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