:: My Blog's Name is Jennifer ::

MizzMarvel from the carnival, she helped me out alot
told me Imma make it, by more then a long shot
She gave me words of wisdom, and helped me find my spot
when all is said n done,she's the only thing I got
Helped me find my message, and a way to send it,
believed what it said, n helped totally defend it,
helps me with my missions, to clear verbal collisions,
pressure off the mind, free of submission,
now im pistol whippin , with no ammuntion,
in place of the clip, I use life's intuition
couldnt do it alone, needed some assisten
and like a blind cop frisken, theres sumthing that your missen
everyone can find it, all you do is listen

This is another song/poem thing written for me by Mike. This is the best one yet, in MY opinion (of course, it's about me, so I may be a little prejudiced).
:: Mac 9:45 PM [+] ::
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Has anyone else noticed that there are good stereotypes and bad stereotypes? I know when someone says "stereotype", it's almost automatic that the brain takes it negatively. But there seem to be plenty of ideas that are encouraged by not only society as a whole, but the target of the idea. I'm going to give an example...it would probably be easier to use a racial stereotype, but I'll probably get yelled at even though I wouldn't mean anything by it, so I'll use gender ones.

One of the more out-of-date stereotypes about women is that we're bad drivers. Now, the instant some jerk says that, we females are all up in arms. We yell, argue, pull statistics out of the air, and do just about anything to assert our place as respected drivers.

Another stereotype that I've been hearing more and more is that women are smarter than men. Our response? "Oh, well, that's true!" End of discussion.

Now, I understand why this is - it's human nature to want to be superior to others. I just wish we didn't have to be such hypocrites about it. People run around campaigning against stereotypes, but then things like this happen every damn day.




:: Mac 2:55 PM [+] ::
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Take my friend test, please! The top scorer at the end of the month will win a prize! The lowest scorer will face the terrible, unending wrath of mighty Jennifer. See the "recommended" (how well do you know mackenzie?) over to the side...I can't put links within the actual entry, for whatever reason.
:: Mac 12:03 PM [+] ::
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I'm just glad there's the picture to clarify which "head" we're talking about.


Would you survive a horror movie? Find out @ She's Crafty

I'm not surprised AT ALL. Like I'm gonna be the one to go take a midnight dip in the lake or something stupid - please. That's just ridiculous.


Who's Your Movie Sidekick? Find out @ She's Crafty

Yyyyyyyyyyes!! I love the lunchbox! And you know what? He DOES rock!



:: Mac 11:42 AM [+] ::
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It disturbs me how much I still enjoy cartoons. I have no idea at what age people normally outgrow such trivial programming, but I've obviously traversed the median. And I don't mean just "The Simpsons" or other more adult cartoons - I'm actually watching "Pepper Ann" right now. While I honestly don't WANT to give up my 'toons, I'm somewhat worried about how my college roommate's gonna feel about me turning on the TV at 10 am to catch "X-Men: Evolution."
:: Mac 11:40 AM [+] ::
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This is the earliest I've ever worked on a blog entry...

Which Angel would you be? By Angel Falls

:: Mac 12:02 AM [+] ::
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I wonder if anyone reads this besides Tracey, Annie, Brianna, etc. If anyone besides the obvious does visit old Jennifer from time to time, please oblige me by signing the TagBoard or emailing me! I would be most pleased...
:: Mac 4:32 PM [+] ::
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See which Whose Line is it Anyway? cast member you are!

Even though Brianna doesn't like him (you fool!). I happen to like Greg a whole lot, and I always have, considering I've been watching this show since the seventh grade, when I used to race home after school to catch the British version on Comedy Central. The ABC version isn't as good, and it makes me sad to watch it. If only they could bring in Tony Slattery...*sigh* But anyway, I had a dream where Greg was my father once. Also during the seventh grade. And Christina Applegate was my mom. That was really weird dream...
:: Mac 1:59 PM [+] ::
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THINGS THAT CONSTANTLY VEX ME...Part deux

* When on the answering machine, someone leaves their number, only to gargle the last digit so there's no way of disciphering it.
* The lingering smell of gasoline
* When I'm forced to carry the conversation
* The fact that I can never type "Cuomo" right the first time
* The constant mispronunciation of "literally"
* When my brother leaves the house without turning off the living room TV
* Irrational fears
* Chuck E. Cheese
* Headaches caused by straining my eyes
* Doing something wrong a million times, but no one tells you you're being stupid and you just have to realize it by yourself

I have a feeling there will be several more entries like this...
:: Mac 12:55 PM [+] ::
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Dear World:

Please stop saying "whatnot." That is my word, though I will give some claim to Gary. Now that he's pointed out its blossoming usage, it's bothering me. So please - stop. Now. RIGHT NOW.

