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1st-Oct-2006 12:00 am(no subject)
JAson and Jaymie love
So without giving you details you do not need. My life is the most fantatstic of lives ever.

I have the perfect formula to being happy.

Jason + a job I love +a GREAT salary +my wonderful mother +Daily starbucks +jamba juices + learning= Jaymies fucking perfect existence.

I have this boy, andI really felt that I had lost him, that somewhere a long the line no matter how perfect i wanted to believe we were, I thought we weren't and now...I know we weren't

But now oh my god.oh my od. It is so mind blowing.I Have the best thing in the world.

You make me live.
You make me breathe.

Warning I will destroy your friend page right now
and I do NOT give a shit.

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My life has been a series of what I should do, and what I have been expected to do

everything I've done I've done for someone else,

You are the first thing that has ever been mine.

And I will not let you lose me, as much as I will NOT lose you
15th-Sep-2006 07:39 pm(no subject)
By <lj user=teh_indy>
Why does no one comment this journal?
Do you all not love me?
comment and tell me
12th-Sep-2006 02:56 pm - tell me how bad it is
By <lj user=teh_indy>
Jamie Hauser
Instructor: Staley
Writing 1
September 10, 2006

The mall is a place where people go to buy things, that’s all. They don’t go to socialize, anymore than walking with someone else who is buying things. It is cold and heartless, people to don’t stop to help someone else up. No one lends anyone else money. It is simply not that kind of place. The mall does not have a heart.
The long hallway seems like it should just have so much less in it. The entirty of the place seems far to cluttered, and simultaneously too big for the few things that are there. It is the result of poor planning, of someone having less faith in the building they were designing than they should have had. The lighting is bright, keeping the colors very pale, as if to give the building an even bigger, and more expansive look. Sun filters through the thick glass of the sunlight. Kept clean, by diligent workers. It adds a natural glow to the room that would otherwise look shallow and empty. It fills in the same kind of ambience that the fake plants give it. In the corners, and filling in the empty spots, are bunches of far too green, fake plants. It brings nature into place where no one really wants to thinking about nature, there isn’t even a sport goods store. It’s a rouse, it makes it fake. The only way anyone would notice that there were those plants, is if they were suddenly taken away, because then the mall would seem even larger and more intrusive. It all lacks personality, and all the people fade right into that lack of personality.
The people circle their goods like sharks circling prey. The shark-people hold onto their shark-children’s hands. Loud squealing noise pour out of the mouths of the younger when they yank and tug on the shark-adults arms for a particular good they find appealing. The shark-people pull back making a low mumbling noise. It is to very embarrassing for them to be standing here with a small child, so very inconvenient. Some of the people even have small cloth harness’ hooked on to the shark-child, to which they attach a leash. Everything is a bother, everything annoys the shark-people, they are devoid of any kind of caring while they are here attending to their own business. Every couple of feet there is an opening full of treasures. The Shark-people wander around inside them inspecting every piece of prey for the slightest imperfect, the most obvious flaws are noticed and they move on to find the next piece of prey. Shark-people stand selling pieces of whatever-they-sell. No one pauses to talk to each other unless they can shop more with each other. This is not a place where people gather anymore, this is only a place where people buy until they have no more money, and return home so they can probe around for more of the silly little green bills, to come back and buy more. Nothing here is even very practical. Just pretty things that the shark-people want to have to brag to other shark-people.
The place smells sterile, like floors that have been washed hundred of times. The slight lemony, floor cleaner smell that no one really likes lingers in the air. Occasionally a person passes bringing their own scent, one of the only things that set them apart from every other shark person. There is one place that defies the law of the mall smelling boring, and that is the food court. The juice place issues out scents of citrus, almost flowery in the way it fills people. No one emptying that store is frowning. The cheap fast food all smells greasy, like a heart attack just waiting to strike. The oriental place spews out spices, eccentric, and original. Everyone feels warm as they walk past it. Out of all the places in this huge hallway, this is the only part that has any personality. The food court is where the shark-people stop and smile at each other. They sit on the slightly dirty tables, making sure of course to keep their food on their trays, and they pull their prey out of their shopping bags. Secretly they all hope another shark-person will look over and be intensely jealous (few look around). No one wants to admit that they are not the best, but at least here, with all the smells, and the tastes they can let down their guard enough to connect with someone else, or to just take some down time to be human humans, instead of shark-people.
This place is contagious, the moment you enter the large hall with the noises that bundle together in the middle and explode out to everyone, and assault their ears. The people here are fake, if only while in those doors.
1st-Sep-2006 11:16 pm(no subject)
By <lj user=teh_indy>
Things are looking up. I might even get to live with my boyfriend next year. OMG that would be so amazing. I cannot even begin to tell you how great it would be if we could just live together and be happy. wow. The community college I am hoping to attend next year is 13 minutes from UVa. So...maybe just maybe this one time, everything will just fall into place. Possibly not....but maybe. I'm TERRIFIED to get my hopes up. but at the same time, I really want to be happy...I really want to be excited, i want to live with him. And then I want to marry him...I want to be all grown up with him..
31st-Aug-2006 02:02 pm - omg
By <lj user=teh_indy>
Everyone keeps treating me like I should be okay right now.
Especially my boyfriend.
30th-Aug-2006 09:50 pm - Shit....hit the fan
Why can't my dad stop letting my family down?

