I'm goin' a little thxthxthx on you.

Hope you don't mind.

Thank you, page 635 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, for always being there even though I've opened the book to you about five times before having to take off and do something else.

Thank you, sudden outburst, for giving me a relief from the annoyance and frustration caused by someone forcing someone else to move from a comfortable spot while they're in pain.

Thank you, huge bag of clothes that don't fit anymore, for giving me an excuse to leave the house, even for a moment, and let out some crying. I was able to return into the house without much evidence that I'd let this out at all.

Thank you, tears, for doing the same as the outburst did.

Thank you, conscience, for making it impossible to hate someone I love because they're being impossible.

Thank you, empathy, for helping me realize that I feel the same wat they probably do sometimes.

Thank you, comfy bed, for being cleaned so easily and now being open for me to lay on.

Thank you, Daddy, for being on your way home now. I don't think we can last much longer with out you.

Thank you, writing, for helping me feel even better.

And screw you, house, for still being so freaking messed up.

This is really more of a sticky note than a letter.

Oh, uh, hi, Heart.

Uhm, please disregard that last letter. I'm perfectly fine with all the fluttery happiness, even if it means a little sadness here and there. Thanks and keep up the good work. Love you!

-Jenna

Unrelated note for those of you that aren't my internal organs (there are organs that aren't internal...?):

METRO-CRUISE WAS SO MUCH FUN YAY. Lots of cool pictures. :D Megan'll probably have them up tomorrow or somethin', she was just worrying my dad's computer's hard drive was gonna crash or something. xD But memory =/= what's on the hard drive, oddly enough, so it won't. :D ...assuming I paid enough attention to what my dad was talking about.

OH HI THERE GUY ARE YOU ANNOYED WITH MY PERSISTENCE YET? Pffft, Man-in-the-sky knows I am. xD (Megan gets really mad when I say "God" when not talking about Him, so I'm tryin' to quote the Invention of Lying more.)

:D

edit: There are a LOT of things that I didn't realize that were considered organs that fit under the "external organs" heading. So no need to list any. :p

Coincidence-y, yeah?

So, I read this comic called Questionable Content five days a week and yesterday the update was...kind of awesome, but made me wish that I could've done it with somebody that I wanted to be around when I was panicking. Here's the comic I'm talking about. Now, the end part wouldn't happen, because I would assume we'd both be fully clothed and not in our nightwear, and it would probably be about something other than a guy I really really liked, but hey! It'd be nice to have the person I want to talk to a couple houses away instead of a couple of whiles away. I can think of at least a handful of occasions where it would have been nice to walk down the street instead of sending him a message and waiting.

Um. Happy time now?! :D

...I dunno. Someeebody should live closer. >_> Not that he has much control over that right this second.

ANYWAY. Uhm. I don't really have anything to talk about other than that. xD BUT TODAY IS MORE METRO-CRUISE! If you don't know what the Metro-Cruise is, it's a thing on 28th street where all these REALLY cool cars park in Roger's Plaza and by Klingman's and by Toys R Us and you can go take pictures of them and they cruise up and down 28th street. Yesterday, while my sister, mom, and I were out and about, we saw a car that I think I was a bit taller than. Yeah. Kinda scary, innit? Then at five o'clock today is the official cruise where every car pulls out from wherever they are on 28th street and ride up and down. I honestly can't remember what the reason that they started this was supposed to be, but I did learn from a sign they had at Woody's that it's the sixth annual one! And a couple of years ago, when I was coming home from Gatlinburg with a friend and her dad and stepmom, that it's no fun to try and get through. Or, rather, it's no fun to try and get through when you really, really want to get home. Which I kind of did that day because the friend's dad and stepmom were kind of driving me crazy. They were (and still are, I believe) uber strict Catholics. And...yeah...they're a little odd to be around when I'm used to my parents, who took us to church when we were little, but don't really force it anymore, and had me grow up on the Beatles, Meat Loaf, and Ozzy. xD Er, yeah, tiny bit weird.

...euh. Thassit. Time to get ready to go take pictures of the pretty cars! :DD

.....

I'm being stupidly insecure and I'm sorry about that.

You're my friend and I'm scared to see you.

Even though you're fun to talk to, I'm scared to see you.

Even though not talking to you makes me hate myself, I'm still too scared of seeing you to stop.

I suck.

I'm sorry.

Dearest Heart

Dearest Heart,

Oh, you know I adore you so. You make me feel great when I'm watching a Disney movie and the hero saves the day and when I've just received a hug and when I'm reading some lovey-dovey moment in any of the many books I've read. You make me feel like I'm going to burst when soooomeoneeee says something nice. You make Quasimodo and Forrest Gump seem like the sweetest guys ever. But, you also seem to be a little slow on the uptake. I feel like I need to inform you that what you're hoping for isn't happening. And while hoping that that'll change might be comforting...it's not really that realistic at this point. Friends is it. So deal and catch up with Brain. Please, I'm begging you. Forget this and move on.

All my love,

Jenna

"Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?"

Kreacher completely redeemed himself with that one line, I think. C:

HI THERE WORLD. I'm bored and writing. And reading Deathly Hallows over again, for those of you that didn't get it from the quote. And shame on you if you didn't. The Harry Potter series is freaking amazing and the movies lately have kind of failed to show the awesomeness that is in the books. I mean, really. "I AM THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE *RUN AWAY*" Fail. There is this AWESOME explanation as to *why* Snape referred to himself as the Half-Blood Prince and pffffft. They completely ignored it. I, however, am happy to explain it to anyone willing to listen. ^__^ Granted, though, my explanation might be a little off because I read that part so long ago...

I feel bad for my new books. I get them, get all excited about reading them, then....reread a Harry Potter book because I read about the Battle of Hogwarts so much on a Facebook page that I wanted to reread it. xD But also Ron coming back and....oh, wait, maybe I shouldn't spoil it for everyone. Can I at least tell you what happens to George? He loses an ear. And says he's feeling "saintly" afterwards because, well, he's holey! ...get it? :D Holey? Holy? ....yeah.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH people frustrate me sometimes. Oh! How is it that someone that's kind of pessimistic can be related to someone so happy-go-lucky? (People who know sisters at school..well..you probably know who I'm talking about. xD) One relative will be all "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YEAH!" and the other will just be "....bleh today sucks." It confuses me. I'm pretty sure Megan and I are about the same level of optimism....as the rest of our family is.....so how does such a big difference occur? o___o I am intrigued.

