Jenna's former blog. It will still be here, but she will not be here.
I wish I had musical talent. My uncle was in a (new wave) band, my dad was a singer, my grandma's cousin sings and plays multiple instruments, and my grandparents on my mom's side could both dance (okay, it's not technically musical talent). WHERE DID THOSE GENES GO?
I have no grace, I can barely keep a beat, and I gave up on guitar after 6 lessons. I have no will-power or passion to keep me interested in something. I am extremely surprised that I even post to this thing as often as I do.
Danny, you better not say anything like "just pick it up and start playing." That's not how it works for me. Even if I like doing something it can be very hard to get myself to do it. I guess I'm just
that lazy.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch.
I've been using Manda's camera again.
I needed a coaster, so I made one. (excuse the bad quality, I didn't realize I made the picture so small)
When you set it to take night pictures, the camera makes people look like ghosts. It's neat.
Want to know what I heard in homeroom? Cyrus is now the singer of Fat Kid Running.
Did they finally get rid of the asshole known as Ben? Not that it matters.