thanks emily!

because i so eagerly wanted to find just one more place to post a picture of me and flavor flav on the internet, i gave in to dickplan's website and signed up for friends or enemies. my username is, appropriately, jessefuckingrules. you can add me as a FRIEND OR ENEMY if you so please.
speaking of flavor flav, i watched flavor of love last night and saw some intense catfighting! flav's a moron for kicking goldie off, and pumkin rules for spitting on that dipshit new york. i also think hoopz is waaay too good for flav, but it was pretty hilarious to see her mom hit on him in front of her. just shows how contrived and retarded the entire show is. i hope flav picks hoopz anyways, i would!

so this weekend continued to trend of a not-so-awesome week. friday i went with emily to meet up with lots of friends at lucy's. we had a few drinks and headed over to beauty bar to see rob hitt dj, dance, and drink more drinks. we ended the night by travelling over to orchard bar and being extremely disappointed. on my way home i was seduced by a magician. he did a few tricks on me, and in my drunken frozen state i walked a little faster and screamed "I TAKE SCIENCE CLASSES, I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS!!! AHHHH" he liked me anyways and gave me his card and asked me out on a date. guys are so strange.
despite the incredible weather on saturday i hung out in hotel rooms all day watching project runway and the flavor of love.
later that night i saw the starting line at nokia theater and i would be lying if i didn't say that it made me feel a bit nostalgic and i enjoyed the show. afterwards we headed downtown for a late dinner at an awesome little restaurant on 7th ave. travis told us about his moms. we went to misshapes afterwards, but i ducked out early and i hope i never have to go to misshapes again.
i promised myself that this blog wouldnt be so much about the things i do but more about other things that actually matter.
so lets discuss these "body-snatchers"
(link is here: http://msnbc.msn.com/id/11568879/site/newsweek/ )
the fact that these people actually replaced femurs with pvc pipes... possibly one of the sickest things ever. my whole body goes to science when i die, none of that burial crap please.
more importantly: google image search "gold teeth" and tell me whats in the first ROW of results?

so far the best thing that has happened to me this week is the "dance off" i witnessed between d-neu and gabe on monday night. pretty incredible. you can read about it in everyone's "foe vip" journals, as per the usual. anyhow, it was downhill from there, besides the fact that peter brought me back some amazing chocolate from london.

tomorrow will be exponentially better... i can FEEL it!

now i must go back to studying diatoms, anelids, nematodes and all the other slightly chewy invertebrates that i have a test on tomorrow!

two letters from the heart:

dear new jersey,
howcome every time i go to a show in you, i see prepubescent girls making out? oh, and the smoking ban needs to begin. please advise,
sincerely,
jesse.

dear young girls,
just because she doesn't have boobs yet does not make her any less of a woman.
all the best,
jesse.

ps. can someone please order me some of these: www.brandonbird.com/svutines.html

so last weekend after my atlantic city adventures, i decided it was completely necessary that i go home for a few days. i needed to relax a little and be the chicagoan that i am at heart. i got on a plane at 7pm new york time and walked into the front door of my house at 10:30 chicago time. aaahhh did it feel good. empty house for the night as well, seeing as my family were all out of town. i had a little cocktail party following my arrival, most of my favorite dudes and girl (danielle, thats pretty much it) came over. oh wait there were some other girls, one of whom was definitely "uncomfortably drunk" as we like to call it. overall a good night.
the next few days happened to be some of chicago's coldest all year, so i stayed safe in my movie room for the most part and i tried not to venture outdoors for prolonged periods of time. the main reasons i go home on a regular basis are: massage chair, my mom, amazing shower, amazing workout room, amazing tv room. i made good use of all of these ammenities while i was home this weekend.
my computer is being quite slow so i'm going to finish this entry later...

i'm djing tomorrow at fat baby's on rivington... COME DRINK WITH ME!!!

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i went to atlantic city last night. whether on not that was a good idea is yet to be determined. somehow i ended up with a wad of 20s and a purse full of condoms that alex threw in over the span of an hour at the trojan afterparty. maybe he is trying to stay disease free, and i fully endorse that. i got blackjack three times, until carlos, my so non-favorite dealer came and took over. some mexican men were sitting next to me and winking at me. i thought it was funny so i made some temporary new friends. i unsucessfully tried to figure out a mathmatical equation in my head based off of the probabilities of what face cards were already shown and how many were left in the deck relative to the cards that i had already been dealt, after i lost all of my money (i think?) i was dragged to eat at the hotel restaurant. i threw a fit and didnt order any food, but somehow got an omelette anyways. i threw some butter packages and slammed my fork on the table and demanded to go gamble more, which i did. i made all my money back and then was promptly escorted to my room at 7am by somebody... i fell asleep immediately and woke up the next morning to brave the 26 inches of snow in manhattan and return home.

i also need to thank all of the boys who watched out for me this weekend- even when i was completely out of control.