Fahrenheit Jones

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-02-26T13:54:00

2006-02-26T21:54:20Z

jack-the-girl.livejournal.com

noo.

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-02-26T12:16:00

2006-02-26T20:26:46Z

I have succumbed, and written Band of Brothers fic. I am now officially a hypocrite.

Kayla's birthday party last night was quite the rowdy affair. Everything was going wonderfully until a few people decided to start an orgy in the basement and, needless to say, that put an end to the festivities right there. But things certainly were not as awkward as I thought they might be, or at least they didn't seem that way once I got to the bottom of my whiskey.

Jessie was wearing a wicked white suit. My drinking buddies showed up by lucky coincidence and we played drunken go fish and crazy eights, hardcore card games if I do say so myself. There was gay porn, and far too much of it. I don't think I've ever seen so many penises in my life.

Bonus: Bizarre angles of anal sex, bad tattoos, chest hair that cut off at the arms as though it was meant to hide under a wife beater, incredibly definitive tan lines, and only ONE attractive man in the entire god damn magazine.

General update: working on a movie. Lusting after dresses and iPods. Greece in two weeks. Birthday in three weeks. Shoes getting old and dusty. Thinking of starting up an old school personal website on a free space provider, just like the old days. Me! You! Site!

I have so many ideas in my head write now, but my own inhibitions prevent me from putting them down on paper. The fic I wrote for Band of Brothers was pretty much the release of the year for Grace. Hurrah for stream-of-conscious style fic. Keeps me sane.

Happy birthday Kayla, you old dog. I'm right behind you.

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-02-16T15:57:00

2006-02-17T00:00:16Z

I usually try to write differently from how I speak. For instance, I try not to write things like "oh my fucking gawd" in my livejournal entires. But I think this merits a hearty "oh my fucking gawd".

MICHAEL GOORJIAN.

QUESTION AND ANSWER SESSION AFTER SNEAK PREVIEW OF HIS NEWEST MOVIE.

TUESDAY.

IN SEATTLE.

I WILL CAPTURE HIM.

OH MY FUCKING GAWD.

Now the hard part will be trying not to blurt out that I've been writing fanfiction about him for the past four years, and was there anything more between him and Max Casella? Or Gabriel Damon? I'd really appreciate knowing that. Yeah. Thanks.

OH MY FUCKING GAWD.

-breathes deep-

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-02-08T22:18:00

2006-02-09T06:21:06Z

I really don't want to turn out to be the kind of person that leaves these kind of entries.

But today really just sucked.

There is no way my confidence could have been any more shattered, because all evidence points to this fact: i just suck. As an actress, as a talent, as a pretty face for the background. Test audiences found a man grunting as he lifted a weight more entertaining than my performance, and that's a fact. First I get shunted into a side part, and then I still can't manage to keep anyone interested for more than two seconds.

Yay me.

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-02-05T16:06:00

2006-02-06T00:08:25Z

the japanese exchange student is playing the "land before time" theme song on the piano and i just can't stop her.

i am set to go out today, meet up with the electric violinist, have coffee, and then finish up my homework, but i don't really want to do any of these things. i want to clear everything in my life up, clean my room, have some soup, and then maybe write some fiction. history research paper? whatever. time line? whatever. study for the french test?

pfft.

i want to read something by kurt vonnegut right about now.

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-02-03T23:45:00

2006-02-04T07:48:28Z

Right now I am drunk. But I did not do or smoke any drugs, or leave with the plant, as Nick says. This will make sense to me in the morning. Or never. Will I remember?

I cannot visit Suiciegirls because this is not my computer. But I would if I could. And talk to my posse.

What?

Yeah.

I'm sorry to all of those reading this. It must be either confusing, amusing, or an ordeal. But either way, you're stuck reading it. Do I really know what I'm typing? I don't know. Sometimes I just don't know. So I'm glad my parents can't see me now.

Am I going to post all of this?

Probably.

So again, sorry about this. You can skip the rest if you want.

No one is online on nexopia. What is up? Dis to the extreme.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

No more drunk entries. I promise.

My turn offs include justice.

Am I never ever coherent?

No more.

Or maybe a few more.

Please disregard this entirely.

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-01-29T12:01:00

2006-01-29T20:01:39Z

i'm soon to get an iPod.

and now that i've found engravings are free...

well.

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-01-22T17:44:00

2006-01-23T01:45:56Z

i am positively certain you aren't reading this right now.

i realize that this doesn't affect you in any way.

much like myself.

it's time that i stop living my life by yours.

fuck you.

