Sometimes i think my life might be better if bob marley narrated it.

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.

I think I'm sad. 

I wish I was sad.

Maybe then I would be a better writer. 

So I guess I'll do it the Chelsea Handler way and just be a whore. 

I put on for my city

I know I may not be your moral compass guide to movie going. But let me just say, Up was one of the greatest movies I've seen in years. Yes. Years.

Although, I'm pretty certain that it stole major plot elements from the novel 21 Balloons.

But it doesn't matter. Because it was awesome. With perfect moments of catharsis. And everything wrapped into everything.

I highly recommend you see this movie.

In other news:

I failed a math exam. I don't even know how. I knew the material. I knew what I was doing...and then...I don't know what happened. Glass is half full thought: everyone else might fail too.

The Cavs won. Say what you want about fame and money and greed. But there's something still so pure and untouched about sports. Remember when Lebron made that last second three pointer in game 2 and won it for us? There was magic in that moment. And don't say you didn't feel it, because I know you did. And okay, maybe those moments of magic don't happen often, but they happen. And it brings people together. It's magic. And you can't disrespect that. Teams may be full of jackasses, alleged rapists, cockey assholes. Refs may be unfair. Coaches may not be coaching to the best of their abilities. This may be all about money and contracts and deals. But in the center of all that lies a game. A game which is not a catalyst, but a detoxing and cleansing of all of that. The minute that ball swished into the basket as the timer buzzed, everything dissapeared in that moment. Lebron was no longer an asshole with illegitament children running amoke. He was a savior. This game saves us. You just need to let it unfold around you.

It's okay if you are sitting there rolling your eyes at me. I'm even rolling my eyes at me. But I've seen things tear people apart. And I just think it's nice that for 2 or 3 weeks out of the year, we can all have the same status, the same goal, the same respect. All because of a game. And I'm sorry, I just can't ignore that.

Here's what needs to be said

Dear Miley,
I tried so hard to like you. But I just cant when you use the wrong your/youre in your twitter updates and misspell worlds like "paparazzi." Furthermore, I think you owe me an apology for wasting almost 2.5 years of emotion and money and time on what I thought was an intelligent, funny, sweet natured human being.
Sincerely,
Jenna

Dear Mike Brown,
Suck it. I could coach the Cavs better than you could.
Sincerely,
Jenna

Dear Varejao,
Someday I will become Jenna Anderson, just you wait.
Sincerely,
Jenna

Dear Mathematics,
I hate you. So so much. We start out with a good relationship, we agree and we understand each other. But then you decide to become a major asshole and you stop being clear and communicating in a way that is beneficial to both of us. Look, I know you don't like me, and I don't like you either. But we're stuck together until the end of summer. So we need to start communicating more and we need to stop fighting so much.
Sincerely,
Jenna

Dear New Library,
I've been trying to keep our relationship platonic, but I just cant anymore. Every time I walk by you I just feel the urge to reach out and touch you, I want to go inside you and run my fingers against the spines of all the books you hold. Why do you keep me at a distance with your yellow ropes and tape. I thought I meant more to you than that? Don't you want me? Aren't I enough for you? Just know that I love you, always and forever.
Sincerely,
Jenna

It felt just like falling in love

J: I'm sorry
S: I don't think I've ever heard you say that before
J: I don't think I've ever meant it before

I was thinking today. About all the times I've said "I'm sorry" to people. I say it a lot. But I think everyone does.

example:
person 1: I failed my math exam!
person 2: I'm sorry

I use "I'm sorry" like that a lot. But I really don't think I've ever sincerely apologized in person for something I've done. In high school it would be done in a note or online or on the phone and most of those times it wouldn't even be sincere or genuine. And since coming to college I haven't really felt the conviction to apologize for anything major.

I think we all think we are people who sincerely apologize. But I also think that rarely any of us are.

I think real apologies are rare and beautiful.

I think Tom and Daisy are treated unfairly in "The Great Gatsby" F.Scott Fitzgerald calls them "careless people" who "leave messes behind them" and just walk away.

But it's not like that. Sometimes walking away is the very best thing you can do.

If you can't apologize or make it right, and if you can't stay there. then walking away seems like the very best option.







How did Olivia Wilde beat out Megan Fox for Maxim's top 100?! I don't understand this.

I need you so much closer

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