Are you restless like me?
Jenna's former blog. It will still be here, but she will not be here.6/08/2005
Green hair and pearls.
Got my yearbook. There's a farmer on the cover, looking out at his barn and some hills. Creative, right? Because it's only our mascot and all, who would have thought of putting one on our cover?
Susan wasn't reserved to be the first to sign it this year. It feels weird. I miss having a best friend, especially having a best friend who happened to be your neighbor, along with her sister and another pair of sisters who got along great with you and your sister. We were so damn close. It makes me miss eighth grade. I remember riding to school everyday in my mom's minivan, the six of us filled it. We'd blast The K.G.B. or Dexter Danger, talk about the concert coming up that weekend, embarrass my mom by bouncing the van around at stop-lights.
Then came highschool. I could tell after just a few weeks that things were changing, permanently. Actually, I could tell even at orientation, before the whole thing started. It felt a little different.
It's only been 2 years, and everything is different.
But it's okay now, I guess. I just really miss having that person who'd always go with you, the one who'd meet you after every class, the one who'd fill a whole page in your yearbook. This year Susan barely filled a corner.
Until I find another person who I can be that close to, I'll keep myself occupied with all my little dorky things.
And now I'll go to bed excited about getting away from the place that's constantly reminding me how much people change.
6 more days of class.
Susan wasn't reserved to be the first to sign it this year. It feels weird. I miss having a best friend, especially having a best friend who happened to be your neighbor, along with her sister and another pair of sisters who got along great with you and your sister. We were so damn close. It makes me miss eighth grade. I remember riding to school everyday in my mom's minivan, the six of us filled it. We'd blast The K.G.B. or Dexter Danger, talk about the concert coming up that weekend, embarrass my mom by bouncing the van around at stop-lights.
Then came highschool. I could tell after just a few weeks that things were changing, permanently. Actually, I could tell even at orientation, before the whole thing started. It felt a little different.
It's only been 2 years, and everything is different.
But it's okay now, I guess. I just really miss having that person who'd always go with you, the one who'd meet you after every class, the one who'd fill a whole page in your yearbook. This year Susan barely filled a corner.
Until I find another person who I can be that close to, I'll keep myself occupied with all my little dorky things.
And now I'll go to bed excited about getting away from the place that's constantly reminding me how much people change.
6 more days of class.
posted by Jennanana # 10:20 PM 
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I wonder who posed for the cover of the yearbook.
Yeah.. one of the saddest things about life(in my opinion) is growing apart from people who you once were real close to.
High school changed all of us. Honestly.. I didn't think I'd change that much. I did change a lot when high school came. More than I care to ever admit or realize. I admit that something did feel, slightly, different at orientation. I had no clue what was going to happen. I thought that I would barely have any friends, actually.
You're right. 2 years.. everything is different. I can pull out 50 things that are different out of my ass like it's nothing. What scares me is that I know in another 2 years things will, again, be completely different.
Yeah.. one of the saddest things about life(in my opinion) is growing apart from people who you once were real close to.
High school changed all of us. Honestly.. I didn't think I'd change that much. I did change a lot when high school came. More than I care to ever admit or realize. I admit that something did feel, slightly, different at orientation. I had no clue what was going to happen. I thought that I would barely have any friends, actually.
You're right. 2 years.. everything is different. I can pull out 50 things that are different out of my ass like it's nothing. What scares me is that I know in another 2 years things will, again, be completely different.
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: 7:52 PM
Thank you, guys. You two have saved me from many lonely lunches and boring history classes. I love you like an asthmatic kid loves his inhaler.
"What scares me is that I know in another 2 years things will, again, be completely different."
Here's to that change being for the better.
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"What scares me is that I know in another 2 years things will, again, be completely different."
Here's to that change being for the better.
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