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Hi guys! You've just found the Jlog of Jade Amber! Now you might be wondering: "What in the world is a 'Jlog'?" Well, a jlog is a mash of journal and blog. Since they give you an option for a title: Journal/Blog, I decided to mash them together! Hence the name 'Jlog'. So please enjoy a cup of Joe whilst you read and I will try to remember to 'Jlog' every day. While we're at it, enjoy these quotes I found online: Wake up with determination, go to sleep with satisfaction. Be happy and smile. Don't call it a dream, call it a plan. Life is tough, but so are you. -Stephanie Bennett-Henry Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, which all has the potential to turn someone's life around. -Leo Buscaglia Side note!
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| Today, we are talking about weird laws. The weird law for today is "Dying is illegal in the House of Parliaments." It's the weirdest law, voted by British citizens. And today, we are going to make our own weird law. Mine is this: No eating breakfast meals for dinner, but you can eat dinner for breakfast. Now you might be befuddled by that, so let me explain it to you again. People eat eggs and bacon for dinner, but they will not eat sandwiches or pizza for breakfast. Why? Because it's weird. Now don't you think it's weird to eat breakfast for dinner, yet people still do it? I just think that people saying it's weird to eat breakfast for dinner and not the other way around is inconceivable! Oh, and my thoughts on our weird law for today? Inconceivable! |
| Well, I don't know yet. Though for the longest time, I thought in "Blank Space" Taylor said: "Gotta love them Starbucks lovers" but I finally righted myself on the horse of messing up and reminded myself that it's: "Gotta love them star struck lovers". Yeah, big difference. But one thing I do remember is when a friend of mine, who's name is Luke, had thought that the song "Heathens" by Twenty One Pilots went at one part: "All my friends are heathens take it slow/ all my friends are heathens", but I knew he was wrong because I had memorized the lyrics. At the time, he had most of TOP's songs memorized and I had only a few memorized. But I was sure that on a shadow of a doubt, he was wrong. So in order to figure out who's wrong, we looked it up on YouTube. We got to the part where he sings that part and sure enough, he was wrong. He apologized and that was that. Lesson: Never brag or say something's right until you're absolutely sure about it. Otherwise, you'll probably be nipped in the bud. |
| Well... Since I'm a teen and I'm not really supposed to be in love or in a relationship, this isn't about love. This was when I was young, about 4 or 5, maybe even 6. So, at that time, I hated my name. Reasons, I can't remember, but I just hated it, so I changed it to "Sally". But I don't think I was "Sally" for a long time, probably just a few hours or a couple of days. And today, I change my name because it's hard for some people to pronounce it. My friends and best friends can easily pronounce it, but people who are friends of my parents or my mom's clients have a hard time. The different variations are: Shana, Shauna/Shawna, Shannan and Shannon. Now when I was younger, I hated it when people mispronounced my name, but now I've gotten used to it. But, there are times when I feel like changing my name again, but this time, to Shannon, since it's easier to say. But not only that, people have trouble spelling my name as well, like Shannah and Shana. And people also have trouble with my family's last name, but I won't tell y'all yet. |
| Calliopean. Piercingly loud. But the sounds you are about to hear, er read about, aren't so loud. If you are in your house. You've just crossed over into... The Not-so-Loud-If-You're-In-Your-House Sounds Zone. Okay, Chuck! We need to work on our show title! It just ain't working. *ahem* These are the sounds of police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances whining by. The sound of gun shots as a man fires his shotgun to make Canadian Geese flee. The sound of a cat, fighting with the cat next door or a stray. The sound of a transformer blowing. The sound of a motorcycle, zooming up and down the street. Now, imagine what it would be like with all those sounds going at the same time. Wait! Wait! Don't! It would be unbearable. Only Data would be able to decipher which sound was which. To us, it's just noise. Chuck!! Where's the story? I was the follow-up! Where's everything else? It can't be a recreation of "The Twilight Zone" without a story! Wait. They cut the story? Then why am I here? "Because the T.V. company needed time in between T.V. shows, and we helped fill the gap." *ahem* Anyway, I'm Jade Jewel. Thanks for reading. |
