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All The Right Things
You know, it seems obvious that teens hate getting lectures, yet we are constantly doing/saying things that we know are wrong and could get us into trouble. It's almost like we are asking for a lecture. At least, with me, this is often how it goes. I complain about things and seem really pesimistic, but deep down I know how to get myself out. I ( Read more... ) -
PlayDoh
Do you ever just want to stop this person you're being and live a life inside of a new identity? A new town? A new state? A new country? A new planet? A new world? A new family even. Well, I sure wouldn't mind it ( Read more... ) -
At Hotel Numero Uno
I meant to post this last night, but I couldn't pick up an internet connection on my laptop:
So, now it is almost one in the morning and we have stopped at a dumpy hotel to sleep. I think there are even bugs in my bed. No. False alarm. It’s just an ink stain. God, I hope it’s ink. I can’t sleep, though. Apparently, mom and Jacobi have no trouble, ( Read more... ) -
D-Day
Today’s the day. We are officially moving. I finally got most of my junk packed away, so the movers are gonna get the heavy stuff like the beds and cabinets or whatever. I am so bummed. I don’t know whether to give my mom the silent treatment or just totally piss her off. Both are genius techniques, but I’ll have to use them sparingly. Jacobi, my ( Read more... ) -
Fragile
I fell asleep, packing, and just woke up with a nice tattoo on my face. Before I konked out, I had been writing "FRAGILE" with a Sharpie on a box of cds and I guess that box served as a good pillow. I wonder what people on the street would think I got arrested for if they saw me in the back of a police car with the word "FRAGILE" printed on my ( Read more... ) -
Packing Avoidation
Well, my room is nowhere near done. I'm sitting here, on my windowsill for one last time, gazing down at the beautiful city of Manhattan. I'm eating mint chocolate chip icecream straight out of the carton with a plastic spoon from Wendy's because all of our silverware is packed away. The only thing I accomplished last night was packing up my closet ( Read more... ) -
Hey. I'm Jenna Harper, the 16 year-old high school screw-up.
Jenna Harper. That's me. I'm a fifteen-year-old girl from Manhattan who's being forcefully relocated to some God-awful town in the middle of Virginia. My mother, I guess, got fed up with me, seeing as I've been kicked out of my high school at least 8 times for pulling tons of pranks. But, I mean, come on. These people had it coming to them. It wasn ( Read more... )