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Sometimes people can get really talkative and stuff when they're feeling a little bored or nervous or anxious or stuff, and so I present to my Talk About Nothing Thread where people can babble and ramble and whatever just because THEY CAN OKAY? Plus, sometimes certain people feel bad for clogging up certain threads or just generally annoying people with their own useless babble so they make threads like this one! :D YEAH BECAUSE I CAN OKAY. So. Lessee here. I...like...to sing. Yes, I do, it's a proven fact and I *would* write an essay on that except Im supposed to be doing another one right now only I'm kinda the opposite of genius so it's a little hard and I procrastinate with too-hard things. Yep! I also like to talk. Jellyiosin Excessivio Talkingosis, commonly known as Jelly's excessive talking, or Jelly-babble, is known to be caused by unexplained stress or anxiety. Jelly McJellz is notorious for her most annoying tendency to get stressed at the smallest things, thus meaning bad things, and that is enough of that. In addition to my great love for talking and singing, I also enjoy my cats, Meeko, Misty, Felicity, and Meena. They cause me great joy; indeed, they cause me great joy all the time, even when they throw up on my carpet and I use the wrong chemical to clean it! I have over 90 pictures on my phone of my cats. Also, food causes me great pleasure, particularly a lot of kinds. Nice people have also been known to make me happy, as do little kids because they are the wonders of the earth. Really. Unfortunately, I have to stop my ramblings. Which took me half an hour to write cos I was doing it in between talking to my great Elfy pal. We had a very exhilirating five minutes conversation in which - get this - only EMOTICONS were used. It was difficult, yes, but elfy got virtual ice cream in the end so i think it was worth it. And that is all. That is my tale. I hope ya'll enjoyed it.
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Not silly. What does that mean????
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Boo. xP Jelly cannot write a synthesis paper to save her freaking life. It's sad. It's annoying. How can I have two bright parents but no smarts? I DON'T UNDERSTAND!!! Fanfiction inflated my writing ego, and then 10th grade English had to come along and disprove any notion I had that I was actually decent at writing. Lalalalalala I'm going to be up 'till midnight at least, except I'm not allowed to, so I have no idea how that's gonna work. La-dee-dah, *I* "fail". Not elfy. ;D Boom boom boom, I want you in my room. You could mean a variety of things, I think, but I don't know what. Bah. ...It could mean a sheep!!! -loser- Waiiiiiit!!!! Not loser. -LAMER-
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Ho-hum. It appears my efforts to get work done have been futile! And i've actually worked this whole time, too! Minimal slacking! OHMYGOD WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOOOO. Not even a paaaaage with my name and title and stuff.
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This thread is now going to become my talking-things-out thread, since I legit think no one reads anything anymore, which means essentially I'm just talking to myself. Which is fine! That means no one can hate me since there will literally be NO ONE to hate me! ;D Okay. I dunno where to start. Hmmm. Basically...I don't want to grow up. Like, not just oh-god-I'll actually-have-responsibility don't-want-to-grow-up-ness, but I am seriously, one hundred percent terrified of growing up. I can barely be without my family for three or four days without becoming homesick, and even if I don't, I call them every night. I have to have attention or else I become extremely lonely and depressed, and most normal people can go a few minutes without being told they're funny, without being hugged, et cetera. I can't. It doesn't help that I can be super-shy, and I just sink into this horrid mood when I don't know many people and I'm sitting by myself or just listening to a conversation like a fly on the wall. And I don't mean a bad i-hate-the-world mood, but I just feel like the biggest loser on the face of the earth and I start demeaning myself, telling myself I'll never be good enough, et cetera. It used to be I'd feel that way after only five minutes, even after telling myself I *am* a loser for not trying to talk to people, but I just...I just can't do it. Now I can go fifteen-twenty minutes or so, which sounds like the lamest thing ever but for me it's a huge improvement. Also, in my youth group, the only reason people would continue to talk to me was because they thought I was cute. It didn't matter that I was shy, they thought I could be funny sometimes and that made them like me. (these are all amazingly outgoing people, btw.) But now there's this new girl who is super cute and funny and even tinier than I am, and already I'm not getting the reassurances that I'm...not that bad a girl. It's not their fault at all for liking the new girl, they're very welcoming people, but I feel that since I'm not outgoing enough, even though I'm on board, I'm just going to fade away and they won't talk to me that much. And I need attention. Not spotlight attention, you know, just people talking to me. And I know I'm being ridiculous, I understand people aren't going to compliment me 100 times a day, but I always feel rejected and unwanted regardless. And of course none of this is helping my hair pulling, but that's whole different problem that I don't even know how to deal with. I told my mom sometimes I put down the ** silly putty and do it anyway, and she just said, "well it won't help you if you don't use it." and i was just like UM I THINK I WAS. And too bad I don't have any eyebrows for the show in nine days. But anyway. I have a headache already so