which I don't mind, because I'll need a hobby after I get my laptop on Sunday. Yeah, I'm getting a laptop for graduation. I'm not supposed to know about it, but I found the receipt.

It's offical. My clock says 12.49 in the AM. Which means today I'll graduate from Drama Llama High in a few hours. I'll graduate with Honors and Distinction as I sit on stage, sweating my ass off with my extra cowl, medal, and ropes on.


I'm out.
Jordan.

One hour until it's exactly one week until graduation.
Five days until prom.

I re-tried on my dress this afternoon, and it fits better than it did when I frist bought it. I guess eating less has actually worked. Not to mention my jeans are looser in the ass, and I move to a smaller belt notch. I still need to figure out how I'm doing my hair, so that's my focus for Tuesday / Wednesday. Make-up's going to be relatively simple, with some black eyeliner, and I might buy some silver shimmer eyeshadow, but I'm not sure yet, and I need to pick up some new lip gloss, because all of my millions of lip glosses are old.

I'm mostly nervous about prom, because I'm afraid since I'm the only one of my friends without a date, that I'm going to be that girl sitting in the corner by herself with no one to dance with. I'm just so afraid that it's going to go horribly. Fuck. I don't want it to turn out like te last dance I went to, which was Holly Hop back in my freshman year. Ugh.

Anyway. Saturday's graduation and then Sunday dad and Gail are taking me to Red Lobster for dinner, and then I'm getting my graduation present. *cough*AndIKindOfAlreadyKnowWhatItIs,BecauseIFoundTheBestBuyReceipt.*cough*
I love it because I get teh same thing everytime I go to Red Lobster. Lulz. Raspberry Lemonade, The Ultimate Feast with a baked potato and caesar salad and one of those cheddar biscuits which are a-fucking-mazing.

Oh. And I love living where I live. Because I totally get Canadian stations, CBC and another one which I forget. But anyway, on CBC there was this new reality show which was called, "How do you solve a problem like Maria?" and it involved finding the new lead for the Sound of Music Musical up in Canada. And who was a judge? LOL JOHN FUCKING BARROWMAN. I saw, laughed, and insisted that I had to watch it while mom called me insane for wanting to watch it simply because of LULZ factor. Barrowman was hilarious as the acting coach and like just Lulzed up the whole show by hitting on all of the girls even though he's gay, and then did jazz hands at every opportunity imaginable. Oh Canada, I love you.

Is it bad that I know the whole Canadian national anthem, and not the US's? My step-mom insists that it makes me a bad American. XD

That's all for now.
<3 Jordan.

I'm offically done with Lockport High School as I know it. Thursday was my last official day, and this morning I had my pre-calc final exam to top it all off.

To basically sum up Thursday in a nutshell: 1000 crickets were dropped in the boys's bathroom in the language wing; Nicky got caught playing music over the PA system in between classes; alarm clocks went off in lockers at 10 am; three guys wore short shorts, afros, and sunglasses whilst rollerblading through the halls and made one of the principals wipe out; waterballoons were tossed at people walking out until the cops came; oh, and did I mention that I hung out the windows yelling at Derik while he wrote random stuff on people's cars? Those were just the pranks.

I hugged just about eveyone, more than once, got bitchslapped by a whore, told Officer Snaith that I was Harry Potter because I knew how to get around the filters and get onto Myspace, and played Chess in the middle of pre-calc while eating tropical skittles. Plus I skipped half of PE to hang out with Derik, talked in the library all 7th period to Travis, and got asked a million times about our pink Niparts t-shirts.

This morning was pretty rad too. Dad picked me up at like 7:20, got to school around 7:25, and saw Derik walk in at 7:30. That's when the lulz began. Now, our exam started at 8, and you're supposed to be there at 7:45, and not walk in at 8. Derik walks in at 7:30, and then we find a spot on the floor so he can eat the sandwich he got at Dunkin Donuts. He eats three bites, hates it, throws it out and decides that we're running to Panera so he can get a new one. We've got twenty minutes to get back. He drives us over to Panera so eh can get his sandwich, and before we know it, we're walking into teh old gym at exactly 8AM on the dot, 150 kids watching us walk in late to the exam. Lulzz. The exam was simple, and I was done in 20 minutes, but then had to sit there for an hour because of regulations or some bullshit. Mom picked me up, I went home, had strawberry waffles and then took a four hour nap after Colbert.

