Joseph Adam Jonas; polaroid extradoniare.

The Polaroids.

Documenting our time on the road began to take a whole new meaning when we bought a Polaroid camera that was for sale in our hotel before doing a show in Minneapolis. We started taking pictures right away and have basically never stopped since. I really became the keeper of the camera. Taking candid photos is something I love doing. I began archiving days, weeks, and months on the road. Sometimes I took photos every single day, sometimes just occasionally. There's something about the rawness and imperfection of a Polaroid photo that feels so intimate and in the moment. The imagery is classic. Even though we have the best photographer in the business traveling with us to capture images, he's not with us 24/7. And, even is he is there, the quality of a perfectly shot digital photo and the quality of a Polaroid can't begin to compare. In this digital, "Photoshop" world where everything is so perfect, revealing imperfections can be quite beautiful. I am cerain these photos will become some of my favorite keepsakes years down the road. Looking back on them will remind me of how awesome these days were and how lucky we were to have them.

-Joseph Adam Jonas.

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I got around to analyzing the 'Burning Up!: On tour with the Jonas Brothers' book. It's very great and very put together, might I add. I'm not going to go teenie, I promise. Anyway, it came in the mail today and I ripped it open and I read it cover-to-cover. The photographs were outstanding and the words were inspiring and honest. It was a beautiful, beautiful story. This article caught my eye though. I love photography. Not necessarily Polaroids but photographs in general. It's a beautiful thing and allows you to share good (or bad) moments in your life. It provides a visual and gives you a chance to share with other people. It's a good hobby.

I'm posting this because it's my favorite part of the book. Joseph's words are inspiring, beautiful, and tear-worthy (not that I cried.. promise). I'm glad that him (as well as his brothers) kept such a good head on their shoulders, while still living the dream. I don't know them personally and I'm not going to pretend I do, but they are truly great guys.

August 21, 2007, baby. That's kind-of ironic because 21 is my second lucky number (seven being my FIRST lucky number).

New blog coming shorly after my vacation from a disclosed place (AKA Epcot). Maybe. I might go to the beach and jet-ski. Not entirely sure yet. Okay, okay. I'm going to go finish cutting the grass for my dad (funny story about that coming later.. or embarassing.. either way) and getting my brother some ice-cream.

Lots of love,
Jenna

Shame on me..

For not posting in the longest time. I'm sorry.

Life has been hectic (lie) so I haven't had time to log on (lie) and create a blog post (lie). Wow, I spot three lies. Do you?

Truth be told, I didn't log on to create a blog because I've been neglecting it and putting it off. Time to start fresh though. :)

Life's been pretty good. Actually, it's been very good. Besides the fact that my dad hasn't talked to me properly in 72+ hours but we'll get through it.

I started my eigth grade classes on June 1st and I'm already 50% done with semester one in two of the classes (US History & Language Arts). I haven't started my math class yet and I'm only 14% done with semester 1 of Science 3, which doesn't seem right since I completed one module out of the three for semester one (six modules in total for entire course).

That drives me insane. I should be atleast 33.33333333333(you get the point)% done.

Now, I hate to be all depressing but I'm so sad that Michael Jackson has passed away. He is such a legend and even though he has done stupid things, he's a great man. He's got a heart of gold and he's very passionate and real.

I'm truly blessed to be alive during his life, even though his has ended shortly. This just shows that you need to live life to the fullest and enjoy every aspect of it. Love the air you breath and the ground you walk on because it may not be there tomorrow.

Rest in Peace, Michael Jackson.

Summer sucks. I literally hate it. It's too hot here, I got a sunburn, and NOBODY COMES OUTSIDE. :l

I was thinking to myself while I was in the shower that I'd love (LOVE) to do this really big community service project at the beginning of 2011. Or 2012. One of those years.

I'd like to buy lots of clothes and food and spend the entire day at a homeless shelter. I'm not being sarcastic at all. If you think I am, wow, get a heart. Or I'll share mine 'cause it's big enough for the both of us (or three, four, seven, ten.. two-hundred fourty-six).

Do something good today.

Share a smile. Crack a lame joke and laugh obnoxiously loud. Give your dog a bath. Cut your toenails. Do the dishes.

Tell someone 'I love you'.

Anyway, I guess that's it. My words of wisdom for the day.

Stalk me on http://twitter.com/jennaloulove (why is there no hyperlink option?) and send me random, creepy/awesome tweets.

Actually, I'm 100% sure no one reads this blog except Libby & Sarah. But if you love me, spread the news about my blog and I'll send you a virtual high-five. Or a hug. I'm not picky (lie).

xoxo.
Jenna

Random...

"No one can really ever relate to the way you feel. When people say "Oh, I understand how your feeling" but it's like, no one really ever understands..." - Nicholas Jerry Jonas

Bring your life to life; stop planning, start doing. - Dove chocolate wrapper

Yesterday, I thought about life.

I suddenly felt overcome with so many bad emotions like depression, anger, and sadness. I didn't understand. I always thought everything was relevant and everything came back to one thing.

Nothing ever comes back to something. Things just are.

I asked myself "What is life?"

I always thought life was experience and the chance to help others but I didn't think that was the full answer. Life isn't just that.

When I was ten, I always thought a good life would be roadtrips with best friends, the perfect, football-playing boyfriend, and being popular.

I've learned such a valuable life lesson. Life isn't who you're friends with, how much money you have, or what you possess. It's not about being beautiful or being friends with the popular people.

After hours (yes, hours) of pondering the true meaning of life, I got so frusturated that I cried. Full, blown-out. Red eyes, stuffy, runny nose; crying so hard I could hardly breathe.

Life is just life. There is no explaination. There are no answers or guides to life.