Yech. I tried doing some squat-like-things while holding Madison yesterday (she's about twenty pounds and thus makes for pretty good "dead" weight) and my legs hurt. A lot. xD My abdominal muscles seem okay from the sit-ups, though, so that's a good sign! ...right? I dunno. I guess I'm trying to get myself prepared for my weight training class this year. Yeah, I have gym again. Wooooooooo.....

Zhiva said Smurf war instead of turf war on an NCIS episode earlier and now I kinda want to see this. I doubt that Smurfs would actually fight each other, though, so that might not work at all....which reminds me, am I the only one excited for a Smurf movie next year? I looked it something up a little while ago and saw who was going to play Gargamel, but I can't remember who it was....*checks* Oh hey it's Hank Azaria! Neat. He was a bunch of people/voices in Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian and he was the "obscure movie actor" dad in Eulogy, which makes him a good actor in my book. :D And Neil Patrick Harris is gonna be in it, too, which should be neaaaaat.....he's also gonna be in a movie based on a book I love called Beastly, which is in turn based on, you guessed it, Beauty and the Beast. ...HA! Katy Perry's gonna be Smurfette. Hee. I dunno why, but that makes me smile.

Thinking about Gargamel makes me think of the valve oil from band...or at least I think it was valve oil. I dunno. It was something that I, a woodwind player, never needed to use, so that's probably what it was. Anywho, it was blue and Weber said that Gargamel had finally caught some Smurfs...I can't remember if I was the only one that found it really funny, though (besides Weber himself, that is).

Meh....that's kind of it...and I want to read more of my lovely book, so I bid you adieu.

These are a few of my favorite things...

I like that song. I dunno about you, but I do. :D

And a few of my favorite things...?

Realizing the people-I'd-rather-not-see-at-orientation's surnames come after "M" (1:00-2:30 is for surnames A-M only) and I probably won't see them, unless they screw up and don't follow the schedule.

Discovering Madison has randomly decided to lay down next to me, even when my squishy pillow has been abandoned and left available for her to lounge on.

How my abdominal muscles are apparently so messed up and weak that my back hurts looooong before my stomach does. xD Silly muscles.

How being bored and waiting for orientation turns into "let's do sit-ups! 0___0"

Soft things that are crack for my hands.

Talking to a person that can make me feel better about seeing the surname-after-M person. :D He's awesome like that. And we actually talked for like an hourrr~

Listening to Megan play Yellow Submarine on the keyboard and then turn around and call O'Malley "hot stuff".

My physics book. *insert awesome face here*

Seeing someone exclaim that they would scream and hug Justin Bieber if he went to their school on a status filled with "I'd kill/beat up/shove down the stairs".

Comments on my blog! Thank you, Miss Katherine! :D

And these are a few of my favorite things~

Teen Titans, GO!

I found my Raven action figure. Yes, the Raven from Teen Titans. Yes, the cartoon series that used to be on Cartoon Network and they canceled for whatever stupid reason they came up with. I think I have a Beast Boy one around here, too. They're the only action figures I've ever owned, I think. They came with a flying contraption of sorts, too, that was supposed to be Raven's. I have no idea why she would need a flying machine, though, because hey! SHE CAN FLY ON HER OWN. I mean, I know that making yourself fly with your mind must be tiring, but...honestly? How far would she have to go on her own? Whenever there's somewhere to be for Raven, it usually includes the whole team. Thus giant flying rocket thingy.

Geez I'm so technical.

I'm trying to find a picture of this set of toys but the Internet is failing me. I'm sorry.

But back to the Raven action figure....she doesn't look much like Raven, really. Everything that's supposed to be dark blue (cape, boots, wrist things, eyes) are purple and her hair is black instead of purple...Her cape is really short. Her hands are kind of hugeish (probably for holding onto the unnecessary flying thing) and her boobs look like a butt. No, seriously. They do. And she's less aloof looking and more...emotionless drone. It's kind of sad, considering she was one of my favorites--tied with Cyborg, Starfire, and Beast Boy, of course. I didn't like Robin much.

I kind of wish I could read the comics of this. I tried reading one at the bookstore that used to be in Woodland mall that I can't remember the name of (Walden Books, maybe?) and it was a little scary because Raven's mama was all screaming and giving birth to Raven and stuff and I was probably like eight. I don't remember. But yeah, it was kind of creepy. xD I still wish I was more of a comic person, though. Comics seem like they'd be fun to read, I just can't seem to get my hands on any.

Superheroes have always fascinated me. Megan and I have almost always played a game based around super powered kids and did until I was about in middle school. After that, the imagining got a little bit harder to do. :/ It's sad how that happens. I've also tried writing stories about superheroes and I even have the first issue of my own little comic. (Said comic will never see the light of day, though, because the art is HORRIBLE. Although I still kind of like the concept and the villains.) None of it amounted to much, though, which is kind of sad. Recently the only superhero things I've done have been drawings, movies, or looking at gifted boarding school roleplay sites (yeah I'm a dork that way). ...I think I might try coming up with a new story that has to do with superheroes or something, though. It sounds fun and reality's getting just a little boring. c:

...hrm. I think I might go doodle some character ideas now.

pain medication isn't as neat as I thought.

yech. I'm tired. I dunno if it's the meds or the all the waking up I did due to the meds, but nyeeeeeeh. Want sleep.

I woke up last night/this morning about midnight-thirty and realized I could take my vicodin, so I did. Semi-crazy dreams did then occur.

(By the way, I should not be blamed for any of this. I'm tired and just about as blaaah feeling as I was Wednesday when I was still anesthetic-y.)

First dream was somethin' about me having my birthday party in May for some reason (my birthday is in December, so it was just a little weird) and it started rather late. Like, seven o'clock. So Dream-Me was thinking that we should make it a sleepover! Then one friend started making a fuss and saying she had stuff to do tomorrow. The specific person I think was an Emily T. but I dunno, my brain cooked this up over twelve hours ago. Anywho. I started yelling at her about how she shouldn't have come then, and she yelled at me for something and I don't even remember what it was but it made me super sad. D: I actually woke up feeling like crying because it upset me so much. Of course, I'm one of those sensitive kids that turns to crying as a release for just about everything, sooo....that might not be significant. And there was something to do with Ashante, another school person, that got me upset, but that's probably just because she'd gotten me mad at the mall today by just walking off and leaving the group. And corrupting my little sister's mind. >> But, yeah, that was weird dream numero uno.