It's funny, because people think I'm not cool - myself included. But who was it who was wearing Converse All-Stars in the years before they suddenly became cool again? And who was it who's spread "Whee" usage across the fine state of California? Me, folks. ME. That's right. And now I've done it again, with "whatnot."

Give me a break - let me (and Gary to an extent) have my word.

As Ever, Myself

In other news, this morning I was so tired I mistakenly referred to a certain state as "Pennalvanya."
:: Mac 10:21 AM [+] ::
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Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz


Unfortunately, true. *sigh* Plus, I can never kick that football...



Which tarot card are you?

I think this is better than it sounds.




What Psych-Ward do you belong to?

But of course. They all look like that in there, too.
:: Mac 10:06 AM [+] ::
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My friend Mike "free-styled" this for me...

awww ur name is Kenz? whas tha.. u really like me?i think we can grow real famous, noone would ever tame us,we would be so wild, imagine bout our child.2 lives found by fate,found our love, before it was too late

Just about the sweetest thing EVER! ...even though it doesn't make COMPLETE sense...

:: Mac 6:47 PM [+] ::
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Okay...yeah. Today I spent a fun-filled afternoon with Annie. We went to the Block and had a delicious lunch at Wolfgang Puck (though they gave us no bread - gah!!). Afterwards, we decided to go see a movie. We didn't have a lot of options for a few reasons, so we eventually decided on "Spirit, Stallion of the Cimmaron." It has Matt Damon as a voice actor...it can't be too bad.

Wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.

First of all, there's almost NO dialogue. Of course, you know, horses can't talk - that's a given. So Matt Damon just kinda narrates it all. But since when do they have eyebrows? They can have lovely eyebrows but CANNOT talk? All right, that makes sense...no. Also, they can show the birth of a colt and it drinking milk from its mother, but CAN'T show blood? Then every ten seconds the stupid horse pulls off an absolutely brilliant escape, only to have a rope thrown over his neck AGAIN. One

Ugh! This movie sucked! I have a million more things to say about it, but I can't - it disgusts me. I am very rarely ashamed to be a girl, but this movie does it for me, since it was so clearly aimed at a young female audience. You know, they say adolescent girls like horses so much because they represent sexuality...I never went through that. I always just liked men.
:: Mac 6:29 PM [+] ::
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Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?

Hey! It's Joe Mad's crazy 'bot! Too bad this comic only comes out about once a year...

How Gay Are YOU? [?]

Hey, I thought we established I was only 16% gay!! Dammit...




What era of Trent Reznor are you? Take the What Trent Are You? quiz to find out!
Quiz by !

Hahaha...why?



I am? Why has no one told me so?
:: Mac 9:35 AM [+] ::
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Okay, now is the time to log my little journey. I will start with...

SUNDAY
My father and I arrive at LAX. We get in, sit around for a while. I buy some dark chocolate Toblerone and write a little. We are told to board and have "picture ID" out. I don't know I needed an ID, but get on the plane without any trouble. The plane takes off. I cry a bit, terrified, then calm down. Dinner at 3 PM - chicken and carrots. "Time Machine" is shown, but I don't watch it.

Four hours later, we land in Cincinnatti. I eat McDonald's for real dinner. There's a hot guy in line in front of me, but he's with his mom. I watch CNN until we're told to board for Evansville. They freak out a little when I don't have my ID, but they let me on anyway. It's a small plane, only seats 50. It takes off, and my freaking out is minimal. They give us each 2 cookies, and less than an hour later we arrive in Evansville, IN.

We get the rented car and promptly get lost in the dark (around 11 pm). Finally, we make it to the security station at UE and they escort us to the old house we're staying at. There're two assistant basketball coaches there too, and I need to stand there while my dad talks sports with one of them. My room is nice, with two little beds, cable TV, and its own bathroom. I get to sleep all right, content at being alive.

MONDAY
We wake up and walk across the street to the UE admissions office. We take a tour of the U.; it only lasts about 30 minutes because the place is so frickin' tiny - only 2,200 students year-round. We talk to the assistant director of admissions for a while, blah blah blah. It turns out he worked for the Blue Jays. More sports talk. We walk outside and chat with the receptionist. She calls miniature golf "putt putt" and I get confused. Her husband coaches high school basketball. More sports talk. I crawl into a safe place in my mind and die.

