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Alotta my pals say that I am pretty random, and i like to think out side of the box alot. Im pretty crazy but not in the straight jacket sorta way ya kno. I like to send letters to my friends cuz everyone likes to get real mail every once and a while. I also like to leave messages on answering machines. Those are a few joys in my life. Another joy in my life is my friends. They put happy into my life just being there. They are my favorite people and I would do anything for them. There are many other joys in my life such as my dog and writing. There are sum downs too but the good stuff makes up for it. Ya can't let the bad bring ya down too much bcuz then life gets a little harder everyday cuz its just bringin ya down. Movin on, Im kinda spastic and goofy and thats aways fun. I like to have fun and smile and have a good time. I'm never usually serious but sometimes I am when I write. Other than that, I usually am never serious cuz its just not me. It would just be weird. But hey I'm weird too and sponaneous so ya never know what to expect outta me I am just a firecracker that just never stops goin. Ya think the pop stops but no it keeps on goin. I can also be refered to as spark plug cuz i dunno i guess im sparky but okay. Thats about all the main stuff, you'll learn the rest in time.
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Today was tiring. It is really a bummer to wake up on a monday morning to a dreary gray rainy day. All the more reason to go back to bed. I wore my brown pants though. That made me happy. I went to school because there I knew I would find more reasons to be happy. If I were to stay home, my only reason for joy would be sleep. I think humans should be able to choose when they sleep. Well, we can already but literally be able withstand a whole day wide awake. Then just recharge fora few hours. Don't get me wrong, I love sleep. But there are just not enough hours in the day. 23.52 I believe or something around that. Point being, not even really 24 hours. Sadly, 18-20 of those hours I am awake. Bleh, I live. All that without the help of caffine. Seriously, what the hell do I run on? I must have my own source to power and energy. Somehow, energy generates...keeps me running. I wrote this in my other journal. I thought it to be amusing. So I brought it over yonder. If I were a really buff man, I would hope that I could do that really nifty cool pectoral trick. The one where they move up and down. Yes. I would hope that I could do that because I would find simple amusement from it. I would most likely stand in front of a mirror and watch my muscular pectorals dance. Im sure I would get freaked out after a while. Soon enough, my muscular pectorals would take a life of their own. They will just involuntarily thrust themselves out. Hugging people would turn brutal. I would probably get made fun of for having abusive muscular man breasts. I would have to wear a man bra to contain them. But there would be no use, the painful thrusting lives through the comfy padding. I would then invent the armored man bra for really buff men with extremely muscular pectorals. Maybe even win noble prize. Jockey would sponsor me probably. Really buff men around the nation would be grateful. I'd be a really sexy buff billionaire. But I would still have to wear a bra. Women would not dig that and I would probably never get any. I would still have a lot of money though. But money doesn't matter. Unless I use it for the greater good. Like collaborating with Bill Gates in order to build me a robot lover. His brains, our money, and my love profile = fool proof. BUT... how would we ever go deep sea diving without asking for electrocution? Shit. Luckily I am a buff Jenny. If you are a very buff man and reading this, by all means, let me watch your pectorals dance. I would be very amused. I have about 6 icecubes in my mouth. I made a snowcone in my mouth. Just now. I was sitting for a while. I am always sitting for a while. But today it was different. I was thinking. But I am always thinking. I was looking in a magazine, and I saw a picture of a girl kissing a boy on the cheek. She is happy, he is smiling really wide, it was joyous. And it brought me comfort. I don't know why. I guess it's that universal feeling one gets when they see another get affection. It's almost as though they can feel the love too. I thought about affection I get. And how it makes me feel loved. And I love that feeling. I thought about that. I am loved. And I love so much. Is it possible to love too much? I don't know. My heart is full of love though. Overflowing. It makes me happy to be full of such good feelings. I think life is best lived when you take the time to recognize these little things. Like having friends and being loved. Cherish them, be grateful. Sometimes you need to take the time to look back and smile, then look forward and smile wider. You just don't know what is ahead. I need to draw France. I love you =) 
Jenny at 8:53 PM
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