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.~

WTF ADMINS.

Jenn here. And uh. ADMINS, I TOLD ONE OF YOU TO POST. -flips table- (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ But anywayyyy. My gauges are infected. ouo Well, one of them is. The right one. Coz..I, uh, forced the gauge through and something tore. It's not a blowout; Lauren woulda told me. But it's bleeding and seeping puss. (Gross, I know. Gauges, wtf. W-T-F.) So, because of the pain in my right earlobe, I didn't sleep well last night, resulting in me being incredibly tired.

Moving on, my Comp Apps teacher just said we'll have 15 minutes to prepare. Um. For what? We were supposed to be working on a project these last few days, I think. Oops. Whatever; I hate projects anyway. I dunno. -yawn- In other news, I've managed to get my grades up to 60's. Well, the final grades. I still have a 58 in Physics. AND NOW ON TO MY FAVORITE TOPIC. Fucking with the gay guy. I actually didn't yesterday. xD I wanted to so damn bad. But I forgot that my grandma wouldn't be home, and instead my aunt came over to watch me for the next few days. So, out of politeness, I hung out with her until 7, and by that time, the gay guy was nowhere to be found. I'll give him a name to protect his identity. Bob. No, wait, that's the freshman kid's name. Ugh, ok. Smitty Yagermanjensen. Yes. NOW WE CAN CONTINUE. Er..well..that's it, actually. ._. Didn't see 'im yesterday.

GODDAMMIT, I KEEP SNIFFING. Ugh. There are no tissues in this fucking classroom. Know what I hate more than not having tissues? (get ready for this shit) I fucking hate it when I'm stretching back over my chair and my shirt's like "LOL, WHATCHA DOOOIN'? I WANNA SEE. LEMME UNCOVER YOUR BELLY BUTTON LOL. WANNA HOLD ME DOWN WHILE YOU STRETCH? THAT'S COOOOL." Srsly. My shirt goes halfway up my tummy, and I'm like, "Bro. These people in my class don't wanna see my belly button. Stahp bein' a dick." And yes, I have conversations with my shirt. You don't? Get on my level. <-< -sniffle storm- GOD FUCKING DAMMIT. I feel like I'm gonna sneeze. I'm sittin' in class like

Legit, that's my face. I FEEL IT. -super mega gross sniffle- JESUS BALLS. (yay, Markiplier <3) Anywho. xD I think someone's watching me type this. And to that I say...

 



 



I'm SO done with this retarded-ass post. I hope you weirdos enjoyed it. And, yes, that's my new name for my lovelies. OHMYGOD. My lovely weirdos. YES. FUCKING YES. <3 Anywho, I shall see you guys on Monday with an important announcement about the blog schedule. Until then, stay beautiful, my lovely weirdos. Er..Stay weird. OH, I LIKE THAT ONE BETTER. Huehuehue. Adieu.~

WHEN WILL SCHOOL END!?!

Jenn here, and, uh, yeah. School's still not out for me. And starting two days after school's out, I start summer school. (maybe) SCREW THIS. I wanna graduate. Aye aye, college, waddap!? Anywhore, I have a project in Computer Apps. (side note: apparently the class name changed to Digtial Literacy. ooooooooh, so fancy. except not at all) OH YEAH, before I forget. I'm deathly ill with strep throat. :D But I can't miss school because I only go 7 more days. And I'd miss 2 because of strep. So, my throat hurts and I feel like dying. c: Fuck you, school, fuck you. (I think I said that before. Deja vu. xD) But yeah, being sick sucks butts. These next few posts by me probably won't be interesting. I'll just talk about bullshit with my classes. Though, Nick and Lauren might be a bit more interesting than me. Moving on, I'VE BEEN HIT TWICE TODAY. Like, right on hit. Full on. The first kid fucking fell on me. Stepped on my feet, elbowed my face, and made me almost fall out of my chair. It was an accident, but still. No mercy, god damn. The second kid hit me in the face as I was walking down the hall. Didn't see me coming and extended his arm. Right into my face. BUT. Moving on.

