so.
remember how i used to whinge and moan and bitch and complain 24/7 about my bed? and with reason!
i mean. this thing was so narrow, i dont think you could even call it a single. it was more like a half-single. somewhere between a regular single and one of those bassinets that people carry babies around in. and thats not all. it was old. and not just old. oh no. this is the bed ive had SINCE I GOT OUT OF A COT. its old old. and one of the most annoying things about old old beds is that they squeak. and this one was so exception.
and i didnt just find the fact that every time i so much as wiggled my toes in the night, the whole bed would shudder and shake and creak and groan so loudly i literally thought it was about to explode from underneath me annoying. actually, this wasnt so bad at all, compared to the fact that everytime the bed made a noise, my cat (who has a fond habbit of sleeping on my head) would COMPLETELY FREAK OUT and latch onto my face.
this is not pleasant.
whatever.
the point is, i didnt think there was any feeling more painful than having the promise of a new double bed (from my mum), but having to wait and wait and wait and wait and wait for it, enduring this hideous ancient old old bed in the meantime.
well i was wrong. there is a worse feeling.
because i got my double bed. thats right. the hideous ancient old old bed is gone.
but oh, hoo haa, whats this? the new bed didnt come with a mattress? mum and dad are too busy to get one until next weekend? the old bed has already been thrown away? nobody cares about the condition of jacki's spinal cord?
this. is SO UNFAIR.
because now all i have is the frame of my beautiful beautiful double bed. no mattress. in fact, as im typing this, im sitting on the bare wooden slats of the bed, hoping that one of my parents will come up and see me, think how pathetic i look, and take pity on me.
probably not though. i mean, it is kind of funny.

ps 2 days left of school
weep!

1 hour and 47 minutes until the last monday morning ever.

send jacki to wentworth

so
for those of you who hadnt heard, i entered a Nova competition to win a trip to the set of Prison Break and meet my one and only.
seeings as all you had to do to win was send in a hideous 'mug shot' of yourself, and then complete a series of 'prisoner challenges', i thought i would win for sure - i mean, come on. there are only about 65 thousand hideous photos of me circulating the nation, and we all know im prepared to do pretty much anything in order to meet wentworth.
but no.
no. Nova dissapoints again. i dont know why im suprised.
surprised? suprised?
whatever.
anyway, the point is, im pretty sure that the best thing to do at this point is combine my love for wentworth with 2dayfm's hatred of nova. but first things first, i have to get 2dayfm's attention.
ok. this is where the 'send jacki to wentworth' campaign comes in. and dont worry, theres something for everyone; a myspace bulletin, a facebook group, and (for those sad people in the audience who are as reliant on the internet as i am), theres a blog too.
go on. help me scam as many free airfairs out of these people as i can.
send jacki to wentworth.

myspace: http://bulletins.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=bulletin.read&messageID=4459411450&MyToken=19ddc4b1-af92-4826-a02e-50d73635c022

facebook: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=6283851166

blogger: www.sendjackitowentworth.blogspot.com

Shower Thoughts #23

does catwomans poo smell like cat poo or human poo?

top ten

the top ten reasons why i hate facebook.

10. everyone else loves it: despite the popularity of 'i hate facebook', im pretty sure most people only joined up so that they had free reign to insult me through group comments. except maybe janey.
9. myspace is copying it: why. why. why. myspace, you are ten times the internet addiction that facebook could ever be.
8. the only thing i know how to do is make groups: called 'I hate facebook'. Fun, but how is that going to get me lying in a shrub outside wentworth millers apartment at 3am with a pair of binoculars and 18 empty cans of red bull?
7. there is NO reason for it to be called 'facebook': think about it. myspace is called myspace because its MY SPACE. but facebook? FACEBOOK?! its not a book! its not a face! i dont even have to put my face on it if i dont want to! shut up!
6. i know about people i dont know: and i dont WANT to know them. yeah, thats right. by association, i know the precise time when steven crabapple became friends with ellie winebottle, the date of ron gibbots wedding, and what jessica fin thinks about wendy sloots new haircut. WHY?
5. they all look THE SAME: at least they could encourage individualism. but no. facebooks all look the same. and guess what? they all look HIDEOUS.
4. the incessant emails: so-and-so has written on your wall...so-and-so has added you as a friend...so-and-so wants to confirm that he or she met you on the 6th of july, 1996 at 4.35pm, while standing outside a bowling alley, contemplating whether or not he or she should buy a strawberry flavoured ice cream
3. there is NO difference between 'wall' and 'superwall': is there? i mean DID I MISS SOMETHING??? there is NO difference! none! and once i got superwall, i couldnt figure out how to GET RID OF IT! *weeps*
2. when i signed on today, i had...: 1 texas hold'em invitation, 3 zombie invitations, 1 sticky note request, 3 superpoke! friend requests, 1 emote request, 1 hatching gift invitation, 2 werewolves invitations, 1 vampire invitation, 1 hawaiian luau invitation and 6 new notifications. SHUT UP! THE ONLY THING IM INTERESTED IN IS STALKING WENTWORTH!! IS THAT TOO MUCH FOR YOU PEOPLE???

