Jenny Suburbs: siren

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05/11 Jenny lives the mundane life. News at 11.

05/22 Jenny runs like a headless chicken. More to follow.

05/23 Jenny lives night in a spritely manner.

05/27 Jenny experiences difficulties regarding prom. More after these messages.

05/30 Jenny goes dress shopping, makes painful realization. 06/02 Jenny finds girl crying in bathroom, comes to her aid. o6/03 Jenny sleepwalks through life, but doesn't seek help from her healthcare professional.

06/04 Jenny joins the red cup rebellion.

o6/o5 Jenny sits at Tucker's Round Table.

06/11 Jenny attends prom. chaos ensues.

06/12 [early hours] Luna gets stomach pumped. aftermath unconfirmed, but sources indicate that it will be "epic."

Jenny in Suburbia

Ahoy. I'm Jenny. I'm edgy, but not in the way you think. I'm the girl on the edge...the one you see in your peripherals, but never focus both eyes on. Somehow, the eye and the conversation just slide right over me. You know me. With the brown hair and dark eyes...and pale...um, kinda small and quiet? Yeah, her.

Well, I'm boring. But what's going on around me? Not so much.

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Wednesday, June 2, 2010

impact

Posted by Jenny Suburbs at 6:30 AM 0 comments

certain things catch and hold the eye. certain things have a glamor all their own.

photos (from top to bottom): The Great Gatsby's Robert Redford and Mia Farrow; Cyd Charisse; Katharine Mcphee.

siren song

Posted by Jenny Suburbs at 2:06 AM 0 comments

It's late at night like this when I wish I could do femme fatale.
Why is the girl with the power to draw men in always the she-demon? I'd launch into the Misogynist Accusation Spiel, but you've heard it before. I guess historically, women had no other recourse and men wanted them to know their place.
It's probably wrong, in the days of Equal Rights, to want to know how to wield that kind of power. Still, I wish I knew how to be a maneater. It'd make life simpler.

Luna Monday

Luna is hard. She doesn’t like people to understand her. Sometimes she wears home-made earrings with bells in them, or paperclips on her earlobe. She carries a small but heavy black canvas backpack she marked up with a gold paint pen. A good-luck charm and a whistle hang from a zipper. She can fit into almost any social setting. Sometimes she gets bored and decides to liven up the proceedings. This is dangerous, since I think maybe her conscience doesn’t work in the normal way.She’d cheerily let your life go up in flames, but she’d never spit her gum out on the sidewalk.

Tucker Doyle

Tucker is very reassuring. He wears converse or Timberlands. Dark slim-cut jeans and v-necks and hoodies, with a hint of bony collarbone peeking out. He has sensitive artist’s hands and a woman’s ring on a chain around his neck. He has one tattoo, but he won’t tell me where or what it is. Most importantly, maybe, are his dark, dark eyes. They’re so dark you can’t see his pupils in certain lighting, so you can’t always tell whether he’s watching you. It’s safest to assume that he’s always watching, even though a lot of the time, he misses the important stuff.

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