shut up christine


Tuesday, October 26, 2004
      ( 3:33 AM ) shut up christine  
Alritey listen up everyone, I have an announcement
THE LIBRARY CAN SUCK IT
LONG LIVE DEBAUCHERY AND HEDONISM HOORAY

Did you know that my mum and dud periodically check me for tattoos/piercings?

Did you know that I was not allowed to watch The Simpsons or Married With Children when I was growing up?

Did you know that I had super long hair for most of my life because my dad said “girls are supposed to have long hair…if you cut your hair don’t come home”?

Did you notice how short my hair is?

Did you know that I was not allowed to say “shut up” because my mom said it was hooker talk and only prostitutes use language like that?
Do you like the title I picked for my blog?

random story i said to my sister “Jambo, Nanet…my new name is Jabuleleh and I’m going to live in South Africa for 2 years 3 months for the Peace Corps what do you think?” and you know what she said? she said “SHUT THE FUCK UP”

In other news…Thailand is all set, I placed a bid at skyauction.com and I got round trip airfare and hotel for a week for the bargain basement price of $796 which is pretty darn good considering the cheapest airfare I found otherwise was $633...not bad, not bad at all.
p.s. Nate can’t come anymore so I’m going to Bangkok by myself kinda scary but don’t worry I can handle it yo

which brings me to my next point
I know I just wrote a post about still feeling like a little kid, and its funny cuz this entry is the opposite…
There are a lot of people out there who watch out for me
and I know you have good intentions
you do it because you care and I appreciate that

But despite what everyone thinks, I am NOT gonna drop out of school get married in Vegas to some crazy I met on the internet and join the circus so can everyone just calm down thanks.

I know sometimes I come up with crazy ideas
and I am often met with adamant opposition (i.e. shut the fuck up)
but in the words of a very wise man named Crazy Gideon, “I may be crazy but I’m not stupid”

I know you want the best for me
but I can’t keep hiding in the corner when everyone else is changing into their leotards during dance class because I am the only 8th grader still wearing an undershirt with bow ties when everyone else is wearing their lacy black bras…
I can’t stay a kid forever
you can’t keep my titties from growing…
but you can take me to get a bra
I don’t need a fancy lacy one, just something for support

I’m at a weird place in my life right now where
I’m not a girl, not yet a woman
But all I need is time
A moment that is mine
While I’m in between...
I'm not a girl
There is no need to protect me
Its time that I
Learn to face up to this on my own
I've seen so much more than u know now
Don't tell me to shut my eyes
heheh yay Britney

Back to my point…
it’s like when you tell a kid not to do something it only makes them want to do it more
I’m going to drive at night whether you like it or not
I’m going to make mistakes I’m going to fall on my face regardless
I know it can be dangerous and scary out there that's not going to stop me
but I want you to know that I don’t always jump blindly
honestly I’m not going to pierce my clitoris
and I'm not as dumb as I look
I’m not asking you to not worry about me
I will always hear what you have to say but I can't guarantee that I'll listen
Trust my judgement
Trust me
and eventually I will go back to the library on my own

have a little faith

Love,
Jabuleleh :)
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