I AM NOT GOOD AT POSTING ON SCHEDULE.

This is why I don't have one. But it's still March, so the thirty days totally applies! Yeah!

*shifty eyes*

Anywho. Day 29 was, like, a picture of me or something, right? Well here I be:

Ain't I cute? And look, my hair's still sorta reddish orange whatever. It doesn't look it much in real life, though, which is sorta sad. Pictures are nicer to it.

And...uh...I don't really know what to write otherwise. I guess I could rant about girls and their utter boringness if they prefer to hang out with other girls over guys...'cause, y'know, guys are just more interesting to listen to, aren't they? They're geeky and stuff. And girls who would rather hang around guys are usually like that, too, which makes everything better.

Yup. But I don't feel like ranting today. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.

OH. But I ended up thinking about my last football game with band next year, and, well...I'm pretty sure I'm gonna cry.

Day 28: A dream is a wish your heart makes~

Do I wish at 11:11? What do I wish for?

Well, first of all, OF COURSE I wish at 11:11. I'm a teenage girl who grew up on Disney. My mind is full of fantasies of princes coming to save me or being a beast in disguise and I READ! Magic is everywhere in both books and Disney, so how am I not supposed to believe in 11:11 even just a tiny bit?

(That sentence there probably made no sense. But class is almost over and I need to get lunch. ((Yes, my lunch hour is, like, 10:30 to 11. It sucks.)))

What do I wish for? YOU CAN'T TELL PEOPLE WHAT YOU WISH FOR! That negates the wish! Duh! Geez.

Yesterday was supposed to be my handwriting and I don't wanna upload it. So I might do it, eventually, but not any time soon. Sorry.

Day 26: Warm 'n fuzzy, warm 'n fuzzy...

...things that make me warm and fuzzy.

Puppies.

Hugs.

Blankets.

Compliments, especially when I really, really need them.

Good books.

Good, semi-romantic books.

Sweet boys.

Disney.

Romantic comedies that have been done right.

Babies.

A happy song.

Writing.

My best friends.

And that's all I can think of right now.

Day 25: I think this one should be obvious.

Especially after my "celebrity" crushes.

Ahem.

Long story short, would I rather date someone plain with an awesome personality than a beautimus, boring person?

Yes. Yes, I would.

What fun is being with someone pretty if they don't stimulate your brain? It'd just...be so boring! I get bored around friends who don't always say something that makes me think. How on earth could I date someone like that? Aiiiiiiiigh....

It's sort of funny that this was a topic because I'm reading the Uglies series right now by Scott Westerfeld. Well, I'm not reading it right this second, I guess--waiting on the library. Again. -__- This is why I buy books, y'know? Then you have them when you waaaaant theeeeeem. (If you haven't read/heard of the series, it's about this world where instead of getting your license at sixteen, you get to be pretty. And, as the cover says, "in a world of extreme beauty, anyone normal is ugly." Good book. I'd suggest reading it if you have the time and gumption.)

Oh! And speaking of Mr. Westerfeld, he's written four series and a bunch of other books! I am sooo jealous of him it's ridiculous. ._. I need to finish editing my novella. So I can publish it or somethin'. ..yeah.

SPEAKING OF PUBLISHING. My English teacher thinks I should publish The Wolf. :3 I don't know if anyone but Kate has read it, but she thinks it's really good. And we should do something about it. But I don't know what to do about it...so I think I'm going to ask her about it on Monday. Yeah.

Day 23+24: I am NOT forgetting to do this!

I am just busier than I usually am for some reason and don't have time to write anything until it's, like, ten o'clock. Not kidding. I went and watched this ADORABLE baby for my dad's co-worker yesterday. He is just. so. freaking. cute. Last time I saw him, he was about three months old. Now he's about six months and his eyes are so big! And pretty! And aaaaaah!

(Before I forget to say something about it, here's my letter. It's ages old, but whatev.)

And apparently babysitting rates have gone up a lot. I babysat a couple of kids for another co-worker of my dad's for five bucks an hour. I thought that was pushing it a little, but okay because there were two of them, you know? And then they want to pay me eight dollars. Mind. Blown. Also, I get to babysit him again on Saturday! But he's gonna be asleep the entire time because it's from 10 to 2. Yes. 10pm to 2am. I don't know what they're going to be doing, either. (Either probably isn't needed because I'm sure my small readership can come up with what they could be doing much better than I ever could. Because I'm bad at those things.)

