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sufik8ing_182x
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Gender: Female
Interests: why,... interesting things of course.
Expertise: spelling things wrong, pretending to be ghetto faba'lous
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Member Since:
9/8/2002
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that's clearly a double V...
This morning the fog was incredibly dense. I drove with caution and heeded my father’s warning. I rounded the corner. Like I do everyday. Came to the top of the hill. Just like always. But when I looked out over the city, it wasn’t Fremont with its polluted river, its dilapidated buildings, its midwesterners, or its drugs. It was anything I wanted it to be. I couldn’t see the reality so my own brand of fiction filled in what could have been under the haze. For those few minutes of my drive, I lived on the side of the ocean with people who didn’t know my details and seagulls and expensive cars and rocky beaches. I took the ocean for granted today, just like I would have if I had lived there all my life.
God Jenna, shut up.
Bold print. Bold print. I like Bold print.
I need to go to a concert and get the shit beat outta me. Like right now. I need to go. I have to. mmk?
The penguine goes: barf barf
note: if anyone would come to a party dressed like that. I’d do you…
“It feels like summer when we eat coney dogs!!” too bad it’s 15 degrees out Jill…
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So… Hi.
I have weird feelings. I hate these weird feelings. Doomedness (word?) there seems to be some of that goin on. Weird, huh. Endlessness (now, I know that’s a word) much of that. Like I’m just floating around. Not so much on purpose. I’m here, but kinda not. I hate the way I process things. I have a totally eccentric thought process. Quite simply, I feel kinda nuts. Normal? Oh look, a shiny object…
I’m a 4. Yes I am. It’s fun reading about how disfunctional I can be. “Vices: Excessive helping, compulsive intrusion, hysteria, and being desperate.” Wow. I must be a real hoot to be around.
If this entry isn’t depressing you, maybe you’re a 4 too... we can be friends.
Here’s some pictures to amuse and delight you:
 Look, a sandwich! Why do I find the word “sandwich” so great? Hehe…sandwich
 LOOK! Me and Kat… we are so cool. I heart you and Happy (belated) Birthday!
 look, a vase.
Eazy-Z is going down in a big way. The RAP BATTLE is on like Donkey Kong.
-This has been a J-dirty production, bitchs!
Pre Edit:
So I guess I lost. I suppose I should stick to my own toons and never ever ever ever rap again.
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| 2 SURE FIRE steps to get a girlfriend/hoe
1) Get me to fall madly in like with you.
2) Strongly dis-like me in return.
Don’t you see?! It’s so simple, it’s ridiculous! All you have to do is sucker me into confessing all these “feelings”(if you will) I have towards you. All you then must do is say, “Jenna, I’m sorry you feel this way because blah blah blah blah blah blah Blah BLAH BLAH BLAH.” Which basically factors out to “I’d love to be in a relationship-type-thingy with someone who simply isn’t you! K? Have a nice day ole buddy ole pal!” Cuz then, some random girl person will suddenly put out for you. And you will almost always feel the need to fuck them, because you’re just too nice of a guy to say no to a whore. Then you two will end up dateing/messing around/anything else you’d like to insert here. Only leaving me to wonder: which window is yours so I can look threw, and occasionally throw rocks at, in the middle of the night.
Am I a psycho bitch or is it just me? ...Nope, defiantly a bitch of the psycho variation. HOORAY!
I don’t think I hated men this much until I started reading the book, He’s Just not that into You. Don’t read this book. I repeat. Don’t read this book. Can we say big fat mega hugely ginormous waste of time?
In other news:
I love people who get all worked over exams. It’s just a huge test that covers everything you’ve slept threw all semester long. What could possibly go wrong? Everybody knows the answer to, “What’s the molecular make up of an atom at 32 degrees centigrade?” Er, Check please? (yes, I did make that up) Or did I? I dunno. I’ll just mark letter C if that happens to actually be a question. You’ll be wise to do the same. | | |
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I comment one fella with like 2 bijillion comments... expecting to just bled in with this xanga scene... and look what happens. Other ladies telling me how "hawt" "I" am. Glad you enjoyed my hot-dude-I-don't-even-know picture, I think? I changed it, thank you very much. Sorry, hot-dude-I-don't-even-know, I hope no one is stalking you...
Now, I guess I'm a fairy....?
So the other day I was thinking...life's really short and stuff. The worlds huge, and you nor I will see it all. Are we just soposed to settle with what we've got? Are we where we are for a reason? Are baked chips really less fattening or just more expensive? The world may never know...
While we’re talking about heavier things, Mum asked me where I want to go to college. This topic is rarely mentioned due to my shy nature about decision making. But tonight it was like she needed to know, that minute. So I freaked and told her what I want. She, in turn, freaked too. “West Coast?! Are you crazy?” she asked. And I felt kinda shitty… uh, sorry I like to dream? Sorry, I like to have goals and achieve them..? Sorry I even let you, for one second, know what I was thinking. Fuck that. I know never to do that again…
Donnie Darko is the sticky. Ya heard?
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