Weird dream number two was much more obscure, if possible. There was some Japanese movie that I was watching/in and I think it started with an "O"...the other people watching it made a comment about how "the wife isn't even a part of the main story", I know that for sure. But there was some wizard guy and he was trying to unlock something...uhmyeah. I should've tried writing this when I woke up, but I swear, I remembered just as much then as I do now. xD

Then there was a short episode where I guess I was a cat? And I was jumping through this tunnel outside of a department store and for some reason Yugi Muto from Yu-Gi-Oh! was there, Yami Yugi included. Then Cat-Me got picked up and taken by some guys and when they got back to their house I was a girl again and they were all confused. I think there was a car wash, too. Or maybe that was their house.

And then there was the last one, which was about my cousin Sarah conspiring to murder my dad, Papaw, Megan, and I. It didn't really focus on my dad or Papaw, but I'm pretty sure that they were both there. She had us kept in some random house that looked vaguely like the one in T-Town but smaller and less nice. Megan and I were trying to find a way to get out, one of the ways being leaving little notes on the memory books Sarah was going to give to the family after we were gone (I don't know how that would've helped us any, either). I know it was around Christmas because Sarah gave me some chemical to make Megan drink "on Christmas" and telling me to give her the stuff that would kill her on a day that was months from the current date would be crazy. Well, I didn't give it to her and Sarah ended up pouring what she thought was the rest down the drain and I thought that Megan might be able to pretend that she was dead and get out. And I tried to get Sarah to not-kill me because it was so close to my birthday or something like that. I woke up then. I kind of wish I would have stayed asleep for this one because it was interesting. But I'm also really, really glad I woke up because it was one of those dreams where even though you KNOW it's gotta be a dream, it's freaky vivid and scaring you a whole lot.

Also, Sarah, if you ever read this: I do not think you are a murderer. I was just on vicodin and it gave me crazy dreams, I swear.

SO GUESS WHO'S NOT TAKING VICODIN BEFORE BED TONIGHT, NO MATTER HOW MUCH HER MOUTH HURTS?!

random post of SKEE NEW LOOK

hahaha I don't even know.

But I can has a new look for blog? Yes, I can.

And it looks cute. More like me. :3

Although Blogger's lack of a rainbow background perturbs me. >>

...that's it. :D

Yeah, I'm posting about my suckish situation of teeth again.

Because, DARNIT, I like being able to sleep through the whole night without waking up because the left side of my jaw is exploding! For some reason that doesn't bother me all too much during my waking hours, 'cuz it still hurts quite a bit, but four o'clock in the morning is NOT a time when my mouth should start hurting!

I need pain medication that works all freaking night. Like seriously.

There is no point to this. Just me writing. But, then again, is there any point to any of my blog posts other than me just writing?

My heart warms at you using my phrase, btw. Or what I've come to know as mine, anyway (a certain someone...? ohhh, my curiosity is killing me).

Apparently Katherine has more stuff for us? WHAAAAAT? We come home with ten space bags of clothing and you STILLLL have stuff for us? Nooooooooooooo I don't want to have to find somewhere else to put all these clothes....we haven't even started unpacking Mamaw's stuff yettt....

Ow ow ow ow ow. I should probably eat something so I can take my vicodin. I don't get how House could swallow more than one at a time like it was candy or something. I've had to take pills all my life more-or-less and it's never been that easy. >> Maybe he had a smaller kind of vicodin. Or they just used actual candy on the show to lie to us. I really don't think I could dry-swallow even one of those pills....yech. (Reason number one I'll never abuse prescription drugs: I forget to take the onses that are actually prescribed to me half the time. Reason number two: You DIE doing that.)

I now has applesauce. Soon I will be able to take my loverly pain medications...soooooon.

I kind of wonder if this has anything to do with my eating stuff I probably shouldn't have yesterday (pizza and breadsticks)? Originally the plan was to go to Pizza Hut because they had pasta I could eat, too...but then we got there and I was "WANT PIZZA. DO NOT CARE IF HURTS, WANT PIZZA >:" because it's pizza night. Friday has been pizza night for forever and a day or something like that.

Bah. I've gotta be quieter with typing because Megan's friend, the lovely miss Carter, is over and she's still trying to sleep. That's the bad part with this keyboard; it likes to be louddddd. But that's really what I love about it. I can hear myself type and when I'm on a roll, it makes me happy! Something along the lines of "Hey! I'm writing! Sweet!"

On the subject of writing, on August thirtieth I'll be going back to GVSU for a publication party for the book that all the people from writing camp put their stuff in. :D And we'll all be getting it then and reading our pieces to EVERYONE. I'm a little nervous about it, mostly because 1) the formatting of mine is a little weird so it might take people some time to catch on and 2) it's personal stuff that I've already shared with my tablemates, but with the whole group? Eh heh. That's a little much. But I'll get through it because I'm a trooper. ...Megan would also like it to be known that her picture is going to be on the cover of said book. ("Stfu Jenna >>")

Hrrrrrmmm...still been attempting to cover Breathe. I even tried to get Megan to do the piano part for me, but she said she couldn't get it without sheet music. Kinda sad, but for the better. It'd be harder for me to try and sync us both up instead of just getting me to sing the notes at the right part with an instrumental on Youtube. BUT! I've gotten pretty good at that, other than getting that stupid long I~~~ right. The note(s) that she changes to aren't really sticking in my head, so I can't remember what I'm supposed to go to until BAM it's there. As simple as this song should be, it's kind of frustrating that it isn't just working as is. I still freaking LOVEE this song, though.

So, I guess this was less about my teeth and pain and more on whatever was on my mind. Well, except for what prompted me to get blogging today in the first place. Y'see, I wasn't really planning on writing anything because I'm exhausted and kind of just wanted to get ready to go to Woodland and hang out with some friends quietly. But then I saw a certain someone's status about missing a certain someone's blog posts or something along those lines...and I don't know how many blogs you read...but good Lord did that make me smile, thinking that maybe the posts you were missing were mine. :) And, obviously, made me blog. Yay! You make me write. Even more reason for you to stick around!

Related side note: Unless I completely misinterpreted that post? Then my own craziness makes me write. But YOU cause that craziness, soo...my point is still valid.

