A World Without Pants.

Wouldn't a world without pants be wonderful?
You know what im talking about. You spend four hours at the mall looking for effing pants that end up not fitting and costing way too much. And YOU DIDN'T EVEN WANT PANTS IN THE FIRST PLACE. Ew.
And then theirs the whole other issues of i have chicken legs and DONT EVEN FIT INTO PANTS half the time. People are always like OMG your sooo skinny im soo jealous and im like YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH HOE OR ILL PUNCH YOUR FACE IN. Ugh. People need to take time to examine someone before they assume things. Like, theres more behind what you see. Gah i ahte people sometimes. Theyre superficial and judgmental and prejiduce and sometimes i just wish we all died.
I have this theory that people are too intelligent for their own good. Cause you know how animals brains are only big enough to know like the basics of survival and stuff. Theres no confusion there. They dont give a rats ass what colour fur that other possum has, its a girl and their gonna go knock it up to keep their species going. Like if all humans knew how to do was eat and build shelter and mate, we would never have homocides. We would never have world hunger. We would never have war. We would never care how fat anyone else was. We would simply coexist forever and ever peacfully along side eachother.
Sooo i got off topic. But to bring this topic to an end, i have swonr off pants forever and am only going to wear dresses and skirts for the rest of my life.

LOVE,
jenessa♥

Ode to race.

Isn't it amazing how much the colour of our skin can matter?

I mean, when i say that, your probably thinking about racism. But what about the crippling pride that goes with having a certain race.

In one way, you'd think you should be proud of your skin colour, and inrich yours and others lives with the culture and history of it. But pride leads to arrogance. And arrogance leads to hate. And hate leads to war.

I am a pacifist by the way.

So on the other hand you'd think everyone should just be the same. Be 100% impervious to the colour of eachothers skin. But, do we really all want to be EXACLTY the same? I mean,isn't that kind of boring?

Do you ever have it when your trying to explain a certain person to someone, and your trying to find all the details to explain them without using their weight or their sexual preference or their race becasue, i mean, why can't we just see a gay guy, or a overweight woman, or a black boy as the exact same as us?

But then it's back to the boring thing. I guess variety is the spice of life right? Humans just take that to the extreme i find.

Why do these problems of life not just have one simple answer?

There has to be some kind of peaceful balance inbetween these two extremes.

But what is it?

LOVE,

jenessa♥

A Guilty Hypocrite.

Do you ever have it when your friends are doing stupid stuff that your SO mad at them for, but at the same time, you kinda want to do it too?
And that seems so terrible, like its bad for them to do it but not for you. What a double standard.
And how come when someone has been labeled a bad person because theyre like a druggy or a whore or something, nobody cares anymore, but as soon as one of the "good kids" does something barely even bad, everyone hates them all of the sudden?
What a world we live in hey?
I mean in some ways i just wish no one would care what i did and theyd just leave me alone to make my own discisions, whether they're good or bad, but in other ways, isnt the whole point of doing those things just to get noticed in the first place?
Some things i will never understand. So consider this stain, not yet bleached.

LOVE,
jenessa♥

Good morning Crossfield. The earth says "Your too cold. Move to Pluto".

Good morrow cuz.
This is an introduction of me.
My name is Jenessa. I have a litte kitty named Ben whom is sitting beside me right now watching me.:D I love him♥
I recently moved from my beloved city of Surrey (REPRESENT) to a little town I like to call Hell.
Or Crossfield. Its tiny, gross, cold and dead. We have no McDonalds, but we DO have two trailor parks.
My school sucks. Ill probly blog about that later. But life sucks a lot less this year, so we're good for the most part.
I♥ food, clothes, animals, Brianne, Surrey, and HSM (HOLLA).
So i will elaborate more on myself in further blogs. I hope SOMEONE has a hoot and a half reading these.
LOVE,
jenessa♥

A very juicy simile.

Do you ever get it when somethings on your mind and it just keeps NAGGING and NAGGING and consuming your thoughts until you share it with the world?
Well that is what this blog is. Lifes grape juice stains. The things you HATE that you cant get out no matter how many times you wash it, until finally one day you bleach it out. Or, write it in a blog.
The stain still happened, but now its not consuming the fabric like it was before.
The fabric has moved on.