Heeeeeey Again

So hi this is Jetta. Ignore my disgusting hair and overgrown roots in the pic. {if you're wondering, the book is The Salmon of Doubt by Douglas Adams} 

I'm sitting in an airport all by myself which makes me feel old so let's not talk about it. #dontgrowupitsatrap 

This means I have a lot of spare time on my hands to either a) drool after a gorgeous pair of black moccasins sitting to my left, b) watch an episode of orange is the new black {this show is weird, a little sketchy, but so addicting. I'm obsessed with this and downton abbey. Watch them both. Now.} c) endlessly browse 9gag, d) go buy food, or e) write a blog post. As you can tell, I'm going with option number 3.

Quick life update: I've been at a music camp for a week in a strange city living by myself. You know what that means: cap'n crunch macncheese and raspberries diet. I kid. Not really. 

But actually I quite enjoyed it. It was freeing and fun. 

Other than that I've been busy practicing and studying to take my SATs this fall. Not really interesting. The only remotely interesting thing that has happened in my life is I seem to have developed another crush on someone that lives on the other side of the world and has no interest in me whatsoever. Also, I might have indirectly told him I thought he was more attractive than Zac Efron. Whoops. Also, there's kinda two boys that I might like but I'm only talking to the one but I thought I liked the other one more but the good news is nothing will ever happen with either so we're all good. In other words, typical Jettas boy problems.

I haven't seen Briar or AJ for a long time, though I've kept up with AJ on the social mediaz--Briar is a little more MIA. 

Anyways, I think that about covers it for my messed up rather boring life. 

Stay classy, interwebz

Jetta

Sorry!!!!!!

Well this is just embarrassing that we haven't posted in so long even if not a lot if people read this or anyone at all I'm ashamed at our lack of commitment. Burn on us. 

So anyways AJ here and I'm gonna update you on my summer and then proceed to nag Jetta and Briar to post a blog as well. 

My summer is going alright, there's nothing to overly exciting that is taking place. I have a kinda sorta boyfriend, he calls me his and acts like we are dating so he's my kinda sorta boyfriend, he's a gem :) Also I am leaving this Saturday to fly out to Ottawa to visit my grandparents and old friends (I used to live in Ontario). My Cousin just had a baby girl last night and My mom and I spent the afternoon shopping for baby clothes and let me tell you that I honestly wish they made some of those clothes in my size because it's chic and adorable! I haven't hung out with Jetta and Briar in a super long time because Jetta is at music camp of some sorts and Briar is a hermit and never calls which sucks. a lot. I've been hanging out with my sorta kinda boyfriend and some friends not from school so it's a good change of atmosphere and it's kinda nice to take a break from some of the snobs at my private school. Anyways sorry for boring you with my not so infesting life. 

This is AJ over and out. 

Thinking of Getting Your Bellybutton Pierced? Read This.

HEEEEY PEEPS WHAZZUP.

Say something I'm giving up on you….

We're sorry that we couldn't get to you (nonexistent readers)

Okay. Anyways. Onto the actual subject of this post: BELLYBUTTON PIERCINGS!!!!!!!! 

OUCH! But totally worth it!

(oh now AJ has to leave to catch the bus so I guess YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME JETTA AHAHAHAHAH SUCKS TO BE YOU)

First, the #1 thing EVERY girl wants to know about getting your bellybutton pierced: 
DOES IT HURT????????????

If you're anything like me (scared sh*tless) you've already done a ton of research and heard a lot of people say it feels like a pinch, that the clamps hurt the most, or that it hurt like a &^%$#@*$&*$%. 

Here's the truth: how much it hurts completely depends on so many things you can't make a broad statement like: Oh it doesn't hurt at all or it hurts so much. Your personal pain tolerance, how much fat you have or don't have in the bellybutton area, who is piercing, even how relaxed or tense you are can all affect how much you'll feel it hurt. 

My personal experience was that it didn't hurt at all. It wasn't even uncomfortable. I barely felt a thing--clamps were fine and needle was fine. And this is coming from someone with a phobia of needles who passed out the last time she got one. So if it makes you feel better, I thought I was going to crap myself or punch the lights out of my piercer once he brought out the needle, and I felt no pain. I don't really know what my personal pain tolerance is because I've never really felt anything that painful, so maybe that means it's high? I don't really know. Also, after mine was done, the guy said the needle 'slid through like butter', so gross but maybe that affected it. 

AJ, on the other hand, was a different story. I felt so bad because I went first and I was telling her how it didn't hurt at all and she'd barely feel a thing and then, to quote AJ, it: "HURT LIKE A BITCH!" so there you go. Afterwards as well she was in a lot of pain I could tell (though she still insisted on shopping, atta girl AJ got your priorities straight). 

Second thing most people want to know: What exactly happens?

So, first they'll make you sign a bunch of forms and boring stuff like paying (ours were $65 with the jewellery, plus $20 for my aftercare), then you go into the actual piercing room. You'll stand up and they'll clean in your bellybutton, which was the most uncomfortable part for me to be honest. Then they'll mark a dot where they're going to pierce you. After that, you lay back on the chair, and they'll take a pair of clamps and clamp the skin above your bellybutton. They have a needle, stick that through the clamps and then follow it with your jewellery of choice. BOOM! Done. Not too complex.

