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I just love bubble wrap.
My grandpa sends this huge Swiss Colony gift box to us each year. You know, those gifts boxes with like different cheeses, jams, cakes, breads, spreads, candies, sausages, etc.? Well, they have bubble wrap in them and I think that is the best part. Except this year there were two types of coffee. So that kind of excites me....
Today, at school I carried around this small box. I wrote on it: Jenna's "I'm uncommonly poor, Lord help me" Fund. Then all day at school I asked people for change. I made like over 2 dollars and had enough money to buy lunch. I continued this and made about a 1.85. I plan on doing this all week...
I'm soo tired, I fell asleep in Oral Interp. today. Someone was reading poems and the room was nice and cozy and I was sitting in a big leather chair. Who wouldn't just pass out? Not I.
There is this sophomore kid who stalks me. He likes me, and its become this weird obsession. He listens to good music, but I have seriously no respect for him musically because he has no idea WHY he likes them. Every idea he conjures about a band is straight from the pages of some magazine or he just heard it around somewhere. Nothing seems to be his own opinion. I hate that. Well, he was bashing John Lennon. AND YOU JUST DO NOT BASH LENNON WHILE I'M AROUND. FO SHO. He called Lennon a pussy and said Jim Morrison was better than Lennon, to which he had no evidence that this was true. Lennon and Morrison were COMPLETELY different fellows. And they aren't even comparable. To compare them is pointless, and unnessesary. He also for the longest time thought my name was Regina...? Regina, Jenna? Hmmm? He also thinks the guitar sounds of the 70's were cheesy? Whatever the hell that means? And once in the hallway he saw me reading a book called "Noone Here Gets Out Alive", a biography about Morrison. He later asked me where I got the book. I said "A used book store." He replied with "Really?". NO, dumbass. I got it in the produce isle at the grocery store! Where do think? OH! And another time he came up to me and said "Hello, I like you, won't you tell me your name?". I laughed. This was the most hilarious act of desperation I had ever seen...
He said to me today, that he watched a documentary on John Lennon, and he retracted every bad thing he said about Lennon. I wouldnt doubt it if he didnt even watch it. And I dont even care. There is nothing this kid could say to make not think he was a complete flake...
Mean...? Maybe. Annoyed? Oh yes.
My grandpa sends this huge Swiss Colony gift box to us each year. You know, those gifts boxes with like different cheeses, jams, cakes, breads, spreads, candies, sausages, etc.? Well, they have bubble wrap in them and I think that is the best part. Except this year there were two types of coffee. So that kind of excites me....
Today, at school I carried around this small box. I wrote on it: Jenna's "I'm uncommonly poor, Lord help me" Fund. Then all day at school I asked people for change. I made like over 2 dollars and had enough money to buy lunch. I continued this and made about a 1.85. I plan on doing this all week...
I'm soo tired, I fell asleep in Oral Interp. today. Someone was reading poems and the room was nice and cozy and I was sitting in a big leather chair. Who wouldn't just pass out? Not I.
There is this sophomore kid who stalks me. He likes me, and its become this weird obsession. He listens to good music, but I have seriously no respect for him musically because he has no idea WHY he likes them. Every idea he conjures about a band is straight from the pages of some magazine or he just heard it around somewhere. Nothing seems to be his own opinion. I hate that. Well, he was bashing John Lennon. AND YOU JUST DO NOT BASH LENNON WHILE I'M AROUND. FO SHO. He called Lennon a pussy and said Jim Morrison was better than Lennon, to which he had no evidence that this was true. Lennon and Morrison were COMPLETELY different fellows. And they aren't even comparable. To compare them is pointless, and unnessesary. He also for the longest time thought my name was Regina...? Regina, Jenna? Hmmm? He also thinks the guitar sounds of the 70's were cheesy? Whatever the hell that means? And once in the hallway he saw me reading a book called "Noone Here Gets Out Alive", a biography about Morrison. He later asked me where I got the book. I said "A used book store." He replied with "Really?". NO, dumbass. I got it in the produce isle at the grocery store! Where do think? OH! And another time he came up to me and said "Hello, I like you, won't you tell me your name?". I laughed. This was the most hilarious act of desperation I had ever seen...
He said to me today, that he watched a documentary on John Lennon, and he retracted every bad thing he said about Lennon. I wouldnt doubt it if he didnt even watch it. And I dont even care. There is nothing this kid could say to make not think he was a complete flake...
Mean...? Maybe. Annoyed? Oh yes.