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jocelyn lives here

Such is the holy gift the Muses give men...

About Me


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a href="http://www.pimp-my-.. "Love and friendship were her topics...we can see a striking variety of mood and manner. She may be trivial, she may be profound; she enjoyed bright surfaces, but she knew something of the interior darkness. She dealt with the most slight human experiences, and the most solemn; we encounter in her few surviving verses jokes and jealousy, religion and picnics, gossip and goddesses, children, passion, tenderness, haberdashery, orchards, lovers, enemies. Sometimes plainly, sometimes with amplitude; she can be subjective or objective, humorous, or melancholy, quietly wistful or violently emotional."/"...who spins a cocoon around an idea until it is immobile."

My Interests

Cancer

You are shy and mysterious. Hotties are always trying to unlock your secrets, and figure out what makes you so cool. You have to have trust in your partner, so you’re not really into randomly hooking up. You really like the intimacy that comes with sex and you won’t take no for an answer when it comes to after sex cuddling. Sex matches: Taurus, Scorpio, Pisces
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Advanced Global Personality Test Results

Extraversion |||||||||||||| 56%
Stability |||||||||||| 46%
Orderliness |||||||||||| 46%
Accommodation |||||||||||| 50%
Interdependence |||||||||||||||| 63%
Intellectual |||||||||| 36%
Mystical |||||| 30%
Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Religious || 10%
Hedonism |||||||||||||| 56%
Materialism |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Narcissism |||||||||| 36%
Adventurousness |||||||||||||||| 70%
Work ethic |||||| 23%
Self absorbed |||||||||||||||| 63%
Conflict seeking |||||||||||||| 56%
Need to dominate |||||||||||| 43%
Romantic |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Avoidant |||||||||||| 43%
Anti-authority |||||||||||||||| 70%
Wealth |||||| 23%
Dependency |||||||||||| 50%
Change averse |||||||||||||||||| 76%
Cautiousness |||||||||||||| 56%
Individuality |||||||||| 36%
Sexuality |||||||||||| 43%
Peter pan complex |||||||||||| 43%
Physical security |||||||||||||||| 63%
Physical Fitness |||||| 24%
Histrionic |||||||||||||||| 63%
Paranoia |||||||||||| 43%
Vanity |||||||||||||||| 63%
Hypersensitivity |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Female cliche |||||||||||||||||||| 83% Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test
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Get to Know Me


...About You...


Eye Color brown
Hair Color black
Height short
Favorite Color dusty rose
Screen Name jocelyn
Favorite Band don't have one
Favorite Movie sleepless in seattle
Favorite TV Show grey's anatomy
Your Car don't have one...but when i picture it, it's black
Your Hometown snobby bondi
Your Present Town still snobby bondi
Your Crush's First Name um...i don't remember?
Your Grade i'm finished with study..,yay!!
Your Style lovely

...Have You Ever...


Sat on your rooftop hell yes and skinny dipped in a pool on the roof...it was cool bananas
Kissed someone in the rain i don't think so...but i'd like to
Danced in a public place uh...hell yeah
Smiled for no reason i smile to myself alot but it's hardly ever for no reason
Laughed so hard you cried not for a very long time
Peed your pants after age 8 um...i don't think so
Written a song no....?
Sang to someone for no reason no
Performed on a stage like don't remind me
Talked to someone you don't know yeah, i should do it more often
Made out in a theater when i was a teenager
Gone roller skating since 8th grade no, i don't even know how to ride a bike but i can ice skate...barely-does that count?
Been in love mmm....yes

...Can You...


Write with both hands no, i'm not a freak...jokes
Whistle not really but a little
Blow a bubble yes...whatever that means?
Roll your tongue uh...that's strange, it's a bit of a challenge with a tongue stud
Cross your eyes not for no reason
Touch your tongue to your nose nope
Dance hell yeah
Speak a different language sort of
Impersonate someone who? i don't make it a habbit
Cook anything yeah with the help of donna hay

...Finish The Line...


If I were a ... flower, I would be an orchid.
I wish ... I could fly. And all men were good in bed.
So many people don't know ... what's going through my head.
I am ... sensitive.
My heart is ... damaged and broken and full.
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I'd like to meet:

people who give a shit/"He does not know his further intent with her, but he is not trying to get what he wants at any expense. If he thinks he would harm Mirabelle, he would back away. But he does not yet understand when and how people are hurt.He doesn't understand the subtleties of slights and pains, that is not the big events that hurt the most but rather the smallest questionable shift in tone at the end of a spoken word that can plow most deeply into the heart. It seems to him that nothing in the world of relationships proves to be generally true, that nothing follows a logical sequence, and that his search for cohesion leaves him empty of answers."