He had an affair. With this woman he took me and my little brother to meet, this woman I liked, this woman I trusted. My mom forgives him she always fucking forgives him. She's such a good, smart person. He pulls her around and won't let her do what she wants. She went to school for 6 years and now he wants to force her into a difference feild of study. She has dreams again and he's crushng them all systematically. The more I think about the more tricked and used I feel. He is the worst person I have ever heard of. I hate everything about him. There isn;t even anyone for me to talk to this about, mom has adult friends she can confide in. I have Jason but he doesn't know what this is like, how it feels to know your family is a lie. I feel like I have all this anger in me, all this horrible saddness, all this betrayl.

This is why the world is such a fucked up place. This is why people kill other people and get all fucked up. Because no one can just be honest and real. No one can love someone enough to just take care of them, they have to fuck everyone they can. Fuck him...fuck everything he ever said to me. Now i'll just use him to pay for my college and finance my trips to virginia. God knows...it's what he does to my mom.

Oh, and I'm getting tested for skin cancer, JOY
29th-Aug-2006 09:07 pm - OMG
By <lj user=teh_indy>
Happy Birthday Jason Shore. I love you

The most important boy in the world just turned 18

Go to waffleoppolis His journal and wish him a happy one please.
28th-Aug-2006 11:11 pm - Dear Jason
By <lj user=teh_indy>
I Don't think you'll read this right away, I know you don't often look at these, but...I love you. Ridculously. No matter what happened today...no matter what happens tomorrow or the next day, this isn;t something that wlll go away, I will always love you. Maybe I wasn't so sure of that not to long ago, b ut now I know beyond a doubt. I love you. Have a GREAT day tomorrow. and have an even better birthday the next day. I LOVE YOU YOU HO.

Love, Jamie
28th-Aug-2006 07:52 pm - Hello everyone
By <lj user=teh_indy>
This is my first entry in the journal because something really weird happened to my last one and I no long trusted it with my memories and my pictures and things. I hope nothing happens with this one. Introductorty post. My name is Jaymie Cee Hauser. I'm 18 years old. I am engaged and of course full intend to marry the boy. His name is Jason Shore. He is my everything. I have a lot of friends, they mean everything to me. I'm not big into people who don't try and understand other people. Even if I don't like you, I probably tried to like you. And you just weren't worth it. Um I live in San Clemente Cali, and I'm sick of it. I miss Virginia beach. Well I'm here so this all good
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