Your Daily Insult!

Hehehe alright alright.. the title was just me ''Jenna'ing around''
Here is your compliment of the day!

Your Daily Compliment!

Why hello there earthlings.
(Haha have any of you noticed
that I always tend to start my blog
posts in really odd ways?)

Today I am going to be introducing you to a new series:

Called.. YDC! Your Daily(or not-so daily maybe more like monthly) Compliment!

{I thought this was a cute, and somewhat relevant photo.. so uh there.}

Your YDC for today is: You are a hilarious human being. Keep on doing what you're doing. You crack me up. Even if we've never met. Yup. Even if we never will---(this is going downhill very fast haha.)

WELL UM UR UH 

See you next time! I mean I might not technically ''see you'' but

you know what I mean, you know.. you know you do.

You better.

LATER.

The Joy of A Messy Room!

This might be a real breath of fresh air for all those hoarder type of folks or .cough. sorry those that just ''take pleasure in a wee bit of clutter''. Enough blabbering.. I wanted to chat about the simple joy that comes with having an UNorganized room.

1. You know Where Evcry Little Thing is Hiding.

Over time you have mastered the skill of ''hide and seek''
when it comes to your possessions, and are above average at
finding what you need when you need it.
Well done friend.

2. It makes a room cozy.

Yes. You heard me correctly.


3. It inspires you to write a blog post.

4. It annoys those around you.. (which of course makes it all the more enjoyable for yourself.)

Be A Star at Starbucks

Thanks for coming on out. Today we're going to be discussing the joy of Starbucks Coffee and how you can get yourselves a free cup any day of the week.
All you've got to today is stroll on in to S-bucks and say
''Well hello.. I am Canadian ...yo''. And then there you have it!
They will give you a free cup of joe' for absoulutely nothing!
Then again.. this will only work if you're actually Canadian. Don't say.. ''Well hello.. I am Jamaican''. it just might not work.

THE OFFICIAL FUNKSTER MANUAL
(although it is never quite official because
I/and other fellow funksters are continually
adding new terminology and such.)

funksters: A group of unique individuals that
are not afraid of being themselves, and 
our known for being leaders among their peers
with their contagious enthusiasm, and love
for blogging.. They are known to communicate
using an under the radar IM app called ''Kik
Messenger'' and  created their
own instagram accounts long before
it was all the rage. Or as funksters would
say before it was ''downstream''.

downstream: Mainstream..(popular and overrated.)

funksterlicious: irresistible to a funkster.

S.W.A.G: to a funkster this word does not
actually contain the original meaning but
in fact stands for ''So We Are Groovy.''

funkly: ''Woah man I was so funkly the other night''
synonyms include: hyper, energetic, pumped..

funkstee: a young one who is new to the funkster
way of life and has not yet developed a full understanding.
(newb..or n00b.)

funkeets: Funkster wannabes.

funkshine: sunshine. ( never would've guessed that one, eh?)

funkermoment: an overwhelming sense of joy.

Mystery Night: Was created/led by Jenna McNaught over 
kik messenger and it  caught on like wild fire ever since.
It is an online role playing game where users 
get to select a character, and enter a world
of fast paced action and mystery, as new
stories unfold each night, and our narrated
by Jenna. Features include
story telling, audio and video files for each
user, and custom profile pictures for
each player to use as their own.
There will be many more Mystery Night
events in the future.


funksaster: a disaster. or unfortunate event.

Chapter 1

We are trapped inside, and have been for as long as I
can remember. Encaged in a place called ''the Jar''.
One day I believe we'll find a way out. An escape.
And like in my most vivid daydreams.. we'll be free
as the birds in a place called the sky.
We never stop trying. Always pursueing what
could one day become our freedom...
So we work for it.
We use our bare hands.
And well.. we do have a little more
than that to work with it.

The tools that were left here.
 To utilize for our own escape? Likely not.
My bet is that the humans forget them here.
Afterall. It could very well be true. Due
to their carless nature...

What kind's of tools? Toothpicks.
In the jar we refer to them as Breakaways.
They help us to chip away at the walls of glass
that enclose us on all four sides. Are we making progress?
We try to imagine so.

-part one of Jarred- by Jenna McNaught.

Short Story Ideas.

 Today I am going to be sharing (because sharing is caring right) some of my latest fictional story ideas, to see which you're most interested in seeing here on my blog. To vote enter the [code number] listed beside each ''preview piece'' in the commenting battlezone below. Which is located beneath this article.



#001- Vision-by Jenna McNaught

I wonder what's it like to see.
To read people by their facial expressions,
to look up and see the sunlight streaming through the trees.
To see yourself. To see others. And to see the world that you
call your own, without ever catching sight of it.


#002- Jarred-by Jenna McNaught

We are trapped inside, and have been for as long as I
can remember. Encaged in a place called ''the Jar''.
One day I believe we'll find a way out. An escape.
And like in my most vivid daydreams.. we'll be free
as the birds in a place called the sky.



#003- Train Life- by Jenna McNaught

I'm always on the move. It's like I'm running
from some sort of invisible threat. A monster
perhaps. But he/or she or IT never catches me.
I am weightless. And my body propells me forward.
Go go go.  But I always stop at some point. A jolt
of electricity goes through me. And I can no longer
make myself go onwards. A train. I can't.
I won't. I won't go on a train.
The memories are just too strong.