and the number one reason that i hate facebook...
1. i am totally, utterly and completely addicted to it

home and away

is my absolute obsession with 'crappy' tv shows a genetic thing? my mum and catherine were both out so me and dad decided to have dinner and watch home and away together. just for kicks.

(during an add break)
dad: so, why didnt Sally want to marry Brad?
jacki: (amazed) you know the character names???
dad: we've been watching for almost 10 minutes
jacki: (thinking to self) wow, he's good..
dad: so how come?
jacki: well, Sally was married to Flynn, but he died of melanoma. And Brad was married to Emily, and she died of Luekemia. For some reason, Brad was ok with getting married again but Sally felt like if she married someone else she'd be 'erasing' the memory of Flynn
dad: so both of their previous partners died?
jacki: yeah
dad: what did they die of?
jacki: I just told you, melanoma and leukemia
dad: gee. thats so tragic!
jacki: (thinking: did he just say 'gee'??) Yeah I guess. alot of people die on home and away
dad: hmm
jacki: oh look its back on

(during the next add break)
dad: So whats happening with Jack and Martha?
jacki: well they have to get marriage counseling because they want to get divorced but they were only married for 6 months
dad: why do they want a divorce?
jacki: mainly because Jack is engaged to someone else
dad: (sounding shocked) really?
jacki: (sounding bored) yes. really
dad: and why did they get a divorce?
jacki: well Jack's a policeman so he was always working, and Martha got tired of it. Also, they argue about everything
dad: thats so sad!
jacki: Yeah I loved them together
dad: (sounding genuinely upset) Do you think they'll ever work it out??
jacki: I think so, theyre meant to be together
dad: (practically on the verge of tears) Its just so..so sad!
jacki: Dad I never thought I'd hear myself saying this, but you do know its just a tv show, right??
dad: (annoyed) That doesnt mean its not sad!!
jacki: ok ok. geez

(a couple of minutes later)
dad: do you like it when guys dont shave their face?
jacki: OH. MY GOSH.
dad: I mean, half the guys on this show have 4 days of growth on their face.
jacki: (extremely weirded out) Um..I dont really have a preference
dad: oh ok. I was just wondering you know (Dan comes onto the screen) So..you like that guy? (winks)
jacki: I'm leaving
dad: (cheerfully) Ok, I'll tell you what happens!


...
...
WHAT THE HELL!

coming soon..

note: release date may be delayed due to my sister being a pain in the ass

procrastination and pineapple

(does this apply to anyone else, or am i the only one going COMPLETELY INSANE??))

with like 10 days left of school, and absolutely no room left in my brain to possibly even attempt to retain any more information, i've pretty much given up.

and ive gotta tell you, it feels phenomenal.

so miss mitchell asked us to do some practice essay for homework. homework? homework? no miss mitchell, no. i love you and all, but my head will literally implode. or explode. whichever is more dramatic. whichever would enable me to apply for 5 extra UAI points.

so, essay question thrown to the side, ive just spent the last 45 minutes trying to make an origami swan (yes, yet another attempt to associate myself with Prison Break/Wentworth Miller). Anyway, 45 minutes of complete concentration gave me this:

sigh. *hates origami swans*

ouch. have you ever noticed that the aftermath of eating pineapple kind of feels like you've rubbed the inside of your mouth out with sandpaper and then gargled sulfuric acid? im literally dying here. what is it about pineapple, that its so incredibly painful to eat, and yet everytime im about to eat it, i forget about how excruciating it was the last time i tried to eat it. AND theres the whole once-you-start-you-cant-stop factor.

its like the fruitbowls way of kicking me in the crotch. seriously.

i tried to be healthy by having pineapple, i really did.

whatever. the next time i try to eat pineapple, remind me that it would probably be less painful to rip out my own tongue than to do so.