(Unrelated side note: What exactly is up with the period-then-exclamation-point thing? It's annoying. wtf. Seriously.)

I'm in stitches! ....LITERALLY!

I AM. REALLY. ON THE VERY BACK OF MY JAW/GUMS/WHATEVER.

And they hurt. A lot.

...and I don't have a real line of thinking for this blog about me getting me wisdom teeth out....

So random listy time! :D (gawsh I love things.)

I got to wear pjs to the oral surgeon today. Possibly my favorite part of the whole experience.

I HATE blood pressure cuffs. They hurt almost as badly as my stitches. :c

It was joked about that maybe the anesthesia (something I can ALMOST spell on my own now) would help me be less panicky about people. AND OH GAWSH I'VE BEEN COMMENTING WITHOUT MUCH WORRY. this is so weird. I'M NOT THAT WORRY-LIKE. And I was only slightly worried when somebody awesome randomly showed up with ice cream (sorry I didn't make an appearance: I felt icky looking all over ><).

That ice cream was very yummy, btw. I made Megan scoop some for me after you left. :3

AGHHHHHH THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE WHUT I AM IN PAJAMAS AND MY FACE HURTS WHY ARE PEOPLE HERE?! (libby and roxanne people, I think, for those of you that know them). 

I can't even freaking swish water to make sure I don't have any food stuck in my stitches or sommat. I have to get some water in my mouth, then move my head to get the water around. It is rather ridiculous. :/

murrrrrrrrr I survived my IV. But I still wish I was small enough to use the mask. :c

Uhmmmmmmmm it took me like an hour to eat half a plate of rice and chinese-stuff-in-a-can-that-I-forgot-the-name-of. Because I can't chew and I can't open my mouth that much. :c Sad day.

NIKKI IF YOU READ THIS I WANTED TO COME OVER RANDOMLY AND GIVE YOU A HUG BUT I COULDN'T DRIVE WITH MY SIMILARLY MEDICATED MOTHER BECAUSE....WELL.....I KINDA STILL HAD ANESTHETIC IN ME. WHICH WOULD BE BAD TO DRIVE WITH. D:

unfortunately I don't think you'll read this unless I purposely try to get you to.

*siiiiiiiiiiiiigh* eh that's okay. I've tried to get plenty of people to read it by mentioning their names in the shared-ness. xD

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I GOT TO SLEEP ALL DAY!

that is all.

ish?

Dearest Brain,

Dearest Brain,

Please stfu. I have to get up early tomorrow so I can go and get scary surgery done. You and your imaginings of what could go wrong are not helping. The pictures of a certain someone aren't, either. So, please, just STOP. Thank you!

All my love,

Jenna

P.S. Wanna give me some awesome story idea soon? That'd be great. Thanks in advance. :]

Random Thoughts for August 17th 2010

Because HEY I have no idea what to write about but I still want to to write, GUESS WHAT I'M GONNA DO. Yeah, that's right. Random thought list thang. :]] Because they're kind of fun to come up with.

TOMORROW I'M GETTING MY WISDOM TEETH OUT. sucky, I know.

Today I my aunt Cris started a blog. Weird name, thanks to miss Kate, but pretty darned good writing. I love her so much. :3 Both of them, really.

One comment made me see how sweet a certain person that someone I love loves is. (Hope that made sense. Person who this refers to, you should know who you are. ;P)

Sometimes I like Time New Roman for smileys and sometimes I don't. ;P is one of those smileys that I don't like it for.

A girl at Lowe's today told me that she was hoping to get a shirt like mine at Hot Topic. It made me smile. Apparently I'm not the only girl that shops on the "guy" side of the store!

I got tagged as a PANDAFISHTHING. :D

And it was suggested to me that I try to cover Paramore's Breathe (aka Until Tomorrow to some people). That song is basically the same three verses over and over again...and yet it is very, very difficult. If you don't know me and my musical ability, I'd obviously do a vocal cover 'cause hey I can't play piano. xD

It's funny that that song was suggested when it fits EVERYTHING SO WELL. You know, other than my voice. I can sing that song preeeeetty darn well thanks to awesome smoothness. :DD Other songs like Ignorance....yeeeeeeeeah I have issues with rockness. My voice is apparently meant for more classically things than that, much to my utter dismay.

I HAVE A WHOLE CRAP LOAD OF SOFT FOODS. :O Applesauce, pasta, pudding, more pasta...lots and lots of soft things. And giant marshmallows, for some reason. I am intrigued. 

I opened a new Microsoft Word document earlier today, intent on writing something fantastically AWESOME. I proceeded to stare at it blankly. It was not meant to be.

I LOVE SOMEONE VERY MUCH, buuuuuuuut maybe that's just me being young and stupid.

I might look like a chipmunk tomorrow. That's gonna be sad because Megan's gonna take pictures of me while I'm asleep. :c She's mean like that.

OH BUT HEY I get to sleep as much as I want tomorrow 'cause I have the excuse of anesthesia. :DDDD YAY FOR MEDICALNESS.

Uh. I'm still not jealous of a friend who got asked out/told she was liked six times in one month. That's...wow. No. I can't handle two in one summer. That's....no no no. I'm a quiet awkward little nerd and that's how it's going to stay.

I know I've freaked out about this several times already, but.....MY LITTLE SISTER IS GOING TO BE A FRESHMAN.

Also I was told to try making new friends this year. Any volunteers? :D

Theories for my feeling weightless.

1. I'm exhausted and feeling lightheaded.

2. I'm just in a good mood.

3. There was something in my tater tots that is now causing me to hallucinate, thus the feeling weightless.

4. I'm dreaming and can feel any way I want.

5. I'm actually on the moon and hallucinating due to lack of oxygen. My subconscious is still acknowledging that I am essentially weightless.

6. I am cray-cray.

7. I'm kind of sort of head-over-heels and hearing your voice makes me unbelievably happy (even when it's through a video)?

I thin that last one is most likely, with the lack of sleep, tater tots, and crazy theories tied for second.

RAWRGLEBLARGLE.

...k. I know I just posted, like, twenty minutes ago or something. But I NEED to get this out SOMEWHERE and I know roughly three people MAYBE read this on a regular basis. xD So NO ONE WILL KNOW! ...not that you guys are no one. I LOVE YOU!

anywho. So I ended up looking through old pictures because Facebook keeps tricking me into it when I'm looking at NEW pictures (stupid sidebar thingy). The pictures it led me to were from a certain *insertderogatorywordforladyofyourchoicehere*'s birthday party back in June. One I wasn't invited to. Not that I'm bitter about it. No.

