the wonderful world of jengy

a little insight into the complex, iron deficient, teeny mind of mine

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Location: San Francisco, California, United States

Friday, September 09, 2005

hi. @ sonoma right now. crackass of dawn style. but he'll feed me. and it'll be ok. it's cold here. but i'm not one to talk, really. but it's odd how the weather is exactly the same as it was back in march and april.

not much to say. going to la next week. where there will be no mobile showers!!! yes. not making sense.

do you like basketball? are you willing to play basketball in the southbay for a good cause??? meaning, are you willing to pay for it and get some free stuff and then play and be in the southbay for a good cause... in october?? please let me know if you are willing to organize yourself into a three person team... oh, this also helps me out for school... and if you're reading this, then you love me and you're willing to help raise money for the breast cancer cause and you want to play some ball and maybe win a trophy and get a waterbottle and other good stuff...

HOOP IT UP FOR HOOTERS!. cupertino, oct 1st. 3 on 3. let me know!!

yeah things have been off lately. i cant put my finger on why tho. i cant seem to relax for a long period of time. things are... pink.

i want to go shopping...

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

I'm tense. A little chemically imbalanced at times, as is evident by my blogs lately. I would say that things are looking up, except everytime i say that, things go badly again.

But yeah. If I ever become a truly negative person... like, whenever you talk to me, all I do is bitch and moan about life... life meaning the weather, school, money, etc etc... yeah I don't want to be that kind of person. I know that lately I haven't been living up to that... but I hope that's only a momentary phase.

My long nails are scratching the stickers on my keyboard. E and N are especially affected.

A litle sleepy.

Monday, September 05, 2005

SO irritated.

keeping up appearances is so tiring. i hate keeping a front.

there's no colour for frustration.