Poems

i know i said my next post was on that's what she said! but the poem is better.

no, it's not about my boyfriend or a boyfriend. i have this 10 line poem assignment in english and i was about to get started on it when i just opened up a new word doc and typed that. in less than 30 seconds. (shout out time) my friend randy said it was good. that makes me happy.
you kind of have to read it like it's typed. like and on and off rhythm. a kind of sad, break up feeling. if you don't it doesn't have the perfect broken heart ring to it.
yeah i know. didn't think i was poetic huh? wrong. didn't think i could write about broken hearts, right? wrong again. i think i am so poetic and i write about broken hearts all the time. just so you know.
the first time i wrote a bunch of poems was when i felt really emotional, like really happy or really sad, and i'd write and it'd have this amazing feel to it. and there was one person i always sent it to and i'd always title them "poem of _____" and then the time. that's why it's called "poem of 9:52pm" instead of "the way my heart breaks". one, because i'm just so used to titling it that way and i think it adds my own touch, and two, i'm not sure if i would've named it "the way my heart breaks" if i hadn't had "poem of 9:52pm" pop into my head at the same time. i haven't titled a poem like that in a long time. or really written one since i lost all the ones i loved.
i had this poetry assignment last year and i was so in love with it that i went onto this site that listed a bunch of different types of poems and how to write them (i loved that site, it was organized and neat and the layout was beautiful) and i just wrote them all and saved them in a folder. then i accidentally deleted them all when i was moving data to our new computer because i'm stupid like that. no, i just put them in the recycling bin for some reason because i thought they would stay there like they're supposed to, but apparently since it was on my flash drive it didn't. i've probably told you all that before.
it still makes me sad.

like really deep poems.
like me.

poem of 9:52pm

the way you break my heart

the way you scream at me
and tell me i’m
worth nothing
breaks my heart
into a million
pieces
because i can
never stop
loving
you

I Have a Pocket Garden

ms. goodrich made us make them. i'm growing beans :o. everyone else is like - wait let me just give you the conversation:

them: what are you growing?

me: beans! *makes happy face*

them: HAH i have CORN.

me: why is everyone saying that to me?? I LOVE BEANS.

them: CORN IS BETTER.

me: *sad face*

but yes. i don't know WHY they say corn is better, corn is so messy unless it's already off the cob which takes ages and makes your fingers all corn-y. so i will be proud of my green beans in peace!

mm yeah... i kind of have to keep them in my pocket every day so they'll grow. they feed off my body heat. haha smexy. hahahaha. well not really but they need to keep warm ;]

oh that reminds me! was helping out at my brother's math club party; mrs. d (no she's not related to mr. d ((see previous post if you no comprehendo)), it's draper) said - ooh more convo:

her: now all you have to do is keep them warm until we eat them (she's talking about pizzas, haha)

me: okay! i'll have scott sit on them!

--

me: scott, mrs. draper said you have to sit on the pizzas to keep them warm!

scott: what?!!?!

me: haha. kidding ;] *except i didn't really wink at him because that's a little um... ;] teehee*

oh and also:

me: hey! sam wears those shirts every day!

scott: huh?! reed?

me: yeah! polo shirts!

haha yeah that was pretty smexxxy. next post on that's what she said!

Tech Ed

i almost cut my finger off with a saw today. a cross-cutter saw. and i'm not being dramatic, the cut is pretty deep, haha.
so i was in tech 5th period and we were sawing scraps of wood when either

a. i was talking to alex because he made a comment about something or
b. i was just watching myself cut and was so stupid that the saw slipped and i more than nicked my finger

i prefer a. haha but i think it was b, only i wasn't really watching. i think i looked down and my hand slipped. so then i have this bleeding cut that's really bleeding itself out and i don't tell mr. deininger because sweetie, what kind of person cuts themself with a saw?? like nobody! this is why they let us all use them at the same time in the first place! but no, i had to go and get myself a nasty cut.
so i was going to wash it only water makes cuts bleed more, so i wrapped it in a 1.5 inch strip of paper towel (ooh math). then the strip wasn't working so i pressed my thumb against my finger - oh by the way, it was my pointer finger. on my left hand. because i saw with my right hand. :) - and asked mr. d if i could go to the bathroom and he was all like "yeah yeah" because he was teaching someone else how to saw, so they wouldn't slip and cut themselves like i did. oh but he still had no idea my finger was twisting in pain.
then i go to the bathroom and spend like 10 minutes in there with pieces of toilet paper because we don't have paper towels in the bathroom, we have those machines where it has the picture of you pressing a button and getting bacon. haha. i know. when i get back, i have like a minute left of class.
in 6th period i asked ms. hollingshead if i can go to the nurse because i cut myself. and we joked around, "no you can't go to the nurse. you'll just have to stay with your cut." teehee. ;]
the nurse was on her lunch break. at 6th period. well actually it was 1:30ish, but whatever. so i asked the lady at the main desk who told me to wash it, she didn't ask how i cut myself or how deep. and i washed it and it stung like crazy because i'm a big girl and --

big girls don't cry. :)

