A Stolen Facebook Note

001. Real name → Jaclynne Michele Sophia Castellano
002. Nickname(s)→ Jackie, Jack
003. Status → ….I don’t know, actually lmao.
004. Zodiac sign → Leo <3
005. Male or Female → Female
006. Elementary → St. Joseph Hill Academy
007. Middle School → St. Joseph Hill Academy
008. High School → St. Joseph Hill Academy (sad, isn’t it?)
010. Hair color → Dark Brown
011. Long or short → Long
012. Loud or Quiet → Silence is golden, but shouting is fun.
013. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans
014. Phone or Camera → Camera Phone!
015. Health freak → Not at all.
016. Drink or Smoke? → Drink
017. Do you have a crush on someone? Always
018. Eat or Drink → Eat
019. Piercings -> Ears, but looking for more
020. Tattoos → I wish!

FIRSTS:
023. First piercing → Ears
024. First best friend → Melanie
025. First award → I don’t know…
026. First crush → ZOMG, Vin Azzarelli – those were the days lmao.
027. First pet → goldfish…typical.
028. First big vacation → Cozumel
030. First big birthday → 1rst.

CURRENTLY:
049. Eating → Nothing
050. Drinking → Nothing.
052. I'm about to → Call Chris.
053. Listening to → Sean and Steve talking.
054. Plans for today → Not much.
055. Waiting for → Chris to go in the game room.

YOUR FUTURE:
058. Want kids? → No!
059. Want to get married? I don’t know, not necessarily.
060. Careers in mind → Journalist.

WHICH IS BETTER WITH GIRL/BOY?
068. Lips or eyes → Eyes
070. Shorter or taller? → Taller
072. Romantic or spontaneous → Spontaneous
073. Nice stomach or nice arms → Oooh, toughie. Stomach, but I like nice arms.
074. Sensitive or loud → Loud.
075. Hook-up or relationship → Hook up.
077. Trouble maker or hesitant → trouble maker =)

HAVE YOU EVER:
080. Lost glasses/contacts → Yes.
081. Run away from home → Yes.
082. Held a gun/knife for self defense → Yes!
083. Killed somebody → I’m a mass murderer.
084. Broken someone's heart → No.
085. Been arrested →Almost lmao
087. Cried when someone died → Yes.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
089. Yourself → Most Days.
090. Miracles → No.
091. Love at first sight → No.
092. Heaven → I think so.
093. Santa Claus → No.
094. Sex on the first date → Depends on the date.
095. Kiss on the first date → Definitely.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now → Totally.
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → Surprisingly, yes.
099. Do you believe in God → Some days.
100. Post as 100 truths and tag 20 people --> Yeah, yeah, stfu.

Google Is Watching You

Can the government please tell me why it is necessary to request communications companies to keep information about us. I mean how many innocent people's chatter will they have to keep because they are trying to spot one paedophile or terrorist?!

At least the government aren't the ones keeping records - we all know where they are likely to leave it!

"Communications data is an essential tool for law enforcement agencies to track murderers, paedophiles, save lives and tackle crime," Ms [Jacqui] Smith said

So in looking for the above mentioned people, they implicate all people who have ever used a mobile phone, have a facebook account (though forcebook keeps our data anyway) and regularly consult the Google oracle. That will be most of the population under 65, suddenly under suspicion even thought they haven't committed any crime.

Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? Why are we all now being treated as suspected criminals because of the actions of a few horrible people?

P.S. I Love This Movie

Set in Ireland, Holly Kennedy is beautiful, smart and married to the love of her life - a passionate, funny and impetuous Irishman named Gerry. So when Gerry's life is taken by an illness, it takes the life out of Holly. The only one who can help her is the person who is no longer there. Nobody knows Holly better than Gerry, so it's a good thing he planned ahead. Before he died, Gerry wrote Holly a series of 10 letters that will guide her, not only through her grief but in rediscovering herself. The messages are Gerry's way of informing Holly life goes on. The messages include various tasks and treats Gerry has left for Holly. This is his way of letting her know he will always be there for her. Each letter sends her on a new adventure and each signs off in the same way: "P.S. I Love You." Holly's mother and best friends, Sharon and Denise, begin to worry that Gerry's letters are keeping Holly tied to the past, but, in fact, each letter is pushing her further into a new future. With Gerry's words as her guide, Holly embarks on a journey of rediscovery in a story about marriage, friendship and how a love so strong can turn the finality of death into new beginning for life.

Lady GaGa Owns My Face.

We are the crowd,
We're c-coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastical

Leather and jeans a watch on my wrist,
Not sure what it means,
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights,
Cause you know that baby i

Im your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi,
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that i'll be your
Papa-paparazzi

Promise i'll be kind,
But i won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi

I'll be your girl
Backstage at your show,
Velvet ropes and guitars,
Yeah cause you'll know
I'm staring between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes

Shadow is burnt
Yellow dance and return
My lashes are dry
But with teardrops I cry
It don't have a price
Loving you is cherry pie
'Cause you know that baby I

Im your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi,
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that i'll be your
Papa-paparazzi

Promise i'll be kind,
But i won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi

Real good
(We dance in the studio)
Snap, snapped
(That xxxx on the radio)

Don't stop boy, rewind
We'll blast it but we'll still have fun!

