I think someone should make a photocopy of Shawn Spencer as he is now (y'know, slightly more mature, realizing things, etc) and make him about seventeen or eighteen. And let me have him.
:D
....I needs more Psyyyyyyyyyyyych....
Friday, November 12, 2010
Pretty Woman's on, btw.
I've never understood sleeping with someone in high school.
I mean, other than pretty much being a bad idea in case of teen pregnancy and crap, it's the most awkward time of your life. You're still learning about yourself and all that, so...why throw sex in there to make it even more complicated? And high school relationships don't last that long...so if you sleep with someone, there's a good chance you'll break up, and then...then you have to go to school with someone that's seen you naked and you're not dating. How awkward is that? I just don't get it.
This also applies to moving in. (No offense meant to people that have done this, but...) If high school relationships are already short, you'll be in their house, what, a few months? Then you're broken up and everything's terrible. And you have to move. Who wants to move after a break up in high school? I've only dealt with one so far and I just wanted to curl up in a ball. Unless the person was a complete jerk, I think that my reaction was pretty common for most break ups. And how are you supposed to deal with someone all the freaking time during this time? Like I said, awkward as frick, and I dunno...I don't think I could handle being with my boyfriend almost 24/7. I could barely handle it with him hanging off me at school all the time. (Affection's great and all, but...)
Blaaaaaaaaaaargh. And. I dunno. People are silly when it comes to this stuff sometimes, y'know? I mean, isn't this supposed to be practice? And wouldn't you want to work out all the really important parts of a relationship before you throw in living together and sex? We're only high schoolers, guys. We don't need that stuff on top of school and bullies and getting prepared for college and finding jobs and all that. A significant other should be someone you can relax with and that takes your stress away, right? In my opinion, living together and sleeping with each other does not take stress away, but add a whole lot more.
And it's stupid to try and right something when it goes completely to crap. You have to catch your mistake before they leave, not after. Don't be House. Don't push it to the limit to see when it breaks.
I dunno. I'm not very happy how something is turning out like it did for me. But, y'know, worse, because more stuff was thrown in there. And they actually saw each other. But, look! In the long run, I guess not seeing him made it better for me. Less clinginess.
...right?
Also, I am going to be so mad if this ends up starting all over again.
I mean, other than pretty much being a bad idea in case of teen pregnancy and crap, it's the most awkward time of your life. You're still learning about yourself and all that, so...why throw sex in there to make it even more complicated? And high school relationships don't last that long...so if you sleep with someone, there's a good chance you'll break up, and then...then you have to go to school with someone that's seen you naked and you're not dating. How awkward is that? I just don't get it.
This also applies to moving in. (No offense meant to people that have done this, but...) If high school relationships are already short, you'll be in their house, what, a few months? Then you're broken up and everything's terrible. And you have to move. Who wants to move after a break up in high school? I've only dealt with one so far and I just wanted to curl up in a ball. Unless the person was a complete jerk, I think that my reaction was pretty common for most break ups. And how are you supposed to deal with someone all the freaking time during this time? Like I said, awkward as frick, and I dunno...I don't think I could handle being with my boyfriend almost 24/7. I could barely handle it with him hanging off me at school all the time. (Affection's great and all, but...)
Blaaaaaaaaaaargh. And. I dunno. People are silly when it comes to this stuff sometimes, y'know? I mean, isn't this supposed to be practice? And wouldn't you want to work out all the really important parts of a relationship before you throw in living together and sex? We're only high schoolers, guys. We don't need that stuff on top of school and bullies and getting prepared for college and finding jobs and all that. A significant other should be someone you can relax with and that takes your stress away, right? In my opinion, living together and sleeping with each other does not take stress away, but add a whole lot more.
And it's stupid to try and right something when it goes completely to crap. You have to catch your mistake before they leave, not after. Don't be House. Don't push it to the limit to see when it breaks.
I dunno. I'm not very happy how something is turning out like it did for me. But, y'know, worse, because more stuff was thrown in there. And they actually saw each other. But, look! In the long run, I guess not seeing him made it better for me. Less clinginess.