Yesterday's Cookies

haha no, i didn't actually buy the cookie dough myself. but i thought the status was something i'd write... ;). but yes, otis spunkmeyer did come in a truck with pictures of children hugging cookies and delivered boxes and boxes of cookies that not only made the cafeteria smell like cookies, it left the tables all greasy. dude, the cookies soaked through :o. heck yeah baby, love for run on sentences.

oh and before i start... shout out to alex for best facebook chat today. :)

haha i suck! i posted like... once in january, 4 times in february? oh wait haha i checked it was 9... 6 times in march and so far 10 in april and there's only 2 days left ooh ooh ooh. haha umm... random thought, i love vlogging. yeah but i don't vlog. but i'm that type of person who likes to be in a video just talking to a bunch of random people on youtube. but if i DID vlog, couldn't you imagine me doing that? and like, pointing down to tell people to leave me a comment on what they think. here take a second (for me) and if you know me in real life and know me well, CAN'T YOU IMAGINE ME VLOGGING? :]]
but yeah haha i kind of suck. i need a regular posting basis. teehee weird words.

hey -- did you know i love screen shots?

vlog moment. wait, scratch that.

jennifer moment.

Samuel Morse's Birthday

the search bar had to be kept in the screen shot after i cropped it because that's like... the only way you can tell that's google ;).

oh! and flair of the day to your right. a flair is sort of like those little buttons that people pin on overall straps or jackets with smart alecky sayings on them. or just something sweet. wait, haven't i explained this before? i think so. well anyway, now that your memory is refreshed...
i think i'm going to start posting screen shots of flairs more :)

This is Me at 12:57am

this is me up at 12:57am in front of the computer with my english project next to me, the printer on that won't print, and my math notebook propped up between the radio and the laptop screen. i'm up this late because... well, i had to get my english project done (it's art. again) and i was also helping randy with math. we did like... 3 problems? 4? and it took about an hour. teehee.
i'm so braindead. i can't think
but! we're taking a whack at a 3 system of equation algebraiac problem thing. which we'll die doing.
we're going to be sleeping in class tomorrow.

Facebook Wall Posts

you should see me when i listen to music i love. i totally rock out and start dancing.

i also love polaroids. on deep pictures like the one shown.

there should be a thumbnail of my profile picture next to the "jennifer lee" right above the photo, but i copied a section of white from the screen shot and pasted it there.

smart. ;)

My CBA All Nighter

not really. hopefully i won't be up for the whole night... i was counting on my getting this done by 1, but it doesn't seem to be happening any time soon. i'm on paragraph 5 out of 8 and i'm stumped. there seem to be no personal stories from chinese immigrants in the pacific northwest.

i had no idea we were supposed to have this typed up by tomorrow until today - "cba" stands for classroom based assessment, so i thought we were going to have a ton of class time to finish this. wasl week number two - finished last part of the writing wasl today; finally done with it all - so the schedule was weird. and boniface didn't schedule enough time in the library/computer lab... we only had one day which was yesterday, and then it's due tomorrow. we didn't even go today.

so i'm going to be stuck here forever, typing and typing and typing.

i'm replaying "butterfly fly away" by miley cyrus (hannah montana: the movie original soundtrack) because it's soft, not too slow, and doesn't make my head spin. if i listen to "shake it" or "hero/heroine" or even "love story", my brain will explode. i'm just not up to it now. but hit the link - you'll see why i keep replaying this song. it makes me want to cry.

tabs i have open right now: historylink, noodlebib, chinese immigration, chinese americans, njhlibrary, white river valley museum, facebook, hotmail, thesaurus.com, chinese immigrants, dictionary.com, and blogger.

well, back to essay writing... butterfly fly away helps me think. when it plays, i write.

thank you for being my distraction for a few minutes.

