Scissors Beats Paper

For today's Manic Monday post, I opted to post a picture instead of a video. Why? Because this picture is freaking awesome. Voila!

Lol, I love it...

Anyway. Not too much happened today. I went to school. I had a test (history, urbanization unit, made a 92). I took notes. I read mah book. I learned some French. It rained. I did some math. I discussed writing. Not necessarily in that order.

It's raining right now, which is pretty awesome. I love the rain. :)

I honestly don't know what to post about today. Not a lot happened. I'm just kind of boring lately, I guess.

Anyway, I've got stuffs to do now, so I'll letcha go. TTFN and all that stuff. :)

--Jenna.

Go Ahead. Laugh.

I know it's Sunday, but I really don't have any poetry I feel like sharing at the moment. I'm not really a poet, so it takes me awhile to get a poem I like.

No, wait, I take that back. Here's a couple that I wrote for guerrilla poetry for the Kirby's class:

Laugh

Go ahead. Laugh.
Here I've bared my soul,
and left it for you to read
as right on by you roll.
I know you think it's silly,
and I know you think it's sad
(also, it's probably quite bad).
So go ahead.
Laugh.


This Tale

This tale,
it does not start
with words like
"once," "upon," or
"a time."
(If it starts at all.)


Torn

On one side sits the angel,
telling me to do good.
On the other rests the demon,
bidding me to wreak hell.
Which to ignore?

*

None of them are that fantastic, but they work for me.

The first one I wrote after I read through my others and decided that they were crap, but I liked them anyway and would still put them out to be read. People can laugh if they want, but I don't care.

The second one nobody really gets. It's one of those paradoxical arguments that I get into with myself sometimes, kind of like "there is no such thing as normal" or "there is no such thing as tomorrow." It's one of those, "how do you know when your story really starts?" sort of things. Basically, it's saying (because I totally feel the need to defend my craptastic, random poetry to y'all) that not everybody has a great life that is storybook and starts with "once upon a time." Sometimes they don't truly live at all.

The last one was originally about two lines shorter, but I felt the need to make it longer. I wrote this in dedication to the idiots in my fourth period that drive me up the wall. Basically, each day I have no clue if I want to be sweet and ignore them or stab them all with pens (again). So I'm never sure which impulse to ignore.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed those. And if you didn't, pretend you did. My self-esteem doesn't like taking hits so early in the week.

I've got some stuff to do (like cleaning up my office and sweeping up dead bugs from when we fumigated), so I'll see (or, well, you know what I mean) y'all later. Toodles!

Greetings, Earthlings

I checked my listings on Twitter (yes, I realize that is a sad, sad statement--I spend entirely too much time on the Internet) today, and I noticed that I'm on fifteen different lists, ranging from things like "followfriday" to "writers." One of them, though, is a little stranger: "Fake people."

Whether this means I don't exist, I put on a social mask, or I'm not who I say I am, I don't know. But if I don't exist, and I am only real in my own head, that means I have a head to imagine myself with, therefore meaning that I do, in fact, exist. So that one's out. If it's that I wear a social mask...well, if I were going to do that, I think I'd pick a normal one. People think I'm a Satanist, a psycho, a serial killer (I'm not making this up, people), and various other nutso things. That one's out. So I guess that means the person thinks I'm not who I say I am?

Okay, Internet: I confess. I'm not really a fifteen year old junior who loves to write. I'm really a neon purple alien from planet Zooplork named Zala Razarael. My secret is out. Greetings, Earthlings.

*Rolls eyes.*

Seriously, what's up with that? Fake people. Huh. Very interesting.

Anyway, moving on. I've had a busy week, which explains the lack of posts. I meant to post yesterday, but I was pretty tired and didn't really feel like it. So there you go.

The Mutter and I have been talking about college and careers lately (since Monday was career night), and I've come to a conclusion: I really, really, really don't want to be more than two, three hours away from at least one person who is either family or a close family friend. I wouldn't mind living away from everybody once I'm older, but not in college. I won't turn seventeen until the very end of my senior year, which means I'll be pretty much still a kid going into the big, scary world, and I don't want to be a kid in a big, scary world without some sort of support system nearby.

I mean, if I get a full ride somewhere that's a few states away from the fam, fine. I'll seriously weigh my options. But I really, really hope to get in to a college near home--especially UF. That's my number one. I'm contemplating USM and LSU (even though purple and yellow is my least favorite color combination EVER) because they have good programs for what I want to do, but I dunno. Any advice or whatever is welcome, although I'll figure it out eventually, I'm sure.

Mutter and I also came to another conclusion: If I study abroad my senior year of college, I will turn 21 in France. See, Mother and I have had this plan for a loooooooooooooooooooong time to go to Mardi Gras in New Orleans when I turn 21 (since Mardi Gras is usually the same week or right around the same week of my birthday). We thought for a second and then realized, hey, wait a minute, Mardi Gras is a FRENCH HOLIDAY. Why not just fly Mother over to France and celebrate there, the right way? Right? Right? Lol. Yes, my mother and I are very...interesting...people.

Anyway, that's all I've got for you today. Zala Razarael out. :)

Dennis Quaid is Here

For today's Manic Monday video, since I didn't have time to make one due to Career Night up at school, I present to you...this:



Dennis Quaid wants a coffee. Heehee. :)

Today was pretty run-of-the-mill, really. Took notes. Did work. Got irritated at Will Foley because he was being an ass. Again. As always. Went to career night, got some free stuff. Y'know, normal-type things.

I've started taking good ol' Suzy-Q the Laptop to school with me, because most of my teachers let us take notes on laptops if we have them, and it's a lot easier and wastes way less paper. I rather like it. Plus I have, like, an hour and a half of NOTHING in fourth period where I can get some writing done.

Eh. It was a day. I'm kind of worn down now, and I have a bunch of stuff going down tomorrow. I'm sending in my application to Camp Crystal to be a CIT next summer, and I'm kind of antsy about that. It will be about two, three months before I find out anything. Which means two, three months of OHMYGODWHATIFIDONTGETINWHATWILLIDO?!?!?!, followed by either OHMYGODIGOTINYESSSSS!!!!! or NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Either way, you will find out as soon as I do. Because that post will be in all caps, and probably in crazy colors.

Anyway, I've got some work to do, with some writing to do on top of that. I'll leave you now. :)

--Jenna