I had a pretty awesome 21st birthday weekend.

Plenty of booze and a new tattoo

Dead Birdbeast in the Park

I went to the park with Katie and her clan to take their Christmas photos. Highlights include Jacob's discovery of spiny balls and action shots of myself.

End of Days

Alright this isn't as epic as the title suggests but it snowed today! Yes, South Louisiana got a lovely blanket of frozen precipitation last night. I snapped this photo before leaving for school.

Another Tuesday... The beginning of my week. We worked with the diffuser and flat iron today, and took a journey into the world of shampoo.

This is to make up for yesterday.

I really like this song "Homecoming" from The Teenagers for some reason. (I think, correct me if I'm wrong) The video is directed by Alan Ferguson, who also directed Katy Perry's "Hot N Cold".

French Hipsters? What the fucks wrong with me today?

Stop listening to the radio in the oven!

I know I mentioned dying my hair in an earlier post, so here's a picture. I had to do some serious cutting since most of the long parts turned to goo and fell off in the bleaching process, who knew years of black hair dye would be such a bitch to remove. Ok I did and I also know bleaching hair twice within a 24 hour period is a VERY bad idea. Yeah I know I'm in school to be a hairstylist, but just know that I'd never do that to a paying client (just my cheap ass friends, ok kidding... maybe).

Anyway, I could listen to Tom Waits' "I Don't Wanna Grow Up" on Bone Machine and The Pogues "Fairytale of New York" a million times and still hit the play button again. And... you... should... too!

I had a little mouse drama today. There's been a mouse in my house stealing my dog's food and hiding it in random places. I've found Beneful treasure piles in my bathroom closet, behind the washing machine and in various cabinets. After witnessing him squeeze beneath the door and into the bathroom while I took a bath, I decided his days were numbered. I bought the standard Victor mouse traps, baited them with peanut butter and a little piece of dog food and hid them throughout the kitchen. Three days went by without any sign of a mouse until this morning. I woke up in a good mood, excited about Christmas shopping and my Lil Smokies that had been steeping in BBQ sauce and pineapple in the crock pot all night. I went into the kitchen to discover one of the traps missing, only to find it beneath my dog's raised food dish with our little culprit wedged in it. The bar didn't snap his neck and kill him instantly as intended, instead it landed in the middle of his head mildly retarding him. I carried the fiasco outside with a garden tool and released him. He stumbled around a bit, then I carried him to a secluded spot until I could figure out what to do. I called my mom who suggested to "bash his head in with a hammer". I couldn't do that, I had visions of mouse blood squirting into my eye. And after the whole infection control portion of cosmetology school, I'm frightened of all blood related things. By now, Katie had arrived to go Christmas shopping. I took her to the backyard to see my tard mouse. Again at a loss for any sort of constructive ideas, we left him. I decided that if he was still alive when I got home, I'd either make him a warm shoe box or start with the bashin'. When I returned home, I didn't have to do either. He was several feet away from his original spot, dead as a doornail and slightly wet for some reason. Mission accomplished...

I'm back from South Carolina. Starting at Aveda in 2 days and I'm really excited. Finally I'll be out of limbo and actually do something with myself. Kelley has been here a couple days taking some makeup shots (aren't they cute?) and in the spirit of self improvement and change, cutting and dying my hair a lovely shade of violet.

HIATUS

I've been in SC for 2 weeks. Little to no internet. It's amazing.

I'm on...

Hiatus

Civic Duty

Early voting started yesterday, we managed to get in today to cast our ballot. This has been the first election I've been old enough to vote in. In all honesty, it's been such a let down. You'd think we were voting for an MTV music award based on how the media and the candidates are acting. Maybe I'm just tired of everyone treating Obama like he's the second coming of Christ. Online forums, nationally syndicated talk shows and once respected news outlets are ablaze with America hate and Obama love. And John McCain is just doing the dance his party is making him do. I'm about ready to pack it all up and nab a few acres in Montana to homestead. I'm not going to mention who I voted for, simply because I used to love the mystery when my teachers would never dare reveal who they backed.


I miss you Ron Paul. <3

Other crap in my life includes:

• Saw Max Payne the other night. We didn't realize it was PG-13 until the credits. Now that's a PG movie I can handle. They only gave us one "fuck" I believe, but made up for it with violence, drug use and demonic hallucinations. After the credits we of course got the "OMG there's gonna be a sequel" scene. Worth a watch for Mila Kunis stickin it to those fuckheads who left That 70's Show in search of a film career, with another hit movie.
• Going to visit my parents soon. The hugs are absolutely worth that 10 hour drive ahead of me.
• Starting to read The Watchmen tonight.
  

Trekkies should get "Beam me up Jesus!" on their tombstones.

Oh yeah...

I had to add this from the failblog


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Girl Day, Trash TV & False Alarms

I woke up this morning after 2 hours of sleep to a guy named Chadwick on my front porch. He was here to finally install the new security system. After several hours of cutting, drilling and destroying my wall everything seemed to be in working order. (Key word: Seemed) In the mean time, Katie and Sushi had arrived ready to start our long awaited "Girls Day". Well... not so much long awaited as overdue. Fueled by Slim-Fast and organic bananas we attempted a shopping trip only to be interrupted by a call from the security company.

