My little brother comes up to me today and says this:

"Jennine can I please have one of the six shelves in our bathroom to put my stuff on that's just mine? Cause today I went in there and my shampoo and soap were in the middle of the bath tub and your new shampoo and conditioner were in their spot."

Personally, I think he needs to be a little bit less high maintenance. =P

SNOW!

Yesterday was the first snowfall of the year here, not including the one about a month and a half ago that melted before it had a chance at touch the earth. And for the first time in probably my entire life, the first thought that came to mind when I looked out the window and saw the crisp blanket of white was not eff you Mother Nature! My first though was wow. That's beautiful. I have always had a bitter-sweet love towards snow and winter, hating the cold but loving the beauty and memories that spark when you see the first snow fall on the year. But usually the bitter over powers the sweet and I just feel miserable towards it. But not this time. I was actually very excited and couldn't wait to go outside. I love it when you walk in the snow and the side walk is perfectly clean and not a single soul had placed their print in on the white canvas. Walking and leaving my tracks made me feel powerful in a weird way, knowing I was the first one to touch millions and millions of beautifully formed crystals of ice, the only one since snowfall to pass by that point. As I walked I looked back at my tracks and noticed that the snow was the perfect consistency to hold every single groove in the bottom of my boot and I could perfectly see the outline of a heart on the toes half of my print with a little running RocketDog in the center. When I was on my way back to my house down the same side walk, in noticed two more sets of tracks, one of a human, the other of a dog and even in the crisp winter air I felt a sense of warmth. Knowing that someone else, just moments ago, walked along the same path, in the same fresh air, in the same first fallen snow as I just had. When I reached my house I could feel the warmth and realized that my body had began to cool a bit while I was out, and was now starting to regain heat, and I discovered I loved that feeling too. it's a very cozy feeling, and a feeling o accomplishment. And that re-warming sensation brings so many thoughts and old memories to mind, thinking of all the times before when I have felt like this and how it always followed a great time with amazing people.
So this winter I have decided that I am not going to complain about the snow. I am going to accept and appreciate it and instead look at all the good in it. I think it will keep me happier over the winter and teach me to be more appreciative.

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I want to make a wish tonight, but all the stars are still
So I will shake my head from side to side to see them shoot against there will.
I want to make a wish tonight, alas the dandelions are all dead
So I will google a place where they still grow and that's where I will head.
I want to make a wish tonight but penny fountains, I have none
So I will higher a great sculptor and erg him on until the day that he is done.
I want to make a wish tonight, yet no new desires fill my heart
So I will ask what I always do, for you and I to become one and never ever part.
~Jn9


And yes David Shorten, this idea did spark from your status. Thanks for the inspiration [=

Wal-Mart = inspiration!

Alright, so today me and my best friend Kelsie Rae were at the infamous Wal-Mart, and we are the type to make fun anywhere. We were just casually walking through the isles when we spotted a wicker/willow deer. This thing came up to my waist at least. I guess it must have been some lawn ornament or something but we both walked past it and about 10 feet later we stopped looked at each other and turned around to get it. We drug it around Wal-Mart with us for a good few minutes while we hunted down a place to leave it. We both agreed that the the end of the towel isle where there are giant rug display frames that flip back and forth like the wall poster display was a good place to wedge our find. So we left him there and chuckled as we continued our shopping.

A few minutes later I found a super cute sweater dress and decided I was going to try it on. So we went to the change rooms and I put it on and decided I wanted to try it with leggings. Unfortunately, today was the first day in a very long while that I decided to wear jeans instead of leggings. Luckily, Kelsie was wearing a pair, so she came in and gave me hers. We looked in the mirror and decided again that something was not right, so I asked her to get me the other color of dress cause the one I had looked kind of grandma-ish. She looked down at her bare legs and said, "Umm...Ha ha, yea sure, why not." (This is how I know she's my best friend) She pulled her t shirt down as far as it would go, put her boots back on and walked out into Wal-Mart to get me the other color. [= She looked like a ridiculous schmuck, but I love her for it!
And thank you Wal-Mart for allowing us to gain some great memories to remember for years to come!

Sorry readers. I need inspiration.

I think about it about 5 times a day. "I really should write in my blog soon.." But I'm not really feeling it. So I'm taking a break. I will return, I promise. I'm just going to take a breather.

