:: My Blog's Name is Jennifer ::

:: Saturday, August 31, 2002 ::

"On a scale of good to awesome, I'm super-great." - "Strong Bad"
:: Mac 4:17 PM [+] ::
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Note to all - I now know where the laundrey room is. Hooray.

Am I the only one who gets totally irrational when I don't eat? For whatever reason, I decided to only eat dinner tonight. Now, I don't know what's up with the dining center here, but it seems to be open on a completely random schedule. Like, I THOUGHT it was open at 4 pm for dinner, considering I ate at that time before. No! It wasn't opened at 4! It WAS opened at 5! So I finally get my food, and pretty soon I'm full, but since I hadn't eaten all day, apart from some pumpkin seeds and one Double Stuf Oreo cookie, I was like, "Bah! Fuck you, stomach! I'm gonna eat more just to spite you and the discomfort you cause me!" Which, naturally, leads to only more discomfort. But damn, that chocolate pudding was good.

It was funny - while I was eating the chocolate pudding, I was staring at the TV, not really paying attention to it. As it turns out, it was a football game, and since I was seemingly the only one paying attention, one of the cafeteria workers came up and started talking to me about the game. I smiled and nodded like I knew what the hell he was talking about. I only get interested in televised sports when there's a close-up and someone makes a funny face.
:: Mac 3:42 PM [+] ::
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I got my first batch of personalized checks today. I feel so adult...okay, not really. But it was nice to get something in the mail besides random fliers.

Oh, I still have no idea where the laundry room in this place is. I need to find out SOON.
:: Mac 1:49 PM [+] ::
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I liked the little Weather Pixie I had at the bottom of this page, but I had to get rid of it. For those of you who never noticed it and have no idea what I'm talking about, it was this little graphic that told what the weather was like in Evansville. It was pretty useful, too, though if I desperately need to know the weather I can always look out the window. But it was freaking out Jennifer for some reason. Arg. Ah well.

I saw the movie "Pretty in Pink" for the first time this movie. What a horrible, cheesy film. Thank God the age of the Brat Pack is over, though I DID like Duckie, the lead characters friend who is, typically, in love with her. I looked it up and as it turns out the original ending of the movie had him getting the girl, but because of test audiences they changed it. Grrr. Why can't the geeky boy win the geeky girl? Why must there always be that message of true love conquers all obstacles, even social ones. It's not like that most of the time in real life, after all. Poor Duckie.
:: Mac 12:05 PM [+] ::
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I'm Tim as Dr. Frank-n-furter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show,which Tim Curry are you? by Clicks and Buzzes
:: Mac 7:22 AM [+] ::
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I went to emode.com and took the Goddess quiz. Here's what I got:

Muse

Known for your creative powers, you Muses are the poets and musicians of life, the patrons of the fine arts. It's funny, though — even with your inspirational prowess, you're probably not the type to boast about your guitar-strumming skills, or your latest published book of verse.

While it's great when people flock to you for ideas, there probably is a part of you that prefers to blend in sometimes — whether dressing in muted shades or staking out a one-on-one conversation at parties and social events. But try as you might not to hog the spotlight, others can't help but notice you. Must be hard to be such a goddess!

Despite any lingering modesty, you might be surprised at how much your mere presence can help improve the lives of those around you by infusing them with ideas and good thoughts. With that kind of healing energy, your inspirational ways have the potential to change the world, Muse. Whether you're scribbling sonnets, boogying with your friends, or drawing your own constellations — you're tapped in. So keep your eyes wide open to the possibilities and let that inspiration flow!

9% of people 18-24 are Muses
15% of the world are Muses

:: Mac 4:18 PM [+] ::
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I'm so glad it's Friday. I only had three days of classes this week, and I'm already more than ready for a break. What am I going to do for the rest of the semester? Of course, I need to read Gilgamesh this weekend...no big deal, but still. Plus, there's Spanish homework, studying, blah blah blah and et cetera. BUT NO CLASS! Yay.