Anyway, uh, things that cross my mind a lot?

Getting a freaking job. And living in one of the worst states for finding one period, let alone being SEVENTEEN and trying to.

School. So much school. Keeping my A's, getting stuff done, where I'll be after I graduate. I have no idea what I want to do anymore, either. I started being a part of this design team for the BIGGEST BEAN BAG CHAIR EVA that's going to be in Artprize (Google it) this year and it's fun, getting an idea from someone and building on it. We haven't actually gotten anything to work with yet (that's for next week, apparently), but still. My brain is coming up with a few ideas, the favorite being a mossy, vine-covered boulder that will LOOK like it's uber scary, then when you touch it it's like SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH. And I also like math and science and writing and doodling and singing and playin' saxophone and oi! Too. Much. I like too much.

Drama. Or at least I am a lot lately. One of my friends had a falling out with another. She just stopped talking to her completely, then wrote a blogpost about why. And how much more mature she is than the one that was ignored and...and...it's frustrating. Especially because we had this same issue last year. Why high school so terrible like dat?

....not gonna lie: Love. Love love love love love! I'm seventeen, but I want it. I blame Disney. I blame my books. I blame everyone I know that's in a fantastic relationship. Augh augh augh.

That kid represented by Kevin Levin I mentioned awhile ago. Oi. oi. oi.

And that's about it. I'm watching Death Becomes Her now. I like this movie, but it's one of those things that you have to be careful who you watch it around because otherwise they'll be like "LOL SHE FAT." Or at least that's how my classmates would act. *nod* Night.

EDIT: Would you be interested in reading a story about an outer space Sleeping Beauty? Where Beauty is an alien-human hybrid that has been kept frozen due to being a failure and then is reawakened by some human kid that ends up in the spaceship somehow? And takes her to Earth to get her away from the crazy controlling aliens? Because Face Off's last challenge was to pick a fairy tale and some twist to go with it and once everyone had picked apart the choices, outer space and Sleeping Beauty was all that was left! And I was astonished because I thought that could be really, really cool! What with aliens being all super-technology and probably being able to freeze people and such. It seemed like a fantastic idea to me, but no one wanted it. :c

Day 22: Really? Really?

What I wore today? Why should I share that with you guys? It's even more boring than what I usually post. I mean, if I'd done my St. Patty's Day stuff, maybe. Maybe! But today was a "oh guh why am I awake" days, so I just wore a boring, gray long sleeve shirt and old jeans. It was very comfy and I almost fell asleep in first hour.

But maybe I can share what I wanna do next year with you guys instead. It's clothes related, so it's at least sort of the same. Right? Right.

So, I like to dress up oddly. It's one of the reasons I love St. Patrick's Day; you can dress up in ALL green and they don't even have to necessarily match. Everybody still likes you and you get compliments. I'm pretty good at dressing up oddly to get compliments. Maybe it's because I forget I'm wearing something weird and act normal. It's happened with my pink hair before. (That is actually REALLY easy to do. "Why is everyone looking at me weird?!!?!? ...oh...riiiiight...)

Anyway, the plan next year is to come up with a little costume of sorts every month. It was originally once a week, but...that's a lot of costumes. This way, I only have to come up with nine. (September through May--no June 'cause I'll be graduating!) They won't be all out things like my Elphaba costume (can you imagine going through the day like that?!), but they'll be a little crazy. So far, though, I've got only a couple of ideas. -___-;; Dapper gentleman and a Cheshire kitty. Most of my stuff will probably come either from some closet here at home, thrift stores, or the local costume store. It will be as cheap as possible and (hopefully) I'll have a job to get the stuff myself. But to help me out, if you have any ideas...please share? I've still got quite a bit of time, admittedly, but I want to get it squared away now so I can start hunting stuff down. (I think I might make March's a leperachaun for obvious reasons...St. Patty's Day is on a SATURDAY, for Pete's sake!) This custom may or may not carry on into college. I don't know yet. I'll also post my pictures of costumes here, though, so you loyal followers can see me in all my weird glory, too. :3

Oh. And I never posted me in my green, did I? o__O Oops. Guess I'll do that now:



Please note that I may look odd in proportions or something because of the tutu-pettycoat-whatever it is. I do have a waist and hips and all that. I just a) had my shirt tucked in b) was wearing an adorable tutu and c) my pants are were they're supposed to be. This is actually after Hello, Dolly!, when I toned down the crazy a little bit...although all I really did was lose the tutu and wear capris instead of shorts.