Third thing you should know: Aftercare

You are supposed to clean it twice a day--I got three different methods to clean it: hot water with sea salt, an unscented soap to use in the shower and medicated q-tips. It's kind of a pain, but DO IT because you don't want it to become infected that is gross. Trust me. 

Other things you can't do: swim for at least a month, or bathe (this is sucky I love my baths). You won't want to sleep on your stomach or wear any tight pants/shirts for the first week or so. It will be tender but for me it wasn't even too bad. Don't snag it on anything that really does hurt. 

I think that about covers everything, if you have any more questions feel free to comment:)

Stay classy,

Jetta

P.S. Here's a pic of mine if you wanted to see my stomach again which you probably didn't but here it is anyways.

Vetoed Virginity

What do you get when you cross a tipsy AJ with an attractive drunk ginger with wavy hair and abs ? You get them having sex.

Thats gotta be the worst starting line to any blog. Somebody high five me. 

Let me start from the beginning of how this all went down. So I went to the skip day party with some  friends from my old school and met up with T (the attractive ginger with wavy hair and abs). T and I have been friends for 7 years, He and I flirt alot cause we are kinda both players in a way, we change our minds a lot. Im the girl version of him and he's the boy version of me. Except he gets drunk and I get tipsy. Anyways T and I hung out all night at the party 9:30pm-1:30am then he was way past his drinking limit and was barfing his guts out. To drunk to call his Dad I called his Dad to pick us up. I was T's crutch for the night, the one to help him walk, and get home, and the one to just be there even when it meant making sure he doesn't barf on his shoes. Anyways I helped him waver his was to his bedroom which was downstairs. (never try walking down the stairs at night when your drunk) It was just cuddling, which turned into making out and the more then that and then boombadaboom hello there.I left in the morning before he woke up, dont ask me why I just thought it would be better that way. Now him and I dont talk all that much, oh well who cares. actually I kind of do care but theres nothing I can do about it. 

So I learned my lesson. Dont drink, dont have sex, and dont be friends with a ginger for seven years because they dont actually have souls. (Just kidding I was a ginger once we do have souls) represent! Im gonna go now. Please dont think I'm a slut. Im just a troubled human. Mistakes are mistakes. I cant change the past. 

⋆ AJ over and out ⋆

BRIAR'S GOT A BOYYYY

So I don't really know how to start these things. Like that. That is definitely not how you start a blog entry. Well anyway, a while back, AJ and Jetta were on some trip with the choir group from school. I had to stay back 'cause I'm too good for that (sarcasm). For a whole week there was pretty much no one in school. The guy I like stayed back too though, so I'll just say, in a way it wasn't completely dull. But awkward. Yeah, definitely awkward. Since most of his friends were gone too (I think) he started sitting at the same cafeteria table as our grade. The choir group had left on Wednesday so that's when he started. I didn't think anything of it because, yeah, freedom of the world or something, rights of an individual and so forth. Anyway on Friday, again, nothing unusual. Until I stand up to bring my tray away. He seemed sort of jolted into action and stood up. As a typical girl I thought "whatever". Then when we left the cafeteria he asked me if we wanted to hang out and talk. We went outside then and he proceeded to tell me he liked me. I mean, he told me he really liked me. And he emphasized the really. I was just sitting there awkwardly, 'cause that's what I do, and looking away.  I did not know what to do. I somehow told him that I liked him too. I hate talking about feelings. HATE IT. We sort of made conversation somehow about something or many things, all random. Then somehow the topic of movies came up and he asked me if I would like to watch one with him. Again I said sure. 

But going into the future a little bit: I doubt he believes anything that I told him because I'm not one of those girls that flirts with guys, especially those that I like. Which is stupid, I sort of wish I could. I would give pretty much anything to be outgoing like that. And I don't even know if he likes me anymore. There are so many pretty, outgoing girls out there. He probably switched as soon as he realized how repulsive his reputation and social status would become with me around. Also that movie thing has never been brought up again and I doubt it will. I'm just really not sure of anything right now.

Now how to end this thing. Amen? Done.

~Update~

Wow I have not  blogged in such a long while! So much has happened! (Not) well thats not entirely true, some things have happened. 

1.] on Friday theres a party I got invited to, its the grad skip day party {I'm not even graduating I'm in grade 11}  woot woot. I also got the invite to sleep in the guy i kinda likes tent, oh hell yussss. Im bringing Briar and Jetta to this party, their first party!!!!!!! 

2.] Briar and I had a sleep over in the yearbook room, which resulted in us waking up each hour in fear of getting caught and because the janitors make loads of noise until 1ish in the morning, we also learnt from this experience that the janitors do not clean the yearbook room. 

3.] I told Radio she was a bitch. The senerio went as following. I was late for class because I took a shower, being 15 minuets late doesn't concern my english teacher so i just went to my Shakespeare group in the hall without checking in. Radio is in my group. 

Radio: you need to check in you're late. 

Me: I dont care

Radio: (at the top of her lungs yelling) AJ was late she wasn't here now she is. (Smugly smiles) 

Me: Are you trying to be a bitch in the morning because its working. 

Radio: Im just letting out some of my inner rage 

Me: Maybe I should let out some of mine. 

End of senerio. 

Man I hate her. She ought to learn how to be not such a bitch, especially in the morning.  

4.] Briar has some exciting promising boy news! Ill let her share it with you! 

5.] I dont like anyone currently. Just kinda. I just like the idea of a boyfriend more then the actually commitment of it. 

6.] Jetta dyed her hair blonde. She looks like a barbie. 

