autobiography

2004.04.05

Boo.

If you're still reading this, it means that I haven't scared you away. If you were scared, but read on anyways, I have one word for you, and that word is wuss. I suppose the reason you clicked here to begin with is because you're expecting an autobiography of sorts. I might as well give you what you came for- sometimes, I really do aim to please.

My name is JennaLee, and if you spell that wrong I will kill you. Hyphenate it, and that death will be painful. It's JennaLee. With a "J". 2 "N"s, 2 "E"s, capital "L", no space. It's not that difficult, so try not to mess it up. Better yet, call me Jenna. That's what my friends call me, anyway. Not saying that everyone who meets me is considered a friend, but that is harder to misspell. I should hope, anyway. I'm not going to tell you my last name, because those of you whom I want to know it already do, and those of you who don't know it, there's a reason why you don't. Hey, I at least need to make it difficult on my stalkers. I will state my middle name, though- it's Naomi. Go ahead and laugh if you want to.

I live in a small town located about 20 minutes outside of London, Ontario. Recently, in a newsletter put out by the local elementry school, an acrostic poem was written about my town. The first line read, "Middle of nowhere" for a reason. My town is known for its hockey teams, but I don't play hockey. Never have, nor do I have much desire to. Before someone goes off and accuses me of being un-Canadian, let me assure you- I do watch it on occasion. Like, the final game of the Winter Olympics when we cream the Americans and win the gold. It's not that I don't like hockey, it's just that I have better things to do with my time. Like, make an autobiography page that no one will ever read. Plus, the common stereotype of Canadians is that we all love hockey. I never have been one for stereotypes, myself.

As of writing this, I am 17 years old. That'll change in about a months time, when I celebrate my 18th birthday. Legal at last, and just in time for the federal election. I'm a proud NDP supporter, and I'm not ashamed to admit that. I think the Liberals were stupid for getting themselves into this financial mess, Martin's an idiot comparable to Bush for trying to deny that he knew anything about it, and it would surprise me none if it cost them the election. (Martin's also an idiot for calling a spring election so soon after a scandal. Actually, he's an idiot for a lot of things, but I'd run out of bandwidth trying to list them all.) If the Tories win the election, I'm not going to be happy. As much as I dislike Martin, I dislike the Tories and their right-wing crap more. And in case you haven't figured it out by now, I have a strong opinion, about almost anything. Don't like it? Tough.

I attend a Catholic school, but let's just set the record straight on that now. I am not Catholic. I am Christian- non-denominational Protestant to be more specific. Kudos to you if you are Catholic, but I for one am not a member of it, nor do I have any desire to become one. I disagree with too much Catholic dogma to subscribe to the religion. Don't try to shove your faith down my throat, either- it'll just end up regergated back in your face. I can't stand it when people do that, and I get enough preaching from my Philosophy teacher to last a lifetime. Also, just because I'm Christian does not mean that I'm perfect. Far from it, actually. I also do not agree with everything most Christians believe. (Again, I'm not going into detail here. Just take my word for it.) My faith, however, is considered by my friends to be pretty strong, and it means a lot to me. I attend a Youth Group when I can, but you'll seldom see me at church on Sunday. I'm still searching for the right one. Until then, mass at school and Christmas Eve will have to do.

I work at McDonald's. Again, go ahead and laugh, I'm used to it by now. It's actually not that bad. The people I work with are great, and that's what makes any job- even one at McDonald's- bareable. I'm not suggesting that you all rush out and apply to work at your local McDonald's, but if you're starved for cash and job hunting, it can't hurt to try. Plus, they'll hire almost anyone, so long as you smile lots. Want proof? They hired me.