...okay maybe a little. BUT I THOUGHT WE WERE AWESOME FRIENDS, OKAY? D: I'm a little hurt. 'Specially since just about EVERYONE ELSE SHE KNOWS WAS INVITED. Like random guys from middle school (no offense meant to Chris and Evan...but really?!?!? I'VE BEEN FRIENDS WITH HER SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL ASDALKDALSK). I can't believe I'm still frustrated with her about this...but the title that had been given to this album was "Thats what friends are for.." and I find it a little ironic (that's the right word, right? Because I'm no good with irony...).

(side note: Frollo-Archdeacon interaction at the beginning of HoND is sweeeeeeeeeetness)

AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW SCHOOL IS GOING TO WORK THIS YEAR. We more or less have the same group of friends, so how is she gonna keep avoiding me? Huh? Eek. I hope this doesn't mean that they're gonna stray away from me, too. o__o 'Cuz that would SUCK so much. I mean, they've disappeared this summer, but that's because it's summer and people do drift apart. I'm not a very social person (duh) so I don't really get why it was weird that people weren't talking to me much.

Which would be worse, I wonder? Her ignoring me? Or running over and giving me a hug like nothing happened? I think the latter would. It would confuse me so. so. much. ;_;

...and that's it. I'm gonna focus on Quasi and my toaster waffle now.

"...rule like Titans EXCEPT for Kronos..."

Denzel Washington should've said that. It would've made me smile. 'Cuz, y'know, Kronos sucked. I think the other Titans were kind of okay, though. :/ I can't remember. I haven't read me Greek Myths book in a whileeee.

This is kind of more random musings than a blog post, really. I think. I dunno. It might turn into something more.

I can't find my pencil sharpener. This makes me sad because I NEEEED my pencil sharpened to draw well-ish. Because a dull pencil SUCKS. D:

I like having happy moments where I breathe in and feel like I'm gonna burst. I've had a lot more of those than usual lately. Too bad they only last a few seconds. But, since they usually happen when you're in my Newsfeed...they happen often enough. :D

I wanna see Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. :x Nowwww.

I just saw a trailer for the Last Exorcism. I am terrified. o_________________o

That just reminded me of when I saw Salt and freaked out at the Paranormal Activity 2 trailer. ...shut UP the first time I saw it it really freaked me out and I didn't wanna get freaked out again. D: Andrew and Shane weren't nice. I'm not sitting between them next time.

.....maybe.

I WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING AWESOME. but I don't know what.

I saw Hoyt and Summer (grrrrmustdieee) on tonight's True Blood and thought: "That's what he and I coulda been like. o_____o" No, not the "he" I've been swooning over...which makes the thought just a little bit weirder. :|

A while ago I found myself being jealous of a friend that had, like, six guys ask her out/tell her they liked her in one month. Now, after two this summer, I AM NOT JEALOUS. akdfhasdfh.

....I like being a quiet nerd. It's less stressful. :'D

I think I've used the most smileys in a blog ever with this. Huh.

...LA LA LA I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU KATHERINE SOOO MUUUUUUUCH.

yeah. and mebbe somebody else, too.

Liking a post isn't much of a response I'd like to see. But, eh, gotta take what I can get, right? Right.

mhm.

I wish.....

....that we could have met ages ago. Maybe if we'd grown up together, this might've happened sooner and I could be over it by now. Or maybe we could've been so best-friend-y that liking you would've been like liking a brother (even though I don't have one of those, the idea is still ewwwwwww).  Or maybe you would've actually known me and liked me, too. And then things would be awesome! Right?

I wish I would've been born a month earlier. Then I could be a senior right now, which would've meant I would have been around you a whole year more. Maybe then I could've been more outgoing around you and things could've worked out. Or maybe I would've ended up being so different that it wouldn't have mattered. I don't know if I would like that better...I like being around you. What if being born November 27th instead of December 27th would have meant not liking you? What if it meant I'd be a bitch? That would suck so much. I don't want it to be like that.

I wish that things could be different than they are now, though. I wish I could figure out how to get over all this. It's been, what, six months since I professed my undying love for you (no, that's not what I actually did, I know, but I'm a writer: I naturally make things more fantastic/ridiculous)? And you said you just wanted to be friends then, right? I even know WHY you want to be friends. So why can't I just give up?

I wish I could think of you or see your profile picture on Facebook and not have some mixture of happy butterflies and depressed (pronounced de-press-edd because I like it better that way in this context) sighs. I wish I could see you more and not just be an observer when we're with a group of friends. I want to be able to be one of those people that interacts with you instead of just watching you interact with others. True, that's one of the reasons I like to be around you, but...I want to have fun with you, too.

I also wish that I could stop being a bitch to those I care about because of this...it makes me feel horrible, like one of those manipulative girls you see in those overdrama'd television shows/movies they show on ABC Family or the Halmark Channel or whatever. I don't like feeling like that because I hate those girls. They're stupid. :| And I don't like using that word, but they are.

I wish...I just wish I could be happy with what I've got. But that 'what if' keeps sneaking in and...for a short time, I'm happy. But then I realize it's not reality and I crash. Which sucks. A lot.

...gosh I hope you actually read this. Too bad you probably won't.

Thought processes intrigue me.

Or, rather, the uniqueness of them does.

Isn't it weird to think that something completely normal to you is utterly alien to someone else? That something your family has done for years and years is a brand new idea to a friend? I think it is sometimes. The fact that people in general are so different is weird to me. How does everyone grow up in the same world with such different experiences? How do we all end up in the same place a different way?

Take my maternal grandparents for a weak example. I call-called-gah-this-is-difficult-to-try-and-explain-now them Mamaw and Papaw, which I think is a southern , but I'm not entirely sure, so don't quote me on that. But I've always known that not everyone uses those names, even though it sometimes took me a minute to realize why someone wouldn't get it right away. Although it's not really odd that not everyone uses these names because I've known that since I was little. Everybody had two Grandmas and two Grandpas, not a Grandma, a Grandpa, a Mamaw, and a Papaw. I was special like that.

