In Which I Regret Living In Massachusetts

So, we have a saying in Massachusetts, which is "If you don't like the weather, wait five minutes."

...Well, people pretty much in every state say this, but in Massachusetts it is particularly true.  And maybe this year it hasn't been waiting five minutes but something is definitely wrong with the picture.

Allow me to elucidate.  Last Friday it was GORGEOUS.  Like 80 degrees, not a cloud in the sky gorgeous.  It felt like summer.  It was beautiful out.

The rain started Friday night.  And the rain has not stopped since then.

Yes folks, on June 4th in Massachusetts it is 62 degrees and raining.  It feels like April.  The months are out of whack.  I mean, it's June and I'm wearing flannel jim jams.  This isn't normal, this isn't natural.  Something is WRONG.

But you know what can make stupid weather a lot better?

Watching videos on YouTube.

Want to know a video you should watch?

How about this one?

CLICK HERE TO HAVE YOUR MIND BLOWN.

Do you know what that is, fooligans?  That is a video collab channel.

Do you know who is in that video collab channel?

ME.  And four of my bloggy type mates.

So you know what you should do?  You should go over and watch Lexie introduce us, The5LightningScars.

Link to our channel is here: The5LightningScars.  I know it isn't pretty and stuff yet, but we're working on it.

So go subscribe and make a very cold girl very happy.

I'm Thursday :)

Sorry for the - Wait... Nope. Not sorry.  SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION EXCEPT IT ISN'T REALLY SELF BECAUSE THERE ARE FIVE OTHER PEOPLE.

Love and kisses,

Jen

P.S. Not that it matters, but for any of you who care, my treatment on Friday went really, really well and I feel better.  Like, a lot better.  Like, I came home on Friday and my mother told me that I seemed like a completely different person after five hours better.  So, if you care, now you know.  And thank you for caring :)

Let's Do This Blogging Thing, Shall We?

ARGH I AM SO SORRY THAT I AM NOT DOING THINGS FOR YOU!!!!
It's like I've had nothing to write about.  Which, logistically, after writing every day for thirty days, makes sense.  I took all of my good ideas and used them up.  That is what has happened to me.  I am a used up paper napkin, a piece of trash in the wind.
It's late; can you tell?
I have state testing tomorrow.
Bad news: it takes up two hours of my life that I could be spending actually learning things that are relevant to my future.
Good news: once I'm finished tomorrow, I never have to take state tests again!  YES THANK THE GODS.
Honestly.  The questions that they ask have to be able to be answered by those with all levels of intelligence, so that means that if you have half a brain inside of your skull, then most of the questions are an insult to your IQ.  Not even a joke, the math that I had to do today could be done by a seventh grader.  I could have taken that test in seventh grade and passed it with flying colors.
I just have to console myself that I will never have to take them again.  Also, if you do really well on them you can get scholarships to state schools.  Not that that is applicable to me, since I don't intend on staying in Massachusetts.  Not even remotely close.
It's been raining here for about three weeks now.  If it rains any more you're going to have to start calling me Noah and rounding up the animals two by two.  Ugh, I'm going to end up tearing my hair out of my head.
My older brother is graduating on Sunday.  I don't know what to do with myself.  Part of me is really jealous that he is finally finished and can move on with his life and part of me is scared because I'm next.  I only have two more years left in high school, and if this year was any indication, they won't be very long years.  I miss being little and feeling like minutes were hours.  Now it feels like minutes are seconds and my life is just flying by.  I always say I can't wait to get out of my town, and I can't, but at the same time I really don't want to grow up.  Someone text Peter Pan.  I want a one way trip to Neverland.
Hey, at least if I'm there I don't have to take state tests.  And that would be a blessing.
Okay fooligans, here's the scoop. I'm going to try a writing schedule.  I'll alternate weeks, 1 week with posts on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and 1 week with posts on Tuesday and Thursday.  That way, I'm motivating myself to write and keeping the creative juices flowing.  Juices.  That is a weird word.
Okay, I need to go to bed.  I have tests in the morning.
Shoot me.
Love and kisses,
Jen

My Inner Monologue Seems to Want to Be Its Own Entity

I have a strange issue that I am going to share with you all today.  It isn't unlike all of the other strange things I've told you guys before.  Ready?  Let's-a go.