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-01-22T00:34:00

2006-01-22T08:36:19Z

Tonight I met a thin guitarist who couldn't sing but pretended he could, a red haired girl with glasses with a four octave range, a percussionist who was always smiling, and an enchating electric hip hop violin player who picked me up and spun me 'round in circles during the jam session. i have decided that music is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

the moment that violin player does another show in vancouver, i am gathering a posse. it will be the posse of posses.

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-01-16T01:00:00

2006-01-16T09:04:04Z

What debates were really like in pre-Socratic Greece:

Dear Anaximander

You're stupid

Love, Anaximines.

Dear Anaximenes

Dude. Reality is made up of air? Whatever.

Love, Anaximander.

Dear Anaximander

Oh, what? Reality is made up of apeiron?

Bite me.

Love, Anaximenes

Dear Anaximenes

I fucked your mom.

Love Anaximander.

fahrenheitjones @ 2006-01-07T00:53:00

2006-01-07T09:30:27Z

I don't do it often. I swear.

• × •I N F O R M A T I O N • × •
Name: Grace
Single or taken: Taken
Sex: Female
Siblings: Smaller brother thing
Hair colour: Currently blackpurple.
Eye colour: Saddeningly vague. Some kinda brown.
Height: 5'6

• × • R E L A T I O N S H I P S • × •
Are you straight/bisexual/gay/lesbian?: Somewhere between straight and bi.
Who are your best friends?: Buffsters, flexies, Kelsey.
You have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Boyfriend. With a girl's name.
How many exes do you have?: Two. Possibly three, if you're definition of "relationshi" is extremely exclusive.
What is your longest relationship?: Two and a half years. And counting.
What was your shortest relationship?: Say a week?

• × • F A S H I O N | S T U F F • × •
Where is your favourite place to shop for clothes: Anywhere colorful and vintage.
Any tattoos or piercings: Tongue, ears, navel. I'm planning on a sailor-ish tattoo either on my upper arm or between my breasts, but that'll depend on many, many things.
What is your sexiest outfit?: I've whimsied up far too many to number.
What is your most comfortable outfit?: Pyjamas.
What do you usually wear?: A cloud of general doom.

• × • S P E C I F I C S • × •
Do you do drugs?: Legal and light ones.
What kind of shampoo do you use?: Whatever is closest.
What are you listening to right now: Hell Yes, by Beck. It goes without saying that I'm also grooving. Old school.
Who is the last person that called you?: I'll go with the boyfriend, because I can't remember and it's most likely.
Where do you want to get married?: On top of a car.
What would you change about yourself?: My crippling addiction to snacks. And my insecurities about my crippling addiction to snacks.

• × • F A V O R I T E S • × •
Girls names: Kai. Or Dylan. Pity my eventual daughter.
Boys names: Amadeus. Jack.

• × • H A V E | Y O U | E V E R • × •
Given anyone a bath?: No.
Smoked?: Yes.
Made yourself throw up?: Yes.
Ever been in love?: Yes
Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: No, but I've faked a period to get out of gym class.
Actually seen your crush naked?: Sadly enough, only one of my crushes. After a year.
Cried when someone died?: Yes.
Been rejected?: Too many times to count.
Rejected someone?: More and more brutally as the years go on. I'm losing my sensitivity.
Used someone?: I have no doubts.
Done something you regret?: Of course.

• × • C U R R E N T • × •
Clothes: Black jeans, studded belt, shakespeare "prose before hos" t-shirt.
Music: The Fallen, by Franz Ferdinand.
Annoyance: Period, when I shouldn't be having it. My birth control pills are screwing me over.
Smell: Nostril.
Cd in player: Empty. I thrive on pirated MP3s.
DVD in player: Again, empty. For some bizarre reason, I refuse to download movies.

• × • L A S T | P E R S O N • × •
You touched: Probably dad, when I elbowed him in the car and nearly made him drive off the road.
Hugged: My uncle Brian. He smelled like philosophy.
You IMed: Jessie, my lovely little mad hatter.
You yelled at: Actors on stage. During a performance.
You kissed: I'm gonna have to go with the boyfriend again. I can't remember, but I believe it's safe to say.

• × • W H O | D O | Y O U | W A N N A • × •
Kill?: I'm going to have to go with Rush Limbaugh. There's really no question over this. Except for the process. I doubt I'd have the guts to do it myself, so I'd have to hire someone. Kayla, undoubtedly, is the best candidate. I'll just pull a Clockwork Orange and make her watch his show on repeat.
Slap: A few cast members. No, just one cast member.
Get really wasted with?: Interesting. Kelsey. Or Kai, 'cuz we usually do.
Get high with: Ain't got no answer.
Talk to offline: Kelsey. Because we only talk over MSN, and it saddens me.
Talk to online: ...no one in particular. I don't talk online because of the quality of conversation, but because of the quantity.
Sex it up with: Josh Gyllenhaal, Anthony Kiedis, or Andre 3000. As far a fruitless wishing goes.