I just looked back at my journal entries from a year ago (the ones in my career portfolio and shit), and daaaamn. I was even more of a smartass back then. If that's possible. Reading those entries, my face was locked in the general "OOOOH SHIT" position. Y'know, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly agape. I figured that if anyone else read those they'd think I was a general smartass and bad kid. Which I am, but still. Not the point here.

Day two of this retarded ass post. (I had shit to do yesterday, and yeah.) So, NEW TOPIC. I want school to end. Only 4 more days. 4 more long-ass days. I have finals on Monday and Tuesday, but in Physics I'm just watching a movie. I finished the writing thing...fuck, forgot what it's called. Uh..OH YEAH. On-Demand writing. Now all I have is the huge-ass test as the end of course test. Let's see..I have one for Computer Apps as well..living online and whatnot. Made a 77.8 on the practice, so I'm not worried. I'm more worried about the English one. （￣へ￣） LITTLE PIGGY, NO, NO. -can't even- BUT ANYWHOOOOORE. I'm just watching movies today and taking tests later today, tomorrow, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Technically, that's five days, BUT. I'm not counting today.

But enough of the boringness, I have some real juicy news. (ew wat. not what it sounds like) I recently  made friends with a gay guy. Keep up with me here, he's an online friend. Like..met him online. But anyway, my online profile and whatnot says that I'm a girl, however, I've managed to convince him that I'm a male. xDD Changed my whole profile around as well. I know he's probably lying about one of three things: his gender, age, or sexuality. (doubt that last one, he seems to be a huge faggot) Still, it's funny as fuck to mess with him. Am I horrible? Probably. But hey, it's the internet. Oh god, I can't wait to get home and fuck with him more. Is this cyberbullying? I don't think so. I mean, I'm incredibly nice to him, so..not a bully. Just an ass in the fact that I'm fucking with his mind. HE SHOULD BE GRATEFUL. Everyone wants their mind fucked by Jenn. (LOOOL. I had to.) Anywho, I don't feel horrible about it. But I should be ending this post here. I shall force one of the admins to post today. IDGAF who. Jesus Christ.  Until next time, stay beautiful my lovelies. Adieu.~

I keep forgetting.

Jenn here. I'm an idiot. ._." Not only did I forget to tell my friend about the texting thing, but I forgot to ask Doug Dimmadome to post yesterday. T^T Guess it's not that important if I keep forgetting. Oh..my lord..WISDOM FROM JENN. I should be a philosopher. Oh yass. -adjusts glasses- Anywho, I did not come with a purpose today, so this post will be a bit...sporadic. I finished Black Butler. Ugh, kind of. It's weird. e.e There's, like, an after story that has nothing to do with the original story. And, I'm gonna see if I can get my friend Damen to "sign a contract" with me. -wink wink- ;D That's how obsessed I am. xD It's amazing.

NEW TOPIC. I'm gonna go check my grades. -screeches like a banshee- MY PHYSICS GRADE WENT UP TO A D. YAAAAAAAASS!! 59.66! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. We have a test today in there and if I do bad, my grade'll go down again. ; ~ ; Aaaaaaahhhhhh. (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ Anyway, this post is absolutely horrid. But I shall post it anyway, because, hey, IT'S FRIDAY, FRIDAY, GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY. You're welcome. c; Until next time, stay beautiful, my lovelies. Adieu.

Oopsies.

Jenn here. I forgot to log out. On a school computer. I'm a genius. ._." Nothing seems to have been fucked with, buuuuut, I could be wrong. So, I came here with a purpose. Another rant. It happened again yesterday. I was texting the same friend, and he "fell asleep" I suppose, though it would have been only six o'clock there. I'm finally gonna tell him. :I Fuck it if I'm mean, he always does this shit. (Deja vu.) He's the highlight of my day, and when he "falls asleep", my day goes to shit. Heheheh, I keep saying shit. Shitshitshit. But anyway, I am thoroughly pissed off. I have enough balls today to tell him.

