Where did my readers go? :c

Okay guys. I miss you all. This blog was actually to just vent my feelings because...well, yolo. Then, I changed it to be about my everyday life. Y'know. I stopped being all formal and creepy. Stopped posting my writing pieces. And I made a few people happy in doing so, but it always makes me sad to see the little graph of activity everytime I log in. I had one high peak of activity and now..it's like I'm talking to myself. It makes me angry when I look at my friend Monica's blog. Hers is so popular. She wouldn't have even made a blog if I didn't show her mine first. But I can't be like her. So happy, kawaii, and shit. Keeping up with this blog regularly is a task in and of itself. Can't disappoint the readers I don't have. Aw, look at me being all cheery and shit today. I can't wait to log on in a month and see that my views have still been flatlining. Welp. I guess this is goodbye for now. Stay beautiful.

Another new iPhone?

What. The. Fuck? Okay LOL. Nice way to start a blog post, right? Anyway, sorry it's been a while. Don't really get on my laptop anymore. I'm usually on my phone. So, lot's of stuff has been going on. Mostly bad. Same 'ole same 'ole. Boy issues, girl issues. Stuff with suicide, and yadda yadda. But yeah, as you can tell from the title, there's a new iPhone coming out. Two actually. The iPhone 5s and the iPhone...c? Idk, the iPhone c comes in colors, and the iPhone 5s is like...faster and shit. Jesus. How many months has it been since the iPhone 5 was released? Not very many. Like damn. Stop with the new shit. God damn. Even Android doesn't release new versions of shit that fast. But in other news, my lovelife has gone downhill. LOL. Who'd'a known? Oh yeah. I'd'a known. -sighs- I honestly don't care anymore. I need to focus on school. [laaaaaaame] Ok. I gotta pee. Like, really bad. And I just realized that my views have gone down on my blog. Sad day. I'll probably start posting some snippits of my writing to attract my old audience back. Can't post much of it due to theft. And I'll have my old co-writer, Cuppi, back. Along with my brother, Kryysler. So yeah. c: I'ma go. I'll prolly post sometime later this week when I make myself get on my laptop. I love whoever still reads this. c: I promise it won't be in vain. Things will shortly turn around! <3 Goodbye for now, lovelies. Stay fabulous.

And once again, I'm freezing.

Typing in a dark classroom sucks ass. So, I'm writing this before the teacher comes in and tells us what to do for today. Guess we have an assignment. Sorry if this blog post is shorter than my ex in bed. [very short. jk, I'm a virgin xD] OKAYYYYY~ Let's get this party started. My grandma made me take out my lip piercing. ._." And she took my phone. BUT WAIT. The best part is, she hid it where I could see it. xD In her jewelry drawr. Um. I check in there for pencils every morning, fucktard. Oh shit. I just remembered that I promised some kid I'd get him some tenor saxophone reeds but I keep forgetting. Well, no. Technically, my grandma wasn't home until the music store was closed. So he can't be mad. Little prepubescent lemur. School is actually going pretty okay. The only class I really dread now is Spanish. Okay, one, I don't like starting my day speaking fucking Taco Bell. Two, the teacher is annoying as fuck. Three, I wanted to learn Chinese. But the school no longer offers it because "Chinese culture is too different from ours." ...Who gives a fuck? I mean, damn. I think another reason was because the teacher was actually from China, so she didn't know our bad words. The kids would teach her, and she would walk around school saying stuff like, "shit, bitch." and "move, slut." because apparently the students said it was a term of affection. Maybe towards boys it is. [LOL.] And she taught her students to swear in Chinese. Like, chao-nee-ma somba means "fuck you, bitch." [Idk if I spelled the Chinese part right.] I was wrong about having an assignment today. o. o We're just dicking around on the computers. I GOT WAY OFF TOPIC. Four, the Spanish teacher is fucking annoying. She speaks to us in Spanish like she fucking expects us to understand. Like, bitch, just because you repeat it slowly doesn't mean I'm gonna understand. I don't want to learn Spanish. And apparently my school doesn't offer French anymore, either. What. The. Fuck!? The French saved our asses many times before, so it's only fair to repay them by learning their language. Their reasonings for getting rid of it are, "Oh, there are many more Spanish immigrants." Then nigga, do something about it. I'm not racist, I promise. But when it comes to world languages, if you give me a bullshit reason, I will diss your language, and everyone that speaks it. -z snap- Don't fuck with Jenn, mama. [mama, wtf? xD just felt like I needed a little...zest ;o] There I go getting distracted again. ._." Bros, it's been a while since I wrote a little poem on here. It's actually not mine, it's by a diceased rapper named Freddy E. So, get ready. Pop some popcorn if you wanna.

