new blog!

i made a new blog!
i won't update this one any more. i got so tired of the 6th grade-esque name. XD
you can still see all my other posts on my new blog, though. it just has a different URL and a different name!
(actually, i'm still trying to figure out a good name. any suggestions?)
so yeah, change the address on your google reader or whatever to jenniemarietanner.blogspot.com.
=D

i haven't blogged about the snow yet!

so if you live in alabama (which you probably do since no one but my family reads this =p) you know it snowed last sunday.
IT SNOWED. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN LIKE 8 YEARS.
i took some pictures, but i haven't gotten around to uploading them until just now.
enjoy =)








(☝ mom took this one and this one ☟.)

(and this one. ☟)

post #75: in which i am singled out for further questioning

so at school today, during lunch, this guy who was a missionary to vietnam during the vietnam war came and spoke to the 7th grade classes. (the girls AND the boys class, mind you.) he was really interesting, and he asked us questions - like, "why do you think america became involved in the vietnam war?" stuff like that.
so i knew the answers to most of the first few questions, but i didn't answer because i was scoping out the situation - making sure the guy wasn't the type who always asks "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" when you answer a question; that makes everyone look at you and it's quite embarrassing.
so whenever anyone would answer a question he would just go, "yes, that's right" and nobody would stare at the kid who answered. i liked this guy. so for the next question -
"why do you think we failed in the vietnam war?"
- i raised my hand.
"because we just gave up at the very end and withdrew our troops, and south vietnam fell."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
every single man, woman and child turned around and stared at me.
"um... we gave up... at the very end. and south vietnam fell."
"...........yes, that's one answer."
he then proceeded to ask more questions, and whenever anyone else answered he didn't ask what they had said one. single. time.

cowering

the father and some of his employees are doing some work on the roof of the porch.
what exactly are they doing, you ask? i have no clue, but guess what the only way onto the roof of the porch is? by crawling out my bedroom window.
so for several hours now i've been banned from my room. i can only imagine what they're doing up there - traipsing around with their muddy boots, maybe knocking over a picture frame or two.
i've been hiding downstairs for the whole time because my morning face + a bad cold + extremely bad hair day = ugly jennie.
yes, i'm having an extremely bad hair day. in an attempt to make it more presentable, i washed my hair about an hour ago. in the downstairs shower of course, which happens to be the parents' shower.
so i was in the shower trying to soak my ridiculously thick hair, when i remembered that there's an unfortunately-placed window right next to the shower that looks into the porch. slowly, i turned my head...
looked out the window...
and saw...
a man standing on a skylight.
CAN THEY SEE ME?! LORD, DON'T LET THEM SEE ME!!!
so i crouched in the floor of the shower and considered my options.
my mom has about 451345645.8 bottles of shampoo. and conditioner. and color treatment. i tried to find some shampoo that didn't say "FOR COLORED HAIR" or "FOR SILVERS." i found one, but it was on a high shelf in the shower, right next to the window.
i raised myself slowly, like a periscope, grabbed the shampoo, and risked a glance out the window.
someone had thrown their jacket on the skylight. i should have known it was a jacket, but i was already so aghast at the possibility of several grown men seeing me in the shower that i immediately assumed it was someone crouching on the skylight, using a hammer or whatever.
with a slightly hysterical whimper, i crouched back down on the floor of the shower and shampooed my hair. it took a few minutes to find a suitable conditioner, but i did find one and i used it. i peeked out the window again.
ohhh! it's only a jacket on the skylight...
yes, i know, i'm very smart aren't i? but then i saw someone walk across the skylight.
CURSES!
so i found a random bar of blue soap (it had a small black object stuck to it. i'm pretty sure it was a little fly, but i didn't want to find out for sure). a few minutes later, i vaulted out of the shower, clean.
cho (who had been stalking me all morning and so had followed me into the bathroom) looked at me with utter disgust.

kinda like that.

new layout =D

hi cheezpeeps. =p i'm sorry for not blogging in like a gazillion years... if my blog isn't set to my homepage i'll never remember to update it.
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and i haven't been feeling well lately.
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she turned me into a newt!
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i got better.
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but yeah, i got a new layout for ze blog. lovely, yes? =3
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yes, well, i have nothing to say, so i shall post a bunch of random pictures. *groans from reader(s)*


star gazing affectionately at my mother.


this one picture pretty much describes star's entire existence.


this is chang, my cousin/friend madie's pug. is this not the strangest-looking dog ever? i mean he's cute, but wow. XD and yes, that's my finger on the left side. =p


"DO YOU HAVE ANY CHEESE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"


"...but i love you..."

AHH!

i fail at keeping my blog updated... sorry for any withdrawals you may have experienced these last 13 days.
(i think it's 13. right? *counts on fingers* ...whatever.)
we will now return to your irregularly scheduled post.

today's one of those days when i have absolutely nothing to post. nothing much has happened lately, except for my granddad giving a speech at the library downtown, but mother dear already stole that idea. (read her post. like... now. =) )
so i'm completely out of blog fodder. but posting about having nothing to post is so unoriginal!
so with great reverence, i will now voyage to the wealth of knowledge, to the stupendous page of the one man who knows all that happens and links to it with great artistry...
TIM CHALLIES'S A LA CARTE!
okay. hmm. nothing much of interest for today's a la carte. what about the one for january 23rd?
"the year's weirdest headline"
oh?
*click*
"CLINICALLY DEPRESSED POODLE MAULS FORMER FRENCH PRESIDENT CHIRAC"
...how can dogs be depressed?
"former french president jacques chirac was rushed to a hospital after being mauled by his pet dog who is being treated for depression, in a dramatic incident that rattled the ex-president's wife."
...anti-depressants? hmm. that's irregular. poodles are the dog breed of evil.
there's even a picture on the fox news site of the horrid little rat...dog.

OH
MY
GOSH.
do you see that huge bikini-wearing woman in the background?!?!
DON'T LET YOUR SMALL CHILDREN SEE IT!!!
...i shall have cellulite-infested nightmares!

odd piano experience... IN PRESENT TENSE!

i get home from stressful day at school and change out of my uncomfortable school clothes and into pajamas. i sit down on the couch and pass out. five minutes later, the absent-minded mother unit has a brilliant revelation:
"OH! YOUR PIANO LESSON!"
which is scheduled to be in about 10 minutes or so. i run upstairs, grab the nearest hoodie laying on the floor and realize it would take quite a while to pull it over my rather large head. i grab the next nearest hoodie, put it on, put on some jeans, brush my wild hair, run out the door, go back to get my music books, run out the door, put on some flipflops, and run to the bananamobile on freezing feet.
the mother unit drives me to my piano teacher's house. there's a van parked in her driveway. it's 5:05.
me: "oh. that's her student that she teaches before me. they're a little late getting out."
and then an older girl bounces happily out of her van and into the piano teacher's house.
WHAT? END OF WORLD? my piano lesson is supposed to be at 5!
in a stunned stupor, i gaze at the door. the mother unit is talking on the phone, but i can tell she's rather confused. eventually she drives off and wanders around trussville for 10 minutes.
me: "i would just go back."
mother unit: "should i go back?"
yes.
so we go back. and we wait in the car for 15 minutes for the other girl to get out.
then we get out of the bananamobile, and my piano teacher, the mother unit, and the other girl's mom talk and laugh and the whole cacophony sounds eerily similar to a bloodthirsty brood of hens. then somehow my piano teacher saves me and herds me inside and i have my piano lesson.
then i go home and pass out.