hehehehe... he kissed me again..

who rocks?

dipping you hand into sacks of grain

overhearing children's stories

The way Eric would do anything to protect his friends.


Okay... today was alright I guess. I had junior lunch... meeeeehhhh...

Got a bajillion post its in my locker today. Why is it that everyone can open my locker but me?

Crap... I hate being grounded.

This morning was rad. I woke up and pranced about to Linkin park in my Charlie Brown underwear.

I love my life.

Today was very very very very good. I shall leave out the details. But I will also say I am very very happy. hoorah!

Went to my first therapy session today. 'twas alright... not as bad as I though it would be.

Turns out Shaeffer doesn't hate me and isn't out to g et me. Rather she's demonstrating "tough love." Please Ms. Shaefer... stop loving me.

I am only grounded for two weeks... which isn't so bad except thats all the longer I have to wait 'till I can actually hang outw ith Mike. It also means that I can't go see The Act on saturday. Dammit.

But he kissed me. Hooray!

Ew. I'm turning into Pyro. What is the world coming to?

Additions to the list:

Timmy's lisp.

Grape Now and Laters.

Fighting with Pyro. Because fighting means glorious and often amusing make ups, usually involving tears, screaming, tackling, and laughing.

what's beautiful to me

The way Ed can take over the world with his little finger.

The way Smith treats Pyro like an Elven queen.

eyelashes after one has cried.

The way grass smells after it rains.

The first snow of the season.

... and the second... and the third... and the 40 billionth for that matter.

lightning.

Those bugs that roll into little balls when you try and hold them.

The color of Mike's eyes.

Jon's eyebrows.

The way Josh can make me feel better by just yelling at me for touching his hair.

The way other Danny (bellybutton) gets when hes around me and girl Dannie (Bob).

Steff's attitude.

A miss Kayla Rose.

Sunflowers.

Chaos.

Sean Connery.

Mark Twain.

Sonnets.

Ice Hockey.

Grape Gatorade.

That face Roma makes when she's lying.

The fantastic four.

The way Jessica loves Edwin.

Ryan's anologies.

Art that makes no sense.

The sound magazine subscription cards make when theyre folded on the dotted line.

Rain.

Katy when she talks about Rob.

Bridgets sense of humor.

Plaid everything.

Checker patterned socks.

Polka dots.

Clothes from the 70's.

Richard's insanity.

Walruses.

Did I mention grape gatorade?

People shouting from balconies in the rain.

Thunderstorms.

Manhattan.

Angie's eyes.

Overactive children.

Erica's love of pizza hut.

The signs on the fridge that say "No Carbs" and "EXCERSIZE!!"... the very same signs I ignore as I get a bagel.

adventures.

Zebras.

Junior mints.

COld shower tuesdays.

November shivers.

Rearview mirrors.

home made cookies.

James Bond movies.

Kimberly's kindness.

And the little things like that...

Mixed emotions

Very very angry and very very happy at the same time. I have to go to summer school for 12 days... buuuuut... lets just say Mike isn'tso blind anymore. Muahahahahahaa...

Meh. Pray for snow.

Welcome, welcome, welcome to the gates of hell!

This is the greeting Brother Mark gave us as we walked into the digital switching and logic room for the first time today. Boy am I gonna love that class.

I was nearly late for H today and I'd liketo thank my god forsaken alarm clock for being an idiot and forgetting to ring.

Just because I tackle Laura, steel her chicken, and run away screaming does not mean I am crazy.

I didn't catch anyone interesting at the pizza place after school so I shot off home on an express 88, where Ryan came along and sat on my lap for an hour. Although the boy is no more than 110 lbs after a while I began to lose circulation in my legs. He still chasing after the girl of his dreams and I give him props.

His one peice of advice to me was "Just kiss him... I get turned on just thinking about a girl kissing me first." and then I had to make sure his wallet was the thing poking me in the leg. Thankfully, it was.

I have a valentine. I do not know he is. I'm not even sure if he goes to my school. And theres a good chance he's younger than me. I got a pre-valentines day hug from the creepy short kid who asked me to be his valentine outside the pizzeria on friday. Either way, I have a valentine.

Tommorrow I have a Astronomy for the hour. Mr. Baricelli is a mad man. But hey, it's astronomy... and that means stars and senior lunch. Go me.

I wish my blog was thought provoking. But nay, I have sunk into the deep sea of manure and have dwindled into an online diary. I hate myself.

