Inside my head

Kill your brother , he doesn't deserve to live!

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Sun, 18 Nov 2012 05:05:00 +0000

"Kill your brother, he doesn't deserve to live!"

That's the background conversation I'm hearing from Rosanne.

"Dude your drunk. Don't stay in the hotel with him. Noooo!"

"Was he weak in the knees?"

*Random Japanese*

.....Busted. She just read what I was typing.

"Omg, he's ontop of him. Disgusting. Then he stabs him. And he starts crying. No! You were suppose to kiss the other guy!"

Well that escalated quickly.

Hey everyone! Obviously I'm not alone on this end of the keyboard. Rosanne is reading a manga outloud. Well not really, she is just giving commentary on the important parts.

Alright she just told me off for blogging about her. So now on to the actual topic.

One of my favourite customers came into work again today (Erskine Grill - flipping burgers...) Like most of the guys that come in, he is some lonely old bachelor that likes the company of the girls that work in the store. Thankfully, unlike some of the others, he doesn't try to hit on me. His name is Al, and I can always recognize him because he is missing most of his left hand.

Whenever I ask him how he is doing, he always replies "I am extremely happy."

One day, after giving such response, he added "... you know I'm not actually extremely happy all the time, that's just my response"

And so I told him that it was the favourite part of my day, because the more you say it, the easier it is to believe it yourself.

Another one of my favourite customers is a heavy smoker. And every weekend he comes all joyous and asks for two packs of cigarettes. So one day I told him that it was painful for me to sell such a horrible drug to such a wonderful person. His response was something along the lines of "well it's a good thing you're cute."

You know, I love getting to know the regulars.But it's hard when I only work Saturday-Sunday. And this might sound weird, but I don't even mind when they hit on me. If they get too persistant, I just explain that I have a girlfriend :P

We weren't allowed to write a list poem...

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Fri, 16 Nov 2012 23:08:00 +0000

This afternoon I gave one of my teachers permission to stalk my blog. Now I know of a few teachers who have found it through my account, but he is trying to use google. All I gave him was "Inside My Head", and it's a blogger.

So if he succeeded, everyone say hi to Mr. McRae.

In other news, I learned a new word today: Bassackwards.

Which is a euphemistic spoonerism (that was the word I learned last week) for assbackwards.

Dictionary.com defines assbackwards as "in a manner incongruously or preposterously counter to what is customary, probable, or feasible"

Ahhh, how I spend my Friday nights.

Another interesting point from my day: Our writing prompt today in English was our favourite things. So I took it Sound o' Music style. I would sing this for you, but it would probably be lost in translation. And if you don't know the song, don't bother. I don't want you to ruin this for me.

Dresses on women
and warm cups of coffee

Smells of a rainstorm
and caramel toffee

Old uprights pianos with ivory keys,
These are a few of my favourite things.

That's all it is. But I really like the idea of this poem, so I might expand on this later. I see this as a poem that speaks volumes about my entire existence, not just what physical objects I like. Here, let me explain:

Dresses on women: .... Pretty self-explanatory. I like to look at women. Especially when they expect me to look at them.

Warm cups of coffee: Does anyone ask why the coffee is not hot? First of all, warm is a sweeter word that "hot". And I like to think of warm meaning it is not top priority, more like adding colour to a drawing.

Smells of a rainstorm: Nobody stops during a rainstorm to smell it, because there are usually other concerns. But after, you are free to stop and smell the roses, and enjoy what you have been through. In other words, I don't regret all of the issues I have dealt with in the past (more teen angst), because now I appreciate the present much more.

Caramel Toffee: The first girl that I would ever dare say that I loved was named Carmelle. Nuff said.

Old upright pianos with ivory keys: I have to admit, I feel guilty putting this line in. I definitely prefer my new Kawai grand piano to the upright upstairs, but that just wasn't poetic.

I usually don't dissect my poems like this, I just thought it was neat that each line almost had a double meaning. Maybe I will come back with a real poem.

Give me a break, it's Friday.

Yep. I am definately worried.

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Sat, 10 Nov 2012 06:55:00 +0000

So, I'm a little concerned about the history of my blog.

I have offically been running this blog for two years. Or more like walking it at the pace I've been going.

Two years ago I was such a different person. It is interesting to see how much I have matured. Also a bit scary.

I like the fact that I can look back a think ".... I really wasted my precious brain power on that crap" but I don't like that you as a reader can do that as well.

I think a lot differently now. Therefore I write a lot differently. (I also type a lot faster but that is besides the point).

*sigh*

Why do I bother coming to blogger? I've been on tumblr for quite a while now.... (it's weird that I don't want to affiliate with myself, but... )

Do you guys judge me? For changing? God it sucks being in highschool. As much as I fear the future, I am getting sick of the continuous growing up that I have to do. I know this is so cliche, but I hate looking back upon every year going "geez, you should have known better". I feel like as a claimingly intelligent individual, this should be unnessecary step to becoming an adult.

All my teachers keeps saying that I will flourish as a person in university. That that life will suit me better. That I should just look at highschool as "that awkward moment between birth and life".

Maybe I should just stick to posting poetry, because this is nonsense.

All this thinking of future vs. present is anxiety inducing. *teenage angst*

Although not entirely appropriate, this seems like a YOLO moment.

Essaies

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Thu, 11 Oct 2012 07:10:00 +0000

Hey guys. I'm back.

Mostly because I missed blogging.

