:: My Blog's Name is Jennifer ::

:: Saturday, September 28, 2002 ::

"Having babies is tough. It hurts when the baby comes out." - Comedy Central commercial
:: Mac 5:01 PM [+] ::
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Further proof that my school rocks: there's a "Massage-athon" this Tuesday. Massage...athon. Reasonable prices, too - $3 for fifteen minutes, $5 for a half hour. I think I have room in my budget for that.
:: Mac 1:03 PM [+] ::
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My Romance Meter

Optimist 80% . . 20% Cynic Close 86% . . 14% Distant Long Term 82% . . 18% Brief

What does my romance meter read?

:: Mac 9:57 AM [+] ::
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I forgot to announce that my dad sent me a Star Wars cup and bowl set the other day. Now I can eat off Ewan McGregor's face whenever I want to.
:: Mac 9:56 AM [+] ::
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Take the Which Beatle Kid Are You? Quiz by indefinitley.



Fuck the maker of this quiz! Fuck them up their stupid ass. (Random Jay and Silent Bob ref, yes.) Sean Lennon is SO talented...ever listen to Cibo Mato? He's in that band, and they rock in that funky Japanese "What the hell are they saying?" way.
:: Mac 3:30 PM [+] ::
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The first thing I did upon going to work today was go right back outside to the dining center to get cookies. I was actually told to do that, since my department was giving away cookies and ice cream in honor of the grand opening of the Ridgeway Center. The last thing I did was take at least half a dozen more cookies because almost no one showed up for any. Another student worker took at least twice as much as me, and there was still a lot left. I love my job.
:: Mac 3:29 PM [+] ::
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:: Mac 5:59 AM [+] ::
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Finally finished my Philosophy paper. Now must proof read and create title and Works Cited pages. What fun.
:: Mac 5:58 AM [+] ::
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. . . What is my spectrum? I am green: My main color is green. I like to have fun and comfort. Happiness is the marker of a great life. . What is my spectrum?

:: Mac 6:24 AM [+] ::
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Still haven't finished my Philo essay. It's due tomorrow. I got more of it done, though...now I just need to talk about Aquinas' faults, all about Paley and his problems, a posteriori, why people need a rational argument, and the conclusion. Dammit.
:: Mac 6:22 AM [+] ::
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What Do You Wear to Bed?

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I wore my pjs to watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail last night...
:: Mac 6:09 AM [+] ::
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One and half pages, one and a half pages! I wrote one and a half pages tonight! WHEEEEE!! Only at least two and a half pages more to go! Yay! Wait...I've barely even scratched on anything in the subject...oh fuck. Now I don't feel as happy. Well, at least I finished my intro and explanations of Anselm and the a priori argument. I still have to say how they were bad, though. Cripes. And Aquinas. I have to talk about Aquinas. When I talk about Aquinas, how both him, Anselm, and the a priori argument are flawed, and discuss a posteriori, THEN I will be halfway done!! Yipee!!

...I'm gonna go cry now...
:: Mac 8:26 PM [+] ::
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This morning, I got the following question from Marion via email -

"If you had to go on a medieval-type quest, who would you want in your "crew"? you can have two different "crews" of 8 people. The first one is of REAL people, and you don't have to know them personally, you just have to know first/last names...The second one is of FICTIONAL characters (and yes, they can be magickal...), but you can't have any more than two characters from one story (i.e. - you can't just bring along "The Fellowship of the Ring"...get it?)"

Here is my answer -

It's only 8 AM here, so I've given it very intense, but skiewed thought. Here's the "real person" list:

1. Jesus - 'cause he can multiply the fishes and stuff. We'll always have food. Plus, there're the miracles and whatnot.
2. Prince William - so we can have the backing of England.
3. Vin Diesal - he looks like a strong guy, so he can carry my stuff.
4. Ewan McGregor - well, he's been in the North Pole, I hear, so he probably knows his nature and how to get along in the elements.
5. Magician Lance Burton - so he can stun our enemies.
6. Ozzy Osbourne - come on, he's scary!
7. Conan O'Brien - I need someone to make me laugh.
8. Britney Spears - someone I can sell into slavery for free passage into enemy territory if need be.

