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read my profile sign my guestbook  Name: Jennifer Country: United States State: Missouri Metro: St. Joseph Birthday: 4/3/1988 Gender: Female Interests: Ok, so I know that I'm a nerd, but who cares?! I love math and literature. I spend most of my time doing homework and perfecting the work I have already completed. It is very important to me that I do my best and excel in all that I do. Only A's are acceptable for me. I spend my spare time reading books, writing in my journal, and hanging out with my boyfriend. Although I sound like the most boring person on earth, I'm actually pretty interesting once you get to know me. Apart from my perfectionist side, I love music. I sing and play the violin, piano, guitar, and clarinet. I also like helping my friends with problems they are facing. I like knowing that I have impacted another person's life for the better. Occupation: Student Message: message me MSN: cool_gal_102@hotmail.com Member Since: 11/26/2005 |
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So the first week of school after break really wasn't that bad. I've been doing this new thing where I actually do my work before the last minute, and I kinda like it. It's nice not having to rush and worry about failing. Like right now, I'm reading the assigned 64 pages in the God-aweful boring book Great Issues in Western Civilization Volume II. The reading and six questions do not need to be completed until Wednesday, so I think I'm ahead of the game. Literature class has been fun with Mr. Lightfoot telling stories instead of teaching. My sister's nose turned purple Thursday morning. Before continuing my story, I think a visual image is necessary to aid the imagination.
So my sister comes into the bathroom Thursday morning and says, in a very sad, distraught voice, Jennifer, my nose is purple! And I, being the sympathetic, loving sister I am, say ha ha ha ha ha ha while pointing at her insanely purple nose. Moral of the story, um . . . don't get a purple nose. Questions to ponder: If Simese twins conjoined at the waist (sharing the same bottom half) have sex with another person, is it a threesome? How many calories does a canibal consume after eating the average-sized human? Can a gay guy and a lesbian hook up? Is there really a magical forest of weed in Kansas? Can I get a liter of cola? Why did my sister's nose turn purple? Why do people who know the least know it the loudest? Do you know how fast you were going? Do you know why I pulled you over? Ain't so funny meow is it? Are you my mommy?
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December 28, 2005Well, Christmas is over and the new year is coming. I strongly do not want to go back to school, only because I do not want to wake up early and be tired the rest of the day. I can't wait for district (and hopefully state) music contest, prom, graduation, Natalia, and William Jewell! But all of these things are in the future. Every year before Christmas I am on such a "Holidays High," but then after Christmas I feel so empty. It's not because I didn't get what I wanted or that I will have to wait another year for Christmas. I feel this way because the true American comes out in everyone around me. I see the eyes that can only see what is going on right in front of them. I hear the voices discussing how much they spent this year on their kids. I hear the screams of "Where's my turbo triple mumbo jumbo race car!!!!!" I interpret the thoughts of who is better than who. I can't stand fake people! And I wasn't just talking about my family before. Those comments relate to people from my church as well. Do people even realize that our nation is fighting a war, a quite pointless, stupid, and resulting in nothing war, but the men from this country are out there fighting for us! People all around me have it so easy, and I do as well. I just wish something could open the eyes of the people around me so that they can see the big picture.
Anyways, not that that is out of my system, Christmas breaks is amazing. I've been reading quite a bit lately, something I haven't had time to do since school started. My sister and I broke out the home videos last night. That was quite fun. OMG, and my parents are getting all mad about Katie and I staying up late. They made us go to bed at midnight last night. I hope no one else has parents like mine. They never have a legitimate reason for anything they tell me or my sister to do, and it's so annoying! But I still love 'em. I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. And don't take things for granted. | |||
Oh how I long to one day sit in a college class without the lingering sound of immaturity. With that being said, SENIOR PAPER IS OVER!!!!!!!! I felt like little Ralphie from A Christmas Story as I handed in my meager 15-page baby. The hard work and deep thought put into my paper, the belief that my paper was so much more than just a paper; it was a work of art, the smile that could not be wiped from my face as I handed in my precious work, the daydreams of Mr. Lightfoot/Luce being so awestruck after the reading of my paper and writing endless plusses after the letter A to represent how no grade could ever be good enough to put on my paper. Ralphie would be so proud. It was my belief that life would once again resume after senior paper was over. However, to my dismay, these coming two weeks are beginning to make senior paper look like nothing. This week alone I have tests in every single one of my college classes plus Anatomy. Then next week is finals week. My brain hurts just thinking about it. I suppose I better start studying now. God, people can be so stupid! | |||
Oh shizzle gizzem garr, today was fun and pointless, and fun. This is my advice: if you have the chance to sit with a retarded person at lunch, DO IT!!! and then after two weeks sit some place new so the retarded kid can't find you. Honestly, I really do enjoy eating lunch with someone who would otherwise be sitting by himself. Not only do I get the chance to make someone feel important, I also get to hear some insanely funny, and at times disturbing, stories. Today I learned that this kid once pole-danced in a pink dress. Now mind you, the definition of pole-dancing at today's lunch table was "a traditional Indian ritual of artistic bodily movements around a central point (hence the pole). (Indian Noises: hand moving away and towards mouth as an "aahh" sound is made) Two days ago I learned that this kid was out at the cemetery on Thanksgiving with two other boys. These boys were making fun of this kid, and so he found a gun and shot. He then drug the bodies into the forest and left them in a discrete location. After the recanting of this tale, myself and all others at the lunch table were sworn to not tell another soul. (Too bad my fingers were crossed as I took the oath of no telling.) Times like these make staying at school after fourth hour worth while. FYI, this kid is most certainly a pathological liar. Oh, and he's also retarded. Well, ACT tomorrow, singing at Mac's surprise party Sunday, senior paper due Monday, Avenue City Christmas play Tuesday, um, nothing Wednesday, and Christmas concert Thursday. It is my belief that after all previous events are complete, life shall once again be able to resume for me. As for now, I must go brush up on Geometry. This is Ron Burgundy; you stay classy.....world. ~Jen~ | |||
Just thought it was imperative that I mention that I really do not worship Gunther. You can stop your evangalizing and exorcising plans. Jennifer believes in God! Yeah God. P.S. Gunther rules! (Smoke alarm sounds. Jennifer makes a mad dash to the kitchen. ) I shall call this Twice-toasted Toasted Toast:
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