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Im a Dreamer. I dream my life away.

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About Me

Well my name is Jess (icca).
I *unfortunatly* go to Franklin High school.
I am from West Palm Beach, FL. I miss it a lot.
I get talked about a lot at my school, but i dont give a damn.
I go back and forth on wether i like rap more or rock. Right now im **rock**.
I am a really crazy person.
I am outgoing.
I love to be spontainious.
I'm blonde, and like everyone has moments.
I am tall, i geuss for a girl.
I dont tan, and i dont think that i should have to.
I have blue eyes.
I'm German and i love it.
I am a tomboy most of the time. But i do like to be girly once in a looooooong ass while.
Most of my shoes are just comfy.
I would rather go to school in pj bottoms and a t then dress up... and i have.
I love Dove milk chocolate. I hate dark chocolate.
I have been hurt a lot in my life.
Dont push me, Im physco
.
I am really nice when your on my good side.
When i get bored i insult my enemies, and sometimes my friends.
I kid a lot. I think that life is to boring to take serious all the time. Take a break and laugh.
I am mature when i need to be. But just as immature most of the time. Makes life fun.
I laugh at stupid shit.
I am pretty much a straight A student. But dont ask for help.
Ignorance or just plain stupidity annoy me. I will end up yelling at you.
I have 10 ear peircings. I did 6 of them myself. Most in school bathrooms.
I also have my nipple peirced.
I like pain. Sometimes. I like to peirce myself when im in a bad mood.
I dont live with my parents.
My mom is going to prison for probably a very long time.
I dont know my dad. Never have.
I dont know my real grandpa. Met him once maybe twice.
My grandma doesnt trust one bit. I know it. I dont care.
Charlie (step g-pa) trusts me. Im a lot like him when he was younger. He used to smoke pot.. haha.. thats funny.
My mom has ditched me on street corners and brought me to strip clubs were she worked. But i still love her.
I havent seen my mom in 10 years. Wont happen anytime soon.
My mom is/was a prostitute. Im not kidding either. I dont care. Im proud. She makes a living.
I have 3 siblings. I know not one. I consider myself an only child.
I am the only child of my mothers that is white.
I have had my heart broken.
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... "maybe this time he'll have understood". This is a homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it. This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced.This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than to foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn&..39;t want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had.This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the ice cream we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some ice cream?)*: *: *:.*: * .:* *:. .:* *: *: *:.*: * .:* *:. .:*

My Interests

(*guys (*life (*music (*religions (*internet (*computers (*swimming (*art (*clothing design (*phones (*anything new (*music (*thunderstorms (*green eyes (*black hair (*dolphins (*anything black (*brain teasers (*hoodies (*friends (*happy trails (*Tall guys (*Dancing (*Traveling (*Photography (*hugs (*Poetry (*Romance (*Stars (*Horses (*Relationships (*True love(even if i will never have it.) (*deep thought (*alone time (*parties (*fun (*movies (*Karma (*Culture (*Emo kids (*skateboarding (watching it) (*cuddling
(*freinds
(*beach (*My dreams
(*Ska* (*AIM (*Ex boyfreinds that become friends (*Wonder (*B&W (*

pAnts On fIrE

(*Concerts (*Myspace (duh) (*Being crazy with my friends (*Driving (*Happiness (*Saddness (*Emotions in general (*Money (*Thrift Stores (*Blazers (*Black and white Checkerboard (*Parachoute pants (*Helping others (*"Its good to go" (*"Frat parties" (*"Braney" (*"Homebot" (*"Matrix moves" (*"Our Houses" (*"Dominatrix" (*"Slightly Stoopid" (*"Hang man" (*"Mash" (*"Schnapps" (*"Go fish"good times.. good times...

I'd like to meet:

I would like to meet my dad.
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Music:

Subhumans, HIM, Breaking Benjamin, Trillville, Streetlight Manifesto,Rocket from the Crypt, Slayer,

Dawn of the dude

Sublime, Goldfinger, Eminem, Sum 41, Tenacious D, THe Queers, System of a Down, Choking Victim,Trick Daddy, The Buzzcocks, NOFX, Chamillionare, Lamb of God, Zodiac Killers, Guttermouth, Catch 22

Movies:



~♥~Pirates of the Caribbean
~♥~The Notebook
~♥~40 Days, 40 Nights
~♥~Deuce Bigalo European Jigalo
~♥~5th Element
~♥~I Robot
~♥~Van Helsing
~♥~Harry Potter 1-4
~♥~Cheech and Chong Up in Smoke
~♥~Matrix 1-3
~♥~Lord of the Rings
~♥~The Mirror has 2 Faces
~♥~Phenominon
~♥~Signs
~♥~AVP
~♥~Skeleton Key ~♥~Almost any Disney Movie ~♥~The Pink Panther ~♥~Polar Express ~♥~Shrek 1 & 2 ~♥~Anchorman ~♥~Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy ~♥~Ice Age ~♥~Garfeild the movie ~♥~Stuck on you ~♥~Hope Floats ~♥~Ever After ~♥~Aracnaphobia ~♥~6 Legged freaks ~♥~Amytiville Horror
~♥~Waiting

Television:

Dont watch much TV which is why it has taken so long for me to answer this. When i do actually watch TV its one of the following TV Channels:
?!-G4 ?!-Comedy Central ?!-Cartoon Network ?!-Nick ?!-Noggin

Books:

Yes please.

wait,

is it a good book?

OK then i will take.

Heroes:

My Dad... wait i dont know him... My mom... wait shes in jail..... My grandma... wait she can be a phycotic controling bitch.... My Step-grandpa.. Ya that one.. He's pretty cool most of the time... but not a Hero

I guess i dont have any heroes. I am my own Hero.

My Blog

My guy diet.

so. Almost every guy that could be mean to me has done so in the past few days. So im trying this new thing. Called a guy diet. B/c all they do is do shit to piss me off. One stops talking to me for...
Posted by ..::♥Love♥::.. on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 08:53:00 PST

friends this is for you!

Well jeez. My life is taking the weirdest turns. And I have to piss.. hold on a moment.     ok im back. waht to say., I have a boyfriend. Its interesting. I made a 1290 On my SAT and everyon...
Posted by ..::♥Love♥::.. on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 08:29:00 PST

-_-

OK. Im bored.     and sick of this fucking country. will we ever fucking learn to fucking control our fucking large ass wanna be penis. Gah. we have to shove it up every fucking ass we godda...
Posted by ..::♥Love♥::.. on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 04:13:00 PST

stuffs

GIRLS ARE UP TOP -- GUYS ARE BELOW!! BE HONEST! Girl Confessions.... NAME:Jess I wear pink:uh.. no I've dyed my hair: yep purple... I've danced around in my underwear:yep this morning I like(d) the S...
Posted by ..::♥Love♥::.. on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 01:49:00 PST

Just some random thoughts

Lately i have become really sick of people judging me on stuff they have no clue about. I am not a skank, i am sick of people thinking i am. I have feelings, calling me a whore will do nothing but mak...
Posted by ..::♥Love♥::.. on Thu, 12 Jan 2006 05:51:00 PST

100 things that you might wanna know

100 things if you even care.     [1] NAME: Jessicca Jean Snyder[2] BiRTHDAY: April 7, 1990[3] HEiGHT: 5'8[4] SHOE SiZE: in guys or womens?[5] EYE COLOR: blue[6] HAIR COLOR: blonde [7] ...
Posted by ..::♥Love♥::.. on Mon, 09 Jan 2006 05:32:00 PST