7.] History class sucks but I should take some notes. 

AJ over and out

BellyUp

Okay lets take a moment to look at my belly. 

Jetta and I endured getting our belly buttons pierced. Actually it was more like Jetta sat there and didn't feel the needle go in and I sat there and almost shat myself because it hurt like a bitch. Most painful thing of life. I cant wear a shirt hardly cause it hurts to much so now I'm  borrowing my best guy friends shirts so I can breath without it feeling like I'm about to explode. Over bloated water melon is the equivalent to the feeling I currently feel. Tomorrow we are driving on a crammed bus for the whole day.  yippee. Or not. I plan to sleep a majority of the ride. Im going to pack now because out hotel room looks like the after math of hurricane sandy. 

Goodnight 

AJ over and out 

Belly rings and twerking?

AJ and I are on this week long choir trip, as a lot of you probably already know from AJ's post about it. During this trip, I learned quite a few things:

1. When I get hyper and have to sit on the bus for many consecutive hours, I get loud and annoying and think everything is hilarious. Luckily, AJ was there to entertain me the whole way and witness some of my best jokes. She regrets immensely the fact that there is only another 12 hours left on the bus to spend with me I'm sure.

2. People with British accents (such as our choir instructor for the weekend) are much more tolerable and easy to listen to than people without. 

3. I can twerk! Yes. I know. Me. Jetta. Nerdy, awkward, clumsy and respectful (okay maybe not that last one) Jetta. Yeah. I can twerk. What makes this even funnier is that AJ can't, which if you know AJ and I at all from reading this blog, should make you think that those names should be reversed. But no. And after I figured it out I was actually so proud. I felt rebellious, which is new for me but I loved it. I guess doing a weird and potentially dirty dance move in a locked room with no one but a close friend isn't all that rebellious, but for me it was, okay?

4. I think I may have a rebellious streak because guess what else I did? Pierced my bellybutton. Yeah. That's right. Pierced my fricking bellybutton. On pretty much a whim, me and AJ went in to a great shop and got pretty barbells with blue gems. Experience post on it coming up:D

In conclusion, I've enjoyed this trip a whole lot more than I thought I would, considering I was dreading it and got a snoring roommate and it was snowing in May where we went. And though I am most certainly not a badass, maybe I have a little bit of badassery in me? Me and my new bellybutton piercing would like to concur.

SORRY

So hey blog world. There's some things that I need to get off my chest. First off, I tend to feel guilty about things really easily and for a long time. So maybe some of these things are dumb but some of them definitely deserve to be said. So here goes. 

First, and most importantly, I am very sorry to AJ for ditching her table. I shouldn't have changed for Farmer--he should have sucked it up. I was trying to avoid making anyone unhappy and instead I ended up being a crappy friend. 

Secondly, I am sorry to Chatterbox for giving her a dirty look in the halls before fifth period today. I was in a bad mood and tried to give a funny friendly look but it just probably looked like I wanted her to  take the next flight to Alaska. 

Thirdly, I am sorry to Farmer. I am sorry that everyone made it seem like we had a thing which was probably embarrassing for you since I don't like you and you definitely doesn't like me. I am sorry for believing you wrote a nasty note and I'm sorry that I was such a horrible Sadie Hawkins date. And also, today fifth period when I tried to make small talk with you to show that it wasn't weird and awkward between us (which it is) and ended up accidentally insulting your mark on our test and making it seem like I was bragging about mine. I wasn't I promise. 

Lastly, I am sorry to unicycle boy, for having the weirdest fricking dream about you ever and making for an awkward bus ride (stay tuned for a post about that).

If I've ever accidentally or even on purpose insulted someone, I apologize for that as well.

Okay. *deep sigh*

That feels better.

Stay classy, internet.

Jetta

P.S. I got a new iPod touch today which is exciting hopefully that will help me to blog more...and waste more time playing 2048 *shhhhhh*

Fed up

Today is wednesday, the last day that I went to school was last thursday. Almost one full week I have not been at school. I hate school.Actually I despise it. If I could drop out I probably would except I know that I want a good future (one that involves my parents being somewhat proud of me). I can honestly say Ive never really felt this lost before though.  

Lately I have found that interacting with other people just really makes me sick, like actually physically throughing up and a bad migraine. Twenty four seven. I dont know if its because every aspect of my life just keeps piling up like extra baggage I dont need, or maybe because Im so sick and tired of how much change is going on around me. I hate change,I like to know what going on and whats going to happen next. I also hate waiting and surprises which normally go hand in hand, which would explain my strong dislike for my birthday,christmas, pop quizzes, meeting someone I've never herd of before and any form of anticipation or not knowing. 

Surprise.

Now you know. 

People change and Im sure Im one of them. I only have close friends because bestfriends is an over used term and somedays the "best" friend turns into the "I really would love to slap some sense into you" friend. Ive certainly had those friends (still do) and I've most likely been that friend who should have been slapped. 

Ive decided this blog is going to be a hate rant. Brace yourself this could get ugly. 

Welcome to my hate list ladies and gentlemen . (Just kidding I'm talking to myself because no one reads this blog.) 

•I hate that nobody reads this blog except Jetta, Briar, and I.  I wish we could use our real names and tell people about this blog, but nooooooooo.  

•I hate meat. I like chicken. Meat is just plain gross I could care less if it was an animal, I just downright dislike the taste,not a fan. 

