Wisdom from Justice.

Justice ranted to me about politics (which led to other fine subjects) the other day from her London home.

Why yes, this happened for real.

I compiled a paragraph of what she said with my laughing and agreeing and cheering edited out:

Justice: They are the most vinegary chips I've ever eaten in my entire life. Vinegar reminds me of Jesus.

Jasa: HAHA WHY.

Justice: I don't know. It has to do with easter eggs.

Okay for real:

"I hate it when people try to sound intelligent...Because we are all actually very stupid so there is no point in trying...We are all just repeating what somebody else said, and it didn't make sense when they said it, but people think if they keep repeating it it makes it make sense. But it doesn't. It's just as dumb as it was when the first person said it...And people are stupid to think they have to think about things. All politics is is over thinking...They just sit around and put a bunch of big words together like ideology and communal values and then they think they have said something interesting. But they haven't. Cause we are stupid. (Justice, you are making me laugh so hard.) Good, cause there is nothing else to do in life worth while except for laugh. Cause nothing makes sense! Actually, it all makes sense, but dumb butts have to sit around and think about things that already make sense, and make them not make sense anymore...Becuase if everyone just did what was right instead of think about it, then it would make senes. But if you have to think about it, then it doesn't make sense so you have to make something up that doesn't make sense to make it make sense, even though it already made sense before you thought about it!...Who cares what some dead head said a hundred years ago, because he was just as stupid as we are today, so there is no point in carrying about what he thought then, cause that was then and he is dead now, so it didn't make him immortal, so he had nothing important to say...The only wise people are the one's who know they're stupid."

There's nothing more to say after that. G'night.

Because Somebody is too good for words.

I had given up hope, but I am a ballerina again! God bless the Lord!

This was from my first park ranger party. I will miss that park ranger. She made one of my life dreams come true. Here's an uncropped picture of my life dream come true:

I am loved to a ridiculous degree.

Plaid, prisms, pansies, Pinocchio, portraits and plants.

I was waiting in line to rent my schoolbooks. The line winds like a three-hundred yard long snake throughout the first and second floors of the campus bookstore. Right near the end, you have to pass through the merchandise section full of ASU cups and mugs and glasses. I found this gem. Only $5.99!!!

I loved the world a lot that day.

Also, I have begun learning about something cooler than plants: mushrooms. I cannot even tell you how much of a dream class Mycology is. Too bad I'm not in it. Dream Class taught by the Dream Friend. My gosh, it's heaven.

I am to be an aunt.

It is a girl. She is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Look at that nose! And that red hair. She is going to be my best friend. I am going to make us matching dresses.

Tuesday I am going to meet the founder of my Southeast Kansas fan club. I can't wait. I am not sure why I have a fan club, but my hair doesn't. I am famous in these parts for my hair, but it's not getting credit.

My arms hurt very bad because I have been playing with a forty-four inch beach ball very harshly for the past two days. Brutal.

Lately Johnny Flynn has stolen my heart again. Stolen it and eaten it raw. Like raw tuna but I am not a fish.

I just have to share this because this was a life-changing moment for me:

(See 0:20.) Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think this would happen.

Hey look. There's Superchic[k] in the background.

A lick of ice-cream.

Though I am too short to see, I am in the crowd for a lot of these shots. Careful- you might fall in love like me.

I think I have become quite a more interesting person since the last time I wrote on here. But who actually knows. I've become a smellier person, this much is for certain truth. In fact, I have not showered for six weeks and six days. If you don't believe me, I will send you flakes of skin from my legs, a rug made of armpit hair and a smear made from the bacteria on my skin.

(Did you know there are more bacteria cells on and in you than there are body cells that make up you?)

My current favorite songs:

1. Shooting Star by Harper Simon.

1. Love Lost by Mindy Smith.

1. Bag of Hammers by Thao with The Get Down Stay Down.

1. Circa by Death Vessel.

I was faithfully, as a faithful student would, reading my Human Systems and Physiology book the other day a day before my final exam, and I turned the page and stumbled upon MY BROTHER!

With slightly enlarged buns and thighs!

How hilarious is that. It's like exactly him, minus a little bit of buns and thighs. Even the ice-climbing. Perfect. Silly Jesus. You're so sweet.

I am making the most wonderful thing I have ever made. It is not an original idea, but it don't even matter. ANNA, I seriously cannot wait to show you. And I am saving money so I can try to meet you this summer because I am brave and actually drive cars now.

I love you, world.

Really with her, there was very little in between.

it's like he's elvis and youre a funny little fanatic girl back in the day! listenin to breaking hips on the voodoo evilmagic speakerbox. no knowledge of these times obviously.

The following conversation actually took place:

Friend: Your show was great!

Jasa: Yes! You are the best.

Langhorne Slim (to Jasa): YOU'RE the best. Together, we are the best.

This was Christmas. No power. No water. A little bit of heat. Totally Amish.

I got a cup with a moustache on it.

Separate beings, taken as slaves they were.

This is my friend Ariel I drew. On the back of an envelope.

This is the Weiss Family. Dreams.

I got a goldfish. Its name is Calyx Mercury Catherine Boris Ephrussi. It has a sickness. I will heal it.

Update. But I didn't. It died.