Woo. Just got red streaks in my hair. The process took, like, 2 hours, but it was worth the wait. I'm frankly surprised that my mom would even consider letting me do this, but she was actually supportive of it. She even said I look "cute." Now if I could just get her approval of me getting tattoos someday....

This weekend has been busy. Saturday my family went to Springfield with some family friends. Clothes shopping. Bleh. I'm not the kind of girl who enjoys spending time at department stores trying to find something "hot and stylish." Although I must say that I have been trying to wear more than just T-shirts, which feels good. After the clothes shopping, I went BOOK SHOPPING! I bought three books. Rosemary's Baby, The Shining (Stephen King), and some other book you guys probably haven't heard of. Going to the bookstore was definitely worth all the boring clothes shopping.

I know everyone's been posting videos lately, but this is HILARIOUS.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Znh0E-ly8_I&feature=related

I feel like posting a lighthearted, depression-free journal today. I'm actually pretty happy right now, for certain reasons. I haven't had a day like this in a long time. I don't know why, but I feel like sharing some stuff about myself with you. So you can get to know me better, here is a list of random things about me:

- I'm not a huge fan of TV. The only thing I like to watch is cartoons. Chowder, Adventure Time, Regular Show, Invader Zim, and Family Guy are among my favorite cartoons. The first three are relatively new shows on Cartoon Network. Check them out if you like cartoons.

I wrote this on an impulse, and I made it up as I went along. No editing. No revision. Nothing. I hesitate to post it for all of you to see, but why not? Feel free to dole out criticism (and compliments). A little constructive criticism will do me some good.

So, I've noticed that some of my fellow Oasians go by their first names. Centerfielder08 is Eli, Dracofang is Shelby...you get my point. I think I'd like it if, from here on out, I was addressed as Jenna. Yes, that is my first name and yes, it is a horrible name. I've been on this site for a month, and I feel comfortable enough with you wonderful people to be called by my first name, Jenna. Thank you for your cooperation.

Good, positive stuff:
1) I entered a writing contest about three months ago and I should be getting the results mailed to me any day now. I probably already told you guys this, but the winner gets 200 dollars and their story published in an award-winning literary journal. And the contest is being held by Columbia, the college I plan on going to.

There's a video from Australia that went viral recently on Youtube. For whatever reason, our astronomy teacher showed it to us. Check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KakZkh9Iu7U

So, who's at fault here? Who behaved the worst in this situation? Is it the kid who threw the first punch, or the bigger kid who body slammed the evil little toolbag? I've heard that the parents of the kid who threw the first punch sued the kid who stood up for himself. Who should be punished the most?

I had a doctor's appointment today. Bleh. I strongly dislike doctors. But to be fair, this one's not so bad. She's concerned about several things. First, there's my weight. A few months ago I weighed 130 pounds. Now I'm 102 pounds. Second, there's my eating habits. I never eat breakfast, I only eat a candy bar for lunch, and I refuse to eat fruits and vegetables. This leads to me having virtually no energy throughout the day. My doctor wants to call my therapist and ask what's going on, which is none of her business. She doesn't need to know my personal life.

I recently had to write an essay in English about what love is. This is probably one of the hardest essays I've ever had to write, because love is such a broad and subjective word. I could say that I "love" pizza, or that I "love" that girl's shoes...but what does it really mean to love? Each person's idea of love varies, so love is something you can't generalize. Love is the most abused word in the English language. We say it all the time, without ever really meaning it. You don't have to agree with my opinion, but this is what I think it is:

I just got back from a pleasant trip to Springfield with my friend. It did me a lot of good to get out with a friend. I can't keep shutting myself in my cave/room all weekend.

The weird thing is that my friend's dad has a crush on my mom. So if my mom and her dad got married, we would be stepsisters. An awesome possibility, yet slightly creepy and awkward.

Dude, I really need to get out more on the weekends. I have absolutely no plans, aside from bowling. It'll be the last day of league tomorrow. Sad face. My team places second or first every year, but this year we didn't do so well. We placed fourth, I believe. But it's still fun. My mom and I bowl on the mother daughter league in the summer, so that'll be fun. Haha, I just realized how nerdy that sounded. Bowling on a team with your mom. I'm such a nerd.

Something weird happened to me today. So I was doing a project about stars in Astronomy, and my lab partner looks at my handwriting and says, "I bet you're a butch."
"What?" I say, puzzled. (I haven't really come out fully yet)
"You're handwriting is very masculine," she says. I'm pretty sure she wasn't joking either. She then proceeded to tell me that my voice, my clothes, and my handwriting all scream "butch," as she so nicely puts it.

To take my mind off of the first love of my life, I shall rave about this girl I'm crushing on in my pre-calc class. She has the most adorable laugh, and when I hear it, I want to laugh too, even if what she's laughing at isn't funny. It's the contagious kind of laugh, basically. Her smile is so childlike and innocent. Her face is chalk white, but when she giggles, she blushes ever so slightly. Her hair is a dark red, which is a rarity at my school. She's so petite, and her frame is fragile, as if hugging her too hard would cause her to break into little pieces.

Bleeehh. I'm really not in the best of moods today. All (well, most) of my friends are pissing me off. "I'll always be here for you Jenna!" they tell me. "You can always trust me Jenna!" What a load of bullshit. The second I come to them with a problem, they say "Oh that's too bad" and change the subject. As if this whole situation with Amber wasn't enough. Now I'm starting to realize that 90% of my friends suck. Fuck them. If I'm alone and having one of my famous self-pity moments, who do I call? Who do I turn to? Gah. I just don't care about anyone anymore.