Three do-nots to keep happy

Do not try on your grad dress from 4 months ago because when you put it on and realize that it is about an inch too small even when your mother is tugging it with all her might, it really puts a damper on your self esteem. (Also, do not just assume that your grad dress from 4 months ago will fit and leave it till last minute the night before your best friends formal-dress eighteenth birthday supper to try it out.

Do not go to an all night toga party when you are required to be awake and functioning in your place of work at nine am the following morning, and if you do, do not expect second looks from charming guys when you are wearing last nights make up, a bed head hair-do, and a last minute 'this looks clean, I think' outfit.

Do not allow your best friend to sit there and list off things that you have been doing wrong. It works out much better if you surprise her and tell her to shut up, stop being a bitch, and realize that she's not right every time about everything. This way, you BOTH get out your anger and you both realize that neither one of you is perfect and that's why you were best friends so start off with.

Keep these few things in mind and your day will go better than mine did guaranteed! ;)

Twenty-two flames for youu!

Happy Birthday Malerie! I hope it glows ♥

I love you big sister!

Well this kinda puts a kink in the candle wick doesn't it?

So I have been so extremely excited about my upcoming trip to Australia recently, and I have really started to get into the planning and saving and jazz. I was going to look up things to do in the areas we were staying in and stuff but Makaila hadn't told me yet where exactly her Aunts lived so I didn't know where to even start. But I conveniently ran into Makaila in the pool hall yesterday and so I asked her where we were going to be staying in Australia and this was he response, "Oh, actually I don't think I'm going to Australia anymore. A trip to Cambodia, and Indonesia and Thailand came up and I really want to go on that so yea."
!!
Wow.
And to top it all off she didn't even say "Oh actually I found a trip that we could go on instead together!" She just up and cancelled all together and didn't include me at all in her new plans and she didn't even apologize for cancelling, she just got mad at me and told me I had no reason to be angry and then started listing off things I did wrong.
I seem to be losing best friends left and right here.
I am hopefully going to go to England earlier now though and staying an extra month there and I'm thinking of a little short trip to Mexico for maybe two or three weeks too.
Anyways I just thought I'd post about it cause I've been kind pissed about this for the last 24 hours or so.
Maybe now I can afford to buy myself a nice camera before I start traveling.

New love

I have recently fallen in love with leggings and plaid flannel shirts with a printed T underneath. Definitely the comfiest style ever. I bought a plaid flannel Vans shirt when I was in Vegas and it sparked a new addiction! Now I'm hooked. I have bought two more since I've been back. (Both from the boys section of Please Mum..) I have always been drawn to this style on others, especially guys! (Minus the leggings part.) But I finally tried it on for myself and I'm never going back! [=

Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.

~Stella Adler

A toast to good times.

I recently did a major clean on my room. One of those ones where every box, drawer, shelf, nook, and cranny gets cleared out, and in my organizing I found my CD stash of every burnt CD I've ever owned! The count is way above 100. There's EVERYTHING on these!! I've got CDs from Makaila and a couple from Janine and one from Cady filled with Disney music! So I sung along to Hi-Ho with the dwarfs and attempted to whistle cause I've been practising and soon I'll be able to cross it off of my "100 things before death" list. [=
I love finding old memories. One of the CDs I found was one of all the songs the reminded me Cady and Liam of Long Lake Camp and past JFW days. And almost every single one of these CDs brought back some sort of memory. They are really like finding an old photo album from years ago and looking through it.
I think I'll hit the storage room next and take a rummage through there and see what else I can find that makes me smile. I know we have heaps of photo boxes tucked away somewhere from before digital took away our drive to print holdable photos, that are in need of a digging out.
So here's to all my long time friends that have memories hidden about. I love you all and every good time we've had! I'll never forget any of you!

Cheers

Impossible

It's a dropped vase that's broke in one,

The tender loving of a gun,

Blinding headlights on a one-way street,

A paralysed deaf who follows the beat.

Like counting the seconds 'til yesterday,

Holding your gaze while looking away,

Seeing your options from behind a closed door,

Having enough while still wanting more.

It's looking straight up and seeing the ground,

Hearing the thunder make not a sound,

A broken winged bird taking off into flight,

A rising sun in the midst of night.

Like the mighty red sea with waters so blue,

That's what it's like loving you.

~Jn9