Anyway I must be off. Song of the day : Count the stars- saving myself.

Song of the week: Sugarcult's "Pretty girl"

Okay so yestrday was absolutely AMAZING. Mr. I called me brilliant, grant that he also said that being brilliant isn't nearly enough. Apparently, I have to actually be in school. Who knew?

Return of the King was such a good movie, I abolutely loved it. I bet if I took it seriously I would have had a better understanding of it, but it was more fun to just sit there and giggle with Mike over how Frodo and Sam should get together.

The art show was also really grand. It was better than last year, and I was in last year's. The theme was Dante's inferno and Steffie and Kayla were absolutely amazing. More sitting there and giggling like an idiot. Dom sang through the entire intro, which was ratehr amusing.

I talked to Bridget for a really long time today... I missed her sooooooosososoooo much. I lover that girl.

I told him he could do better. There were huge neon blinking arrows pointing at me. He said "Yeah, right?." My arrows went out and I looked at hime and said "definately."

Mike is the first guy to drive me home a movie. He's the first guy I went to an art show with. And he's the first guy to bite me on the head 3 times in 10 minutes. In fact, he's the first guy who's bit my head at all.

FYI: He is my FRIEND.

I love sugar cult. *sigh*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUCKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

your one of my favorite boys... men... things... anyway i luv ya!!

I encourage you all to go see The Act on January 31 at Arlene's Grocery in Manhattan... no, better yet... you all BETTER go. They are an awesome awesome awesome band and need our support so get out there and show it!!

Quote of the day:
Me: "Hey, you got anything manly I can borrow?"
Josh: *looks around* "... I've got a penis... but you can't borrow that."

Tommorrow I see Return of the King with Mike!!!!!! Hopefully he calls me tonight with the grand news that his mom's letting him take the car.
The Plan: After school we hang out, go to the movies, then to the art show, and then he drives me home so my dad doesn't have to come all the way to prep to pick me up. Hopefully all works out for the best.

"I'm not old."
"You're inches away from deathe everytime you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? A half a minute before that you were stepping into highschool, and an uinhooked brassiere was as closeas you ever hoped to get to paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a 10 week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell else are you ever going to slow time down?" Dunbar was almost angry when he finished.
"Well maybe it's true," Clevinger conceded unwillingly in a subdued tone. "Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it is to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?"
"I do," Dunbar told him.
"Why?" Clevinger asked.
"What else is there?"

-Catch 22 by Joseph Heller

"Elizabeth" and my dad had a meeting today... it wasn't as bad as I though it'd be. I just have to go to therapy once a week for anxiety. My dad didn't kill me when I told him I hadn't gone to AP in a week either... worse, he was dissapointed.

I hate that.

Stupid stupid locker. I hate you.

Holy Christcakes!!!

I have $400 that I've been saving for that florida trip we were all suppossed to take. If it gets cancelled... I can go shopping!!

Or better yet... I could go to Talahassee...

Yes, but my BOTTOM doesnt throw planets off orbit.
-Tim

My Butt does NOT throw planets off orbit... THAT"S LAURA'S!

A website we can all enjoy: Letters from Iraq

So I didn't go to school today. I had like 3 panic attacks last nite and was to tired to go to school this morning. I called "Elizabeth" and she called my dad and now I have to go to a stupid parent-student-phsycologist meeting thursday. Fun stuff.

On a brighter note... much brighter, I saw Holes today, excellent movie if I may say so myself... and I do.

Anyhoo I'm hoping Jon will call because it will make my day much much better, even though I know he won't because he always loses my number. I also have to call Danny and check up on him... make sure he didn't do anything stupid.

An announcement for all my emo kids, As You Wish will be here in July and I need people to check em out with me. Email me if you're interested.

Well I must be off, there is homework that needs to be done.

Much love <33

Now pictures from the other night... enjoi

We were talking, just the other day
About small time things how we love to play
But the talk soon drifted to the darker things in life
And you mentioned, how your world had changed
When you found out how my worlds arranged
Well I guess my sin is not knowing when to lie

'Cause I'll never be, never be, what you want me to be
I'll never see, never see what you want me to see
And I know now, it's all just lost in your eyes
No I'll never be, never be what you want me to be
Never see, never see, what you want me to see
And I know now it's all just lost in your eyes
In your lies

I saw a picture of you and me
And it all rushed back how it used to be
All those feelings that were gospel such a long time ago
And I thought to myself that I wanted you back
But I know in my mind that it's only a trap
Well I guess those feelings are better just left alone

You know, when it all comes down to it, maybe we were just too much alike
But I know, when it comes down to it I guess it doesn't really matter
It's over

-Mustard plug- Never be

finally got the new template set up... took a longggggg while.... more after i finish the homework I was suppossed to be doing.

