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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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 My friends are adorable. Today Brendan woke me up at 9:30am. I am surprised I remember that because I was still pretty much SLEEPING. Crazy boy. It's fine, I just like to bicker. I'll totally call him when school starts and I start getting up at 5:30am. Haha, you can watch the sun rise, baby cakes :D I love you- even if we disagree on some things... I went back to bed eventually, anyway. Then around...I don't know...later time (I didn't catch the time but it was still sleeping time for Jenny) the door bell rang. Fuck me, dude. What the hell. It was the meter man. He told me to restrain my dog and I was so f'ing out of it, you would not believe. I mumbled all sleepy-like "I don't have a dog right now" and he was like "Really? I always remember you having one?" He must be our loyal meter man to remember that. Then I said "I mean I have a dog but she's not here anymore." He must have assumed she died or we gave her away because he said "Oh, I'm sorry." I was getting so frusterating because I seriously cannot form complete thoughts in the morning. So again, I corrected myself as best as I could, totally getting flabbergasted by the second with his constant talking to me...I finally said "No, she's on vacation. In Wisconsin." He looked at me sort of weird and said "Oh..." like I was some sort of freak that let's her dog go on vacations without me. So I said, "Ughh. With my parents. Just go back there and read the meter. No ones going to attack you today." Fuck dude, why do meter men always try to small talk? I was flipping standing on my porch in boxers and a teeshirt, disheveled hair and sleepy-eyed-- and here he wants to exchange life stories with me. Read the damn meter, you bastard. Finally, I went back to bed and woke up a few hours later. I didn't really have anything planned for afternoon time so I decided to make a million more cookies. But I had to pick up another bag of chocolate chips because the recipe calls for 2 cups and I only had one. How unfortunate. You have no idea how relaxing it is to blast music and bake in silk boxers. That's love right there, dude. It was so nice. I was at peace with the world with my Shins CD and apron. I am so pro with the recipe, I barely had to look at it this time. That's right, pro. Jenny Crocker, bitches. Coming to a bitchin' kitchen near you. I am slowly turning into a grandma. I watered the plants yesterday. I picked the garden. I cleaned the kitchen, my bathroom, my bedroom, the office, etc. I do the dishes after every meal (it's a great habit that my family should get into). I drink tea to calm my nerves. And I'm flipping baking like a crazy woman. My grandma called me today and she was like "Hello sweetie, what are you up to today?" and I was like "Oh, nothing, just slowly morphing into you..." "What's that dear?" "My friends are coming over at two." "Oh, that's nice. You kids have fun now." Soon I'll start drinking box wine and being incredibly blunt. Haha- I love old people. The girls came over around 5ish. We picked up some more spagetti noodles and a jar of sauce (I wish we made it homemade but eh). I finished my cookies, and they really liked them. One of their friends was so impressed I made them from scratch, though. Humph, miracles happen, dammit. Chrissy and I made dinner. Amy and Danielle wandered off (I swear, they need retractable leashes lol). We made garlic bread and put peeled string cheese on top. We ended up with a party of six and we realized it'd be harder than we thought to transport everything to the beach for our night picnic. So instead, we had it in my side yard. We even had wine glasses for our sparkling grape juice.  Seriously, if we were any more adorable, a kitten would explode out of inferiority.  We had cookies for dessert, of course. Still soft, yesh! Chrissy and I quickly did the dishes and Amy put on Dashboard so we could be uber emo in my kitchen. Then we went to the beach and played in the water. Well, Amy, Tim, and I played in the water. We swam in our clothes (aww) except Tim had the least amount of clothes on. He swam in his boxers. What a cheater. As much as I would have liked to swim in my undies (or in the buff, rather haha), I did not. I was way too shy in front of the boy in just boxers. Ugh, have my babies, dammit. I was completely blushing all night- totally hiding my face in my shirt and the whole nine yards.We came back home after an hour or two and warmed up in my basement with blankets. We watched music videos and saw this sweet chinese music video swarming with hot chinese women. Seriously, what is it with Asian women being so hot? We had no idea what the hell they were singing or doing for that matter and still they video is so friggen sweet. If any American did a video like that, everyone and their mom would be like "WTF? This is lame." and change the channel. But the Asians...you just keep watching and go "Aww, I love Asians. I dont even care what they are doing. This is adorable and I love it." Dude, they had bright pink and orange hair and they still looked hot. Who doesn't like Asians? What is this? Asian is probably going to be the new synonym for hot one day. Maybe even now. I wouldn't be surprised at all. Party of five left eventually and then Brendan came over. We ate cookies and bickered for about an hour...over something so silly it should have been forgotten in 0.9 nano-seconds. But we are still so damn stubborn, niether of us could let it go. And now we can pretty much read each others minds obecause we both knew we were still thinking about it. His antibiotics...seriously...side affects- agression. My sparkling grape juice- I don't know. It just made lame. We were both being silly and couldn't let it go. I am really grateful that we don't have really big arguments with hurt embedded in them. I don't mind the bickering. Just as long as we don't get personal and fight. I like when we can still laugh at each other while we disagree. Tomorrow things will be okay, we will probably laugh about it a lot. And that's what I love about us. Dashboard just came on again, and I made some sweet emo pics.
That's right- pouty face and artificial tear...not to mention the emo post-it on my hat so that when I take pictures of myself, I can remember how emo I am. But no matter how many emo parodies I do, it doesn't make up for the fact that I am still a camera whore and I am still taking my own picture. And I'm spent, yo. Good night, good morning, and good day. Much love and then somem :D Jenny at 2:02 AM
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