Im your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi,
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that i'll be your
Papa-paparazzi

Promise i'll be kind,
But i won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi

Emo-y Goodness.

You know, I find myself listening to Imogen Heap more and more these days. "Here's the day you hoped would never come." As days go on I find the general shock of everything fading and this just...mind numbing pain replacing it. I look around and no one seems to truly get it. I'm not me. I don't know how to be me anymore. Not without him. It's like this big chunk of my life was just ripped away and I have to stare at the huge gaping hole and the rubble it left behind. I can't move past this, for some fucking reason. I used to pride myself in being a person who could roll with all the punches. Have the worst done to her and still survive. But apparently that's not true. Apparently, I -am- a person that lays down and dies, and it's pretty fucking scary, but sometimes that's just exactly what I want to do. Ugh, and I get sickened with myself every time I think that way. What the fuck happened to me? I used to be in control. And now all I want to do is sit in my house and watch bad daytime TV. I think this is the longest I've gone without seeing my friends. It hurts just to go outside. I want to do something ridiculously stupid. I want to go to the one person I swore I'd never go to. The dreaded ex. Because even though I didn't roll too well with his physical punches, if I do I can have ten blissful minutes of not thinking about you. For, at most, a quarter of an hour, not everything in my whole body will hurt.
I keep bouncing between sad and furious. Who the fuck do you think you are? Leaving me? Are you serious? Because I gave you fucking everything. And now all I want to do is slam your head against a wall repeatedly in the hopes that you will motherfucking WAKE UP. Because not only is no one waiting to fuck you, no matter how much you think they are, no one in the world is going to give themselves to you like I did. No one will be as dedicated as I was. No one will put in the the time or put up with your astoundingly large bullshit. And then the sad part kind of forces itself in. I miss you. I miss you like I've never missed someone before. It's not the same just being alive and knowing you're not mine. It's the hardest thing in the world waking up in the morning and getting through the day knowing that you're never going to be there like I need you to be there. And you ruined the best friendship I ever had. You were a brother, among all things, and I can't even look at you anymore, let alone trust you. I just want you to hold me. I just want you to love me like before. Because I can't be me without you. I can't be anything without you. You left me with fucking nothing. I'm empty. I don't want to go anywhere or do anything or see anyone. And it's your fault. And you don't care. You say you do and you say you're sorry, but if you were, you would fucking stop killing me every single day. I know it's the end forever. I've said it and you've said it. But because it's the end, well....I just never ever want to get restarted.

Logan

A total pervert. You know that guy that started looking up girls' skirts when he was like, seven. And he tugged on pigtails and ever since puberty he was all about the ladies? That's Logan. For some reason every girl looks past his total assanine attitude and long ass laundry list and continues to obsess over him. He's endearing and sarcastic but on the inside is totally sweet and is just too much of a weakling to even try to stand up to his addiction to the physical. A philandering, big smiled, man-whore - he's actually a good friend and a good guy when he wants to be. But two seconds later he'll be touching your butt or something and the moment will be ruined because he loves being a pig more than anything else.

Logan in real life is actually named Logan. His character is actually exactly the same as he is. Isn't that funny?

JayBee

He's charming, to say the least. But in a nerdy, best friend, laugh your ass off sort of way. He thinks he's all hip hop and rap when you know he should be listening to either hard rock or Frank Sinatra because dude, he's just that white. Possessive and stubborn, you cannot help but adore him. He's childish and immature but he's the Dawson to your creek, whether you want to admit it or not. He gets under your skin in the worst ways, which only makes you force to admit that you gave a hell of a lot more about him than you like to let on. Typical jock - he's all about the guys and football and video games and everything else that seems to trivial to women. He so intent on looking macho that he probably acts like a jerk half the time without even realizing it. It's a love hate relationship where the love is so much stronger, but you like to act like all you want to do is shank him.

The real JayBee is Chris from Tennessee. Chris is funny and awesome and he lives all the way in the Boondocks and drinks moonshine and hangs out with tumbleweeds and he's a total hick :) He's coming to New York soon, so I get to show him the big city. With things like cars and electricity and buildings! He's a nerd and a jerk but I adore him - that's basically it.

Scarlet

She is quirky, crazy, colorful and a little left to center. Adorable and kind hearted, she is the most genuine and sincere person you could ever meet. She is tall and awe-striking, but just a bit out of tune. She could bring a smile to anyone's face and cheer you up in your worst of moods. Fun loving, free wheeling, and a wild child, you would go to the ends of the earth for this girl. She is charming and captivating, but at the same time she seems slightly paranormal. Even though she might not be all there, you find yourself not caring.


Based on my real life friend named Allison - who is awesome! She lives in California and is totally wonderful. All the color and all the charm of her fictional counterpart, I can't wait for her to visit me. A possible future St. John's student, she is a fabulous friend and I love being around her.