Another thing was that I saw (and kind of successfully avoided!) some friends at Swing the other night when I got dropped off downtown after the beach. One of the friends asked my mom where I was, to which my mother responded with "Oh, she's down here somewhere!" If I had learned something like this, I would've left a question on that person's wall asking where they was at. She didn't, though she might've seen Megan and I jump into the van all speedy-like when my parents pulled up a little more. Sorry, guys. A lot of you annoy me a whole bunch and I don't like seeing you. School is going to freaking suck because of this.

Another good example might be the use of a simple word like "stupid". Honestly, that word is kind of stupid in the way that it's not a good word to use to describe anything. Yet, if someone you care about calls something that you're kind of worrying about stupid, you can get really, really upset with that person you love. It can also make you realize on the car ride home from a place like Grand Haven that your rawrgh-gawsh-I'm-angry face and your bored-blah-nothing-to-do face are very similar and it's no wonder people confuse the two.

Sometimes people decide that it's okay to call people mean things. We've all done it before. Maybe you've called someone the worst mistake of your life before. Maybe not. If you did, though, maybe you didn't realize when you said it that it might make it back to her. Maybe you didn't think that far ahead when you said it. Maybe you didn't really care. I doubt that, though, because she's your friend. Isn't she? Maybe you didn't think that saying it LOUD ENOUGH SO EVERYONE COULD HEAR would mean that someone would get mad at you for her. Maybe you thought everyone would take it as a joke. I obviously didn't, but maybe I'm weird. You certainly thought I was when I asked you if you were a complete idiot or if you just liked being a jerk (alright, I used a different word, yeah, but that's beside the point). You responded just as rudely with an f-bomb and walked off. I proceeded to resist beating you to a bloody pulp with my clarinet case; I needed it nice for marching band season, I think. But maybe my reaction was overdramatic. Maybe I was the one being weird. Or maybe I was the only sane one in that room that felt like she didn't deserve to be called the worst mistake of your life.

(This should be noted: I was NOT called the worst mistake of his life, a good friend was. I just yelled at him for it.)

Grief is another thing that is processed in the mind differently. We all go through pain in a way that's probably weird to others. Sometimes it gets bottled up. Sometimes it comes out in tears, screams, anything like that. People get angry, people get over it quickly, people are okay at first and breaking down in the next second. I've felt less depression over the loss of Mamaw than I ever thought I would. The complete details of how I've felt about not being completely depressed is a whole 'nother post in itself, I'm sure, so I'll just focus on this point. I feel like this is both a relief and completely weird. What about my aunt, my cousin, and my mom? They've felt so much more crap over this than I have. I've read enough of Katherine's blog and heard enough about Aunt Cris to know that. But I guess I didn't spend almost every moment of my life around Mamaw, so I wasn't as attached. She wasn't my mother or my second mother. She didn't raise me like she raised Cris or Kate or my mom. She wasn't nearly as close to me as she was to them. ...I'd kind of like to get off this subject, actually. Another time I'll finish my thoughts about this, maybe.

So, I guess my point is that people are really different. This fact intrigues me to no end and I'm re-realizing it over and over again everyday.

Brodykins and Easter Eggs.

I dunno I kind of feel like writing but I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT so let's see what comes out.

I SAW AN ADORABLE BRODYKINS TODAY. He's my new second cousin. Like, new as in born a few weeks ago. He is pretty cute. c: I also saw his mommy and daddy, my cousin and a guy none of the family likes (but maybe related to Hannah? I dunno, how common is the last name DeWinter? o___o). He was okay while we were over visiting, I guess...maybe having a son's got him straightened out some? I dunno.

BUT THE BABY WAS ADORABLE AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS. :D

uhmmm. Megan and I made french toast this morning. Well, Megan mixed up the eggy stuff and I dipped them in it and cooked 'em. During the thunderstorm we had, too. So when the smoke detector started going off, we had to turn on the fan, open the door, and turn of the air conditioning. This would've been not-so-bad-ish if it hadn't been pouring. Then we could've opened the windows, too. But the French Toast was  YUUUUUMMMMMYYYY so it was okay. And not only did we find a piece that had a smiley face on it (it was not eaten, of course), the SYRUP ITSELF HAD A SMILEY FACE (as pictured below. It was pretty great to open up the syrup and find a smile. Pretty great indeed.

After breakfast we went and saw Brody...which I already talked about...and then when we came home Megan and I played The White Wolf of Icicle Creek or whatever that Nancy Drew game is. Yes, they have those. And they're actually pretty fun. Anywho, Megan and I found a really cool easter egg in the game where you can one: call this guy called Mystico the Magnificent, who led you to catching an actual easter egg in the already-blown-up fishing shack, which led to finding a whole ROOM full of easter egg things that you're not able to get into usually. And we had a weird kind of creepy dream because of all this. We're kind of stuck now, though, because there's supposed to be a note and we get stuck in the sauna blah blah blah but the note isn't showing up. :/ So we're not sure what to do now.

THEEEEEEEENNN we went over to City Middle/High School for the music open house thang, where we got kind of signed up for stuff and had hotdogs and saw some friends as well as see Weber, the greatest band teacher ever. I also discovered that City is NOT air conditioned (saaad daaaaay) and that instead of regular uniforms for marching band, we will have black polos. Lovely, right? Apparently there was no time to get actual uniforms, so we've just got polo shirts. I felt bad for Weber, though, because the Union and City teachers got a bunch of WOOTS and all Weber got was clapping and my lame tiny woo! It's because all our cool kids graduated/aren't taking band this year, the losers.

BUT YEAH THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED TODAY SORTA KINDA.

And that's all I can think to write about.

Except that I discovered yesterday while riding home from the beach that the smell of dairy farm (or any farm that includes cows, I guess) is kind of reassuring? It's because my grandparents had a dairy farm for a really, really long time until recently, so I kind of grew up hanging out there a lot and...yeah. I am NOT weird.

...I think?

People I write like, apparently.

Randomness, I know.

Corey Doctorow (a lottt of my pieces have gotten me him, he's sci-fi writer, apparently).

William Gibson (not Mel's kid, also a sci-fi writer).

Stephen King (:DDDDDDDDD oh gawsh yes).

Dan Brown (HEY I KNOW THAT NAAAME).

J.D. Salinger (Catcher in the Ryeeee, haven't read that yetttt....).

S-S-Stephenie Meyer (I feel like crying...I really, really liked that blurb....).

James Fenimore Cooper (he wrote The Last Mohicans. All I know about that is that my mom likes the movie.).

