What sets Jessica Katz apart from the rest of the population?

(This list was compiled by a licensed psychologist in order to diagnose the patient and is for medical purposes only)

Does not seem to have "socially acceptable" hygienic habits including:

• infrequent bathing
• large tangles in back of head with no desire to comb out
• dirt under the fingernails
• often wearing the same clothes for days on end without removal
• frequent disease

Strong desire to go to areas not within feasible distance

Must constantly be around people for fear of loneliness

Excessive room messiness

Extreme indecisiveness

States feeling "weirder" than most people she has come into contact with

Strong obsession with the opposite gender

Parental tension

Either overly optimistic or overly pessimistic - no happy medium

Obsessed with downloading as much music as possible in search of "the perfect artist"

Selfish at times

Overly generous at times

Wastes mass amounts of time on internet

Inability to complete schoolwork in a timely matter

Lead overall unhealthy lifestyle with no desire to change

Overall Diagnosis: Clinically Insane

Beware Our Nubile Miscreants

It's 6:36 PM and once again I'm putting off schoolwork in favor of endless surfing. I did finish my project proposal though. One page paper - what a great accomplishment. Soon enough I will be on the bus and far enough away from this school to feel like I'm living a real life. Then I'll probably eat some awesome organic food, and drink some expensive beer - maybe spend a bunch of money at the bar. I'll put off Witte until later this weekend, last night was enough to last me at least a few days. ;) I need to pick classes and find somewhere to live too... oops.

Doin' The Walk of Shame

Hahahahahahahahaha....

A Couple of Poems For The Morning

A Song in The Front Yard by Gwendolyn Brooks

I've stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it's rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.

I want to go in the back yard now
And maybe down the alley,
To where the charity children play.
I want a good time today.

They do some wonderful things.
They have some wonderful fun.
My mother sneers, but I say it's fine
How they don't have to go in at quarter to nine.
My mother, she tells me that Johnnie Mae
Will grow up to be a bad woman.
That George'll be taken to Jail soon or late
(On account of last winter he sold our back gate.)

But I say it's fine. Honest, I do.
And I'd like to be a bad woman, too,
And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace
And strut down the streets with paint on my face.

Cut by Sylvia Plath

What a thrill ---
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of a hinge

Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.

Little pilgrim,
The Indian's axed your scalp.
Your turkey wattle
Carpet rolls

Straight from the heart.
I step on it,
Clutching my bottle
Of pink fizz.

A celebration, this is.
Out of a gap
A million soldiers run,
Redcoats, every one.

Whose side are they on?
O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill

The thin
Papery feeling.
Saboteur,
Kamikaze man ---

The stain on your
Gauze Ku Klux Klan
Babushka
Darkens and tarnishes and when

The balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence

How you jump ---
Trepanned veteran,
Dirty girl,
Thumb stump.

Until The Sun Dies

It's 1:19 AM. This would probably be a good time to catch up on schoolwork, but starting a blog seems like more fun. (Thanks, Raul) If it weren't for the internet and its' endless distractions, there's a chance I might actually be productive, oh well. So I'm not too sure exactly what I am going to write about it here. It'll probably be a combination of shit that's cool/funny/interesting in my opinion, everyday happenings in my life, pictures, videos, audio, whatever. Not going to limit myself. The one rule I'm going to make is NO WHINING. Yay!

Richard Dawkins is the shit by the way.

Listen to this too.

I'm gonna go watch some movies now. :)