I'm so used to always having a fridge full of battled water. I know all the other girls in my dorm must wonder about the freak who walks down the hall a million times a day for a drink of water. Perhaps I should by some and keep it in my room so I needn't do that? Nawww...I'm much too lazy to do such a thing.
:: Mac 3:47 PM [+] ::
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Tracey, why in God's name did you delete your deadjournal?? Bah!
:: Mac 8:12 AM [+] ::
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find out who you are here
:: Mac 8:11 AM [+] ::
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There are giant ladybugs in Indiana. Never thought ladybugs could possibly be scary? Then you've never seen about five huge ones in a row...in your dorm.
:: Mac 8:09 PM [+] ::
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Whoa...that's weird...Jennifer was looking kind of funky there for a moment.
:: Mac 2:34 PM [+] ::
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The award for first person to actually write to me goes to Beverly! Awww, thanks! Wait, now I have to write back...Curses.
:: Mac 12:47 PM [+] ::
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On a lighter note, Irish said my name yesterday for the first time. Okay, that sounds really stupid, but it was interesting to hear how my name sounds with that accent. Unfortunately, despite the fact he was in my Welcome Week small group, which was supposed to include all the people in my World Cultures class, he's not in it. Damn it all.

I've added a link to my friend Jessi's livejournal. She was my first college buddy and has replaced all of you losers. Ha, kidding, naturally. She's pretty cool, though. I don't know if I gave her the URL yet, and I hope not because she doesn't know I like Irish. That would be kind of embarrassing.
:: Mac 6:57 AM [+] ::
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You Are a Goth!

You're so gothically outrageous, and you aren't afraid to flaunt it.

Whether you dress up like Robert Smith or a tragic Little Bo Peep,

chances are that you'll be parading around with the rest of the goths at Yoyogi Park on Sunday.

Don't forget your white makeup and blue lipstick! Who knows?

You may just get picked up by one of the seedy photographers.



What's *Your* Japanese Subculture?

:: Mac 6:44 AM [+] ::
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Okay, I have another quote. For the hell of it, I typed out this excerpt from Gilgamesh for my friend Ryo to read:

"The trapper spoke to her: 'There he is. Now, woman, make your breasts bare, have no shame, do not delay but welcome his love. Let him see you naked, let him possess your body. When he comes near uncover yourself and lie with him; teach him, the savage man, your woman's art, for when he murmurs love to you the wild beasts that shared his life in the hills will reject him.'"

This was his response:

"The ancients culture..so delicate and classical..."

I swear to God I almost fell out of my chair laughing.
:: Mac 6:17 PM [+] ::
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"I prefer to keep the holes that are there.. new ones would just complicate things." - Kunal
:: Mac 5:38 PM [+] ::
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Today was my first official day as a college student. I had three classes. Here're my impressions of them...

Class one - Spanish 211

I was really worried about this class. I can barely speak Spanish at all, despite four years of it, and this is a more advanced class. When I got there, though I realized - this isn't California! This is the Midwest! The professor actually has to LOOK for Hispanic students! No one speaks it well! Bwahahaha...This shall be cake. (I hope.)

Class two - World Cultures 110

I resent this for the fact that I spent around $70 on books for this course alone. There's no textbook, just various novels and such we have to read. This kinda takes place of a standard English class, since its emphasis is on reading, analyzing, and writing. I don't think I'll have too much of a problem with it, but it's rather scary when your instructor says the word 'nightmare' about twenty times in one hour. I'm totally serious. And this guy's name is Dr. Happy...?

Class three - Anthropology 207

I said something stupid here, so that'll infect the whole rest of the semester. That's really too bad, because so far this is my most interesting and fun class. The professor is a really good lecturer, bringing humor into it all the time. Fact - 95% - 100% of all Asians are lactose intolerant. Whoa. I did not know this. I just assumed that was a relatively rare condition. This is also my largest class, probably because it fills a lot of requirements.
:: Mac 4:58 PM [+] ::
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What's *Your* Sex Sign?