we're keeping my childish waterworks to a minimum. XD Moving on. Also, I can't seem to get any motivation to do my work depsite my want to succeed and get into college, which is another reason why I don't want to grow up - I'm afraid I won't do well. I'm afraid I'm going to fail, actually, and that I won't get into medical school and find a good job and be able to live without being in debt. I can't handle rejection, either. At all. I don't want to let myself "like-like" anyone, because inevitably they'll find someone else better than me and I just...I need attention. You know. Yay for even more superficiality from Jelly! ;D Moving on, touchy topic... Okay. I've already confessed one of the following to one person, but the second I haven't, and I feel really bad about even thinking it but I just need to let it out because I NEED to talk, I'm not nearly strong enough to hold things in like some people can which is a little upsetting since I've had interests in psychology/behavioral therapy, but my dad doesn't think I can do it and I agree with him. Anyway! Both confessions deal with Jelly's constant craving for attention. Number one is that sometimes she would put on acts for attention. Not just to real life people. To the people who used to go on here, too. And I don't mean...I dunno. Like, sometimes I would act really hyper just so people would laugh or say I was amusing or whatever. And I don't do that anymore, I promise, but I felt really bad about it and though I should come clean. These days I'm always in a good mood. Sad thing is, just talking to people I like makes me hyper. That's how ridiculous I am - all it takes is people to make me happy. xP Second is SOOOO SELFISH. Like, I really would hate myself if I weren't myself, I'm certain of it. But. Okay. So, I was really, really, excited when the bas fell apart after that whole Sae thing. I didn't enjoy seeing people hating each other, but when Switzerland was created, I was sooo happy that i would finally be able to talk to people again on one easy-to-access forum. And for about a month it went fairly well. But then stuff on the bas smoothed out and the troubles were over. And now that everything is all cheery over there again, people have completely forgotten about this place (I know, I know, it's all my fault) and I have no one to talk to anymore. And I don't even need to remind you about my need for attention. That's the motif/theme/whatever of jelly's weirdness. But people are busy, and instead of realizing they're busy, I think they just don't care about me anymore, even though there's the whole "out of sight, out of mind" thing. So now that I have forum alerts from the bas, I'm SO ** JEALOUS it's shameful. I wish I could post there and talk to people, half of which don't even know who I am, which makes me sad. So now I don't want any alerts because I'm NOT stronger than yesterday, Britney Spears! ;P On the contrary. I think I'm done!! That's the gist of things, anyway. I'll just pretend not to notice the fact that I spent an hour whining and complaining about trivial things like "boohoo i don't get a million compliments a day". If anyone actually comes on here, please don't judge me. I really wish I could change completely, but I've been trying to become more indifferent and have only made a little progress. I don't want to grow uppppp. ): If this was an essay, I'd get F for this being all over the place. But I suck at english anyway cos I'm a horrible writer. But that's okay! Ohmygosh I'm such a bad person. Don't hate me. ;-;
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LALALA
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lalala
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DON'T LALALA AT ME, MISSY :(
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Blah. :P Anything for you, though! (although I wasn't LALALAing, I was singing beautiful G rated music.)
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Ohmygod. I don't have any dressy long-sleeved clothes to wear to services tomorrow, which I just found out about. And my mom's going. I'm kinda freaking out right now, she can't see my arm...she can't...I don't know how convincing my story is...
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Silly mom didn't even notice! She did ask me, though, if I've been feeling all right lately and I told her I've been feeling depressed even after I'm mostly done PMSing and I don't know why and I started to cry a little. But she told me "not to worry", I'm "not actually depressed". Which basically means that I really am stupid. xP Which doesn't surprise me, but still, I was kinda hoping I would have at least a tiny excuse for my wrongdoings. Blahhh if she had just looked down at my exposed arm, she WOULD HAVE SEEN IT like I kinda-sorta hoped she would because I'm not sure why. But whatever. XD I found a really awesome story on here, though, that made me go, "Woah!" since it did a pretty good job of summing everything up. It wasn't excellent and it was more of an extreme case then mine, but still...it hit fairly close to home. http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2510049/1/Catharsis
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Oh, what did you do to your arm, Jelly? D: I kinda wanna know, but I think I may already know...? ;-;
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Er...if you think you already know, you definitely already know. :P My arm has not suffered abuse since Monday, though, so yay for me! (?) Jelly's about to explode because her friend didn't send Jelly her half of the research paper and Jelly has yet to finish *her* own half, so now she has to write 3/4 of a research paper all by herself. By first period tomorrow morning. xP
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Jelly, honey, don't do that. It doesn't solve anything. I know, because I used to do it too.
