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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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I need a girl.
I am crazy longing for the tender affection and I didn't really think about it until today. Don't ask me why today, I don't even know. It's been driving me crazy, but subconsciously. I suppose now it's consciously bothering me, but it hasn't consumed my mind or anything. I am super tired. I did a lot of cardio today. But Moxely kicked us out early, so Coleman, Walton, and I played volleyball together. That's some good cardio right there. Then Pish joined us, as well as Julia and Pat. We ended up playing another round of volleyball, and then this tennis/volleyball game...I don't know...it was my first time since I've been in F4L the past jillion years. My arm is all black and blue, though. Playing volleyball with a bruise on your forearm = no good. It looks kind of cool, though. I should settle these longings with something that can occupy me. Maybe I'll master a sport or continue some hobbies...dedicate myfree time to art or soccer, volleyball, basketball, etc. I love sports. That will keep me busy. And by all means, consentrate on my studies. Umm, still struggling with that but in time lol. Then I will be too occupied mentally and physically for anything else. Except family and friends, they are an exception. I wish my nose wasn't stuffy. Now I talk funny. And because of that, I'm shy to read in front of the class because of my stuffy nose voice. I am really tired. I should be taking a nap. I want to watch Waking Life, though. But you have to be in the mood for it. And I'm too tired to be in the mood. I should take advantage of finally having it in my possession, though. I think I can watch it. I alwars have room for depth. I don't feel shallow right now, so that's good. I do feel stuffy. That's distracting. And tired...that's mind consuming. There's the icecream social tonight. I don't know if I should go. Do I have a choice? He really didn't bring it up today. I kinda don't wanna go because the girl is going. She makes things awkward. I don't like that. I don't know why people have to be so weird. And you'd think that the topic for our journal entry would give her a clue- "It is said that in order to survive, man must make order out of chaos. Do you agree believe in this? Yadda yadda, use evidentiary support" It is apparent that I want to make order out of this. It may not be chaos, but it is a friendship conflict. And I am a mender, I like to mend things. It is hard to be friends with someone when they cannot even confront you if something bothers him/her, or in this case STILL bothers her. Honestly, that's pathetic. By all means, if she's trying to become less attractive, she's definately succeeding. I hate when people bitch about something that is nothing, especially when I go out of my way to make things easier for her. It's black and white- it's not that hard. I also hate when I try to tell someone how I feel and I can't reach them. I am pissed, I want you to know why I am pissed so we can fix it and not do it again. It makes sense to me. By all means, if you're pissed at me, tell me so that I can do something about it. Look at it as constructive criticism. If I'm being as asshole, tell me, because I don't like being an asshole. Suppa time! I wish I could taste my food =/ Expect letters/goodies soon, loves. Very soon. Jenny at 5:09 PM
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