I am me.

I am Jenna.
Here me roar.

Girl Crush

I honestly want to marry her.
Or at LEAST be her bestfriend.
OR maybe she could even be my mother? I don't know.
All I do know is that I adore her.

Her voice, her music, her lyrics, her acting.
Everything is just so perfect.
She has this confident quirkiness to her that is just, I don't even know.

I don't know what I would do with myself if I ever met her.

AND yes I really did think it was necessary to post 5 pictures of her.

You're on infinite repeat.

The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.
My head is a carousel of pictures.
The spinning never stops.
I just want someone to walk in front
and I'll follow the leader.
Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush.
Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs. I almost forgot who I was,
but came to my senses.
Now I'm tryin' to be assertive.
I'm making plans.
Wanna rise to the occasion, yeah
meet all of their demands.
But all I do is just lay in bed
and hide under the covers.
I know I should be brave
but I'm just too afraid of all this change.
And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt.
I keep making these "To Do" lists but nothing gets crossed out.
Working on the record seems pointless now.
When the world ends, who's gonna hear it?
But Im tryin' and take some comfort in written words,
yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than good.
When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together.
Because I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by...
all those summers singing, drinking, laughing, wasting our time.
Remember all those songs and the way we smiled
in those basements made of music.
But now I've got to crawl, to get anywhere at all. I'm not as strong as I thought.
So when I'm lost in a crowd,
I hope that you'll pick me out.
Oh, how I long to be found.
The grass grew high. I laid down.
Now I wait for a hand to lift me up, help me stand.
I have been laying so low
Don't want to lay here no more.
But if everything that happens is supposed to be
and it is predetermined, can't change your destiny.
Then I guess I'll just keep moving, someday, maybe, I'll get to where I'm going.

Stupid Brother. Stupid Ears.

Now I know why babies scream and cry so much when they have an ear infection.
MY GOD does it hurt.
I woke up this morning is severe amounts of pain due to an inner ear infection, oh joy.
I told my brother, who has strep right now, to cover his dang mouth when he coughs so he doesn't get me sick but of course he doesn't and now his germs are in my ear. Gross.
So I've spent all weekend in my bed surfing threadless, facebook and twitter thanks to my immature OLDER brother.
Plus I lost 15 hrs of paid work, I need money.
What a life.

www.threadless.com <-- Check it out. AMAZING, T-shirts I just ordered two new ones. One of them including this laugh out loud one --> http://www.threadless.com/product/1802/LOL

Bang.

I want that dress, that hat, and the boots(you can't see them but they are amazing red cowboy boots).
I'm writing (well trying to write) a play for writer's craft and the girl in the picutre (Zooey Deschannel) is my muse I guess?
Well when I picture the main character I picture her and her raspy, cool voice. I alos picture her quiet quirkiness which I'm so in love with. I pretty much have a major girl crush on Zooey haha.
You should listen to her music and watch her movies.

Anyways I should get back to my play writing about two sisters searching for something.

Starting now - It's my world.

Give us a Kiss and maybe we can go out?

I've been doing semi alright lately, woo!
I'm busy entering in UPC's to build bikes for Ghana and doing well in school.
Plus I work at least 20 hrs a week at work watering plants, isn't that so exciting!?

Let's see my new dreams and crazy idea's are:
-Travel Canada except camping in a tent not staying in a hotel.
-See a Bison in real life. They're like my second favourite animal and I've never seen one in real life, sad isn't it? I totally saw one on the way to a campsite this past weekend! Wicked!
-Be pulled in a sled by a reindeer
-GET A DATE FOR PROM
-And give you a non-stop hug, because well you're just that awesome.

Cupcakes or Textbooks?

I doubt I can keep my marks up to get into University. Lame.
I can't get my homework done and I would much rather sleep.
I wish I was the kind of person who could organize themselves and get their work done and hand in on time.
Someone teach me so I can have any hope at a future career, please?

I mean if worst comes to worst I could just become a pastry chef?

Time well wasted.

I am a big fan of wasting time.
Like tonight for example, every sunday night my brother and I usually stay up watching the Simpsons and youtube.

Here are some Youtube clips we watched tonight:

AMAZING:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oM-_hz2LLZk

HILARIOUS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOvqF4ZPDNM

LOVE IT:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uy0HNWto0UY

The newest Scarecrow.

Sometimes I just want to rip my hair out.
I just need to stop finding excuses to not go to school.
How am I ever going to graduate?
I get the grades I have always wanted and then I stop going to school and stop trying.
Do I even have a brain or do I need to go ask a wizard for one?

I wish.

I wish I was as care free as Calvin.
Can someone make all the stress go away?

So sad!

Even Spiderman needs help sometimes.

Sometimes Mary Jane makes the most sense of all the characters on Spiderman.

Shenanigans.

Man.
Sometimes all I want to do is dance.
But actually.
Except it never happens when I am required to dance. Oh no. It only happens when I am supposed to be sleeping, or trying to sleep, and even when I am trying to write a story for a class.
But you know what?
Sometimes you have to just stop what you are doing and dance.
So that is exactly what I did. In my coca-cola boxers and wife beater.