Also: I feel a little better about my 26. Other smart people got 17s.

Day 21 has been changed.

Instead of turn-ons and turn-offs (something that would have been weird to talk about anyway), I'm gonna just say one thing.

I got a 26 on the ACT.

Everyone was expecting me to get over 30.

...

It has not been a fun night.

Day 20: IIIII WANNA ROCK AND ROLL ALL NIIIGHT...

Concerts, huh? Honestly, I've been to one real concert. Yes, one. It was the Winter Jam thing they do at the Van Andel that only cost five dollars. It was my first concert and it was fun. I don't know if I wanna go this year, though--not only are there NO bands I recognize, the price doubled! :< Ten dollars isn't that much for a concert, I know...but stiiiiiiiill. Five dollars was sooo muuuch niiiiicerrrrr....

I was in a couple of rock band concerts my school did, though. Alright, it was less my school and more just my band teacher, but it was fun. I sang Brick By Boring Brick by Paramore the first time and Emergency and That's What You Get the second time around (both also by Paramore).


(For those of you that know Paramore, no, I did not look like this. And it wasn't just because I had shorter hair and I wear much lamer clothes.)

Those kind of count, don't they? I think they should. Those were SO much fun. I got to pretend I was a famous little singer for a little bit there.

It was amazing the first time, though. I've talked about it before, y'know, like a year ago when it actually happened. We finished the song and I just kind of stepped back...all I could hear was the audience yelling, all I could see were the bright lights...and I tried to run off stage. Then somebody, once a friend and now not so much, caught me in a hug. It was amazing and terrifying and I still really, really want to do it again. It wasn't quite that way the second time. I messed the songs up a lot because I was actually trying to move--it didn't work very well that way. The fact that we had weird mic stands probably didn't help. :|

But yeah, those were my concerts. They were fun. And...I need to try and sleep because I did the sleep-in-on-Saturday-wake-up-early-on-Sunday thing backwards. Niiiight.

Day 19: No place like home!

I'm supposed to list all of the places I've lived.

...this is going to be a short list.

1. House on Burton: I lived there for almost the first year of my life, I think? I dunno. It was forever ago. I was a baby. I don't remember living there. xP

2. The House I'm in Now: ...yes. I have spent sixteen years in the same house. Is that so unbelievable? There's this kid in band whose family just likes to move around. They do it every couple of years for the heck of it, I guess. I don't understand that. Why move if the house you're in works well with what you're doing? People are weird.

And...I guess the place in Tuscaloosa might count. I've been there enough times FOR enough time that it's like a second home. So I've lived there, too! But I've only lived in two places, technically, I guess. I lead a boring, boring life.

In other news, I don't think I'm gonna be able to do the real life 30 days anymore. I'm just writing it on my hand instead of doing it and it's not helping. *sigh* I'm bad at this.

Day Eighteen: Hi, my name is Jenna...

...and I'm a mild Face-Offoholic.



Yes. I started watching this show because it was on and I was staying up to play my guitar a little. I had meant to watch it, but was sure I'd already missed the premiere (this happens a lot). After the first episode, I quickly became addicted. I watched every week and I learned new things about make up and molds and...I got SO angry about Jo getting kicked off before Megan. Megan was terrible. :| Terrible, terrible, terrible. And Jo was not. She should not have been kicked off before Megan. But that is done and so is this season. I haven't seen the season finale yet, though, so no telling me! >< I needed sleep on Wednesday (day it shows) and last night I saw Hello, Dolly! at the Civic. I didn't get home until after ten. It was time for sleeps then.

OH! Scary realization when I googled for that picture? I might have the end spoiled for me. Eek! How bad would that be?! I kind of hope it was Tate or Sam, though. Conor shouldn't need any help getting famous if he's forty something. Give the fame to the newer kids in the business! That and I just really prefer what Tate and Sam have done to most of Conor's stuff. He's been really, really safe lately and that doesn't scream OH EM GEE I SHOULD WIIIIIIIIIIN! And Gage...I dunno. He doesn't stand out a whole bunch to me, either. (I totally forgot about him there, see? He doesn't stand out enough to win.)

I kind of really hope Sam won. But Tate would be good, too.

