Random Crap

I like people who feel comfortable in their own skin.I don't like people who wear make-up just to go swimming. it cakes up. and you end up looking redllightdistrictesqueI like people who have pictures with meaning and memory.I like people who take care of friends when they black out.I like people who laugh a lot and dance a lot and sing alot when they're drunk and moreso when they're sober.I don't like these girls on myspace who look like their 12 and feel the need to post raunchy pictures of themselves with the classic "OMG OOPS! I LOOK LIKE A WHORE " facial expression. You all know what I'm talking about. *my beach pictures are tasteful and isn't the reflection of me in the mirror with my camera and my tits and ass hangin out*I like people with good teeth, and overall good hygene.I hate it when people have yellow teeth and plaque. (BIG PET PEEVE) and like to take pictures showing they're poorly conditioned teeth.I hate it when people take pictures of themselves with a mirror and their hand helf up high with the camera flash, looking at a corner then photoshoping every imperfection pretnding like they're artistic and au naturale with "no makeup on" . I just do. cliche girls. get over you damn selves!I hate split ends.I hate restrictions.I like starbucks and my coworkers.I love the occasional hookah.I think oystershots is what the devil's shit would taste like.I want to fly away to an exotic land and study. and live.I want a lot of material things. And I will get them but I won't loose my sense of self and diginity.I will be independent.

Kinepela-Jennifer

ALOHA!!!k so let me just vent a lil...We arrived in hawaii a day late cause stupid fuckin United Airlines bailed on us twice. We left from LAX flew 40 minutes out to the pacific then turned around because of an electrical failure.They "fixed it" got everyone on board again, then told us to get off AGAIN because they did a final engine test that FAILED and so they had to take the plane out of service. How lame is that. They put us up in the la quita inn and didn't give us our luggage. blah blah blah it was a mess and that was the only stressful part besides coming back and forgetting where we parked the car in the LAX 3square mile parking lot. oh and the really really bad man wth b.o. that i had to sit by in the back corner of the plane next to the restroom.sidenote: if you are flying please be effing curtious of the poor people around you and use freakin deoderant to mask your rancid odour. shit man...5hours of that is unbearable!k on to the good part.We stayed on the Big Island of Hawaii. We rented a cute little villa surrounded by lava rocks and stuff in Waikiloa, i'm sure i spelled that wrong. Marino called it a barren wasteland. When we got there we were so hungry so we just ate at the first place we saw in Kona which just happened to be one of the best joints in Kona. Huggoz on the Rocks. Beautfiul sunset dinner, live hawaiian music and hula dancer. HIGHLIGHT: taking oystershots. haha. i will have pictures of that soon.What else..We took surf lessons from this tight local named Dante who had some narly battle wounds and some sick hawaiian tribal tatoos. Yah, I suck major balls at surfing, but it was so much fun anyways. Yeah he mentioned that the pervious lesson he gave there was a shark that he attracted cause his cuts were fresh and he was attracting them. We also saw a giant sea turtle just kinda chillin on the surface which was cool.We also went snorkling. We saw a giant sea turtle and pet it. But then learned that we arn't supposed to. But it wa cool anyways lol. We kayaked a mile out to Captian Cooks monument, saw really awesome spinner dolphins doing summersaults in the air. Once we reached the monument we went snorkling there too. It was beautiful. Got slammed pretty hard on the rocks and got a few cuts and scrapes from the damn sea urchines. Saw some really cool fish. but shieet i've got battlewounds lol.Went to the volcanoes and craters. Saw some lava steam and smoke. It was pretty coool. Went to the hotsprings. Shopping in Kona is awesome.The beaches were so beautiful. We spent alot of time in Hapuna and White sand beach because that where most of the skimboarding is. Got a nice lil golden tan. We also visited some black sand beaches and salt and pepper beaches. but my favorties were the white sand.Every night there was a beautiful sunsent and the nigh sky was filled with so many stars.I'll pictures up soon enough but for now that is all.Hawaii was nothing short of perfect.

Thinking Aloud

What is it about the human psychological chronicle that makes us so attuned to our incessant need to doubt, second guess, and back stab our own notions of reality or for the lack of better words our ideal? Its been bothering me as of late, the very reasons why people change, and I struggle nonetheless with my own demons as to why I, myself am changing. I was content, in my numbingly ambient happiness. So why the fuck couldnt I just continue to placate Fate, God, the Great Spirit, whatever the heck lies beyond that Ultimate Divine, and stay subdued. I was happy wasnt I? Or was I content with being unfulfilled. Id like to believe that I wasnt, and that I was meant to serve for a higher purpose in society other than my automatic consumption of selfish post Neanderthal needs. Dont get me wrong, I refute any and all allegations that I am subjected to religion. I do not mean a higher purpose as in a servant, but in Realitys terms; in our own, psychically tangible universe, I was meant for something more. But, now I find myself floating between that relentless haze of alcohol consumption where I usually end up saying oh fuck, what the hell did I do last night?! and my undisputed controversy between my ethics and indulgences. Could it be that my ethical reasoning is the thing that is ever changing? Maybe its just the fact that I want to know where Im going, see into the future, and know what the fuck am I supposed to do. Cause all I want to do and say to the universe is fuck this shit.