But on a lighter note, I'm getting closer to the end of Black Butler. I forgot what my order for anime was, so I gotta go back and check it, then add Sword Art Online, and...fuck, what was it? OH YA. Rosario + Vampire. Netflix has a looooot of good animes. And I'm a sucker for a good anime. (Oh, jeez..that sounded wrong..sucker..anime...BLOWJOB...wat.) -more internal feuding- OHOHOHO, I'LL GO GOOGLE A LIST OF ANIME. WEUH. MOEEEE~! (Side note xD weuh is supposed to be said in a PewDiePie voice. Coz..that's how he goes "woo". If you dunno him, then that went right over your head.) -runs off to Google- Code Geass is one I've wanted to watch for a while. -adds it to le list- Fruits Basket, Special A, Angel Beats, Eden of the East, Boundary of Emptiness, Tamayura, and My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU. Jesus, that's a lot. Guess I won't be going anywhere over the summer. c;

ON AN EVEN LIGHTER NOTE, MY PHYSICS GRADE WENT UP ONE POINT. WEUHHH!!! 59, BITCHES! All's I need is one more point. Come on, baby! 59.47. Once it reaches 59.5, it'll be rounded up. I don't even need one more point, I need .3 points. COME ON, .3 POINTS. -screams and flails around like a dying fish- I'm so excited, like, you don't even know. I'm working my ass off to finish with a D. I'm not taking this fucking class again. But I shouldn't have to. Please please pleeeeease. ; ~ ; ACK. I'm gonna end this post before I have an anurysm. xD Uh, I shall see you lovelies soon. I'll see if Doug Dimmadome can post today.~ Until next time, stay beautiful, my lovelies. Adieu.~

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH

So it's yah boy Nick here again. I feel a bit lonely because my gaming comp. is at my other house. Other house you say? yes other house I'm rich. So my beautiful League account will remain frozen for a while. and a shame too, I just hit thirty like... a week ago. Anyways, gotta go back to App gaming. l8r peeps.

MOEEEE.

Jenn here. I keep forgetting to make my other admins post. Obviously they don't read the blog. *AHEM* >-> Triflin'. Anywhore, I had yesterday (Tuesday) off, and it was FABALAS. But I somehow managed to fuck up my sleeping schedule, so I'm tired. ; ~ ; Side note: what the fuck is a career portfolio? I just..checked..my school's website. And I'm supposed to work on one of those. So, um, what the fuck? But moving on, this blog post is gonna be short, sweet, and to the point. Like sex. HURHURHUR. Wouldn't be a post by Jenn without something obscene in it! :D And I bet you're wondering about the title. xD "what the fuck is a moe? this bitch has lost her fuckin' mind." No, no, no. Well, I have, but no. It's pronounced "mo-eh". And I heard it in an anime; thought it was funny. So yass. MOEEEE. Okay, wait, rant time. You know what I fucking hate? When you're texting someone, and they're replying and all, then suddenly, out of no where, they stop. I was texting my friend last night, and around 10-ish, I sent him a text and waited over an hour for an answer before going to sleep. Woke up, and he still hadn't replied. Bitch, I know you didn't fall asleep, you're two hours behind me. It was 8 there. Fuck you for making me wait; you always do this shit. Is it too hard to text something like, oh I don't fucking know, "I'm busy, we'll talk later"? Five fucking words, it'll take you three seconds. Jesus. Fucking Christ. (A lot of swears in this post. Get the hint? If you're a girl, you get it. -wink wink nudge nudge-) I'm done with the rant for now. It just pisses me off. I think I already ranted about this same subject before. TAKE THE HINT, YOU ASS. I hope he reads this. I'll send him the blog link and be like, "Read the first post. It's all for you." ...No, I won't do that. -sigh- Or will I? I dunno, that all seems pretty mean, especially since I haven't even told him that it bugged me. (Genius Jenn strikes again) I think I'm gonna end this post here. Not much else for this post to do. Nowhere else for it to go. Until next time, stay beautiful, my lovelies. Adieu.~

Happy fuckin' Monday.

