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

In Which Jennelle Apologizes To The Three People Who Actually Read Her Blog.

So to you three, I thank you.
A lot has happened in the week+ that I haven't been around.

I've done this:
1. Got sick
2. Got well
3. Failed a History exam
4. Had to sit through a horrendous football game where Georgetown High School was creamed 24-7
5. Was horrendously cold at said football game
6. Watched my band director (mentioned before here and here and here, if not in excess, very briefly) groom my little brother into becoming a conductor.  Everyone in the band agrees that I do, in fact, have the coolest younger brother ever.
7. Got sick again
8. Ate a lot of food at Thanksgiving
9. Ate a shit ton of bread.  My cousin's girlfriend is in school to be a pastry chef type person, and she baked a billion loaves of bread and two cakes and a pie.  It's like she wants us all to be fat lards who have to roll everywhere.  But I still ate all of it.  Yum yum yum!
10. Worked on my articles for the Thought Report!  See, Lewis, I promise I'm doing them!

So yeah, that's what I've been doing.

What have you been up to, fooligans?

I'll give you a parting joke next week when I'm well enough to find one.

Love and kisses,

L.

Life Is An STD That Is Always Fatal

Lovelypoos! I'm back!  I'm not dead!  I didn't fall off the face of the earth!  I wasn't eaten by rabid walruses!  I just had a really big history project due, and that took up all of my time.  It won't happen again.  Kidding, it probably will happen.  All the time.  So sorry about that.

I'm going to confess something to you all that I haven't actually confessed out loud, not even when I'm talking to myself.

Prepare yourselves for what may seem like deep-rooted self esteem issues mixed in with some adolescent hormonal moaning.  But don't worry; It's just sleep deprivation.

I'm afraid that I'm defective.  I know that that sounds awful and terrible, but I do.  I have two friends, yes?  I have them in most of my classes, and during PE we sit in the corner of the gymnasium on the mats and talk about stuff (yes, for all of you who are wondering, I'm passing this class with an A, thank you very much).  Mostly the stuff we talk about is boys, because we are girls. 

Now my two friends, both of them openly have crushes on boys, I guess is the way to put it.  Both of them have had multiple boyfriends and they both get boys to like them really easily.

Here is where I feel like I'm defective.  I can't get a guy to like me.  Like ever.  I've had a grand total of one boyfriend, and that was for fifteen minutes in the sixth grade.  I've never been kissed, and I doubt any self-respecting guy has even thought about kissing me, regardless of how horny he was.

And I don't feel a need to always like a guy.  I haven't 'had a crush' since sixth grade.  At least on anyone attainable.  I have 'idea crushes', as in, I love the idea of someone, like a celebrity.  Or I get really attached to a voice.  Or a character in a book.  But not on anyone real.  Does that make me defective?  Or weird?

I am kind of worried that I'm going to end up lonely and alone because I have trouble making connections with people.  I feel like people think that I'm aloof.  I guess sometimes I do act like that.  It's my own fault.  I act aloof and use caustic sarcasm as a way to hide the fact that I have no idea how to act and that I actually am quite shy.

People have said that one of my great qualities is no fear to talk to strangers and a vast knowledge that allows me to relate to anyone.  If only they knew.

Okay, so that was deeply personal, I'm so sorry that I just subjected you to that.

I love you all.  Seriously.

Parting joke:

Why did the dolphin commit suicide?

Because his life had no porpoise!

Love and kisses,

L.