Thinking Aloud

What is it about the human psychological chronicle that makes us so attuned to our incessant need to doubt, second guess, and back stab our own notions of reality or for the lack of better words our ideal? Its been bothering me as of late, the very reasons why people change, and I struggle nonetheless with my own demons as to why I, myself am changing. I was content, in my numbingly ambient happiness. So why the fuck couldnt I just continue to placate Fate, God, the Great Spirit, whatever the heck lies beyond that Ultimate Divine, and stay subdued. I was happy wasnt I? Or was I content with being unfulfilled. Id like to believe that I wasnt, and that I was meant to serve for a higher purpose in society other than my automatic consumption of selfish post Neanderthal needs. Dont get me wrong, I refute any and all allegations that I am subjected to religion. I do not mean a higher purpose as in a servant, but in Realitys terms; in our own, psychically tangible universe, I was meant for something more. But, now I find myself floating between that relentless haze of alcohol consumption where I usually end up saying oh fuck, what the hell did I do last night?! and my undisputed controversy between my ethics and indulgences. Could it be that my ethical reasoning is the thing that is ever changing? Maybe its just the fact that I want to know where Im going, see into the future, and know what the fuck am I supposed to do. Cause all I want to do and say to the universe is fuck this shit.

Vodka

i miss being evil. and being a nasty bitch to complete strangers just because it's tuesday and i don't like their hair. and the best part them never knowing. i miss pretending i'm from the U.K. and saying fuck just for the sake of the english accent. oh i how i miss it. i miss being groped by my quai-lesbian lovers. i miss pigging out on the notorious turtle cookies, who have all crawled their way to my thunder thighs and booty. i miss coding every thing that walks into the usu with two legs and a penis. muhahaha. i'm going to hell. but of course i miss table. i am out of school now and bored. and need table comfort. ok maybe southern comfort will do. be we all know what happens when jenny looses her inhibition...er consciousness...bad things happen. and i end up saying what the fuck did i do last night as i wake up to a passed out shivering black man on my couch, sticky spots of who the hell knows what on random areas of my tile, and a house full of empty bottles of alcohol that i paid for but did not even get to consume. damn. my life could be a parody. or a manual of what not to do when your parents leave and your left with a window to beautiful freedom, where you roll in the feilds of alcohol consumption. i think i should publish my memoirs.find more at my new bloggy

Change Is The Only Thing That Is Constant

So there are a few things that I really want to do. And well I don't really think I care anymore about what people think, I'm just going to do it. Life's to short to always make choices based on what other people think.The first is that I want a navel ring. It's just something I've always wanted to get. I don't know why, some people may think it looks slutty, but I think it can be sexy and tasteful. I don't care anymore, it's what I want. I never said anything to you when you got 3 extra ear pericings and a looked like a mudda fuggin vamp. Did I?!Second, I'm getting my M Class so I can learn to drive a bike and maybe someday have my own. I've wanted one since highschool, and I think I've always put it off because my parents have never been very supportive of a girl driving a bike. They're old fashioned if you didn't know and the fact that I wanted a longboard for my birthday was appalling to them. But once I get a stable job I'm getting that lisence and that bike. I hate labels.Third, I want to move out. Next school year, I want to live on my own, get my own place, or with roomates. But, I just want to see what it's like by myself. I think it's about time.

And so it is. Life goes easy on me.

So these past 4 days have been a blast. I just can't believe how much fun I had. This summer is going to rock. why? cause I have the greatest friends in the world. Maybe I went a little crazy...but hey it was all worth it, and I'm glad I experienced it at least once..er twice . I just don't know what I'd do without my friends. I mean they take care of me when I can't stand on my own feet....literally. Just wanted to let you all know that they are pretty much the bomb.com. Life is pretty swell. Summer school ain't that bad after all. I'll be done in 3 weeks the prof is awesome. A month break. Vacation in the Dominican. One more summer school class then get to start my second year of college. Too bad i couldn't be a counsellor for la sierra that would have rocked. But next year is going to be cool. anyways woot woot