Fictional crew:

1. Arigorn from Lord of the Rings - more reliable than Gandalf, more loyal than anyone but Samwise, yet still powerful.
2. Iceman from X-Men - he's got awesome powers, plus he's funny.
3. Cupid from Hercules - we could use his love powers to our advantage; plus, he's hot.
4. Crowley from Good Omens - he's a demon with cool demon powers, but he has a heart of gold. Kinda.
5. Enkidu from Gilgamesh - he's just as strong as Gilgamesh, but is more loyal and reliable; and he can interpret dreams! Neat!
6. Li Shang from Mulan - strong, and he can teach everyone else how to fight!
7. Tarzan - he can talk to animals and stuff!
8. Supergirl - I need a girl to talk to, and she's pretty damn powerful.

The only choice I now regret is Britney Spears. I should've picked Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter instead. He could tame the beasts and get our meat, and if I REALLY needed to sell anyone into slavery, he could easily be used for the same purpose. Or Vin Diesal. They were kinda the gimps of my group.


:: Mac 8:08 PM [+] ::
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What Drag Queen Diva Are You?





:: Mac 8:50 AM [+] ::
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Still haven't written any of my Philosophy paper. It is due on Thursday. But I HAVE begun planning it. So there. Feh.
:: Mac 8:50 AM [+] ::
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My College Is:

Evansville University Students at Evansville University are very studious. Students at Evansville University masturbate a lot. 40% of freshmen are slaves. Booze is the drug of choice. The average GPA is 3

Enroll

:: Mac 8:48 PM [+] ::
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Writing papers is hard. But at least I'm planning.
:: Mac 6:49 PM [+] ::
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I want a good entry today, so I'm typing up something I wrote early last year, probably in October, at a time when I should've been doing something constructive in Mock Trial. Before you read it, note that I was NOT feeling well that day and was somewhat out of my mind. And here we go, stream of consciousness...


These are the rambling thoughts of a sick person. Why am I sick? Has God forsaken me? My head hurts like a mother fucker. Why am I wasting my time in Mock Trial for two hours every day. Notice there is no question mark at the end of the sentence. Uh huh. You know what I mean.

I wish I was a pirate. Pirates can just swing around on their ships and laugh heartily at the foolishness of their first mates all the live long day. They don't give a damn about Mock Trial and they only get headaches when they drink too much good Enlish ale.

I just want to beat my head on the fucking linoleum floor until my brains are splattered all over the place and the headache's gone. But then I'll probably have to clean up the mess. So just forget it.

I guess I should tab these paragraphs. OK they're tabbed.

I feel very tired and alone. So much is going on around me, and I'm just sitting here, typing. Typing. Sometimes I walk around with this lingering idea that if I dropped dead right in the middle of the quad no one would care; they'd all just step over me and keep going. I wonder how it would be to NEVER have these thoughts, to think so much of myself and be so damn confident that I would be without doubt that people would grieve and wail and tear their hair out over me. I am much too realistic to think that. I mean, some guy a couple years ago threatened to kill his ex-girlfriend, led police on a chase, and shot himself in the head, and no one even cares anymore, no one talks about it.

My head doesn't hurt anymore. Well, just a little, when I think about it.

Every once in a while I forget to breathe. It's all supposed to be automatic, but it's really not. It requires a thought now and then. I like it when I forget, though. It's a quiet reminder how easy it is to stop, be careful, be safe. It's a warning, that's what it is. It's like God flicking your ear and saying, hey stupid, I'm not gonna sit around doing everything for you, shake a leg dumbass, get going.