But yeah! I am addicted to Face Off. And now I need to, like, work on my physics paper. Or goof off on the Internet some more. Something like that.

Days 16+17: Oops...

I came home and slept yesterday. Then I watched The Ugly Truth (more of an AAWWWWWW movie than I expected) and slept some more. So I'll do both days today.

End of the world. It's here. I need to do something. ...I guess I'd just try to do everything I hadn't before. All the good things, though. I'd be with the people I love. And...that'd be it. Have a great last day. And then the world's over.

And THAT is how I'm going to be spending December 20, 2012. ;) I kid. The world can't end then. It was supposed to end, like, in 1999 or something, too, wasn't it? So meh.

What do I want to be when I grow up? ...pffft, that's easy. Author! I wanna write. A lot. I've had some other things that've wandered into my head, like a scientist or a singer (still thinking about the latter, honestly...), I've always come back to being an author. I wanna be one. so. badly.

Anyway, TODAY IS ST. PATRICK'S DAY! I am green. So very, very green. I'll probably post a picture later, but for now I am at school and though these computers apparently have webcams (not so apparently, actually; I can see it right now!), I don't know how to use it. So when I get home and need to tone it down a little for Hello, Dolly!, then I'll take a picture. :3 And that is it for now. I'm gonna go read memes on tumblr now.

Day Fifteen: Somebody I 'fancy'...

Hmmm. Do I really wanna post a picture of that? Somebody could easily stumble across it. I post the link to Facebook enough. Maybe I could use something else...?



*cough*

Yes. Kevin Levin from Ben 10. Because it makes sense for him to be representative of mystery boy. There's another guy I could use, but all the paintings of him are kind of scary. Surprisingly enough, guys who were called terrible...are kind of terrible-looking. *shrug* Whodathunk?

Anyway. Yes. He's pretty cool, he's funny, he smart enough to care about school to the point where he at least gets more-than-decent grades, he reads...and he's a nerd. Without looking like a lanky little twerp. (No offense to the lanky twerps...)

Also, now that I'm a redhead... *coughcoughgwevin?coughcough* I'm sorry, it's hard for me not to make arbitrary connections sometimes.

Day Fourteen: CELEB CRUSHES!!!11!!!!ONE!!!!!

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh....I'm not much in the way of celebrity crushes. But I'll give it a try?

The Beast

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!
He's my favorite prince ever. Belle loves him even though he's a beast. He's sweet, albeit a little misguided sometimes.
He. Is. Adorable. Like a puppy!

And by golly, how could you ever say no to this face?!

Peeta

This isn't exactly how I imagine him (my Peeta is more of a teddy bear, really) but it's better than the actors people choose. Anywho. Peeta is from the Hunger Games series. He is the boy with the bread. He is super kind and patient and adorably in love with Katniss. His name is Peeta and he is a baker's son. I want a Peeta. :3
(Art by her, not me.)

Ewan McGregor


HEY LOOK A REAL CELEBRITY!
I think I mostly love Ewan because of Christian (Moulin Rouge, fyi). Or maybe it's because of Big Fish. Or Star Wars? I dunno. Maybe he's just kinda cool that way. I think it might be the last one. But then again, HAVE YOU HEARD HIM SING? *swoon*
If not, I suggest you do.

Dimitri Belikov

*insert picture of godly Russian dhampir here*

There are no pictures of him. But he is a guardian god that belongs to the series Vampire Academy. It. Ish. Amazing. I lubs it and all that. And Dimitri is amaaaaazing. Some people think Ben Barnes would make a good Dimitri--I disagree. Am I the only one that has problems picturing Ben Barnes ripping terrifyingly strong evil vampires? Hm? Just me? All right. I can deal with that.

Um...ummm....aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh....errrrrr....
OH RIGHT.

Quasimodo


HE IS SUCH A SWEETHEART. Even in the book, he's pretty awesome! He takes care of Esmeralda and all she does is fawn over Phoebus, who is especially jerky in the book. D< Although I DO feel like I might just love Quasi for his voice a little, too.

AND TAAAAAAAA-DAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! That is all.

BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE! (A little bit, anyway.)


I can has be a redhead? Why, yes. Yes I can.

Day Thirteen: I MUST confess...

I didn't put my "forgive others" on today until after one or something. I don't think I really forgave anyone at all today, either--but that might have been due to my lack of exposure to people.