i finally found the delete key on my laptop!!!
(ive had it for almost 4 months)

I can love you like that

(because we were bored)

answer!

what is something that EVERYONE finds completely and utterly hilarious?
(comment)

"No, I'm not gay. I know these rumours are out there.I'm cool with the fact that they exist, I mean this is about fantasy. Certain people are going to have certain fantasies. If someone wants to imagine me with a woman, or a man or one of each, that's cool with me as long as you keep watching the show."
- Wentworth Miller

see?
SEE?
i TOLD you!!!!

black sheep

so this afternoon mel gem and myself made the decision to go see that nobodys-heard-of-it-we-only-knew-about-it-because-sair-the-indie-film-freak-sent-us-some-email-about-it-like-6-months-ago-and-being-vandy-we-couldnt-resist-something-which-involved-flesh-eating-farm-animals movie, also known as Black Sheep.
whatever

i can certainly say Black Sheep lives up to the reputation of the New Zealand film corporations standards, only because im pretty sure its the only movie the New Zealand film corp has actually ever made. and ever will make.
no offence to whoever thought up the idea of genetically mutated sheep who escape from the laboratory, spread their canabalistic qualities throughout the farm by biting other sheep/people/dogs and are pretty much indestructable thanks to the whole genetics thing, but what the hell?
the movie opened with a fairly amateur montage of green hills, farm houses, cliff tops, sheepdogs and hideous accents, and it pretty much went downhill from there, with flesh eating sheep foetuses (yeah im not kidding. FOETUSES), blonde girls named 'Experience', extremely unrealistic and completely disgusting surround sound effects, and an entirely serious scene where one of the crazy sheep drives a truck. of course it didnt help that one of the main characters bore a striking resemblance to Mr Obrien, and that, later on in the movie, he was stabbed in the side of the head with an aeroplane propellor, shortly after having sex with a sheep.
i also loved the fact that whenever there was an unexpected twist in the plotline which didnt make sense in the slightest - such as the fact that the whole mutation process could be reversed if the thing that had been bitten just drank some sort of mystery liquid that one of the characters found in the barn - it was all put down to 'genetics' and 'science'.
there was also that whole hey-the-timing-in-this-movie-doesnt-really-make-sense thing: when Tucker was bitten by one of the sheep it took about 98 seconds for his whole left leg to morph into a wool-coated hoof, but Henry was also bitten and his bite never progressed further than a nasty gash with white hair sprouting out of it. I also found it hard to fathom how Tucker was affected by the killer-sheep, seeings as he was bitten on the foot while wearing shoes, and loved the fact that Angus met up with Grant just after Grant had been bitten by the original killer-sheep (by this point, Grant was about halfway through his transformation into a sheep, and his head pretty much resembled the backside of a goat thats been run over, but Angus carried on having a conversation, not at all noticing the fact that he was pretty much TALKING TO ROADKILL)
so, to sum up, it was 110 minutes of mutation, beastality, mindless murder, and complete ridiculous, and is pretty much the best movie ive ever seen

she finally admits it

jacki: ill be alone forever!
miss shanahan: no you wont, you're young. ill be alone forever!
jacki: fine, compromise. we'll BOTH be alone forever. better?
miss shanahan: no, i want us to end up together!
(MASSIVE PAUSE)
miss shanahan: ...with other people i mean

sure you do shanny
sure you do

Jacki gets famous update

so no reply from Rove Live yet.
thats ok, thats ok. i refuse to be disheartened (is that even a word? im guessing no. whatever)

i figured maybe i should start smaller than rove. i also figured the quest for wentworth is my ticket to propel me (and julia) to international stardom. or at least to an international restraining order. whatever.
so i emailed 2dayfm's Hamish and Andy. i went with Hamish and Andy for 2 reasons:
1) they are pretty much the male alternative of me and julia
2) i hate nova (and yeah, i know that might seem kind of backwards since they are the ones who got me on the radio for the first time, but come on. the g-string thing. ugh)

anyway, i figured emailing hamish and andy 10 dillion times would be the best way to get their attention, on account of the fact that if i fill up their inbox with nothing but emails from me, they'll have to read at least one and put us on the radio.
yeah its going to work.
anyway this is pretty much the beginning of my escapade to become famous. in order to meet wentworth miller (in case any of you hadnt picked up on the reason i actually want to be famous yet).

