I'm back. Again.

Hellur there, my lovelies. Long time, no post. What's goin' on? You..uh..you doin' good?

And that, ladies and gents, is my attempt at small-talk. (Man, I'm a loser, eh? Ehhhh?) So yeah, nothing to report here, except for the fact that my little brother won't be posting here like I originally thought. Because, yeah. (Really, he doesn't like responsibility. 'Lil snot.) A lot of stuff has passed since my last post which was... -trying to remember- ummm... before V-Day. That's now over and done. (Thank the lawd.) ALL THE SINGLE LADIES. If you like it then...er...-trying to remember, again- THIS IS BEYONCE, HOW DO I NOT KNOW? Somethin' about a ring. My precious? No, no, wrong thing. That's a movie. I dunno. But aaaaanyway, my stomach hurts. Like, really bad. Mmmmhm. Interesting, right? Make that shit front page news. Back on track, okay. Wait, we had a track? (Nope, this is all random. o3o) Oh my lawd, my stomach. Oh. Oh, no. I know this pain. ; ^ ; Hold onto your hats, it's lady week.   It just wouldn't be the same without a period reference. :'D (all my guy readers are probably like "wtf is this chick on?")

So, I'm sitting in class, all cool-like (meaning I'm nearly foaming at the mouth, wanting to go home), and I figured out that my teacher is non-chalantly (did I spell it right?) watching me type this. We're not supposed to be on this website and yeah. #badass #rule-breaker #yoloswag Oh my lawd, guys, I have the most mean/interesting thing to tell you about my life. (for the past, like, two weeks) This little freshman kid, not saying names, has been, like, following me around. He used to text me constantly, which, if you don't know me, really pisses me off. He had the biggest crush on me, but honestly, kid, I'm in a relationship. He thinks I like him, or some shit like that. Um, no. We can be friends. But you only like me because I "have big boobs"  Please, do me a favor, and chill out. You're starting to really get on my nerves. I don't need to be walked to class, I'm perfectly capable. (Damn, this is making me sound mean. ._. But daaamn, don't be so much like a woman.)

 Y'know what would suck? (there are a lot of perverted Jenn-like answers. xD) If this kid read all the shit I said about him. Well, damn. Take the hint, kid. But anywayyy. Today's Friday, and you know what that means! Oh. You don't? It means "Movie Night With Jase." (a.k.a my boyfriend) It's gonna be off da hooook. #swaggie My lawd I sound lame. Thank you to those of you who still read this shit. ._. I like saying shit. It's funny. Shit, shit, shit. Oh. Uh. I think the school has access to this blog. xD Which is even funnier. SHIT. SHIT. FUCK. FUCKETY. (Now, I might actually get in trouble for the f-word. Dunno why tho, it doesn't hurt anybody.) So, yeah, I'm gonna end this post here before my teacher wises up and sees the caps words. Adeau, my lovelies. Stay beautiful~

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