Everytime I get ready to go see someone I haven't for awhile, I have a little moment of "oh, gosh, I don't want to do this. I'm just gonna cancel--BS some excuse and life'll be okay." But then I usually am okay with it. Some people however...I never ever see unless someone else sets up the meeting and I can't do anything about it.0 (I'm sorry, Clayton...)

I enjoy listening to Pandora more than my iPod some days. I'm sorry, Jeremiah. I love you, but....Pandora has METRIC! D:

Bonus confession: My celeb crushes tomorrow MIIIIGHT end up being all fictional characters....just sayin'.

DAY TWELVE: Desktop

(Click for bigger image! :O)


Tadah. It's very boring and lame, I know. But it's more of a family computer and nothing's been done to the background, etc. Kinda sad. But true.

Day 11: Quotation.

"Sophisticated--God, I'm so sophisticated!"

That's from the Great Gatsby, if you didn't know (which I'm reading for English right now) and is said by Miss Daisy. I don't know what it's really supposed to mean, if anything, because I haven't really sat down to analyze the text that much yet. (Or check Sparknotes.) I feel like it's something about being exasperated with how complicated things have gotten now that she's so "sophisticated." But maybe not. Maybe I'm not reading enough into it or something.

I also like the quote "Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia," but I don't remember who said that and I don't feel like looking it up right now. Mostly because I'm standing as I write this and my legs hurt from standing all day (stupid marching band recruiting) and I really need to pee.

So, that's it for today. Toodles.

RL 30 Days

HEY THERE GUYS. I'm totally doing a real life sort of thirty days thing. It's of my own concoction *insert evil laugh here* and will consist of me writing little sharpies notes to myself on my hand. (How will this work for thirty days and still be readable? Facial scrub and soap. Works wonders, even with my dry skin.) Each note will be some little thing that I should be doing already or something a little silly. Maybe it's going to be me trying to remind myself why I shouldn't do it in the first place. Like be lazy or being someone else.

Anyway, here's my list:
Day One: Smile
Day Two: Love Yourself
Day Three: Love Others
Day Four: Forgive Others
Day Five: Forgive Yourself
Day Six: Speak
Day Seven: Speak Your Opinions
Day Eight: Stand up for Yourself
Day Nine: Ask a Question
Day Ten: Hug Someone
Day Eleven: Laugh
Day Twelve: Read for Hours
Day Thirteen: Write for Hours
Day Fourteen: Wear Makeup
Day Fifteen: Don't Wear Makeup
Day Sixteen: Dress Up
Day Seventeen: Be Yourself
Day Eighteen: Be Someone Else (Any volunteers?)
Day Nineteen: Go Outside (weather permitting...)
Day Twenty: Stay Inside (switch with day nineteen if need be...)
Day Twenty-One: Sing
Day Twenty-Two: Dance
Day Twenty-Three: Eat Healthy (...eek.)
Day Twenty-Four: Stuff Your Face
Day Twenty-Five: Run
Day Twenty-Six: Be Lazy
Day Twenty-Seven: Walk the Dogs
Day Twenty-Eight: Play a Game
Day Twenty-Nine: .....neeeeeed oneeeee.....
Day Thirty: Be Happy!

So that's it. Unless someone comes up with a GAZILLION extra things, then I'll probably do those, too. And someone needs to suggest a twenty-nine, otherwise I'm not gonna have one. D:

And...and...well, bring it on, I guess!

(Side note: Broke one hundred and fifty posts the other day and I didn't even notice! Neat.)

Day Ten: One Food, One Beverage...

...means...I dunno. I'm looking at this from more of a survival stand point than a favorite food one, but whatever. I'm sure that's more important in case this ever really happens, right? Right.

Hm. Water would probably be the safest bet for a beverage. It'll keep me hydrated and stuffs. And I'll probably finally drink the amount of water I'm supposed to! [/unhealthyteenager]

But food? I'll need protein and fruits and stuff to keep me healthy, right? And all that other good stuff, like calciumy things. Uh. Uh. Uh.

I DON'T KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW.

...but...BUT WAIT!

What about a parfait? With, like, peanuts mixed in the granola? That could be a good source of protein or something. Right? I dunno. But it seems like it might help a little bit. Just a little bit.

Of course, there'd be my slight dairy allergy to deal with...but with enough yogurt, I'm sure I could get over that pretty quickly.