...right?
Also, I am going to be so mad if this ends up starting all over again.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Good news, bad news.
Good news: The angry red bump on my nose is clearing up!
Bad news: Two more have appeared.
Good news: I've nearly hit ten thousand words for my NaNoWriMo "novel!"
Bad news: I'm supposed to be at about fifteen thousand by now. xD
Good news: I've decided I don't care about being behind! I'm writing an itty bitty novella now and shooting for about 30,000 words.
Bad news: This means I get no prize for NaNoWriMo. xD
Good news: I'm being mature! I'm doing a good thing! I'm moving on!
Bad news: I could very well be lying to myself and only doing it to feel better/get someone back. I'm probably going to be accosted by people I care about for this like I was for apologizing to Micah and Kevin way back when. (Apologizing to Kevin I don't exactly regret; I wish I would have punched Micah.)
Good news: Zoe's talkin' to meeeee!
Bad news: She's telling me I'm wrong. wtf.
Good news: I'm pretty sure I definitely have a crush! :D This makes me happy!
Bad news: It's never going anywhere because I don't want what's happened two out of three times to happen again. All three times were a disaster, actually, if you look at the complete end result.
Good news: I can kind of joke about being a homewrecker!
Bad news: I kind of was once. Rachel and Omar. Gah.
And...that's it. Even though I wrote both...I think I'm going to have to focus on the good. 'Cause otherwise I'ma think I'm a banana tree.
(bonus points to the person who gets that reference thar)
....
(remember, you want those bonus points so you don't die ;D)
Bad news: Two more have appeared.
Good news: I've nearly hit ten thousand words for my NaNoWriMo "novel!"
Bad news: I'm supposed to be at about fifteen thousand by now. xD
Good news: I've decided I don't care about being behind! I'm writing an itty bitty novella now and shooting for about 30,000 words.
Bad news: This means I get no prize for NaNoWriMo. xD
Good news: I'm being mature! I'm doing a good thing! I'm moving on!
Bad news: I could very well be lying to myself and only doing it to feel better/get someone back. I'm probably going to be accosted by people I care about for this like I was for apologizing to Micah and Kevin way back when. (Apologizing to Kevin I don't exactly regret; I wish I would have punched Micah.)
Good news: Zoe's talkin' to meeeee!
Bad news: She's telling me I'm wrong. wtf.
Good news: I'm pretty sure I definitely have a crush! :D This makes me happy!
Bad news: It's never going anywhere because I don't want what's happened two out of three times to happen again. All three times were a disaster, actually, if you look at the complete end result.
Good news: I can kind of joke about being a homewrecker!
Bad news: I kind of was once. Rachel and Omar. Gah.
And...that's it. Even though I wrote both...I think I'm going to have to focus on the good. 'Cause otherwise I'ma think I'm a banana tree.
(bonus points to the person who gets that reference thar)
....
(remember, you want those bonus points so you don't die ;D)
Friday, November 5, 2010
Will it never end?
Okay, so the emo apparently isn't ending tonight, either. But tonight it's not my own angsty feelings I'm worried about. I'm more worried about the crap some of my "friends" (yeah, I'm usin' quotation marks, bitches) may have put my mom through. And with "lol" attached, too.
God, can you people not read?
She is obviously my mom. Telling an adult to grow up is freaking retarded and disrespectful, especially when they're just telling you that they had a freaking meltdown from having to go through their recently deceased mother's clothes. How would you like it if someone told you to grow up after going through your dead parents' belongings when you just weren't ready yet? If she wants to be pissed, by God, I think she has the right to be pissed. It might not be the best way to take care of her anger, but you know what? You grow up and understand. You don't have to condone it, but at least don't tell her to freaking grow up.
Before, I was pissed you pushed off telling us about it until nine o'clock. Now? Now I'm ready to punch someone for hurting my mom.
Ah, shizz. Please excuse the language. I'm channelin' a Runaway or something.
God, can you people not read?
