:: My Blog's Name is Jennifer ::

:: Sunday, August 31, 2003 ::

Analysis of my classes:

1. Latin - Latin is hard, it seems. It's been five years since I started learning my last language, and I've forgotten the initial difficulty of the task. At least, it's hard when working from the text's instructions. Maybe the prof's clarification will help me out. Also, studying my notes, which I haven't.

2. Rome - I like it. But I like Rome, so where's the surprise? I'm also surrounded by Arch buddies in this class, so we're total smart asses and probably annoying the prof, but I figure that's what I'm best for, so I'm not likely to stop.

3. Writing - I think I'll be enjoying this class, and it seems like it won't be too hard, or have too much work.

4. Greek/Roman Scuplture - Lots of reading. About 100 pages per class. I'll have to write a 12-15 page paper late on. Scary, even though I've gotten close; the longest one I've written was eight pages. Oh well, it's a 300-level, what can I expect?

5. Surveying - The teacher is not a prof, but a private engineer of sorts, and while the classes will be long, there seem to be no tests. Homework, yes, and reading, but no tests. Hurrah! Teach doesn't seem too serious about it (he commented about this the class interfering with his "beer time"), so I'm not going to get too worried. My pal Andrew turns out to be supposedly good in math, so I'll just be depending on him very heavily. No big, I think (and hope).

That is all.
:: Mac 8:33 PM [+] ::
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Hey, what's this pop-up here? What, a "Kristine" likes to make new friends, and she wants me to go take a look at her webcam? Having fun with some friends of hers, eh? Well, gee whiz, I like new friends and fun too! Let's have a looksy.

Dopey dopey dope.

OH GOD NO KRISTINE, DON'T DO THAT TO THE NICE PONY
:: Mac 6:48 PM [+] ::
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I am now in Indiana and preparing for the first day of class tomorrow. Here's my schedule, for those who care about it:

MWF - 9:00 am - Latin 111
MWF - 12:00 pm - Evolution of Rome
TT - 9:30 am - Writing 205
TT - 11:00 am - Greek/Roman Sculpture
TT - 2:00 pm - Engineering 283

I wasn't too worried about this load when I first signed up for it, but now I am. Latin won't be so bad I think, except the professor's a little tough. He also teaches the sculpture class, which is 300 level and will be scary. Writing probably won't be a big deal, and the Rome class I'll most likely really enjoy. Now, the Engineering class...I opened up the textbook yesterday and found, lo and behold, A WHOLE BUNCH OF FRIGGIN' TRIG! Lord have mercy!

That scares me.
:: Mac 5:15 PM [+] ::
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Fare thee well, California suckers! I'm off to Indiana, where the people are liberal, the beaches are pristine, and there's all the free sushi you can eat!

Oh wait, it has none of those things. I'm going to have to ponder this "going away to college" thing more thoroughly.
:: Mac 6:19 AM [+] ::
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Tonight I went to Hollywood with the Mom to see Producers. I was a little uneasy about it, seeing as I'm the cheapest person on Earth and tickets seem insanely expensive, but OH MY GOD.

It was, by far, the BEST musical I have ever seen. And I've seen a good few in my day, thank you.

I don't believe I've ever had the privilege of watching a production with absolutely perfect casting before, but I really couldn't find any fault in them. I'm not really a Jason Alexander fan myself, but he was great. Now, Martin Short I adore, and I already want to marry him for creating Primetime Glick, but this just cemented my love.

The biggest queen, Carmen Guia, stole the show whenever he was around. No question. He also looked quite nice in tight pants.

This made me miss the old days, when I'd go to Redondo Beach with my dad and see a new musical every month. Also, believe it or not, it made me miss acting. I hold no illusions about having much talent, but it was fun other than the humiliation and apathy rampant in the other actors.

I ended up buying a shirt stating "I Wanna Be A Producer" (I refrained from getting the one that says "Keep It Gay") and the original Broadway soundtrack. I would've kinda preferred one with the actors I saw singing, but ah will. This is damn good still.

Quote of the night, from my mother (who slept thru lots of the first act O_o):

"I've never seen so many Jewish and gay people in one place."

My mother hasn't been to Hollywood in a while, I guess.
:: Mac 12:28 AM [+] ::
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I finally saw Seabiscuit yesterday. It was pretty good, though I was honestly a bit disappointed - rather slow in some parts. I'm not quite sure how I feel about the voice-over bits, where it felt like a documentary. It was a clever way of giving historical background and reinforcing the fact that it's based on a true story, but a lot of the time it took away from the other fact, that it was a MOVIE, for goodness sake. Nothing wrong with the acting, though, and this just reinforces my belief that Tobey Maguire is one of the best actors of our time.