Heh, thought I'd get an interesting quiz out in honor of the first day of classes...
:: Mac 8:02 AM [+] ::
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At our group session today, we did the exercise where a piece of paper is taped to your back and everyone writes nice things about you. Here are the comments I received:

* "You are very smart which makes great conversation!!"
* "You're very nice. Thanks for talking with me at the service project."
* "I love talking w/ you! You're amazing"
* "You seem to be a very smart and cool girl."
* "One of the [word unreadable] people I've met in the first week!" - Uh, thanks?
* "You are so intelligent and nice."
* "We have a whole semester together and I'll have sompin better then. But for now you have been really sweet." - At least he's honest.
* "You have an excellent intelligence and a great sense of humor."
* "Hey, you had a lot of good insight into the wolf book this morning."
* Hey! You are fun to be around!"
* "Your opinions are always well thought out and very smart - good luck with everything!"
* "You are so intelligent and layed back!" - Would a truely laid back person be so bothered by a misspelled word?
* "You are a realy [sic] great person + fun to be around."
* "Thank you for being a great small grouper. You have helped a lot through your sanity and patience!" - I've never been said to be either of those things...
:: Mac 5:30 PM [+] ::
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Blogger's acting stupid, so I'm typing this for the hell of it AND to make it work. Here's some bad news - the Irish guy has a girlfriend. Eh, I still like him though.
:: Mac 2:34 PM [+] ::
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Click here to find out which famous retard you are! This quiz was made by Scott and Niki

:: Mac 5:30 AM [+] ::
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Quote of the Day:

"Is that what you want?? A shitting Jesus?" - Lore
:: Mac 3:20 PM [+] ::
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Hey, wait - did I write it here that I tested out of my Math requirement AND first year Spanish? I might've or might not've. Well, I did. I'm kind of worried about going into second year Spanish already when I can barely understand it spoken and can't speak it at all, but we'll see how things go. The books seem basic enough - the instructions are even written in English, which we didn't have after Spanish II in high school anyway. But no more Math?! Hooray! I do a happy happy dance now!
:: Mac 1:02 PM [+] ::
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I got my books today, writing my first check out to a total of $299.74. And I'm not even done yet! They didn't have one of my required books in (meaning I'll have to buy it new) AND I have all these novels and whatnot to purchase for my World Cultures class once I get the reading list. Here are my books, in case you really want to know:

* The Netsilik Eskimo (used)
* Conformity and Conflict - Readings in Cultural Anthropology (used)
* Cultural Anthropology (used)
* The Archeology of Greece (new!)
* En contacto - Grammatica en accion (new)
* En contacto - Cuaderno de ejercicios y laboratorio (new)
* Reason & Responsibility - Readings in Some Basic Problems of Philosophy (used)
* The Book of Genesis (just a little booklet)

And once again - there's more to come. Dammit.
:: Mac 12:58 PM [+] ::
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Who's your daddy?? Find out @ blackhole

I find this picture very disturbing.
:: Mac 9:45 AM [+] ::
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UPDATE - I now have friends. I think. At least, I went to a girl's room while she checked her IMs and then we ate dinner together with two other girls. This is a start, I believe. Today I was:

* bruised
* surrounded by Asians
* complimented on my name (numerous times)
* pressed up against the Irish guy (woohoo!)
* very very tired
:: Mac 7:58 PM [+] ::
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By public demand, Jennifer now has her own comment system. Let us all celebrate by using it frequently.
:: Mac 8:46 AM [+] ::
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My stupid instincts demanded that I wake up at 6:30 this morning, despite the fact that nothing even starts until 10 or so. Damn it all.
:: Mac 5:27 AM [+] ::
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Which Princess Bride Character are You?
this quiz was made by mysti

My first Indiana quiz...awwww. And my least favorite character, too...
:: Mac 7:55 PM [+] ::
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Okay, MAJOR news! Where is Annie when I need her most?? Seattle. Dammit Annie... In my Welcome Week group there's an Irish guy! Eeek, I love British men! He has THE best accent, and he's really funny and seems nice enough too. Oh, and if that wasn't enough...he's cute too. I think I've got my newest crush.
:: Mac 7:49 PM [+] ::
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For those of you who really want to know were I am at any given time of the day, here is my class scedule:

