Jendy

Unfortunately Odds will not have the pleasure of Jendy company tonight. BUT!!! In true Jendy style, celebration will not be forsaken.

With a glass of champagne and a lit cigarette Jendy bids all blog readers farewell for the weekend. We understand that the absence of our blogs this weekend will be hazardous to your health…. but suffer bitches, we’re going to the sea!!!

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Selective Amnesia

I find it very strange that certain excrutiating moments in time are impossible to forget and moments of importance prove unfavourable to the human cortex. There is this recurring memory I have of an uncomfortable experience at Matthew's house, which lately will not escape my mind. And yet, I can never remember where I left my car keys.

Nostalgia, excitement, nostalgia.

I've been very negative about everything lately and then, a breakthrough...

Andy: Bob* wants to fly me down to Durban this weekend but my parents won't let me go alone.
Tess: Aah, that sucks.
Jess: Why don't we... go anyway?
...long penetrating gaze...
All together: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!

So that's the story. We're all going to Durbz this weekend. I was on a major high all day until I arrived home to find my brand new Counting Crows T-shirt iron-smudged. And the sticker is missing. I'm so upset. I keep losing the gifts from Matthew and it is so unintentional! I keep receits from restaurants we've gone to and every movie stub we've ever got, but the important things I lose or fuck up. He's so amaizing and this is how I repay him. I suck.

*name has been changed for phonetic reasons.

I would like to begin by letting you all know that it took me about 27 minutes to get through to this page. But being the diligent soul I am, I waited. And waited. And waited. While I could be sleeping soundly in my comfy bed, I waited.

I am utterly horrified at a post I just read. (When I say "just", I mean 29 minutes ago.)
I am NOT the worst blog updater, ever! I am outraged. This statement is unjustified and down right nasty! I can categorically say that Matthew Hart is in fact the worst updater, ever. (Sorry babe, love you.)

Now that we have got that cleared up, I can continue.

I really am bemused, as I find that everyone is, at the blogging situation in which we find ourselves. The reason I started a blog was because I stumbled upon Jian's purely by accident. My friend, you have started a revolution.

The truth is that Andy's right, I did prefer it when I lived in oblivion and was not aware of the people reading my blog. I was shocked one night when Peter approached me and told me to start updating more often. I honestly believed that my blog was a secret. Not so much a secret as an unfound treasure. So, if I offended anyone in previous posts I am truly sorry. I don't think I have, I'm generally not a vindictive person. Except when it comes to women trying to steal my man, of course. Even then I guess I'm still all talk. Anyhoo, in the words of the great Shakespeare "If I offend, lend me your ears". I hope that now all will be forgiven.

Kay, I'm very happy that you've finally found a guy you like. If he hurts you, I will cut off his penis, chuck it in a blender and make him drink the outcome. (I'm sure he can't wait to meet your open-armed friends in SA!)

I have to go to a meeting tomorrow where all the students in my class are teaming up to rip the Dean to shreds about the state of our Academy. We're very organized if I may say so myself. We each received an 11 page letter about the issues that will be discussed. It's all pretty harsh, but true. I'm very excited. We win either way because if our demands aren't met we are going to reveal the scandal to Carte Blanche and Special Assignment. Rah.

This meeting will be held in the early morn so I shall bid all farewell. I lie, it's at 12:30, but it's 3am and I'm going to bed. I lie again. I'm going to go read Chuck. Palahniuk. Lullaby. Appropriate.

By the by, how come everyone else has a "comments" link except mine? Please email me (jess202@hotmail.com) if you know how to repair the damage.

I am outraged! EVERYONE HAS A BLOG!! How do you people expect me to keep up???

I don't know how Andy does it. I can't keep up with her posts because she blogs so often... I feel ashamed at myself. Not because I don't have the time to write, but because I always promise to try make the time, and never follow through. Disgusting.

Last night I got very trashed. Andy and I abused the free liquor at Tam's father's fortieth birthday party and then went to Matt's house to become further Inebriated. We ended up giving each other hickies (just for the hell of it) and I started thinking about the idea of lesbionism. Andy, if you're reading this, don't panic, I'm still straight!

I think it really may be a good idea. I mean, I love Matthew and I'm very happy with him, but will a man really and truly be able to understand the complex creation that is women?

I don't expect men to entirely understand women because the two sexes are very different; I don't understand men most of the time! But when it comes to romance and sub-text and eveything female, only females tend to understand what we naturally view as simple, straight-forward and obvious!

Relationships are tough as they are and the added factor of the two sexes originating from different planets is just another added complication. Surely removing this factor and replacing it with first hand understanding of PMS and poor body image is the recipe for a healthy relationship! But when women spent a lot of time together their cycles coincide, so can you imagine the resulting cat fights and manipulation?


But then again, perhaps us girls need boys to balance us out and remove us from our racing minds for just a few minutes a day.

I like men. I like one man. I love him. What was I going on about?

There is a difference between saying that you care about someone, caring about someone, caring for someone and actually showing that you care.

Basically, if you really care about someone, you will do everything you can do in order to keep them happy. Not as a duty, but purely because if you care about someone, the thought of seeing them sad is torture to you, so you would do what you can to prevent this. This behaviour is called showing that you care.

Telling somebody that you care about them and them failing to show it, is outright hurtful. Harmful even, to the person at hand's self-worth and dignity. The point is, if somebody says they care, but doesn't show it, they never cared in the first place.

Caring for somebody is what you would do for an elderly or sick person. It could be described as lending a helping hand. Bringing the person a cup of tea or a book to read falls into this category too, but can also qualify as showing that you care. The difference is that when one is caring for somebody, there is usually a reason behind it that prevents the person from doing it for themself. When showing that you care, it is done unconditionally. Selflessly. A sweet gesture to prove that what you are saying is actually what you are feeling.

What some people don't understand is that no human is so in tune into another that they know exactly what the other feels. This is why showing your emotions by means of actions or gestures is so important. One also forgets that lies, secrets and betrayal fall into the gesture category too, and are a sure-fire way to show somebody that not only are you not prepared to show that you care, you in fact lied about caring in the first place.

All this seems to be a load of the rediculous expectations of the female species. I can understand that it may seem that way. The only problem with that theory is that I am a female and I know what feels great, what feels good, what feels bad, and what really hurts. It hurts to be lied to. It's not an unreasonable expectation for one to not want to be hurt.

So if there are any boys reading this, please take my advice, and show your girls that you care. Believe me, you won't regret it (and will be well rewarded).

I watched the last episode of friends last night. This may sound patronizing but it really got me on a level that I don’t think anybody else feels.

It feels like the end of an era! In actual fact, that is a line from the show. Rachel was moving out. A very sentimental, tear-jerking scene between Monica and Rachel. It just hurts me so much because it’s like a sign that life really does go on. And I don’t want it to. I love the way things are. I appreciate being young and (somewhat) carefree.

I was recently objected to the fact that more than two people read my blog. I apologize once again for not posting. If this is published it will be due to sheer luck because my internet connection has been failing me more often than not. I would like to thank those for showing an interest. Whilst I am on the subject, if you are reading this and have a blog of your own of which I am unaware, please email your address to me… (only if you are willing of course) jess202@hotmail.com

Thanks for reading, and for your patience!