January 2011
8 posts
Ctrl+Alt+Delete you, bitch...
It’s sad to think about it but there are a few people who I would love to have permanently and immediately removed from my life.
I’m sick of your shit.
therandomteenheart asked: the ACT test my way just for you.
why are you so awesome jenna?
A) cuz i am. B) cuz sherilyn posts furby pics on my facebook to make me stronger. C) cuz i was was one of those terrific theater kids who had to take the ACT test ystrdy. D) cuz im the funniest person you'll ever know. E) all of the freaking above.
why are you so awesome jenna?
A) cuz i am. B) cuz sherilyn posts furby pics on my facebook to make me stronger. C) cuz i was was one of those terrific theater kids who had to take the ACT test ystrdy. D) cuz im the funniest person you'll ever know. E) all of the freaking above.
;]
Do a google image search for “241543903”.
Chilly heads, aye?
100
So, I’ve been thinking all week about what I should write for my 100th post. I thought about doing secrets about myself, then I thought about doing something about people in general, then I thought about doing things I’m thankful for. But none of those things struck me as “THE thing” to write about for the big one oh oh.
And then I thought, “why am I even stressing...
A conversation I had with my depression today...
(Sometimes, I just sit in my room and talk to myself about my life. Sometimes I'm talking to God and he doesn't answer. Or I talk to my conscience and it answers. Right now I'm talking to my depression who commonly comes to visit with nothing but a bad attitude and strong coffee. It gives me a way to assess my life so that I don't go insane. Even though talking to yourself and hearing voices are two of the most common symptoms of being nuts. One day I'll probably be institutionalized but for now, here's my conversation with my depression from today.)
Happy New Year.
Thanks, you too.
Got any resolutions?
Nah, I don't know that I need any.
Oh yeah? Think you're perfect, do ya?
I don't know, I guess for now.
I think you could stand to change a bit...
Like how???
Well, I don't know. You life just doesn't seem as cool as it could be.
I think my life's going well. Why do you say that?
You're single...
Is that what this is about?
Maybe... I don't know, I'm just saying that life could potentially be better with the addition of a significant other...
You don't think I know that? I try not to think about it, ok?
Well why don't you just-
Just drop it, ok?
Fine...
So now that that's out of the way, what else in my life do you think i need to resolve?
Well... Nah, nevermind...
What?
No, I don't want to say it.
No, tell me. Come on.
Well... It's just that I don't really see where you're going in life. Like, do you even have a dream anymore?
I... I, uh... Wait, what do you mean "anymore"?
Well, it's just that you always used to have dreams. You wanted to grow up to be this or go on and do that. And now, I don't really know what you dream of...
Well... (thinking for a while) I wanna go to college. A good college. Yeah, that's it, I wanna go to a really good college.
And?
What do you mean "and"? That's my dream. To go to a great college.
And do what? What happens once you get there. And then what happens after?
I don't really know exactly what I want to do at the moment.
That's exactly what I'm talking about. You don't have a dream anymore.
...Ok, maybe you're right. I guess I'm just not super interested in anything.
Why is that??? Why don't you go for acting and start auditioning for stuff??? I mean multiple people have told you that you have a future in it and-
I don't want to.
What the hell, why not??
I just don't want to.
You sound pathetic...
Why?!
Because you can't even give me a legitimate reason of why you don't want to do something that you're really good at and could potentially make you famous! And besides, it used to be your dream...
Stop with all this dream stuff, you're making me feel bad. I told you before that I was fine and now that you're making me think of all this stuff, I'm starting to feel like crap.
You have to start thinking about this stuff. You're really beginning to become...
Become what? Just say it.
I don't know. You're just not really going anywhere. You drift your way through school because you don't even stand out anymore, you just float along. What happened to the times when you used to soar? You used to be awesome.
I still am awesome. I'm not going to let you convince me otherwise. I'm going to stay reasonable about this and not let you bother me. You need to go away for a while.
Oh gee, look at the time. Didn't you want to put yourself on a schedule and be in bed by 9? It's past that. Good going, champ.
Shut up. You're a real dick sometimes, you know that?
I need to be. It's the only way to reach you sometimes. Speaking of "reaching", when's the last time you talked to your dad?
I don't remember.
Ooh, that sounds like a good sign. You're really doin' good, aren'tcha?
Just stop. I refuse to acknowledge you because you're just going to make me feel like shit.
Just call your dad before he leaves again. You remember what happened last time, don't you?
Yeah, I remember. Now, I'm going to bed. You need to just chill out, ok? I'm trying to stay balanced and happy and all that great stuff and I don't need you trying to drag me back down. So just stop it, alright?
Whatever. You'll be back tomorrow.