:: My Blog's Name is Jennifer ::

:: Friday, February 28, 2003 ::

Special birthday greetings go out to Tracey, who turned nineteen today. I sincerely hope her birthday wish of Hugh Jackman leaving his old grandmotherly wife for her comes true. Then maybe I could meet movie stars at their palatial estate. Tha twould be pretty awesome.

Moreover, birthday greetings go out to myself. I too turned nineteen this day, and I must say it was a great birthday. First of all, everyone go to Jessi's journal and look at the birthday card she made me. Then come back here. I'll wait here.

Anyway, I got many most wonderful cards from numerous people, including Tracey and Annie and Kim. Thaaaaaank you!!

Later in the day, I went to Jessi's dorm room on the pretense of getting a birthday present from her, only to discover that there was a SURPRISE PARTY waiting for me!! It was a surprise party of five people, counting myself (me, Larry, Jessi, David, and Andy), but it was my very first one nonetheless! So I got a cake (chocolate and cream cheese, mmmmm) and a game of pin the tail on the donkey. And the presents - oh my. Usually my birthday consists of checks, but THIS one - wow. Jessi got me a bag with GIR on it. Later on, Jared gave me a small goat. And Larry...jeez. My boyfriend is spoiling me TERRIBLY. His mother got me stationery and a photo albumn, and he got me a The Princess Bride and Clerks DVDS - and a DVD player to go along with them. Wow.

Later on, we ate at Chili's. Mmmmmmmmm.

Best birthday away from home ever.
:: Mac 9:25 PM [+] ::
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YOU LIVE IN A WALMART BAG!!!


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:: Mac 9:44 AM [+] ::
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Seven years ago today, my grandmother passed away. God, I miss her. Even when I can't cry about anything else, I can cry for her.

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:: Mac 8:39 PM [+] ::
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I've discovered that one of my biggest pet peeves is the sound of other people eating. God, it drives me nuts. Even the sound of MYSELF eating bothers me. Mind you, if it's multiple people eating, that's just fine. But ONE person eating alone...arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! I have no idea why this annoys me so very very much!

This rant is brought to you by the fact that Mackenzie's roommate just ate a banana and graham crackers.
:: Mac 7:47 PM [+] ::
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From AOL News:

"In Southern California, snow fell at elevations as low as 4,500 feet after a Pacific storm moved east from the Los Angeles Basin. A motorist whose pickup truck skidded off the Pasadena Freeway and plunged into a waterway was rescued by a Los Angeles fire helicopter crew in the early morning darkness."

Wow. Seriously?
:: Mac 2:25 PM [+] ::
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What type of slash writer are you?

:: Mac 2:25 PM [+] ::
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:: Mac 9:58 PM [+] ::
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Apparently, my older brother thought I was turning 20 as well. Thanks a lot, guys. I feel really important now. And as it turns out, at the age of 27 he finally got his driver's licensce, beating me finally. He says his next step is getting a go-ped licensce.

Part of a conversation with my father:

Dad: I have something to tell you, but you have to promise not to tell your mom.

Me: Huh? Did you say I have to promise not to kill Mom?

Dad: No...I would NEVER make you promise that.

What I did today...hmm...Class, work, meals, working on my Archaeology 106 paper, pretty much. And talking to Larry, but of course. That's a given. Oh! I went into the all-boys' dorm for the first time today! That makes five out of seven I have been in. I was getting some books from my friend Josh (I know so many...), and BOY does he like Batman! How awesome. Oh, I rarely post online conversations here, but I thought this one was kind of funny. This is one with my friend Andy:

Andy: Guess what? I got my chest stapled today!
MizzMarvelUE: Why?!
Andy: my boss was screwing around with a staple gun that he thought was empty, put it against my chest and squeezed. Apparantly there was one left in it.
Andy: I kinda looked down at myt shirt and noticed it was sticking to me.
MizzMarvelUE: Did it hurt?
Andy: Not really, It was just a staple, but it shocked me a little.
Andy: so now II have 2 small holes in my chest about a half inch deep
MizzMarvelUE: Now you have a conversation starter for the ladies. You just have to have a reason to take your shirt off.
Andy: Sweet
Andy: I'm just glad he missed my nipple
MizzMarvelUE: Oh, THAT would not have been pleasant. No siree.
Andy: I might have gotten a day off out of it though...
MizzMarvelUE: Hmm. I think you should've just being stapled a little.
Andy: not likely
Andy: I didn't even get a break
MizzMarvelUE: Sue them. Go on the Peoples Court.
Andy: But then I wouldn't have a job. Decisions, decisions
MizzMarvelUE: But you could have millions of $$$ instead.
Andy: I'm not sure they give millions for staple holes. They'll probably be healed by tomorrow anyway
Andy: With my luck, I'd lose the case and then be fired for wasting company supplies
MizzMarvelUE: Milk it for all it's worth. If you want, I'll go over to your room and shoot more staples at you so it'll look worse. Just because you're my friend.
Andy: You're so damn sweet, it makes me wanna cry
Andy: and bleed
:: Mac 9:10 PM [+] ::
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Annie asked me to post about my plans for the future. So here it is:

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Well, I guess I can get a little more detailed than that. I plan on getting my BA in Archaeology in 2006 and going on to graduate school. I have no specific idea of where exactly, since I have a little time to think on that, but I'm sort of leaning towards staying out east a bit. I think I could possibly go to school on Boston, where my cousin lives and teaches, so that'd be nice. Or I could stay in Indiana, or go back to California. Who knows? I have a couple years.