A little bit because I seem to end up here whenever I'm trying to write essays. (I also tried to spell "essays" like "essaies" which is extremely ironically the verb to try in French which I also should be studying...)

Can I share? This is the start of an assignment for my Social 20-1 Class.... Feel free to opinionate on me :)

Revolutions develop a sense of nationalism by expanding on a collective consciousness shared by the people. In the example of the French Revolution, the collective consciousness was found within the people of the third estate, the lowest level in the three-class system in France. Similarly, the American Revolution consisted of the thirteen North American colonies amalgamating together to stand against and break free from the British Empire. In both examples, the revolutionaries were united through common values such as religious, political, linguistic, or social factors. Occurring during the Age of Enlightenment, each factor had a specific role in the development of nationalism in both the French and the American Revolutions.

The definition of The Enlightenment (as par with Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary) is “An 18^th century philosophical movement stressing the importance of reason and the critical reappraisal of existing ideas and social institutions, bringing about many humanitarian reforms.” Beginning with the reformations of views in areas such as science, philosophy, and politics, these new ideas swept through the societies across Europe and into North America. Memorably, The Enlightenment of the French Revolution culminated during its ideals of freedom and equality for all, founded upon the principles of humanitarian reasoning, appearing also in America with the United States Declaration of Independence and Constitution. Politically, it can be distinguished by the underlying emphasis on liberty, democracy, and republicanism, and to rid the governing powers of religious intolerance.

Yep. That's it. It's been like three hours..... Yesterday my teacher complimented me on how hard I had worked, and that she was impressed. I carefully pointed out I had written two and a half sentences in class of 1.5 hours. But on the whole I am impressed with myself. Except I am worried that although I able going to write a fantastic essay, she is more interested in the video (oh yeah, group project... did I forget to mention that? I claimed the writing part and then preceded to ignore them).

I miss blogging. I have a feeling you will be seeing a lot more of me now. But I must sign off because I have to be at school in seven hours and thirty minutes, and sleep is actually sounding appetizing tonight :)

Rant

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Thu, 28 Jun 2012 05:06:00 +0000

Well, I am officially done my sophomore year. I should be excited right? Two more years left and then I'm out of this shithole town. Isn't that what I have always wanted?

No.

When I'm at school, I know what's expected of me, and I do that. I can be whoever I want. I (for the most part) don't have to censor what I say in case it might accidently offend someone, and I can do what I want with me life. I am in control.

I feel like at home, I'm just expected to be. They don't know how to treat me, they don't know how or when to punish me for being a failer. They push me in the direction of succeed, but I would rather find the path myself. Everyone is so quick to judge around here... To be honest, when I'm at home, I sleep, because it's better than being awake.

Which is horrid. And I hate it. I just want to be back at school where everything is normal.

What the hell happens when I can't come back? I hate thinking about my future. The farthest ahead I am thinking is September because then I can go back to being me.

Sorry for the confusing post. I'm off to bed. I just needed to rant.

Why the hell do I blog?

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Thu, 07 Jun 2012 21:19:00 +0000

Why the hell do I blog?

That's an interesting question, you see. My sister thinks it just a public diary.... which it sorta is. I could never keep a diary though, because "nobody is suppose to read it".

I like to share my thoughts. I like to write without anyone expecting it to be any good. It's basically I type my exact thought patterns to a random place on the internet.

My blog is a mess right now. What evs.

I could actually make this post about something. But my brain is worn out. And I'm not here to impress anyone.

Oh oh oh the newest word in my vocabulary? Totalitarianism (I think that was it). In social studies of course.

Next thought bubble: So we are talking about human trafficking. And sex trafficking. Which is scary stuff. Why? Like smartin the fuck up world! Who lets this happen? I thought we are getting more civilized.

My mom told me that she suspects the neighbors marriage was a "male order bride" type situation. She and her daughter are from New Zealand, and she is quite a bit younger than he is. Currently, she is the only one earning income and I suspect she does the house work as well. Scary stuff.

That's really all the energy I have to talk about it, but I will let you know more as I'm learning about it! I can't believe I spend my life on the internet and the fact that there are more slaves now then ever has never even crossed my mind!

Sorry for the morbid topic, but it's nice to be informed of this terribleness once in a while. Makes you human.

Smile...

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Tue, 05 Jun 2012 06:51:00 +0000

.... Smile Jen, it's a new day.

It has been Tuesday for exactly 42 minutes. June 5th. 2012.

Why do days start at midnight? Nobody is awake then. Shouldn't the day start at 6:00AM?

Well, I suppose I am awake now.

I don't want to start my day.

Last time I was blogging at this time, I didn't want to go to sleep because I was happy.

I'm just worn out now. Tired of being tired. How do I fix that? I felt fantastic this morning.

I hate these dramatic swings.

Anyway, I took some "multiple intelligences" quiz for school. It told me I was strong in musical intelligence. No shit Sherlock. But my second level was intrapersonal.

Meaning I understand myself. Which is absolute bullshit. I have no idea who I am anymore. It's actually one of the topics I want to bring up with my psychologist. I love it in social class when we do opinions, because it is something I can be sure about. It has nothing to do with who I am. Just what I think.

I like to think. But not about me. Or my future.

I should sign off. This is getting more and more mentally derived.

Don't worry, I will come back on my next ungodly hour upstairs adventure.