Jenn here, and it's Monday. Again. Today's the last day for presentations, and alls I have to do is watch and listen. I was up suuuuper late last night. Like, midnight-thirty, I think. I dunno, pretty late. Er..early? Wtf. T^T I didn't come prepared today for a post. Though, I have the usual, rantings, reviews, and bitchings about my boyfriend. (-sighhhh-) I'll start with a rant. About...uh...fuck... I'll make it up as I go. I just spent the last 30 seconds or so, seizing out in my seat, deciding whether or not to sneeze. I FELT LIKE I HAD TO, but...then... -flips table- the feeling went away and I was left sitting there like a wounded seal. A rant about almost-sneezes? I think so. GAHH, THE FEELING CAME BACK. I keep sniffling, but NEEEEEEH. Fuck you, sneezes. Fuck you. Okay, no, this is retarded. I know, I'll go check my grades, then bitch about them. Let's see...90, 74, 60, and 58. Oh shit, I just found out that I have to go to summer school. The guidance counselor came over the intercom and said, "E-mail me the name of students in jeopardy of not earning a credit this semester. Today is the deadline for summerschool submissions." No, no, no, no, no, no, no. NO. Fuck you. This is bullshit. I've gotten good grades on my homework for the last few days. Hell, my English grade came up, so why the fuck did my Physics grade not come up? Fuck you, Mr. Cock-ass. (new rant, going off on the Physics teacher) If I have to go to summerschool, I'll be telling the guidance counselor all about how the Physics teacher didn't raise my grade, even though I have a 100 for the assignment. 100 for the homework, 100 for the book problems. I mean what. Whatthefuck. WHATTHEFUCK. Fuck you, giraffe-lookin' motherfucker. I deserve those points, and you fucking know it. (Jeez, using the word "fuck" sparingly, eh?) Anyway, I can fix this, no problem. I'm sure if the guidance counselor bitches at him, he'll have to change it. Especially since the guidance counselor that loves me would have to do it. Ms. Guelde. Oh, how I love her. She's gonna end up saving my ass. x.x Again. ._. I hope. But anyway, new topic.

I'm off school tomorrow for election day~! But my brother still has to go. xD You seeee, he lives in Wisconsin. And yee. Anyway, I just got done reading about how one of my teachers was arrested for sodomy on Friday afternoon. (basically he had frickle frackle with a student) And it's time for me to end this post. Until next time, stay beautiful, my lovelies. Adieu.~

I'm so done.

I DIDN'T EVEN PRESENT YESTERDAY. (Jenn hurr, by the way.) When the teacher came to me, I kind of..um..went full retard. ._." I said, "I-I eh, ah, uh, um, er...forgot...link...in powerpoint...need it..to...present..." She looked at me with raised eyebrows, making me feel like even more of the bonified dumbass I was trying not to be. I'm ready to present today, I think. Maybe. Probably not. I can't afford any more points off. This is probably the one time having badass swag won't help me. GOD DAMMIT, MY SWAG WON'T HELP. Unggg. I swear, if she makes me go first, I'm gonna shit kittens. I'm really tired and severely sleep-deprived, so I'd end up biting her arm off, roasting it, then making her eat it. (jeez, this took a dark turn, eh? eh, yolo.) -sneeze- OHMYGODEW. EW EW EW. Fuck you sneezes, suck my nuts. My peanuts. ANYWAY. Back on track. I just got done reading Nick's post, sooo, I'll respond to it. Ahem.