She is obviously my mom. Telling an adult to grow up is freaking retarded and disrespectful, especially when they're just telling you that they had a freaking meltdown from having to go through their recently deceased mother's clothes. How would you like it if someone told you to grow up after going through your dead parents' belongings when you just weren't ready yet? If she wants to be pissed, by God, I think she has the right to be pissed. It might not be the best way to take care of her anger, but you know what? You grow up and understand. You don't have to condone it, but at least don't tell her to freaking grow up.
Before, I was pissed you pushed off telling us about it until nine o'clock. Now? Now I'm ready to punch someone for hurting my mom.
Ah, shizz. Please excuse the language. I'm channelin' a Runaway or something.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Tonight is not where the emo stops.
I am in a horrible, horrible mood and hating on myself and everything else. So, tonight, I'm gonna be a little emo. Of course, now that I'm actually writing, my minibreakdown has completely stopped, but hey, whatever. Basic idea is still there.
People are retarded. Especially when they make last minute decisions on shizz. It's freaking ridiculous and ruins my fun. Ruins a lot of peoples fun, actually. Some people were actually looking forward to college day. It was even stated that hey, a lot of people don't have stuff that would fit retro day. SO WHY CHANGE IT? And even if you were going to change it, for the love of God, ANNOUNCE IT WHEN EVERYONE'S IN THE FREAKING BUILDING. SHOULD THAT NOT BE YOUR FIRST CONCERN, THAT EVERYONE GETS THE MEMO? Gawsh. I hate being in a hub because NO ONE TAKES YOU INTO CONSIDERATION. The teachers can't do retakes because you're not available three days a week (or four, if you're in WMCAT, too) and so the only day you can do ANYTHING EVER is Friday and NO ONE WANTS TO STAY AFTER ON FRIDAY.
This is STUPID. I kind of like being able to meet kids from different schools and I've adjusted well, but that part? That part is just STUPID.
And then there's my emo alone feelings. I'm being stupid about them, I know. The alone bit is my fault, too, because I hardly ever reach out to anyone. But...I feel like sometimes I'm being forced to reach out all the time. It's always "Jenna, why don't you come sit with us?" instead of people just plopping down beside me. I know it's the floor, guys, but it's really not that bad. The only people that ever sit by me on the floor are Jade and the random girls from an earlier post. Jade doesn't come to school much anymore, so I'm pretty much on my own there.
And it seems like everyone always gets the support and encouragement they need to not go crazy...except me. Again, this is kind of my fault, I guess, because I'm so internal...but I'm not that internal, am I? I let people know when I'm upset enough. If you know me, you know the signs.
But then again, that's the problem, isn't it? No one really knows me anymore and I never see the people that do know me. I guess I'm kind of coming out of my shell, but not fast enough.
And...and...I wanna protect my little sister, I really do. Some idiot girl at school called her an ugly ho, and although I know who the girl is and she's even in my gym class (obnoxious Marissa, for those of you that have gym with me), but a part of me that is too much in control doesn't want to get in trouble or hurt myself. (Of course, the maybe-so-maybe-faux fact of her having a parole officer and assaulting a thirty-five year old woman twice doesn't help my hesitation, either.)
I'm just not in a good mood tonight/today and I can't sleep because I'm upset and I really wish I'd stop feeling like I only have two people on my side sometimes.
And I really, really, really, really want a hug.
People are retarded. Especially when they make last minute decisions on shizz. It's freaking ridiculous and ruins my fun. Ruins a lot of peoples fun, actually. Some people were actually looking forward to college day. It was even stated that hey, a lot of people don't have stuff that would fit retro day. SO WHY CHANGE IT? And even if you were going to change it, for the love of God, ANNOUNCE IT WHEN EVERYONE'S IN THE FREAKING BUILDING. SHOULD THAT NOT BE YOUR FIRST CONCERN, THAT EVERYONE GETS THE MEMO? Gawsh. I hate being in a hub because NO ONE TAKES YOU INTO CONSIDERATION. The teachers can't do retakes because you're not available three days a week (or four, if you're in WMCAT, too) and so the only day you can do ANYTHING EVER is Friday and NO ONE WANTS TO STAY AFTER ON FRIDAY.