All there's left to do is pick up my Cap and Gown on the 25th, go to Grad rehersal on the 26th, prom the 26th, then graduate on the 28th. Insane.



Oh. And if you're super cool, you'd send me lovely emails to my brand spanking new college e-mail address.
Drop me a random line, as long as it's not stupid chain letters.

orbankjm@sbu.edu

Twelve more school days until the end of my high school career.
Thank God, because I can't take much more of it.

Although good news, I won a common scholarship / senior award. So June 5th I go to Senior Awards Night all dressed up and get another scholarship. Lulz, my Grandma's going to have a coronary, since I'm the only one of her 24 grandchildren to actually do something with their education.

I'm totally set for going to college. All that's really left to do is get my medical forms all set up, fill out my housing stuff [when it eventually comes in the mail in the next few days], go to orientation, and then pack to move in on August 21st. My first year's already going to be paid for, since I'm basically forcing my dad to take a loan out on his 401k. Lulzzzzz. He's already bitching about how much I've cost him, and he hasn't even taken out the money yet.

Summer's going to fly by. Senior Skip Day: June 6th. Last day of school: June 12th. Precalc final: June 13th. Graduation Rehersal: June 26th. Prom: June 26th. Graduation: June 28th. Sam's Grad Party: July 12th. Orientation: July 17th - 18th. My Grad Party: July 26th. Move-in Date: August 21st. Classes Start: August 25th. All the days in between: Sleep.

I cannot wait. The next chapter in my life is just beginning.

♥♥♥
Jordan.Marie.

He said no.

That's it on the subject. I don't need to go into detail, because I'll just end up crying again.
Oh wait, too late.

I'm not sure I believe in love anymore.

If I could pick a perfect day from my life, this would be one of them.
It's been the best day I've had in forever. Possibly the best day of 2008, thus far.

It started off with a cool, sunny morning. I woke up, got dressed, put my hair up in adorable pig tails, and headed out the door, one of the best songs blasting through my ears. Despite the bus being late, it didn't matter, this was the start of something amazing. I wore my sweet Talent Show shirt with my 'ATM Orbank' on the back. Because my last name is Orbank... get it? Do you want to go to an ATM or bank! HAHAHAHAHA. Anyway.

I completely HANDLED my Precalc review assignment and quiz. I got all stuff printed out for my speech in Tucker's class. I finished my English work in Economics, and then HANDLED on my AP vocab quiz like whoa. We had pizza and I got a complete sugar rush from a cherry Coke in Applied Communications. We sold a bunch of tickets for tonight's talent show [more on that in a bit] in lunch, and then I did nothing in PIG, before having a laugh fest of "TIME OUT.... TIME IN" in PE.

Went home, started up my babies, and then checked the mail. All of it was for me. Sweet. My deposit receipt from Bonnies, a senior announcements letter from school... and then one more letter from Bonnies. A notice from the Jandoli School of Mass Communication and Journalism saying that because I'm a-fucking-mazing... I won a $1000 scholarship. HANDLE.

Went to dad's. Ate a sandwich, and then it was back to school for the talent show. I got there, and was told I'd be handing out programs, but it was a BLAST. We made it into a competition, and I made a new friend named Justin, who was basically my teammate in the whole affair. We totally won the competition by handing out a bunch of programs to anyone who walked in the door. And who walked in while I was working [handling] the door? Q-Bert. Oh yeah.

Then the talent show started and I sat with Sam and CJ and had an amazing time. The first act was superb. An hour went by, and then intermission was called. I hung out with Justin, and then talked to Q-Bert, who got a little jealous and asked who Justin was. Ohh SNAP.

And then.
And then.
I gathered up everything I had.
Heart pounding.
Pulse racing.
Face going red with every little syllable.
And asked him.

"Are you going to prom?"
"Why? Are you asking me? AWWWWWWWW!" It was adorable. I almost cried.
"So, do you want to go to prom with me?"
"I'll think about it." He smiled the whole time.
"Just get back to me, okay?"
"Kay."
"Pinky swear?"
"Pinky swear."
And we pinky swore.

