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i lost my baby bicycle. whom i loved
but i fell in love on friday
with a boy with a fade and a cowlick
and a clear skateboard
i fell in love with a redneck
who hangs confederate flags in his house
and says i just dont get it
when i tell him that its wrong
i want to fall back in love with my guitar
but i left it at my ex-loves house
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Sep. 17th, 2007 @ 06:23 pm
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who cares? not me!
actually ive been in a funk all day due to the events of last night. |
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wowee
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Sep. 10th, 2007 @ 06:15 pm
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surprise im posting!
good news on a tired day
i havent been so tired in a long time. i took at catnap in the bookstore with UCF teddy bears all over me. then i had to perform 2 monologues which i got very dramatic about and i think i mighta made some people feel weird.
the 1st one was "the sweater that stole my heart" -haha no comment
and the 2nd was "life on wheels"-telling the entire story of getting run over by a car while riding bikes with rachel and the whole recovery process and anniversary bike lift. gruesome.
there is a boy selling posters at the student union all week and he looks like a more masculine matty pop chart. got some fresh digits and am exited to have met a new person. even if he seems a little dry.
G. Leibawitz called the other day to say that we're playing with The Microphones at stardust nov 19th. Imagine that ! im so exited. even if hes a little creepy. ahahaha |
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Jun. 8th, 2007 @ 12:50 pm
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there aint nuttin like being treated like one.
why do some guys think girls are just a hole they can sweet talk their dick into? fucking blows. girls arent hos! well some may be, but those girls want to be hos!seriously, we are all people, not hungry, mean, forcing penises and vulnerable vaginas.Current Mood:  pissed off |
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HI!
im in munich, germany, mooching off of major corporations and spending their money to get me drunk.
this trip has had me in my lowest and highest moments of my life. tonight, i hope that portugal wins the futbol game. if they dont, i will leave this world. as a solemn whiskey drinker and lover of friends.
anyways, i come home in 1 week. i want to party with people i actually have a history with and jsut be around friends i love.
this has been a completely different experience of logically planned cities and free public transportation that has wowed me beyond expectations.
upon my return, my sister and i will be compiling our diaries, drawings, and pictures into a zine on an insane, stingy person's account on travelling europe. i hope all are interested.
love jenny |
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Yesterday i went to an anarchist squat-turned-bookstore in London and discovered what i've been looking for all my life. It wasnt in the crusty mug of tea i was given by a nice weird man. It was in the word FEMLAX. It is a waterslide for chicks so they can pee standing up! I really cannot wait to pee on the side of a building instead of waiting for girls to perk their tits in order to use the bathrooom. Victory in liberation of one of the only restrictions of the cunt: the squat-only restriction. I have been set free to pee. (dont worry-i know its a little sick).
Jun. 16th, 2006 @ 11:32 am
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so did i end up at the only hostal in france that plays feist beatles and stupid dance mania music to eat your breakfast baguettes to/
paris is a blow hole. poo poo
upon getting back my sister and i are collaborating our journals and drawwings and pics into a zine about fucking about in europe. looooooooook out for the publication. lots of mockery from evveryones favorite bobson twins.
miss a lot of comfortable things. like i wouldnt get a strange rash onmy body from my bed there. o wait maybbe. well ta ta online journal i never write in anymore. are vouis.
Jun. 10th, 2006 @ 11:25 am
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tomorrow i will be on a plane flying to madrid. i am so nervous.
in started a flikr account where i may post some pictures if i can find my camera cord by tomorrow. the username is "jenkyle the lady." which we all know is true.
mother hates me and i hope nothing happens to me or her while i'm overseas before we get this resolved. this whole hate thing.
May. 5th, 2006 @ 10:18 pm
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Last night my car window got smashed on Orange Ave and my computer was stolen. The glass is scattered all over a picture of my mom as a little girl. I think that symbolized that i shouldv'e gone home when she wanted me to and then this wouldv'e never happened.
May. 2nd, 2006 @ 06:48 pm
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yea so i booked this show at DMAC. (downtown media arts center on the corner of Pine and Magnolia)
Please come!
sorry lauren for having it on your bday-but you could always make it a stop.....right?
lovejen
Mar. 29th, 2006 @ 10:56 am
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i think that we are facing what we cannot understand. Why is making plans to travel so complicated? I think that's why people become homebodys because it's easy and lazy to stay in one town your whole life. I'm sick of living in the middle, where I'm comfortable and settling for something while dreaming about other things. Spending half the day in dreams within my head of everything i would be doing in faraway lands, and how much i really don't think i would miss this mediocre security.
When i try to think simply and appreciate simple things, i feel so underachieved, like i'm faking, because I can't hide from the truth that i am thinking about things deeper and more complicated. Like a type of self-torture.
