April 26: A Bit of This, A Bit of That

I'm officially out of ideas, chickens.
Officially.
I'm not going to throw in the towel, au contrair.
I'm just going to half-ass the next few days to say that I managed to do BEDA.
FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!
But I'm really tired, and I feel ill (yay medication), so I'm going to go to bed.
And sleep forever.
Yay!
Love and kisses,
Jen

April 23: Vloggity Vlog Type Vlog

Hey there fooligans.  I was really tired today and I didn't feel all that well so I vlogged.  For the first time ever!  Hope you enjoy my face!

Love and kisses,

Jen

Edit: I apologize for the weird whistle-y s's.  It's my computer's microphone.  It's kind of bad.  Apologies!

Yeah Yeah Yeah, I'm Here, Quit Your Whining.

Okay, so there is a legitimate reason why I haven't been writing.

...

IT'S CALLED WRITER'S BLOCK AND EVERYONE GETS IT ONCE IN A WHILE GOD!

It's writer's block, and I have to write a script for a contest.  Due the sixteenth of April.  Which means that I have about three weeks to write an awesome-tastic script and I'M ALL OUT OF IDEAS!!!

THIS NEVER HAPPENS TO - Well, it happens quite a lot, which is why I never finish anything, BUT I NEED TO FINISH THIS!!!

1. Because if I win, I could win a grand in cash and go to a convention in Washington, D.C. and have my script acted out by professional actors.

And 2. I need to prove to myself that I can finish stuff, god dammit!  I'm not useless and I don't flake out of things!  I can finish this thing and have a real chance of winning!

It's only a one act play.  Which I've never written one before.  What could possibly go wrong?

Oh, and if any of you want to read some of the finished product, I'll be sure to give you all a tidbit.

Yours most affectionately and most tiredly,

Jen

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLOGGY TYPE MATES!!!

And Happy Pi Day to boot!  I picked an awesome birthday for my blog.

Thank you so much, all of you, for reading my blog, and liking it so much you want it to be a person so you could take it to Vegas and marry it most of the time.

You guys make this so much more rewarding because I know that somewhere out there in the world are people who I've never met who think I'm kind of funny.  And that is a huge freaking confidence boost.

So Happy Birthday to me, I guess.

And thanks again.  Y'all are the bee's knees!

Love and kisses,

Jen

P.S. Check out my last post, because that one was about me finally standing up for myself, and it's awesome and inspiring and all that jazz, so go check it out!

Love again,

Jen

Yeah... I'm Kind of Crap At This Whole 'Blogging' Thing

So I apologize to anyone who reads my blog, because it has been a week and a half, almost a fortnight, and I haven't posted a thing.  So.  Here is me, apologizing.  To make up for it I will post adorable pictures of seals, and maybe a picture of me.  O.O

Here is me, being sad.  But instead of me, you have a sad seal.  A very sad, adorable seal who is very very sorry for not posting.

Here is me, happy that maybe some of you will care.  Happy seal is happy.  How can you say no to a face like that.  Oh my god, I just want to snorgle it and love it forever and ever.
Yeah, I said snorgle.  Deal with it.
Many things have happened in the week and a half that I didn't talk to all y'all.
Not really, I just wanted to type that sentence.  Don't judge me.
I am on vacation now, so, I have time to lounge around and do nothing.  Which is false, because right now I am in the midst of planning a novel.  I love how inspiration for a novel doesn't come during November.  I could have won NaNoWriMo.  But noooo, my brain has to get creative four months after.
Truth be told, I am really okay with this.  I really like the idea I have right now and I want to make it the best that I can.  I am actually combining my new idea with an idea that I had years ago.  So long ago that the character names are written on my desk.  But I'm not stealing the characters.  Just the idea.  The characters weren't fleshed out.  The idea was pretty good though.

Here is another picture. I feel obligated to post them to keep you guys reading, since I'm being a boring old fart today.
Everytime I look at that photo, I die laughing.  This is me, as a ghost, typing to you.  I want to write more, but nothing interesting has happened to me as of late, but that could change.  Keep in touch ya crazy kids.
One more picture, for good measure.

Get it? Moustache, must dash?

I fail.

Anyfloozle, I love all of you to bits and pieces, which I will then consume to get closer to your love.  Anomanomanomanom.

Love and kisses,

L.

Things That I Find Funny That Wouldn't Be Funny To Most People

Hey There Fooligans
(Okay confession - when I wrote that, I read it in my head in the voice of Larry the Cucumber from Veggie Tales, because when my little brother was little, he watched all of these videos about a superhero named Larry Boy, and when Larry Boy would approach someone on the street, he would greet them by saying 'Hey There Citizen'.  And I just tried to find a video on YouTube.  I'M NUTS!)

I find it hilariously, ironically funny that people who watch the show Glee and call themselves Gleeks are, in fact, calling them the little bit of spit that flies out of your mouth sometimes involuntarily.  YOU ALL KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.  And don't deny it.  You've all done it.  Don't look at me with those shifty eyes!

I find it funny that in Massachusetts, or at least around where I live (just north of Boston), that is perfectly acceptable to say very mean sarcastic things to people.  And the funny thing is that everyone around you is probably thinking the same thing.  Case in point - I was out with my mum the other day, and we were walking across the street and a car was coming very fast towards us, so my mother shouts (or, more accurately, says loudly.  She didn't shout.) at the car "Okay, buddy, go a little faster, that's totally cool." And the three or so people who were crossing the street with all kind of went "I was just thinking that" out loud.  Only in Massachusetts.

(I know that what my mother said wasn't very mean, but it was very sarcastic.  Mainly, I was trying to show the same-mindedness of all of us Massholes.)

I can't wait to go to college and go to a place where it is not socially acceptable to be very openly, cruelly sarcastic.  I will end up being the person who says that mean thing and have everyone be completely horrified.  "But you were all thinking it!" will probably end up being my excuse, and all of my future friends (soon to be alienated future friends) will look at me in shock and horror and in unison will all say "NO WE WEREN'T!"  And it will be glorious.  And I will have no friends.  Just like now.

*Sigh*

I will never be socially acceptable.

I think I just have to accept that fact.

I find it funny that it's 12:23 AM.  As in THE MORNING!  And I still have piles of homework.  Hooray.  I had a FOUR DAY weekend.  And I waited until Monday-Freaking-Morning to do it.  Winning over here, guys.  Just mountains of winning.  Mountains and mountains of it.

I have left the valley of the eternally screwed and entered the mountains of the royally, winningly, FUCKED.

LOVE AND KISSES ALL OF YOU!!!
Jen

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.

It Is Hotter Than Satan's Butt Right Now!

And as it is such, I am too tired to finish the post I was working on.

I have work all this week and next week, so the blogging might be sparse. After, however, I'll be back.

Enjoy this picture of Matthew Lewis (AKA NEVILLE FREAKING LONGBOTTOM!!!

So um yeah. Not a great picture, but he looks like he has a pocket watch and holy JESUS NEVILLE GOT HOT!!!!

Seriously, new celebrity crush right here. Look at that delicious crooked smile. I want to eat him. So yeah.

Talk to ya later, ya fooligans!

L.