Just appreciate your family, cry when you feel like it, and do good in school. Appreciate everyone who appreciates you. If they don't appreciate you, don't waste your time. Don't give weeks, months, or even years hoping this person appreciates you.

Value yourself. Don't put yourself down.

Don't sell yourself short because the hot senior doesn't like you.

Don't lower your expectations in yourself or anyone else.

Sometimes, you can walk away. You have this idea stored in your head that they're worth it.. but no. Just walk away.

Don't regret. Don't feel like you made a mistake. Just live and do and be.

God bless you all.

Libby. Sarah.

I love you guys both. This post.. I'd like to dedicate to you guys because I know you go through a hard time.

Sarah; the guy you blog about.. he's not worth it.

Libby; same to you. And don't let your friends make you feel like your not good enough.

xo.
-jaaaay.

P.S. - Sorry this blog is all over the place. I'm just over-whelmed and I don't know how to word it so I just put the first thing that came to mind. I'll probably edit this later. Maybe, Maybe not. The best things that you ever write are the things that flow.

You've only got one hundred years to live.

Before your read this blog post, please read the lyrics:

I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I'm 22 for a moment
And she feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a 'they'.
A kid on the way, babe
A family on my mind

I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose yourself
Within a morning star

15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you've only got 100 years to live

Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on

I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you're on your way
Every day's a new day

15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live

-"100 years" By Five for Fighting


Whenever I feel like time goes by too fast, or that I wish I could re-do something; I listen to this song. When you feel like you're old; listen to this song.

It helps.

Live.

Do more.

Be more.

See more.

Love more.

I am...

I am Jennalou; queen of every category I fall under. Nerdy, smart, boring, and so much more.
But the sentence "I am..." is never finished. It's never ending; like Pi. "I am" is interminable.

You can never sum yourself up. You can never know who you are because you are bound to change.

You are everything.

I am really Adriana. That's what people know me by. Adriana is dramatic, selfish, uncharming, and fake. That's who I was.

& then I changed.

I became Jenna, which in turn became Jennalou.

I left school and came to terms with myself. With who I wanted to be.

I wanted to be the girl who changes the world and if not the world, atleast change someone's life even if just for a moment.

Jennalou is caring, unselfish, demanding, kind, generous, sweet and smart but most of all -- real.

She was a guppy in the ocean surrounded by sharks so she tried to blend in, thus turning into a shark.

Then she left and slowly started transforming into a beautiful guppy. It was awkward at first. She had the face of a guppy but a shark tail. She had guppy fins but the body of a shark. The transformation didn't happen overnight.

And now she's here; certain that she'll be okay. She'll make it out alive because the sharks are in the water. They'll always be unless they come to turns with themselves and if they don't, they'll choke. They'll die in the water. It'll be pollouted and they'll never have a breath of fresh air. They'll never see differently.

Be yourself.

Just let it be.

I hate when people say "Just let it be". I can never let anything be. I can never just be. You always have expectations and you can never just be who you are. Don't tell me you've never changed yourself to fit in. Don't tell me you've never pretended to be something your not.

I've done it. I've pretended and faked and did everything I said I was never going to do. But sometimes, thing's just happen.

...I feel like I'm in an AA meeting. Confession time, teenies.

I know this post might seem depressing or upsetting but don't tell me you never think about it, even at such a young age.

College.

We all want to get into Ivy League (Harvard or Princeton for me).
We're so young but we do so much to make that dream happen. I've been a Princeton girl since the day I watched Cinderella Story (which stars our beloved Hilary Duff and Chad Michael Murray). I've been a Harvard girl since I thought about the possibility of becoming a lawyer.

I can't say why I chose those schools as I have no clue myself but I will make Ivy League a possibility for me. I'll take honors and AP and do an insane amount of charity work to make it happen. I'd sacrifice a social life (I don't even have one. I have my family which is good enough for me. You can only rely on yourself and your family. I promise you that.) to get into Harvard or Princeton.

I live & breath those schools.

I'm the kind of girl who will not give up. I always pick myself back up and try again. Some things do get me down, but I just remember that this is life and life is learning. Life has it's up's and down's and you've just got to accept it and move on or you'll get nowhere.

My biggest fear is going nowhere.

Now, I'm going to be cheesy and quote the Hannah Montana movie.

"Life's a climb; but the view's great."

I know it's a movie and movie's aren't real life. They're scripted but that doesn't mean it can't be inspiring or that it can't pick you up on a bad day.

Just be yourself. Never accept the word "no". Never say you can't. Never say you won't because you NEVER know.

-Jenna

P.S. - Thank you Libbs & Sarah for following my blog. Like I stated, I'm just a teenager with alot going on in my head and is constantly thinking about the future. I love you both dearly and I love how mature you are because I can still talk to people my age who are on my level. Seriously. I love you.

first short, useless post.

Well, I wouldn't say useless but it's a little more of a backing info and in no way will this blog post make you smarter.

I've started countless blogs and I never understood why. It was basically like talking to yourself, except it was out there for the world to see (by chance that someone unluckily stumbled across it).

I never knew what to talk about or to post or anything but after weeks of fighting with myself, I caved in and created a blog for the simple reason of wanting to have one (and the minor fact that I love talking but that's beside the point).

This particular blog is just a place for a lonely teenage girl to voice her opinion. I'll be talking about anything that comes to mind from music to shopping to school to lyrics, poetry, writing, politics and so much more. I may be young but that has nothing to do with knowledge that I store in a thing called the brain.

Now, I need to go finish assignment 9.04A & 9.04B before I go to bed at ten.

I hope that if you accidentally stumble across this blog, that is does something good for you.