  "My pen blends the thoughts in my head.Sadly, these aren't the only sentences facing black men.They blame bad luck for lack of bucks with their hands outstretched.They're reaching for change but I only have common sense to lend, because, knowledge is priceless and being broke is the equivalence of ignorance.It's far from bliss, it's far from this.I TELL THEM TO LISTEN BUT THEY CAN'T AFFORD TO PAY ATTENTION.A nation's generation so caught up in affiliation, lost with no destinations, empty seats at graduations...Searching for patience feels like I'm searching for the man, in the red and white sweater and hat with the blue pants and glasses again...Damn, there I go getting distracted again.Bad habits and friends seem to mix like affection and gin, while bullets seem to be the only shots these niggas can bartend.And we're back in church and it's not even the weekend.Everything happens for a reason, I'm just praying God let's me see another four seasons.Yeah... and I'm praying for you, as I ridicule this fabricated truth among the youth thatsuccess is only found on a court or in a booth.As I sit and view this news of this suicidal genocidethat's got us scared of our own kind.They got one life lost to white lines and jail time.What good are the eyes if your mind is blind? What good is the message if you ignore the signs? You see... I'm just bringing all the facts in.My words are like a chemical compound, I'm just trying to get a reaction."

Ignore the typos. I copy-pasted and everytime I tried to fix it, blogger fucked up. :I But yeah, I love this spoken word. And I loved Freddy E. dearly. This moved me beyond words. Moving on, I guess I'll end this post here. Tengo que irme, lovelies! [I have to go, lovelies!] Love you guys~ Stay beautiful.

I'm fucking retarded.

LOL. You know it's gonn be a good post with a title like that. So yeah. I'm freezing my tits off. And not in a sexual way. Well maybe a little. How's it going, fuckers? [love you guys ; - ;]  My grandma decided to take my phone out of service because I was up all night. xD And I got my lip pierced. By my friend. ._. It didn't hurt, actually. But it fucking hurts now. Maybe coz the bar is too small and my lip is swollen. Nothing else to talk about really. I'm hungry. Like always. xD This is the second time I've mentioned being hungry in a blog post. o. o LOLWAITBROS. Okay, so in Algebra today, the teacher was like, "So what can we conclude from matricees?" and it got really quiet, and I said "That math freaking sucks ass." really loud by accident. The teacher looks at me like I said the n-word and there was about ten seconds of silence before everyone in the class bursted into laughter. If if wasn't for the laughter, I probably woulda gotten detention. ._." #BADASS. -puts sunglasses on- Fuck yea. Guys. I'm sick. Like, horribly, horribly sick. And I know I probably won't get better. I think the sickness is known to be uh...it's called...what was it...? OH. Love. Lovesick. That's it. -barfs- Wait, I mean, I'm sick in the way of like...not wanting love. I'm confusing myself... -facepalm- Whatever. MOVING ON. I just realized how much I use caps in my posts. FUCK YEAHHHHH. FEEL MY WRATH. I GOT MY CAPS LOCK ON. BRING IT, NIGGA. Ok no. White girl swag. [I'm using that ironically, so chill your tits. >.>] The sad thing is, sometimes I'm not using it ironically. Like, it just becomes a habit. I really hope I'm not like those SwagFag idiots I see running around my school like "YOLO" and shit. Oh god. I'm turing into one of them. END IT NOW. Drama bombbbbb~! [ten points if you get the reference] This post is just a big bunch of nothing-ness-bullshit. c: Enjoy it. I'm posting it anyway coz yeah. YOLO. Shit. Not again. ._." OW I POPPED MY FUCKING ELBOW. MOM! CALL 911!...Wtf am I on? I'm like a squirrel on crack. WEUH. FUCK YEAH. How many times have I said fuck yeah in this one post? Uh I think that's three. o.o FUCK YEAH. Four. xD That's a new record. Man, I wish I didn't have to play in band. Though, it's not as bad as I thought. OH BEFORE I FORGET. I've wanted to do this for some time. Five things that are a turn-off about men. [for me] 1: Only calling late at night. Men only want one thing to begin with, but you should at least pretend you're interested in her daily life as well as what may come after dark. That's basically my number one thing. xD 2: Poor hygeine. Like, god damn. OKAY, I'M ALMOST OUT OF TIME. 3: Making excuses to not let me see you. Like, giving me BS reasons why I can't talk over Skype on a video call. Do you think I'm that shallow that I only wanna see your face? I'm not. So get over it. Let me see you. Jesus. Pansy-ass-motherfuckers. NUMBER 4: Making plans, and not following through. Last but not least 5: Liars. OKOKOK, TIMES UP. BYEBYE.

