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if i knew what to say the words would just come right out.
i don't understand the concept of being a human being.
i don't understand the concept of routine either.
all i know are feelings and i like living that way.
"if you do not know the past, then you are doomed to repeat" it they say.
i believe that but in knowing the past we're really just knowing the future.
everyone just repeats it anyway, even if they know it.
doesn't everything get so repetitive if there aren't any suprises?
to know is to know is to know.
knowing more makes people less simplistic.
the more we know, the more things become boring as fuck.
sometimes you need to live life with suprises and not by politics and history text books.
fuck hilary duff, george bush, john kerry, arnold, usher, julia roberts and lindsay lohan.
they don't know what living is.
they don't know what life without money is.
they don't know about dirty fingernails or mice.
they don't know what it's like to dig up dirt so you can bury your hamster.
i'm not exactly sure what i'm getting at.
this actually started as a positive thing.
it started with me talking about summer and how i'm going to miss it.
but for some reason i deleted that part
and started writing some weird shit that makes no sense.
maybe if boobah takes over the world one day,
they will promote peace and drugs.
if the berstein bears ruled the world,
then we would all live in tree houses.
if i had a nickel for every time i've been bitten
by any kind of living thing,
then i'd be richer than the olsen twins.
i love those days like right now,
where you know it's not going to rain but it stays cloudy all day long.
i love the wind, it helps your spirits.
the universe is based on a never ending math equation.
i don't know but i think the answer is fourty-two.
if walls were paper thin then there would be no secrets.
it's kind of like when they wrote the declaration of independence.
they locked themselves up in a room for a few days.
it got hot, sweaty, and damp.
you have to wonder what they did in there.
i wonder if one of the founding fathers of our country
liked interior design or playing with bunnies.
why are stars like a tease?
you can see them from lightyears away,
yet we never get close, ever.
i don't like sundays because things shutdown early.
i love wednesdays because they are almost friday and not quite monday.
do you ever wonder what it would be like
if everything was made of glass?
late night phone conversations make me really happy.
people could do wonders if they just had
the actual stamina to make contact with other people.
relationships are what makes you whole.
clocks are just a downward spiral into negativity.
it's time to go, i have to leave, it's getting late.
why are there boundaries to when things have to end?
i don't want it to end so why does it have to be ruined?
breathing is sometimes a chore.
have you ever thought about breathing and then you
totally fucked up your system by not breathing properly?
i do that a lot to myself because i'm too observant.
who knew downloading the blitzkrieg bop would make my day?
i hate when you start to like someone a lot
and then you stop eating because all you do is think about them.
school makes my eyes droopy and i'm going to have a hard time staying up.
i hope seeing certain faces in school cheers me up.
laundry out of the dryer feels so damn good,
no matter what season it is.
terminal disease make me really angry.
i think it's time to terminate this journal entry
due to hunger and lack of creativity on my part.
love your failure at life,
jenny
post script: this was an actual WEIRD/cool text entry. you should actually try reading it.
i don't understand the concept of being a human being.
i don't understand the concept of routine either.
all i know are feelings and i like living that way.
"if you do not know the past, then you are doomed to repeat" it they say.
i believe that but in knowing the past we're really just knowing the future.
everyone just repeats it anyway, even if they know it.
doesn't everything get so repetitive if there aren't any suprises?
to know is to know is to know.
knowing more makes people less simplistic.
the more we know, the more things become boring as fuck.
sometimes you need to live life with suprises and not by politics and history text books.
fuck hilary duff, george bush, john kerry, arnold, usher, julia roberts and lindsay lohan.
they don't know what living is.
they don't know what life without money is.
they don't know about dirty fingernails or mice.
they don't know what it's like to dig up dirt so you can bury your hamster.
i'm not exactly sure what i'm getting at.
this actually started as a positive thing.
it started with me talking about summer and how i'm going to miss it.
but for some reason i deleted that part
and started writing some weird shit that makes no sense.
maybe if boobah takes over the world one day,
they will promote peace and drugs.
if the berstein bears ruled the world,
then we would all live in tree houses.
if i had a nickel for every time i've been bitten
by any kind of living thing,
then i'd be richer than the olsen twins.
i love those days like right now,
where you know it's not going to rain but it stays cloudy all day long.
i love the wind, it helps your spirits.
the universe is based on a never ending math equation.
i don't know but i think the answer is fourty-two.
if walls were paper thin then there would be no secrets.
it's kind of like when they wrote the declaration of independence.
they locked themselves up in a room for a few days.
it got hot, sweaty, and damp.
you have to wonder what they did in there.
i wonder if one of the founding fathers of our country
liked interior design or playing with bunnies.
why are stars like a tease?
you can see them from lightyears away,
yet we never get close, ever.
i don't like sundays because things shutdown early.
i love wednesdays because they are almost friday and not quite monday.
do you ever wonder what it would be like
if everything was made of glass?
late night phone conversations make me really happy.
people could do wonders if they just had
the actual stamina to make contact with other people.
relationships are what makes you whole.
clocks are just a downward spiral into negativity.
it's time to go, i have to leave, it's getting late.
why are there boundaries to when things have to end?
i don't want it to end so why does it have to be ruined?
breathing is sometimes a chore.
have you ever thought about breathing and then you
totally fucked up your system by not breathing properly?
i do that a lot to myself because i'm too observant.
who knew downloading the blitzkrieg bop would make my day?
i hate when you start to like someone a lot
and then you stop eating because all you do is think about them.
school makes my eyes droopy and i'm going to have a hard time staying up.
i hope seeing certain faces in school cheers me up.
laundry out of the dryer feels so damn good,
no matter what season it is.
terminal disease make me really angry.
i think it's time to terminate this journal entry
due to hunger and lack of creativity on my part.
love your failure at life,
jenny
post script: this was an actual WEIRD/cool text entry. you should actually try reading it.