st..st..stretched.

Ahh the adventures of a girl in love with piercings and her over protective parents.

my best friend katie and I bought some very thick earings and attempted to shove them through our ears. Course im a baby and couldnt get the earing in, so im doing it the right way. Starting with a simple 16 gage. The top photo is the earing that I almost got in, the bottom two are my 16 gage. 

Today isnt just xmas eve but its also my dads birthday. We bought him and ipod and i put all of his favorite bands on it, it was really cute watching him attempting to scroll. Ah how the times are changing.

well happy  ho ho and such

- Jill

the things i wish people would read

 it seems in the moments of pure emotion that he goes to facebook

he makes notes explaing all of his inner emotions and personal dramas.

he used to text me for a small miniute i was the one he talked to.

i dont think what hes doing is better at all.

why are you putting such personal matters on something so public like an facebook profile?

i want to be with you, but i didnt want you to hurt her like that.

well i hurt him

you hurt her

but you hurt me

because in an small second i had a chance

but thats gone now too your in some other realtionship

will i soon be in your facebook notes too?

will you so easily discuss our moments of complete closeness by typing it up?

im not much better

but hey

who even reads this blog?

 -Jill

Winter Wonderland.

 There are plenty of questions that you could have asked me yesterday.

1. Why are you in your pajamas with wet hair in a foot and an half of snow, shoveling your driveway at 10.00?

To that question id simply respond with another question "Have you ever made your mother so mad during one game of monopoly that she went for an hour long walk in the snow? and left you and your father sitting all alone at the dinning room table?"

I had this whole theory drawn up as i was shoveling the driveway about how snow is really everyones scape goat. People would have no trouble getting to your place if they really wanted to, but they dont want to. So they blame the snow, the snow and I are the meg griffins of life. We are the reason you couldnt go somewhere or coudnt do something. Pour salt on us and walk away.

The whole conculison of this theroy was brought to me by an depressing indie movie and the undying feeling of...of... .

(sigh)...*glances around for attention*....(louder sigh)

- Jill

Druken Lullabies

Ahh another open house at the hollett household yip-ee.

It involves alot of people i hardley know, druken adults and gross dips.

on the plus side, with loose irish parents ive had quite alot to drink. ( high five for being able to type ) Its not interally my fault. no one here is my age, so forgive me for entertaining myself with various alchoalic beverages. There has been martinnis, spicked punch. rum and apple cider and alot of things that just sorta happend in my hand. Oh well.

Why is it that people only state their nationalitys when they are using them as exsuces?

when people see with me and a drink in hand my father chuckles and says "were irish!"

yes...so?

thats like saying "Jill you did'nt eat your rice!", "im white!"

okay well my brain is fuzzy and warm so i think its time for an nap

 - Jill

Lets do the time warpe again

Found this picture when i was going through some of the pictures and files on my old computer

This is me in grade four. I find this extremely unsettling that i am in grade four looking like that. For a while i wanted to be a model, but gave up once i picked up my guitar. Its makes me wonder though.. why in the world was this taken?                                                                        

    Now:

 Now i prefer the ammature webcam shots.

 

Cellphone

Dear Cellphone:

I realize we have had our ups and downs. I realize that i sometimes neglect you and dont use you to your full enternet capibilitys. But heres the thing LG chocolate flip samsung ( can i call you sam? )

I miss you, I long for you and I need you 

please. ive searched everywhere. Come home!

missing you terribly.

CALL ME

- Jill

            I am 

                      an....

 

                                 

             Ginormous  Tool.

      

 

Real Blog This time, Seriously, This is For realz

Alright...

now that my belly button fiasco is over with... I have another slightly troubling thing to talk about

I live in a neighbourhood which features some pretty close together houses. So when i look out of my bedroom window i can see into my neighbors kitchen, and when im lying in my bed i can see into the house beside my neighbours, upstaris bedroom. So as i am now snuggled up in my bed i happened to look out my window. In my window there is a man in a blue dress shirt on the phone starring at me.

This has been going on for twenty mintutes now. I keep glancing out and he is still there. The house is far enough away that he is about two inchs tall but it doesnt make it any less creepy.

I am off to find some bincoculars, look out Mr. Blue dress shirt man. The Tables are about to be turned.

- Jill 

Erk

So it seems that ive forgotten my old blogger account so here i am creating another one.

I got my navel pierced three months ago and got it into my head that i should change the barbell. My friend katie bought me a slightly larger one in a metallic blue and i deicded to put it in last night. But im not sure if its too large..or just a bad ring because my navel has become puss filled and bloody and red. Just my luck ive left the other barbell at that same katie's house. Shes on her way home and my mother claims she will stop by katies on her way home.

I just found out that the same guy who pierced my bellybutton has an blogger account. Hopefully i can contact him for some advice.

yikes

wish me luck

Jill