So many things are boggling m mind. Like my veteran next door neighbor who threatens to pull his shotgun out on me.
Mar. 5th, 2006 @ 11:22 pm
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I am drinking a tall glass of mango iced tea, the condensation coming down the sides(the same shit that ruined my night, freezing and wet in a tent yesterday). A man approaches me with a mouth full of fudgy brownie, and slides me a business card. It reads in red and black capital font "GETFELDMANDESIGN:visual communications" So I sit there thinking, okay, and wait for the little old man to swallow. Upon opening his little speaking hole, he intensely says, "you look like a strawberry." I say, "why, am I red or something?" And the little old man says, "No. It's just your hair and face and everything. You look delicious."
Me: "Ummmm okay thanks. I guess it's good to look like a strawberry," thinking "how the hell do you respond to that?"
Little man: "A perfect one. Like a perfect strawberry."
Me: Just a smile this time, no words, how long is this man going to humor me with this strawberry shit?
Little Man: "I'm a graphic designer and I only see visual. You are like a perfect symmetrical strawberry."
I am a strawberry. Got any jam?
Feb. 28th, 2006 @ 08:08 pm
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the counteraction of the Nazi march yesterrday kind of answered my question as to how the Holocaust actually hapened witout the victims rioting and killing the nazis and reclaiming their freedom as people:
there were 11 people dressed of the nationalist social movement dressed up as SS soldiers, marching in the blackest part of Orlando and zeig hailing everything. these people, full of hate due to race, came and invaded this part on purpose.
there were 500 counter-actors. 500 people running and screaming and holding up signs across the way from them, following them throughout their entire pride parade.
but no one did anything to REALLY stop them. Even though they left before making their speech in front of the courthouse, I'm sure they were satisfied with the coverage.
Feb. 27th, 2006 @ 02:38 pm
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Things happen in negative and positive waves, but i wasn't warned about this flood that highly outdoes the latter.
1.While smoking a cig outside of my workplace i looked at the streets and noticed there was not a soul walking around. there never is. this is what we call downtown. there really is no downtown. there are thousands of people in our city but everyone is locked inside. come out ye children and romp! what is keeping you?
2.Left the art gallery doors open when i closed at DMAC. got condescended by the boss and called immature and almost got fired (or "made an example of"). despite the euphemisms, i realized that no matter what, selling coffee isnt going to reward me with good feeings of helping people and changing things i hate.
3.it is hard to find time not to fail classes when you are dating someone who is aspiring to be the president of the universe while also trying not to let your collection of heartfelt, stupid songs go down the drain. my brain is being sat upon by a white elephant.
4.my father just called from brazil. he just watched franz ferdinand. good god. (this isnt part of the wave, its just really funny).
Feb. 21st, 2006 @ 07:18 pm
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i bring you a joke as a member of the elite conspiracy theorists
does everybody know what time it is?
VALENTIME!
Feb. 13th, 2006 @ 05:44 pm
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i went to the ucf doctor for a twisted ank yesterday and got prescribed vicodin.
Usually i don't go for the whole antibiotics thing, but in this case ill thank the doc for being so fucking weird.
Thanks doc!
Feb. 1st, 2006 @ 11:19 am
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playing my music lately has made me feel like a bird with really long feathers.
It was wonderful to sing my crassly beautiful songs behind a sweaty man with his shoes off, kneeling and "praying for life."
And motivation to start my movable vegan treats stand has come to me in a shower.
Jan. 28th, 2006 @ 12:04 pm
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i just got into work, put on the only decent cd
AND I TWISTED MY ANKLE TO ANDREW W.K. TABLE DANCING LAST NIGHT
i cant stop hurting myself! the doctor used to accuse my mom of beating me cos of all the cuts and bruises i had.
band -aid should have paid for me to go to college.
Jan. 6th, 2006 @ 08:04 am
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how can i be taken seriously at work when i am constantly making human accidents?
a woman just ordered a coffee and i sneezed and a huge giant snot glob came flying out. who wants to buy stuff you put in your mouth from a girl with a runny nose?
lately, ive felt very strange. like i have no stable friends, however i have recently rekindled a true friendship.
i am very brokenhearted. but not from a certain boy, just from this orlando life.
these birds do not fly in a V, they fly in a messy mass, back and forth in circles, confused as to where north is. where home is. i am one with the travelling birds.
Jan. 5th, 2006 @ 08:22 am
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a boy came up to me last night, looked me in the face, and said "when i look at you all i see is destruction."
it was a precursor to events to come. i need to come back to orlando. ive never been twisted into such a vicious, and a little bit humorous, whirlwind of ..... oh shit....here it come.....drrrraaaama.
Dec. 30th, 2005 @ 03:23 pm
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