Yeahh! I know. )’: I hope you’re okay though, it seems like you didn’t have a good day either.. </3
I scream! You scream! We all scream for Ice Cream! LOLLOL
It was a late Christmas present from my old friend and I just got it today, but like it was in those clothing boxes you know? And inside there was a charcoal fleece jacket thing, and there was this Hello Kitty and Friends rubber bracelet. Ugh. They look everything but the left the freaking box. -_________- Stupid ghetto people. Aghhh, I’m so mad. I was on the verge of crying after school.
- Me: his voice is intense
- Me: i have a boner now
- Then a few moments later...
- Me: i still have a boner
- Me: from that song
- Me: omg,
- Me: i'm about to jizz
- Jeny: WOULD YOU STOP WITH THOSE LINES RIGHT THERE
- Jeny: LOOOOOOOOOOOOL
- Me: NO
- Me: MY HEART IS SPEAKING
- Jeny: ITS UNECESSARY IMFORMATION
- Me: rude girl..
- Jeny: AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Jennifer - Everyone (Me, friends, cousins, etc.)
Jenny - Parents, Some of my parents friends, & Family (Aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc.)
It’s awkward and weird for my parents to call me Jennifer, as weird as it is for my friends to call me Jenny.
Most of my younger cousins are rude and annoying AF.
It’s pretty disgusting how these little 6th and 7th graders talk about sex, partying, drinking, and drugs. Really? I didn’t know what the word orgasm meant until 7th grade. I’m 15 and I still don’t know how to inhale smoke, party, or know what sex feels like. I just don’t understand society nowadays. I’m really embarrassed for ‘em, seriously. Little freaks.
I’d hate to lose you to someone else.
When I flex, I’m not ticklish, but I always forget to flex 90% of the time.
I remember one guy’s scent.
I remember one guy’s voice.
I remember one guy’s hugs.
I remember one guy’s accent.
I remember one guy’s personality.
I kinda miss ‘em, but they’re all different people. Wtf is wrong with me? -______-
I love random surprises, random gifts, random compliments, random hugs, and of course, being random.
I hope you know that you’re really stupid.
So, I’ve been talking to this guy, and I’m starting to dig him, but idk. )’:
So I was contacted to meet up with a modeling agency named International Performing Arts Academy. I was really excited at first, then I did some research and I felt a little weird about it. It seemed like it was too good to be true in the first place. I went to Google and I typed it in and the first word I saw was “SCAM”. I didn’t wanna believe it so I went through the rest of the week still kinda excited. Today I stumbled across this,
and I’m so glad I read that. I could’ve gotten scammed as soon as I stepped foot into that hotel, because obviously they’re gunna make me fill out paperwork when I get there, and if I signed, I woulda hafta dedicate thousands of dollars to them. Hell naaa. I may be young, but I’m not stupid! Legit modeling agencies shouldn’t make you pay! I’m so mad at them for this. I can’t believe the amount of people complaining about being scammed. They are serious monsters! Notice towards the bottom, they said NOTICE TO BUYER. Um, I am not a buyer! I shouldn’t be a buyer, they should. This is so stupid. I just can’t believe it. It was promoted at my school too! Ugh. There’s this other company named Barbizon, and they were promoted at my school last year and my bestfriend stumbled across it and she wanted to be apart of it. Shiiii, Barbizon’s a scam too! Ugh. It’s so horrible, I can’t believe my schools have supported and promoted FALSE agencies. -_____- F*ck their little scamming sh*t. I hope they shut down!
I’m just here to do my thing, not to compete. Please don’t ever think that.
LOLOLOL. Yaaas, the wrong type though. )’:
I think I’m starting to have a thing for white guys. :3
Letters. They don’t help me remember things, they just make things 10x worse. I don’t keep them to reminisce. I won’t give them back to you. I simply rip ‘em up and throw ‘em away.
I’ve always wondered, if I died, who would cry? Who would feel empty? Who would laugh? Who will wish I never left? Who will attend my funeral..? Who will visit me after months, years?
I absolutely hate crying, especially before I sleep. My eyes and lips always swell up, and I seem to find myself gasping for air. When I’m crying the most I can hope for is to have someone there with me to cheer me up, but obviously that typa stuff doesn’t happen in reality. I guess I’m on my own with this, I just hafta stay strong and get over it.
My day has been made.
So at school there was this International Performing Arts Acdemy that came to my school during lunch last week. I think it said enter for a chance to win, and OMFG! I GOT PICKED. I JUST GOT A PHONE CALL FROM THEM AND THEY SAID THEY WANNA MEET ME THIS SATURDAY. OMGGGGGG!
Dear whoever’s reading this, you’re beautiful and someone out there is crazy about you. So smile. Life is to short to be unhappy.
You cuss to express your feelings. I like your lack of vocabulary.
It’s sad to say, I’ve finally come to a point where I have absolutely no one to lean on.
I’m starting to think I’m the typa girl that doesn’t deserve anything.
A lot of things have changed. I know I’m taught to move forward but sometimes I feel like it’s Then > Now. I remember when I would have a good day I actually had someone to go to just to tell them about my day. I would keep talking and talking and we would smile and laugh together. I loved how you were a listener and you cared. You brought out the happiness in me, and I mean sure I can go tell other people.. but then again, they wouldn’t care as much as you did. Too bad for me, I guess.