9 AM, Monday, Wednesday, Friday - Spanish 211

12 PM, Monday, Wednesday, Friday - World Cultures 110

2 PM, Monday, Wednesday, Friday - Anthropology 207

9:30 AM, Tuesday, Thursday - Archeology 105

1:15 PM, Tuesday, Thursday - Philosophy 111

Everyone seems to have friends but me. I don't even have a roommate yet. I feel very alone at this here computer.
:: Mac 3:34 PM [+] ::
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Jennifer has returned.

And so have I.

Well, I'm in Indiana now, obviously, two full hours ahead of you saps in California. Thus, I must be speaking from the future. Oooooh, spooky, no? And guess what - the future is humid and buggy.

I'm going to make this as short as possible. Why? Don't question me - I write Jennifer here. It took four days to get from Anaheim to Evansville, and each motel room was scarier than the last. Well, the last one was actually pretty nice. Econolodge. I've now been in thirteen states, which I think is pretty advanced for my age.

I'm in my dorm room, but I haven't met my roommate yet. I have a new bank account, a computer, blah blah blah and so forth. I've talked to a FEW kids, and I'm not counting the others from California, and they seem all right. One of them was a pretty cute guy from New Hampshire. I hope to see much more of him in the upcoming semester.

I'm tired, and bored. And hot, and not in the good way. Jennifer will be back, but maybe not daily any more. We'll just have to see how things go.
:: Mac 3:44 PM [+] ::
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Well. This is my last Jennifer entry until Indiana. I feel I should say something sentimental or profound, but I just can't. Despite my "Creative Personality," I can't find any words right now.

I'll miss everyone. I'll miss my family. I'll miss my pets. I'll miss my room and the things too big to bring with me. I'll even miss Anaheim.

All right, even I didn't believe that last one.
:: Mac 8:31 AM [+] ::
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What's Your Personality?Find out!

:: Mac 8:26 AM [+] ::
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Supposedly, I'm packing. And I am, or was at least. Somehow, despite this, my room is less of a mess than it was before. I'm clearing out my life here and it makes me want to cry.

Tonight is my last night in Anaheim until Christmas. God, I'm so scared. I hope this was the right decision.
:: Mac 8:21 PM [+] ::
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:: Mac 10:10 AM [+] ::
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For no reason at all, I'm going to post this fragment of a story I wrote several years ago and is still lingering on my hard drive, a cold example of my laziness with writing. Enjoy:

PART ONE

“It is an enormous pleasure to meet such a great and noble gentleman such as yourself, Sir Osbert,” proclaimed the man called Bernal with a deep bow.

Osbert, a stout, sweaty man, chuckled arrogantly. “You do me great honor, Bernal!” he cried while clapping the younger man on the back. “Where did you say you were from again?”

“The city of Darnall,” Bernal said with a broad, false smile. “It’s north of London.”

“Ah, of course!” cried Osbert. “I believe I’ve been there…it’s nice in the summer, no?”

“Oh, yes,” agreed Bernal. “It is, quite.”

“Aye, aye. Well, my good man, I’ve heard much of you from my neighbors. They say your father is an important lord…”

“You could say that.”

Osbert led his guest through his home, to the dining hall. “Well, you’re welcome in my home as long as you need to be here.”

“I am deeply moved by your graciousness, Sir.”

Osbert chuckled again. “’Tis nothing, nothing at all! Why, it’s my duty! And, after all, I have heard great things of you…I suppose this whole household could learn a bit from you.”

“I am counting on that, Sir.”

By that time, they had reached the huge dining hall of Kirkley Manor. Bustling about were various servants, kinsmen, and the Lady of the house. Lady Barbara was a small, worn woman who was no doubt younger than forty, but was aged far beyond that by hard work and the birthing of twelve children, only one of whom was still alive. Sir Osbert caught her by the arm and pulled her towards himself and the guest.

