Hot Hot Hot!!!

Hurricanes look pretty on the Weather Channel.

2003-09-19T19:19:30Z

What did we ever do to you, Isabel?

Twenty-one hours of hell... plus dead trees. Not that I'm a nature freak, but they're pretty defenseless things. YOU MURDERER.

Excuse me while I go clean up your mess.

Histrionic.

2003-09-07T20:06:42Z

"Who's your favorite person?"
"Myself."

Your cherry trees are safe... I cannot tell a lie, and GW would be proud, anyways.

Wake up and rewind.

2003-09-02T03:09:40Z

...You want to know why I hate you?
Well, I'll try and explain.

You remember that day in Paris,
When we wandered through the rain...

It's September.

bu11et @ 2003-04-10T19:05:00

2003-04-10T23:05:46Z

Sorry for being so vacant.
I'll be sure to whip my ass into shape soon.

P.S. My birthday was Monday. Happy Jenn Day.

Springing.

2003-03-17T23:35:43Z

To repeat: "something like summer."
More time for doing, less time for thinking.

Constitutional Contradictions Cater to a Capitalist Country that Can.

2003-03-06T03:10:48Z

The Little Engine That Could would be lost in young, capitalist America. Equality and fairness, but equality isn't fair. I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can...

But you know I can't, cause I'm too busy
f l o a t i n g
and thinking of you.

[Crash and burn, honey.]
"No one makes it like that", like this.
Like now.

I thought I could I thought I could I thought I could...

</3.

Truestory Today.

2003-02-28T19:08:41Z

I imagined dead in a hospital bed.
The UPS finally delivered what he'd thrown out, in a neat little package of realization.

In school, he cried, "She died."

Not quite dead in a hospital bed.
We open to flowers and a teddy bear.. far more eloquent than his vocalization.

But there, the blank stare: more than he could bear.

Far from dead in a hospital bed.
"Show me show me;" he tossed that neat package in contempt and damnation.

Again, he knew, she saw through.

I imagined dead in a hospital bed, woke up with a black eye and eyeliner staining my pillow.

Shopping for a crew.

2003-02-19T20:10:26Z

Learn from reading.

ONE: "Still sick so call."
TWO: "Your friends are high, your grades are low, can't shake a stick at what you know, but when it comes to blood alcohol... you get a 4.0"
THREE: "I'm gonna have a hairless cat and name him 'Hairy Potter.'"
FOUR: "I started a joke... I started the whole world crying."
FIVE: "hold up..."

Different is better than anyone ever guessed. Did you?

Punnet square probability.

2003-02-16T04:17:18Z

Tell me a story about November. Can you still remember.. when we had the windows shut, heater on. But still, that omnipresent chill. Oh and how each night you would pull out your grin (gun) loaded with leftover angst, hatred dripping down your chin.

And the bullet grazed my shoulder, bloodied footprints on the stairs, pools of scarlet and saline at my feet, and that chill still in the air.

Sadistic, twisted, moralistic, blinded by your perfectionistic views that killed my yesterday, prevented the coming of today.

So how did it feel to take me and break me against a wall built on tasks done "completely wrong?" You know, I know, the saddest part to this is that you never need to answer that. Now its become a part of my act.

And the story is over, the blame put away, but this trait lives on, and November becomes May...

...and so your gale became my hurricane, and it won't stop here.

VD-day (ahahha)

2003-02-14T01:49:19Z

I only have half a valentine, but at least I have half a valentine.

If you catch my drift.

And I'm trying to be beautiful tomorrow, even if no one will be looking. :\

YAY

2003-02-12T02:16:42Z

Taking back sunday is coming in march! And I WILL go this time! Yes I will.

SOOO EXCITED. Sillyjenn.

fastest rollercoaster ever.

2003-02-11T01:12:01Z

Superhyperspastic when it gets so bad that its actually good. It's good. I'm good. I'm good like ritalin or Andy Warhol's Exploding Plastic Inevitable. Dance in your chair, baby, dance. Yeah, your blue eyes like cool mint listerine perfection, and me a sucker for such bright things. Fuck it, its instant attraction. We're talking Fantasy 101, honey.

