It's been months.

WHAT'S UP, MY LOVELY MONSTERS!? It's been like..3 months. Long time, no see. A lot has happened in 3 months. Failing grades, boyfriends and broken promises. Ah, yes, yes. Quite, quite. Anywhore, this post, like many of my others, will be completely pointless. :D

So I thought I'd start out by saying that I hate people. I hate liars, cheaters, and just general douchebags. That being said, there's one person that I met and absolutely adore. He's not like the rest and might just be changing my outlook on people. His name's Carlos, and yeah. I don't usually write posts about like..sappy stuff because I feel like if things change, I won't want to go back and change the original post. So, I generally stray from being sappy. Sometimes. But with Carlos, it honestly feels permanent this time. Which is why I take great honor in writing about him. He's difficult to write about because he's always changing, always different. In the best of ways, of course. Plus, he's extremely romantic and super cheesy. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me. And, as things get more serious, I'll dedicate entire posts to him.

Moving on, shall we? I was threatened a while back to be kicked out of my house for being lazy and having bad grades, and not appreciating anything. ｡◕ ‿ ◕｡ (apparently) So, I went down to the courthouse and they give her the papers to kick me out, and the rundown on where I'd go. But then she "lost" the papers, so I got to stay. So there's that.

Next topic~!~!~! ╮(─▽─)╭ School? Lolnoimawizard. Still waiting on my Hogwarts letter. -dramatic sigh- I have nothing else to blog about. <___> Um. Pffff. So I guess I'll end this post here. Until next time, stay gorgeous my lovely monsters. Adieu.

School is back, and it is whack!

Jenn here, and let me just say, I have the worst case of senioritis out of anybody in my class. But yass, hell has started again, and I'M SORRY I DIDN'T POST. Mama loves you all. ;~; -grovels in my self-loathing- ugh anyway. -flips hair- Not much happened over the summer. I was dumped. Horribly. My ex admitted to having been cheating on me for a long time. Thoughts of suicide came and went, and eventually, I moved on. I've made lots of wonderful, wonderful friends so far this year. There's Bailey (hope I spelled that right), and Tasha (I'm pretty sure I fucked that up, too.). They're both, like, the coolest freshman chicks around. Legit. BEFORE I FORGET. AHEM. I am officially Senpai now. YOU MUST ALL BOW BEFORE ME. Loljk. I'm such a twat. Mmmmmk, moving on. Band is.. -sigh- different. I know I complained a lot about it before, but it's really gone to shit now. My favorite teacher in the whole wide world is gone, and the other band teacher is on his man period about it. It's fucking psychotic. I hate being in his upper-fucking-class band. I'm not good enough. Like, I'm not even putting myself down. Speaking professionally here, I'm not advanced enough on the Saxophone to be any good. I tried reading their music, and I just..couldn't. Everyone else seemed to be doing just fine, but me. I really feel out of place. It's honestly giving me more anxiety than it should. Band is supposed to be fun. It's not. But I'm gonna move on before I go into a fit of rage and/or start sobbing hysterically.

I guess I should start thinking about college. And that really fucking scares me. My GPA is shit, though my ACT was pretty good. I wanted to go somewhere overseas, like in London or Milan. But no other colleges will accept me. So I'm probably gonna be stuck going to WKU. :I Which is too close to my parents. OHMYGOD THIS BLOG POST IS BORING AS FUCK. Ugh, the next paragraph will be better.

LOOOLOLOL I LIED. -devious smile- >:D I forgot. >.> I turned 17 over the summer! YAY -sparklers and fireworks and shit- Speaking of fireworks. xD I was almost arrested. Again. I'LL EXPLAIN AFTER I EXPLAIN MY BIRTHDAY FIASCO. okok. So, it's the morning of, and I wake up all happy and shit. Run downstairs and see what my grandma and her friend had planned. (note: we had driven up to Missouri the night before) Without batting an eyelid, my grandma goes: "Well, we're going thrift-shopping. You can come if you want." ... bitch, wut? I honestly hoped it was some kind of joke and she had a surprise planned. Nope. Nothing. Oh, she got me a glass from a thrift shop and let me pick lunch. (but I couldn't spend more than 5 dollars) Great fucking day, eh? Oh, but it gets better. When picking out my cake, she made me get the most fucking dinky looking thing. It was one of those small-ass breakup cakes. Y'know, the ones you eat out of regret. Ugh. Anyway. On to me almost being arrested.