And then Justin attempted to help me find Sam with no such luck.
Because she was in the Aud telling Q-Bert that he should go to prom with me.
And then she ran because she thought I was angry.
And then I said that she was five minutes too late because I'd already asked.

The second act was even more amazing. They announced the winners, and then Sam and I headed over to Emily's to see how she was doing. So I told her the news. And she "AWWWWWW"-ed like WHOA.

Then I came back here, to dad's. Where I'm now eating pizza. And even just thinking about tonight has my heart pounding in my chest.

Tomorrow I get up at the crack of dawn for a scholarship interview. <3

On cloud Nine,
Jordan.
♥♥♥♥♥ x infinity.

So yeah. Hi update.

Dad got married to Gail last Saturday [the 12th]. She's already insisting on crap, and they haven't even been married a week now. Most of the time I do side with her though, because dad's still being a dick face. She insists that we're going to be more family oriented with the only extended relatives we have - Uncle Mike and Aunt Pam and their kids. Yeah, dad and I used to go over there every other weekend during the summers when I was like 12, but that was because my cousin Mikey and I were like best friends. Now, he's 15, taller than dad, and barely greeted me on Sunday. Whatever. So I'd rather not go over there now, because I'd be bored as fuck.

Anyway, the reception was all good. The food was a-fucking-mazing. Especially the omelettes and the roasted red potatoes. Ho'snap. The caterer went through 30 pounds of potatoes, and they were gone by the first round of people. Plus the photographer snapped over 250 pics, so we'll be getting those back soon, I guess they're in the raw stage now, and he's gotta photoshop them and all that jazz. I was about to tell Gail to tell him if he would just to photoshop me out, but I knew she would've smacked me.

Yeah. I'm now in search of employment. Fun. I applied at Panera, had two interviews, waited two weeks, and then they said that even though they absolutely loved me, that they're going to have to hold off for now, because they're not hiring for summer employment yet, and they already have someone on for full time. WTF. Bastards. Although they did say I could call back in three weeks and find out if I could get a summer job there. So now I'm applying to Timmy Hoes [Tim Hortons] this week.

Friday I send in my deposit and sign all the papers for college. St Bonaventure University, HERE I COME. Fuck yes. Get me out of Lockport, plzkthnx. This scum hole is getting even worse.

This weekend is mom's birthday, so Sunday we're going over Aunt Cath and Uncle Randy's. Going to have some fun. I guess our plans are to eat pancakes with Boysenberry syrup, watch Death at a Funeral, and act like retards. AMAZING. Srsly. That might not sound like fun, but omg, I have a feeling it's going to be great. Plus how can anything go wrong when you've got Boysenberry syrup and a movie starring Matthew MacFadyen. Fuck yes.

Plus, ho'snap. I was at Aunt Cath's last Sunday, and they have Direct TV, so they have every channel known to man, and for some reason they trusted me with teh remote. I auto searched for BBCAmerica. And what was on? Doctor fucking Who. And who was immediately on my screen after a weird commercial for gardening supplies? Barrowman. LULZZZZ. I couldn't get over teh ghey. I lol'd immensely. And I'm now into a new show. Thank God I can get into Gail's Netflix account, so I can use that instant watch feature to watch the first series of Doctor Who. LULZ NEW SHOW.

That's it . I'm done. Time to write a few things for Chapter 26 of that story I should be writing, and then bed.

G'night my dears.

Oh! And Happy Birthday Fizzy!
Love you m'dear!

All the things I'll never see
All the things I'll never be
All there is that's left for me
Is here in this eternity
Of isolation

The cavalcade, the jamboree
Of life I thought was meant for me
I never dreamed that it would be
Replaced by this eternity
Of isolation.

All the things I'll never see
All the things I'll never be
All my hopes are memory
All there is that's left for me
Is isolation.
- The Mighty Boosh, "Isolation"

Yeah. Not exactly a good day. Not exactly a good week. Not exactly a good month. Not exactly a good year. Not exactly a good life.