WASSAP.

Heyoo. So, sorry if there's a lot of typos. I'm typing in a dark classroom. xD Gaiz. I've gotta tell you a secret fear. So, y'know how I talked about Jase and shit? Yeah, ok. So, he really looks like this guy in my school. Like really looks like him. But he doesn't sound the same. A part of me thinks it's him. But there's two dilemmas. And two answers for them. Okay, number 1: Jase has a California area code. However, I've met people in the state with out-of-state area codes. Number 2: The guy in my school could just be changing his voice when he talks to me. Number 3: I'm really suspicious because everyday when I walk into algebra, him and this girl look at each other, then at me, and smile. I dunno what to do. Like, I'm not embarrassed because of what me and Jase do on the phone. He's just as much of a pervert as me. But see, I'm just afraid the wrong people are gonna find out. I dunno. If I find out Jase is actually the boy at my school, heads -and balls- will roll. Before I kill anybody, I'm gonna go look up pictures to post here. -.-"


Sooooo~ I just found out I can comment beside my pictures. xD Herp derp. I gotta piss. OHWAIT. THAT REMINDS ME. I was given a two hour talk about sex and why it's bad to do it before marriage. [LOL. pissing reminds me of sex? xD W-T-F. kinky shit ;o] And literally, the only two reasons I'm still a virgin are: I don't want to get pregnant or get STD's, and I want my first time to be special. 'Coz..you know...you're giving away the one most private thing about you. And once you give it up, that person will have a part of you forever. Even when you're married, your husband won't get all of you. All because of one mistake before marriage. Plus, if you get pregnant.. e.e I just really hate kids.

CUTE, EH ESE!?!? Okay. xD Now I'm in an okay mood. Until tomorrow when I see those two again. Oh jeez. So, I have three packets for homework. One Spanish that's like 10 pages, and two for Algebra 2 that are like...really long. ANYWAY. I'm just gonna make this blog about my life and shit. Apparently me grandma and a friend went to Lexington, then to Owensboro to look at group homes for me because they're "sick of my shit." Translation: I sleep all day, and stay up all night on the computer. -dramatically fans myself- Oh shit, I'm out of control! Meanwhile, in another part of America, teens my age are pregnant, getting high, or partying. But somehow, I'm a bad teen. LOLOK. Bitch. [this is turning out to be more of a rant. xD]

BUNNAY. Okokokokok, it's almost time to go already. And I don't think I have very many typos. WOOWOO FOR ME. I'ma go back to being a paranoid parrot. Mmmmmmmk~ God damn I don't wanna go to band. FML. 7 minutes. ; A ; I really gotta pee. xD OH GOD. 6 minutes. D; Fuck that. I'm skipping. [I'm not skipping] The bell usually rings early, so I'ma end this post here with one last thing to say... 5 MINUTES. D; Just kidding. xD I love you guys. Adeau~ <3

Uhhh...?

Couldn't think of a title. :B BRO. BRO. OMG. xD My phone started buzzing in class today. Like, usually it's no big deal, it's just like "oh I'm a phone, jingle, jingle, vibrate" but we were taking a test. ._." so it was all like "FUS RO DAH MADAFAKA." and the teacher was just like "-rolls eyes- wtf. turn it off" THANK GOD I'M TEACHER'S PET. .///o///. Anywhoreeeee. I'm hungry. I'm always hungry. xD -le fatass- I'm also apparently a loser. Whatever. KAWAII DESU MOTHERFUCKER.