Untitled

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Mon, 28 May 2012 23:23:00 +0000

I lay in the familiarity

But it brings me no comfort

My body begins to shake

With the devils inside me

Thrashing and tearing against the walls

That keep them trapped in my body

I breathe

But it does not satisfy my craving for oxygen

I cough, I gasp

But they will not let go

Held hostage to my own mind

My screams muffled by a closed throat,

I lay still, not wanting to breathe,

For it only makes it worse.

Breathing makes it worse.

A Poem?

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Sun, 27 May 2012 22:46:00 +0000

I watch as the bleached white thread swell and expand,

Metamorphosing into a dark red lagoon,

Yet another sterile cloth for comfort,

Soon to be penetrated by the river of darkness.

Flooding the gauze, flooding my mind.

Another wiped slate pressed upon my mistake.

Another.

Pressure.

Please.

Stop.

Why?

Save me!

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Sat, 26 May 2012 03:53:00 +0000

So, I originally came on blogger to work on my social activism blog. I swear on my grand piano. But I got mega frustrated because I couldn't figure out how to add an excel pie graph to my post. So I gave up. And now, unfortunately, I am here. Which is only unfortunate because I was trying to work on social to impress my teacher, but I don't have enough attention span. Oh well, I suppose I will have to settle for a mediocre student once again :(

But that is not the only reason I came here.

My dad decided to host a poker night tonight.

My gym teacher is currently sitting upstairs, drinking beer from my fridge, and getting his grimy hands all over my house.

It wouldn't be that big of a deal, teachers seem to frequent our house often, but he is one of the only teachers I can't stand. And even worse, he thinks I like him, which I don't.

I have asked all of my peers for advice on this issue and they said to lock myself in my bedroom.

Wireless internet + basement = hopefully not so horrible evening.

I orginally planned that if I never went upstairs, no one would associate me with this house.

Then I realized my face is plastered all over our walls. And tables. And shelves. So, that plan whent out the window.

Anyways I am not happy. So I shall bury myself in homework. Why am I such a try hard? It's not like it gets me anywhere....

Signing off!

Adorable

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Fri, 11 May 2012 03:59:00 +0000

Contrary to to title, I am going to begin this post with talking about my adventure today. Chapters! Here are all the books I bought (it won't let me put them side by side). I'm so excited! Even though I am not very happy with myself, because I know I will never have time to read them because I'm failing at being a nerd right now :(

Ok so back to the title. This year, I have taken up teaching piano, correct? Well, I love it. To the point where when I am having the worst day imaginable, spending an hour with my students picks me right up. I even forget I am getting paid to do it. I have no doubt in my mind that I would love to do this for the rest of my life. That in itself is causing a problem. My parents want me to go into medicine, not music. And I'm scared to death that I will get through 8 years of med school just to realize I like teaching piano more.

Oh and something else has come up....

I want to be a mother.

In the kind of way that if it was socially acceptable to get preggo and drop out of highschool, I would. I don't know what it is, but it's just somthing I think about alot. I would love to have a child of my own. I want to start a family. Even though I'm only 15.... Think about it. If I lived 200 years ago, that would be perfectly normal. So why is it so frowned upon today?

Now, don't worry, I'm not dropping out of school. I just don't know if I could postpone that through 8 years of university, plus another couple years to settle down.

My mom says there are alot of things you can only do when your single. But I don't care for travelling and it's not like I will suddenly be an old lady once I settle down.

I still think about that girl, I posted about a while ago. In the more run down area of town. Who, while I was selling chocolate bars door to door, came up and hugged me, and wouldn't let go. I should go find out who she is, and spend time with her. I know she was left alone with the neighborhood kids while her parents weren't home... it just breaks my heart. And to think of innocent children like that getting throw so hard into the real world...

Anyway that was my random ramble for the day. I'm exhausted from the day (oh btw, the gums where my wisdom teeth were removed are infected. Yay, more pills -_-)

TTFN

Game Over

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Thu, 10 May 2012 03:59:00 +0000

If Mario was your childhood, welcome to Game Over. Because Blogger loves to be closed minded, I am unable to post the video here, so hippity-hop over to my tumblr (more proof I have no social life) and check it out! I just learned it in the 20min I had after supper, so it's only a minute long. I do have all of the music for the game though, and as I learn it I hope to be posting!

Look at me posting twice in one day. God, what a try hard.

Until next time, Adios Amigos!

Plaid-ing it up!

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Wed, 09 May 2012 23:18:00 +0000

I am so disoriented.... because I just woke up!

Majorly screwing with my sleep patterns here.... It's not my fault!!! My body has gone into "OMG I THINK YOU NEED TO GET A MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIFE SO I AM GOING TO STRESS YOU OUT LIKE IT'S EXAM WEEK OR SOMETHING"

huh.

But here is the interesting part of this.

So, dreams are like the coolest thing ever right? As soon as I started taking Melatonin, my dreams got strangely vivid and remember able. I have learned one sad fact about myself though. Usually, my dreams are about school.

So pathetic.

But this is majorly screwing with my mind. Usually, ~~when I sleep at night~~ I dream about the next day. So then the entire day I have deja vu. Or I think I did things I didn't and so on and so forth. Pain in the ass.

But this afternoon I took two T3's (I was in pain. Damn wisdom teeth. Or lack thereof. Yay for going to the surgeon again for a checkup) which thankfully knocked me out for a couple hours, and I dreamed about the school day I just had.

It's all so confusing for my poor little developing brain.