It was the fourth of July, and I had Lauren over so we could get sparklers and shit. We'd gone to one of those little firework stands, and they turned us down because neither of us was 18. (wtf?) Anyway, we'd finally gotten our hands on poppers and sparklers. So, Lauren parked in the mall parking lot. Mistake one. (I'm banned from the premises, you see. To know why, go back a few posts.) As we were throwing the poppers, a mall cop did his rounds. Naturally, I almost shit myself. I had to basically hide my face against her car window so I wouldn't be seen. After we escaped, we still had an ass-ton of sparklers, so I suggested we light them in the parking lot next to the park in my neighborhood. Mistake two-ish? Just as we were finishing, this old cunt lady came out of her house and gave us a long lecture about how dangerous sparklers are and that someone's garage caught fire a while back. Me and Lauren just stood there, like, "Fuck off, bitch." She threatened to call the cops on us. So, me being a dick, when she turned to walk away, I pull out my lighter and ignite a flame, just staring at her like a fucking weirdo. Then she turned around, and I bitched out. Ahem. But anyway. Yeah, it was complete and utter bullshit.

I THINK I'M GONNA END THIS POST HERE. Maybe I'll get Nick or Doug Dimmadome to post. Nick doesn't have a life, so he'll defs be able to. And, because I'm going to make someone read this at the lunch table... NICK SOUNDS LIKE AN ASIAN GIRL WHEN HE SCREAMS. Okay, that's enough of me being a dick. I really want to keep all my friends this year. Until next time, stay beautiful, my lovely monsters.

Too bored not to post.

Ugh, Jenn here. Sadly. A few events have played out since summer started. Abbie texted me saying, "blah blah blah, that's slander and I'll...do somethin' with the law. BE AFRAID. Texts and posts...somethin'..." I dunno, I deleted the text. xD I honestly don't give a fuck. Honey, it's only slander if I'm spreading lies. That was my opinion of you. I have freedom of speech. You think you know laws and regulations, but honey, I have a lot of people in my family that know the law better than you. What I said was completely legal, so I'm not gonna change it or take it down. ^^ And another thing, if you text me again, that is considered harassment, and I will take legal actions. c: I can't wait to get a text anyway with another explanation on how I'll get in trouble. Oh, what fun. :D  And in case you're wondering, no, this is not cyberbullying. I'm not being rude, simply defending myself. -waves my hand- But go ahead and report me anyway. Enjoy the picture of this angry Chihuahua.

Anywhooo. The day after school let out, I went to Holiday World, then to the hospital. HARDCOREEEE. But yeah, I was in musculoskeletal distress and was suffering from dehydration. So I was admitted for a few hours. I'm still in pain and have a badass sunburn. WOOHOO FOR SKIN CANCER <3 But srsly. I'm just sittin' at my aunt's house playing PC games while everyone's at work. Speaking of, I have a few you guys, my readers, should check out. c: Which is the first one. Like..it's called Which. The next one is Hotel 626. There's also one called Asylum 626, but I dunno if they're similar. I've only played Asylum 626. Don't play it if you've recently eaten, or plan to eat soon after. ._. And Hotel 626 is only able to be played between the hours of 6pm and 6am. Though you can easily bypass it by changing the time on your laptop/computer. But yes, that concludes my post for today.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH

Gamer guy here, And summer is fucking boring. Summer is cool and all, no school yay! Not so cool when your a guy who has no one that lives around him and an overprotective mom. I asked my mother if she could take me to the local hobby shop and she went crazy. She thought some one would kidnap me, and made me take food in case I got hungry. Anyways, summer is boring so I decided to post on this blog. I know Jenn won't for like...... 4 birrion years. I ENTER ROTTERY AND WIN FOUR MIRRION DORRAR! Aren't racist jokes just great :D! Anyways that was my post, and this is actually the rongest one I've ever done. AMAZING SUGOI! anyways, see ya.