It's been a while since I've put a picture in one of my blogs. c: I SHALL GO GET MORE.

YEAUH MADAFAKA. Ok. I've gotta run. Sword class is ending soon and I have shit to do. xD I LOVE YOU GAIZ. BAIBAI.

Hey, Faggots.

WASSAAAAAAAAAP. I gotta pee. LOLOL. Sooo, I finished my digital driver's license. [I'm so retarded, I thought it was like an online permit or whatever. it's about internet safety. -.-"] I have nothing to do at the moment in my class. FREE PERIOD? No, I'm not that lucky. ;c Speaking of being unlucky, wtf is with my relationship status? Technically I'm single. But there's one boy I fool around with. He calls me "babe" and "hun" and "baby girl" but I'm so confused. He says he doesn't want to hurt anyone by dating me, yet he treats me like his girlfriend. I dunno. Do I have the balls to ask him to be my boyfriend? Nope. Prolly not. Ah, well. T'was better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all. [deep shit right there] Waitwaitwait. Hold the fuck up. -z snaps- It's the boy's job to ask the girl out. I'm staying with that. If he asks me out, cool. If not, I'm moving on. Tho it's kinda hard when we makeout and shit. .///o///. TMI? Idgaf, you're my readers. DEAL WITH IT. Pls.
; - ; OKAY, I'M OUT OF TIME. ADEAU, MY LOVELIES. <3

I fail.

HELLOOOOO MY LOVELIES. I went a weekend without posting. OMFG. -smartass- Hokaii. So, I got in trouble again [didn't see that coming -sarcasm-] for waking my grandma up at like 3 in the morning. xD Not my fault I'm nocturnal. [maybe it is. idgaf] My weekend was going swell. Until Friday. I lost my best friend, because apparently, I'm "fake". LOLokay. I let my boyfriend call her a name, and told her boyfriend that she eats my food without asking. LOLOL. I'm sooo fake. Since she knew my boyfriend insulted her, and since she knew what I told her boyfriend was true, that makes me fake. Sorry if you can't keep up. xD She hates me and I'm just here like "K. Idgaf. I never liked you anyway. -snort-" OHMYGOD. You'll never guess wtf I did this lovely Monday morning. xDD [srsly. you'll never guess.] I'll give you a moment.
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DID YOU GUESS!?!? I fell off the bus. xD I was walking too fast, and for a split second, I thought, "Oh, this won't end well." but I was too late. My foot missed the step-up and I scraped my hand and did a barrel roll, hitting my head on the concrete. My phone flew out of my hand and the case fell off. xD It all happened in slow motion, but I couldn't stop it. Whatevs. I didn't even blush. Though I did wanna flip off the people laughing. Oh, I didn't realize you've never fallen in pubic. Bitch, please. Welp, my class is almost over. So, adeau. <3

The new Blog Partner!

-drum roll- I promised you lovelies a while back that I was adding a partner to my blog. Well, here she is, my best friend and new writer, CUPPI-CHAN! I love her dearly, and I'm honored to have her sweet kawaii-style spice up my blog. I interviewed her just now and this is how it went:


Jenn: Okay, ready for da interview part? ;o
Cuppi: o rai nao
Cuppi: okai
Jenn: -clears throat- Ahem.
Jenn: Haiii, Cuppi.
Jenn: c:
Cuppi: -casually sips a cup of tea- Hello there. ^-^
Jenn: What new ideas can you bring to my blog?
Cuppi: 100% kawaiiness~
Jenn: Exactly what we need. :D
Cuppi: lol yes honey.
Jenn: And do you think you're qualified to write with me? [hope that doesn't sound rude e.e]
Cuppi: I think so.....and if not I'll just fill the gaps with pictures. c:
Jenn: Smart. I haven't used pictures yet. What sorts of things will you talk about in your posts?
Cuppi: Well I'm not really sure what you're fans are into (like I know mine are into kawaii) but once I find out, I'll make my post revolve around that! ^-^
Jenn: I can't wait to start writing with you! Anything you would like to add?
Cuppi: Happy to be workin with you guuuuuurl~!

I know you gaiz will love her because I do. c: She's gonna do a lil intro that I'll put beneath the pictures. :D

I jinxed myself. Goddammit.