I got sick, common cold, sore throat, fever, runny nose, the works, and today I'm feeling better!  Here's what happened. On Wednesday, I woke up and had a sore throat because I was sneezing the day before. As days progressed, it got worse. Day two, or Thursday, well more like Thursday morning, I had a fever. Now before I had found that out, I didn't sleep very well, I kept waking up and falling asleep until it got to 2:30ish. At that time, I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went to the couch. But as I was doing that, I started coughing which then led to my dad hearing me, thus making him come to my aid. He helped me figure out that I had a fever, that I needed to take pills for the fever, and we talked for a few minutes. When it was 3:00, he went to bed, but I stayed up until Mom got up, which was at 5:30. She then sent me to bed where I slept into the morning. Thursday morning, that is. Then on Friday, I felt good enough, that my mom and dad went on their monthly trip to Savannah, and I stayed at a friend's house. But then on Saturday, yesterday, I had an earache, which was probably an infection. I hurt so bad, I cried, making it worse and I didn't know it. But with the help of a neighbor, Star Trek: Next Generation and a rice sock, my ear was able to heal. Thankfully, our next door neighbors, who moved in a couple months ago, the wife is a nurse, so she was able to help tell Mom what to do with my earache. And now, throat, ear, and temperature are all back to normal, all I have now is a cough and a runny nose, which both are easy to take care of. And since I'm better, we get to go watch a movie as a family today!  |
| Well Ms. Hopkins, if you don't believe me when I say that Fido ate my homework, I'll tell you what "really" happened. It started on a day that was called Thursday, but I call it "The Day Fido Ate My Homework; On Purpose". Yes, he ate it on purpose, Ms. Hopkins, please pay attention. Anyway, it was a normal Thursday, or at least I thought it was normal. I just got home, when all of the sudden, I heard a knock on our door. I opened it up and saw Jim, my best friend. We started talking a little, we talked about the basketball team, the upcoming b-ball game, and the cutest girl in our class. "Come on Avery! Charlotte is not the cutest girl." debated Jim. "Since what do you know about girls, Mr. I-Have-A-Crush-on-Penelope-Mars?" I questioned. "Okay, one, you know you can't say that out loud, kids will think I'm crazy, and two, what if someone's listening in on our conversation?" said Jim, sweating like he just ran a marathon. We talked for about 30 minutes, but what we didn't realize was that Fido was slinking towards my bedroom, where my homework was. I'm guessing he got in my room, took my homework and started eating it, but dropping pieces of the paper. When I finally let Jim in, we grabbed a soda and went to my room. "You're going down, Jim!" I triumphantly said. "Oh no you're not, I am the king of 'Battles of the Stars' and there's nothing you can do to beat me." Jim said, with a pride so big, you'd be surprised he didn't turn into a balloon right then and there. But when we got there, I noticed my homework was gone, until I saw pieces of paper on the floor. "BILLLLLLLLLLLLY!!!!!" I yelled. Billy walked over to my room, with a face that said, "You seriously told me to come down when I was in the middle of having a battle with my toys?" "What's it, big brother?" Billy said, with a grin so evil-looking, you could've sworn he was a midget Joker. "Did you tear up my homework?" I asked, trying to mimic my dad's face when I'm in big trouble. "Why would I? I have trouble enough already with handling my own homework." said Billy, not the slightest bit scared. Guess I need to work on it some more. While Billy and I were talking, Jim looked closer at the pieces of paper. "He didn't tear up your homework." Jim said. "Why are you on his side now? I thought we were friends!" I huffed, sounding like a three year old. "Who else in the house would've done something like this?" asked Jim, suddenly being all Sherlock Holmes. "Well, other than him, nobody." I said, after counting our family. "Uh-uh! There's Fido!" Billy said, trying to make the pointing go from him to someone else. "You're just saying that because you don't want to take the blame." I said. "Seriously, when is the last time you