Maybe I should stop living my life as though it were some dire mission I needed to get through. I bet I could acheive alot more and end up thinking alot less, and we all know I think far too much.

I'm looking for a brand new template, Sorry Josh, Martini girl is getting old. If I had time I would do it myself, but frankly, I do not have the time, nor the html-ing/graphic design talents needed for this task. So I would be much obliged if you let me know of any design sites, other than Maystar, for while I love her stuff to peices... I need something new, something fresh... something free!!

This is Jen speaking, thank you, and goodbye.

you always write so sadly in your blog
youre like me,
you shouldnt be allowed to think about nothing for extended periods of time
i love you so much,
and i know you dont want to hear it, but
when you write like that, i worry about you
i dont like to hear that youre so sad
i wish i could see into your soul,
see the little girl with the christmas lights,
but also the big girl with the long face,
so i could help you,
or at least cheer you up.
and you know we all care.
we might not be able to see mirror-girl,
but i know i can see your sad face,
but you never know why it is sad.
im glad you dont let them win,
and i know you can achieve your dreams,
but you have to keep trying if you want to
one day, you'll decide to keep trying
and that day will be when you try in the right place at the right time
and thats all it takes.


and dont stop trying or else ill come over thier and kick your b-u-t-t
i love you

I was going through old emails, seeing what I could delete... trying to delete absolutely everything. But I couldn't bring myself to lose this one. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I hate myself for letting myself get this way. Hopefully it'll go away soon. It's not the "I love you"'s... its the "there". I was such a jerk to him. Dammit. I hate being a girl.

"Sometimes I hate being a girl, and sometimes I just can't get into Jenise's locker, even if I had the jaws of life with me."

This is true I can't even get into my own locker. More on this topic next time.

"other than trying to justify self pity... which never works... trying to figure out the complexity and beauty in every day life that everyone takes for granted... i swore i felt my grandmothers hands on my face the other day... I still remember how her skin felts worn like paper... it told stories as she walked..."

Oh the whether outside is frightful, and inside Jen wants to kick "clifford"'s a..

I blame you, Larrie. You and your stupid hormones.

So the snow prevented me from going to school today. My dad called up from FL and literally would not allow me to go to school. He spoke of his not wanting me to die from hypothermia/falling in the snow. He actually said "Jenise-Marie, you're not very tall at all. If it snows alot you might fall in and not be able to get out, just like last time." Sad thing is, he was dead serious.

So I've been using my day to finish off homework and watch Pirates of the Carribean for 12 consecutive hours. I am trying hard to start anew. Forget about the past and just try and move on. You know, eat, drink, and be merry, for tommorrow we die!!... no wait...

Today I shall explain my strange childhood to you, my diligent, yet somewhat pissed off at my weird mood lately, readers. When I was younger, I was that kid who was convinced aliens would attack. I wore a alluminum helmet because I didn't want the aliens to read my brain or steal my body.

I also used to sit ounder my bed and devise plans to take over the world. I really thought someday I'd be dictatator of the world. I used to sit under my bed with a flashlight, my aluminum foil helmet, supersoaker filled with grape juice (I believed that the aliens were allergic to grape juice), and a spoon (just in case I need to get out of ther quick) and think up ways to overthrow the government or hack into the pentagon.

After my mother died, I made a phone in which you could call heaven out of an old soda bottle. Even though I couldn't hear her in it, I was convinced it worked. Only, she was the only one who could hear me. The connection was bad or something.

In junior high, while all the other kids were voted "most likely to succeed" or "best smile", I was voted "most likely to hack into the pentagon". I was just a little unusual.

Although me and my cousins were close, we were all complete oppossites. Angie was like a little boy. She played baseball and beat up all the other kids. I can remember when I was like 9, she got a really short haircut. From then on, she was called "Mogli" (Jungle book) by all the village children, ie: Erica, Alex, and I. She also had the strange ability to climb up walls which also gave her the nickname, spider girl.