I might also try and get a teaching credential and teach for a few years before entering grad school so I can save up a little money, in which case I will almost definitely go back to California, since CSUF has a great teaching program anyway and is relatively cheap.

Ultimately, I want to be a salvage archaeologist (which means I go out to possible sites that are about to be destroyed due to construction or whatnot and try to save whatever possible) or work in a museum. The former is more likely, since the goverment hires a lot of salvage archaeologists and museum people tend to linger around forever until they die, and only then do they hire again.

Then there is my greatest dream - to have my own show on the History Channel.

And I also want to become at least partially robotic.

Only time will tell.
:: Mac 9:41 AM [+] ::
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Speaking of birthdays, when I spoke to my mother last night, in all seriousness she asked me, "You're going to be 20, right?" My own mother doesn't know how old I am. For God's sake, I know how old SHE is, and I wasn't even alive when SHE was born! But in all fairness, I think she'd been drinking when I talked to her.
:: Mac 9:31 AM [+] ::
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Happy 27th Birthday to my older brother, Josh. I know he doesn't have a computer, or even knows this blog exists to check it for that lovely birthday greeting. Oh well. It's the thought that counts.
:: Mac 9:28 AM [+] ::
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I'm "Me fail English? That's unpossiible!" Which Ralph Wiggumism are You? by CaB.
:: Mac 9:27 AM [+] ::
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This is crap. I have no idea WHY, but my Buddy List won't pop up and I can't give/send IMs. Arrr, I HATE this. It feels like I've been cut off from the world. All I know to troubleshoot this is to sign on another screen name and restart the computer, neither of which is working. This BOTHERRRRRRRRSS me...

Also, tonight I got together with my Archaeology 320 group and we finished up our problem, which I don't think I ever discussed in Jennifer. Oh well. Together, we are all fairly hilarious with our archaeology jokes, but everyone else on Earth would probably just think we're the lamest idiots on the planet. Also, one of them, Josh, reads comic books. God, I'm so excited. I haven't had a real life comic friend in...well, forever I think. Awesome.
:: Mac 7:49 PM [+] ::
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Your Heart is Red


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:: Mac 12:34 PM [+] ::
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I've heard at least one of my California friends wish they could be in a place that snowed. Don't. After the first snow of the season or so, it begins to steadily lose its niceness, and then all you're left with is cold and wet shoes. Also, when you live in a town with NO SNOW PLOW, it can get somewhat difficult to drive.

As you all have to know, Friday was Valentine's Day. Some of you probably had a pretty good holiday. Maybe even a great one. Well, I have bad news for you - it was in no way better than mine. It's just not possible. I'm looking at the beautiful red roses Larry gave me, and I know beyond doubt that I have the best boyfriend in the world.

Larry came and picked me up that afternoon so I could spend the weekend with him up where he lives, which is near Indianapolis. I got to meet the family and friends, which means I now know how to picture all these people when he talks about them. On Saturday we ended up going to see Daredevil (which apparently, after reading a few journals, everyone and their mother went to see this weekend), which was surprisingly decent, though the best part was really the X2 trailer.

Hmmm. You know, I could go ahead and really give a detailed play by play of how the weekend went and everything, but there's no way I can accurately describe just how awesome this Valentine's Day was, or how special Larry made me feel. Just take my word for it.


What Pattern Are You?

:: Mac 6:23 PM [+] ::
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I feel the need to talk about Trent some more, probably because I've basically been thinking about him all day. I kept hoping that maybe someone along the line had misunderstood and it was another Trent who'd died, and I'd see him today and just laugh in relief and hug him and feel better instantly. But no, this IS my friend who's died, and even though he wasn't a close friend I'm feeling it strongly.

The weird thing is that I mentioned him the night he died. This friend of my roommate was talking about how much she hates frats and the guys in them, and I said that actually, my friend Trent's in Sig Ep and he's really nice. Come to think of it, when I said that Trent was actually already dead.

Almost all my socializing with Trent happened in the Harpers Dining Center. He'd eat with Jessi and I sometimes, and he always came off as really nice and funny, not your usual "frat boy." We always said hi and chatted when we saw each other, and the conversations were always pleasant and ended in a laugh.

But the last time I saw him was a little over a week ago. I was running an errand for work, and it was cold, windy, and a little snowy outside. I saw someone at a distance who looked familiar, but without my glasses I didn't recognize him at first, since he'd recently shaved off his prominent goatee. He'd been let out of his World Cultures class early, it turned out, so he nothing to do. We talked for a little while - I can't really remember about what - and he ended up walking me back to the front door of my work, where we said goodbye, and I DO remember thinking, 'God, what a good guy.'

