Are you restless like me?

I'm 16.

First things first, birthday movie outing is postponed.

My neighbor (not the emo guy) put up Christmas lights for the first time since he moved in, about 3 years. They're just a little pathetic, But in a good way, it made me smile. It's like Charlie Brown's tree. I love holiday decorations.

There's a house up for rent around the corner from me. It's cute and perfect, I want it.

As I looked at other people's stencils (www.stencilrevolution.com), I realized I'm really not doing Alex Kapranos justice with my silly, blurry, exaggerated stencil. But what can you do, eh? I'm not nearly as talented or experienced as some of those guys.
I must plug emdese. That shirt is simply amazing. And then there's ghostpatrol. I'm in awe. Their galleries are full of great stuff. If I weren't saving my money for an ipod (donations are welcome) I would spend it on shirts from them.

Speaking of my bjaipod fund, I now have $134.60, I think I could have my $150 by the end of the week. I wonder if my parents would get it for me early? Seeing as it's supposed to be my Christmas present, they might not want to get it a month early.

The new Green Day cd is growing on me.

It's a go on the birthday movie outing. Now details have to be decided upon. Main dilemma: meine Mutti thinks two movies is too long, so Shawn of the Dead or Garden State? I really want to see both of them, but I think Shawn of the Dead is more party-appropriate. I should be making phone calls sometime tomorrow.

As for the current holiday, my thoughts are as follows: yum, I'm tired. Everyone enjoyed my revival of the awards. When my cousins and I were younger we would hand out awards for most turkey eaten and such, Thanksgiving things. This year I made them but for things like being the latest or doing the most shots. Of course, everyone who didn't get one was sore about it so I kept making more. The last minute ones were for things like most complaints about not getting an award or doing the least work. My cousin said I should get one for worst award giver.

I received a jean jacket, a shelf/cupboard thingy that's cooler than it sounds, and $20 as gifts. Also some neat ties that weren't really a present just a donation.

I am hoping this weekend will be a crafty one, I at least want to get Lay-law-knee's shirt done.

Tschau.

I wake up just in time to hear my dad bellowing and my sister sobbing and running to her room.

This happens about three times a week now. I don't know, maybe my brother helped keep peace some how, I wish I could.

I just heard a door slam.

Happy fucking Thanksgiving.

Turkey + presents = this weekend.

I wrote part of an entry today in alg. 2, hold on, I'll get it.

Ok, here goes.
I want to keep Stephany's emo glasses. People keep looking at me like they're trying to remember if I ever wore glasses before. It's fun.

I can't wait until school is over for the day (this was written at around 12:40). I simply adore four day weekends. Okay, so I love any weekend, but four days off, turkey, and presents make this one very special. And that brings us to the matter of my sixteenth birthday (this Sunday). While looking through the newspaper in journalism I saw that both Garden State and Shawn of the Dead are playing in Milpitas at the "cheap seats" for only $3.50. I'm thinking we shove ourselves in my mom's van, see the movie(s), then maybe head to the food court. We can bring our own candles or something. [end pre-written entry] Comments anyone? I believe the people that actually read this are some of the few that would be invited, except for my stalker and any others who lurk. Just call, email, or send me a telepathic message.

My brother is "home for the holiday." He thought he'd be sleeping in my bed, hah, what a fool. My mom made banana bread and pumpkin bread.

Three cheers to Danny for being the first person to give me a birthday present. I spent it already. Oops.

And now for some friendly plugging.
http://appleo.blogspot.com -Leilani
http://lostinbliss.blogspot.com -the Joey
http://jennasgreatlover.blogspot.com -Holger

Come sail away.....

Oh, it's you, yuck. Just kidding.

Hello there.
Today I almost cried, partly because my stomach hurt, partly because math is just that boring, and partly because of something else.

Aha! I found out what that word I mentioned a few posts back about giving personality to inanimate objects was. Personification. Wow, Jenna, that's so obscure, I would have never figured it out.--That was me being sarcastic to myself.

I tried to actually trace pictures to make stencils. It doesn't work very well. If I made Lani's shirt with one of my attempts at tracing Alex it would look like she had a creepy emo cartoon character on it. However, I made good progress on my pig=yum stencil. I need a light pink shirt now. My sister will hate it, along with her crazy herbivore friends. The little piggy is so cute.

Yay. This blog is single handedly making bloggers out of my friends.

Note: YOU ALL MUST HAVE MY NAME IN YOUR USERNAME. That means Joey has to get a new one or something.