OH! I almost forgot: NEW FOLLOWER. :D Yay. She ish also having blog over hurr that I've followed for awhile and enjoy. She's funny. Funnier than me. :3 Go read or somethin'.

Day Nine: Would you PLEASE stop that...

Pet peeves. They're bad. People will push your buttons with them until you forcefully push your fist in their face. Here are a few of mine that have come up recently.

Powerpoints. Not the things themselves, or my own, but other people's. Oh. My. Gosh. I hate these things because I can SEE the errors and want to punch the people that made them. Or at least get up, shove them out of the way, and fix the mistake for them. Today, someone actually had "u" instead of "you." And I honestly believe he didn't know there was a "D" in and. It kept saying stuff like US an Mexico...and...that's terrible.

Slow People. Not in the mind. I can deal with that. It's slow walkers. Especially at school. And if we're in a narrow hallway, it's even worse. Today I got stuck by people that were all crammed together, and just as I was about to break away, giddy that I could finally speed off to lunch...this girl steps in my way and hugs another girl. al;skdja;sdkjfhasdklfjahdflkasjdfaslkdfh I want my food, woman, outta my way. *shove* But I can't do that because it's not nice and I'm afraid that if I do I'll get beat up. Or maybe I'll fit in perfectly.

"I don't get it!" Did you look at the instructions? "No." Did you do the lesson online? "No, that's stupid. Doesn't help at all." Have you ever sat down, read all of it, and really TRIED to take good notes and understand the lesson? "No! I just told you, it's stupid. I want my teachers back!" ....have you ever spent a math class doing less than 80% talking? "...no." I think we've found the problem.
Or, quite similarly:
"I need help!" What with? "This!" *looks at and explains* "Oh. Okay! *gets distracted and talks*" -five minutes later- "I need help!" Okay, gimme a second. *finishes problem, gets up to help* "Teacher, help me! *is helped by and re-explained the same thing by teacher*" grumblegrumble.

I don't know why I even try to help anymore.

High School. I guess the learning and teachers are okay. I don't mind being a kid and bein' lazy, either. But OMG. The other kids? Friends one month, enemies the next, with one guy this week, break up, with another guy the next, living with them, deciding they're too controlling, breaking up, moving home, getting back together, living with them again, missing school because you felt like it, complaining about not being in the best program and acting like an idiot in the one you are in, talking and not trying to learn, talking to someone you were bragging about flipping off a month ago, yelling "F*** YOU!" to someone YOU broke up with. kjladslkj;dSKLJDSLKJEKLSDFLKDSFLKJSAFDKJLDFASJ. Kids. These. Days.

And that's it because I wanna read more Fictional Prowess Panda. *bites lip*

Day Eight: I wanna tell you...

Three things you want to tell different people.

"I really, really like you. I dunno how, 'cause I don't know you that well, do I? No, not really. But I still do. And when I was sad and crying, despite the fact that you don't know me very well and I don't know you very well, it made me sad that you didn't try to comfort me. It made it harder to stop crying, honestly."

...

"I don't know if I can do this. Not now. How would we have time? I'm going off to school after my senior year, we never get to see each other...how are we supposed to do it they way you want? The way I want? We can't practice at my house all the time. You can't haul your stuff here every time. We need to think about this more. And I also need your electric guitar skills because my new song is not going to work with my mediocre acoustic ones."

...

"I miss you."

That goes out to more people than I could ever think of in one moment.

Day Seven

Do you read?

.... *glances at the three or four full or near-full bookshelves in her room*
No. Not at all.

I freaking love reading. Dude. I didn't re-realize this until I started reading the Hunger Games series and I spent an afternoon and evening and part of the night finishing the first one. And waiting in agony for the other two to be in at the library. And how much I wanted to read instead of doing my work. How I was so distracted by the thought of the book my bag that I couldn't read. I needed to work on my math. Learn how to graph things by looking at the equation. But...then...isn't that what my fancy graphing calculator's for? Copy the graph the calculator shows me, quickly, quickly, then pull Mockingjay out. Read read read read read. Read read read read read. Go to Physics. Do the work that takes some the whole hour in fifteen minutes. Read read read read...read...finish. Be sad. But happy. Need a new book.

My favorite book? Uh. I dunno if I can pick just one, honestly. Way, way too manyt things I love to read. Authors-wise, it's Stephen King, Richelle Mead, Holly Black, Suzanne Collins, J.K. Rowling...all...women...but King. Of course. Because we's awesome writers, yo.

