Hey, everyone. I’m Jennpulse, but you can just call me Jenn (with two n’s) I live and go to school in New England, and one thing lead to another, so now I have my own blog here on wordpress.

At first I wanted to do something original, but I couldn’t think of anything, so I just started talking about myself – a lot. But then I realized that was annoying, and prone to getting stalkers, so I decided to change that image into something more… interesting, in lack of a better word.

Well, this blog doesn’t have a definite theme, and there probably never will be, but maybe my interests and the things that I’m good at can be put together to make this a unique little place to visit.

I’m a bit of a talker – er, writer. I don’t do politics, and I love anime, music, and funny. I have a lot of spare time on my hands, so I’ll be reviewing stuff, perhaps getting you into the news of the weird a bit, and talk about  my own life a bit. Oh, and comics, there will be comics.

So, hopefully you’ll be able to tolerate me enough to read a little, and if you can’t just send this link to someone that you don’t like. I’ll get page views that way

Okay, you can now go back to doing whatever you were doing, or scroll down and read some of my stuff. Just remember, you chose to do it.

-Jenn out

Is it just me, or does it seem that every Tuesday, from eight to ten, housewives everywhere seem to have an odd urge to watch the television?

Yes, I am talking about a new show, like American Idol in viewer numbers: I am talking about the Biggest Loser.

My mother and her friend seem to be obsessed with the show, and perhaps it is because I don’t watch TV anymore, or perhaps the fact that I don’t like to watch people exercising, but I just don’t see the appeal of the show.

I mean, I’m not trying to say that fat people are a waste of space (no pun intended, here) but has the quality of television gone down so much that watching over-weight, heart-diseased family members having ample amounts of either sweat or tears running off their faces (and the horrible, revealing suits that the make the poor women wear on national television) as they try to lose weight?

I mean, it works; and I am happy that these people are getting healthier, but perhaps they could be bringing it to the overweight people of America in some way that doesn’t involve them sitting on their butts in their favorite recliner with a packet of cheese-doodles? Whatever, I think it’s ironic, but others seem to like it.

I really need to stop being so Negative.

-Jenn out.

That’s just dandy, isn’t it? What’s worse is that I have to go to school tomorrow. I honestly am not in the mood. But, I suppose I’ll stop there. In the mean time, enjoy the following cartoon about zombies:

Eddsworld Zombeh Attack One

Eddsworld Zombeh Attack Two

Eddsworld Zombeh Attack Three

Enjoy!

-Jenn out.

I think I noticed something weird in my U.S. History.

We’ve been looking at the Presidents and the Revolution, political parties; or what I call the “We already covered this in 5th grade” stuff. I mean, I know that we should all be able to name the 44 Presidents off the top of our head (which we can’t) but would it kill us to learn about the French Revolution or something? *Sigh* maybe next year.

Anyway, I have learned something odd: Looking back, yesteryear Republicans were a lot like our Democrats, or at least half way so. In fact, we didn’t even have any Democrats: All we had were Republicans and Federalists.

Here’s an outline both political parties, formed in the 1790’s:

Republicans

• Were led by Thomas Jefferson
• Favored a strong state government and believed that the people should have political power.
• They also emphasized agriculture (or exporting their own goods)
• And favored strict interpretation of the U.S Constitution
• They were pro-French (this was around the time of the French Revolution, by the way).
• And they opposed the National Bank and the tariff

Federalists

• Were led by Alexander Hamilton
• Believed that the wealthy and educated should led and have power (this also applies for voting and such)
• Favored a strong Constitution and a loose interpretation of the U.S. Constitution
• Were pro-British
• And favored the National Bank and Tariff

Oddly enough, many people believed that political parties would not develop and the government leaders would rise above personal or local interests. In other words, they wouldn’t take sides. Apparently they thought wrong, considering that the fights were brutal. They even passed laws to hurt the other party. Frankly, I think I would be a neutral, like I am now. Unless there was some party that was like: We just want to eat cupcakes and watch anime all day. Gay rights and Japanese food for all! Yay! …then you could sign me up, but other than that, I really can’t pick and choose. Even in this years Presidential election, I liked Obama mostly, but there were a few things that I wasn’t too big on. Of course it doesn’t matter since I can’t vote yet, and he’s already President of the United States, but you know, I’m just going to cross my fingers and go on fanfiction.net like I usually do.