Emails to Hamish and Andy (shortened version)
Hamish and andy. How goes it? Just an email to let you know theres a female alternative to you guys out there. Its me and my friend Julia. We’ll do anything to get famous. Mostly because we want to meet wentworth miller. So bad. So bad we drove around Sydney for 8 hours on a ‘quest’ to meet him. 8 hours. If that’s not worth at least a mention on the show, then I don’t know what is. Think about it.
Love jacki (and Julia).


jacki (thats me) and julia (thats my friend) are like the female hamish and andy, except possibly more eccentric,insane and inappropriate. if thats even possible. we love wentworth miller. so much we drove around sydney for 8 hours looking for places with 'wentworth' in the name. we called it THE QUEST FOR WENTWORTH. if thats not enough to make us famous, then i dont know what is. basically we're willing to endure anything to get famous/meet wentworth miller. interested? (and bear in mind i really do mean ANYTHING).
love jacki (and julia). haha.


i dont know if you've noticed but ive emailed you alot lately. ALOT. im pretty much going to keep emailing until you let me on the show. in the end ill be typing about nothing. although that might be entertaining. ive been told my writing style is 'refreshing'. or does that just mean incomprehensibly stupid? wow. incomprehensibly. if thats actually a word, kudos for me. seriously, think about letting me and my friend julia on the show. we're the female you guys. we'll do anything to get famous. ANYTHING.
love jacki

so yeah. join the campaign to get us famous. you know you want to. and even if you dont want to, just do it. you havent got anything better to do (hey thats a good tagline...hmmm)

UAI dont care

so basically we had some UAC talk today.
or was it UAI?
whatever, it was U-something, anyway the point is that it was so boring that all i can rememeber about it is wanting to stab myself in the face just for a little bit of entertainment.

basically the board of studies controls our lives. at least thats what i got out of it, since while mrs cranston was talk talk talking about who knows what, i was imagining our year locked in some epic battle against the board of studies, who kind of resembled those freakish robot-clones from whatever star wars movie it was when hayden christiansen was hot.
anyway. im thinking maybe i should ditch the uni or tafe thing and just become a bum on the street in protest of the whole board-of-studies-being-in-control-of-our-lives-whether-we-like-it-or-not-thing.

ok.
what am i even talking about?

The Quest for Wentworth

what you've all been waiting for is finally here...the search for wentworth miller...
enjoy:



now watch Behind the Quest, a behind-the-scenes look at the making of the quest for wentworth:

The Quest for Wentworth: Teaser

jackiiscrazy.blogspot.com on tv?

so i have a new mission
wait, what the hell is with this font???

oh who knows.
anyway.
according to this song by LazyBoy which has absolutely no credibility whatsoever, 1 in every 4 americans has been on tv.
wait. what?
1 in every 4?
now im no mathematician. im not even sure if thats how you spell mathematician. im not even sure mathematician is a word. BUT there are 300 million people in america right? and 20 million in australia?
so if there are 300 million americans and 1 in every 4 has been on tv, then 75 million americans have been on tv. and there are 20 million australians. thats way less people than in american. so if i live in australia, then arent i 15 times more likely to be on tv than if i lived in america? yes! yes i am!
so, if my calculations are correct (and i do general maths so we all know they will be), i should have been on tv 3.75 times already in my life!
...
and how many times have i been on tv?
oh. that would be. NONE.
and now dont get me wrong. ive come close. we all know about the time those british people came to film our house because nicole kidman lived in it a million years ago (im still waiting for that wedding invitation BY the way, nicole), and i, 15 years old and dressed in tye-died sari pants and blue fluffy slippers, tried everything i could to get on camera. and yes its true that the director asked me (not so politely, i might add) to refrain. but hey. they filmed parts of our laundry. thats right. my BRA was on tv.
so ive come close.

but close isnt good enough. no. im going to be on tv. for real. possibly a guest on rove live. or the ellen degeneres show, i havent decided yet. as long as wentworth miller is guest starring on the same day, sitting in the chair next to me, and wearing as little clothing as is legally possible on national tv, i really dont mind who interviews me.

so i got the idea from rodney to send the preview for The Quest for Wentworth into Rove, and tell him that im willing to do pretty much anything to get on tv/meet wentworth. i also added julias name, since she knows by now that those are the basic terms of our relationship: if i want to do something completely, utterly and ridiculously embarrassing, inappropriate, unconventional or bordering-on-illegal, she'll always do it with me.
(i love you julia :))

so yes. first attempt, rove live. ill keep you posted.