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Neh. Easier said than done. xP I appreciate your...input/concern/etc., I really do, but I am definitely a creature of habit and once I start something it's realllllyyyy really hard for me to stop and I've never had great self-control, so basically. Basically...I'm a horrible person. :P Sorry. How did you stop, though?
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You are not a horrible person. I stopped when my best friend noticed the scars that were on my thigh (where I did it) and confronted me about it. I had been staying the night at her house and was changing. She flat out said, "What the f*ck are you doing to yourself?" And I cried, and she talked me down, told me I wasn't alone, she cared, told me she didn't want me to hurt myself because she didn't want me to hurt. She told me she was going to call my mom, but I told(begged) her not to. She eventually told me she wouldn't, but she still checks me semi-regularly for new cuts. And that is why I'm a little in love with my best friend. And I know it's hard. But really, it does NOTHING good for you. I'm not trying to sound like your health teacher, or an afterschool special, but it's true. I'm saying as your friend, and as someone who's been there, it does no good.
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-sigh- I know. But I usually don't want to do it until right I do it, if that makes any sense. I'll be fine, la la la la, and then I'll drop into a mood and someone says one tiny thing or does one tiny thing which makes me feel bad about myself and then this fiery hot anger at myself will just build up and my heart rate will speed up and my breathing quickens and then I'll do it. Not good. I know. :P But I...I dunno. I have nothing to defend myself with, not that I should because it is a horrible thing, but OHMYGOODNESS i don't know what I'm trying to say. XD I don't do it often? And they're not all that deep? Anywho. That's a mighty good best friend, and I'm glad you were able to stop. (:
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Jelly, darling, I wish I could provide the proper comfort, but I've never been stuck in such a pickle, and hope I never will be. :( I just hope you'll stop, because it really only brings more pain than you already have.
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Thanks for trying to help. (: But I told, fyi. Didn't do me much good, I don't think, possibly because I feel even worse about myself than I did before, thanks to my dad. But what can you do?
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*poofs from oblivion to give melly-jelly a humungo hug and disappears again* my phone's not working again, fyi :(. i'll call you when it starts working. just so you know i'm not ignoring you ♥
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gotcha. i was just starting to worry about *you*, really, but you can look forward to like three million texts from me, lmao. :P -hugs- -and hugs- -and hugs-
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La la la la. I am arguing with my boyfriend. It is not fun. If I'm unusually cheery, that's why. I'm surpressing the desire to scream.
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Aw, but maybe screaming is what you really need to do. ): Unless it is neither the time nor place. Either way, I'm sorry you two are having an arguement.
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Neither time or place.
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Meeeh. I was feeling so good for two weeks...why did things have to change?
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I don't know. ): I just feel empty. And I can't cry -- I need to cry. I always feel better when I cry.
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;-;
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Eh. I feel better today! :D And not just because I did what I shouldn't have done. I just had a nice mood lift. :)
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Ugh yeah never mind.
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*hearts Jelly* :(
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Heeee I heart you, too. (:
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I heart you both! (And will also not be on till Sunday at the earliest. MY SHOW IS STARTING TOMORROW.) (psst Jelly what happened? ): )
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YAY!! Good luck, Elfy-dear. (: (Nothing of particular importance, and I'm completely serious. :D)
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To anyone new: Hello!! I am Jelly! To anyone old: Come baaccckkk, please :P
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I would say I'm pretty old... to anyone new: Hiya! I'm Tiggy!
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Haha, yes -- you are indeed quite old! I wish this place was still alive...you guys made me happy. (:
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I say hi to all new and old members! :D
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I say hi to Elfy, WHO MUST TELL ME ALLLLL ABOUT HER TRIP!!!
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I"M GONNA DON'T YOU WORRY.
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ME. YOU. AIM. NOW.
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Me is tres sorry for not coming. ): I was at my Grandma's. I love my Grandma.
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Tiggy. Come herrrrrreeee.
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Is here... what's up Jellz?
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Oh goodness, I did not think you would respond so quickly! Uh...hi. :P I dunno. I just need to talk to someone...
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Well, what'd you do today? Me and my best friend walked around town together. We haven't seen each other in three weeks, and we both missed each other horribly. Remember my story You And I? Well, she's the "You". I don't know how we'll deal with things when we go off to college.
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): I'm sorry. Obviously she's had a huge impact on you, as shown in the amazing You and I. Written by you. Seriously, it was very good. One of my best friends is off at college, too...I'm currently hugging the teddy bear she gave me, in fact. xD I worked today. I will work tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the week after that, etc. ;D
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