Mixed CDs

I found a couple mixed Cd's when i was going through my collection today. They were made when I'd first gotten a Cd burner around 7th grade. I stared to listen to them and was surprised to find that I know almost all the words to every song. I listened to some weird stuff when I was younger( a lot of it I still like today ) Here are some songs from those mixed Cd's:

little Jacey pt.2

Awaiting the answers to my interview questions I wandered onto my blog, and no I feel another little Jacey story coming on.

Lets take it back to a much smaller and simpler time in my life, and by that I mean a much younger time in my life. I was about 3, and Mitchell (who is just a half a year younger then me) were being babysat by our fathers, a bad move on our moms part. Jimmy and my dad ( who's really my step dad Rob, but in this moment in time I was none the wiser to this fact, as far as I knew he was my dad ) were playing video games, I think it was that pilot game that's name escapes me, but it could have easily been Zelda, Kirby, or Mario. The point is the weren't paying attention to the two of us at all! So Jimmy and Mary used to have a huge fish tank at their house, and it had exotic fish in it. It just so happens that Jacey as well as little Jacey loves to swim. I don't remember how we got up there but Mitchell and I ended up in this huge fish tank. When Jimmy came in the room he screamed and pulled us out of the tank. My dad came in next and saw the water in the fish tank swaying violently back and forth, two wet naked kids ( apparently we took our cloths off before we got in, smart kids right? ) and some scared fish trying to make themselves small against one corner of the tank. When the mothers got home and herd the whole story, they deemed our fathers unworthy of babysitting their own children ever again. Not only could we have drowned but there was a lamp hanging precariously on the table next to the tank that could have fallen down and electrocuted us at any moment. And those exotic fish I was talking about, well two of them were an Oscar and the other a Parana! We could have been eaten!!! But as it turned out we peed in the tank and those two fish ended up dying just a week later.

Bride and Prejudice

The Host

I finished Stephenie Meyers new book The Host yesterday afternoon. It was so good! It took me a while to get into, but once I got into it I couldn't put it down. I read over 300 pages one day, normally that would have finished it up, but this book was long! I was glad that it was because I got to know the characters a lot better and watch them grow. It's like the difference between watching a epic movie like Lawrence of Arabia instead of a short movie, were you don't have to think like Tomb Raider ( I love Lawrence of Arabia, watched it twice last week! Omar Sharif!!! ) . I loved the ending, it seemed to leave plenty space for the imagination, I hope that she makes a second book.

little Jacey pt.1

I haven't really been doing anything postable lately(besides prom, art festival, hanging out with my friends more often then EVER, rocky horror) so was thinking I'd write about little Jacey...

Once upon a time in middle school we were playing capture the flag.... first of all I would like to say that middle scholars are the worst thing that every happened to earth, every single one of them is a snot nosed kid who thinks that they know better then everyone els and needs to be beaten daily for their attitude alone...P.S. at this time I had one friend in the entire school(witch was one more then I was used to at this friendless time in my life).... Debrah and I were at one end guarding the flag, just standing there watching people in the middle all bundled up jumping back and forth over the border not coming any where near the flag. We watched our side slip into prison time and time again, Debrah decided that she didn't want to watch anymore and that she wanted to be a art of the action. I let her know that I was fine with being as far from the action as possible ( I would like you to know that I am not fat, fatty yes I have no muscle, but I am to vain too be fat, and too lazy to be skinny ( on the other hand Debrah was on track )) she went off to stratigize with the rest of the team and two people came back to take our positions. I meandered around my teams side of the field and yelled useful things to my team like "look a penny trying to cross our side", and "you'd better put that guy in jail before he gets to our flag". You could tell the whole team was happy to have me(not). They all started planning this big attack with distractions and swerving and blocking, they wanted that flag badly. They had everyone involved except me....I was to guard the flag while this plan was to be executed. Then all of them charged forward, and I hafta say that the other team looked shocked but were still putting an effort to keep them from the flag. They had conerd them on one side of the field and left and right my people were being sent to jail. There was a clear path ahead of me that was made clearer when the coach yelled out "Jacey you can get the flag if you run now!!!" it so happened that no one els heard that, so a began to run. when I crossed the border no one had noticed. I ran the length of the field and was touching the flag( witch was a hockey stick, propped up by a traffic cone ) I pulled it from the traffic cone and looked back at the action. No one had yet seen me, but as I began to fun the field the coach called out in encouragement, and then I was being chased by the fastest and the finest of the other team. (As I said before I am not fat, but being unfat doesn't make you any faster.) I could feel them gaining behind me and I still had a long stretch ahead of me before I could cross the other side. Stupidly I looked back and saw the nearest of them, his eyes glinted with rage, my eyes watered with fear. This guy was going to take me out, he knew it, I knew it, the hockey stick posing as the flag knew it, but i couldn't let that happen not when I had gotten this far. I gripped the hockey stick and put all my energy into my little fatty legs. Then the border didn't seem to far from me. I could hear the anguish in the grunt of the the guy chasing me as I pulled forward and jumped across the border, and the game was over...
P.E. went back to normal from then on, I never won anything in sports ever again. I took my place in lazily meandering about on end of the field, but I'll never forget the day that I captured the flag.