I'm fucking sick and tired of "funny" practical jokes. I'm tired of all this bullshit that ends everyday in me almost ripping out their jugulars. I want this year to be over. Now. Tomorrow is not quick enough. I hate how everyone and their sister believes it's hilarious, when it's so clearly not. And I'm tired of how I'm painted as the one who initiated the whole thing. I'm the fucking victim here, and no one can fucking see it.

I'm losing touch with everyone around me. I feel like a burden. Whenever I try to say something, it's ignored. It's just Jordan blabbering on again about something we wont know. 'Slash. Boosh. British something or another. Just another stupid fanfic she's complaining about. Just ignore her, she's complaining about Carlos and Ryan again.' My best friends are pairing off, and I'm the odd one out. Always have been. Always will be. I can't talk to anyone. I don't even feel as if I can trust these people anymore. I can't say a word without feeling like the biggest retard. Hell, a bigger retard than I already know that I am.

We talk about prom and graduation and parties and summer, and I know that I'll the the one sitting in the corner. The one ignored. The one everyone shrugs off. What am I talking about? I'm already there. When everyone's out having fun, I'm sitting in my house. At my usual spot, the computer chair. Trying to forget how my "best friends" are having fun, laughing, smiling, making memories, and I'm on my computer, reading, listening to music, waiting for my life to pass by me in the turning off of a computer monitor. I play it off like I'm fine, Oh you guys had a wonderful weekend together watching movies all night long? Oh that's wonderful. What did I do? I did nothing. Computer. Sleep. Eat. The same three fucking things I do everyday. My life is so monotonous I'm about to scream. Wake up. Dress etc. Bus Stop by 7:10. School. Home. Computer. Maybe a nap. Dinner. Computer. Shower. Sleep. Repeat every weekday from September till June. My weekends are the same, except cut school out of the equation.

I'm fucking sick of everything.
Fuck it all.
Fuck the universe.
Hello loneliness, I'll be your best friend from now until eternity.

*jordan marie orbank.

I went to the Board of Education meeting tonight for PIG. Dragged Sam with me because I didn't want to go by myself, plus I needed a ride and stuff. It was all right. Not too boring, not too exciting. Except where the part where Mr. fucking Zugelder and his fucking swim slores [slutty whores] got a fucking standing ovation by everyone at the board. I wanted to flip him the bird, event though LCTV cameras were there.

Since no one really reads this anyway, I might as well just write everything about that conversation with someone. Using code names just in case anyway. Sam and I were there for about five, ten minutes, if that, and we had to stand outside of the one entrance because of there were about seven billion people there, and only twenty seats. Yeah. So we're standing outside of the one door, hanging out and talking as I read the agenda/itinerary thingy, and I was looking towards the entrance... and he walks in. Q-bert. Now I haven't talked to him, except for a Facebook message, in months, since I saw him at his locker before Public Speaking and said Hi, and before that was my birthday.

I was standing there, hoping he would see me and come over... and that's exactly what he did. He was there for Loser!Quizbowl, and him, Sam, and I talked for a few minutes about random stuff, and how he said he hated driving there, and about his driving and stuff, Sam's comment about "Aww you two are sooo socially inept! Aww!" before he left to find the leader of Quizbowl. He left and I could seriously hear my heart pounding in my chest, my palms were all sweaty and stuff. God, I am such a loser. And Sam is right, I am socially inept. I am a useless failure when it comes to talking to people. Then the meeting started a while later, and Sam went to take a nap in the van, and I was barely in the meeting room, standing on the one end, and he was on the other, and I couldn't help but smile, especially when our eyes met, and then my stomach flip-flopped. Fuck, I'm pathetic. Can't even stand in the same room as the opposite sex without going nuts. Call the psych ward, I'm gonna need a straight jacket.

It's entries like these, when I'm glad no one really reads this crap.

xoxo jordan

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1. You have 50 dollars in your pocket, what do you do with it?
Depends where I am. If I'm at the mall, I'll spend it, but if I'm at home, it goes into the laptop fund

2. What is your most guilty pleasure?
Vam. I don't like what that place has become, but I still write for it.

3. If you could only have one, which one would you have: iPod/MP3 or computer?
Computer

4. What's your favorite food?
Nutella on buttered toast.

5. Where do you see yourself in five years?
Journalism job, living in New York or London, maybe.

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?
Being Loved by someone else.