•I hate when people change just for someone else and dont even realize it, and then they ditch their closest friends table for the dance just because farmer doesn't like the table group she picked and to make matters worse Jetta claims she doesn't like him but then why does she do what he wants and do what will make him happy? 

OPEN YOUR FRICKING EYELIDS JETTA. you deserve better then him.... AND WHATEVER HAPPENED TO CHICKS BEFORE DICKS? 

•I hate being adopted, I wish I knew who I laughed like,talked like, and over all am like. 

•I hate spaghetti.looks like worms in some form of planet Mars dirt. 

•I hate coming home from school and getting told that we have an event where we will be attending as a family. FOR PETES SAKE ASK ME FOR ONCE INSTEAD OF TELLING ME. 

•I hate the feeling of anxiety. 

•I hate my school because people dig into the past and use it against me. Not fair. I left my old school to get away from that. If you have that much time on your hands do something more beneficial for everyone.....for instance testing out the theory of skydiving without a parachute. thank you.

•I hate having adhd. I hate bring medicated. I feel cadged. 

•I hate the color orange it repulses me! You could offer me an expensive orange Prada bag for free and I would decline. Except for the fruit the orange, I'm fine with that. I hate Cheetos they're orange. 

•I hate having to do piano exams in August. August is my birthday month, happy birthday to me....I dont understand why you need to get tested,as if it proves anything! I can tickle the ivories. As my mom puts it.

ladefrickingduh. 

If they want to test me for anything they should test to see if I'm sane. Oh wait....

•I hate feeling not accepted. I dont feel accepted at school. Im not super smart, Im not really all that athletic, I just know how to keep fit, Im not super pretty, and there are people who can sing a lot better then I can. I dont have a purpose at school, and at home my purpose is to dry and wash dishes. My younger brother is a child genius. Both my parent have masters in something. Welcome to my faBULLous life of being a black sheep (except I'm actually beige and not a sheep)

Sure, things happen in my life, but not really things that are gonna matter in ten years or even next month. 

Jetta is like Mozart and Einstein who got stuck in a blender and poured into a super models body. Briar's got the brains of Einstein and the looks of Rapunzel, then add a dash of the movie tangled, and it sums her up. They both have the doors wide open for they're future. Im Allura, I like food and complaining and Netflix, I am going to be sneaking out the window for my future. I dive head first into the shallow end for fun sometimes. (metaphorically speaking) Story of my life. 

•I like freshly cut grass, just kidding I hate it, It makes me cry and want to rip my eyeballs out from their very sockets. Im allergic.

Now this is where I conclude this blog,rant,post,ramble or whatever you call all THIS.

*imagine a mind blowing  conclusion blurb placed here*

★  AJ over and out  ★

Mirror Mirror

I think its call an epiphany. Where you come to the realization and you admit something. Like yesterday night I received a Facebook message from my old best friend last night. She and myself had a giant blow out last summer which resulted in her going back to our old school because I was a major bitch. Anyways I shall name her MirrorMirror because she and I are so similar, we mirror each others personality, style and opinions without even trying and without even consulting the each others opinions. 

She messaged me last night and we started talking again, catching up on every detail that we had missed from each others lives, remembering memories and planning new adventures like ones in the past. Together we were and now are double trouble. Kindred spirits. Queen Bees. Mirrored. 

Its crazy how I now have my old bestfriend back as my sister once again . She also might be coming back to my school!!! I am so pumped. Sometimes I feel like Im the only one who thinks crazy in my school (Briar and Jetta are FABULOUS dont get me wrong, but MirrorMirror and I do amped up crazy which is easy because her and I are both head strong,Bold and most definitely not guy shy)  MirrorMirror can practically read my mind from just a devious expression on my face. 

I just don't want all the drama that happened in grade 10 because of her and i getting into arguments, mind you they were mostly over Farmer. 

Oh yeah did I forget to mention Farmer and I had a thing last year ..... and MirrorMirror is Farmers exgirlfriend. MirrorMirror and I always land up going for the same guy. Except now she has a boyfriend to tame her down a bit. *amen* And I like a guy ;) (whose not her boyfriend) 

Well I have to go to choir. But I am so excited, hopefully this turns out for the best and if not then I'm in for a doozy. 

xoxo AJ over and out. 

P.S. It snowed here..... I thought this was spring..... LAME LAMAS

P.S.S. I told you so Jetta ;) 

Dear AJ (& Briar, when she gets a chance to read it)

Dear AJ,
First of all, thanks for taking the time to write to me, I was very touched. No thank you to saying I told you so so many times, really? I mean REALLY? Second of all, I'm glad you had such a great spring break without me. I had a wonderful time doing school and practicing all week. #dreamspringbreak #betyouwishyouwereme 

Second of all, I regret to inform you that I have not found any really cute Inuks though I have had my eyes peeled. I bet they're good kissers because most of them have about 11-16 teeth which frees up your tongue to ya know … do what it does. Wow that sounded sketchy. And kind of mean, the thing about the teeth I mean, though it is mostly true. 

I'm having a rather challenging experience right now, to be honest. This culture is so opposite to what I am used to and my personality. I'm in the great north, by the way for any readers reading this. (LOL READERS THAT'S FUNNY CAUSE THERE IS NONE) Privacy is NOT stressed--people's doors are unlocked and at least 10 people come in and out of the house where I'm staying every day. Jetta is bad at socializing. Jetta does not like meeting new people. Jetta does not like making small talk. And Jetta goes absolutely stark raving mad if she doesn't get alone time every day. This is proving to be difficult here. Currently I have holed myself up in my upstairs room in my bed and am doing my best to stay here all evening, despite my mother's protests and the stupidly cute children who keep coming in here to try and get me out. 

