Are you restless like me?

Jenna's former blog. It will still be here, but she will not be here.

9/30/2005

 

"Shut the fuck up," she said, "I'm going fucking deaf."

I am a master of deception. Ahah! They will never know, no one will, and that's what keeps me sane.

Serenity has to be the greatest movie ever. I laughed, almost cried, cringed, and clapped. And Simon lived. (Haha, my favorite character lived, but my brother's favorite died. Mine's better.)

The theater was full of aging geeks and, surprisingly, hippies. I don't know what drew the hippie demographic in, it's just a western/sci-fi series turned movie.

9/28/2005

 

Geez.

I'm whiny lately.

 

Please don't see me.

All I ever want to do anymore is sleep. The heat isn't helping that. Homework makes it worse, too.

I'm glad I finally get to use tools in shop, we finished painting the podiums. But now I end up covered in saw dust.

9/26/2005

 

...If I go out at all.

I don't really have a life anymore, just a series of problems and obstacles of varying degrees. And it's wearing me out. And it's starting to show.

Bleak. That's how this week looks. The only highlights are a movie coming out that I want to see, and the first issue of Haypress. And I guess it's a plus that I only have English twice rather than three times. The again, that puts me with Mr. Martin for three mornings. And he's decided to lecture me about my parents smoking. Like I can do anything about it.


I think I miss my brother, too.

9/25/2005

 

The last time that I'll let you.

I'm working on a new site design. Entirely CSS this time, tables make me angry.

It's gonna be pink. With hearts.

But I have to start from the ground up, rather than just change colors.

 

On the look-out.

I found a 1968 Mercedes, baby blue, near-perfect condition, for sale on Craigslist for $500. Runs and everything. But my parents say it's too early to get my birthday present, as I can't even get my license until late January. Damn. I'll keep an eye out for things to show them, to give them an idea of what I like.


9/24/2005

 

Tralala, I'm quitting today.

coffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffee

Iwannaworkatastarbucks.
But I dunno about the one in the village, too many CV kids. Maybe the one on Grove or over in downtown Hayward. I'd get discounted coffee everywhere and maybe free ones at work and an extra discount around Christmas, so everyone would get Starbucks merchandise as presents.

My brain is hyper but I'm exhausted.

Red Eye is a good movie. Cillian Murphy is creepy, but it works for him. Ah, Irish boys...



SLEEP.

 

I thought today was a school day.

Geez, don't be a bitch.

Ghost is a fun game.

Dwyer's impression of Bush is just as good as Jon Stewart's.

9/23/2005

 

Hold on to the corners of today.

Sorry about these half-assed posts lately.
I'm stuck in a rut.
I need something new.

The similarities between Sarah Tuttle and I, and between her brother and mine, are eerie.

My brother's birthday was Wednesday, he's visiting this weekend. He's bringing our Flogging Molly tickets. And a Bright Eyes cd so I can learn the words and sing along and bug the shit out of him.

I signed up to take the SAT on November 5. I think I'll just take this and see how I do without a whole lot of preparation then go from there. I haven't decided on a goal for the score yet. I mean, I'd love a perfect 1600, but that's nearly impossible. So I just need to come up with a reasonable range to stop at, as I'll probably take it multiple times.

I'm boring.

Screw you, "close reading." I like to read a book because it's a book, not because it's going to change my life. I think these teachers make us put more effort into reading these things than the authors put into writing them. I know I ended up writing a response to the questions that was longer than the piece we read.

9/21/2005

 

My brother is super-cool.

I'm going to the Bright Eyes show in Davis!!!

 

Get me outta your starry eyes and be on your way.

I finally moved my "PARTY" light into my room. I really should hang it on the wall, but it looks pretty damn awesome on my shelf. The red of the light is a little out of place, but that makes it even better.

School is physically and mentally draining. I nap now. I never napped before.

I don't like the way Mrs. Moon reads things. She does it wrong. She accents the wrong words and adds too much "flair" to it. And poetry, oh God, she butchers it. She reads it like it's a paragraph.
I can't stand it when people read aloud badly.

Did that Franz Ferdinand video finally premiere on TV or something? I ask because since yesterday I've got like a million hits from people searching for that video on Yahoo video search. I checked it out, when you search for Franz Ferdinand with the video search, the first result with the new video is my page. It's like the 21st total, but first for that video. I wonder if anyone is actually looking at the rest of the site afterward...

I just now discovered the iTunes toolbar option. It's perfect. Especially when I put on the 75 song playlist I've perfected, I only need to pause it once in awhile.

I agree with Tasha, Hayward needs a waffle house. No IHOP crap, just waffles. Maybe Belgian ones.

9/20/2005

 

You're the only song I want to hear.

Geez, everyone wants to see that Franz Ferdinand video. And my site must be near the top of the search results.

G'night.

9/18/2005

 

Everyone else.

I never know about anything.

And I'm tired of being the one people ask first when it's about homework and the one they ask last when it's about anything fun.


Not a good weekend.
Rather, not a good week.

 

Avast!

Everyone better be ready for Talk Like A Pirate Day 2005.
Tomorrow.