And that's it. I need to find a new book and freak out about my 1920's presentation a little now.

Day 5 + 6

AHAHA.

I totally was in Chicago yesterday, which means I came home tired and not wanting to write. At all. So here's two days worth of 30 days. :3

Day Five: Five places you wanna go.
(I think I'm gonna go with countries 'cause I'm too lazy to pick out different cities.)

Ireland - It's IRELAND, man. Greenness and leprechauns and the works.

(I'm also too lazy to explain these much, btw.)

Germany - I dunno. It just seems like the place to go, you know? I'm pretty German, though I probably know my French and EVEN Russian better than German. And I dunno. It seems like it be a cool place to go.

France - Also kind of a definite must-visit. It's France. With Paris and the language and aaaaaall ooooof iiiiiit. :D

Russia - I like Russia. It sounds pretty. I kind of know how to speak the language. A little bit. I could probably survive...and what I've learned from my Russian stuff is that they like foreigners and learning about them, so maybe it would be cool. :3 I bet it'd be cool.

Umm...umm...Britain - Yeah. My brain's going dead. It's lame. I know. I like English accents and there's lots of cool stuff there. I wanna see Scotland, too, though. So let's go to just the entire United Kingdom, shall we?

Day Six: Musical Artist that Made the Biggest Impact.

I dunno. I grew up with so much music, it's hard to choose what really got me into it. The Beatles and Queen are definitely up there, but it was Paramore that I first sang on my own, like a little rockstar. So I guess it'd be them. As I've gotten more into newer music though (I've never been much of one to look things up, of course, but...Pandora helps), I've found Metric and Florence + the Machine and Adele and all these other cool bands that also make me think 'Hey. Maybe I can do this, too.'

'Course, I have to actually see my bestest guitar buddy for that to work...huh...?

Day Four. +Perfection?

Meaning behind my blog name.

..........um. I already explained this. But k. :p

Walk Don't Run is how I'm trying to address the changes in my life. I've rushed into things before and it hasn't worked out. So I'm trying to calm myself down and go into changes slowly so maybe I'll actually be able to stick to them. That way, maybe, life can get better. So far it hasn't worked much, but maybe I'm just going too slow.

....also using this today to whine and stuff. I'm sorry.

So, first hour today, I was trying to help somebody with their math. It was how to get rid of a dividing-by-a-fraction bit in an equation. It shouldn't have been too hard, right? Well, wrong, apparently. I was thinking that to get rid of fractions, you have to multiply them by the inverse of them. So with three tenths, you should multiply by ten thirds, right? Right? Because that completely gets rid of the whole thing. Right? No. no no no no no no NO. It isn't. Because you end up multiplying the variable that's being divided by that number, not the divisor, so then you end up with (in this case) (3/10)k/(3/10). The three tenths divide out and you're left with the k, which is what you wanted in the first place. But I was doing it the first way when I was helping my friend. And then she went to the teacher to check something else and the teacher corrected my work and she looked at me like it was the end of the freaking world. Like Armageddon was going to begin and it was ALL MY FAULT FOR BEING WRONG.

.....I had a very hard time restraining my urge to punch her gaping self in the face. (I actually made a nice claw out of my hand and smacked my notebook a little, but I don't think she noticed that. Probably for the better.)

It made me really angry. Okay, sure, I'm usually right. But it's not the end of the freaking world. I'm wrong sometimes. It happens, 'cause I'm only human, right? Right. I'm also a smart human, though, so it rarely happens, sure. So most of the times I correct your stup---er, misconceptions, I'm right. Especially in math because apparently my brain works the best with numbers. (And I want to be a writer?) So just because I'm wrong this one time, it doesn't mean that you can never ever trust me again, babes. I'm good at math. I have a freakin' 99% in that class. I would've gotten a hundred percent on my test if it hadn't been for HALF A POINT. So THERE.

(EEEEEEE PANDORA'S PLAYIN' 1985! yay. Happy Jenna. C8)

I was also really upset, though, because, mad as I might've been, I was also embarrassed. And I'd felt like I'd let her down. And I'd had this fail in front of someone that I can't STAND to appear less than perfect in front of, Miss Si. Augh. (And now Misery Business? Pandora be lovin' me today.) It...it wasn't fun. I'm supposed to be smart so I can get my friends through when they need help. Right? So I can't be wrong. Or they'll fail. I can't let them just fail, can I?

