apply the lip gloss to the hair

NOTE: click pictures to enlarge them.

I never find myself wistful at the taught of the day when my dreams will be fulfilled.

I am consumed with my past, the nightmares and outrage, the unanswered questions they inspire. It is a battle to fight the memories out of my head. Images stream behind my eyes, fast and incomprehensible. If I could only slow them down, decode them, maybe I could make sense of my life.

people are always in a pool of distractions, its up to them to figure out what direction to take. Its weird sometimes we don't know why we make the choices we do. I look at my life, and only see what is missing. Its disgusting how the world had to lie to us. Today I wake up in my own bed, in my own life, with my own decisions.


"Hey wanna go smoke a fatty?"
"I can't I'm babysitting my sister"
"We can smoke her out too"
"She's nine"
"noting like starting young"
We dial hunter on the party line
"Cocktails @ d polo lounge?" we ask her
"I cant I'm rehearsing lines 4 a play" hunter whines
"Scorpion bowl @ trader Vic's?"
"I wish. Did u see Greg totally checking me out 3rd period?!"
"Shut up!"
"I swear"
"He's so hot, I'm spazzin out"
Lets celebrate!"
"Do u think he'll call 2nite?"
"Who?"
"GREG!"
"Idk" I say annoyed dat obviously we r not going out 4 drinks"
"I'm in the middle of making macaroni n cheese" Liz shouts, "I've got to bolt"
"Later"
we click off
- jennifer saginor

i miss this so much






i went to harbor today and took these too pics. thank god they helped me get through the day:



i should have gone to this. Lauren, Catherine, and beautiful amazing mark hunter were there!

just two days ago this guy who sent me text messages everyday told me not to ever talk to him again because i didn't tell him my real name or something like that. ew. i was never attracted to him. hes a stupid 7Th grader with no life. and hes hella annoying. i should have never gave that loser my number.

I'm also searching for a job so if any of you know where i can get one inform me instantly. either my space, anna123@tmail.com,or AIM annarosete1.


I LOVE THIS VIDEO I WATCH IT EVERYDAY. i hate the song but love the bondage. enjoy!!!
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i got my banking card but i didn't know i couldn't shop online! DAMN!

check out my new id card for Newport harbor. i look ugly. but it beats last years id card...

my favorite song is leaving on a jet plane. listen to it its great!!!
blogging is hard.

Ive always seen my life as an empty highway with no end. And just wen everything goes wrong, some1 comes into my life and saves me from wat i m terrifed of.
I am only fourteen and barley starting life.

BOBBY FISHER

In the days before the event,
he had the whole world wondering if he would show up.
Plane after plane waited on the runway
while he napped
or took walks and ate sandwiches.
Henry Kissinger called
and asked him to go for his country's honor.
Soon after arriving,
he offended the Icelanders
by calling their country inadequate
because they had no bowling alleys.
He complained about the TV cameras,
about the lighting,
about the table and chairs,
and the contrast of the squares on the board.
His hotel room, he said, had too nice a view.
None of this had anything to do with chess, of course...
or maybe it did.
If he won,
he'd be the first American world champion in history.
If he lost,
he'd just be another patzer from Brooklyn.
On the th move of the st game,
he countered Spassky's bishop to king-
with a pawn to rook- .
And it was all over.
He came home an American hero.
He bragged to the world he'd beat the Russians.
He delivered.
He can now command the same money
as heavyweight prizefighters.
He was invited to dinner by statesmen and kings.
Then Bobby Fischer made the most original, unexpected move of all.
He disappeared.
For all his natural ability, Bobby Fischer studied harder than any player who ever lived. He woke up thinking about chess. He went to bed thinking about it. He dreamt about it. Why? Isn't it enough to be a natural? If you don't care about winning, it's enough, but he wanted to win. He had to be champion, and in order to do that, he had to work.

In school, before he dropped out, Bobby studied chess books while his teachers taught other things. When they told him to put his books away, or took them away, he studied in his head. When a science report came back to him once with the words "not satisfactory" written across the top, he wrote under it just as big, "Tough." He was and had already beaten the strongest adult players in the country to become the youngest U.S. champion ever.