Fred Astaire could dance. He tapped all over the place, with or without Ginger, and gave millions of people joy. But who thinks about Fred Astaire anymore? Who talks about Mother Teresa now that she's dead? We don't remember the good ones. They're not sordid and grisly; we don't talk about them behind our hands. We remember the Hitlers, the Neros, the Vlads, and the Pharaohs. Someday, when mankind as we know it is gone, these are the figures that will endure to paint a portrait of us. We'll be described by some race of higher beings as blood-thirsty, churlish, and horrific. And this is what we want, apparently. Is this the kind of person I need to be to be remembered?

There's the headache again, situated vicariously between my eyes, then moving over, to my temples, hidden and bulging beneath the soft curve of my skull.

I feel like free-falling, just taking a running start and jumping off a cliff. I'll close my eyes, spread my arms, smile, and just let myself fall, fall, like that little anime character on my friend's pencil case who's thinking, I always dream to fly. Just like me. I always dream to fly, but I never ever can.

The headache is an ache in my molars now, grinding and dull. And now it's in my neck, all static and waves, hopefully someday done.




:: Mac 4:47 PM [+] ::
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I really need to fucking start my damn Philosophy paper. Actually, I just wanted to use two curse words in the same sentence. Wait, but I DO still need to write it...shite.

That reminds me - former OL leader Annie also loves Ewan McGregor. She was very excited to learn I have an autographed picture of him...only not with me here. Curses.
:: Mac 9:32 AM [+] ::
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:: Mac 9:23 AM [+] ::
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I finally went to the Evansville Mall yesterday, which is surprisingly large, around the size of the bottom half of the Main Place...no second story. They had mysterious departments stores I'd never heard of before, like...I can't remember the name. But I went in there. It was expensive. We really went so I could buy Jessi a late birthday present at Hot Topic. Guys, the Hot Topic sig nhere isn't red or really cool like back home. It's green. So it the Spencer's sign. But the store was way bigger than the one at the Main Place, and they had Johnny and Happy Noodle Boy shirts! I wanted one for myself, but bought Jessi her Jay & Silent Bob shirt instead. Hooray.
:: Mac 11:26 AM [+] ::
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Take the Dessert Quiz


I agree. So why does no one notice me? *sob*
:: Mac 7:47 AM [+] ::
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I realize that I haven't written in several days. Why? Because I am very, very lazy. Well, so what's been going on in my life? Um, it's raining pretty damn hard and I got two papercuts at work today. Fun fun fun.
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:: Mac 3:49 PM [+] ::
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Take the Anime soundtrack Quiz

:: Mac 5:49 AM [+] ::
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Take this Quiz


Um, I don't really understand this, but okay.
:: Mac 5:36 AM [+] ::
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My umbrella is the best umbrella 'cause it has my inititals written on the bottom with purple nail polish.
:: Mac 12:52 PM [+] ::
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It is frickin' POURING rain out here. I'm just sitting here, doing my little Internet thing, and then I glance casually out the window to see the DELUGE happening again. Yet it's still comfy warm in my room. Yay.

Happy birthday wishes go out to Jessi, my college buddy. She can now buy a sword legally.
:: Mac 12:43 PM [+] ::
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Which Sim Are You?

:: Mac 5:50 AM [+] ::
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I just went to the student health center because of this humongus bug bite I got. I felt so stupid, "Uhhh, I'm a big baby and this bug bite scares me." Especially when some poor guy with an actual problem (a broken arm) came walking out of the examining room. They gave me some cream and told me to get lost. Well, not exactly. The nurse lady looked at it, measured it, and then gave me some cream and told me to come back tomorrow if it gets worse. Damn, this is a really big bug bite.
:: Mac 8:18 AM [+] ::
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Your Secret Fetish Is Piercings!

Not only is the pain a big rush, as you know, piercings are a great sexual enhancer.


Sure, you may not be able to get a job with your punctured face,


but you will have incredible sex!


Kiss and suck away, but don't get your piercings locked with your lover's.



What's *Your* Secret Fetish? Click Here to Find Out!