Paper or Plastic?

So far, I don't think I'm a really good blogger.
As In I don't blog about anything exciting.
I'm going to try and change that, maybe it'll work?

I worked ALL weekend.
Do you know what it is like to scan groceries for 16 hours in three days? Not that much fun. Especially when we have steaks on sale and I hate raw meat. Plus the nice meat boys don't always wrap the steaks nicely and you end up with cow blood all over you hand.. YUM!
BUT I did get loads better at wrapping flowers, since it is almost Easter and everyone is out buying everyone else flowers. Maybe someone will buy me flowers.. There's always hope right?
But seriously, I am so sick and tired of rude customers. They think they are way better than me just because they are the one buying all the microwave dinners. But do you know what I think of people buying microwave dinners? L-A-Z-Y or possibly lonely. But I usually think the first, unless it's a sad looking man buying them all. But just because I pack your groceries carefully so the meat does not contaminate the apples doesn't mean you get to treat me like shit, got that? Good.
And another thing PLEASE DO NOT TALK ON THE PHONE AS YOU ARE IN A CHECK OUT. I WILL place your eggs with the flour or other heavy items to make sure they do break. So be nice, and I'll be nice too.

But how I love the actual NICE customers. I think that is one of the only reasons I have been a grocery cashier for nearly three years. Plus the people I work with are pretty chill too.

So there is your knew lesson. BE NICE TO THE GROCERY CASHIERS :)

Squeaky Clean!

There is nothing like a good shower and good tunes to listen to as you take that shower.
I cannot go a whole shower without singing something, therefore I normally bring in my ipod player and listen to some good beats as I wash the dirt away.
Don't you just LOVE that fresh, clean, straight out of the shower feeling? Mmm. That's me right now. I would take longer showers if I wasn't so concerned with wasting water and not using up ALL of the worlds resources.. Seriously, I could probably spend a good few hours dancing in the shower/just standing in it.
Oh man, have you ever been in a shower with two shower heads? I have once and let me tell you, it was DELIGHTFUL.
And I'm using this new shampoo and conditioner and the smell is to DIE for. Like I don't think I have ever liked the smell of a shampoo so much, I almost want to eat it.. if it wouldn't make me sick.
But alas.. the clean feeling can only last so long.
So I must go perserve it with my body butter and get into my warm comfy bed!
G'night!

Shake your head it's empty.

Get Hot
Get too close to the flame.

I just got back from an amazing show. This was my first EVER Metric show and I was not disappointed. Oh my word. Emily Haines you are MAGICAL.
Her voice, everything. There was no way I could not take my eyes off of her.
Not only did she perform one of my favourite songs, she blew me away with her energy and freedom.
I hope someday I could take a stage, or just move with that much freedom.

Back now I'm back to regular life and I'm desperately trying to finish a fairytale for school. Which I'm actually getting out of bed to attend to, that's good right?

I think I'll be okay, y'know? Like I can pull through this, I know I can.

Oh and did I mention you give the perfect hugs? Well you do.

A New Day

I actually managed to get my sorry ass out of bed today and made the 2 second walk to school. The day was fine, nothing interesting to talk about, except for the walk home.
I'm not normally a sucker for believing in superstitions or luck for that matter, but during that 2 second time frame on my walk home I passed a penny, stopped, and picked it up.
Who knows I thought, maybe that penny could change my life. Like Harold Cricks watch changed his.
Maybe it was the fact I was out of the house and participating in life that made me pick it up. Or maybe it was the sweet tunes running through my head on my walk home. It might have even been the enjoyable springish weather. Whatever it was I'm glad I picked that penny up.

Marry Me?

People think my tatse in guys is quite peculiar. But whatever floats my boat, not yours.. right?
So typically it's the wilderness man/axeman/cowboy I go for. He definitely needs some good scruff on his face and maybe he could be wearing a flannel shirt too.
If by chance I can't find the perfect axeman/wilderness man/cowboy for me to marry, I think I'd settle for a spartan.
How hot would it be to be married to a man with an eight pack that runs around in a speedo?
Plus I'd be like a queen and wear a toga AND live in Greece. What more could I ask for?

Yak Yak Yak

There is something about looking at yaks that makes me feel peaceful. It makes me want to be a yak farmer someday. But what is it that you do with Yaks? Do you drink their milk? Make a sweater from their cozy fur? Or just enjoy their overall cuteness? Either way I really want one.

late night blues

"I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots."

But a hunger for what? A good cheeseburger? Some Nachos and dip? Or something more? Something worth feeling this, perhaps.
I sit awake at night. I stare out my window and watch what I can, until my paranoia gets the most of me and then I'm positive someone else is watching me and I get creeped out.
I'm empty.
I'll go and see Karen tomorrow and she'll disect my thoughts for me, do all the work and tell me what I need to do to get out of this hole I'm digging.

I'm looking for something more. Something that will make all of this worth it.

you know?

So there's this feeling, that I hope I don't only feel. Actually I'm postive I don't for Conor Oberst sang about it.

"I'm completely alone at a table of friends"

But you see I'm not actually alone. So why do I feel this way?