NICK, YOU DESPERATE FUCK, NONE OF MY KAWAII READERS WANTS YO ASS. I don't even know if girls read this. You're not even single. You're in a relationship wit DEEZ NUTS. I'm sure if we read this at the lunch table, you'll laugh as hard as I am right now. -stone faced glare- Just kidding. You're cool. Kind of. Well, you're cool enough to post on the blog. OH SHIT, THIS MAN'S GUCCI. Girls, he's single. You might wanna hit dat up. He's seriously...one of a kind. (you're welcome, you little fuck.) Huehuehuehuehueh. Daaaaaaayum. I'm mean. But whatever. I gotta take a break, coz presentations are about to start.

-Le 50 minutes later- ...what...the fuck...was I so worried about? I presented, and it wasn't that bad, actually. A few people whispered, and to them I say, fuck you. :D I made a few people giggle and made one kid go "YEAAAAH" when I said I played COD. Thank you, random kid. xD I told, in my presentation, about the blog. So..if people from class are reading this, er. Um. I curse like a fuckin' sailor. c; And if you're the assholes that were whispering. -middle finger- ( 　ﾟ,_ゝﾟ) I am not amused. BUT ANYWAYYYY. Time to go dick around on YouTube until time to go. Until next time, stay beaufitul, my lovelies. Adieu.~

Sup fellow virgins

This is #1 virgin again! posting while playing League of Legends! Nevermind posting AFTER we won the game of league. so not a lot to talk about because I have a boring life. I mean, Other than my planned video on League. I rage a lot in league, especially when me, or my team aren't doing good. So I plan on making a complication on the amount of times I say the word "fuck" in league. But that won't be happening soon :P. You see, I've gotten really fucking good at league, So I usually win, Which means I don't usually curse when playing league anymore. So I either have to purposfully suck, and pretend to be a tryhard. OR play with a friend who sucks balls. So yeah.... If anyone out there sucks at league, be my guest. Anyways that's my post. See you all l8r.

PS LADIES, still available :D

WHY ISN'T ANYONE POSTING?

Jenn hurr. I suppose it's my fault that the blog stats are going down. ._. BUT ANYWAY. I'm blogging early because I can't later on, and during my usual blog posting time, I have a presentation to demonstrate...well, me. I'm so nervous, I'm gonna puke. Not really. But maybe. NYEHHH. Why did I have to be a Spade? Note: we were divided into three catagories: Diamond, Heart, and Spade. We had to draw a card from a deck, and I pulled out Spade. I cheated a bit. I wanted to get Spade because someone else *cough cough* had Spade, and I figured it was a group project. I saw the Spade on the bottom of the deck and chose it, thinking I'd get to work with that someone. (this isn't a crush, by the way. ew wat.) Anyway, when I realized it was solo and we'd have to present, I wanted to vomit. I'd rather kick a toddler than present in front of the class. I'll get all clammy, and probably vomit. (lots of vomiting, eh? do I sense a new fetish?)

The teacher just announced that we'll have 25 minutes to prepare. I already did. Like 50 times. You don't even understand how much of an anxiety attack I'm having. I hate getting in front of people with information about me. Like, I hate presenting by myself, and I hate sharing information about me. Combine the two and it won't take long for me to "nope" the fuck out of there. My heart is pounding; I can hear it in my ears. I doubt I'll go first, but still. I couldn't sleep last night because of the anxiety, and now I'm exhausted, so I'll probably stumble over my words. Great. I'm fucking terrified. The only thing that'll calm me down would be to see someone's presentation be worse than mine. -squeal- 20 minutes. Damn, I wrote all that in five minutes? o.o I am terrified. Can't stop typing. Talking. Er.. see? This'll be what happens when I get up there. Mumbling to myself, rambling about nothing. Jeez, I'm a bonified dumbass. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I wonder if I break down sobbing if she'll still make me present. At this point, I'd try it.