:: Mac 6:29 AM [+] ::
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I just got back from the "Chinese Mulan Party" with Jessi, Maria, and Richard. We're reading The Tao Te Ching in my World Cultures class, so we figured, why not have fun with it? We got Chinese food, watched Mulan, and somehow managed to not discuss the book at all. Oh well! I haven't finished reading it anyway...and it's due to be finished by tomorrow...eh, I'll have time. It's only 10:38.
:: Mac 8:39 PM [+] ::
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Take the Hey Hey, Which Monkee Are You? Quiz.

:: Mac 10:06 PM [+] ::
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I have now seen two episodes of Tenchi Muyo. In spite of myself and my professed distaste for all anime, I'd like to see more. Big-breasted androids from outer space? Who could want more?
:: Mac 8:32 PM [+] ::
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My dinner conversation tonight dealt with sexual harrassment, which was rather interesting to discuss. Unfortunately, those of us talking about it probably came off as racists, because a lot of the instances we were talking about dealt with Hispanic men. Well, it's not as if I chose to be harrassed by mainly Hispanic men! That's just the way it's been for me, like the time when I was eleven and some guy flashed me while I was riding my bike. I also realized that I've had, or at least come into contact with, three scary teachers like that, one in my first junior high, one at Ball, and one at Loara. I'm betting some of the girls who went to the schools and read Jennifer know to whom I'm referring. Luckily, neither of the men of the latter two schools still work there. I don't know about that shop teacher at my first school, though...
:: Mac 6:25 PM [+] ::
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So I stayed up to watch Jason Lee on Conan last night. I watched the monologue. I watched the little skit-type thing they did dealing with the new school year. I watched the first guest, Al Franken, who, though hilarious, really shouldn't have gotten first guest status. I watched Conan announce that Jason Lee was next.

Then I don't know WHAT happened.

The next thing I remember, there was two minutes left of the show and some band was playing. I fell asleep. Dammit, I fell asleep at the exact WRONG moment. Well, at least I can watch it on Comedy Central on Monday. It'll be vintage, but it'll still be the same interview.
:: Mac 9:29 AM [+] ::
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How Are You Smart?

:: Mac 9:26 AM [+] ::
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Reminder to self: Stay up long enough to watch Jason Lee on Conan...
:: Mac 3:19 PM [+] ::
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Take the Which Wonder Years Character are you? quiz by Ben.

Times like this, I miss Mr. Klevos.
:: Mac 6:25 AM [+] ::
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Hmmm, I'm supposed to be calling my older brother right now. I promised my dad. AND I still haven't done my homework yet, which I'll have to turn in at 9 AM tomorrow morning. Mackenzie, putting things off? I must be going insane with lack of sleep and incessent cricket chirping! Yikes! Well, at least I've compiled a list of all my television channels. Does anyone else get cable at college?
:: Mac 8:32 PM [+] ::
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I should be doing my Spanish homework, yet here I am on the Internet at 10:07 PM! Make that 10:08! Hahahahaha!
:: Mac 8:08 PM [+] ::
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Song stuck in my head at this given moment - "Honor To Us All" from Mulan. Gah!! Why did I listen to this today?? What was going through my head when I thought, hey, this'd be a good song to listen to?? I'd like to go and kill those two annoying grandmother ladies. Stop dissing Mulan, bee-yotches. She be bringin' honor, don't you worry...
:: Mac 7:49 PM [+] ::
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I bought this huge jug of Hawaiin Punch at Wal-Mart (see a previous entry), but it is SO damn huge that I cannot shake it properly. Thus, all the wonderful syrup that makes Hawaiin Punch the most delicious liquid known to Man is stuck on the bottom, and the drinks I get are very salty. I stare at that jug every day, loathing it for the very reason I purchased it. Then it laughs at me for a while, and I go curl up in a corner and cry.
:: Mac 7:28 PM [+] ::
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I just heard some girl say, "Something is better than nothing." By extension, she is saying, "Some is better than none." I have heard this little saying more than once, and I would like to refute that. Here are some examples that, if you were to take her statement as true, must also be true:

* Some gonerhhea is better than no gonerhhea.