saw me messing with your homework?" Billy asked, with a face saying "Huh? Huh? Huh? Do ya know?" "Well..." I said, trying to remember a time when he did mess with my homework, but nothing came up. "See? I never did! It's Fido, I tell ya! Fido!" Billy said, pointing at Fido, who happened to be sitting there for I don't know how long. "It all matches up. These pieces of paper look like they were chewed, not torn like your brother would've done. There's no other reason why it can't be Fido who ate your homework." said Jim. I immediately took action by putting Fido outside with a fence surrounding the yard, and putting a chain on him, so he wouldn't escape. And that's my story, Ms. Hopkins. You don't believe me? Uuuuuuugh. |
| Well, maybe if it's empty, that might mean that the person is neat or well-organized. Or maybe they're just in a block and decided to clean up their workspace, so you would think that they like to clean up their workspace when finished or stuck. If you're lost, I'll help you. Our prompt for today is about one of Albert Einstein's quotes: "If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?" So, I think that an empty desk means a neat, tidy, well-organized person, or someone who's in a block of some kind, like a writer's block. And he also asked us to say whether we agree or disagree, and truly, I don't know whether I agree or disagree with him. Sorry for the short post, it's late and I'm tired, so my brain can only think so far right now. |
| I just took a quiz to see what song summed up my personality, and it was "Stronger" by Britney Spears. Because I am a strong person and I continue to strive until I get there. But, I feel the song that best describes me is... Now so you know, this isn't the best idea about me, but I'm doing the best I can! The song is "Hometown" by Twenty One Pilots. Because in the chorus it says, "Where we're from, there's no sun, our hometown's in the dark. Where we're from, we're no one, our hometown's in the dark" so sometimes I feel that way. Feel like I'm no one and everyone around me is someone. Like everyone is ahead of me in life and I'm struggling to catch up. As a little "meme?" went, "There are the pretty girls. And there are the popular girls. And I look like... A potato. A kawaii potato." "Why's that?" Because around me, there are pretty girls and popular girls, and no, I do not look like a potato, but I feel like one. Not perfectly round, has too many spuds (freckles/acne), face looks weird. And I know that lots of people feel that way in movies. But even though I'm an introvert, I need to speak up! So people will know that I'm here, that I'm not a nobody and no one is, and to stop treating me like I'm a mannequin and I don't have feelings. |
| If you are thinking of naming your child Garnet if they are born in January or any month, don't! Not that it's means a bad word, but if you want kids looking up your child's name and finding out that it's French for "pomegranate", you know what will happen. Just saying. I'm sticking with Georgia Skye or Georgia Noel, if she's born in December. So, she'll either be Farmer Sky or Farmer Christmas.  Those are the meanings of Georgia Skye and Georgia Noel. School Time! The name Georgia or Jorja means "tiller of the soil" or farmer. The name Skye refers to... well, the sky. And the name Noel is actually masculine, the feminine version is "Noelle", but it can also be feminine. It means Christmas. So, "The First Noel" means "The First Christmas". See? I can be Mrs. Winnie Kay  !  I know y'all learned something! Don't tell me you didn't! |
| Well, my mom does this when I get the common cold. But she only does this, if I have a fever. Which is every time when I have the common cold. She takes a pair of my cotton socks and wets them with cold water. Then, she takes wool socks and puts them over the cotton socks, probably so one, the sheets won't get wet and two, so my feet will get wet. Be aware, she does this before I go to bed, so if you're thinking of doing this to your kids or even you or your loved one, don't do it during the day. When I wake up in the morning, my fever's practically back to normal. So, if you're reading this and you have a common cold or a fever or someone in your family has a fever or even if no one is sick and you're just reading to take notes, help yourself and everyone around you by doing this to yourself, them or take notes for the future. It's a true life saver. Well, it just helps you from staying at home in bed, sick all day because you have a fever. |
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