• × • R A N D O M • × •
In the morning: I am not a good person to speak with.
All you need is: Money. I mean...love.
Love is: something that cannot help but be experienced by everyone.
I dream about: Am I honestly expected to sum up my dreams in one sentence?
Sexual preference: This is one of the second questions that's been repeated. And I have no desire to be vague about sexuality once more.
What do you notice first in the sex you're into: Style, talent.

• × • W H I C H | I S | B E T T E R • × •
Coke or Pepsi: I can't tell the difference.
Flowers or candy: Neither. The love of my life will bring me $5.00 earrings from Bang On.
Tall or short: Tall. Dating short people make me feel very awkward. And gangly. Can't forget the gangly.

• × • W H O • × •
Makes you laugh the most: Sarah Jackson. Undoubtedly.
Makes you smile: I smile at absolutely everything. I'd smile if I was being raped. Question inapplicable.
Gives you a funny feeling when you see him/her: Carmin. Yeah, still. I know. Dork.

• × • D O | Y O U | E V E R • × •
Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to IM you?: Do I.
Wish you were a member of the opposite sex?: More often than not.
Wish you were younger: I had a brief nostalgia for 16 when I turned 17. But then I decided 16 was bullshit.
Cry because someone said something to you?: Yes indeed.

• × • N U M B E R • × •
Of times I have had my heart broken: I'd say...twice.
Of hearts I have broken: Millions, dahling.
Of guys I've kissed: Five.
Of girls I've kissed: Three. Not counting the "spin the bottle" sessions in grade eight. Good lord.

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In other news, I have discovered the magic of paintshop brushes. And now I am a lean, mean downloading machine, capable of weilding a million brushes in her paint pallette and making pointless image after image.

Three cheers.

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-12-31T12:06:00

2005-12-31T20:07:17Z

New years resolutions:

Read more.

Write more.

Don't be such a fucking goon.

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-12-27T13:38:00

2005-12-27T21:38:59Z

i am sticky with extensive hair damage.

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-12-26T01:04:00

2005-12-26T09:06:51Z

Yeah, I know, it's been forever.

But I bring you seasonal wishes.

And eye candy.

i love this image, even if only for the look on gyllenhaal's face. as for the foot? i don't know. i can only presume that there was some general cheekiness going on a moment beforehand. on the ceiling.

for obvious reasons. come on.

On a slightly related note, everyone reading this should make an effort to go see Brokeback Mountain. There is too much that can be said about this movie, but I think the most powerful point is this: considering homophobia is pretty much the only socially sanctioned bigotry left, this is the only truly real Romeo and Juliet story I've seen set roughly in our time. Or Romeo and Romeo, make your lame jokes here.

End.

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-12-08T21:17:00

2005-12-09T05:29:01Z

1. How many songs do you have on your computer?
433

2. Sort by song name--What are your first and last songs?
First: 3 AM piano acoustic, by Matchbox 20
Last: You're in my heart little pretty, by Pepper's Ghost

3. Sort by album--What are your first and last albums?
First: 40 oz. to freedom, Sublime
Last: Ziggy Stardust, David Bowie

4. Sort by time--What are your shortest and longest songs?
Shortest: My God, by K'naan (22 seconds)
Longest: Super Bad, by James Brown (9 minutes, 6 seconds)

5. Sort by last played--What were the first and last songs played on your computer?
Last: "Get offa my cloud" by the Rolling Stones
First: "Bohemian like you" by the Dandy Warhols

6. Search for "Love"--How many songs are listed?
22 songs
No Chump Love Sucker, My Lovely Man, and Love Trilogy by the Red Hot Chili Peppers
Crazy Little Thing Called love, by Elvis Presley
Love in Vain, Robert Johnson

7. Search for "Hate"--How many songs are listed?
2 songs
I Hate Myself for Loving You, by Joan Jett
Hate to Say I Told you So, by the Hives

8. Search for "Day"--How many songs are listed?
7 songs
Mostly Greenday
The Day After Tomorrow, by Tom Waits
Marry the Man Today, from Guys and Dolls

9. Search for "Night"--How many songs are listed?
9 songs
Joy to the World, by Three Dog Night
Midnight Radio, from Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Are you Lonesome Tonight, by Elvis Presley

10. What are your top five most played songs?
Gold Digger (Kanye West and Jaimie Fox), Plush Acoustic (Stone Temple Pilots), The Denial Twist (The White Stripes), Avalanche (Butthole Surfers), Heart Shaped Box (Nirvana)

w00t.

