Hrmm, I have nothing to say.  I'm quasi-addicted to this thing already.  In my FOD I'd write (maybe) every two weeks.  My daddy is here.  We leave tomorrow to go back home.  Yay, Indiana!  And I get to go see my friends the first week of August!  Life is swell.  Well, time to watch s'more Fuse.  Man, I wish I had this channel back home.  They actually play decent music once in a while, as opposed to Mtv, whose name is quite deceptive seeing as they play mostly rap and then most of the time they aren't even playing music.  I will admit I'm a diehard Real World fan, but come on.  Who needs Jackass and the Osbournes?  Blech.  Depart I must.  Au revoiur! (That's French for later losers).

   -Jen

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter, and this morning I threw up fire.

Well, not really.  But this is a "good-ass" song.

Call 911.  I'm already dead, but someone should be called and held responsible for this body bag.

Well, not really.  But this is a "good-ass" song.

::sigh:: Boredom reaks.  Or reeks?  How on earth do you spell that word?  Well, not YOU.  You're a dumbass.  How do smart people spell that word?  Lalala.  I really need one of those things... what are they called?  Oh yes, a life.  If it weren't for music, I'd be a mental case.  I swear.  I don't know how much crap that music has brought me through, but thank you music.  You're a life saver.  Mmm... the clear-ish lifesavers are yummy.  What are they supposed to taste like?  Pina colada?  That's what they taste like to me, but what do I know?  My aunt was getting on to me because I won't eat mushrooms (even the miniscule ones) or meatloaf.  Hello!  They're gross!  Man, I can't wait to start college.  Maybe I'll finally have a social life!  Not that I've never had one, but I haven't for a while.  Since I moved and don't know anyone but the parentals.  Hrmm... I got a haircut!  It's tres cute!  Now when I get my lip pierced my hair will match.  Yeah... I know what on earth I'm talking about.  Jeez Louise.  There I go rambling again.  I'm a rambling fool.  Pizzeace out jiggaz. 

The mirror is shattered/In millions of pieces/Now I'm lost among those fragments/Try as you may to glue me back together/I'll never be the same.

Do you know how utterly awesome Ben Folds is?  *sigh*  I've been inspired to write a song or a poem or whatnot, but I've come to realize that those who inspire me are so much more talented than I am.  Everytime I sit down to write, nothing but malarky comes out.  My poems always turn into limericks.  Well, not really, but they may as well.

Let's try this.

There once was a man named Bernard.

Damn.

When you thought you took the best of me, you were sadly mistaken/My best is for me/And for the best/And you had all the worst intentions.

One day you'll see/See that you deserve nothing/And I deserve more than even your best/I deserve the world/And all you can offer is a cheap imitation.