Hey, if you were living in the 1790’s, which party would you pick? And do you even think that having political parties is a good thing?

-Jenn out.

P.S. Hey, I’m writing a blog entry, and studying! See what a great multi-tasker I am?

We were suppossed to get a huge North Eastern this week, the streets were suppossed to be drowning in white and we were all running about to get food into our houses as if there was a tornado, hurricane, earthquake combonation monster coming in several hours that would trap us in our houses for three weeks or something.

Although all we got were two inches of white fluffiness.

Personally, I think that the weathermen around here are going to get their legs broken.

Actually, maybe I’m just watching too much Fairly Oddparents or something, but do you ever think that people get angry at the weatherman for predicting wrong/bad weather? I know it’s probably one of the dumbest things you could do, but humans are probably just naturally violent. At least they aren’t punching a cat.

Well, it’s 2009 now. And as it’s a new year, I would like to see my dreams being realized. Or not, I hopefully have a little more than one year to live, *knock on wood* but who knows? Maybe I’ll get lucky.

You see, some people have dreams to be the first person on Mars, others have dreams to become the President of the United States, find a cure for cancer, or discover a way to use renewable sources for energy and stop gllobal warming, end wars and save the world and polar bears.

And what about Jenn? You may ask, what are your dreams Jenn? Well,  if you stip speaking in that annoying hushed voice I might actually tell you. there are many things I would like in this world, perhaps to get into Emmerson University in Boston, or to become an author, but the one dream I want to do more than anything else is quite simple: I simply want to ride a New York subway with no pants on.

…Are your brains working again? Okay, let me explain. About 99.999% of anyone reading this is probably thinking: W.T.F. so I’ll hacve to explain this to them. But maybe you’re just nodding your head and smiling secretly to yurself bewcause you know what I’m talkng about. 

 This is actually an event done by Improv. Everywhere. Their job? To create awkward scenes in public places.

They recently held their 8th annual No Pants! Subway ride in New York, as well as several other reginal locations. The plan is simple: Over 1,000 under cover agents go into 4 seperate train lines, act as normal commuters, don’t talk to other undercover agents, and go about their buissness on getting onto the trains. They are split into smaller groups, sit near said group - but don’t talk to one another – and sit down and read or do whatever they normally would. (You’re pants are still on. It’s 30 degrees, rember!)

Then, as soon as the train doors closes and departs, they stand up, take off their pants, and place them in a backpack, purse or whatever type of bag bag theybrought with them. (You are told to bring one). Alsio, if anyone asks why they did that, they simply say “My pants were getting uncomfortable.”  then they exit the train at  your assigned stop, still pantless. And act normally as they wait for, and get on the train. Saying “I forgot my pants” or something when someone asks them.

Then they exit the train at a predetermined stop and then repeat the mission back down to Union Square.

Improv. Everywhere has pulled several other stunts such as this. Though perhaps not as bare-skinned, likeseveral hundred people freezing at the same time in Grand Central for about five minutes, or setting off a wave of camera flashes on the Brooklyn bridge.

So if you’re ever in New York and see something like this, calm down: You aren’t going crazy, but you are a victim of possibly one of the best pranks ever. These guys have actually made it onto the News and such. Actually, it’s kind of interesting to see the many stunts these awesome agents have pulled off. I recomend you visit their site, check it out, and maybe join for yourself!

Just remeber to wear funny underwear that day.

-Jenn

Apparently, today was movie day, and nobody thought to tell me.

I walked quickly down the steps; class would be starting soon, and I didn’t want to be late. Between the gymnasium and the girls locker rooms, there is a small, dimly lit space where the staircase I was currently running down  and a lone water fountain were placed.

I was in the middle of my friends. Suddenly, I looked ahead. There was a man in the corner of the room. Not talking or moving. He didn’t even look at us. Just simply stood, staring forward, looking at nothing in particular.

He was a large man, gruff looking, with a bit of stubble on his face. I half-expected there to be a mugshot of him somewhere. Or perhaps he should have just been holding a knife in a low-budget horror movie. Either way, he was pretty hard to miss.