Let me explain, in my aunt's old apartment in Manhattan, there was a very narrow hallway. Angie used to put a leg and an arm on each wall and climb up it, like some sort of overgrown insect. I can remember playing hide and go seek, not being able to find her anywhere in the house and freaking out. I mean, I checked EVERYWHERE. Only to be walking to the bathroom and find her hovering above my head. Yes, she was a very strange little girl.

My cousin Erica was the typical girly girl and remains so to this day. Even when we were little she had a fascination with boys, clothes, and make up. She had the barbies and the glitter horsies and she even had a bunk bed which she was the queen of.

Strangely, she also had an obsession with batman. Wether it be for the action or the cartoon boys, I still don't know. I remember she had a batman and robin poster on the wall near her bed. Every night before she went to sleep, she'd kiss the little picture of robin. To this day, it freaks me out just a little bit.

All in all, my childhood was great... and rather interesting. Me, Erica, and Angie were best friends then and we're best friends now. And we're still completely opposite. Angie's nickname is still Mogli even though she's grown to be a fantastic girl with long brown hair. Erica is still slightly obsessed with boys, clothes, and things of that nature, and she has thus moved on from batman to Degrassi. And I, well I still have my aluminum foil helmet in a box under my bed. And I'm pretty sure it still fits...

Reads of the day:

The diary of a London girl
Why Don't I like you?

One More Thing...

Do you know what I love above all else right now? The sound those little magazine subscription cards make when you fold them and tear them along the dotted line.

California dreaming never meant that much to me

Okay now that all of that's out and I've kept my brain from exploding, I'm in a much better mood. I think one of my friends might like me which is, I don't know, cool. Might be going to the movies with him and another next week. I had one hell of a day but things seem to be looking up. I'm kind of trying to optimistic, not my usual cynical self. I'm so tired of feeling this way, I just kind of had to get all of that out.

Checked out some rec room articles and am feeling rather well. Cory called and made my day, I miss my Ohio peeps. I'm looking forwad to March when I can see em all again... hoorah.

Made a new friend, her name's Kat and she's a freshmen. Me and Dannie met her while in Elizabeth's office today. She's really cool.

I had a strange dram ivolving a sophmore boy with shaggy blonde hair and peircing blue eyes. Apparently, his name is Kyle. For some reason, Mr. Venza was my adoptive father and was going out with Ms. Parziale. Jared was my older brother. And Josh and Emil were mixed up in all of this. Weird.

Anyway, I must do homework. Hopefully it will snow so much there will be no school!!

I wanna see your make believe

So much has been going on lately. So many weird emotions and randomness. I was talking to Roma and discovered something: The fellowship... well, it's kind of like communism. Great in theory. Horrible in practice. I don't mean it out of disrespect, but it really is a terrific and wonderful idea... it even worked out for a while. But sooner or later it's bound to self-destruct. At least that's how it is in my eyes. It's been hard this year... bu it's also been absolutely amazing. I mean, sure, things that should have never happened happened, but I've also met some amazing people and made some really cool friends. And if you're one of those poeple asking "God... isn't she over him already?" The answer is, "of course not, fool." If I was over him do you think this whole situation would bother me so much? And you know what? I'm pretty sure I won't ever get fully over it, and I'm not sure I want to. It was a really great time in my life. Do I want him? No. Do I still love him? I don't even like him as a person very much. But I won't ever forget him, that's for sure. And yes, it really does hurt me being ignored. It kills me. Sometimes I wonder if it would really matter if I were there or not, and I know that it really wouldn't. And then I also realize that this is what they mean by the term "stupid highschool drama". And I hate it. And I hate that it bothers me so much. And I hate that the only way I can get it out of me is through this stupid blog. And I hate that I can't even express myself properly in here.

I saw the most beautiful guy the other day on the A coming from 42nd street by Penn Station. He literally took my breath away. It made my day just a teensy bit better... and by teensy I mean a whole lot.

I've been going to church lately and boy does it feel good to be back. I can't dance for a month, and even then I can only do specials. After 2 months I can start dancing in services again. I miss it so much. I can remember when I was really living for God and stuff, and I mean, I screwed up, but my life didn't stop because of it. I knew God was there, and he always gave me the strength to move on. And when I gave up on Him... It was just as if I were totally alone again. Every time something happened my life stopped, and I kept sliding further and further away. Actually... let me explain the whole story. It all began in late June...

