maybe i've missed this too.

new blog

http://jennparty.tumblr.com/
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throwback.

*last summer. after randomly choosing these photos, i had no idea 3 out of the 5 contained alex mayfield. however, c'mon. dance party in traffic, drunk in the streets of norfolk, black eye still gets down, drinking in my automobile outside of jamie's house, and me and ebeth loving one another. good times.












gawd, when did i get so boring?
step 1. tighten up.

i cut my hair.

..and took some crappy photos.




tonight, on the drive home
it felt like someone moved my house
farther away from my work.
it seemed worlds away.
maybe it's because i've been tired for the past few days.
last night was pretty balls2thewall
and i saw more titties last night
than you have all week.
suck it.

i got a runny nose.

my type of man.

hello wednesday.

so bamboozle was last weekend
and chris crocker was there.
jamie and i just stared at her.
i mean, what did you expect?
im pretty creepy in new cities.
that's all besides the point.
i have a headache right now.
i can't stop listening to mass pike
by the getupkids who were also at bamboozle
and i was waay excited for.

i spent cinco de mayo
@ hooters eating chicken wangs
and drinking miller lite
with my douchbag.

and did i mention, i was taken to the jersey shore
and yes, jager bombs and the new haircut
is real life.

i can't even begin to write down all the things
i experienced in the last five days
from men in elephant thongs,
to full frontals and ass tattoos,
to "how much for that hat girl?"
and seeing no doubt for the first time.
to coming home
and finally feeling missed,
and my bank account dwindling
but i'm so happy it's disgusting.


fuck labels.
i like you, you like me.
we ride or die together.

cheer me up.

i'm home
so why does it feel like i'm so far away?
there's a blanket over my head
and i don't want to come out for days.


these are the times
when i think i could cry
at long distance commercials
like all those ppl in the movies.

i'm disappointed in me
for a variety of reasons
and i don't even know who to talk to about it.


welcome home.
someone cheer me up.

another 6 am post.

what's wrong with me?
i should be sleeping and resting up for my
weekend of debauchery (*sp) with jamie darrah
and bamboozle and new jersey!
but instead i'm watching the life aquatic.
i realize i don't know how to act on dates
but then i'm glad they've all been with alex
because he pairs my akwardness with his inappropriate-ness
and then we just look two peas in a pod
who happen to be matching.
my face feels like i got into a fist fight.
wednesday night i apparently decided to get shit faced
and turned into boomer from left for dead.
throwing up everywhere.
god i'm awesome.
alex said i was an amateur alcoholic.
i agree, i totally agree.

hello 6 am.

there was a fan plan this weekend
after a trip up north
and here are my top five out of two hundred
photos i took (or the first five i really like
cos afterall it's six am bitches)







until later...

ladies and gentlemen.

sometimes,
i really wish i were a boy,
who could just wander around all day
with my shirt off,
peeing on sidewalks,
and being a socially accepted afternoon drunk.
because,
let's face it,
boys will be boys.




bridget jones: wait a minute, nice boys don't kiss like that.
mark darcy (aka colin frith!): oh yes they fucking do.



fuck yah.

let the light shine.

shaken, not stirred.


i can feel spring.
i think i'm gonna get another job.
work two this summer
since i doubt i'm going to take any classes.
i'm already becoming a bore.


&can somebody call an ambulence
i think i'm having an eternal struggle.
also, plz come write my research paper
and do my astro points.
thanks.

:)

hello happiness.
thanks for reappearing in my life.
everything feels right.
you remind me of christmas morning
and as cheesy as that sounds
i'd stop the party lifestyle
to sleep in on the weekends.


you're like a black balloon
and i'm like a firework
and i wouldn't have it any other way.

not everyday can be a party.

a friend's brother was murdered on friday.
you probably saw it on the news.
RIP isiah jones.
dobbie, i'm really sorry.
and for everyone else that knew him
my condolences and sympathy go out.
simply tragic.

i got my computer backzz

alex and i decided to go to the wave one time
and everything was funny.


last friday was gabby's bday
and GIRL talk.
which subsequently all my co-workers
thought was an actual event where me and my bffs
talk about boys.


alex is a bad influence on me
@ 1 in the afternoon b4 we both work.


MARGARITA PAAAAARTY.



in other news,
that last post was my 100th.
WOOOOHOOO.
i'm gonna celebrate tonight
secretly.
also,
STEP YOUR GAME UP SON.
you know who you are.
i'm gonna try to post a picture
everyday this week.



xoxo.

best week ever. aprils fools.

so i'm pretty sure i'm the only person
who's computer actually caught that aprils fools day virus.
my laptop is in a coma right now
and nothing i've done can revive it.
pretty shitty.

my work has been very slow
and i couldn't tell you where all my $$
has been going.

lately i have been feeling like everyone who's
supposedly close to me
has been making fun of me in this
under-the-radar-i'm-smiling-so-you-cant-be-mad-
that-i'm-getting-the-entire-table-to-laugh-at-you-
but-we-are-friends-right?-so-i-don't-mean-it-(maybe-a-little)
but-i-only-want-you-to-be-there-when-i-need-you-
cos-sometimes-youre-smart-and-you-drive-when-i-want-to-
get-drunk

\YYEAH GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

spring in around the corner.

jenn so azn (12:03:35 AM): im excited to see where this goes
lost tothe trend (12:04:07 AM): it'll blossom into a love worth fighting for

safe to say i'm crushing so hard.
&& then sometime later.

lost tothe trend (12:26:04 AM): wow
lost tothe trend (12:26:13 AM): you hung out with a celebo on the webz
lost tothe trend (12:26:16 AM): irl
jenn so azn (12:26:22 AM): lol

let the good come in.

so i made a broadcast to the universe;
i put myself on blast.
i'm ready for the good to come in.
i put the former ghosts to rest.
i let truth spill from my lips
i let them go.
&& now i feel totally free.


last night i met a southern accent
i couldn't stop listening to.
and i think i've found a friend
who is here for more than just fairweather.
it's safe to say
i'm starting to be really happy.

there's so much good to be had.

don't go with him.

jenn so azn (12:48:07 AM): i need like how to be a girl and get a guy 101
specialfx350 (12:48:19 AM): they probably sell that in barnes and noble
specialfx350 (12:48:25 AM): or just check google :p


ive got half a page of this paper to write
and well, i've run out of words.

i'll try to stay awake over the phone so i can tell the truth.

i don't feel like getting dressed today
i just want to call you up
and skip out on my obligations
and drag you out to drink green beer with me
because honestly, i've never had green beer
and although it doesn't look that appetizing
i feel like i'm missing out
and being the only one who hasn't seen twilight
or any of the star wars movies
has left me feeling like i'm sitting on
the damaged goods shelf at farm fresh
and i just keep hoping someone picks me up
for a closer examination and reads
that i'm still good.
all this is me babbling because
i don't feel like getting dressed today.
i'd rather do a million things
like avoid the rain
and make a youtube video of me lip syncing
and dancing around my room
because that's what i do on my off days.
i don't know about you.
no, i don't know you.

hello, how are you?



(written in under a minute.)