* Some mass genocide is better than no mass genocide.

* Some salty Hawaiin Punch is better than no salty Hawaiin Punch.

Damn, I am just so philosophical...
:: Mac 5:06 PM [+] ::
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What is your Alter-Ego
Personality?

:: Mac 6:29 AM [+] ::
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Arg, damn that last quiz! Somehow, it has inhibited me from not only going back and editing it so not everything is centered, but it's somehow made the Shout Out button useless got its particulr entry. This never would've happened if my giant list of tests weren't on the fritz.
:: Mac 6:20 AM [+] ::
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~ Take the Quiz at :: Mac 6:16 AM [+] ::
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I got a paper cut from working with all that paper today. Damn you, work. I am officially disgruntled.
:: Mac 8:04 PM [+] ::
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Work was more fun than yesterday, probably because I started talking to my fellow work study participants. One, Kelly, is from St. Louis and seems to know how to do everything, since she's been on the job for to years now. The other, Cassie, is from Alaska, thus becoming the first Alaskan I've ever met. Like me, she has a tendancy to wear sweatshirts even when it's far too hot to be doing so, and has really long hair. We bonded over copying and shredding.
:: Mac 2:48 PM [+] ::
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I'm Joel. Which Late Night with Conan O'Brien Recurring Character are You? by Clicks and Buzzes
:: Mac 6:36 AM [+] ::
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Interesting that today I have several things to talk about. Just one of those days, I suppose.

I didn't realize until recently that I am, by nature, a giggler. This giggling deals almost exclusively with guys. How embarrassing. Like my friend Maria, who's really really cool, knows I think Big Tall English Guy (whose name, incidentally, is Ben, with the nickname Big Ben) is cute, so she made me go get her ice cream while he was getting some. Giggles. And I didn't even talk to him or anything. Then she made a paper airplane that said "Hey Ben! Someone at this table likes you!" but I managed to destroy it.

I ate dinner with Maria and several of her friends, whom I'd never met before, tonight. One of them I did know beforehand, Richard from my Philo class. I think one of the other girls likes him. But anyway, I had a lot of fun with them. As it turns out, Richard was a drama geek in high school too, also a student director for his musical one year. We also live in the same dorm and walked home together afterwards, and had a really long chat.

Another thing about me is I love getting compliments. If someone tells me they like my shirt, they're my new best friend for life. Well, Richard told me I was pretty. No guy has ever told me that before. My reaction:

"...let's get married."

Okay, not really. But still. We hugged goodnight, cheek to cheek. Tonight was nice.
:: Mac 6:50 PM [+] ::
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Work wasn't that bad. There was an unfortunate incident with a paper cutter, and it took me far too long to figure out how to work a typewriter, but otherwise it was pretty much without incident. At least I get to hang out in air conditioning for several hours a day, away from the searing heat. What's more...I've found my calling. Some of you may remember my dream to be a bus driver. Those who REALLY know me will recall my hopes of becoming a professional caveman. Well, that's the past. I have found my career.

Paper shredder.

It's sooooo great! You just take out any staples, and in the machine it goes! Just like that. After a while, you put the strips in a trashbag, but that's it! All you have to do is stand around, thinking you own thoughts. In fact, I composed most of this entry while shredding interesting documents. If that Archeology thing falls through, this is what I'm going to be doing for a living. Definitely.
:: Mac 5:44 PM [+] ::
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I can't believe I have to actually work today. Oh, did I tell everyone that I have a job? I don't think so. Well, I do. I will be filing and typing and doing various other officey things for no more than two hours every week day afternoon. No, it doesn't sound like very much at all. I know. But still - that's two hours each day that I'd rather be spending staring blankly at the wall. Oh, and I never learned how to type write. Yep. Fun fun fun.
:: Mac 11:05 AM [+] ::
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"Socrates was REALLY annoying." - Dr. Ernsting
:: Mac 11:02 AM [+] ::
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Your magical style is Psychic.

What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox


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