AAAAAAH. 15 MINUTES. WHATTHEFUCK. I'm gonna count it down. 14 minutes. -internal bleeding- 13 minutes. I can't breathe. Oh shit, everyone will have the chance to present today because of EOC testing. The period will be extended over 30 minutes. I'm seriously going to cry. 12 minutes. I can't take it. I'm about to explode. Everyone else seems so calm. Well, I guess I do, too, since I'm not doing anything. Haven't started trembling yet. 11 minutes. My legs are starting to, like, do that shaking thing you do when you're impatient. I know you know what I'm talking about. The thing. 10 minutes. Oh lord, please give me strength enough not to make an ass of myself. Please, oh please, oh please. 9 minutes. My body is seizing up. Like, my muscles are tightening and my arms are twitching. Jesus, this is horrible. And after I'm done, I'll be like, "OH IT WAS NO BIG DEAL," 8 minutes. But at the moment, it's a big fucking deal. I'm praying that someone else goes up there and fucks up. 7 minutes. I have no choice but to go, and I don't want to be the only one that fucks up. I have to present. 6 minutes. 5 minutes. (had to resave my powerpoint. ._.") Who am I kidding? I'll take a zero for this assignment. Well, I would. But I'd fail the class and have to take it again. 4 minutes. The teacher's getting ready. Turning her computer on, unlocking it, hooking up the class flash drive. I thought I was ready, but I'm not. 3 minutes. Oh god. I hope we go in order of how we signed up, and not by last name. I'd be one of the first ones to present. (last name starts with S, the others in my group are S through W.) 2 minutes. WHY IS EVERYONE ELSE SO CALM? 1 minute. I'm gonna end this post here after time is called. I hope things go well. Until tomorrow, stay beautiful, my lovelies. Adieu.~

So much fluctuation

Jenn here. I noticed that the stats are all over the place. I'll see if I can get Nick and Lauren to double up on days. All that's left now are the admins. As I suspected, Randi can't post because she doesn't have Internet at her house. Logan... -sigh- I dunno what happened with him. But no matter, we can keep my blog afloat by ourselves! Moving on, -yawn- I'm incredibly tired. AND. I finished Blue Exorcist yesterday and started on Black Butler. I'm already, like, five episodes in. Ungggg. Help me. I'm on an anime binge. But what can I say? I'm one Hell of a butler. (see? this is how bad it's gotten.) I might go ahead and keep watching it. (it's currently 7:39 a.m, by the way. ditching classwork for anime~ <3) I have a huuuuuge test next period that I should be studying for. It determines whether or not I fail the class. I need to study. Shit, I want to study. But I'm tired of the stress. Honestly, I've been studying my ass off for days, and getting nowhere. I don't see why studying now would do a bit of difference. I'll end up forgetting it before next period. I have two F's, and, what, 16 days of school left? How the fuck am I supposed to bring them up? (yes, I realize this has turned into a rant, stfu.) Anyway, it's been a full 24 hours since that last sentence, so time for a new paragraph!

It's hot as balls in my computer class. It's always hot as balls, what the actual fuck. Ugh, anyway. I took a 8mg sleeping pill last night and um, I'm still high off of it. Pretty obvi, too, I'm lumbering around, hanging my head and practically drooling as I type this. My eyelids are so heavy, and I'm ready to pass out. My tummy's full of breakfast and it's the perfect set of conditions to just...bleh. I'll try to stay awake as I tell you about my test yesterday. I think I failed, I'm gonna go check my grades.Oh. Yep, I failed. 52%. Looks like I'm going to summer school. Oh, wait. I have a 58 in there and in Physics. If I can get them up and keep them at at least a 60, I'll pass. COME ON, TWO POINTS. I think I can muster that much. Well, I hope I can. I got to a 58 in Physics merely by copying from my partner. (¬_¬) That's just how bad I am at science. (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ Y U NO EASY? But yeah, I have something serious to tell you guys.