That was not the point of the post. God I get distracted easily.

I cut my hair. So now I look like this....

Instead of this:

Trying to go a little more butch? Yeah, a bit. So I took my gay boyfriend to Walmart with me and bombarded the mens section. Because according to him girl's plaid just won't get my point across. The problem being I am a five foot one relative small built female. I guess I should learn to sew.

Anyway I need some of your guys' advice. A while ago, when I came out to my family (as bisexual), my sister (junior high) asked "Does that mean you like boys?" I nodded (I don't really, but it was all part of my act to bring the idea in slowly....) and added "and girls." Maybe she has forgotten, or just decided that was an unimportant event. But she has been pestering me with questions like "Why are you trying to look like a boy? What's with the mens shirts?"

No big deal. Those I can answer. But when she said

"Why don't you have a boyfriend? You're pretty enough for it"

That broke my heart. Maybe it's me not wanting to ruin her innocence. Or the fact that she looks up to me and I don't want that to change. Not that I would blame her, we grew up in a house that shunned the idea of gays.

Just something that's been on my mind.

Anyway that was it for now. I have a couple of drafts of post from when Blogger hated me, which probably contributed to the months and months I did not post.... So I might post those soon. But I shall leave the blogging world alone while I work on all this stuff that my body has decided is stressful enough to not sleep over. Geez. I swear I could divide everything into two: The things my mind does and the things my body does to screw with my mind. I was suppose to be signing off! I guess I need some more Blogging practice :) See ya!

My Social Assignment

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Wed, 09 May 2012 11:39:00 +0000

Yep, back to old habits and letting the boundries between my school life and my internet life merge.... enjoy by opinionated rant about the WTO!

Although once was called the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trades (GATT), this organization has come to be known by a name that makes mothers in third world countries quiver in their stockings… the WTO. Since the year of 1995, the World Trade Organization has stated that its goal is to increase international trade by lowering and removing trade barriers and to make trade more predictable. They portray themselves as heroes, saving the day by ridding the world trade of tariffs and subsidies. This ideal system is labelled ‘Free Trade’, and the WTO has granted itself the power to ensure that the terms of trade agreements are followed. As many 153 countries, with 30 pending, are members with this destructive force. The governments of these countries are putting their trust in this villain to effectively implant trade liberalization throughout the nations, as well as to resolve the disputes between them. Why is the WTO such a monstrous snot-licker? What is its weapon of choice? Read along to find out…

What I have drawn from my research is that the WTO seems to be full of a lot of fake promises. For example, they claim to be responsible for international confidence and encouraging good government. However, they seem to take no responsibility for the harmful decision they make that causes inequality between people of lesser developed countries. Who gave them the right to trample labour and human right laws, or destroy our environmental sustainability? Do transnational corporations have the WTO polishing their shoes?

If building country’s confidence levels is there claim to fame, then they should understand the Parker Brothers ‘Sorry!’ game. An unexplained amount of debt from a less-wealthy-to-begin-with country might send them back to start! Most children in the schoolyard have learned that a false sense of confidence can lead to disaster! In this case, a poor leader might be confident in his luck to draw a backup four, but end up backing up the importing levels due to a bad move on his part.

“We encourage good government” – well, I suppose this would be true, if you were so closed minded to think that the only government worthy of a gold star is the cookie-cutter democracy the larger nations have embedded into their history. Other governments have a potential of thriving, if only they weren’t beat over the head with a rolling pin, told to “be democratic”.

Did I mention the WTO is killing people? Although many speculate about 2012, the fact that the eight months of life to people around the world are being denied is inhumane. Like, wtf WTO? For example, in places such as South Africa and Thailand, they are being prevented from developing their own versions of AIDS drugs that can be sold at a fraction of the original price. Because this drug was developed in a U.S. pharmaceutical industry, they became all hoity-toity and upset that they were not making exorbitant amount of money off of Thais on their deathbeds. Kick them while they are down! Maybe while your over in their country beating them up, you will understand that the extent of the health emergency…. All of this hassle due to the fact that the WTO was not ok with Thailand putting up a chalk line trade barrier to protect itself from the raging HIV destroying thousands of lives. Maybe a little investigation first?

A game of Monopoly is no fun if the rich get richer, because it usually means the poor get poorer. Imagine if the WTO hovered over your family games night and ensured this happened?!?! In fact, the UN Development Program reports that the richest 20% of the world’s population consume 86% of the world’s resources while the poorest 80% consume just 14%. Now, the WTO attributes to this because they allow the richest to invest in the poor. And by invest I mean use cheap labour and low exploitation cost to destroy the country’s economy and make them more poor then they were before. This pulls down wages and environmental standards in developed countries that have to compete globally.

Have you ever heard of a company using child labor to lower manufacturing cost? How about companies that infringe on human rights in other countries where there is no one to stop them? Now, that is a big issue for an overseas country like Canada to try and help with. So instead, we do our share of good deeds by banning products made by these companies, giving them less profit and therefore less damage done. But of course, the WTO “saves the day” but crashing down the trade barrier, crushing Canada’s attempted act of compassion.