“This is my wife, Lady Barbara!” exclaimed Osbert. “Bab, this here is the famous Bernal our neighbors speak so highly of!”

Lady Barbara smiled rather weakly and curtsied as well as she could with her husband still clutching her arm. “I am glad to receive you, good Bernal.”

Bernal bowed. “As I am glad to be received by you, dear Lady! But Sir, are you sure this is not your daughter? She’s so young…”

Osbert puffed up with pride, much resembling the cock that had strutted about the yard for so long before finally losing his head to the ax the week before as he did so. “Why, no! We’ve been married for quite some time. Wife, Wife, go fetch our daughter! We’ll just have to prove it to him…”

Lady Barbara smiled again before she left, but it did not reach her eyes. She did not trust this stranger and his grand compliments.

“So, Bernal, what is your business in our fair town? Is there anything you need?”

“I’m on business for my father, confidential stuff, you see. And no, thank you, anything I need I can rightly claim for myself.”

“Oh,” Osbert said, a bit puzzled. “Well, here comes my Bab and our daughter Margaret!” He waved them over. “Come, Daughter, I want you to meet Bernal here!”


Okay, that's it. Sweet God, that was horrible. What was I thinking? And there was going to be a PART TWO?
:: Mac 10:13 PM [+] ::
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Annie - I just used the last of my birthday/graduation present from you. Here is what I purchased thanks to your generosity:

* a Weezer shirt
* shoelaces with flames on them
* another Weezer shirt - with Muppets!
* the "Squee!" trade paperback

Just thought you'd be interested.
:: Mac 10:07 PM [+] ::
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I'm leaving on Sunday and still have a tremendous amount of packing to do. Like...all of it. I'm worried my brother will break my statues and various other ornaments if I leave them where they are, yet I can't seem to find the will to go ahead and cover them in newspaper and stick them in a box. I wonder why.

So the first of my friends has left for college. Stupid Gary. Always has to be number one...jeez.

Someone remind me to send a mass email with my new school address and phone number...I need to compile a lot of email addresses that aren't actually on my address list. Hey, I just used the word address three times in one sentence - sort of.
:: Mac 10:05 PM [+] ::
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:: Mac 10:30 AM [+] ::
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I find it rather funny that, whenever I yell, my father gets mad at me for doing so because the whole apartment complex can hear me. But then he yells for hours.

I'm not saying I don't deserve to be yelled at. I just find this to be hypocrisy.

He makes me hate myself.
:: Mac 8:09 PM [+] ::
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All right, so on Tuesday I went out with Tracey to the Block. We just talked and went shopping, but it was nice to get out and be with one of my friends. I feel like I'm silently saying my goodbyes already, which hurts because it means that I'm already missing my friends. I'm leaving on Sunday, and it's scaring the hell out of me, to go and live 2,000 miles away from everything and everyone. I hope it's worth it.
:: Mac 3:42 PM [+] ::
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Adorable

Find out what anime character cliche you are.


"You are what keeps the protagonist going. Half of the time the hero would let millions of others die before you. You're sweet, and tend to speak way more than the star, but you generally have more important things to say anyway."

:: Mac 8:40 AM [+] ::
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Hey everyone, I got a pedicure! My toenails are blue and shiny now! Whee! However, I did not know that pain would be involved in the toenail-fixing process...it kinda stings...But my feet are pretty!
:: Mac 5:42 PM [+] ::
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I have Dish Network, and from time to time, only in my room, an interesting phenomena will occur in which only a select few of the channels will be viewable. These include all of the Pay-Per-View movies, some shopping channels, and a couple of movie channels. Usually, it'll switch back after a few minutes, but last night it stayed that way for hours. After screaming at it for a while, I discovered that a Jude Law movie was in progress on HBO (or an analog thereof).