In June of 2003, I found out I had a sligh case of manic depression. It's not so bad that I need to takle medications or everytime I get sad I want to kill myself. It's more lilke out of no where I'll get depressed and I won't know why. I'm in therapy now trying to figure out what sets it off. About a week after I found out, I broke up with Steve. (Now Steve doesn't know any of this...) I told him and others when asked a false reason for breaking up with him, but I really did it because I felt helpless and alone and weird and I didn't want to drag anyone else with me into "my problem". And to this day, the only people who knew of this were Laura, Roma, and Tim (along with my immidiate family).

I still tried covering up everything inside of me with the my interpretation of what "happy" should look like. I lived my life as usual, went to therapy for a month, and stopped. Soon enough school started and things just got worse. Seeing my ex-boyfriend, who I was still in love with, flirt with everyone including my best friend while he ignored me, kind of broke me. Add to that the problems at home, school, and within me... I was a total nut case. I eventually lost interest in Steve and casually dated a couple of other guys. One night, my father was having an awful day, and he hit me and cursed at me and told me I was worthless... and I believed him. No one had made me feel like I was anything but that since Matt.

That night, not in attempts of suicide, but just because I was rather curious, I overdosed on pain medication. Thank God nothing happened to me, I woke up vomitting and I was out of school 3 days after that. Starting after that, I never again did anything so stupid, but I kind of gave up on life. I started missing school, not because I was sick, but because I just couldn't imagine facing another day. I slept all the time and stopped going to church. I missed a total of 19 days of school in 2 months. My family told me I was worthless, my friends told me I was nothing but a whiney bitch and that my life wasn't even that bad, and I blamed God for everything that was going on inside of me.

This went on for a long time, and then one day I talked to Matt online and poured out everything that was happening. He listened and told me he was trhere and would help it be alright. That was phase one of my life alteration. Phase two happened about a month ago due to a certain conversation with Tim that turned my spiritual life around. I realized how far I had fallen from the Lord. How alone I now felt, and how I desperately wanted my life back. That night I called my youth pastor, Allison, and though I don't think she really cared, she inspired me to talk to a ladie in my church, Vivian, who taught older teen girls Sunday school and worked "Single again". Little by little with the help of some of my closest friends, and of course, God, I'm getting my life back on track. It's not easy and sometimes I wonder if I really matter to anyone, but this time around, I know I do.

I know I'm still whiney and annoying and rather cynical, but it is only because this is a time in my life where I need help, and where I need to whine sometimes and cry out for help. I know this will only attract negative attention, but that doesn't matter really does it? Because even if no one on this world wants me around, I know my God does. It's sort of like he's putting together a sled dog team and rather thqan choosing the big tough dog with the spiked collar, he picks the crippled, three legged one. I'm glad he picked me, but I don't know why. I mean, if I were God, I would have given up on me a long time ago. I've screwed up alot in my short life. I still mess up, and it's kind of like Paul when he writes about doing "that which he hates". I would like you to know that God is my everything. My mom, my dad, my best friend, my boyfriend, my husband... my everything. And yes. I am a Jesus freak.



I'll leave you with this amazing song by bowling for soup:

Sail away, sail away with me
I don't have a ship
But we could get one easily
Drift away, drift away with me
On the raft we'll make of memories
On an ocean we can call forever more


I want to find
A piece of your mind
I want to see
Your make believe
I don't want to try so hard
I make it hard for you to breathe


Jump into the ocean
Living on a notion
If you're caught up in the motion
Back track and do it again
And if you make it up
I could never get enough
Me and you together
But you've gotta tell me where to begin

Break away, break away from me
No forget that, just sit here and look at me
Summer's day
Summer every day
And we watch the sunset come back up
And somehow know it never goes back down


I want to find
A piece of your mind
I want to see
Your make believe
I don't want to try so hard
I make it hard for you to breathe


Jump into the ocean
Living on a notion
If you're caught up in the motion
Back track and do it again
And if you make it up
I could never get enough
Me and you together
But you've gotta tell me where to begin

I've been saving up to buy more time with you
You've been living it up with someone else
And that's okay with me
Because I know it and you know it too

Jump into the ocean
Living on a notion
If you're caught up in the motion
Back track and do it again
And if you make it up
I could never get enough
Me and you together
But you've gotta tell me where to begin

Here with out you baby

Laura's response to my insanity: "It's about god damned time!"