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-12-04T03:34:00

2005-12-04T11:36:57Z

drunk as a fox. sober as a judge.

this night was fun and i feel accepted. i am not typing in french. orange juice and vodka are delicious on their own, but gross when combined. take my word for it.

snow is wonderful.

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-11-28T18:42:00

2005-11-29T02:42:29Z

lonely

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-11-26T14:28:00

2005-11-26T22:33:44Z

So grad photos fucking rocked. They let me take photos with my bass and ridiculously giant sunglasses. And I was the only one who could name the music playing over the speakers, Bob Marley. For this, I won the respect of the sarcastic photographer in the "library" setting. Pwnzrzz.

I didn't like having to look at my friend's posing in the white room. You get this awful sense of deja vu watching them pose as you realize they are the same poses that graduates have done year after year after year - the stuff we're used to seeing in yearbooks. Yes, I know, another startling revelation. Honestly though, that and seeing myself in a grad robe and fuck heels really gave me a strange feeling. Not half as glamorous as I expected. Or mature, really.

However, one of the photographers with a nose ring saw the Chilis sticker on my bass and we developed an instant bond. She said that I was her "cool" one for the day. Very flattering.

S'all I got.

Bitches.

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-11-17T22:32:00

2005-11-18T06:35:18Z

My computer has decided that it's "opposite day". Consequentially, the caps lock is on right now.

Yeah, I don't get it either. And it won't change.

But I'm still relatively satisfied. I went and tried on a bunch of vintage dresses today at stores with snobby people behind the cash registers, so it was wonderful to be able to emerge from the dressing room and shrug and say "These dresses just aren't working, dahling, I'll have to catch you on the flip side."

While my plans for a grad photo mohawk have definitely dimmed, seeing as I'd look awful with a mohawk, the hair will only get longer and bigger. Although I know, rather instinctively, that it will be a disaster, I can't help but be excited.

Graduating!

Look at me graduate!

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-10-21T08:05:00

2005-10-21T15:06:03Z

got myself a shirt.

says "eat the rich".

10 out of 10 homeless people on the drive enjoy it.

but i spilled grease on it the other night.

fuuuuuuuuck.

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-10-21T01:09:00

2005-10-21T08:09:49Z

ohgodohgodohgodicantsleep

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-10-19T20:05:00

2005-10-20T03:06:25Z

A little late, but appropriate.

"Canada celebrates a version of Thanksgiving that's remarkably similar to America's Thanksgiving, except for a few critical differences. In Canada, rather than eat turkey, they eat live snakes and the brains of monkeys. This gruesome dinner is almost always accompanied by a tall glass of moose blood and the sacrifice of a virgin maple tree at the hands of a lumberjack cloaked in an executioner's hood. Canadian Thanksgiving dates back to Sir Martin Frobisher, who, like Vlad the Impaler, was known for his bloodlust and savagery. It took an army of priests and 189.27 litres of holy water to kill him, but they never could destroy his influence on the developing nation. Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving the second Monday in October, when the blood harvest ends."

-Something Awful

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-10-19T00:25:00

2005-10-19T07:26:16Z

lovelyylevol

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-10-09T08:57:00

2005-10-09T16:21:35Z

This just seems like too good an idea:

Go to google.com and type "(your name) needs" Then pick the 5 funniest ones there.
(If your name is James, you would put this in to the search engine: "James needs"; you got the idea.)

Then copy and paste this into a new bulletin with your answers filled in:

Grace needs you Gabriel. Go, go quickly to New Orleans.
That's why Grace needs new servants despite the wartime shortage of labour
Grace needs to scratch and climb
Her eccentric best friend Selena decides that Grace needs a man, and not just any man, she needs Julian of Macedon
Grace needs to get her head out of her ass and her lips off of her producer's genitals.

On a closing note for Sarah and J-dog:

fuk u snack ass ho i saw u snackin on oreos lik a fukin horse r whateva in clas n u munchin the hole room hear u gettin fat hoe slut wit ur big ass horse face n teth look like mr. ed tryiin to talk but some1 fart in ya grill so u couldent
-somethingawful.com

ahhh...heh. ha ha.

fahrenheitjones @ 2005-10-09T01:52:00

2005-10-09T08:52:48Z

i'm just a little...

this is going to fucking suck.