A typical badass. The girl in your high school who wore fishnets and smoked in the bathroom instead of going to class. Go ahead - mess with her, she just might kill you. She could be an action hero for all the energy and fire this girl has. Perhaps the next Lara Croft, she is violent, cynical, and lethal. The anticheerleader, antiprom queen, and anti stepford wife, she is the definition of cool. If you happen to be in her good graces..congratulations - you are one of the chosen. If not, well then I suggest you look into the witness protection program, you don't have much time left. Ambitious and power hungry, she is ruthless in achieving her goals, stepping on all but her loved ones on her way to the top.


The real life Sadie is Sarah. Sarah is nowhere near and cruel as her fictional counterpart, although she does have the badass stereotype down pretty well. Much kinder in reality, she is hilarious and warm and a wonderful listener.

Sansa

One of the guys, without a doubt. Although she can definitely be a girl's best friend, she has no problem rolling around playing football or wrestling or beating the crap out of somebody, despite his Y chromosome. Small and feisty, she has no problem defending herself, her friends, or her beliefs. She was better at math than english, and continues to surprise. Although seeming not complex, there are layers upon layers of personality and intricacies to her that you find yourself compelled to try and figure you. The fiery redhead girl next door, you could find yourself taking hundreds of pictures with this girl - dancing crazy in each others rooms to nineties music - putting on ridiculous fashion shows - and anything else you were embarrassed to do. She is a confidence provider. Standing next to Sansa, you feel a little stronger.


The real Sansa is Kala. Kala is from Cibolo, Texas. She is wild, imaginative, and strong willed. Usually an inspiration in a time of insecurity, she is a wonderful person that I am glad to know.

Laielle

Quiet, reserved, and creative. She is your typical artsy observer. She has her own likes and dislikes and has no problem being herself and letting other people know how she feels. Around strangers, she is the picture of ponderer - a quiet demeanor and a wandering imagination. Around friends, she is quirky and fun, a little louder and a lot more comfortable. An artist to the core, her work is both controversial and evocative, like something you would see in MOMA. An extremely loyal friend, she is soft spoken and offers great advice. She is the type of down to earth girl you need around to keep yourself grounded. She is blonde, very pretty, with big eyes that looks like they could search your soul.


The real life Laielle is a friend named Liz, from Des Moines, Iowa. She, like her character, is the epitome of shoulder to cry on. She has a way of making things look together when you know they are falling apart. She is also a real life artist, and her talent never ceases to amaze me.

Zane.

Sarcastic and overbearing, he is every guy you wish you could hate, but can't bring yourself to. Tall and skinny with long hair, his style tiptoes between the line of alternative and preppy. He can make fun of you for an hour and you will enjoy every minute of it, because deep down, you know this kid is best friend material. He's the type that will give you a ride, and when you go up to the door handle to get in the car, he'll drive away and laugh at you. He is frustrating, judgmental, enjoys double standards, and over dramatic. However, you know that you would be a little less you without him. Think Trent Ford or James Marsden in 27 Dresses. He's a city boy that makes you realize all the bad things about yourself, but you want him to fall in love with you anyway.

http://i688.photobucket.com/albums/vv241/Leoluvr4life/zane.jpg

That's basically what he looks like in my head. And he is based off a real friend of mine from San Diego named Mark (MJ). The real life Zane is awesome, and I can talk to him about anything. He's been a source of comfort more than once.

The Follwing Characters are Entirely Fictional-ish

The next few blog posts I make will be descriptions of original characters, based on people I know, on people I like, dislike, wish were dead, might actually be dead, or any other nonsensical play on words you could possibly fathom. I use these characters in stories - I may change their stories but their personalities remain, essentially, the same. I have deemed each of these characters to be influential in some way, shape, or form. They have been both supporting and main characters in a variety of short, and perhaps incomplete stories by me. Until then, I will simply copy and paste my now current favorite song lyrics and video - because they describe how I feel about Staten Island pretty accurately.


THE DOWNFALL OF US ALL

Da da da de da da da
Da da da de da da da
Let's go

It's not easy making a name for yourself
Where do you draw the line?
I never thought I'd be in this far
Have fun some and never change that for anyone
Try not to miss me when I'm gone

Oooh

I sold my soul to the open road
You'll find me in the same spot believe me
I could never stop, my life's turned upside down

Meet me out past the train tracks I'm leavin' and not coming back

You're right and I was wrong
This town will be the downfall of us all.

I'm gonna need you to try to follow along
I did the best that I could to try to write you songs

NOW GO TELL THEM WE SOLD OUT

I sold my soul to the open road
You'll find me in the same spot believe me
I could never stop, my life's turned upside down

Meet me out past the train tracks I'm leavin' and not coming back

You're right and I was wrong
This town will be the downfall of us all.

Don't forget yourselves we've made up our minds
We signed 3, 4, 5 on the dotted lines X2

You'll find me in the same spot believe me
I could never stop, my life's turned upside down
Meet me out past the train tracks I'm leavin' and not coming back
You're right and I was wrong

You'll find me in the same spot believe me
I could never stop, my life's turned upside down

Meet me out past the train tracks I'm leavin' and not coming back

You're right and I was wrong
This town will be the downfall of us all, this town will be the downfall of us all.