For the past, like, I dunno, week or so, my head's started to become more and more clouded. My judgement is clouded, and honestly, I feel numb. If I'm mean to someone, I honestly don't recognize it. I've noticed that I stare off into space a lot, drifting, if you will. I get angry at the littlest things and go off on the wrong people. I'm reverting to the ways I was accustomed to in grade school. I don't like it, but really, I don't want to change. I dunno, maybe I'm supposed to be miserable. I'm losing friends left and right, but I see no reason to seek them out and apologize. It's like my demons are getting the best of me. (Metaphorically speaking.) Tired, angry, sad. Hot damn, I'm depressed. Again. I was taken off my medications because of the complications on my heart. But I don't care if those meds make my heart completely fucking explode, I need them back. I've lost interest in things I usually love. Like music. I dread playing in band everyday. I used to love it. It's sickening. No matter how sunny it is, or how happy the people around me are, I'll always see the world as a dark, gloomy, lonely place. (Reverting to the depressing Jenn that first created this blog. Oh, joy.)

But enough of that, time to be happy again. Well, time to make the post feel happy again. Ah, uh. -yawn- I might add a picture. Yeah. That's what I'll do... if only I knew what picture to add. Anime? Eh. I typed in "kawaii" to Google and a picture of Ciel Phantomhive came up. xD -dead- Oh god, what? Maybe I won't post a picture after all.

 

HAHAHA, JUST KIDDING. Those are the two animes I'm currently obsessing over. I finished Blue Exorcist, but I'm gonna go back and watch it after I watch Attack on Titan. Nick's been a little dick about bugging me to watch it. BUT ANYWAYYYYYAYAY. I'm gonna end this post here before it becomes a page-long thing. ._." Off to watch Black Butler~! Until tomorrow, (or whenever), stay beautiful, my lovelies. Adieu.~

Byebye, author Josh.

So, yes, Abbie got the better of Josh, and he's not posting here anymore. I'm honestly a bit sad, he had an interesting writing style. Sad that he follows her orders like a pup. No matter, Nick finally posted, and he used a picture. Which is something I haven't done in forever. I actually giggled a bit at his post. BEFORE I FORGET, THIS IS JENN. Hurr. That shoulda been my first sentence, but whatevs.

This post won't be like the others because I actually have something to talk about. *^* So, I finished the second season of American Horror Story and all I have to say is...Eesh. Eh. It was good, buuuut, I liked the first season a lot more. The third season isn't on Netflix, and Lauren did some searching but couldn't find it anywhere else. So promptly after it ended, I wailed, "I'M SO BORED." (yes, I have the attention span of a peanut.) That is, until about 30 seconds later when I found "Blue Exorcist". My best friend Tyler has a shirt of the main character Rin Okumura, but I'd never done more than googled the series. Sooo, I took the chance and watched it. It was only in Japanese, and the subtitles are in the middle of the screen. That's not an exaggeration, either. xD It's annoying, but eh. I don't speak Japanese. Anyway, there are somethin' like 23 episodes. I started Saturday, and now I'm on episode 19. ಠ_ಠ I. Need. Help. It's so good. ಥ⌣ಥ But anyway. That concludes my rant of, like, nonsense. OHMYGOD. I talked to my friend, y'know, friend on Saturday as well, and yeah. Things went...alright. HAPPY JENN IS HAPPY.

 But, yeah, I'm in class at the moment. (I always feel compelled to tell you guys that.) It's 7:39 a.m. (I always tell you that, too.) I'm finished with work, and none of my other friends are awake yet. (Friends that are out-of-state) My other friends don't text in class. -3- Laaaaame. I'm tempted to either finish the Blue Exorcist series, start a new anime series, or go on YouTube and watch Markiplier and Pewds. ORRR, I could read/write fanfiction. Oh, my life choices are so hard. -dramatic sigh-  Netflix has Black Butler. (in case you can't tell, I've been quite infatuated with demon/satan-related things.) I'm gonna watch that next. *^* I hope it's in English. -goes to check- OH, IT IS. -hyperventilates- I WANNA WATCH IT. No, no, no, no, no, no. -internal feuding- Finish Blue Exorcist. OKAY. It's decided. I'll finish one, then start the other. -flail- I'm gonna end this post here and go check a few things before I slack off and watch Netflix. I shall see you guys again whenever. Lauren should be posting today. Until then, stay beautiful, my lovelies. Adeau.~