We meet with the head of the Archeology department. Blah blah blah. He calls soda "pop" and I laugh at his Midwestern ignorance. We go downstairs and I talk to a psych professor in charge of the Honors program and she tries to convince me that making my own classes is fun. I realize everyone in the Midwest is insane. Then we buy junk from the student store.

We drive around looking for somewhere to eat, but take pictures of the Ohio River first. We eat dinner, finally. The portions are huge, and I can't finish it, despite having eaten nothing but mints and Toblerone all day. Afterwards we drive into Kentucky for no reason and go visit the oldest library in Indiana. Dad stands around looking at Civil War books for an hour. We go back the house (which as a freaking SPINNING WHEEL in the hall for some reason, and a chair shaped like a peacock) and watch TV in my room. Dad makes me turn on soccer. I contemplate suicide, then see fireflies outside and decide that the world is nice sometimes.

I try to sleep, but the air appears to be moving. Every episode of "Haunted History" springs to mind and I quietly freak out. Finally I fall asleep.

TUESDAY
I wake up to find the bed next to mine has a dent in the pillow, as if someone had slept there. The house is haunted, confirmation.

We pack and leave. The Evansville Airport wants to shoot me when I don't have a picture ID. Isn't my Blue Cross card enough? Finally, they just let me through. We board. I freak out again, this time never calming down. Luckily, the flight is only about an hour.

We land in Atlanta and wait for our last plane. I eat some Ben and Jerry's ice cream to console myself, since I'm OBVIOUSLY gonna die on the next plane. We board once more, and they don't even ask for my ID.

The plane takes off, I freak out again, but don't cry. There are two hot brothers sitting in front of me, but I don't talk to them. They serve a salad for "snack" and I don't eat it. They show "I am Sam", which I've already seen, but I watch it again to keep my mind off impending doom. 5 hours go by. We land, get out luggage, and proceed to wait for the bus for an hour.

The bus finally comes and almost runs us off the freeway a couple of times. It drops us off by Disneyland, and we run to catch the Ball bus home. We wait for an hour, till it comes. I eat at Spires that night. And I am alive!

"I...feel so alive! For the very first time...I feel so alive!"
:: Mac 3:58 PM [+] ::
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Last quiz for the day...remember everyone, I need to make up for the day I lost!





You are the good ol' thumb! You are the family one, the one who not necessarily everyone loves but the one who everyone can't live without. Always willing to lend a hand or comfort a friend when they need it.

Which finger are you?
Take the quiz to find out.

So true. *sob* I think everyone needs to take a look at this and then buy me many presents of appreciation.

Before I forget, I brought back souvenirs for Brianna, Tracey, and Annie. They're not much (really), but if you want them there has to be a day arranged where I can get them to you. Ryan, I didn't buy you anything. I'm sorry, but then again I didn't even get my brother anything either. I brought an airsick bag home, though...do you want that? I'll even slip in a crisp one dollar bill!
:: Mac 10:11 AM [+] ::
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Now, for some frogs!

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Also known as the Smiling Tree Frog or Dumpy Tree Frog due to the nature of its appearance, this frog is a very hardy creature and a favorite pet of amateur frog owners, although some pet owners complain that they are not active enough. These frogs love to eat, which can make them quite fat, hence their "dumpy" appearance. Unlike many frogs, these frogs do well with other frogs of their species and are fairly friendly. They like a warm and moderately humid habitat and eat larger insects like crickets, cockroaches, locusts, moths and beetles.

What kind of Frog are you?
So I'm a fat, lazy frog. Fuck.

	You are Kermit! Though you're technically the star, you're pretty mellow and don't mind letting others share the spotlight. You are also something of a dreamer.
Take the What Muppet Are You? Quiz!

My favorite Muppet! I love Muppets...I even did a report on Jim Henson when I was in the sixth grade.
:: Mac 9:55 AM [+] ::
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Your pirate name is:

Mad Anne Kidd
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
I think Annie got this one too...

My insulting name is Pumpkinpenis Slutmonkey!
What's yours?

I'm not even gonna comment on this.

My Mormon name is Marcene Marlton!
What's yours?

No Mormon I've ever known (and I know quite a few, coming from a Mormon family) has EVER had a name this ugly.

I took the McDonalds test, and guess what I got?





You can take the
McDonalds Product Test by Matio64
here!

My nickname! How amazingly accurate! Even though, of course, I HATE that nickname...
:: Mac 9:46 AM [+] ::
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I'm baaaaack...And tired. I'll actually write stuff tomorrow.

