Duck and Run

I have a backache.
And the weekend off.
Tomorrow I wear pants to school. We have a retarded dress code, but tomorrow, we wear pants. I'm going to wear my kick@$$ khakis. I love those. And my other pants are "not quite modest"
Yes, at one point in time they actually said that. Bite me.
If I'm in a really witchy mood tomorrow, I'll put on a thong and wear my shirt untucked. When I sit down, the strap shows. That would piss them off. Which would amuse me.
They can't regulate my underwear.
But thongs are just so damn uncomfortable. It's like a wedgie all the time. Well, for the first few hours anyway, then you get used to it.
Why am I discussing my underwear????
Jennie

Participate in the Salem Witch Trial
Yeah, ok, technically it's educational, but........

Why am I getting "religious" junk mail? Seriously.All this last week. There's a couple on Wicca, a Catholic one and a Lutheran.(Nicely rounded group there) Who sends junk mail about religion? That's sick.

Oh yeah, that contest. Decided to enter it. Mailed it priority the night b4. Haven't heard anything.
Jennie

Ok....um....updates.
My hair is red.
I was accepted at LLBC this summer. Sweet. I love that place. Also means I get to take time off from McD's. Very very cool.
My grades were nowhere near as bad as I thought they were going to be. Also very cool.
AND I have had the past 2 nights off of work. Woohoo
On the down side, I lose my "income" for three months, my check won't be as big next week and my father keeps making stupid comments about my hair(which I think looks nice...so there)
But you know what? I can live w/that. The pros outweigh the cons by so much
Jennie

I am blank. I got on-line, fully intending to write something, if for no other reason than b/c I feel guilty when I go for long periods of time w/out updating, and now I can't think of anything.
There really isn't anything to update about, b/c all I did was work.
Blech. I might need to find a new job. Remember how I hurt my back? Well, it hasn't gotten completly better b/c I keep hurting it at work.
Yeah, nice, eh. Not only do I work in fast food, not only am I in pain, but I am also worried about taking anything. See, I'll take stuff and go right on doing whatever it is that I'm doing and I'll end up needing more painkillers and I will wake up one day, twenty years from now, and find that I'm a frigging addict
Or something.
Jennie

Stupid computer.....everytime I tried to get onto this site it would shut down. Grrr.
Kind of a sucky week. My car died Sat., thereby ruining my entire day. Which really bites, b/c I kinda was looking forward to it.
Oh well, life's a bitch.
Jennie

Ok.......I'm going to cheat......I've already written these.....I'm just going to put them together and see how it goes.
Hows this?

Words spill to the page
Like blood from my veins
As I try and convey
What you are to me

You are my angel
You are my curse
You make it all better
You make it so much worse

I don't understand
Why I can't stand
to be with you
I don't understand
Why I can't stand
to be without you

You are my angel
You are my curse
You make it all better
You make it so much worse

You are my angel
You are my curse

Er....is it really the 6th of Feb already? I found this contest type thingy way back at the end of December. Normally I don't enter contests. I've entered one....no make that two.....one was forced onto me by my school (WACS...when I was a freshman) I got pinted in the one that I entered of my own free will.
But yeah, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I was thinking of entering this contest...the one with the deadline of Feb. 15. (procrastinate? me?)But I haven't really written anything complete.......its prolly time to go thru The Binder (see earlier post) and see if there is anything resembling talent represented in there.
(Ok.....maybe I am a little hard on myself....sometimes....maybe. Damnit...I hate you when you're right, you know that? :-P )
Er..sorry....got a little distracted there. If you have no idea what I was talking about, chances are I wasn't talking to you. :-D
Anyway......maybe I'll post the "final draft" here....when I get done. (hence the name "final draft")

I actually had a fairly good day today. I had fun and I don't know why, b/c I didn't do anything that would normally be classified as "fun"
So now I have two options. I can A) analyze today to death or I can B) just enjoy it.
Now, I know this is a little out of character, and you're all gonna be shocked, [ :-P ] but I think I'm just gonna enjoy it.

I'm listening to Vertical Horizon "Everything you Want".....I love this song.
Jennie

Why do I let you do this to me?

I'd write, but what else is there to say?
Can a person reach a point in their life where they run out of things to say and just start all over again? (Does this make anyone else think of Amanda K.?)
I'm full.....but empty. A hell of a lot of confusion, pain, and general mental ainguish is locked up inside of me, but there is nothing to come out. I can't write anymore. I realized yesterday that I hadn't opened my binder (where I keep a lot of the crap of written) in months and so I went and got it and opened it and.......nothing......nothing of any worth whatsoever.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for pain