WARNING: THIS IS A SERIOUS POST. NOTHING FUNNY HERE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
So...turns out Mr.Cecil, the worst of the two band teachers, went. To. The. Office. About me not playing in band. Apparently he doesn't want me to be a librarian. Whoopdie-fucking-doo. So, instead of letting me play a regular saxophone, that nigga switched me to tenor saxophone. I tried that last year. That fucking thing is bigger than me. The first time I played it, I went home crying. It was so bulky and it couldn't fit in my lap. Everyone was glaring at me because I would accidentally hit them with the bell of the saxophone. I felt so belittled. I don't think I can stand a whole year of this hell. I'm gonna fucking skip everytime I get the chance. I hope I get suspended, or, like, kicked out of band. That's how much I fucking despise it. It wouldn't be so bad if I could play something else. OH HOLD THE FUCK UP. Here's the fucked up part. I even told my teacher that I had a flute at home I could bring, and just play that. He said, "Oh no, we have too many flutes." NIGGA, SO FUCKING WHAT? I'm ending this post before I break my brand new laptop. Adeau, my lovelies.

It's Monday Again!

Whoooo! But not really. I mean, it's not as bad as other Mondays. Yet. -knocks on wood- I dunno if I can blog at school, but idgaf. #BADASS. I started this post yesterday, but my teacher sat beside me the whole time. Talk about awkward. ._." I ALMOST FORGOT. Today's Tuesday now. xD This week is going so slow. School sucks. LOL WAIT. I just went on a rant on a school website about how pointless Algebra is. So, it turns out that Mr.Porter is the more understanding of my two band teachers. Instead of making me start a new instrument, he just said I could be the librarian. Basically I organize music, pass out music, or clean the band room. I don't really do anything. Guess you could say I have a free period. -victory dance- FREE PERIOD ALL YEAR, NIGGA. Fuck yea. Well, for the semester. I doubt the other band teacher will like this little arrangement. xD He's kind of a dickface. Like, no. OHOHOHOHOH. I got a new laptop. It's fucking gorgeous. <33333333 It's bright red, with a red keyboard. <3333 [red is my favorite color. it's the color of evil. like, the old-time queens, the badasses, they all wore red. ANYWHORE.] Uhuhuhuhuh. I came up with a way to dump my boyfriend of seven months. It's really sad that we got this far, but really, I won't miss him. The flame we shared dimmed and burned out many months ago. Even before I met Jase. So, I guess I'm technically single. Welp. This sucks donkey balls. Though this gives me time to focus on school. LOLOLOLOL OMG NO. That was a bad joke. x'D But seriously, being single gives me more free time to work on the MANY novel projects I'm doing. Currently, I'm on the second novel in my "Misunderstanding" series and on the first novel in my "New American Serial Killers" series. The artist for my novels has sort of...resigned. Well, we don't have classes together, and we just kind of...drifted apart. I guess this is an advertisement. xD ANYONE WHO CAN DRAW. I NEED YOU. I SHALL SHARE ALL THE FAME AND GLORY OF BEING FAMOUS. If push comes to shove, I just won't illustrate it at all. I guess I'll need a photographer at the least, though. -groans- Well shit. This post got serious. Like damn. FADADADADADA. Happiness and kittens and rainbows and shit. Well maybe not shit. xD BUT THE OTHER STUFF. Mmk. I gotta end this post here, my lovelies. Class is dismissing soon and I gotta go be a librarian. -puts my hair in a bun, puts on a beige oversized cardigan, and large glasses- SHHH. YOU NO TALK HEAAA. HOKAI. -snorts- Okay, byebye. [DON'T HATE ME IF I DON'T POST TOMORROW]