And he really was a good guy, so I'm having trouble understand WHY he had to die so young. They say that he died instantly like it's supposed to be some kind of consolation, but how is it better or fair that something as important as a person's life can end in an instant? One second he's my friend Trent who I eat with sometimes with the brown hair and funny voice, and then he's my DEAD friend Trent who got killed for a reason as stupid as drunk driving. And I think about his parents and family, and how they must be thinking if only they hadn't sent him to go to school in Evansville, or if only they'd told him not to drive in case of bad weather, if only if only if only, then he'd still be alive. I didn't even know him very well and I'm crying and feeling horrible, can you imagine how the people who truly loved him feel right now? God, he was only 19!

I think I need to go lie down for a while.
:: Mac 3:51 PM [+] ::
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Fatal Accident on State Road 63

"At 8:35 last night, Vermillion County dispatcher got a call of a pick-up driving northbound in the southbound lanes of state road 63. The caller says the pick-up was travelling at a high rate of speed, and deputies could not catch up to the driver in time to prevent the accident. The Vermillion County Sheriff`s Department says the pick-up driven by 44-year old Arnold Kemper of Paris, Illinois, collided with a Toyota Camry driven by 19-year old Trent Zuehsow of Laotto.

Coroner Ron McDonald pronounced Zuehsow dead at the scene.

Kemper was rushed to west Central Hospital in Clinton where he was pronounced dead on arrival. The sheriff`s department says Kemper had a blood alcohol content of .19. Deputies also say there were empty beer cans in Kemper`s pick-up. There was also marijuana on his person."

A DRUNK DRIVER?! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

The fact that the driver was killed too is no consolation. Neither is the fact that Trent was pronounced dead by a person with the same name as a prominent clown.
:: Mac 3:18 PM [+] ::
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From the UE boards:

"It is with great sadness that we inform you of the weekend death of freshman Trent Zuehsow.

Trent was instantly killed in a traffic accident on Saturday night."
:: Mac 9:36 AM [+] ::
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Last night I went to my roommate's friend's apartment and just hung out with all them for a while. I don't usually go out, so it was nice to go out and relax, doing nothing at all. It made me feel very normal, for once in my life.

Today was not so good. I need to talk to a certain friend about how when I tell her things in confidence, that means NOT to tell the person it partly concerns and twist it around. I have no idea what she was thinking at all.

Also, there's the strong posssibility that a friend of mine may have passed away last night.

Enjoy this light hearted quiz result so you don't get depressed like me.
:: Mac 4:58 PM [+] ::
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Do I even need to say Pervy Hobbit Fancier? XD


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:: Mac 8:48 AM [+] ::
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Apparently, I'm on the Dean's List. I didn't even know my school had a Dean's List.
:: Mac 9:29 PM [+] ::
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Well, Annie commented to me about a dream she had, so I'll start this entry with a dream I had last night. Well, atcually, I have no idea what happened through most of it. But at the end, I was in a jungle, but not a REAL jungle. It looked like a SNES version of a jungle. So I was singing this song, which apparently sounded strikingly similar to another song, because God Himself said:

"Oh, I've heard that song before!"

To which I replied indignantly, "It's not the same song!!"

Which I said out loud, since I woke up in time to hear my roommate answer, "It sure isn't!"

Then I gave some garbled explanation and went back to sleep for several more hours.

Things have been happening over here, but I'm just too lazy to write lately. Larry came to visit me last weekend, and he's visiting again next weekend for Valentine's. Which, I might add, will be the first Valentine's where it's not just giving my friends little X-Men cards (which I can't find this year!). A REAL Valentine's. Where I actually have a "valentine" who's not my mom or grandma or someone.

So I'm cleaning out the pockets of my green jacket, and apparently I should clean it more often. Here's what I found:

* one Orbit gum wrapper.
* Wet 'n' Wild truffle-flavored lip balm
* a broken Loara HS Saxons Student of the Month keychain
* a broken keychain that has a little verse about my name
* a Valentine from Lisa (!) - 'Be Mine or Die'
* quotes I took for an article I wrote for the Saxon Shield about the holidays...in December or November of 2001
* a note I wrote to Josh B., who then answered it ("Dear Josh, Robert is funny looking. How are you? I am fine. See you when you turn around to talk to me again. - Mackenzie...Dear Mack, It is time for lunch, Bye, Josh.")
* about one page of a bad, unfinished fic I was writing

I would like to assure everyone that I rarely wear old greenie anymore, and that I think I washed it at some point (it has to be dry cleaned) and just put all the stuff back in the pockets.

Hmmm...HMMM...I think that's all I have to say for now...maybe I'll write more later. No, probably not.


Pete & Pete. So, your younger brother has a tattoo
and you don't, what could be worse? At least
your names aren't Tracey or Brianna.


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