:) :) :) oh boy.

k so last night was the frigggin bomb. theres is like so much to say. but basically... i got to hang out with my two best friends and jake last night. ya i did.  :) and im like smitten. life is ssssssoooooooooooo good.

kkk byyyeee!

immm innnn loovvee andd i dont care who knows!!!!

thats a lie. i do care. but... no one reads this blog..
now that im thinking about it, this is a tad skitzo. in all reality im just talking to myself.
but i dont care.
soooooooo here the lastest in my life, cyber world.
i met someone :)
YAY!
we'd never thought that would happen after my many months in emotional rehab after garrett. but it has finally happened. heres the thing. not so sure how he feels. of freaking course. because thats how these things work. its a sick guessing game for x amount of time. and normally im not a fan but in his case... i can wait. not because i care about him less than the others...in fact just opposite. ive never fallen this hard this fast. but i havent felt this way since garrett. the whole, i like him so much more than he likes me thing. cause in the last year ive liked people but not like this. and i want to make this one last as long as possible. and its a terrible feeling. he's liiiike perfect. and i know im not the first to notice this.

he makes me wanna skip for happiness a lot. is that weird?
nevermind.

so anyways yes. life is pretty awesome. eden is coming to my school next week. we have never gone to school together but have been best friends since third grade. im so glad she moved here. like seriously? what would i do without my friends? what if eden and devan never moved here? id be alone...with...jazmine and... mom. hahahahaha nawwww not that bad but still.

what else what else? hmmmm well i have a research project to do and a cheesecake in the fridge so i guess that it. :) k byyyeeeeee jennnaaaaaa.

more letters to things cause im bored.

Dear love,
you were fun for awhile but now its getting old. go away. thanks.
jenna

Dear boy who is sucking the life outta my friend,
ok really? i do not like you. you are such a hypocrite and your sister is ugly.
jenna

Dear people who add me on facebook just cause we went to the same school,
we didnt hang out then for a reason.
jenna

Dear chick off youtube,
 you umm.... need to... not talk ever again. hehe
jennahttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_A3BJlB18w

ooohhh life.

ive always personified life in my head as some tangible thing. (well sometimes tangible. it shapeshifts.) sometimes its those bird dinosuars, or those weird little ferby things from the 90's. or sometimes its just like wind and i picture it blowing someones house down.

lately its been a tennis ball launcher. i dont know why life couldnt have changed intself into a ping pong ball launcher. thats just the way it works. its like every time life feels like i need more practice, it launches me another frikin ball right at the face. whether its being sick, an ex boyfriend returning, more school work, not getting school work, stupid friends and so on.

everytime i hear someone say "i hate my life!" or "my life sucks." i think of that persons life as a vampire. and thats good cuz then im like, "dude, id rather my life be a ferby than a vampire."

i wish my life could be a bowl of ice cream right now.

Reddi Whip Cures Cancer.

after spending excessive amounts of time on the computer when i really should have been doing history homework, i decided that i should probably get my booty (yes, i did just say "booty") up and do something productive with my life.

my internal magnetic force brought my feet into the kitchen. i was exactly opposed to this so i proceeded to open the fridge and look through its contents. i mentally noted how unusually clean it was and credited this phenomena to my cousins wedding which had taken place at my house last weekend. i then decided on strawberries. i selected the plumpest one and carried it over to the sink to wash it cause i dont want to die of e. colli unless the world was ending. i think id rather die from E. colli than fire.

as i was walking away something in my memory sent off distress signals that i shouldve noticed something and did not. so i turned and skipped over to the fridge to satisfy the little human voice inside of me that tells me when im being stupid.

upon opening the fridge i see a jar of Reddi Whip and im like "heck yeah, thank you voice. you rarely fail me" completely content with my life i returned to the sink to de-e-collify my strawberry. so i took off the green thing and was about to lather my strawberry in unneccesary amounts of reddi whip when i realized how cool it would be to inject my reddi whip into the strawberry. unfortunately my hand had switched to auto pilot and stuffed the strawberry in my mouth.

needless to say, this was life giving me something productive to do. i returned to the fridge and plucked not one but TWO strawberries from the bowl and turned on "eye of the tiger" because it is my determination song...i then got the narrowest sharpest knife i could fine and cut the heck off the top of my strawberry. my work was very precise might i add. i made a perfect circle and place the nozzle of the reddi whip directly into the hole (hehe) and pushed slightly. the strawberry began to swell with whipped cream and overflow into a cornicopia of awesomeness right onto my hand.

i didnt mind.

i then proceeded to stuff the strawberry into my mouth. i soon realized how freakin amazing this concoction was and credited everything to Reddi Whip. think about it: everything is better with some type of whipped cream with it:

ice cream: so amazing its insane but even better with whipped topping. possible? yes.

babies: so much more enjoyable with whipped cream.

math homework: psh this stuff isnt friggin see through! spray a little whipped cream on your assignments and problems solved (pun intended)

jim carey: that dude could DEFINITELY make whipped cream funny.

and that is how strawberries and whipped cream brought me back to the computer for a grand total of 7 hours.

Spanish boredom. maybe this is why i have a B-

Dear Geometry,
if you were a person, you would be male.


Dear tall guy,
please be my friend. you make me feel short. i have never said  a word to you but this is what i know: your name is Eric, you have BA shades, and most importantly you are 6'6


Dear Lames (james)
i like how you think your really cool. just cause you were popular last year. but we're all homeschooled. its not cool.
p.s. cut your hair.


Dear Shakespeare.
your are cool dude and everything. But it'd really be better for me if you never existed.


Dear sad guy,
dont be sad! just cause you walked into the wrong class and totally humiliated yourself. its ok. crap happens. and your kinda good looking. so cheer up!


Dear pregnant chick,
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahah thaaaaaaaaats why your homeschooled. theres always one of you...


Dear gang of creepy emos,
be happy.




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wooooo i love these!
2/28/11
i am so incredibly friends with tall guy! guess how? i told him casually that i like country music. we then spent an hour and a half discussing said topic. yuuusssssss!

and lames? haha he doesnt even bother anymore. i love it. i take half credit for that. :))

pregnant chick is gone and sadly.. no more preggos this year. :(.....yet.

that look.

sooo heres the thing.
i like to make people have this look. its one of my favorite things ever. its the look they get when i tell them things. its like for 2 seconds the world doesnt make sense to them.
for example.
person: so what grade are you in?
me: oh im only in 10th
*that look* hehehehe
orrrr
person: well umm what highschool do you go to?
me: actually im homeschooled. :D
*that look* 
im like a stereotype defyer. love it.