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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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Sometimes I am so overwhelmed with life and everything that comes with it,
I become sick to my stomach My nerves are so shot nothing feels restrained anymore and everything inside of me is floating around I want to throw up But maybe it's because I had a lot of weird foods with the girls I just feel like I've got the butterflies, but instead they are bats and there is no real source to this feeling besides the fact that the only thing keeping my insides where they are happens to be my body/shell/skin Inside, it feels like there is a storm brewing, like the transition from hot to cold--back and forth until a tornado forms. My moods are changing rapidly like the weather during a summer's evening, and I feel a tornado coming on. The thing is, what am I to do? I feel these flighty moods and I shudder at their continual metamophasis. Is there any sort of outlet for something like this? I feel like my mouth is bound and no one can hear me call for help. All around me, it is deafeningly quite, and deep inside there is a raging storm. I feel I should be moving a lot more, making a lot more noise, in order to be one with the storm--get it out of my system, perhaps. But instead, I just sit and ponder of what I could do. As deep and emo as that sounded, I'm in a fairly normal mood. I am not in a bad mood, I'm just in a pondering mood. I look forward to reading all day tomorrow and revamping. I need some me time. Today I got the most amazing buys at the Salvation Army. My favorites are the friggin' sweet cardigan and a sarcophagus backpack I bought. Yo estoy amazing. Es verdad. It's been good times so far during break. I'd elaborate if I wasn't so sleepy, so I'll save it for later. So I definately love my friends, getting to know friends better, and making new friends. And I friggin' love my hippie Amnesty kids; they are such beautiful people inside and out. I'm in love with the world. And tomorrow I will be inspired. I will write something. I want to go downtown soon. I feel like walking around the city. I feel like going into different cafes and meeting new people. I feel like appreciating strangers and making new friends. As for now, it is time for slumber. Love, Jen Jenny at 1:41 AM
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