xoxo, jennifer

Taylor Swift: Fearless Tour 2009

april 23. that's today! she should be in evansville, indiana at 7pm. next? saturday in st. louis, missouri. april 30? north charleston, south carolina. and may 17? SEATTLE, WASHINGTON at KEY ARENA. tickets sold out in four minutes when they first went on sale - that was a while back. and guess what? i might go!
tour runs until october 10, 2009 (subject to change) in minneapolis, minnesota. in the past taylor's opened for tons of singers/bands -- now she's on tour and she blogged on myspace that she's very excited. who's opening? gloriana (love them) and kellie pickler (love her!).
she's hitting at least 52 cities... and she's going to canada, too. she's amazing! :)

hit link: gloriana -- love them!
wild at heart

Metabolism

i seem to hear the word a lot lately. like everywhere i go, even if the people who say it don't know the next person who says it, i still hear it. today when someone said it to me during lunch, i was like... when i get home i'm going to blog on this.
so here i am, blogging about metabolism. it's really not that big; i'm sure you know what it is and that you have a higher rate than your parents - this is why old people get fat easier; they have to excercise more than we do to keep their weight the same, but they're older and get tired easier so they don't. thus, they get fat. that's your one sentence summary.
yep... it's usually whenever i'm about to eat, and the term "unhealthy" comes up. which launches the parent - i don't think i've met a kid who's said it, mostly because they probably don't care - into a whole "did you know our metabolism is slower than yours", etc etc etc, "so we shouldn't eat unhealthy food." today it was over a subway at blaine.
blaine? i was coaching my brother's math team. 5th/6th. some of my friends who are on the math team were there, too. basically i just sat on the table for the whole first half of the testing (individual/mental math) and then for the whole second half i sat on the floor. i was so sore and my legs were asleep. this is because i was too scared and tired to get up and go get food in the "hospitality room".
what person in their sane mind is up at 6am on a saturday? apparently, me. guess i'm crazy, huh?
but it was nice. for getting up at 6am, sitting in a car for 2 hours, sitting on a floor for another 2, sitting on cement for 45 minutes during lunch and listening to someone talk about metabolism, sitting on the bleachers for another 45 during the one armed juggler for entertainment, and then finally getting home after another 2 in the car, i mean. and you know, after i got home, all i did was sit around the house.

it was a great saturday.

My Dad's New Rule

it kind of sounds like one of those romantic comedies doesn't it? only then it would be "my father's new rule". and it would be about a girl who falls in love and her dad makes a rule that she can't date until she's out of college, et cetera, et cetera. and of course the girl hates this and she sneaks out with the guy anyway, and the dad finds out and gets mad. and of course the guy is a nice guy, so he tries to make the dad like him with the help of the girl so that they can stay together. and in the end, the dad decides he likes his daughter's boyfriend. right?
but that's not the point. my dad made a rule last night that i'm not supposed to
1. facebook
or
2. instant message (windows live messenger, la di da di da)
until i'm done with my homework. okay so it sounds easy, but it's really not. you know how i'm nearly always online after school? yes, i'm actually working on pages and pages on homework. this is called multitasking and i love it and i'm great at it too - with the nice help that messenger dings, facebook clicks and notifies in the tab, and whatever else i'm doing probably has some noise that lets me know there's an update.
but even without that, i'd still multitask smoothly.
so... i'm doing my math. yay, algebra. so rather me IMing. so so so so so much. but as you know... and yes! i know i'm on blogger. blah blah blah. i know, i'm such a bad girl. such not a daddy's little girl. halo disappeared.
but, you know...
he never said blog.

When It Rains

just say it again and mean it, we don't miss a thing... and convinced yourself that it's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore... and oh, oh, how could you do it? oh i, i never saw it coming, oh, oh i need the ending. so why can't you stay just long enough to explain?... and when it rains, will you find any escape?... take these chances to turn it around (take your time). just take these chances, we'll make it somehow. and take these chances to turn it around (take my). just turn it around... so why can't you stay just long enough to explain?

hurts for you.

Jeans

put on my jeans today. it felt really weird, like i had them on backwards. took them off, examined them in the mirror. hmm, looked the same. same blue, same frayed edges on the bottom.

same jeans.

i think they're meant to be drawn on.

you make me doodle hearts on my paper.

i mean, jeans.

April Fools!

swapped classes with other 3rd period honors social studies.

"hey mr. boniface! play cool third period, playing a trick on martin."
"hey mr. martin! play cool third period, playing a trick on boniface."

ahha, 7th grade minds of geniuses.

class: "shh! the bell rang! he's coming in!"
martin: "ahh, you guys think you are soo funny don't you?"
class: "hahahaha."
martin calls boniface.
martin: "hey, yeah, i seem to be missing a few students. oh, you too? let's ditch and go to pizza hut."
later:
martin: "down to the library guys! mr. boniface wants to teach you guys some life lessons."
class: "uh oh. here it comes."

in the end? turns out the trick's been played on us.
boniface shows 10 minutes after we've all been hiding in the library.

nice.