Music:

i'm in love with jem's "flying high" at the moment...augie march: Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen in somebody you've known since you were sixteen, If love is a bolt from the blue then what is a bolt but a glorified screw, And that doesn't hold nothing together.Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music, it's making me sick and I know it's making you sick, there's nothing there it's like eating air, it's like drinking gin with nothing else in and that doesn't hold me together...And for one crowded hour you were the only one in the room, I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom, I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple june, But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.Now I know you like your boys who take their medicine from the bowl of a silver spoon, who run away with the dish and scale the fish by the silvery light of the moon, Who were taught from the womb to believe till the tomb that as far as their bleeding eyes see is a pleasure pen meant for them, builded and rent for them, not for the likes of me, no not for the likes of you and me...And for one...O but the green-eyed harpy of the salt land, She takes into hers my hand, And she says "Boy, I know you're lying... O but then so am I!" And to this I said "O well."Well put me in a cage full of lions, I'll learn to speak lion, In fact I know the language well, I picked it up while I was versing myself in the languages they speak in hell, That night that silence gave birth to a baby, but they took it away to her silent dismay and they raised it to be a lady...Now she can't keep her mouth shut...And for one crowded hour you were the only one in the room, I played a few songs for those bumps in the night, in fact I played this very tune, But you said "What is this six stringed instrument but an adolescent loom?" And one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.

Movies:

my fav movie is sleepless in seatle...hehe i like all movies...even the fluffy ones...

Television:

at the moment...grey's anatomy!

Books:

perfect skin; 48 shades of brown; and january begins by nick earls... um...i really like trashy novels! hahaha...really, i do...but not those romance/erotic ones..."If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave tne same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of you are great light borrowers. Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected, And your first gift is making stone out of everything. I wake to a mausoleum; you are here Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigareetes, Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous, And dying to say something unanswerable. The moon, too, abuses her subjects, But in the daytime, she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, Arrive through the mailslot, with loving regularity, White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide. No day is safe from news of you, Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me. "

Heroes:

"The man seems to me strong as a god, the man who sits across from you and listens to your sweet talk nearby and your lovely laughter-which when I hear it strikes fear in the heart in my breast. For whenever I glance at you, it seems that I can say nothing at all but my tongue is broken in silence, and that instant a light fire rushes beneath by skin, I can no longer see anything in my eyes and cold sweat pours down me, and shuddering graps me all over, and I am greener than grass, and I seem to myself to be a little short of death..."/ I saw you looking at me, then you looked away and I believed you could make it all better.

My Blog

the grey areas

the grey areas Annabelle stepped out of the Antique store into the bright sun.  Head down, staring at the grey pavement of the sidewalk.  Her handbag - brown, soft and leather - hanging off ...
Posted by jocelyn lives here on Sun, 08 Jun 2008 01:30:00 PST

on relationships

Honestly, I think the main reason that women and men constanly misunderstand eachother is that women have too many thoughts and men do not have enough of them. To any boyfriend that is feeling frustra...
Posted by jocelyn lives here on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 05:46:00 PST

sleepless thoughts

days - she'll actually call me when she's got nothing much to say. We'll have a disjointed, awkward conversation, where I'll ask her about her day and then she'll ask me about mine and then she'll tel...
Posted by jocelyn lives here on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 05:06:00 PST

Jamie is sitting in his car naked eating a banana.

How weird is my life...and now Jamie is talking on the phone with socks on his hands...because he has no gloves.
Posted by jocelyn lives here on Thu, 31 May 2007 10:58:00 PST

a fucking box of old pens...

Friday, 1st June, 20073:43amWhat kind of fucker comes to my house and leaves me a box of old pens? Seriously? The fucker breaks up with me, I move out, I ask for a couple of things I left at the apart...
Posted by jocelyn lives here on Thu, 31 May 2007 10:56:00 PST

love is a mental illness: secret thoughts to my penguin friend

As for the stereotypes...why live life within the stereotypes...where's the fun in that? I have a scar on my left forefinger from when I burnt it on the toaster having a totally blonde moment; I have ...
Posted by jocelyn lives here on Sun, 06 May 2007 12:56:00 PST

freaking me out

seriously... i hate you whoever you are that's been calling me from a private number and then just hanging up....like what the fuck? it's totally freaking me out. i'm sure it's several people. bu...
Posted by jocelyn lives here on Sun, 06 May 2007 12:45:00 PST

empty drawers

i saw him at the apartment when i was picking up all my stuff. it was so hard to be in the same room with him and having all these unloving foreign feelings between us. my heart was beating so hard an...
Posted by jocelyn lives here on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 02:04:00 PST

argh

totally hating itunes right now...why are the songs i want not available...i totally don't get it. oh and big brother sucks...which is why now i'm going to the video shop to get some bloody movies so...
Posted by jocelyn lives here on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 01:56:00 PST

what are you doing?

when did we stop apologising to eachother? it breaks my heart to think of what we made of eachother. you want to recover ground we lost to eachother. you think this is moving on, you think this i...
Posted by jocelyn lives here on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 06:22:00 PST