And if that isn’t bad enough, like everything else in our modern day world, the WTO is ruining environment sustainability. Although they are not like other companies, who litter our Earth with plastic bags or pollute the waterways. Instead, they target the people trying to make our world a better place. What better way to destroy the environment? For example, in 1993 the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) made a rule that required gasoline refineries to make cleaner gas in an effort to reduce air pollution. They were gracious, though, allowing five years for Venezuela and Brazil to get their act together before threatening to stop the trade. “But there must always be free trade!” according to the WTO, which forced the Clean Air Act to rewrite their standards, and allow citizens in the U.S. to be crippled by asthma and other health problems.

The WTO policies impact all aspects of society and the planet. So why are we letting transnational corporations inside access to the negotiations? If the WTO claims to be for the interest of the people, how would corporations influence that? As I recall, the goals of transnational corporations are to get as much money from as many people. The combining of these ends in chaos. For example US the Trade Representative relies on its 17 ‘Industry Sector Advisory Committees” to provide input into trade negotiations. Like Pokémon, having a powerful backup line with Charizard, Lapras, Gyrados, and Dragonite will overpower the cries of environmental concerns and human rights from a Magikarp, Zubat, and Metapod.

But until someone stands up to this force of evil, it will continue manipulating the world within its mighty hands. Perhaps a social studies class of grade 10 students will be able to make enough of an uproar to get the world’s attention. But for now, the WTO will continue to mask itself as a superhero, stealing candy from babies and medication from dying grandmother.

-By Jennifer Taylor

Suicide Note.

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Wed, 09 May 2012 08:37:00 +0000

(If the title scared you calm down..... and read on! I would like to point out I successfully got your attention! But I manipulated the topic.... ahh I'm going to hell anyway)

Dear blogging world, it has been so long! Even google has changed the set up, and won't let me back in to the comfort of it's familiarness...

I took a break from blogger, but now I am back, more mature and read to entertain you with needless, boring details of my life.

My current situation? Its..... 2:26 AM and I am sitting in our fish bowl of a deck, on my oh-so-not deserted blogger account. Moments ago, I heard a crack behind me, and whipped my head around to look through the glass doors.... only to discover that *when you are in a room that is light and look through a window into the night* YOU CAN SEE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!!

So I will type my final words to you as the murder outside loads his pistol and uses a bobbypin from his dreadlocks to pick the lock. Oh the joy.

Anyway, I have been speculating why a 15 year old girl is awake at this time in the morning (and no Rosanne, it is not just because I have internet!). Well you see, my clever doctors have been switching my meds around, coincidentally at the same relative time I had my wisdom teeth removed. Apparently combining Celesta, Prozac, and T3's gives you random bursts of energy in the middle of the night! It has been helping with my lack of ambition though.... 5 more English essays and a French project left to go! Oh and another reason would probably be this is like.... the happiest I have been in months and I don't want to waste it by sleeping!

If there is actually a murder outside, would this be a suicide note? Because I'm not bother to do anything about it....

Food for thought.

Speaking of food for thought! You should check out my social activism project! Yes! Charge, my minions!

That's about all I have to say, hopefully I will be inspired enough to come back. Help me out? Talk to me guys.

Bis bald! (Oh btw I took up German.... blah -_-)

Just an update!

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 22:20:00 +0000

Hey guys. I know. It's been an extremely long time since I have been here. But I'm not going to waste your time apologizing when it could be better spent reading about the pointless details of my life!

Woohoo!

Anyway, first order of buisness.... I have another blog!!

No, that does not mean I am ditching this one to ride on to the coat-tails of a more successful blog.... Actaully I'm not ditching this one at all.

It's a poem blog that me and a couple of my English class entourage invented where... we write poems!

So check it out!

Second order of buisness....

I had a little photoshoot done with me and my GRAND PIANO!!!! and other places. So if you would like to go check out some of the photos (and maybe comment so that I can get a free pring) that would be fantastic! =) =) =)

So check me out!

Oh and I'm sorry that this post wasn't really much of anything, but I will get back to posting when things settle down on this end of the world wide web!

Camping!

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Sun, 04 Sep 2011 23:31:00 +0000

Hello my faithful readers! Friends, acquaintances, and others. Guess where I have been!?!? How did you know? Yes I was camping. Now, most of the time it was really cold, but we had fun anyway! And guess what? We took pictures!

This is when we go over a bump and your legs bounce.

Obviously I was getting water in my mouth here. It sucked when that happened because you could scream or breathe or see or anything!

Look! It's me on water skis! It was really cold. Like

10 degrees Celsius! The lake was warmer than the air! So insane!

Anyway my mom took a video of my uncle and I. I'm the one on the right screaming. Enjoy (when I do figure out how to put video on....)

=) =) =) Thanks for reading! You guys are my favourite!

Aunty Who???

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Sat, 27 Aug 2011 17:55:00 +0000

Yay!!! I'm back! I promised to be back a long time ago.... but now I am!

this is the picture she picked
out of herself....

Would you like to meet my Aunt? Of course you would! She is here being my spell checker! Please note that I cannot spell, I use spell checker. (Note, this keyboard sucks!)

If you didn't clue in, she is going to be adding her comments in bold! How creative! Fine-I won't use BOLD if that's OK with Y'all. I will use the always creative underline!!

Ok a few questions for you. Where are you from? Tough one. Let's see.... (as she sighs a huge sigh) Do I mention God now or later? Hmmmm?? Really...let's just say I'm from Edmonton, Alberta (for your non-geog buffs)

........

Ok. So you are visiting me and my family for a while.... what do you do around here? Well, first...

Mwahahaha she ran away to get reading glasses! I have the keyboard to myself!