See who YOU write like hurr. Hopefully you won't get Stephenie Meyer.... ;_______;

La dee da, no-stal-gee-a....

Dude, I did not even plan out that title. I just forgot what I was going to write (type?) about and forgot what to put there. So la dee da came out, then I remembered nostalgia....it worked out kind of well, didn't it?

....anyway. Blog post. Right.

I realized something really weird tonight. I was thinking about some friends (or, really, FRIEND) that I used to hang around a lottt back when school was in and stuff. And I was just lookin' at her profile a little (something I do once in awhile--wonder if I should send a message and try to reconnect, you see). I was thinking about how it used to be about six months ago. I was especially thinking about a picture that was taken back in January. It was at the WMCAT party, where everyone was supposed to be meeting the teachers or something and eating pizza. It was of all the girls (sans one Turek sister) together, happy, and more or less okay with one another. Now? Now, I have no idea what's going on anymore.

There it is.

But, seriously. What happened? We were all okay in this. We all loved each other. If anything, poor Nikki (pink plaid) was being teased at this time in secret about how many times she mentioned herself (whoops, was that supposed to stay secret?).

This picture was taken in January of this year. Yet so much has changed since then. See that hat on the girl with the pink glasses? That belonged to her boyfriend of the time, Dan. They had a messy break up and now neither of them can be around each other and there was some tension between both groups of friends for awhile. I even stood up for that girl to Sharron (preeetty scary girl sometimes, if you don't know 'er) because she was going to cause issues with being in the same room as Brittany (pink glasses). But at this time? They were joking around with each other just fine. They seemed to like each other a whole lot to me.

At this time, I thought maybe I still liked Omar a little. We actually had an awkward sit-on-the-couch-and-try-to-talk moment at this party, I think. Or maybe it was at a WMCAT class after this. I don't remember. Now, though....ohhhhh, now, I deeeefinitely don't like him like that. No, I've got another would-be-beau that I'm hoping will sweep me off my feet. (Beau? Good gawsh, I've been in the south a few too many times, haven't I?)

The girl to the right of me is Lucy. She and Anna (tall and right above me, of course) were best friends then, but something happened a little while after this and they were fighting. I never really understood why, other than Anna said that Lucy was causing too much stress, I guess? I don't know. But things weren't going so well for a while there. Lucy and Alyx had paired up, and talking about Anna more than I care to remember. They both made me so MAD. It was horrible for them to talk about her when she wasn't there. They made me realize how other people felt about Anna, too, and that made me even more upset. Now, though, they're friends again. Anna called Lucy her best friend, too. I was a little confused about this for a while, but after remembering all of this right this second? I'm really, really confused. But that's just how life works, isn't it?

The tall girl above Lucy? That's Alyx. She was dating Joe then. They seemed to like each other enough. Now? She's with Mister Homar (oops did I say that in my head aaaaand type it out?), who told me about a week or so before hooking up with her that he didn't want to love because he thought he had to hate to love and he didn't wanna hate....well, that certainly changed quick. If it's the real deal, though, I guess I can ignore the hypocrisy. But part of me doesn't really feel like it is....I dunno. That might be the bitter witch in me.

But I'm getting off subject here. I was looking at one of those girls' profiles and thinking "What happened?" It wasn't exactly sad or tragic...just wondering. Kind of nostalgic, I guess. But it happened not so long ago, so feeling nostalgic just doesn't feel right about it. You're supposed to feel nostalgia from your childhood, or high school once you're done with it, not while you're only a junior. (Note how I used "only". I feel that this isn't appropriate at ALL, because I certainly do not feel like I'm only a junior.) Anyhow, I just really, really miss the time in that picture, you know? It was more or less good. We were all alright with each other, with the exception of Miss Emily. We were all "I LOOOOOVE YOUUUUUU" like the dorks we were. Now, though....now I have NO idea what's going on anymore. But I guess I just have to deal with that.

That's okay, though. I have a bunch of cooler friends that hopefully won't cause issues. So, sorry, loves. It seems I don't need you now, but you'll always have a place in my heart. Promise.

Outgoing time? Uh-uh.

Today, I floated down the Muskegon river with my family and some friends. It was fun, I didn't lose my eyewear, and I don't think I got too sunburnt. Megan and I were in tubes while almost everyone else was paired off in canoes. About half way through the trip, though, Megan and I were both in the canoe with our tubes deflated a little bit to keep them in the boat better.

As we do every year, the group stopped a few times at spots where people could swim a little, eat and drink, and just generally socialize. At one of these spots, I sat in the shallower water and looked through the rocks for interesting things. Megan was standing near me and both of us were away from the other kids our age, staying by the canoe and our mom. My dad came over and told me it was outgoing time. I said no.

Then he tried to use my blog and talking about being more outgoing and stuff and I told him very flatly I didn't want to be social with them. No offense to those guys that were out in the water...but I don't like being around you much. I don't know why. You just rub me the wrong way most of the time. Sorry.

Part of this might be because I just don't know all of you that well. Part of it might be because you're the spacey airhead type that I don't appreciate being around a lot. Part of it might be because you refused to house one of my friends (your acquaintance) if she ever needed it after her mom died because "she's not your friend". Part of it might be because you're drinking (however little it may be) and you're my age. Technically, one of you is younger.

I dunno. I just don't want to be outgoing with you.

Lots of questions. Not so many answers.

Yeah, I've been wondering about this. Well, multiple this-es.

If someone you've known for two and a half years or so starts randomly talking to you both in real life and on Facebook, does that mean that maybe that someone likes you? :/ Especially if they talk to you every time you log into Facebook and send you messages when they don't see you online?

...waaaaait.....I do that.....so maybe I don't need that question answered. >>

If you fib about not feeling well enough to go out because you feel like you're going to have a panic attack if you do go out, does that make you a bad friend? Would you be less of a bad friend if you had just said "hey, I'm way too nervous about this, I don't think I can go"?

Is it normal to have mini-panic attacks when you go to hang out with someone new? And when you talk on the phone?

What does it mean when you make plans with someone else and they don't make you panic at all? Does that mean that you're just more comfortable with them? That you're closer? That you want to be around them enough that you overcome the panic attack feeling?

Does every teenager wonder about this stuff? 'Cuz I'm starting to feel a little alone. Do they all think about the far future and worry? Do they worry about never finding someone special and ending up alone? Do they worry about not finding someone special soon enough to fit into their mental plan? Is it normal to have a mental plan at all?