It was called "The Wisdom of Crocodiles" (on video, called "Immortality"), and it was pretty good. Jude Law, as usual, was excellent and gorgeous. The female lead, to my surprise, was also good enough that I didn't want her to die and I didn't get too jealous whenever she kissed Jude. Basically, the story is that Jude is a medical researcher suspected of murdering his last girlfriend and is being followed by the police. The female lead (Elina Löwensohn) is his new girlfriend, an asthmatic construction worker of some sort. I missed the first half hour of the movie and thus a lot of establishing of character, so I had no idea what was going on for some of the film, like Jude keeping obsessive notes in little black books about Elina (and the last girl, and a bunch of others). And apparently, he's a hemophiliac (meaning when he cuts himself, he can't stop bleeding). Bonus points are awarded for Jude's brief frontal nude scene.

But apparently, I didn't follow it well enough - I didn't realize until I looked it up this morning that it was a vampire movie. Dammit. I'm supposed to know these things.
:: Mac 9:06 AM [+] ::
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>What Goth Are You?

:: Mac 8:37 AM [+] ::
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Damn. I just don't feel like writing anything today.
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The monkey on the original 1960's Space Ghost.

Find out what secondary animated character you are.

:: Mac 9:06 AM [+] ::
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I went out to lunch with Annie today. It was simple enough, just Carl's Jr., but it was a lot of fun to just relax and talk...for several hours. The people who worked there either hated us or were oblivious to our existence. In any case, we were not kicked out. Interesting fact - Annie would rather marry Jason Lee than Ewan McGregor.

I feel I should fill up more space, so here's some poems I wrote early in the school year. I would like to say in advance that none of them are autobiographical.

What a doozy,
Sweet and schmoozy.
Oh what a lark.
Who'd have thought things could be so grand
When they go on in the dark?

I'm gonna have a baby,
I'm making brand-new life.
Then I have to raise it for eighteen years...
Oh God, hand me a knife.

I want to go to college.
I want to get me a degree.
But alas, that won't change at all
The fact that I'm so smelly.

Oh, I want to punch myself in the face.
I do, I do.
Nose blood spraying all over the place.
I do, I do.
I'll make myself all black and blue.
I do, I do.
But then I might break a bone or two.
I don't.

I have no idea what was the matter with me when I wrote these, but they were all done in one morning and I was rather proud of them at the time. There are actually more, but I don't know them by heart like these ones.

:: Mac 9:43 PM [+] ::
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Take the which Silent Starlet are you quiz!

:: Mac 8:38 AM [+] ::
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Dammit, I wanna have another contest. I only have a few days left to do this. I will give an unopened Star Wars lightsaber pen to anyone who can name my current favorite Weezer song. (Hint - it's on Pinkerton.) Only one guess per person, blah blah blah. This is open only to people I actually know.
:: Mac 7:18 PM [+] ::
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Several days ago, I offered a prize of a free meal to anyone who could guess which line in the Lit song "My Own Worst Enemy" that I always forget. Only Ashley offered a suggestion. What a bunch of freaks...I seriously would've paid up!

The answer was, "My car is in the front yard."
:: Mac 7:05 PM [+] ::
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THINGS THAT CONSTANTLY VEX ME...Part Three

* Hearing a song I instantly fall in love with, but never learning the title or artist.
* Loose balloons in the sky.
* Getting holes in my socks.
* Lingering doubts of my own self-worth.
* When the cat downstairs can't get in its house and cries.
* Being too lazy to write.
* The idea of bloody diarehhea.
:: Mac 7:01 PM [+] ::
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find out what you are here

Last night at dinner, I heard some guy refer to Gwen as "No Chest-ifani." This REALLY pissed me off. How unfortunate that people can overlook a woman's talent, intelligence, bravado, and all-around natural beauty because she hasn't gotten implants like so many other female singers and actors. Plus, the guy was a loud, drunken loser who wouldn't garner a second glance by a woman half as pretty as Gwen Stefani. Who's he to judge?
:: Mac 9:10 AM [+] ::
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All right. Let's talk Weezer.

