I try to be upbeat. I try to stay pretty cool and chill with things. I don't always succeed at that, but I make an effort. I like to think I'm a patient person, but there is always someone that will argue with me ( Read more... )

I forgot that nobody reads my journal. hahahaha. So things are going pretty good, hanging out with my sister this weekend and being a general bother to the world.

*shrugs*

Just felt like updating this thing again. How are all of you doing?

Ask me a question. Any question at all. I will answer it with 100% honesty.

Hit me with your best shot.

Dear Mother Nature,

CUT IT OUT GOD DAMNIT! WE'RE ALREADY FROZEN AND DON'T NEED ANYMORE OF THIS SUPERSTORM BULLSHIT! ESPECIALLY WHEN WE CAN'T CLOSE DOWN OUR SCHOOL. ><

Thanks,
Jen and the rest of East Texas

So I just realized I haven't updated this thing since my birthday... and I thought I was bad about updating my Devart journal. oops. So yeah, sorry about the long wait between journals, but things are pretty much same old same old around here ( Read more... )

So the time has come again to bow our heads in sorrow that the universe has been forced to deal with me for another 365.25 days. That's right. It's my birthday and I'm not dead yet.

24 rocked hardcore, and I have the feeling that 25 is going to be just as epic, if not better! <3 ( Read more... )

So it's been a while since I posted on here. About a month and a half actually. Still annoyed with my mother, but that's nothing new in my life. Things are looking much better for me though ( Read more... )

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I go in for a root canal tomorrow afternoon. So I'm taking a half day off from school to get it done. Robert is driving me there and back since it's in Conroe and no one thinks I will be safe or coherent to drive once they get done ( Read more... )

Sometimes I hate being me. I dream. A lot. And when I do dream sometimes, I can't get them out of my head the next day, and they keep rolling around, bothering me till I feel like I want to explode or get them out somewhere. This is one of those journals ( Read more... )