Is all this worry normal? Am I crazy? Or just overanalyzing like usual?

Why haven't I watched as much Shark Week this week as I would have liked?

Why hasn't he messaged me back? Did I come off too strong? Have I ruined everything? Am I just worrying too much again? Why can't I deal with friendship?

Why do I feel like writing but have no words? I want to write about Jeremy and Aaron because they are cute and I loves them. Why can't I think of another cute scene to write out? Probably because my Jeremy is ignoring me....youdidn'tjustreadthat. Just fyi. It was your imagination. Your eyes are tricking you. You're high on something. Insert other lame excuse here.

Why can't I just let this all go?

Why can't I relax?

Why can't I stop worrying?

Why does everything have to change?

Why why why why why why WHY?

..........

I like....

So, Bruce had a blog about the stuff heeee liked and it cheered me up and made me want to write my own "I like" blog. So. Here it is. :D

I like.....

listening to my music with the volume turned pretty much all the way up. It hurts my ears at first, but then they go just a little deaf and it's okay. Then I can't hear the overpowering silence in my head. :)

I like.....

how something as random as actually sitting down and reading someone's blog post for once can cheer me up! And give me something to write about, too. YAY BRUSKI! ...or however one might spell that.

I like.....

how yummy my bagel sandwich was after not eating since breakfast.

I like....

being outside even when I usually get headaches from the pollen. I like it when it's cool enough out for jeans but warm enough for a t-shirt.

I like.....

reading a Stephen King novel. I don't do it much for the scares anymore--I've gotten a little used to those, I think--but his writing makes me smile. He has an awesome way of showing the character's backstories and having them come back to haunt said characters. I think those parts are my favorite parts of the books. c:

I like.....

that someone liking one of my posts can make me so happy.

I like.....

that Shawn is possibly the funniest fake-psychic detective I know. Or, er, watch on TV.

I like.....

how Shark Week teaches the same basic lesson in seven days: If the water you're planning on swimming in has sharks and you don't want to get attacked, then by Jove, DON'T SWIM IN THAT WATER. geez.

I like......

the Nanny McPhee trailer. But only because it has "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic" playing in the background. :D Otherwise it's become a little tiring.

I like.......

that I'll probably have a lot less swelling from the removal of my wisdom teeth when orientation rolls around than I could've had. Yaaaaaaay for no chipmunk cheeks when I see people at school for the first time in months!

I like.......

how none of my things sound quite as nice as Bruce's did. He's a better writer than I, it seems.

I like......

cuddling with my dogs when I'm sad. Madison always seems to know just when I need her. ...and ignore me the rest of the time. But that just makes her cuddling when I need it thaaat much more appreciated.

I like......

how this Sunday, I'll be seeing three people I know from three different places in the same play. I never thought my school life and church life would overlap, but lookit that! Rachel from church is in a play with Lucy from school and even Bucket from EGR is thrown in there. Huh. Whodathunkit.

I like......

coincidences that lead to blogs.

I like......

small things that lead to big smiles.

I like.......

staying up late and enjoying the quiet all around me.

I like......

Disney's way of showing happy endings, even if said happy endings may have screwed up my view of love foreverrrr (newsflash: Ariel's marriage at sixteen is NOT normal!).

I like.....

how nice it felt to write this.

Ahhhhh, it's always good to write a little randomness, isn't it? I think so. It makes everything better~~ Remember, guys: Stress kills.

......

(yes I stole that from the leprechaun shutuuuuuuup)

Dear Spider

Dear Spider,

I was very surprised to look up and see that you were hanging down from the ceiling on an invisible string of web next to my head. I am impressed that you managed to stay out of my way while I was dancing about to Silversun Pickups. While it is great that you achieved this feat, you are still in my house. And spiders aren't allowed inside, silly. So, I had to smoosh you between two DVD cases because I couldn't find any tissue. I'm sorry and hope there aren't any bad feelings between us.

Wishing you the best,
Jenna

ps. I think I've been reading too much thxthxthx. But that's okay.

Two sides to every coin, right?

I'm so torn between happy and freaking depressed right now.

I made someone's night just by saying "OH HEY YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T ACTUALLY SEVENTEEN UNTIL 10:03PM, SO HERE'S ANOTHER HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" and being so cute I made an Emily laugh, apparently. And I wrote a long scene thing about these two new characters I love to death now (see Authorly, now conveniently linked in the sidebar thing there, for more information). I got ice cream and I relaxed all day! WHY SHOULDN'T I BE ECSTATIC OR AT LEAST CONTENT?!

On the flip side, I'm also taking someone's "why aren't more girls unique" a little too personally. Why aren't a lot of us unique? BECAUSE BEING LIKE EVERYONE ELSE IS A COMFORT THAT THE MORE INSECURE OF US ENJOY. BECAUSE, SOMETIMES, WE JUST NEED TO PLEASE SOMEONE ELSE TO FEEL LIKE WE CAN LIKE OURSELVES. OKAY? And it's not our fault, darnit.

Of course, on top of that, I'm freaking out about not fitting an image they want and being depressed over that and NYAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

I want someone to hold me but the only person that would be more than willing to at this point, I think, would cause me to have some sort of panic attack. Maybe. I don't know.

Anxiety sucks so much.

Fun facts.

Fun facts for today include:

-First post of the new month! w00t?

-Yelling doesn't help. At all. It might make you feel better...but oooohhhhhh gawsh does it make the rest of us frustrated.

-Zomb sounds kind of fun, but also slightly terrifying.

-My mom will break stalkers in half.

-I hate anxiety.

-I want to see friends.

-I don't want to see friends.

-I do NOT want to have to deal with hubs and kctc and all the other crap I have to do this school year.

-I am going to be eighteen next year. WHAT THE HECK.

-A bunch of people that are younger than me have/are getting their licenses. If I wasn't so worried about taking the stupid test, I would be taking it tomorrow because it makes me so frustrated.

-I freaking love writing.

-Jeremy and Aaron are my new favorite characters.

-I lost my pen. Again.

-This is weirdly therapeutic? And maybe a little more interesting for you to read then me whining about my life?

-I have several mosquito bites around my ankles. Apparently the yummiest blood is there.

-I have a feeling an encounter with a vampire might be weird if that's true.

-I LOVE YOU!

That is all.