So I shall introduce her a bit more. She is the twin sister of my father! Yes.... identical -_-

Back to the question. What do you do around here? Ahhhhh!!!!-Can't leave her for one minute without her running amok (look it up).Back to my comments.... hmmm.....First, it's my family too.. as \i can prove...see her note on the Twin thang! Note: keyboard still sucks so \i will not be correcting my \i. Live with it! On the twin deal... identical? as much as a penguin is identical to a giraffe. I am the penguin) Wait.. what was the question? What do \i do around here?...I ....hmm...weed.. OH! not that kind....you know grass.... OH not that kind either. OKAY, so, I like to garden and J's mom has not had time to pull out the bad plants (called weeding). I am not going to comment on the judgemental nature of bad vs good plants. See God reference above). Done.

Took you long enough!

Not much to respond to... hmm... I could sing you a song

Give me that keyboard back! I've had enough of your....

What was that? Some/////////She stole the laptop and pretended to be me. What is this? I am speechless.

(in reference to comments from my Uncle) I am peachless.

AHA HA HA

That was her! She wasn't underlined!!!!! Pretending to be me! How dare she!

She dares she double dares!!. What is this world coming to....I was going to say that we had a good laugh all round.. \(J says the farm) Moo Moo cluck!

Ok time to sign off. My Aunt has to go weed. (Weeding godd vs evil ) Amen! Great typo, eh?

Oh loving Internet.

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 01:47:00 +0000

Or.... just because I'm a
loner with no life

I'm baaaaack! It's been like... eternity since I've been here! Oh my Internet friends, I'm sure you all are disappointed in me. In fact, I am disappointed in myself. So disappointed, that I wrote a poem to show my feelings.

I'm kidding.

I didn't actually.

But that's what improv is all about!

Oh how I yearn,
for my steady hands on the keyboard.
Typing out my thoughts,
(that no one ever reads anyways).
But guess what?
I am back, refreshed,
proving to you that I actually do have a life.

Not too shabby!

So, what has kept me so busy that I am unable to spare a minute to let you know I'm still alive? Well, I haven't been that busy...

First, I had exams.

Blah.

I was a complete and utter mess. And then it turned out to be pointless... I did alright, I guess.

THEN I got to go to fiddle camp.

As a keyboard accompanist. Because I suck at the fiddle. Because the violin for dummies book IS REALLY COMPLICATED =/

My favourite part you may ask? Sitting on the roof in the middle of the night playing card games. Awww yeah! Oh and swimming in the creek.

So a quick summary on fiddle camp; I got 20 hours of sleep over 6 day, I had a lot of fun, and I didn't want to leave.

I got home and I slept. And I slept some more, and I slept some more. The first day home, I slept 19 out of 24 hours!

Then, last week I was at family camp. With my G-ma and G-pa (I feel so gansta). Fun? Yeah. I felt like kind of a loner though, I didn't really DO much. Well, I will update you more on that later.

And now I'm home. And finally ready to return to the world of the Internet. So hello, my friends! Good to see you again! I hope you don't hate me for deserting you.... I didn't mean to! TTFN!!!! (ahhh good ol' winnie the pooh)

Euphobia

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 16:19:00 +0000

Euphobia is the fear of good news.

Seriously? Fear of good news? Who could possibly be scared of good news?

I would totally understand fear of bad news. That makes sense to me. But good news? What has our society come to?!?!

I can't think of a single person that this would happen to.

Well, that's about all I have one that topic.

So....

You know what I love???? Clocks that the second hand doesn't tick. It just continuously circles without stopping at every single friggen second. Do you know how cool that is? I'm looking at one right now. It is just gliding around in circles.... being all cool with its "just keep moving" catch phrase. Awesomeness. Right there. Don't you just love being awesome?

Now I shall introduce you to my friend Aaryn. Aaryn say hi!

Aaryn: Are you serious?
Me: Yeah...
Aaryn: You've got to be kidding me (rolls her eyes)
Me: *laughing*
Aaryn: Maybe I don't want to be a fran.... to the world of blogger
Me: How the hell do you spell fran-chi-se
Aaryn: F-R-A-N-C-H-I-S-E-D
Me: wow you're smart
Aaryn: (with heavy sarcasam) S-M-R-T

I shall now give up my faithful keyboard to my friend. Be nice to her! (the bold are my comments that I added later)

Hello? Is anybody out there? Of course there are. So, I'm Aaryn... as Jenny said. That's not my name!!! PS i get to call her Jenny 'cause i've known her since like grade 2, so i think i've earned that right. No! I don't let her! She does anyway! New topic... I ride horses... I'm in grade 9... I'm 15.... no you're not this summer! Well I guess you are right there. I might go to Quebec this summer.. *fingers crossed guys* I think that's all you need to know.. I want to learn French, German, and how to speak 'boy'. Ahaha. Haha. Haha. Now that's a bit of an overload.. but i feel it's worth pursuing, especially the 'boy' language.. .imagine how i'd fair in their world...like, you becoming a boy?!?! then again, it's probably a life-time length course, so i don't think i'll end up taking it! :p ..... and might be taught by Campbell.... can you imagine? (blah... =S) that's about it... so i'll hand you back to Jenny, ~~Jenny~~ Jennifer and thanks?! For reading her rant about nothing.

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!