Added to all of this is the fact that I'm supposed to be helping my mom out with workshops for the youth from 9-4. My job as 'helper' is to socialize, interact, ask questions of, and generally be friendly to the kids. MY PERSONAL HELL WOULD PROBABLY LOOK SIMILAR TO THIS JOB. As previously stated, I am bad at socializing, interacting, asking questions of and being friendly to people. You may find this difficult to believe seeing as you are my friends and this seems to come easier to me when I'm with you, but believe me, I am awful. 

But the thing is, these kids are all so … strong, I guess is the word I'm looking for. They've had something like 5 suicides in their town this year already, probably some of them people they've known well. And the town where I am is just that--a small town where everyone knows everyone. I can't imagine. Many of the girls dress like boys and have haircuts like boys to the point where I actually thought they were boys until I figured out otherwise. Awkward moment. Yes. Yes it was. Although I don't know the reason for sure, I know that sexual abuse is really rampant here. My mom said over half of the girls my age have had some sort of abuse in their history. So these girls might be dressing as manly and unattractive as possible to avoid being abused, which is just about the saddest thing ever. 

And yet they manage to laugh often, help out without being asked, and pay attention all day, which I'll be honest is sometimes more than I've done. One of the girls said that every night her dad reminds her how she's not his actual daughter. Every night. I can't even imagine. And I wish so much I could just know what to say to these girls and be friendly and socialize but I honestly just sit there frozen with nothing in brain and nothing coming out of my mouth. It makes me so angry and so helpless that I couldn't just be talented at this. 

My mom came into my room after the day today to give me a lecture when I informed her I would not be accompanying her to an old friend of her's house for dinner or practicing violin. I was mad because she kept shooting me dirty looks like 'you could be doing more here' and 'just say something' all day and pretty much said that my attitude sucked and everyone was wondering what was wrong with me at the workshop. 

Which just made things worse because it wasn't an attitude, it's who I am. And if something's wrong with me, something's just wrong with me then. Sorry, mom, that I'm not able to talk about nothing and socialize the way you can. Sorry I can't be with people 24/7 and be chatty and friendly. Sorry I don't talk very much during the day and sorry that I don't want to go to another stranger's house and sit there and listen to you talk for 2 hours. But I need time to be by myself.

Now this just sounds like one big self-centred rant. Which I guess it kind of is, sorry AJ & Briar. There are lots of things I am enjoying about being here. I just can't think of them right now because I'm too mad at my mom and myself.

Anyways, if you made it through good for you! Miss you and see you soon, have a great week at school and give Porcupine a big hug from me! HAHA JK give it to Farmer JK AGAIN I'M IN A WEIRD MOOD DON'T TAKE ANYTHING SERIOUSLY OKAY DON'T HUG ANY BOYS UNLESS YOU WANT TO THEN IT'S OKAY I GUESS K BYE NOW

Jetta

Jettaplane

My dearest  Jetta,

First off Id love to just say a long over due "I told you so". You have no clue how long those words have been sitting in my very being just waiting to surface and be expelled from my fingertips onto the inter-webs. Lets face it Sissy I told you so and well ... it was so ... SO FRICKING RIGHT OF ME! because I TOLD YOU SO. Okay Im done, its out of my system. Just kidding you this is a glorious moment. I told you so young sapling.

 Also congratulations on being able to drive me around places legally. I am SOOO taking advantage of your legal driving skills from now on, so I say lets go celebrate and go shopping in the city. Then after we shop until we drop/run out of money I'll say to you I TOLD YOU SO because I can :) 

Anyways I love yaaaaaa Jettaplane, I  hope you are having fun with the polar bears, don't get mauled. Bring me home a cute eskimo.(I hear they're good kissers) 

AJ over and out

P.S. ~ 

JETTA COME HOME PLEASE 

P.S.S. ~

I told you so :) 

Tactful thinking/Dear Jetta

My friend SmokinGinger (she is a ginger and she smokes weed) anyways she pierced my second earrings for me today with a tac and an apple. What tactful thinking eh ;) (please applaud my fabulous pun)  Don't  worry she sterilized everything! Also she did Briars first holes. Heres a picture of my seconds. I had my cartilage and first done for a while. Anywhoha I hope you are reading this Jetta because you just missed such an eventful day. I hope you are having a fun time gallivanting around with the polar bears in the frozen ice location where you are at without me (teardrop). Also Jetta I skipped chemistry to chill with Blackbeauty and SmokinGinger, also the school dean is pregnant ( that means they had sex in school residents because thats where they live....thats so gross like actually). As I leave you on that wonderful note I am going to go curl up in a small ball with my fleece jets blanket and watch Heroes. xoxox AJ over and out 

And Jetta.... COME HOME 

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU A COOKIE AND THEN IT TAKES IT AWAY AGAIN