Oh hell yes. He's sexxxxxxy. Rawr.

eek.

2003-02-10T01:25:03Z

I hate to love it. :\
(so sick of being sick.)

"early in June, so the sand's still dry."

2003-02-09T18:51:39Z

[pic gone.]

Look how green everything was. (And how young -- innocent -- I looked.) I would give anything for last summer again.

stop it.

2003-02-08T17:37:00Z

Once I wrote a poem called "Happiness Is." It was sensory. It was good. It was published in the school literary magazine.

For the record, I am a happy person. ...I have more shit in my life than anyone I've ever met. (Except one). More than most people, even those who know me, could even imagine. But still, I'm happy. (HAPPY :D).

Emo=emotional... and really, happiness is an emotion too, correct? So all you trendy emo kids, please get out of bed and stop crying.

I'm so sick of people being sad because it's cool.

oh dear, my dear.

2003-02-06T02:48:22Z

Prunes: there's no juice left there. Sucked dry, but I'm starting to think it wasn't you. I know it wasn't you. It was me and everything mine. See how bad I know I am? And I know you've figured out that you can't take what's already gone.

So she smiles and you laugh.

And it is better this way, even if you'll never believe me. Just think... who likes to eat prunes, anyway?

februaryfourth.

2003-02-05T02:45:55Z

Sunshine, sushi, and something like summer = Insouciant Intoxication.

Now you've gone and done it again, but this time I bit back.

Hi my name is Jenn.

2003-02-01T20:47:14Z

People can be defined by what they like, and I like two things: (1) cities, and (2) vast landscapes totally devoid of other people, and usually trees too (i.e. the desert).

[Because I'm bipolar, see.]

And. so. I went to the city yesterday, and it was rainy and wet and there was steam coming out of the street vents. Then I went to the mall and all those people who aren't me were there. So I analyzed them (damn Freudian psych class) and drew various conclusions about teenagers and cliques and society in general. The result of which being this:

You can make "anything" more important by putting it in quotes.

Thanks and have a nice day.

sugar and blood.

2003-01-24T02:00:37Z

jenngle bell: did you know the real name for crack is cocaine freebase
jenngle bell: ?
jenngle bell: cause I DID :D
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Yes. I am an overflowing well of information. But it doesn't mean anything, anyway.

just like... hell?

2003-01-21T18:42:12Z

mtv makes me wanna shoot myself.
...........or smoke crack. :D

vampires in gym class

2003-01-19T21:04:54Z

Do you know me? Are you sure you do? A perfect me is a perfect you...

Why the fuck do you call this love? "Please put your hands around my neck." He puts his hands around my world. "But don't wring away the heartaches."

Yeah, well, sweetie, I know how you do. Crumpled paper and a lighter, waiting for your cue to burn me with indifference, then leave me steeped in decadence. You would light my house, tightly tape my mouth, drive home another route, and where are we now?

Why the fuck...? "Please leave me in this crimson mess." He left me with the very best. "But don't wipe away the worst wounds."

There's a simplicity in shotguns, but I'm not one for that. (It's overrated.) So I'll go the long, dark, lonely mile, and leave you locked and loaded. (Yeah, I know you're jaded.) And if the barrels ever smoke, you can bet I've beat you to it. (The scars have faded.)

I'll never let you draw my blood again.

yeah yeah yeah yeah!

2003-01-18T21:46:05Z

Do you know me? are you sure you do? A perfect me is a perfect you...

I promised myself I wouldn't let you do this to me again, but I can already feel myself slipping. I suck. (A lot). But I'm lost... and I know you're wasted.

[ ] in my chest.

2003-01-16T01:16:21Z

Drink your NyQuil to sleep all night... pop some pills to wake up alright...

It seems like every day that I wake up is a Wednesday, but a worse one than the last.
I need more sleep but I get less.
I loose energy but I can't eat.
I walk around but I'm not awake (alive).
I try to smile but my lip bleeds...

I want to die, but my mom won't let me.

dot. dot. dot.

2003-01-14T00:25:30Z

my livejournal is officially starting... now!

just dont take it literally.

ROAR

2003-01-07T02:50:23Z

...with all my amazing html skills, i can't quite figure out how to configure this piece of shit...