A few more things: I want to travel ALL OVER THE WORLD!! Just so that i can actually get away with singing 'I've Been Everywhere' in my own personal version... including: all over Canada, all over Europe (especially France, Germany, Switzerland.... to be continued...) I don't think anyone really cares....

OK THAT"S IT THE BELL RANG WE HAVE TO GO!

Jabborwocky!

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Wed, 15 Jun 2011 23:59:00 +0000

Yes, I'm doing another blogging challenge. I shall succeed this time! I promise you! The person I'm doing it with (yes, I have mentioned her before!) is Stephanie over at What's So Random. The challenge is you have to blog out your name (starting today!) I'm doing Jennifer so... today is J!

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

This is the poem is by Lewis Carroll, even though Jabberwocky just actually means gibberish. Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Sound really creepy. So there is some literature for you. Just another hump day. Last Wednesday of the school year!

And then I met my husband

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 00:26:00 +0000

I just wanted to confuse you with the title. Actually, I'm kidding it does have something to do with what I'm going to talk about.

Yes. I'm in high school.

NO! I'm not married! You sick pervert!

Naw, you know, it was just an average Monday.

EXCEPT

In English class, we were talking about Shakespeare. I know. I could barely breath I was so excited. And... oh wait I guess I have to give you an idea about my English teacher.

She's a newbie (well not that new... just rather young) and is one of those types of personalities that gets excited about English. I never would've guessed an English teacher would get excited. About something as boring as English. Coming from the me, who spends her Monday evenings blogging, I guess you can chose whether or not to actually listen to me rant about English.

Anyway going on. She's also blonde. Not that that should matter, but it does. Idk why. I don't care now, but at the beginning of the semester I was a little skeptic.

So, she was going on and on about "way back then" going to see a play was like now a days going to see a movie. Then she started to go on about how when she was young she would watch romantic movies all the time and her and her friends would day dream about true love and knights in shining armour. She concluded her rant by staying "And then I met my husband."

So I turn to my friend beside me and say....

wait for it

this is the punch line for the entire story

I'm pretty sure she's married to an accountant.

Ok, maybe you don't think that's funny. Maybe you had to be there. But I thought it was funny! Ahhh LA is so much better with my own commentary.

5 Question Friday! Woot Woot!

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 23:14:00 +0000

I found a new challenge to do!!! Mwahahaha! And it's even like my last one-ish. No no no not my last challenge but what I used to do... ya you get the point.

Before I start that though, I would like to welcome all my new followers! I was so happy, I went on my blog (not during LA class or anything.... pfft no!) AND I HAVE 30 FOLLOWERS!! I was soooooo happy! I was like squealing a jumping around and... and.... then everyone was looking at me so I stopped. Yeah....

Not like it's a big deal or anything.

Ok, its a big deal.

A really... really big deal.

SO anyways this thingy... I will answer 5 questions every Friday from this blog where she gives me questions (here!!!) I think it's a she.... all bloggers are shes to me. Unless they like specify.... so yeah....

1. How close to your childhood dreams is your life now?

Well, some people still consider me a "child" (as if!!! who would say something like that!) (I got called a little kid today =/ I mean she was in Grade 12 and she was like "sorry anyone younger than grade 11 is little to me..... oh she did because she swore and then... yeah) I love brackets... they follow my thought patterns. ANYWAY when I was little I really wanted to be a farmer. I know, right? It's insane. Me. A farmer. Wtf.

Yeah my thoughts exactly. And until I was like 10 too. Embarassing. Then a vet, which was much better. Than a doctor, which is like current. I'm too lazy to decide it more. Honestly, I will most likely change my mind between kinds while I go to EIGHT YEARS OF UNIVERSITY.

2. What is one must have item for the summer?

Hehehe well a bikini. I LOVE TANNING ahahaha yeah. I'm like brown already and its been above zero for a month. Short shorts. Stuff like that.

Ok that will give you the wrong impression of me. I'm not slutty like that ok? I'm a geek. Remember that!

3. Do you have your kids stay up on school stuff during summer vacation? (Or, if you don't have kiddos, did your parents make you keep up on school stuff during summer?)

I love to learn... hehe btw I'm still this kid. I learn whatever I want. Because I'm a nerd. And I love school. And science....

4. Do you can or freeze fresh produce?

Yeah, like everything. Peas, beans, peaches, applesauce, carrots, pickles, and like on and on and on

5. Do you get ready for the day first thing in the morning?

Yeah cause I have school. OH I LEARNED SOMETHING A WHILE AGO! So this one day me and my friends we talking to this friend of ours (I know, I go so in depth) and we were like "why would anyone even wear a g-string? Like uncomfortable much! And she was like "well when you wear sweatpants"..... apparently so you don't have panty lines. Really. I thought sweat pants were casual.

I learned that day that it is expected of you to where a g-string when you wear sweatpants. I see. Jeans for me!

Houston, We Have a Problem...

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 13:22:00 +0000

Ok so I have a major dilemma! Maybe all my dedicated viewers can help me out...