This is STUPID. I kind of like being able to meet kids from different schools and I've adjusted well, but that part? That part is just STUPID.
And then there's my emo alone feelings. I'm being stupid about them, I know. The alone bit is my fault, too, because I hardly ever reach out to anyone. But...I feel like sometimes I'm being forced to reach out all the time. It's always "Jenna, why don't you come sit with us?" instead of people just plopping down beside me. I know it's the floor, guys, but it's really not that bad. The only people that ever sit by me on the floor are Jade and the random girls from an earlier post. Jade doesn't come to school much anymore, so I'm pretty much on my own there.
And it seems like everyone always gets the support and encouragement they need to not go crazy...except me. Again, this is kind of my fault, I guess, because I'm so internal...but I'm not that internal, am I? I let people know when I'm upset enough. If you know me, you know the signs.
But then again, that's the problem, isn't it? No one really knows me anymore and I never see the people that do know me. I guess I'm kind of coming out of my shell, but not fast enough.
And...and...I wanna protect my little sister, I really do. Some idiot girl at school called her an ugly ho, and although I know who the girl is and she's even in my gym class (obnoxious Marissa, for those of you that have gym with me), but a part of me that is too much in control doesn't want to get in trouble or hurt myself. (Of course, the maybe-so-maybe-faux fact of her having a parole officer and assaulting a thirty-five year old woman twice doesn't help my hesitation, either.)
I'm just not in a good mood tonight/today and I can't sleep because I'm upset and I really wish I'd stop feeling like I only have two people on my side sometimes.
And I really, really, really, really want a hug.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
WHAT THE HEZZICKS.
DOES NO ONE KNOW WHAT CRITIQUE MEANS ANYMORE. I WANT TO SEE SOMETHING THAT'S WRONG WITH MY WRITING AND FIX IT.
Maybe I should ask Mrs. Williams if she'll help me. 'Cause I feel like I must be doing something wrong. I have to, right? Right.
Ahhhhhhh I want to be able to write more but MY BRAIN IS DEAD FOR WRITING!
NOOOOOOOOOO!
I STILL HAVE 45,000 WORDS TO WRITE.
NOOOOOOOOOO!
....I'ma watch the Redwings now. ;___;
(....I'm talking about NaNoWriMo, btw. If that makes it make more sense.)
Maybe I should ask Mrs. Williams if she'll help me. 'Cause I feel like I must be doing something wrong. I have to, right? Right.
Ahhhhhhh I want to be able to write more but MY BRAIN IS DEAD FOR WRITING!
NOOOOOOOOOO!
I STILL HAVE 45,000 WORDS TO WRITE.
NOOOOOOOOOO!
....I'ma watch the Redwings now. ;___;
(....I'm talking about NaNoWriMo, btw. If that makes it make more sense.)
Monday, November 1, 2010
Blah blee bloo.
I GOT TALKED TO TODAY.
I FEEL KIND OF LIKE MARTEN.
DON'T GET IT?
GO HERE. THE FIRST FEW COMICS SHOULD BE ENOUGH EXPLAINING, I THINK.
....gosh I'm so weird.
BUT I WAS TALKED TO.
PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I FLOAT AROUND ON AIR AND CONTINUE TO NOT-WRITE FOR NANOWRIMO, DESPITE THE DOCUMENT BEING OPEN.
....eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
(....that was more of a Dora noise than a Marten noise.)
I FEEL KIND OF LIKE MARTEN.
DON'T GET IT?
GO HERE. THE FIRST FEW COMICS SHOULD BE ENOUGH EXPLAINING, I THINK.
....gosh I'm so weird.
BUT I WAS TALKED TO.
PLEASE EXCUSE ME WHILE I FLOAT AROUND ON AIR AND CONTINUE TO NOT-WRITE FOR NANOWRIMO, DESPITE THE DOCUMENT BEING OPEN.
....eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
(....that was more of a Dora noise than a Marten noise.)
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