In German Joey made a point of speaking very loudly about my new-found stalker and this creepy anonymous blogging business. Subtle. It was pointed out to me that Salim was staring in our direction during all of this. Now, unless he was looking at the air conditioner vent, I had reason to feel very uncomfortable. No matter who it is, I hate when people stare at me.

You know what sucks? Creepy guys from the library and guys who follow people from store to store think I'm attractive enough to approach, but the guys my age (or close enough) that I'm interested in don't even notice me. Okay, that's enough of that topic, shall we move on? I think so...

I have a nice older brother. Even though he stole my calculator.

Shit. I'm supposed to write my editorial.

Auf wiedersehen.

By request, my song for Stephany:

(to the tune of "Somebody Told Me" by The Killers)
Somebody told me
Today is your birthday
Hope it's a good day
Now I have to get you a present
I'll probably make it
It'll probably take me
Awhile, awhile, awhile

-by your's truly (Except whoever jennahasmyheart is, I'm not theirs.)

It's weird being stalked, usually I'm the one stalking.

Damn, I hope it's a joke.

This weekend I got a bed and my sister got a hole in her face. We're both happy about it. Clarification: Manda got a labret piercing.

I can't help myself, I know it's just going to upset me but I do it anyway.

Sorry, I'm not going to clarify that one.

I'm supposed to be finding an idea for an editorial right now but I can't think of one. When I'm done with this one I'll look around for something newsworthy.

I had a bunch of things I wanted to write about earlier, I forgot them all now. I knew I should have written them down.

I'm posting from my new bed in my new room. Well, the room is new to me.

"comes with no reply, hold on too tight, hang on every word"

That was my emo song quote of the post.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHANY!!!

I can't remember if I spell her name wrong or not, oh well, I like y's better.

Bye, y'all.

Yay. Everyone has to go see the play tomorrow night. It's great. Very funny. I knew my sister was good, but I didn't know she was that good.

Okay, enough bragging about my sister's debut. But the play is great.

Mmmm...ice cream pie.

So, I got home after school today and didn't even think about my homework. Then, when I got to the school for the play I realized I hadn't done any of it. I thought, "I'll do it at lunch." When I got home I finally remembered: tomorrow's a minimum day, no lunch. Can you guess who won't be dressing for p.e. tomorrow? Damn me and my procrastination.

My dad's watching a show about Prince Harry in Africa visiting people with aids, they have to put captions so you can understand what he's saying with his crazy British accent. Er seiht gut aus.

Check out the local section of today's Daily Review.


Oh, before I go, my wishlist:
-Glitter
-Spray Paint
-Blank T-Shirts
-Pretty Fabric
-Ribbon
-Beads
-Ipod
-Jewelry
-anything pretty and/or sparkly

I wrote a song for Stephany.

It's 9:25 p.m. I should not be in bed. But I am. It's warm.

On the weekend I'm full of energy and I find things to do. Once Monday rolls around I'm deadweight. I watch the home shopping network. I put off my homework. I don't even turn on my laptop. The only reason I'm on now is because it's too early to sleep. Oh, sleep, how I love thee. I wish you could be more aware when you're sleeping so that you remember sleeping and how comfy and warm it was.

That axe deoderant stuff almost killed me in German today. It's toxic.

I wish I could pull the lethargy out of me, put it under a tire, and drive over it, multiple times. Yeah, I don't even have my permit.


Yay for Betty Crocker dinner-in-a-box thingies. Sehr gut.

Signing off.

I found my duct tape. I think my dad was hiding it from me. It was on top of the fridge, behind the cookies. Why would it be there? He won't admit to it.

The first three days of my three day weekend have been productive. On Thursday I had my hair cut, bought a very pretty shirt, and searched for my driving cap to no avail. That night a started a project. Friday I knitted some and worked on my project. Today I went to Thrift Town. I think I'll start a new paragraph for this.

First, we found a prime parking spot, right by the door. Then, as soon as I walk to the "girls" section, I find the thing I came there for. I now have the shirt that will supply the donor collar for Leilani's shirt. I didn't go just for the shirt though, I continued to browse. I found the suitcase and sign pictured below. Later I found a beautiful burgundy corduroy jacket that closely resembled the $30 one I saw at Kohl's. I finished off my purchases with crayon earrings and a Third Eye Blind cd. I was very happy. That sign has to be the coolest thing ever.

I'm almost done with my project. I know I should be working on Lani's present, but I was inspired. I also have to get around to Carolyn's purse and burning an ever increasing list of cd's for people. And Christmas is coming up and I'm not buying anyone anything, I don't think. So you're all getting homemade crap. Beware.