Dude, I have a rad-ass bruise.

Jenn here, in case you couldn't tell by the title. And yeah, I have a bruise because of me being violent yesterday in band class. Nick might remember, but probably not. Yee, I was being an ass to my Tenor Sax mate, John (major faggot, by the way; hate him), and he'd done something to piss me off. So, I raised my hand to stike him once again, but he moved his Tenor Sax in the way and I brought my wrist right down on the hard metal keys, resulting in massive shooting pain. To put it into perspective, imagine karate chopping a beehive and all the little bees start attacking your wrist with little kisses. OF DEATH. Yes, it actually hurts like a bitch. But I suppose it's fair considering I clawed John so hard, he started to bleed and came into class yesterday with the scratch scabbed over. Though he insisted it didn't hurt. So. Half-karma? Whatever, the little fuck deserved it. Ain't no one gonna piss me off and get away with it. -z snap-

We are proud people. With no fuckin' shame. Jesus. I swear, the good people are the music kids or art kids. And even some of the art kids are assholes. Well, one of them is. *ahem* Anyway, from my experience (since early 6th grade), band kids are the most humble and funny. Except the clarinets. For some reason, they're all girls, and all of them are either whores, sluts, or bitches. And I know three of the flutes are; with that one instrument..uh..what's it called? OBOE. Jesus. Anyway, yeah, the oboe player is a complete cunt. I guess I should say my friends are humble. All of the brass is sweet, except for Abbie. We got ourselves another cunt. But the rest of them are so sweet. ｡◕ ‿ ◕｡ (watch me get called out by someone *ahem* for calling Abbie a rude name. poor baby, you'll be alright.) Moving on~!

TODAY'S THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. -screams- I said it up tharr somewhere but AAAAAH. I'M ALMOST A SENIOR. Guys. Guys. I'll remember you all. JK, I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE. Omg, guys, I've been working on my speech for graduation when I'm a senior. Ready? Of course you are. *ahem* "I'd like to thank everyone that got me here. Netflix, YouTube, and Wikepedia. Thank you. And furthermore, -points at random people- fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, fuck you, blow me, fuck you. I'm out. -drops microphone-" Such a kawaii speech. ｡◕ ‿ ◕｡ Tiem to add a picture and say adieu for a long, long time. Jeez, yeah, this is goodbye. Unless Nick keeps up the blog, it'll all be history. It was fun posting for you all, and hey, as I said, I might post again. But until then, this is indeed farewell.

Until we meet again, stay gorgeous, my lovely weirdos. I love you all so much. Adieu.~

Tests out the ass.

ASDFGHJKL;'. Jenn here. And, yee. I have a lot of fucking tests. They're like regular tests. But fucking. ...butt...butt fucking. NO OKAY. I'm weird and probably high right now. Yep..yep, definitely high right now. That should make passing at least one of my tests easy. UWAH MOEEE, TOMORROW'S THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. WEUUUUH. I'LL BE A SENIOR. Fuck yeah. I've waited for this since the first day of freshman year. I'm ready to get the fuck out of here! UK, here comes Mama Jenn~! >:D -insert happy disco music- UNCE UNCE UNCE UNCE. But yee, Nick's also gonna post today, coz I'm gonna remind him every ten minutes, and blow up his phone. ಥ⌣ಥ NICK. NICKNICKNICKNICKNICK. POST ON THE BLOG TODAY, K? KTHXBYE! -screams and flails around- But yeah, I just took my final in computer apps and got an 822 out of 620. I PASSED. COMPUTER APPS, SUCK MY DICK. Okay, first test: passed. Not that I'm surprised. Hurhurhurhur. It's English I'm worried about. So, I'm gonna end this post here and go study. UNTIL TOMORROWWWW, stay beautiful, my lovely weirdos. Adieu.~

Jazziness

Well here's another blog post from Doug Dimmadome. Sorry I haven't posted lately. Been busy yknow watching netflix and all dat jazz. If any of you have a tumblr you could follow me at ionlyfollowlegendaryblogs.tumblr.com
I just watched the sitter and holy fuck that's a good movie.
I've been watching Angelic Layer.
It's about these dolls that you control with your mind and you make them battle.
And that's about all I've done recently.
I'm about to size up to 0s.
Kinda scared about that.