So. It's been a while.
My life's been pretty great. I mean, let me just count the ways why my life is awesome today:
1. I'm sick, which is just great because let's face it I love kleenex so much I look for any excuse to use up entire boxes of it at a time, which works now because my nose has recently taken up the occupation of being a living mucous faucet, so kleenex is basically my BFF. 
2. I'm sick on spring break, which means I don't have to miss any school, which is awesome because I freaking love school so much, I'd get separation anxiety from having to stay away for something as little as the flu. 
3. Let's get real here: You know what's really great? Confusion. It's practically my favourite feeling. Next to unproductiveness, laziness, and that eye ache feeling you get after looking at a computer screen too long. All of which I am currently experiencing. And you know what's even better than just plain confusion? Confusion about guys. ESPECIALLY when you thought you had things sorted out and then everything just got screwed up again. It keeps things interesting, that's what I always say. If you know what's going on, well it's not very much fun then. 
4. I got to borrow my brother's clothes. I mean, how cool is that? Because I don't have a pair of comfy sweats to call my own, my brother generously donated his old, ratty navy swim team sweats which I then wore on a trip to the city because sweats are styling'. Especially too-short brother's sweats.
5. One of the underrated pleasures in life: slowly feeling the mucous drain from one nostril to the other. JK, I actually prefer mouth-breathing until your lips turn into real-life replicas of the sahara desert.
6. Best way to feel productive when you have a lot of homework and practicing to do: spend five hours playing online poker and cupcake games. Seriously, if you haven't tried this, nothing will make you feel more rejuvenated and better about yourself.
7. Staying in bed for five hours without moving takes a lot of talent which I am proud to say I possess. 

APRIL FOOLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

haha jk that was all true. *laughs hysterically* *stops laughing* *cries*

Okay so if you couldn't tell, which apparently a lot of people can't, that was all sarcasm. Except for that last bit about it all being true. (A  lot of people at school think I lie through my teeth about everything, which while it may be partially true, is also due to the fact that no-one understands sarcasm)

I guess there are some good things about this week. Like, I got my driver's so I'M THE FIRST ONE BOOYAH BRIAR AND AJ EVEN THOUGH I'M THE YOUNGEST I STILL DO GROWN UP THINGS AND LET THIS BE A LESSON FOR LEAVING ON SPRING BREAK AND ABANDONING ME TO ROT HERE. 

Briar and AJ are off galavanting together on this trip thing, so they're probably having a super fantastic time doing fun things together. I should add that to my list of sarcastically awesome things about this week. 

So sorry for all this random ranting, I'm kind of tired and bored and not sure what to do with myself. Stupid Farmer keeps messaging me and then not replying when I message him back well I don't even care go get eaten by a llama.. 

Stay classy, internet. 

Jetta

P.S. I may also have asked Farmer to sadie's so I just felt it was fair to tell you though if AJ says I told you so I'll be mad so don't you do it AJ 

Sadie Hawkins

Its the time of the year again which I extremely dread....Sadie Hawkins..... and it is quickly approaching (or it feels like that anyways) I have no clue who to ask or how to ask them. Sadie Hawkins for you who do not know is where the girl asks the guy to the school planned dinner and dance.  I have a few people in mind who Im considering as possibilities to ask to Sadie's, but there are pros and cons for each person and for the matter of actually asking them to go with me. The major con is that they might say no, which would be VERY embarrassing and I'd probably be reminded frequently of the fact that I got turned down. Pro's of me asking someone would be if they said yes, and if I got good pictures out of the night. 

 My list of people I could ask;

(Not in order)

My Ex

pro~we look good in pictures together,he's funny

con~he's my ex,I'd have to slow dance with him which could go over well or super awkward, He might wear his glasses which make him look like a super gay male model

Best way to get him to say yes to me: Tell him he's ugly and nobody else would want to go with him (which is totally not true but his ego is bigger then his dick so may as well kill two birds with one stone if you know what I mean) 

Okay to many negative things I am not asking Ex that would be retarded. Why would I even think of asking him? How many times was I dropped as a child? Did i just fall off a turnip truck?

Cardigan Boy

pro~we would have stylin' pictures together,He wears cute clothes, He's a gentleman and would feel to terrible to say no

con~He's a bit awkward, I don't talk to him a lot, He might not talk at all when we are together and I love to chat,ummm he's not really attractive (I say that as nicely as I can) 

Best way to get him to say yes to me: to say please 

Flow

pro~He is a super good friend, He's tall, Kinda cute

Con~ He needs a haircut and wont get one,His hair color is a nicer color then mine and would put me to shame in a picture.  He might show up high or drunk or both at the same time ( I think thats called crunked) 

Best way to make him say yes to me: bribe him or flash him

Well thats all I can think of so far for my list. 

Jetta will land up asking Farmer. Even though she swears up and down and all around she doesn't like him I know she does, you can just tell! And he likes her. All the bullcrap that he says about not wanting to commit to liking someone is hysterical, if you put him and Jetta in a room alone for an hour they'd be all over each other once they actually civilly talked face to face about whats going on between them. Trust me on that one.

Briar will most likely ask Knitter boy because even though she doesn't want to Jetta and I will convince her. Knitter boy so likes her and its so cute to see them interact, no words just quick glances at one other when the other is not looking. ADORABLE. Somedays I wish I was shy like that. 

I don't know why its pretty much mandatory that you ask a guy to go with you to be your date. Especially when theres zero to none good looking guys in the school you attend (Or maybe its just my school where all the weird and unattractive guys are sent) 

Oh well Sadie Hawkins wasn't such a panty dropper either,yet she got a date. So if she can do it I guess I can to.  (And if I cant then I'll transfer to a school filled with ugly girls to make me feel better about myself) 

★AJ over and out......of luck?

