(The one with the smexy hat) Name - Jenny Nicknames - Jennifer, Jenny, Jen, Jennenifer, Pockets, Arakhne, Akiwombo, Special K, Juniper, Damali, Illyria, Rin, Genma, Prop Mistress Eternal, Queen's Lady #2, Tragedian #3, Ela Delahay, Banquo, The Anti-Snarfle, Ponce de Leon! Conqueror of Florida!, Jean Grey, Fatty MacFatterson, Pain (Sarah's Minion (Annie is Panic)) Age - 18. That's right. I can buy pr0n, cigarettes, vote, and get legally executed! PIMP. Country - USA. Woot. *waves flag* Likes - Martial Arts. Yum. Dislikes - I don't like dieing. It's a bit uncomfortable and it kinda tickles. Watching - Advent Children... Why am I not that awesome? Reading - Hanakimi Playing - WoW, Dirge of Cerberus, FFVII Listening - my fan creaking as it spins Eating - frosted tree-shaped pretzels Drinking - BAWLS! Singing - Various RENT songs... Mood - *gnaws on stapler* Guess.
Owen got a job. I got to play with a nice pretty sword and some rope. All in all, it's been a pretty awesome day.
I love you, Owen.
Jenny :~: 11:08 PM |
Sunday, June 06, 2004
It's a universal truth that nothing is constant, save for change. So basically, the only thing that is constant is the promise that nothing will ever be constant. It's ironic. Kind of funny. I love irony and hate it at the same time. My life is disgustingly ironic. If there were anymore irony in the things that happened to me, i'd choke on it and die...which is also kind of ironic, in and of itself....i guess you'd have to be looking at it from my perspective. I find myself often laughing my sick, bitterly-depressed laugh and saying "Well, doesn't it just figure...". That or this one line from a song i no longer remember the rest of, repeats itself through my head: "I hate to say i told you so." I guess you could call my life interesting if you're the kind of person that likes stories about the same things happening over and over again to a person and they just can't escape it. Stupid things. Stupid bad things always happen to me. And all i can do is shrug and say, "if only there were a way. but there's not. so all well." And i'm not sure if it's my fault, or really bad luck, or if there really is a God and he really is pissed at me for being such an ass all the time. It probably is my own fault. If bad things happen again and again to the same person and each time, they never find a way through it to happiness, there's generally something they're doing wrong. But hell if i know what it is i'm doing wrong. I look for a way as hard as i can, really i do. And why wouldn't i?! You think i like getting screwed over?! That's what really makes me hate people who tell me that i'm not trying hard enough. Why the hell wouldn't i be trying hard enough?! It's my life and my happiness that's at stake here! Of course i'm going to try! Every idiot knows that...I keep getting these questions that i just don't have answers to. I don't know why. They're pretty simple questions. I just...don't. I don't have the answers. So, of course, i fail. And i don't know where i'd find these answers anyways. There's no where for me to look. I don't even know where to begin...So anyways, on my search for Happiness and Inner Peace, which, by the way, i've been on, i finally think that i'm doing pretty good and, maybe, you know, just maybe, i might be ok. And then my source-of-happiness's job becomes a living hell and it has to quit and if it doesn't find a new, well-enough-paying job by the end of the week, then it's going to have to move to colorado with it's parents.
Kinda funny in a sick sort of way, isn't it?
Well, doesn't it just figure...
Jenny :~: 10:01 PM |
Saturday, June 05, 2004
So I was walking through the kitchen the other day, going to go get my laundry, and my mom turns and says to me "Oh, by the way, you're taking the SAT's tomorrow. :D"....urg....knowing this a bit in advance might have been nice... It just so happens that on this day, the day before i'm supposed to take the big important test, i woke up all early, did lots of random chores, cleaned out ALL the crap in my closet and some of the stuff laying around my room, and yeah, that's a whole lot of crap, and also, that day i decided to start back up on the dry-land exercises we did in swim practice back in the Coach Ray days (*sigh* the good ol' days...)so i did about 70 push-up and god knows how many crunches and some push-out things too and then all the other exercises we had randomly thrown in and i was going to go running, then decided against it. I also went to Ninjitsu later that night and spent all my energy violently attacking (is there any kind of attack that isn't violent? possibly a hug-attack...or a tickle-attack...no, those things can get pretty gruesom...) Ken and his little arm pads. So I'm all sore and tired today, also seeing as i didnt get to bed until 1:30 ish and had to wake up at 6:30 ish. But the test...er... wasnt too horrible. I had me a good nap on my desk while the people were doing random things that didnt concern me. Now I've misplaced my mormon again...those little guys get lost pretty easily...i don't know if he's at home or at work today...hmm...i'd call but i'm afraid i'll have to talk to his mother if i do...i have a deep-seated fear of his mother...she's a librarian. Scary stuff. Annie knows. so i guess i'll just wait and see if he calls.....hmm...i'm, so pathetic...anyways. I've decided i want to go to Japan and study all the form of Jitsu-ish-things after hearing the Ninjitsu Sensei talk about it. Well, i'm off to surf the web. Toodles!
"Just take what comes your way, say Thank You Very Much and break it." - NinJitsu Sensei (kinda sad that i dont actually know his name)(he's really cool though!)