February 2010
Thanksgiving.
I’ve decided that when I’m older and have a family, I’m going to try something new.
Instead of a Turkey and traditional food, everyone can pick out their favorite food, and I’ll make it (or attempt too).
I don’t think Thanksgiving should be about Turkey. It should be about being Thankful. Correct? Lol I’m not sure why. I just think it would be nice for a...
You know what I was thinking about today?
Love.
Yeah, it’s stupid. I mean, we’re young. We don’t know what it is. But I was thinking how people always say things like;
He broke my heart. Uh, no. He didn’t. If your heart broke, you would be dead. Passed out on the floor. Dead. Yes, you are upset, I understand, it’s happened to me too, but your heart is not ‘broken’.
I fell in love. Can you fall...
Tomorrow,
I get to attend an assembly about class registration for next year. I dislike this. I like school, as it is. I don’t want change, I don’t want next year. This school year has been so fast, and it’s ending so quickly. The good and the bad memories have been blurred into one big memory and all it says is “Freshman.” I’m scared for the future. As we get older, the...
Everybody Makes Mistakes.
Jenn: What song is this?
Ashlyn: Why...?
Jenn: It has a nice beat.
Ashlyn: YOUR FACE HAS A NICE BEAT.
Jenn: ......
Ashlyn: Oh, I thought you were going to insult the song. Oops.
Denied.
Jenn: Can I be P Money? Please. Or J Money, whatever works.
Casey: HAHAHHA
Jenn: You can be C money!!
Casey: LOL
Jenn: And we can be the Money Honeys !
Casey: no. Because you just said that.
Jenn: But...
Casey: no.
Jenn: ):
My life
It’s like a song on repeat. The same words over and over and over again. The song says:
Wake up. Stretch. Grab clothes. Go to the bathroom. Pee. Flush. Turn on straightener. Change clothes. Straighten hair. Turn off straightener. Grab water bottle. Feed the fish. Lock the door. Ride the bus. Get to school. A day, B day, A1, A2, B1, B2. Drama. Complaints. Get on the bus. Get off the bus....
I realized something today.
I tend to talk about myself, a lot. In a conversation, i always slip something in like ‘oh i’ve done that’, or bring up some life story about myself. and guess what? i hate it. life isn’t about me, its about everyone else. i don’t matter, trust me, i don’t. i’m just a girl who goes to school, procrastinates, complains, laughs, just like you. i don’t...
You know what i don't understand?
my family. I really don’t. like, i love them, God <- i love them. they are my world and without them i wouldn’t be ANYWHERE, but, i just don’t get them.
My brother is like this huge ball of energy that’s been held in too long and just needs to explode, and trust me, he has. i love him, yesss i love Luke, he’s the best little brother i could ever ask for. but i...
“11:11 happens twice in day because everyone deserves a second chance.”
this is the first, of many posts.
I’ve never done this before, and i don’t really know what it is, but casey told me that it’s a good place to vent. i tend to need to do that a lot, so i guess this is where it will be. half of the things i say won’t make any sense whatsoever, and the others will just be boring. i’m just that kind of person i suppose. my life currently, is pretty swell. my sister and i...
