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Name: Jenna Location: Salina, Kansas, United States Birthday: 3/1/1986 Gender: Female
Interests: Criminal stuff, reading, writing, singing, frolicking through the woods ( not really), and long walks on sandy beaches. (yeah, right, the sandy beaches of Kansas). Expertise: Hmmm....I used to be in 4-H and show rabbits. Wow, I just admitted that. I also kick butt in interviews. Ask me anything about the TV show "The O.C." or Harry Potter and I will know. Occupation: Student Industry: Other
Message: message me MSN: jendutchess_2004@hotmail.com
Member Since:
1/19/2005
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| HI ALL! UPDATE! HAHA! For pics of what I've been up to, you can go to www.xanga.com/jolelikeagmr and you will see me! | | |
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Another deer hit my car. On the same side. Oh yes, the driver's side. It's about $1000 more damage than it was when the SAME THING happened about three months ago.
....I'm starting to warm up to the idea of hunting wildlife... | | |
| Yo peeps.
It's been awhile since I've updated. I am totally tired right now. NAP. My body feels like I've been beaten. Whoever says cheerleading isn't a sport should check out my arms. I look like I shoot up or something. I even have treads from shoes on my arms. And bruises. And scrapes. SUCK. But, our routine turned out pretty well on Saturday (even though a girl got hurt about an hour before the game and we had to rework every stunt she was in-talk about STRESSFUL) so I guess it's worth it. Now competition. Ugh.
This morning my entire class was devoted to BTK. A detective that worked the case came down and went through the entire case with us. We saw pictures, watched the interrogations and interviews, saw all the letters he sent to the media, pictures from his house in Park City and evidence that was in the home, and of course his church in Park City. I'm fascinated by serial killers and the way their minds work. I think there might be something in a career there, but I don't know if I'm smart enough. We'll see.
I went to donate blood today. Yeah, no go on that. I have a 36% iron count and you need 38%. Poop on that. I think it might be due to the factor that I didn't eat breakfast, I drank pop right before, and I have a cold.
Last night Kimber came over. We went to www.stickdeath.com It's kinda crazy, but if you need a laugh....
I hate this time of the year. There's something about January and February that irks me. Maybe because I'm impatient for spring. Or for school to be out. Or something. Anyways, if you feel like me during this time of year, remember that blooming flowers and pretty green grass are just around the corner!
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| Hey everyone. It's been kinda sad around Bethany since Brenda Krinhop passed away Saturday. Everyone please pray for their family as they lost two people in their family, and two more are in the hospital.
When things like this occur, I get very confused. Why did it happen to the Krinhop family? They are one of the nicest families in town, and Brenda was always such a sweetheart. It seems like it's always the best people that go. Why did God single them out? Why them and not me? When someone dies, people usually have some type of guilt because they still get to live and still get the chance to make more of their lives. I learned that in Psych class, and I've known that because I've felt this way previously when someone I've known or cared about passed away. It still doesn't answer my questions though. I know they say that God has a plan, it was her time to go and all that. But why doesn't God take away the people that cause the pain in the first place?
Sorry if that didn't make much sense. I'm just trying to figure some stuff out in my mind, and sometimes it helps to write it out.
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| I am sore. Oh yes, very sore. But it's good for me. I also have shoe mark bruises which will look totally hot at Kelsey and Mike's wedding. YESSSS. Getting ready for cheer competition, being on duty for RA stuff, listening to grisly tales of homicide in my interterm class, practice, and everything is keepin the pace goin. Stressing, but it's all good. Harry Potter Scene It rocks my socks. | | |
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