OUT. ~AJ

I've never hated myself more then I have now. People say I can get guys and I'm not saying this proudly but i can. I can get a guy but i can't hold on to them long enough. It's stupid. 

There's this guy who I recently dispise, but who i liked before. His name shall be named Trebs cause its his nickname. Anyway Trebs and i were best friends last year then he transferred schools. We didnt ever stop talking because hes my neighbor which is kinda cool. Him and I were playing truth or dare and he dared me to come over so I did and he kissed me. He told me he liked me and I being retarded believed his every word of that. He and I hung out twice more after that and we made out. (it was good not gonna lie) anyways a week later (which was last week Friday ) he sends me a message telling me  its to early to like me because we haven't hung out. UMMM HELLO WE HUNG OUT AND MADE OUT AND NOW YOU'RE ASKING ME TO GET OUT BECAUSE THE FELLINGS FELL OUT?!?!?!  to many outs. 

I feel so stupid. He used me for just making out. thats so retarded. Friendship ruined. Respect crushed. I dont want any other guys in my life, there is to much to loose. Yet I would make a terrible nun.  

AJ 

OVER AND OUT. 

OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT. 

How I Turned Into A Living Cheeto Puff

Hey y'all. So it's been a while. I've not been busy, just lazy, so now that we've gotten that out of the way, you're probably wondering: how can I turn myself into a living cheeto puff?

Well, my friends, you are in for a thrilling surprise. Because I turned myself into a cheeto puff by accident, so I'm sure it's pretty easy to do it on purpose as well. Here's what you got to do:

1) Dye your hair purple with hair dye purchased from Dollarama. Let it look good for 2 weeks, and then watch it fate to a spilled koolaid soaked up on a napkin colour. 
2) Decide you dislike this colour. Go in to get it dyed. 
3) Last minute, decide to go blonde.
4) Bleach your hair. At this point it will turn into a fluorescent, cheeto puff, I just got out of rehab orange. 
5) Let your stylist tell you she'll tone it into a dark blonde with 'butterscotch' hilights.
6) Butterscotch does not equal orange. Someone should have the guts to say this out loud, but no-one does.
7) Leave stylists feeling like someone just ate a family size bag of cheetos and wiped them through your hair.
8) Experience immediate feelings of immense regret

Orange hair, in general, is not a colour that most people want on their heads. It is not very natural, especially if, like me, you have naturally ashy hair with cool undertones. So grey-blonde eyebrows with fiery hair just screams bad dye job. I can't wait to bleach the heck out of my hair some more till it turns actually blonde. I have never had such a bad colour before, and I've had half a head of green hair.

People tell me it doesn't look bad. Well, hypothetically, I suppose it could look worse. Like if you tied some roadkill to your head. Or had a monk ring. 

So you know how they have before and after pictures for these sorts of things? Well, here's mine. Just humour me and pretend the titles are switched.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

Apologies for the odd angles and backgrounds, but you know when you're trying not to show your face it's rather hard to take good pictures. Let me assure you that the orange is much more vibrant in person and looks even worse when you can see my face.

This post is really negative, so I'd like to now talk about the silver lining to this.

I googled 'cheeto puff hair' and I came up with some hilarious pictures which I will now share with you. BAM. Just when you think that having orange hair is bad, you realize that it's actually good because you just googled the most random thing and now have these pictures…

i just can't even. i mean. what. like. the cheetos are 99 cents???????

what true boredom looks like

CHEEEEEETOSSSSSSS

SWAG SWAG SWAG

"Dude. Dude. You know what we should do?" "What, man?" "ROAST SOME CHEETOS!" "YEAH DUDE THAT'S AWESOME!" (side note I have no idea what that circle is indicating if you know let me know)

proof that cheetos cannot be sexy (or orange hair either)

cheetos can, however, be terrifying

So I hope you enjoyed my little foray into the weird part of google images and if you've ever had a bad job, then you feel me.

Stay classy, internet.

Jetta

Boys, Biology and Bubble Baths ~AJ~

The three B's is what my Today consisted of. Let me start of saying that I am currently in my bath tub under a mound of bubbles and I feel relaxed. RELAXED PEOPLE, I FEEL RELAXED. Isn't it such a beautiful word....relaxed. So here I contently soak behind locked doors with just me, myself, and the burn book.

 I have finally finished my wretched biology test review. Let me tell you it was no fun at all! I woke up at 10am and the after breakfast proceeded to the dreaded bio review and didn't surface until 5pm for supper. Now thats what I call a study session! 

Okay so maybe I wasn't studying the whole time. Maybe I was talking to my ex. Just maybe the topic of friends with benefits was brought to light and just maybe we are. Now replace the "maybe" with "okay yes". 

I admit that my feelings for my Ex are not completely gone but yet I also can not say that I have a "crush" on him because I don't. I think the reason that there are lingering feeling for him is because him and I never really experienced the "normal" awkwardness and the solitary stage that came after a break up. Ex and I just went back to being friends and like nothing ever happened. Maybe for him it was easy to pretend that nothing ever happened but for me it wasn't so easy, I tried to mask the hurt that I felt after we broke up by going on other dates and going back to bad  habits of flirting with anything with a dick. Nothing could honestly replace what I was missing....him. We had a lot in common but yet almost nothing in common at all. Him and I are both adopted (p.s. Im adopted,no joke) and he liked and thrived on sports like it was air,while I on the other hand was  comfortable cheering on the sidelines. We had and still have a good connection. It's just not exactly gravity balanced. I don't think that being friends with benefits will change the way we view each other because we've been there done that, if anything I think it will make our friendship just a little bit more trusting. 

