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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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Yesterday I made cookies for my english class. First hour is always a slow start because nobody is really in the mood. But I realized that if first hour is a good, the rest of my day tends to be good or slowly getting better with each class. So, in a sense, you have to be sure you start your day off on a good note because it sets the tone of the rest of the day.
Well, that only makes sense sometimes. I say that because friday morning, I was brushing my teeth and I started gagging for some reason. So I spit out my toothpaste and moved over to the toilet and threw up. Totally random considering I didn't feel sick, but it happened. Twice in the span of 5 minutes. So, that was a pretty weird way to start the day. But when I got to school, I passed out the cookies to my class and they liked them a lot. The mood brightened in the class and we were ready for the day. ::Playing hopscotch on the floor tiles as we dicuss what we just read:: "Jen, can you stand still for just a little bit?" -Ms. Campbell "Sorry, Ms. Cam" -me She's still adjusting. We're learning about surrealism in Drawing. Our current project is to draw a picture that is surreal and applying different pen techniques to it (crosshatching, waves, etc). I'll post my blueprint eventually, but I'll verbalize the just of it. There are flowers and grass coming from the sky with crayons and rainbow colored raindrops falling from them. Within the sky, there is a man flying along side a goose, and underneath them are clouds becoming tie-dyed from the crayons and colorful raindrops. And within the clouds, there are dragons and eels with sharp teeth. In my final product, there will be no color- which is a shame considering this piece thrives for color. There will only be pen strokes of different variety, giving it a black and white essence of it's own. I guess you could use your imagination and place all the color in the right spots on your own...making the artwork your own within your mind. Zack and Joanna are my partners for our scene. It's quite a riot rehearsing, let me tell you. Highlighter fights and yelling at Laura's echoing voice, 'pigeons' turning into 'penguins', and all that jazz. I find comfort in knowing that I can wrestle as I please in the hallways of ACHS. I was in a headlock and then I pinned him to the ground with the help of my elbow jamming into his pressure point. I may not be as strong as a boy, but I know how to get around it. Hells yea, motha fuckas! I try out for the play Tuesday. The play is called Twelve Dreams and it is about this little girl keeps having these weird dreams. By the twelfth, she dreams her own death and dies, I could imagine? Maybe...I don't know...I will have to read up on it. Anyway, the part I am shooting for is Rindy, Emma's best friend. Wish me luck, my loves! Math is bearable. I still don't like it, even if it is Finite. There is a small few in my class that make learning a more pleasant experience, so that's nice. Kamin is still crazy, but I'm used to it by now. Government is the last class of the day for me. It that class where when I finally get to it, I am so ready to leave it's not even funny. I'll stick to learning on my own. I barely learn anything in that class and it's such a disappointment. So I'll just read what I'm supposed to read, keep up on the news, and go from there. You know what's a shame? Nevermind. The point is, there is no point. There is no point in developing lasting feelings for anyone because they don't do anyone any good. Feelings should remain in the moment and never linger. I don't understand how two people can be so compatible but it fails to work out. Not necessarily FAILS but it doesn't piece together. You think you find the fitting piece to a puzzle but yet you never take the chance to put it in place...so as to be sure if it fits. I shouldn't care, I said I wouldn't care- but I do. I just don't get it. I've noticed that I've been doing my darnest to keep busy. If I keep busy, that means my mind will be occupied. And if my mind is occupied, it will be harder to dwell on how I miss my friends. But it's hard to overlook that being as it's not the same with the people I hang out with now. Similar moments with different people...it's just weird. Talking about things with other people, again, weird. Of course, everything is different. It is to be expected, being as it is different people. But it's hard to adjust to. I'll get by, but it's just not the same. I am beginning to feel suffocated by someone. I don't like it. If things don't change, I am going to speak up. I need my space. I attempted the belt buster at Blondies friday. Not the best idea considering how I started the day. I had absolutely nothing in my stomach anymore, and I didn't eat all day. I ate all the icecream but there were still melty remains and the cookies that came along with it. I felt crazy bloated and didn't want to push my luck considering I already threw up that day. So I had to throw the towel in. I did no defeat the belt buster...this time. Oh, there will be a next time. Damn straight. Watched Ellen DeGeneres with the girls and baby. Hrrmmm...I've seen that dvd with so many people and it's different with each and every one of them. Nevertheless, it still makes me happy because Ellen is my hero- and she is quite a hero to have. I think I am going to go thrifting. Calling all elements, Captain Planet need you! Time to go make whoopie! This post may have an underlying emo tone to it, but really, I am fine. I am just overwhelmed with how things are turning out. Everything will be okay. But I do really miss you all. Love, love, love Jenny at 4:05 PM
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