I can't keep my inner monologue inner.  I think things and then they just end up coming out of my mouth.  I try to keep them inside but my cheeks and tongue and vocal chords work against me.  I bet everyone in my school thinks that I am an annoying cow who can't keep her gob shut.   And they would be right.  Except for the cow bit.  I'm not a cow.

And it's especially bad because my inner monologue speaks in a British accent, because 1. British accents and 2. Having a British person yelling at you to get off of Tumblr and do you chemistry homework is way more fun than having your regular voice tell you to do the above action.

I have no life.

So I've decided to do BEDA, because why not?  I have so much homework, and so much other stuff to do, the least I could do for myself is give myself a distraction from said activities which I can reconcile in my brain as something that is important.  So here is my condoned distraction.  Tumblr, however, does not get that treatment.  There will be no Tumblr.  Do you hear that brain? DO YOU?! I DON'T THINK YOU DO!  NO GOD DAMN TUMBLR UNTIL ALL OF YOUR SHIT IS TOGETHER!!!

Okay, I'm done yelling and swearing.  There will be no more of that.

But here is my first BEDA post.  Really, BEDA is just another test I'm giving myself to prove to myself that I can finish things and that not finishing things is not a defining characteristic of mine.  So there, inner monologue! Chew on that for a bit!

*far away, deep within the -quite honestly- disturbing and scary recesses of my mind* I WILL, GOD DAMN YOU!

Hey, I said I was finished yelling and swearing.  I never vouched for the crazy posh Englishman living in my head.

Toodleloo and tararara!

Happy April Fools'!

Love and kisses,

Jen

Lots of Things. Maybe a Llama. Maybe Ice Cream. Maybe Pictures of Matt Smith With A Wallaby. I Don't Know. And Neither Will You If You Don't Check And See

I'm very bored, so I kind of want to know what you guys think of me.  Ask me what ever you want and I will answer all of them in a comprehensive blog post eventually.

So yeah, there's that.

In other news, I'm writing again!  And it feels so good!  I love having my creative juices flowing because then my whole person feels good.  And I love that.  Do any of you have something that makes you feel really good? Just like spectacularly amazing on the inside and out?

In other news, it's almost this blog's first birthday!  YAY!!!! Let's have cake and throw confetti and sprinkle happiness everywhere!!

I never thought that I would get this far.  My first blog lasted 9 months, which was pretty good.  I started this blog five months after I shut down my first.  And now it's almost one!  It's amazing to look back at my writing and realize how much I've grown as a writer.  I almost sound like an adult now!  Not really, but hey.  I can dream.

It's weird.  I went through a really little kiddish stage, then a really offensive stage, and then finally I got to the stage I'm at now.  Balancing the offensive with the intelligently witty. It's a good combo.

And I've also realized that I'm kind of alone in the blogosphere.  I feel like all of my bloggy type mates have gone on to bigger and better things and left me here alone.  Not that that isn't cool, because it is.  And to the people who are still around and still care, God knows I love ya.  I would name you off, but I can't think of any of you right now.  But you totally count and I love you to bits.

It's weird how people just pass out of your life.  Like one second they're here, the next they aren't.  That's what my new project that I am working on is about, oddly.  Funny how everything ties together in the end.

He isn't with a wallaby but sometimes there is a line  of asking too much.

This is the most expensive sundae in the world.  Shit's got caviar  in it.  It's legit.

Llamas are deceptively adorable.  I swear they are planning to take over the world.  Mark m words.

And since I promised a few things in my title, there you go.  If you can say anything about me, it's that when I deliver, I deliver. Like pizza. LOL.

Anyway, I have to go do my homework.  I want to be a good student, but y'all are distracting me, yo!  I can tell you that this isn't going to be the case next year when I have APUSH.  But that's my only AP.  I'm not taking AP Bio because I don't want my soul to die.  I think two of my friends are taking both, but then again they are both smarter than me, so.  It looks really good on transcripts, but so does stuff outside of school, and if I want to do anything outside of school, then I have to pick my battles.  And two AP classes as a junior, which is the toughest year of school anyway, is not one that I am choosing.  That was an extremely long paragraph.  I commend you if you read that.

Anyfloozle, I'm away laughing on a fast camel.

Parting Joke:
Knock knock?
Who's there?
Althea!
Althea who?
Althea later, alligator!

Bahahaha, that's a knee slapper!

Love and kisses,
Jen