6 Months Later

HELLOOOO MY LITTLE LOVE BUGS. Okai. I know I have some explaining to do. .___. I've been busy. Started junior year. [FUCK YEAH] LOLOL. I'm writing this from school actually. So. I'll prolly get in trouble for saying fuck. xD AYE. FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK. Mmk. #Badass. Ok no. xD I'm SIXTEEN NOW. One year closer to voting and cigarettes. Woo. The internet at my house is currently down, so I'll probably only be able to post from school. e.e OH WAIT. I got a new name on IMVU. However, I'm not going to reveal it to you, seeing as my account has been hacked so many times. I will still be doing "Fashion Fridays", but I will be a bit more discreet. [like the CIA maddafaka] Let's see. Uhuhuh, I've been in relationships. I was in one with my best guy friend in the entire world. It lasted for almost a month. Until he got bored of me and cheated. -sighs- Am I stupid for still being his friend? I guess...I guess I was in love with our friendship. I just couldn't bear to lose him. Kry knew things about me no one else did. But no more sadness, I've moved on. I'm now with someone named Jase. Well. Technically he's not mine. It was sort of a love-triangle thing. Another girl likes him, so he didn't get with either of us. How sweet, right? But it's obvi he loves me more. Like...you should hear our phone conversations. Literally, I'm up from 2 A.M until I get up for school at 6. It makes my grandma so mad. [LOL. She even took my phone away for like a day. xD So hardcore, granny.] Uhhh, I've written one full novel, begun the second one, and began a completely new series based off of me and Jase's relationship. [he asked me to. god, he's so cute. OKOKOK. back on topic] I'm dropping out of band. Ugh. Finally. It was SO boring. And apparently at school now, everyone has to make a journal entry everyday on a school-monitored website. That's what made me come back here and post. I didn't want to say bad words. BUT HERE, I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASSHOLE. FUCK SHIT CUNT BITCH SLUT WHORE. God, that felt good. LOLOL. You guys. I love you guys. My loyal readers. I PROMISE. I WILL TRY TO BLOG MORE OFTEN. I'm done with my ILP shit for my SWORD class, so I'll prolly blog erryday unless the shithead teacher makes me do some stupid shit. I really missed saying bad words. ; - ; Hokai. I've got about 8 minutes left. LET'S MAKE THIS SHIT SPARKLE. [lolwut]

V-Day Bullshit.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY. Just kidding. Fuck V-Day. [lololol, I bet you're thinking 'DAYUM who shat in her cereal?'] This is gonna be a serious post, because love is a serious subject. Excuse my usual outbursts, because there won't be any. Now. I'm the type of girl who always gives relationship advice. I'm always thanked for my 'amazing' suggestions and warnings. Yet, ironically, I'm the girl who is still single. I know I'm young, but I've seen more heartbreaks than most of my elders. I've had to help people out of life-or-death relationships, and I've helped people make ground-breaking desicions. Yeah. I sound awesome, huh? Well, not really. I've gotten myself into so much shit because of love. I've done stuff I'm not proud of. I've told other people to do stuff they're not proud of. I've made relationships, and I've broken relationships. And no matter how much I try to love others, it seems that my best just isn't good enough. I've had to talk people back from the edge of suicide...numerous times. Love is dangerous. I used to think that there was a thin line between the right way to love, and the wrong way. But as I've grown older, the lines between the two have blurred. Love can be a thrill, but with every thrill, there's failure. So now you know. Now you know what it's like to be me. I have so much weighing on my shoulders, yet I'm able to smile. This isn't supposed to be a depressing post. This is supposed to encourage you. Look at how much shit I've been through. And you know what? I'm turning out okay. [I know I seem demented at times, but stfu. .o.] Don't give up. Don't ever give up. Keep your body un-scarred. There is a reason you're alive. Don't hurt yourself for love. I may not know who is reading this, but I love you. If no one else seems to, I do. That's all you need; that one spark of hope. Please hold on. It gets better. And always remember......

I'm BAAAACK?!?

I know it's been a while. I'm home from Japan. [obvi] Sorry I didn't write. I KEPT FORGETTING. Soooo much bullshit has happened since we last spoke~ Jesus, it's been like, over a month. Damn. I got a boyfriend; dumped him [HE WAS A NO GOOD MOTHER FUCKER]; I started my second semester [AND I ALREADY HAVE AN F WTF]; aaaaaaand, um, OH YEA. I'm moving. Ask Cuppy all about it. xDD She's seen my house. [it does not look country -3-] So. Anyway. ._. I have nothing to put on here anymore. e.e I only created this to share my poetry. .o. BUT EY. Shit happens. [wtf am I saying? -_(\] I'll make another post after this one about V-Day and shit. And no more promises about writing here, but I will honestly try to. FAREWELL, MY LOVELIES! Stay beautiful. <3