Made me smile. So yes. Many many many emotions, not sure how to translate them into speech, so I'm not gonna even try. But yeah... good stuff. I'm a bit delirous.

Fortuna rocks.

I feel bad, I couldn't go to church today even though I really wanted to because I have too much homework that I waited till the last minute to do. Lots of funny pictures with me, Eri, and Daniel. Can't wait to post em.

Anyway I'm off to do art. Much love.

Things from this past year quiz thinger

1. Go to a party? yeah, some sweet 16's mostly
2. Try something new? yea, avacados
3. Have someone change your life? definately
4. Kiss someone? yea, not for like 7 months though
5. Tell your family and friends you love them? not often enough
6. Buy something extravagant? not really
7. Do something terribly wrong? oh yeah
8. Move? nope
9. Go to a concert? vans warped tour along with some local shows
Best of the Year:
1. Party: mine!!/Laura's/Dinner Party/Erica's
2. Show: One tree hill/Viva la Bam
3. CD: Taking back sunday- tell all your friends/"Now for something good!" mix from Eddie
4. Movie: Pirates of the carribbean/What a girl wants
5. Song: Tommorrow- Lillix/Summer Stars- Taking back sunday/Bright Lights- MB20/That outkast song - shake it dun dun dun shake it, shake it like a polaroid picture
6. Experience: Finding out who my true friends are and aren't/Body surfing with the Irish folk
7. Concert: Warped
8. Book: Tuck Everlasting/Catch 22/Time enough for drums
9.Month: August
10. Day: Day when me and Erica wandered into the massively gay section of the beach and saw men in thong speedos and the drag queen with the tie-dyed poodle

Worst of the Year:
1. Party: Jason's birthday, It was just a lil akward I guess
2. Show: Real world paris
3. CD: Erm Metallica- St. Anger
4. Movie: Jeepers Creepers/When Darkness falls
5. Song: It's gettin hot in heeeeeer- Nelly
6. Experience: Finding out that the people I considered my best friends were the very people I didn't know at all/having my "friends" talk about me behind my back and part like the red sea whenever I came near... especially when I needed them most.
7. Concert: Random Red Zone shows
8. Book: Frankenstein... I loathed that book
9. Month: December
10. Day: The day I was really sick and crying and a total stranger showed me more kindness than the "fellowship"

Hopes for 2004:
1. Predict something that you think will happen in 2004? Learn more about myself, not sweat the small stuff.
2. What do you hope changes about your country? I just want Scott to come home.
3. What do you hope for yourself? Improve my grades, not be absent so much, not sweat the petty highschool drama
4. What do you hope for your family? That I spend more time with my sister and be a better daughter
5. What do you hope for your best friends? I hope they're happy and we continue to grow with one another.
6. What do you hope for the rest of your friends?That they don't lose faith, because once you lose that... there's nothing really left.
7. Do you think any amazing medical advances will be made? I hope so.
8. What is your hope for 2004? That things get better and that I become closer to God and that my life doesn't completely over the small things anymore.


During 2003:
1.where were you when it began: home
2.did you stay up? yepp
3.what was your new year wish? That me and my dad wouldn't fight anymore.
4.how many boyfriends: 1 1/2... lol I was "talking" with someone for a while who lived to far away to go out with.
5.broke up: yea
6.care to mention names? Steve and a guy none but one knows anywayz
7.new friends: yes
8.namethem: Josh, Dannie, other Danny, Tony, little big mike, Gus, Jillian, Emil, Arianna, Dougie, Jared, Vicky, Viktor, Zack, Danny A., Jeff on sax, Mark, Charlie, George, Amanda, Rocco, Sexy potato Pat, Big Mike (Gus), Jonnie, Charlie, Art Mike, JP, Darrell, Riff Raff, Drew, Derek, etc etc
9.worst place you went to: erm... My Aunt Kelly's new apartment in PA... Very Very boring
10.happiest moment: christmas day around 2 am
11. how was your birthday: amazing. I had some of my closest friends and we had a kinda sweet 16 and it was really really great and my aunt embarrassed me and I sang to laura and I danced with Steve and I rosted marshmellows over candles and I played twister in a big poofy dress and Jessuh came down from upstate and I got to hang with Sara and timmy called and me and Kayla talked and we playe dthe alphabet game etc etc etc
12. best present: lots and lots of flowers