Maybe I need to. It'd be good to work on that pleasing people vs. doing the right thing, right? Or not? I dunno. I still need to figure that out. 'Cause I want people to be happy, but...I also want to be a good person. And sometimes those don't work together, although you'd think they would. (This is especially true in high school, where you've got people pleasin' people with words one minute and then saying something contradicting later to please somebody else.)

Anyway. In short, I wanna be awesome so I can help others. I need to be perfect so they don't have to be. Right? Right?

Second hour wasn't fun. I got some support, but...I hate crying in class.

Day Three.

My day in great detail?

Test.
Test.
Test.
Play with dinosaur erasers.
Perfect making said dinosaur erasers roll on the table.
Tried to get dinosaur erasers to jump over each other. Did not get to because my pencil, the smallest lever I had, was taken away from me. :c

Got out of testing. Got a Kate. Went to hub. Dealt with idiot children that decided to run around, yell, scream, and go in the girls' bathroom when they aren't girls.
(Central band, I miiiiiiiiss youuuuuuuuuuu~~)
Practiced music at hub. Got fed up with more "GAH WHY WE DO THIS SO MUCH. D: SO SLOW." Go join the mythical wind ensemble if you don't like us. Guh.
Got home from hub. Hung out a little and ate Gushers. Got library books! Missed adorable neighbor child.

Went home. Then went to Schmohz with Kate and fam. Hung around, got Coke, watched people play spoons-with-pretzel-sticks. Bruce and Roxanne showed up. We talked about ACT stuff. Went home. Peed. Wrote my blog post.

And that was my day. Sleep now? I think so.

Day Two

Ten likes and dislikes.

....oh, how I wish I could get a more interesting topic. .___.

Likes:
Orange, webcomics (good ones, anyway), writing FANTASTICAL stories, my book at the library being in (which it's NOT), ummm...
smiles, 'cause they're pretty and (usually) mean someone's happy.
hugs, 'cause they're just amazing. And I don't get enough anymore. .__.
CHOCOLATE. .......do I really need to explain?
warm blankets and good books. (that's two, isn't it?)
daydreaming, 'cause it's fun. :3

Dislikes:
Hypocrisy: Both my own and other's.
LOUD loud LOUD people that are being LOUD for NO REASON.
Dry skin. I have battle it for so. long. And I still can't win.
....the fact that Catching Fire is STILL not in at the library....
Katniss. 'Cause she's an IDIOT. ....(still on the Hunger Games, sorry...)
When someone almost....makes....a point......but then they spell something wrong and all meaning they had goes out the window. 'Cause I'm like that.
Knee socks that are for twig-legged people. :|
Thinking on spot. It never turns out very well. (Except in tests....sometimes....)
Awkwardness. With a fiery, burning passion of a thousand and three suns.
The five to eight weeks ahead of me that I'm going to spend nearly every waking moment waiting for my ACT score. ._________.

Speaking of the ACT. I think I did okay on that yesterday! ...maybe....I think....oh guh can't they just grade it and give it to me now?!?!?!?!?! Ignoring my frustrations with getting my score back, I ended up having Black Sheep by Metric, Malchik Gey by t.A.t.U., and How to Save a Life by the band that has that song stuck in my head during it. Well, not really all of Black Sheep, but the beginning part did well for my "let's breathe slowly and not hyperventilate. If you look the song up, you'll see why. :3

And that is all. Today I do the ACT Workkeys. Hopefully less AUGH LEMME OUTTA HEEEEEERE.

30 Days: Day One.

I dunno how this'll work out, but hey, whatever. Maybe it'll work out okay.
(I also think this is mostly for tumblr, also but whatever. THIS IS A BLOG, TOO. xP)



I like to read, write, and my favorite color is orange. An awesome big sister of mine (actually, I think BOTH of them do xD) hates orange and it makes me a little sad every time I hear it. But oh well.

I love my puppies because they feel nice when I pet them and they make me feel needed. I want to be an author some day and I've got a novella-in-the-works (:D). I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with my life. I've started going by Jenna Loserface more than usual. I have been innermittently been giving myself little pep talks all morning because I have to take the ACT today. I actually feel kind of good about it.

And...that is all, I guess.

Edit: HA! This thing doesn't look too bad with my layout. xD Yay!