So, for LA, we have to read this book. Ok well I have to read it. We had a choice of like six books, and I thought this one would be kind of interesting cause it's all about this guy that is like a juvenile delinquent. Now, I'm reading along and inside my head I was thinking "Wow, this book is so.... easy. They spell everything out for you" So I started making a commentary as I read this book. It will say something like "The water was cold. I had to keep swimming because or else I would freeze" The whole time I was thinking "Die you stupid boy that doesn't know how to live die! Because that makes sense, if you don't know how to live die! But no, a spirt bear has to come and attack you and kill you, but before your dead he will probably save you. But I'm just to tired of hearing about you die so 'hello spot under my bed'

I have no interest in reading this book. PLUS to make matters worse on the cover it says 'K&E English', which in our school is like the kids that struggle with regular school work. Great. And I was put in this group. Fantastic. fml

NOW my actually dilemma is I'm reading this book:

AND IT IS FANTASTIC! I CAN'T STOP READING IT! But I need to finish my novel study before June 17th.... BUT EVERYTIME I PICK UP A BOOK I HAVE TO READ THIS ONE! So I have no idea what to do. HELP?!?!?!

More Havoc.... AHHHHH Day 59

noreply@blogger.com (Jen) — Mon, 06 Jun 2011 19:06:00 +0000

AHHH I'm almost up to two months!!! NO!!!!! oh well.... I suck at stuff like this...

Well I was going to post about how bored I have been in math class and I make drawings like this...

Yep... not that I can draw or anything...

Here I am displaying a stick man
jumping a Christmas tree, a stick
man waving through a door, the
view that I had (the red is my hair,
the green is my legs) and something
else....

MY FAVOURITE GREEN MONSTER
DRIVING A SHOPPING CART!

BUT THEN SOMETHING ACTUALLY HAPPENED!!!

Ok I have to explain something first. My TA (teacher advisory) teacher is the cosmo teacher. So she's pretty cool. Now we have this thing called flex where you have half an hour in the middle of the day to do whatever you want. But you have to tell your TA where you're going. But my TA is so cool that instead of actually telling her I text her. So yes, she has my number and I have her's. It's not actually that creepy...

ANYWAY so I get this phone call from her and she's like "I need your help my sister's kids are here and they need a babysitter because we are going to grad."

Now inside my head I was like "oh crap I've really never babysat anyone before but I don't really want to say no because you know it's like my teacher and obviously they're freakin cause it's last minute"

But I said: "Ok sure" what the hProxy-Connection: keep-alive
Cache-Control: max-age=0

l right? I'm smart enough, it's like problem solving. I'm good at that.

Yep, I will just keep telling myself I'm smart I will figure it out

^^^That isn't me being narcissistic, it's me trying to have

self-confidence...

Anyway, I had 3 kids to take care of. A six year old, a three year old, and a 5 month old. Oh my freakin god. Now when my teacher was picking me up she was all like "when Anna said you were a good babysitter"

Anna's kid is 10. I'm fantastic with 10 year olds. I didn't tell here that was the only babysitting I had ever done.

Oh well. I'm smart, I will figure it out.

Did I mention that the kids grandma is also a teacher in the school? I really didn't want to screw up.

I get there and everyone was running around doing last minute preparations for grad and every time I touched the freakin baby he cried and I was embarrassed and they were probably thinkin "what the hell are we doing leaving the kids with this girl?" but luckily the grandpa was planning on staying home anyway so if the kids were screaming to much he would come down for backup.

Image from here

So as soon as everyone left he scooped the baby for like 30 min cause I was overwhelmed and then I just played with the kids. Then he came back down and I figured everything out. I was just so scared that the baby was gonna shit and then I would have to try and figure out how to change a diaper... Not really what I wanted to experiment with. Especially with other little kids running around.

So I was doing fine until it was time to get the kids out of the bath tub. The problem was every time I tried to put the baby down in his rocker seat thingy (what the hell do you call that?) he would cry. Now I know crying is suppose to mean something, but then when I picked him up and shoved a soother in his mouth he would shut up. So then I told the kids to get dressed and I couldn't really help them cause I was holding the baby. Whatever they were self-sufficient. ish.

Now it was getting late, so I was going to read the kids each a story and then they could go to sleep right? Well, it happened that at that same time the baby needed to be feed. This is where the havoc was, because the baby kept crying and bottle was leaking and that kids both wanted a story so I was trying to read "Morton the Magician" which has small print and lots a writing, so I was making it up because I didn't really have the patience to read the entire book. Oh and the girl had to hold it for me cause I don't have enough hands. Then I actually read the other book because it had like 6 sentences.

Image from here

Then I sent the six year old girl to the bedroom where she was going to sleep and the boy was suppose to sleep on the couch. But the girl was in tears because she couldn't sleep without her stuffy and the boy was crying because he missed his nana and the baby was crying because I was still trying to feed him. So my problem solving skills included sending the boy off to the bed room so they wouldn't be so lonely. Well, that wasn't really my idea, it was the little girls but I will take credit for it. After telling them to be quiet like 4 times they fell asleep. I carried the baby around for like 10 mins, then I finally clued in that if I put him in his bed then he would fall asleep. I know, I'm not too bright at these things.

So I felt bad about what a horrible job I did taking care of the kids so I started to clean up. Who doesn't like to come home to a clean house, right? When I would babysit Anna's kid I would always wash the dishes in the sink. After a while I began to think she would leave dishes in the sink just for me.... anyway all the toys were cleaned up and the water in the bathroom and all that stuff so I decided to dry off the Lego blocks they were playing with in the tub. So I'm doing that and then the person comes home and she's like "don't worry about washing blocks"

Cause that's what it looks like I'm doing. Washing the freakin toys.

So I tried to explain to her that they were using them in the tub and I was just trying them, not washing them.

Oh well, it's a little more cash in my pocket and I didn't embarrass myself too much.

I don't think so anyway.