And people wonder why I don't enjoy sharing personal things with them, hah.

I go absolutely balls crazy over cute things. This is not okay. It is a problem, because I'll never get a boyfriend. Or something.

Llama says (11:39 AM):
*I TOOK MY ADD MEDS THIS MORNING SO I COULD FOCUS ON SCHOOLWORK
*IT'S KICKIN INNNNNNN
Llama says (11:46 AM:
*can you see my MEDS KICKING IN???
*I'M SO HYPER WHAT IS THIS
*I HAVEN'T TAKEN THIS STUFF SINCE THE SUMMER *. . .
Llama says (11:47 AM:
*I need to write WHILE THIS IS STILL STRONG
*~opens up myspace and word document~
*hey get diagnosed with add so you can take HYPER DRUGS
*~kidding~

I have come to the conclusion that my best friend is better than yours.

so this is why I've been in such a bad mood lately!
I wonder if what I've got is the stomach flu. I think it is. Anyways
I have 26 word documents open and still have no idea what I'm going to send off.

Okay, I sent off the worst draft in the history of crap drafts. Mckey will eat me alive, because it sucks. I can even hear her over my shoulder, saying, "Jennifer is Tall knows that her drafts need to include more plotline and not just a brief moment, and her conclusions sound too much like a paraphrase."
I KNOW! Ugh. I can't send off what I want to. There's too much cursing. And the plotline still sucks.

so I think I know why I lost confidence as a writer. I TEND TO OVERPLAY ACTION because I think it sounds too corny. I'm going to practice, practice, practice on nanowrimo. :)

Face painting. A little girl said, "I really like your big beautiful brown eyes." D'AW!
Turns out this child had satanic prowess, but wutevs. I transformed her cute face into a cute face with paint on it~
Painting on the mural today was so much fun that I can barely wrap my head around it. These people, these people. I wish Christian would break up with his girlfriend and go out with Alyssa. I don't know if that's mean of me?
Seriously, I'm wishing for that SO HARD.

Well, if I found out one of my friends figured that the personal exploitation of murder was alright, then I would probably stop being friends with them.

I'm 182 centimeters.
Woh x)

GUIYZ I'M CREEPING OUT because my room has clothes all over the place and I don't have time to clean it up.
I.
Can't.
Turn.
Around.

 

 

But I'm gonig to another nineball performance here in a few hours! Yay, good times, good times. It just sucks that I have to wear what I'm wearing, because I HATE PANTS.