My Bjork Song is Alarm Call!
	You have a great song! You are very free, and in tune with yourself. You would love if humanity could wake up, just as you have, but it doesn't seem likely. Enjoy being enlightened, and rock on! This test was created by Zid! Visit my Livejournal zidanime or my Deadjournal nexttolastsong

Take the test HERE!

Hey

It's hard to get to know you, but once people do, they're in for a wild ride. You had a rough childhood, and it reflects in your speech and mannerisms- you're focused on things like whores and crack babies, which fascinates people at first but may ultimately drive them away. Despite your somewhat depraved outward persona, you're a truly decent person who craves and deserves love and friendships.

Which Pixies song are you?

My Smiths anthem is... "How Soon Is Now?" On the up side, you are the most famous Smiths song, ever. On the down side, you are neck deep in your own problems and have this little problem with experiencing happiness for more than five minutes at a time. You'd love to have love, but are not quite sure how one goes about getting it. You are probably growing cynical. You're one of millions, but may not realize this. Look around, it's not quite so lonely being lonely. "How Soon Is Now?" is from Meat Is Murder or Best...1.

Take the What Is Your Smiths Anthem? Test

:: Mac 8:06 PM [+] ::
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I got Dave Grohl for the Nirvana quiz, but posting it did something wacky to the rest of Jennifer. Watch me not be surprised! I like Dave Grohl quite a bit, actually. I suspect that every other person on Earth who took that quiz wanted to be Kurt. How boring is that? This guy here was the comedic relief. I was actually expecting to get Kris, which would've been fine too. He was my favorite.
:: Mac 8:29 AM [+] ::
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I had a dream last night that I slept with Jack Osbourne. There was nothing at all explicit. One minute we were talking in his bedroom, the next we were outside and he announced to his family that we'd done it. Then they asked when we were going to do it again. How incredibly weird, since I don't even watch that show.

This is the last entry until the trip. I'd like it down in writing that I'm still scared, right up until this very moment and beyond. I wish I wasn't. Okay. Now, for the normal quizzes...






What Type of Villain are You?

mutedfaith.com /
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I have no qualms with this whatsoever...the picture's not the greatest, though.


What kind of drunk are you?

Hahaha!! Yeah.
:: Mac 8:12 AM [+] ::
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You may be wondering, "What the hell's going on with all these quizzes? Doesn't she write anything? Does she not realize that quizzes are sophomoric and trivial, complete wastes of space?" Well, the answer is as such:

I like quizzes. They take my mind off things, and at times have a bit of insight. However, I take quite a few of them (obviously), so I can't post them fast enough. I e-mail the results to myself so I can lovingly display them on Jennifer at a later date, which also explains why I'm often slow to put up a quiz my friends showed weeks ago. There are so many now because I have eight e-mails worth of the things waiting to go up, and I want to clean out my mailbox. I also don't like the idea that quizzes shouldn't be on blogs or whatnot; this is just snobbery. In fact, more often than not quizless blogs are BORING! I don't know these people, so reading their stuff is meaningless. At least if quizzes are up there are nice pictures to look at.
:: Mac 4:12 PM [+] ::
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I ended up not going to Wango Tango, for which I feel extremely grateful and guilty. I know my mom really wanted us to spend some time together, but I'm exhausted! I need to rest up for tomorrow. Tomorrow being...the trip.

I think I'm looking at the whole flying situation more rationally; I'm less terrified than before. Of course, that's very likely to change once I'm actually on the plane and it's starting to move. The last time I flew, I got through the experience by popping what my mother vaguely told me were "nervous pills", but even though I've obtained something similar for this trip, I don't want to get caught with them in the airport, since everything's stricter and such now. They're prescription drugs, after all, to which I have no prescription.

Damn, I'm still scared! I'm such a wimp. I need to calm down.
:: Mac 3:01 PM [+] ::
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Which Angelina Are You?

I didn't know she was in this movie! Yet this is one of the more accurate quizzes I've taken...


Which Winona Are You?

Yeah, this is also very true. Whoever made these ones are talented!
:: Mac 11:38 AM [+] ::
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Which Action Star Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

An archeologist...How perfect! Except for the "get the girl" part...

PG-13

Now we're getting somewhere - your actions are
now past pre-teen level, and you're beginning to
display some more mature content in your life

"Which Movie Classification Are You?"
Test created by Jamie - take it here.

Yeah, I have been in need of mature content.
:: Mac 11:28 AM [+] ::
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