You're Fired.

Jenn here. c: NICK, YOU'RE FIRED FROM THE BLOG. Just kidding. But you need to post, you little shit. I can't keep reminding you because I have Lauren to remind. And I forget to remind her. Remind me to remind her not to forget to tell me to not forget to remember. Wait wut. ._." Yee. Anyway, guess it's just me for now and over the summer. JKLOL. I'm not posting over the summer unless I have to. Honestly, I dunno if I'll post much after school's back in session, either. Senior year will be hectic, but I'll try to. Nick will be able to, coz he'll be a lil sophomore. AWW, SUCH A WITTLE BABY~! So kawaii!! SUGOI, SUGOI. (watch that mean something incredibly racist) Two days of school left and they're just final testing days. I finally have my grade up enough in English to take the final and have something to fall back on. (it's a 64, so that leaves a little wiggle room on the final) And my final grade in Physics is a 60. LOL. DID I TELL YOU THAT MY PHYSICS TEACHER WAS FIRED? LOOOOOL. I'm gonna tell you again. Because it's fucking glorious. Someone took a picture of him flipping off a student. Everyone but the administrators knows that it was taken out of context. But Idgaf, and I'm not  gonna correct them. He hates me, makes me feel stupid, and even called me an idiot. That's another story, omg.

We were sitting in class and I noticed the smell of gasoline. (the other students noticed, too.) I was afraid that if I kept inhailing it, something would happen with my brain and whatnot. Because generally sniffing gas isn't cool unless you're a hardcore druggie. Anyway, I was a bit worried, so I asked the teacher, "Is anything going to happen to my brain or brain cells if I keep inhaling all this gasoline? I don't think it's safe." and without batting an eyelid, he goes, "I doubt you could lose many more brain cells." Everyone in the class kind of..froze and looked at me like, "Damn, girl, say something!" I just stood there processing the fact that he basically called me braindead. I can understand if I'd been a smartass, or was rude about it, but um. I was genuinely curious. He treats me like a fucking moron just because I'm failing his class. News flash, giraffe-looking asshole, grades don't measure intelligence. -z snaps dramatically- But moving on.

Friday, the fire alarms kept going off. They went off four times during second period, six times during third, and I don't think any during fourth. Still, ten times in one day is a lot. It scared me shitless everytime and Nick couldn't get over it. xDD He was like, "JENN. YOU'RE MORE MANLY THAN ME, WTF." Well, that may be true, but, -curls in a ball, screaming- LOUD NOISES MAKE JENN SAD. ;~; The last time one of them went off, he looked at me and went, "Jeez, just look at me next time they go off." I wanted to yell at him. "THE FUCK'S THAT GONNA DO?" But I kind of just nodded. o__o I was still in shock. I just had an idea. To get fire alarms to be more effective, play Justin Bieber music. Shit, that'll get me out of the building in two seconds flat. Not to mention scare me more than it already does. ( 　ﾟ,_ゝﾟ) 

I'm gonna end this post here. After I add a picture of some sort.

AHHH GUYS. My substitute saw that picture, and came up behind me saying, "Awww, cute!" I blushed really hard, hoping she didn't read anything else because omg. The curse words. x.x But yee, that's the face I make when I walk into Physics now. xD Yes. I also turn into a dog. Because why not? Well, I'm gonna end this post here before my subsitute comes around again and reads this. Until next time, stay beautiful, my lovely weirdos. Adeiu.~