"Hello Ma'am we received a distress signal from your house, the police are on their way"

Fuck. We rushed across town, back to my house to discover 3 of the most out of shape cops our fine town had to offer strolling around my back yard, later to be joined by paramedics and four firetrucks full of men dressed and ready to battle the fires of hell. After contacting the security company and determining there was a malfunction and huge misunderstanding. I explained to everyone individually the situation and hope that they'd forgive me and the fine folks at ADT. The looks on their faces lead me to believe otherwise. After shutting down the main street in front of my house, being completely embarrassed and conducting damage control, I reset the alarm and we managed to hit up my favorite retail outlet before calling it a day. I bought some booties (yes I said booties) that Katie deemed heinous but I couldn't pass up. I'm glad those girls can make me laugh so much, I always end up in a shitty mood when Jamie's gone and they're exactly what I need right now.

In more relavant news, ACORN, a supposedly non-partisan group that seeks to increase voter registration among lower class and minority citizens has been accused of attempted voter fraud. Seems the ANTICHRIST OBAMA and his minions have added raising the dead and cloning to their arsenals of evil, registering deceased citizens to vote as well as registering the living upwards of 78 times each through bribes and threats.

This is the dirtiest, longest, most dishonest campaign on every front. I'll be glad when it's over and I finally know what we're up against for the next 4 years.

Strike One

I enrolled at Aveda on Wednesday for cosmetology and start in November. I have to grow out the feather cut a bit for a more professional look. Skinhead hairstylist... this is either really good, or really really bad.
We made it through Gustav without any major damage, now we await Ike. I hope he dosen't treat the gulf coast like Tina Turner. Hopefully I can find a neat Ike Turner picture to post outside on the plywood before the storm. Our house has been a temporary home to a few refugees out of New Orleans, Houma and Baton Rouge. It's nice having people around that you've known a short while but feel like old friends. And giving Vince adequate shit for his exploits seem to raise morale around here. James should be rolling in soon when they evacuate the gulf, until then its lots of laundry, deep fried burritos and past seasons of South Park for me.

Go down ye blood red roses!

I've got a new obsession with Sea Chantys, or Chanteys or Shantys (if you'd like to refer to lumbermen along American rivers). Anyway, I can't seem to read enough on the subject. I've always been a huge fan of folk music and art. Growing up in the Appalachian Mountains, I was surrounded by a very specific culture. We were mountain folk. Some of my family were moonshiners, even to this day. Bluegrass and mountain music were commonplace. Going to "pickin in the park" was always an option for Thursdays and Folkmoot was a yearly treat. Today I live in the deep South, Southern Louisiana, where I'm surrounded by a very different but again very specific culture. Here in the heart of Cajun country, you can catch zydeco at a local bar any night of the week and food for the soul on any corner. The Chantys and work songs represent their own culture. Men who gave most of their lives to the sea. Like the songs of the mountains, I can relate to these. Being a wife at home with one eye to the coast, I understand. They generate feelings of longing, pride and love.

Today I realized there's a festival for this type of music in Connecticut. I probably won't go to the festival itself but it is held at a wonderful maritime museum I'd love to see. Always one for a road trip, I've decided on one of my vacation destinations next year. Ideally I'd like to hit the major Revolutionary War spots. Operation "Jessie & James Do American History" is in the works.


Oh yeah and I start school on August 25 for Culinary Arts.

Show Your Might

Jamie went offshore 2 days ago. I'm officially at a week of being unemployed. I've managed to clean the house spotless, finish the redo on my bathroom, paint the mailbox in a dia de los muertos theme, get drunk and give the dog a much needed bath. I've also managed to waste a few hours at Bovverworld and Punk Rock Domestics. I've decided not to get another job until I get back from SC at the end of the month. Until then it's an avoidance of spending money, rampant crafting and walking the dog excessively. Oh no! How will I survive?

In other news, I'm trying to figure out what I want to go back to school for. Gotta make it count this time around...

The date's completely wrong on this bastard. It's July 3rd...

Lived In Bars

Yeah so maybe I abandoned this corner of the internet for a few months. I'm in a bit of a limbo these days. My little bit of craftyness has been halted by work. I'm attempting to pay off my credit card by November, thus I've picked up extra hours. I actually went out to the bar Tuesday and enjoyed myself for the first time since the Murder Junkies show. I never cared for basketball but the Celtics beat the Lakers that night. Everyone was in a good mood. I guess the hatred for California stretches beyond my husband and I. I came to recall the many drunken nights of teenage debauchery and how, at this point in my life where I am actually able to go to bars, I'm nearly over the whole thing. It could be a combination of the city and my bad attitude. I'm in the middle of a neo-yuppie town, where the smart ones wanted out at 15. I miss New Orleans more and more some nights. We barely knew each other. That sinking city that made me feel like I was at the bottom of the world felt like home. This city feels like the embodiment of waiting. I can't complain much I guess, we just bought a house and are getting our lives on track financially. Maybe in a few years I can go back. Things will be closer to the way they were before the hurricane, but never quite there.

Blog or Die!

Let's start with the basics...

I'm Jessie. Newlywed. Resident of Louisiana. Skinhead (not Communist or racist, we'll get into all that eventually). Avid crafter. Clothing collector. Proud American. Firm supporter of the 2nd amendment.Full of contradictions.