But as conspicuous as he did look, why was no one saying anything? No overly-energetic girls whispering and laughing about him as they left the small room, my friends didn’t point at him, either. Was I just imagining it? Was I in a horror movie? Perhaps Punk’d? Where was Ashton, anyway? As I moved out the room without saying anything, still unsure if there was some school-wide prank on me or not, I saw the man lumber out of the room,  in the overly-bright lights in the gym I realized he was just one of the custodians. As he began talking to one of the coaches, I knew that watching to “Return to House on Haunted Hill” was a bad idea – if keeping my mental health was concerned.

Seriously, that dude could have been casted as “The guy who pretends to be the slasher/serial killer but gets killed by the slasher/serial killer at the end of the movie.” or possibly, “The guy who tries to kill or defend himself/someone else with a weapon and gets killed by the slasher/serial killer, off screen, within one minute of appearing and half an hour into the movie.” But hey, no matter what you want to call him, I just say “Mr. Expendable.” it’s shorter. And funnier.

… Okay, next story.

I watched in horror, as they crawled and dragged themselves over, as if they wanted to see her squirm some more before it was over. Then again, they were simply ruthless, whether they knew it or not. I couldn’t help her, I could only stand helplessly, one by one they trapped her in farther into the corner. I vaguely thought that I should have warned her against that: no matter how afraid we were of being out in the open, it would have been easier to run, and hopefully, might have even extended her life a bit longer. Perhaps even let her have a quick and painless death. But as I saw them raise their hands, I knew it was all over.

I saw her raise her arms up to her face, trying to defend herself. But it was no use; they wouldn’t aim there anyway. I saw them throw their large, colorful weapons at once and winced. It was Game Over.

The gym teacher blew her whistle, signaling the end of  Boy vs. Girl Survivor. As we made our way out of the gymnasium, I looked at my friend. Her cheeks were pink, like usual, though she never removed her black jacket. I began talking to her. She was fine, anyway. It wasn’t like those doge balls actually hurt when a couple boys threw them from three feet away. I mean, they were soft. Still, I kind of missed running around, though it would have been better if people didn’t try to pelt you across the gym with a ball. Oh well, English was next, it was better than P.E. anyway.

Hah! You thought it was something scary. Well, I guess it was, if you were playing it. I prefer Gladiator doge ball, But our school doesn’t have a octagon shaped coliseum like Summer Camp. We were just playing Survivor. And no, not the TV show, it’s actually like playing Everybody’s it tag (if you’ve never played, look at the name. Get it?) …Except you used dodge balls. Anyway, one of my friends is more disabled at sports than the people at the Biggest Loser (at least when they first arrive). Not that she’s fat, she’s just short… and wimpy. Yeah, she’s just wimpy.But when we were playing Survivor, we did Boys vs. Girls at the end of class. And she was the last girl, so she’s there in the corner, and about five guys just walk over and pelt her with doge balls all at once, as if one of them might miss from three feet away or something. But it didn’t hurt her or anything. It just reminded me of a Zombie movie/ weird abuse or fight scene that gets cut off because it’s too violent / or… one of those stupid teenage movie where the wimpy or over-weight kid gets owned in gym class before they get crowned prom Queen, get that part on the TV show, win a beauty pageant or get the hot guy or girl. I hate those type of things.

Well, those are “Tales From the Dork Side” and if it reminds you of a television series similar to the Twilight Zone, then you’ve been watching too much TV. Or, more likely, YouTube. Go outside or to the gym or something (and that’s what I do, so you can’t complain to me. So )

Well, Goodnight everybody!

-Jenn out.

Wow, less than twelve hours, it will be 2009. Amazing! It really doesn’t feel like the year should be ending… but then again, I thought it was Thursday.

You know, there is just something incredibly confusing about New Years for me. First, New Year’s Eve, it makes me thin New years is the next day… which, I guess it is. But it’s still a very odd holiday, mainly because unlike Christmas or Easter, we stay up until it’s the New Year. I’m used to going to bed, and waking up to celebrate, when in reality I have to stay up ll day to celebrate, because the party starts about ten o’ clock to whenever your mommies need you home.

Also, New Year’s resolutions, I suppose the symbolism is stronger if you make one in time for the New Year, but couldn’t you try to “be healthier” or “Stick to a project” any time? What made New Year’s the day for promising to change?