First off - yes, it was the greatest concert EVER!! It turned out that we had pretty good seats with a clear view of the stage and all. Dashboard Confessional was the second opening act. (Sparta was the first, but we missed them completely. Interestingly, one of the cheapest things you could buy was a Sparta CD - $6.) DC was pretty good, but since I'm not a big fan it got kinda boring. They lead singer is cute, though. Then it was the wait for Weezer, for around a half hour. Around this time, I got a shirt and a sticker. Then the people sitting in front of us showed up. Here's my actual, as-it-happened thoughts on these people that I wrote while waiting for the band to come out:

"Is there anything stupider than a smoker? Well, a smoker who drinks at the same time, apparently. Let's destroy our bodies TWO ways, shall we? Plus, all the non-smokers around resent us. Yay! What fun! I'm sitting behind the three most shrill, idiotic girls in the whole place. Well, two at least. One just sits there. But one is the drunk future iron lung occupant. The other - I swear to God - took her shirt off during Dashboard Confessional. She was just sitting there in her bra for a while. Uh, ,you know the singer can't see you from this far away, right? AND she was taking gulps of the other girl's beer, which cost $8. What a bunch of fucking freaks. I hate everyone here. My head hurts already and Weezer hasn't even started yet. I'm cold and this pen is running out of ink."

(Yes, I know drinking, smoking, and drug use are all rampant during any given concert, but I still don't like it. Later, the one girl got her own beer and the smoker lit up a joint, then made out with her boyfriend for the whole show. The quiet girl eventually sat down during the finale.)

FINALLY, Weezer came out. They opened with "Photograph" and the crowd went nuts. There was a really good mix of songs, with quite a bit of Pinkerton. I can remember off hand that they played "My Name is Jonas", "Island in the Sun", "Why Bother?, "The Sweater Song", "Keep Fishin'", "Knock-Down Drag-out", "Buddy Holly", "Tired of Sex", "El Scorcho", "Hash Pipe", and "The Good Life." Actually, that might be everything other than the encore.

Rivers loves the crowd. He was really working it. The other guys, Pat, Brian, and Scott, are also a lot of fun to watch, but they didn't really say anything. Scott tends to move around a lot, all over the stage, and gets into his playing, so he's really great, especially for the newbie.

Then the left the stage, and everyone started chanting "Weezer." Really, I don't get the whole thing with encores. All concerts have at least one, often two, so why even bother with the show of leaving for a few minutes, only to return because the crowd loves them so much. But anyway, they came back out and played "Say It Ain't So", "Only In Dreams" (actually one of my least favorite Weezer songs), and "Surf Wax America", which was totally appropriate because tha tsong talks about going home, and Southern California IS home to them. Then they left again and everyone waited a second encore, but the lights came on and everyone left.

What a great night. Except for my mother...but that's a long story in itself and this is already really long.
:: Mac 9:46 AM [+] ::
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I just got back from the concert and I'm feeling super! Wheeeeee! Here's the quiz, very early:

Green You are a very calm and contemplative person. Others are drawn to your peaceful, nurturing nature. Find out your color at Stvlive.com!

:: Mac 12:44 AM [+] ::
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Note to all:

TODAY IS WEEZER DAY!!

Meaning I'm going to finally see them in concert...hooray! I just hope my mom will stop trying to take credit for my liking them. If you want to get technical, my older brother was the first one to force me to listen to Weezer, his Pinkerton CD that I have now stolen. I listened to it and promptly disregarded it for the simple reason that my brother liked them. I had done the same thing when he'd made me listen to Nirvana years before. Now, of course, I'm a fan of both. My mom seems to think that just because she bought me the Green Album it means that she can take credit for my love of Weezer. But she did buy the concert tickets, so that's nice. She's going too, though. D'oh.
:: Mac 9:40 AM [+] ::
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I can't believe my brother just made me get off the Internet so he could make a call to someone who didn't even answer the phone, and THEN he crawled back into bed! Come on, it's only 9 in the morning - there's a reason I'm online so early - so no one bothers me!
:: Mac 9:11 AM [+] ::
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Are you Addicted to the Internet? 37% Newbie (21% - 40%) You've started to learn that there is more to the internet than AOL. You've recovered from that email virus that wiped your hard drive and are thinking of getting DSL. You still tend to forward too many jokes and inspirational thoughts via email to your entire address book. The Are you Addicted to the Internet? Quiz at Stvlive.com!