I'm the oldest in my family. My younger sister is 16, and answers to the name Katelyn. Or Katie-O, if you want to embarass her. That's the nick-name my brother Sam, who is five and a half, gave her. I live with my parents, Jerry and Bev, 43 and 42 respectivly. (I think those are the right ages.) My dad was born and raised in this town, and my mom lived in it for a while when she was young, too. Personally, I can't see the appeal of it myself, but I suppose there must be something; 2 of my dad's other siblings still live here, and the other 2 live a 20 minutes' drive away, or less. My grandparents lived her too, until they retired and moved to where their cottages are. It's about an hour from here, and right on Lake Erie. My family goes there every summer for a week, and for various other weekend throughout the year. Until my grandparents moved, I was known around town as, "Jeyy's granddaughter". (Yes, my grandfather's name is also Jerry. What posessed my grandparents to do this is beyond me.) Or, "Bubsy's girl". (Bubsy is my dad's nickname. Some people know him by that name alone.) Now, I just get "Bubsy's girl". One day, I'm sure those people will remember my name. Hopefully I'll be out of this town by then.

I have a boyfriend. His name is Luke. To date, we've been together about a month and a half- since Feb 13th. We were friends long before that. He's liked me for about a year, but I was dating his friend (named Stephen, but I prefer Mopey- it better suits his personality, anyway). The thing with Mopey didn't work out though. I have ordered my friends that if I ever date a fundie again, they are to shoot me. Don't tell me to dump the guy, don't discourage me from dating him. Just shoot me. Anyways, Mopey and I broke up at the begining of the new year, and I, stupidly, rushed right into another relationship, not even realizing that my best friend saw me as more then that. At least, not until about 2 days after I stared dating this new guy- named Ryan- when Luke told me. Here's proof of my imperfections. I lied to Luke, and told him that I only saw him as a brother type, and to date him would be too weird. He asked me if he had ever stood a chance. I told him that he didn't- another lie. The honest truth of the matter was that if Luke had told me this 2 days ago, I would be with him instead.I have my reasons for lying though. I didn't want Luke waiting around for me. As it turns out, he didn't have to. Ryan and I broke up about a month into the relationship, and you can guess what happened after that.

I suppose I could tell you about my childhood now, but I don't want to bore you too much. There's not a lot to the story, really. I hated elementry school. I was teased a lot until I started highschool, when I finally found some friends who wouldn't move away on me. (That happened 3 times in elementry school- twice during the same summer, even.) Highschool was also where I found my faith. Believe it or not, there are some open-minded Christians out there, and I just so happened to meet one. I had my first boyfriend in the 8th grade, got my first kiss when I was not yet 14, (a month away from it), and really should never have dated the guy. I try to learn from my stupid moments, otherwise the moment was lost. I've had plenty of stupid moments. That doesn't mean I'm willing to share them all as of yet- but one day, I just might.

I'm involved at my school. Chapliancy team, yearbook club and now this semester yearbook class- I get graded on my photography and design skills for a change- Peer programs, and this year a P.E.A.C.E team was started. I'm also one of three Youth Anti-Hate ambassadors for my school. I get to do all kinds of neat stuff through that. Like, in December, for Human Rights Day, I was able to participate in a mock United Nations assembly where we drafted our own Universal Decliration of Human Rights. I also have strong opinions when it comes to the rights of GLBTQ people. Those rights should be equal, in my opinion. Unlike so many Christians, I don't see a problem with homosexuality, and never have. I've been accused of being lesbian myself on occasion. The people who make those accusations haven't met Luke yet. For the record, he's bi, and very open about it.

I write a lot. Mostly, it's poetry- that's more or less the main focus of this website. I've been told I'm pretty good at it, but that's only because I never let anyone read the bad stuff. And trust me, there's been plenty of that! I'm also a photography nut. I finally went and bought myself a digital camera over the summer. It's not the most hi-tech camera in the world- in fact, to your more serious photographer, it actually really sucks- but I didn't trust my computer to handle anything more advanced. I'm working off a 6 year old hunk of dinosaur bones that keeps needing to have the memory on it formatted. Terrible machine, and it should have been recalled already. Hopefully, that will change soon, and when it does, my camera gets an upgrade, too. I also hope to add a photo gallery to this website. It depend on my mood.

I suppose that's about it. Not a heck of a lot to tell. If you want to learn more, send me an e-mail- [email protected] and I just might reply to it.

That's a lie. I probably will reply to it. I'm just that bored sometimes.

-Jenna

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