…I guess no one felt like doing it on Christmas, huh?

Actually, my Resolution is “to try and finish the projects I started.” but, I’ve already started working on that, writing more stories, getting more comics done. I wonder how long I can keep that up.

Oh, and by the way, as you know, I am a HUGE anime fan. Well, maybe not HUGE in all caps huge, maybe just a Huge anime fan. Anyway, like I said, I’ve been a little better in getting some stories written down, which also means more fanfiction, I mean, I’ve been starting some multi-chapter stories, and I usually want several chapter completed before I post those, so it might seem like I’m not doing anything but I’m probably writing a bit.

Anyway, if you want to read some stuff, feel free to check it out. Although, some of my earlier stories, I don’t really care for. And by earlier, I mean most of them, but feel free to look, review and whatnot.

Okay, I think that’s it for now. I have some drabbles to write.

-Jenn out.

P.S. oh yeah , here’s the link to my profile

Mm… it’s snowing outside!! Yays!!!!!!! . That is all

Hey, everyone, it yurns out I’m still here, and I have just finished reading (yet another) vampire novel. Since the YMCA I’m at right now has internet open to the public – woot – I decided to get some work done. And by “work” I mean screwing around online. Don’t worry, I made sure homework was out of the way.

Anyway, this story is called Peeps. Don’t let the name fool you, though, this novel, written by Scott Westerfield, author of the Uglies series amoung other wonderful YA novels, is packed to the brim with parasites, vampires, worms, rats, and ex girlfriends. Scary.

Now, an interesting take on the whole “vampire” idea is that, yes, it does make you beautiful (you don’t sparkle, but you are beautiful.) you are also superstrong, fast, and, if not immortal, can at least live a good few hundred years. However, there are some, downsides to this (taking notes, Mrs. Meyer?) this “vampierism” is really caused by a parasite, turning full blown Peeps into raging cannibals, hungry for meat, and repelled by the things their mortal selves loved. Cool.

So here we have our main character, Cal Thompson. After an incounter with one of these Peeps, he has been infected with the disease. Lucky for him, he’s a carrier, strong and with a longer life span than any other human, but still sane enough to help the Night Watch. An organization of carriers and Humans, working to stop the Peeps from overrunning humanity as we know it.

Overall, I give this book an A+ it keeps your interest going long enough to go through this 304 page novel, plus, in keeping with the parasite theme, every even numbered chapter is filled with cool information about (real) parasites, explained to us by our favorite carrier, Cal.

So, another great book by Scott. To be honest, next to Lemony Snicket, he’s probably my favorite author in the YA section. Or, is Lemony Snicket a children’s author?

Well, in that case, at least their books aren’t scrambling over each other for my attention. Both authors have reserved their rights as my favorite authors of all times.

Now, I’ll be keeping watch for the sequel, Last Days. Oh, and by the way, to my friend Alex, thanks for nagging me to the point of insanity to read this book. Same with Uglies, I really need to listen to you when you recomend books to me. I just can’t get it through my head that you really know what I like to read.

Well, I’m done. I’m going to go get some gloves and hot chocolate, it’s freezing over here!

 

Goodnight, everybody!

-Jenn out.

For those of you who recognize the words: Max Brooks World War Z and the Zombie Survival Guide, I found a cool quiz in my e-mail about zombies.

If you have read the Zombie Survival guide like my dad and I did, you should get a good grade. However, if you do get creeped out by weird horror-like sounds, I recommend you turn your speakers off. If however, you need a soundtrack to scare someone, click the link, turn your monitor off and the speakers up, and watch the people freak out.

Zombie Survival Quiz

So, how’d you do?

Well, instead of lying through my teeth to explain where I’ve been the past month, I’ll just say that I didn’t find anything interesting to write about. While that’s not completely true, it covers up my own laziness and makes you all feel important. Moving on, let’s talk about movies.