I'd say this result is fairly untrue.
:: Mac 9:01 AM [+] ::
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I just added two more links. The first is for spacefem.com, which is fairly hilarious feminist humor. I think everyone will be most amused by it, as I am. The second is for the blog of my oldest friend Melissa who's recently made her triumphant comeback to the Orange County area. I think she made a lovely choice of layouts, but Jennifer is somewhat jealous. She's a fussy gal.
:: Mac 8:41 PM [+] ::
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If anyone has a guess to the trivia below, just email it to me. The Tag Board is not functioning at the moment.
:: Mac 8:04 PM [+] ::
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I just got back from having a physical. Now, I thought there was nothing more unsettling than peeing in a cup, but apparently there is. The idea that the doctor has just finished looking at my pee through a microscope and found blood in it was rather more disturbing. Don't worry, though. I'm okay. But I still need to get some shots. Curses.

Random trivia - Which line in the Lit song "My Own Worst Enemy" do I always forget? Any guesses? Probably not. If anyone guesses correctly by tomorrow, I'll buy him or her a lunch at Carls Jr. Only one guess per person, by the way...I don't want anyone just listing every line in the song. That's just not fair.


Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!

:: Mac 10:31 AM [+] ::
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I just took the Kingdomality test, and here's what I got:

Your distinct personality, The Dreamer-Minstrel might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. You can always see the "Silver Lining" to every dark and dreary cloud. Look at the bright side is your motto and understanding why everything happens for the best is your goal. You are the positive optimist of the world who provides the hope for all humankind. There is nothing so terrible that you can not find some good within it. On the positive side, you are spontaneous, charismatic, idealistic and empathic. On the negative side, you may be a sentimental dreamer who is emotionally impractical. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today's corporate kingdoms.

:: Mac 8:47 PM [+] ::
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Jennifer lives! She liiiiiiiiiives!!!

Yes. Well, obviously, the problem has been fixed, at least for now, and I am back. Since there was such a long abscence and I have no doubt lost all of my regular readers, I will reward to one or less of you who still checks in with a longer than average entry. Indeed.

Yesterday I went to a get together of all the incoming UE students in the Los Angeles area. It felt somewhat odd, since all the other ones go to the same school and sort of stuck together, but they seemed generally normal (as normal as serious theatre students can be) and nice. One of the three guys is really cute and willingly put his arm around me for the picture we took, and the two girls will be rooming down the hall from me, so now I know some people there. That's a relief. I also got to meet a whole bunch of alumni who all work in the television/film industry now, which was interesting. They all seemed really nice. It was like I was joining some high class gang. And maybe I am.

It turns out my roommate is from Taiwan, and this concerns me. Though she obviously speaks English well enough to go to school here, I'm worried that there's going to be that language barrier and we'll never be able to really talk with each other. Also, I'm told that international students smell bad. Now, I'm not being RACIST, so you can throw that idea right now. For example, I would be equally worried about her hygiene in she were from France. So anyway, I hope it all turns out well.

Hmmm. Despite my invitation to call me at home, NONE OF YOU DID. Beverly emailed me, interestingly, but that's not quite the same thing. Either none of you have my phone number, or none of you love me. Wihich is okay...I guess. I'm gonna go curl up in a ball and cry now.

But first - a quiz!



find out which no doubt album you are here

I live near Beacon Street! I am so special!
:: Mac 8:13 PM [+] ::
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Jennifer is currently dormant until I get my modem is fixed. This should take a week or more, since my uncle (who's out of town) has to do it. No internet...Pray for us.

Anyone who, for whatever reason, wants to bask in my wonderfulness (or just hang out) before I run off to Indiana forever should contact me via telephone. Please do.
:: Mac 6:49 PM [+] ::
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