Ye be warned.


P.S. There will be cake involved.

9/16/2005

 

My favorite poem ever.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

The only good thing that came from taking STAR tests was finding this poem.

9/15/2005

 

I think my baby is a communist.

I went to the Street Fair, I still don't know why they had one in September. Then Lani, Lindsay, and I went to the Hof Brau to eat. I had a grilled cheese and pumpkin pie.

Classes are going well. I get really tired by the end of the week though. History would be better if there were some better people in there, Dwyer's cool though. I still haven't done any work in Haypress.

I think I might be going to Pier 39 with Lauren on Saturday, join us?. And maybe the Sun Gallery on Friday.

Time to write out an argument between a social darwinist and communist about Bill Gates and his money.

9/14/2005

 

*Glare*

Why are all the good shows on weeknights?
Bouncing Souls at Slim's 9/29, a Thursday. (Side note: how did I not hear about this in the Slim's newsletter until today?!).
Imogen Heap and Gary Jules at Great American Music Hall on 10/10, a Monday.
[Bright Eyes at UC Davis on a Thursday...]


I finished my homework before 9!! It's amazing if I've even started it by then most nights.

9/13/2005

 

No room for miscommunication.

I'm probably going to take the SAT on November 5th. So I'll have plenty of time to retake it and take classes or something if I don't do very well.

This weekend I should fix my room. It's not even half painted and all my stuff is piled to one side. And there's an unwelcome amount of spiders by the windows.

I'm working on convincing my parents to buy me a car for my seventeenth birthday. I proposed combining it with my Christmas present. My only requirements are that it runs reliably, doesn't make too many weird noises, and has at least four seats.

9/12/2005

 

It doesn't matter.

I still love you guys.

 

I don't think I could be a successful secretary.

I think my reality may be crashing down around me.
But, Tasha and I are attempting to go to the Flogging Molly/Street Dogs show out in Sacramento (my brother will be there, ew), and that could build it back up a little.
And I think we should wear our eyepatches if we do.

Speaking of eyepatches, the pirate store was THE GREATEST THING EVER.
We each got an eyepatch, or eyepatche as pirates spell it. And Lani and I each got a message in a bottle. Mine says "What a fetching eyepatche," appropriately enough.
We wore our patches on the way back home and some guy arr-ed at us in the BART station. And he knew about the store.

9/09/2005

 

Er brauchen ein haar schnitt. Wirklich schlecht.

Apparently, I don't get to choose the articles that go on my page, nor do I get to decide who writes them. Plus, I have to listen to that Yetter girl talk to me like I'm lucky she even sees me.
"Oh yeah, you're Jenna. You're page 2 editor (points to page 2)."
Yeah, like I didn't know. Thanks for the heads up.

Maybe being a rare junior as page editor isn't going to be as cool as I thought.

But my vow holds true, no mistakes on my page. That'll show 'em.
If they even notice. If they don't see the mistakes on theirs, why would they notice the lack of them on mine?


Come to the pirate store with Tasha and me.

Duct tape makes good poster decorations.

9/08/2005

 

Now with 100% more title.

Shameless self promotion.

Pretty colors.

Now you can read all the titles I've ever put on these posts.

9/06/2005

 

Might be wrong.

Lani's right, this year is a lot easier than I thought it would be. If it continues like this, I might think about getting a job. So I can get myself a pretty car and some insurance for it.

I now understand why upperclassmen have so much contempt for freshmen, they are everywhere. It's crazy, and annoying.

Oh, did you know that there's a pirate supply store in San Francisco? There is. And I want to go there this weekend.

A raccoon was just in my backyard and it scared the crap out of me. Now my dog is going crazy.

I'm sleepy.

9/04/2005

 

How lame can you be?

I have a Fidel Castro-style hat. I love it with all my heart. And it doesn't give me that bad of hat hair, so I can wear it to school.

My daddy called me a commie.


I'm going to cry my eyes out tomorrow at the airport, I know it. Carolyn is the closest thing to a best friend I have right now. A year. A whole year I will be without her. She's irreplaceable.
And she's gonna come back all European and cultured and stuff. :/

17.

9/03/2005

 

Gaps in history

I have a blanket on my head.

I got Pogs from the thrift store. Today was definitely a good shopping day, I also got a jacket I've been eyeing in stores recently.

I've been driving more recently. Yesterday I drove up to my old elementary school. They've cut down most of the trees (there were a lot of trees) and added the crappiest jungle-gym ever to the "big kids field." It just has like five different forms of monkey bars. I never could use the monkey bars, I don't have much upper body strength.

My classes finally got fixed. I'm no longer stuck in keyboarding. And I'm now an AOP for the former-Berkeley-professor-now-biology-teacher, Mr. Martin.

Carolyn is leaving for Germany on Monday, for a year. Shit. I keep tearing up when I realize it.

My favorite Safeway employee is back, after an entirely too long absence.

It should be colder. This week was too warm.

Someone checked this page 10 times today. I think I know who it is.

 

Well do you?

New Franz Ferdinand video.
Do You Want To

It made me giggle.



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