I could never leave this boy.

We tried to watch The Usual Suspects but it didn't work. Who ever said that movie was good is a retard. A complete retard I tell you!So we are watching a Ben Folds Live dvd instead and it's a lot more fun.

i.q.

when I was four years old they tried to test my I.Q.they showed me a picture of 3 oranges and a pearthey said, which one is different it does not belongthey taught me different is wrongbut when I was 13 years old I woke up one morning thighs covered in bloodlike a warlike a warningthat I live in a breakable takeable body an ever-increasingly valuable bodythat a woman had come in the night to replace medeface mesee, my body is borrowedyeah, I got it on loanfor the time in between my mom and some maggotsI don't need anyone to hold meI can hold my ownI got highways for stretchmarkssee where I've grownI sing sometimes like my life is at stake'cause you're only as loud as the noises you makeI'm learning to laugh as hard as I can listen'cause silence is violence in women and poor peopleif more people were screaming then I could relaxbut a good brain ain't diddleyif you don't have the factswe live in a breakable takeable worldan ever available possible worldand we can make music like we can make dogenius is in a back beat backseat to nothing if you're dancingespecially something stupid like I.Q.for every lie I unlearn I learn something newI sing sometimes for the war that I fight'cause every tool is a weapon -if you hold it right..ani difranco.

"What?"

I feel floaty today. It's like I can't have a specific thought long enough to really think about it. I feel apathetic and lackadaisical. Someone tie my feet down.

priceless.

Look at the necklace I got out of a vending machine for 50 cents:And it doesn't even suck!(yeah, sorry about the blurriness. Not the best camera in the world...)Apparently it means "harmony" -- that's what the sticker says, anyways. The little bubble-container thingies are really hard to open.

What the hell.

All I want is a Honolulu Volunteer Fire Department t-shirt and I can't find one ANYWHERE! You'd think that somewhere in the infinite sea of porno and anonymous screen names, SOMEWHERE they'd have a Honolulu Volunteer Fire Department t-shirt for sale. Nope. They don't.--I found carabiners and pelican cases though. Pffft.-->:(

I'm go...

I'm going to go cuddle with Kyle now. I think I'm past the "don't touch me ever" phase and moving into the "I'd cry during a Procrit commercial" phase. Yep. I need a cuddle.

Hula Helen!

This is for twiceyesterday:*laughs hysterically*I wish she was hula-ing.

*burps*

This is what I felt like today when I was eating lunch: *farts*My lips turn bright red when I eat salty things. It looks like I'm wearing lip liner or whore-colored lipstick. I guess it's sort of convenient though. Not that I'm a whore or anything. *note to self: eat french fries before doing it*

elements

You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent."And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant togo into the Dark Wood. Disregarding the advicegiven to her by the spirits, Unicorn wentinside and bled silver blood.. For hermisdeed, the world knew evil."Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve(Christian) and Pandora (Greek).The Unicorn is associated with the concept ofinnocence, the number 3, and the element ofwater.Her sign is the twilight sun.As a member of Form 3, you are a curiousindividual. You are drawn to new things andbecome fascinated with ideas you've never comein contact with before. Some people may sayyou are too nosey, but it's only because youlike getting to the bottom of things andsolving them. Unicorns are the best friends tohave because they are inquisitive. Which Mythological Form Are You? brought to you by Quizilla

I'm wondering wh...

I'm wondering why my test photo isn't showing up... It did when I posted it the first time. OHHHH!!! I know. It's cause I deleted it off the server... Ah.*epiphanied*

Fun with cameras

I bought a cheapo digital camera today just for the sake of posting on here. Starting now everytime you read an entry you have to donate $5 to the "Pay Jen Back For Buying A Digital Camera When She Couldn't Really Afford It" fund. Make checks payable to Frugal Isn't My Middle Name. Thanks bye. K. I know this photo is really dark, but that's what I liked about it.Here's me.. ummm... thinking. About how I'm all alone in my house taking pictures of myself. My nose isn't really that big, I swear.I was fiddling with the photo effects -- trying to make it all shadowy and crap. Pants, this one is for you. This is Kyle and he's talking to his brother in Minnesota. I didn't mean meant to take the picture off center because hell, it looks cool. You know, the rule of 1/3s or whatever. Okay. That's it. For now.

for shits and giggles

Okay. Bear with me because I'm going to see if I can figure out how to post a photo on the entry page. If it doesn't work, blame the dog.Here goes.....Yep. I'm a genius.

strained buttons

Thank the LAW-ED for good Mexican food

timewarp

So, okay. I don't know what's up with my time -- it keeps getting am and pm mixed up even though I CHANGED it on MY end. Pffft. >:( ~Jen, always concerned with the most important things.Anyway.I'm trying to get in the habit of writing in this journal. I'm trying to think of it as an outlet for stuff that I need to... well, outlet, but it's sort of hard to get past the "other people are going to read this" thing. That's the joys of the Private Only button though, right? And besides, it's not like it's a huge deal if people read my innermost thoughts because most don't know me enough to *really* care and the one that DOES, well, I like to assume that she won't be shocked or surprised by my outlaying of feelings. But maybe she will. Heck. I sound like I'm trying to talk myself into something.***I'm shedding. Like. Seriously. I wonder if it's because my hair is longer than it's been in 5 years and it's like, in shock or something and trying to bail out. One thing's for sure, it *can't* be all the dye and crap I put into it.... Or the fact that I fry it with hot air for 10 minutes and then give it a recap by trapping it between hot metal prongs and twisting it until it's so un-straight it could be called homo. *laughs at self*Okay but seriously. It's at an annoying length where it gets stuck in my hood when I'm wearing a hoodie. Speaking of which, I think "hoodie" would be a good screen name. And I'm going to stop talking about my hair now because I feel boring. ***Oh, in case you're wondering, Kyle fixed our bed last night all by himself. I sort of felt bad that I didn't help him at all, right up until he whapped me in my sleep. Then I didn't feel as bad. Apparently he didn't "know" and he was "dreaming"... pfft. >:(

bringing down the house

Our bed keeps breaking and it's not because we're doing fun stuff.

*Oh, and...*

P.M., not A.M. Sheesh.

*EW!*

Why is there an "Unregistered" thing on my picture? And how do I get it off? *is registered*

*Twin*

I have a twin in New Hampshire. (where is New Hampshire anyways? Somewhere not by me, I'm pretty sure.)She tries to divert attention away from our twin-ness by saying that we're just pen pals (remember those? like in 3rd grade?) but I KNOW BETTER!---> I used to have a pen pal in 3rd grade. She wore a polka-dotted jumper. I wonder if SW does... Maybe I'll stalk her. *****Not sure what "quixotic" is, but he's wearing sunglasses so it must be good.

ew I'm a dumba...

ew I'm a dumbass.

State of Nothingness

Okay, so this is my first journal entry and I don't really know what I'm doing yet. Honestly, I just want to see what this looks like after I'm through with it.