I think I'm going to try making wallets next. And stamp-style stenciling. I also would like to make some sort of facial scrub or bath soak or something. Something that smells nice.

Coming soon: birthday present wish-list.

This is my new suitcase. Its actually a peachy color, but I didn't bother to turn the flash on. It's in really good condition and has the key for the locks. No more backpack stuffed with clothes for sleepovers and trips. 

I got a light. It says party. That's what it looks like turned on. 

use your real eyes
to realize
that these are real lies
-that one kid at the sun gallery

I think that's was it, it was the end of a poem someone read tonight. I had fun.
I'm glad Manda made me go. Her pictures looked cool, all alone on the board thingy. Very artsy.

I like misprinted and extra t-shirts for $1.25. I got a family reunion one, a student council one, one with random numbers, and another one that says really tiny on the front "nosy little fucker aren't you?" The writing is about the size of a dime all together, looks like a stain from far away. I love it.

I think I should go to bed now.

Inoo does "Vindicated" better than Chris Carraba.

My jeans tried to kick my wallet out of their back pocket for the third time today, the traitors. They don't seem to like it very much. Oh, my laptop and the desktop and printer are on good terms now, they patched things up.

Apparently I tend to give personality to inanimate objects. I think we learned a vocabulary word that meant that or something like it, nevermind, I don't remember.

The new issue of Haypress came out today, and so did Lauren, *giggle*. I started highlighting the mistakes, so far I've counted 22 on three of the four pages. It should end up with less than last time, 39. What am I going to do with all of these edited newspapers?

I was hoping Silence Day would be quieter, it wasn't. My school is loud.

I remember seeing The Killers live last April, I think it was. They played with my love, Stellastarr*. Even though it was just Manda and me, some of the time just me, it was a great show that I hope I'll always remember. Brandon Flowers (The Killers) has a lot of "flair" while he performs. And Shawn Christensen (Stellastarr*) has such an amazing voice, and is really nice to look at. The Killers' cd hadn't come out yet so I didn't know all of their songs, but I knew a few and when I listen to the ones they played I can picture everything almost exactly. I love that feeling. Shows are really good when they leave a visual impression to go with the music. I hope to see The Killers, Stellastarr*, and Franz Ferdinand again soon. In fact, that would be a spectacular show right there, maybe add Muse or Modest Mouse in there for something new.

This just in: three of those five bands are playing together, Not So Silent Night. Craziness.

Who wants to give me $30 to see a concert? ......Anyone? You know, my birthday is coming up....22 days.....

Finally, a day I actually kind of enjoyed. I'm not going to bore everyone (er..myself) with a recap, but here are some highlights:
-We wrote mock features in beg. journalism.
-Alg. 2 was not so horrible, Ms. Schick thought I did my homework again. We did these fun little triangle pattern things. I also came up with some ideas for journal covers.
-In German 2 we translated some random story Erker wrote about a squirrel, it was funny. And we got to write silly sentences on the board.

The chicken and biscuit "homestyle bake" thingy is very good, but it's pretty much chicken soup thickened with cornstarch and biscuits on top. Oh well, it came in a box.

That kid is adorable.

I'm all out of Halloween candy.

I should, finally, be moved into my new room by the time the weekend is over. I'll at least have a bed in there.

I leave you with this;
Cheer up, emo kid!

The people at Hayward High are so fucking smart. In case you didn't catch it, that was sarcasm. Their stupidity amazes me, it really does. It's 58 degrees outside, that's cold for this area, and they're wearing tank tops and flip flops. We are not in Southern California, you are not on The O.C., stop being stupid. And that's just the beginning. I know every highschool has its drama, but I can't imagine that there would be that many people as crazy as well, Carmen. Is that considered slander? Nah. She, damn, I can't even explain it. Two reasons: one, I wasn't there and don't know the whole story; and two, it's too stupid, it would probably hurt your head.

On to other things. I wish I could give up food. I don't particularly like anything anymore. What the hell is wrong with me? Nothing is worth the effort, not even food. I'm surprised I'm even writing this. I guess it's better than doing homework. I hate feeling apathetic.

How about some good things? -Halloween was very fun, the whole weekend was great. -Saw was a very good, very creepy movie. -Someone I know is now very happy, which makes me happy. -I am making a journal, an actual book-like journal, hardbound and fabric covered. -I will be 16 in about 24 or 23 days.

Feel free to donate to the Buy Jenna An IPOD Fund, a.k.a. the BJAIPOD Fund. Cash only please, for more information contact your nearby Jenna.

On a closing note, do not, I repeat, do not talk about Bush near me, whether for or against.

Farewell.