November 21st I was lucky enough to be invited (last minute) to the premier of Twilight. As you already know, I did not care for the book, so many of you may of thought why I would even consider watching the movie. I suppose one of those reasons is because I love watching movies. I also can’t just say that I like the book more than the movies, like many other people. Whenever I tr to imagine and visualize what’s happening in a book – I epically fail.  Isn’t it rather ironic, though? It’s almost like someone working in a factory where they make the awesomest candy in the world. Or pocky. That’s good too. And said employee can eat as much glorious candy (or pocky) as they want. Now, here’s the ironic part, they are extremely diabetic and they’ll get sick or die if they eat any candy.

Well, now that we know I fail at making analogy’s, especially ironic ones, let’s get back to Twilight. Because the previews looked interesting enough, I figured I should see the movie. It’s also cool to read the book, then watch the movie to see the differences. Unless you’re a fan brat that gets a seizure if they twist the dialogue just enough so that one character doesn’t say something that was written in the book, but I’m not one of those people.

Overall, I’m giving this movie an A. I think it was actually very good. The pacing was a lot better and even though there were a few little quirky things I didn’t care for (one of those was when Edward was carrying Bella as they ran up the mountain side about halfway into the movie – it looked a bit awkward and made me wince a bit.) One thing that made me like this movie more was the fact that we got to the tenth chapter in the first ten minutes of the movie. Which was where things started to pick up. Also, because it was opening night, it was really cool to see everyone screaming in laughing at the same time (Yeah, I joined in). So that really made it much more fun than watching it on DVD

One more thing that I didn’t like about the book, but loved in the movie was the fact that in the book, Bella never really says that Edward is a vampire, the whole confrontation scene in the movie combined a few bits of each chapter (we got to see Edward sparkle here – it was a cool effect, not perfect, but it grows on you after you see it two times.) Also, we saw more Jacob Black in here than in the book with his long, flowing Jesus hair that he gels and blow drys every day ^^ *nods*

So, if you haven’t read the book yet, I recommend you read it so you’ll understand what’s going on a little better. I’ll probably get to reading the rest of the series eventually, I now have enough reading material for the next few months, so you may have to wait a bit. Oh, and if you’re not a fan of large droves of screaming fan girls, you may want to wait a few weeks before seeing Twilight. We were in a suburb and there was so much estrogen in that movie theater I thought I was going to suffocate. It was probably worse than if your wife dragged you off to see the Sex and the City movie.

Also, I actually lost my ticket on the way to see Twilight, I found it, luckily, but I was getting so panicked that I lost it. My friend was going to cry, actually. But we found it. Oh, and never go to the bathroom during the premiere. My friend went to the bathroom just when Edward and Bella started kissing, just when it ended, she came back. She was so mad I think she changed colors. But that’s what Youtube and bootlegs are for. And one last note: Alice is my favorite girl character, Bella looks like a slightly younger version of my brother’s girlfriend, the baseball scene was my favorite, Jacob Black is awesome, and Edward looks good in sunglasses. Alright, that was slightly more than one note, I just figured I should add those in there.

So, if I’m watching it on the big screen, then yes, I’m part of the Twilight cult. But I still hate the books.

Be good,

Jenn out.

Okay, I just came back from my mini-vacation to New York a while ago. So, I figured I’d show you a handful of pictures that I took. Think of it as a picture tour, and don’t worry; I won’t take too long. We all know how boring that is.

The first one is the train station we went to to get to New York

The Second Picture is a bit a Central park – we were walking there for a while. It was very pretty, though.

The third picture is some random building. I thought the branch was a good touch.

And lastly, the oh-so-famous, Grand Central Station! It feels like a pace sort of. Marble walls and chandeliars, thoguh it was a train station for a while, it still is, I guess. But not nearly as fancy. They had good fries there, too.

Luckily, there weren’t any problems, we actually stayed ion an apartment, near the Metropolitan museum of Art. Oddly enough, I’ve had more trouble sleeping over my friends house (in a city not nearly as big and loud as New York.) than here. I guess I was lucky. I actually slept on a futon on a window sill, it was weird because people who walked by could look down and see me sleeping. If the windows were open, they could reach through the bars and poke me! I just slept with the shades drawn and the window closed, but some people might of done that.

I also got some really cool stuff, like these incredible tiny pencils and a book on all things Fashionable, some necklaces, oh, and my favorite: Pocky. Lots of it.

But that’s it, I’m reading that fashion book, so when I’m done, I’ll do a review, till then, people!

-Jenn out.