It's Taylor. I'm sitting at Starbucks with Jenna Keller. THE Jenna Keller. She recently showed me a blog about a college student's perspective of his professor, and it was hilarious. You can find it here, if you'd like. Anyway, it made me want to do the same thing. Except about Jenna, because she is a psycho woman and she procrastinates on everything, and it is really entertaining. We've been sitting here for two hours, and she has yet to finish (or start) her presentation on Mary that's tomorrow. I told her that I want to write a blog about the shenanigans she's getting herself into, and she laughed. I'm fairly sure that she's trying to spice up her actions so that they're funnier and so that I blog about them. Silly Jenna, I'm on to you. She made fun of our blog a few minutes ago. Said the layout was boring and we needed to spice things up. Well, Jenna Keller, at least we write blogs. You can't say the same. Currently she's talking to a girl who was an LIT last year that she recognized, but was unsure if she recognized her. When said girl walked into Starbucks, she leaned in close and whispered, "I know her!" and quickly pulled up her Facebook page. She stole the computer and hid behind it because she's afraid of confrontation. The girl just said that her classes all start with "Kuh" sounds. I'm confused. Now Jenna's giggling about something involving Calculus, but I don't know what it means. Oh gosh, I have to go to the bathroom again. I've gone three times already, and I'm pretty sure the baristas think I have a kidney problem. I've had both a venti iced white chocolate mocha and a grande caramel iced white mocha. They were both delicious, and the caramel mocha was half price. I forgot to get a treat receipt at first though, which was unfortunate, but Jenna convinced me to show the barista my drink (ice not even melted) and ask them for one. It worked. I just stole a sip of her pumpkin spice frap, and it was delicious. She didn't see. Score! She's not talking to me anymore, so I'm trying to look like I have friends by writing here. They're talking about St. Paul's--hey! I go there! She's pretending to write in a notebook, but she's not actually doing any work. What a gal. Oh, the girl left. I have her all to myself again. She's making strange faces when she writes things down. A red string (presumably from her red Wisconsin shirt) is hanging from her nose. I help her out on that one. She's asking me to help her, but I'm giving her bad answers. It's keeping her from her work, which makes me laugh. She's blaming me for not getting any work done, whatever. It's my fault she's horrible unproductive, apparently. She's not doing anything fun. Oh wait... never mind. She's licking the foam off the sides of her coffee mug, even though her drink is nowhere near finished. Earlier, she tipped her drink (her first drink) upside down and extended her tongue in an extremely flattering way in order to get the remainder of foam from the bottom. I just asked her if she's getting any work done and she called me a creep. Looks like she's onto me. I just told her I love people and she told me they don't love me. Ouch, Jenna Keller. Ouch. Well you're sitting in the corner by yourself trying (and failing) to write a lesson plan about Mary. Fourth bathroom break. She just looked at what I wrote. I so can't trust her. The bathroom looks like a place you'd store your kidnapped victim, by the way. It's small with no windows, but enough room to store a mattress (and it has a toilet for excrement). She is looking at me with a very sassy tone. I want to yank her by the ear. She called me angry. Darn right I'm angry, you looked at my blog, Jenna Keller. Darn right I'm pounding away at those keys, Jenna Keller. Darn right I have a fighting smirk on my face, Jenna Keller. Her Wisconsin shirt is weird and wrinkly. She didn't even remember there was a Badger game today until she came downtown and saw all the people wearing red. She had to grab an old red T-shirt from the floor of her car. It's probs dirty. She's looking at me with a sassy look on her face and trying not to laugh. She's so not tough. She said she's flattered I'm writing about her, but she totes shouldn't be. Because she's lame and weird and she doesn't even do her lesson plans. Stop laughing at me ad calling me creepy, Jenna Keller. I think when she googles her name, this post will come up because I'm using her name so much. JENNA KELLER YOU ARE A TERRIBLE PERSON. She just called Glenna her favorite. She keeps a letter from Glenna in her Bible, but she left my letter "in a box somewhere." She just opened up her Bible and read about loving her enemies. Clever, Jenna Keller. She's mumbling about how she's trying to be holier and take the high road. Whatev, Jenna Keller. We both know you're still rude to me. She continues to write things down as if she's doing something important, but I believe we can all agree on the fact that she's not. I have to go now. I live with my parents, and they expect me home soon. Jenna probably has to go too, since she lives at home too. Even though she's like 30 years old. She still has to check in with mommy and be home for dinner. Nice. Well, LITs, I love all of you--and maybe I like her too. But let's not get carried away.
God Bless. Praying for all of you.
Taylor
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