Rereading through this I realized this sounds more like a self persuasive  talk.I don't even know... I guess maybe Im to curious for my own good? Im just kinda excited to see him! I cant deny Ive missed him in "that" sense. 

Well, I no longer have a blanket of bubbles so I think my relaxation time is over and its time to go back to my hectic life. 

AJ over and out 

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Jetta

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Dear Jetta xox AJ

Dear Jetta, 

I read your last post about being done with farmer which I am so glad to here! Now id like to say something about it that has been on my chest for the longest time. 

Farmer wasn't right for you at all. I absolutely cringe when I think about you two together, even as much as you did like him. I don't think any guy that breaks up with a girl and kisses her afterwards is worth it. I don't think that any guy that breaks up with a girl out of the blue is worth it. I don't think that any guy who asks to be friends with benefits  is worth it. I don't think any guy who sends dick pics to a ANYONE. is worth it.Farmer has done all of those. As well Farmer flirts with everyone. Like a LITTERLY. He would send me flirty text messages as well as I know for a fact he led his Ex on for the longest time. 

You deserve someone way better then Farmer! You deserve a Prince Charming!!!! someone who will be devoted to just you, instead of flirting with you best friends over text. Someone who will give you those god damn butterflies with your first kiss. Someone who has a cleaner past and a brighter future. Someone who fits you're ideal man list but yet makes you change that list to fit his profile each waking moment you spend falling in love with him. Someone who you can blog all the good things about instead of blogging the problems! 

I know that you will find your Prince Charming or maybe he'll find you. (who knows maybe you've already met him)  But whoever he is, I hope he realizes that he's fallen for one of the most beautiful, talented, insightful person I know, and thats you. And if he doesn't know that..... number one he's not Prince Charming, and number two ill kick his ass to the curb. 

Feel better hun, we'll have to go for a mani pedi sesh soon with Briar. 

xoxox AJ over and out 

p.s. I OFFICIALLY BURN FARMER FOR BEING A TOOL. FOR SHAME YOU DIRTY FARMER 

Done Farming ~Jetta

The title of this post was a clever way to say that I'm done with farmer. If you got that, I love you and let's be best friends, okay? Okay. 

Last night AJ and Briar stayed over in residence at school and AJ and Farmer were messaging. I really don't want to go through all of the details but the gist of it is he doesn't want to date anyone, apparently. And he even told me the same when I 'accidentally' found AJ's iPod and read the messages.

I'm still deciding exactly what I think of this. On the one hand, I think it's good because logically and rationally I do not want to date anyone right now, and much less Farmer because he's a bit of a dink fartface idiot tool interesting person sometimes in relationships.

And I can understand why he doesn't want to date anyone considering he said he's spoken 3 words to his ex since they broke up and actually none of his dating relationships have worked out. 

On the other hand, I guess I'm a little disappointed because I did like him and so even if I shouldn't or wouldn't have dated him, I'm not going to try and deny that I wanted to. Actually what I really want to do is (okay this is going to sound weird and maybe creepy and definitely awkward but here goes) kiss him. Which is, you know, odd because I've never even kissed anyone. Oh yeah, another fun fact for you. Sweet 16 and never been kissed. 

But somehow being a make out buddy sounds actually more appealing than dating someone. Maybe that's messed up. Maybe that's very messed up considering I've never even made out with someone so maybe I should know what's it's like before I decide.

But to be honest, I get sick of people quite easily, especially people that I like and especially when they show interest in me. So the whole commitment aspect of boyfriend/girlfriend scares me. 

And though I'm sick with the flu and at home not at school, I'm actually in quite a good mood for once because I think I'm pretty much over Farmer. I hardly even care now if he likes me or not, and though I might have been disappointed about what he said I wasn't even sad. Plus today I noticed how he does this weird clapping thing with one hand and sang really weirdly in class and it was kind of one of those epiphanies where you realize people aren't always likeable and/or attractive. 

I'm sure all my friends will be very happy to hear this news and it's kind of a relief to write it to be honest. 

So there we are. Judge me if you will for any of this, I don't really blame you. I feel so free. It's wonderful.

Jetta

our ideal men

AJ

-tall, 6' +

-wavy hair (I'm obsessed with wavy hair)

-green eyes (soooo hot. I'm such a sucker for good eyes. if you have good eyes ill date you)

-good dresser 

-nose licker (oh my god Jetta dont write that)

-tanned

-dimples + freckles <3

-a guy that will sing with me

-a guy who knows how to use his lips

-someone who can cook

-hawt ness (a sexy mother beeper)

-will take me to buildabear workshop 

BRIAR

-tall

-muscular

-good sense of style

-nice shoes

-good hairstyle (medium length)

-nice eyes (i just really like eyes. seriously i just stare at everyone's eyes because i think they're so pretty)

-good sense of humor

-they have to be sooooo fetch...and gangsta. like a rapper. like kanye. i love kanye. (jk this was all Jetta) 

JETTA

-they have to be taller than me.... im pretty tall

-has to be really really attractive 

-nice nose

-medium build (not super scrawny or super hugely built)

-confident and outgoing but not cocky

-cant be wishy washy

-he doesn't have to be super smart or good at everything but has to be passionate about something