7. What's your theory on dating?
I don't have one, because I"m 17 and have never been on a date before. -.-

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
Wait it out and flirt like hell.

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?
Dad canceling my fucking eye appointment, so now I'm going to have a massive headache again for the next month, because my father is a cunt face.

10. What do you want most in life?
To be loved and happy.

11. If you could pick between being a good singer or a good dancer, which would you choose?
Neither. I'd rather be a good writer, because while people glimmer out of fame, the words I write will last forever.

12. If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?
Haha, she wouldn't. She knows I'd beat her face in. ♥

13. If you could change anything, would you?
Not having enough courage to say just a few words to someone.

14. What kind of person do you think you are?
I'm amazing to my friends, but if you get on my bad side, expect hell forever.

15. Do you believe in something higher than humankind?
Some days I do, and some days I don't.

16. Which fictional character could you most see yourself marrying?
Howard Moon. We're so much alike it's nuts. Or Jonathan Creek because of the whole magic factor, I've been obsessed with magic since I can remember.

17. Would you give your whole heart in a relationship?
Not only my whole heart, but my whole being.

18. Do you have a motto? If yes which one?
"Give up, it's easier than trying." - me or "A day without laughter is a day wasted" - Charlie Chaplin

19. What type of friends do you like?
Someone who I can laugh with, laugh at, and can laugh at me.

20. Do you have an all-time favorite song?
It's so hard to choose. I think "Yellow Submarine" by The Beatles is a timeless classic that I'll always love.

I am glad to say that dad is finally on board with Bonaventure's. It took Gail saying that paying $4,000 total per year, is not a lot of money for the education I'm going to receive. Dad's MRI and CT scan came back... and they found absolutely nothing. No dead nerve, no broken back/ribs/neck, no vertebrae that are messed up. Nothing. So according to his doctor, he should be fine, despite having electrical shocks run up his spine. Dad, Gail, and I laugh that we should call Dr. House, and that he'd figure it out. "I'd even deal with all of his bullshit, if he could fix me." - Dad. ♥

Three Months and Twenty Days separate me from freedom. 111 Days until I graduate an honors graduate from Lockport High School, walk across that stage and enter a new chapter in my life. Which means there's only 109 days until prom, and even fewer days for me to gather up the courage to ask him to prom.

Recently, I've been on a health kick. Eating less and actually *le gasp* exercising. I rode an hour on the stationary bike we have in my room, because it wont fit anywhere else, and I feel better already. I think I might even go to Fitness Club on Tuesday, to work out, and also so Derik will stop bugging me to go.

A month and six days until Dad's wedding. Yeah, I'm still the best man. Dad's saying I'm a "witness" I'm saying best man. With a vagina. Yeah, that'll work. The three of us went to the church last Sunday to meet with the caterer, who's really nice and all that jazz. I saw the church, and where the reception is going to be, and it seems really nice. Basically, I'm going to have to stand up in front of 60 people, looking like a retard for a half an hour, while waiting for the ceremony to progress. Shoot me in the face. So much for sitting in the pews, watching Boosh inconspicuously.

It's been a long week. Fell asleep in Pre-calc half of the week, forgot two whole words on a vocab test today, wanted to shoot myself in the face in Mass Media, as I presented Sam and I's radio ad, with us speaking in fake British accents, talking about the Boosh. Plus half of the week I felt violated by the school pool, while we did Richard Simmons, as I felt venereal diseases creeping through the water. Today I got called a freak in PIG because I actually knew famous quotes from TV shows and stuff. People in my class has never heard of "Fantasy Island" "Everybody Loves Raymond" or "Welcome Back Kotter". It's called pop culture people, learn it, love it, because we live it.

Cannot wait to sleep in tomorrow. Day off for Superintendent's day. Hell yes. Sleeping in until at least 3, then going to dad's, going grocery shopping to get more Nutella and some more Twinings tea, and then watching the House Season 2 disk that came in on Netflix.
Fuck yes.

xoxo ♥♥
Jordan

So after having my dress for almost three months I finally decided to break out the camera and take a few pics.
And then of course, photoshopped them.
fuck yes.

Under a cut, because this could fracture your monitor from pure uglyness.

( la nuit, cette nuit, en nuit! )