Now, once my grandpa went to a poker game or something of that nature, and met one of the others jockeys who participated in Seabiscuit's last race. Politely, Grandpa noted that he probably heard this question all the time, but did he think he could've won the race that day instead of the Biscuit? The jockey responded:

"Easy."

According to him, everyone was aware that'd be the popular horse's last race, and it'd been made clear to everyone that Seabiscuit was going to win it.

It's quite possible that this was just a tale told by a jealous competitor. However, I can see truth in this too.

Seabiscuit was probably the most popular racehorse of remembered history. The public wants a good ending to those they love, something to make them sigh and feel content. Any other horse would've been reviled if it'd beat the Biscuit. It just would've been a case of giving the public what they want.

Moreover, the book on which Seabiscuit is based exaggerates. The author claims that more news items were published about the horse in so-and-so year than any other public figure. This is a blatent lie. In the thirties, FDR and the New Deal programs got way more news coverage than anything else in America. Moreover, in Europe a certain guy named Hitler was starting to shake things up. Seabiscuit was certainly in the news a lot, but it was really no contest. Now, if the book contains such lies, how can its accuracy be trusted at all?

Still a decent movie though.
:: Mac 11:57 AM [+] ::
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I leave for Indiana very early Friday morning, so anyone desiring to hang out before then should probably email me to make plans pretty soon, especially considering that my mom seems to want to spend every second with me until then. Please, save me.
:: Mac 9:31 AM [+] ::
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I am no longer an employee of Knotts Berry Farm. Today was my last day, and to show for my nearly two months work, I have some money saved, a Four Cornerstone pin, and a little more confidence.

All in all, it was a decent job. It could get very hot under the sun all day in that costume, and often people were jerks. But my co-workers were, for the most part, cool. Also, I finally figured out that I do like children. I was caught between hating them and liking them for a really long time, but I know now that, while some kids are horrible, there's a greater percentage of wonderful kids than wonderful older people.

I will especially miss the cheap Boysenberry Punch.
:: Mac 10:40 PM [+] ::
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You know, on any given day, I think up many possible Jennifer entries. Interesting ones, too. Thought-compelling ones. Then I update with stuff like this:

TOP FIVE NON-NATURAL BEVERAGES

5. CountryTime lemon flavor drink
4. Knott's Boysenberry Punch
3. Sonic's Limeade
2. Gatorade (all flavors)
1. Hawaiin Punch (Original Fruit Juicy Red)

I put way too much time into preparing this list.
:: Mac 12:18 PM [+] ::
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It's hard for me to distinguish the difference between a mere crush and something deeper verbally. I mean, I know the difference when I like someone's features and when I actually like the person. Yet, for the most part, I still act the same way around these guys - sort of striving for attention.

It has something to do with anticipation. With a simple crush, the person is the most important thing in the world - while he's in the room. Outside of his prescence, his existence really doesn't effect one's life as a whole. He walks in the room, he lights up your whole world for a few minutes...the end.

When the feelings are deeper, there's this overwhelming need to interact with this person, or at least see him. Maybe it doesn't last forever, but at least it's a sign that somethign real could be there.

I remember when I first met John, my whole day was spent waiting for 5th period. It was during those 50 minutes I could be with him, talk to him, just absorb his wonderfulness. I was almost giddy when Drama would start.

One day, he was just the new guy in Drama, James' friend. The next, I adored him. I have no idea what caused this change.

This time, I know very clearly.

There are a lot of male flirts at work; one just in general, one old-fashioned kind, another often blatently sexual harrassing girls. In short, there's a lot of attention to be had, which I like quite a bit. I get called pretty. That's nice. I get a kiss blown at me. How lovely. I get my butt stared at. Hell, even that's flattering.

There's someone else, and he's nothing like those at all. He's nice, easy to talk to, friendly, smart. He knows who Whilce Portacio is. He says hi everytime he sees me, and at lunch he eats with me if we're both off. He has a fondness for saying "Boo." And I like him, of course. That's all.

Then the other day, as I'm walking out of work to go home, he breaks ahead of the others he's with and puts his head on my shoulder for a few moments. I touch his hand. We chat for a minute, then I keep going my way, and he goes another.

The next day, I'm looking for him, hoping for him to appear. This feels familiar.

The 10th is my last day at work.

In other words, I need to get over this quickly.
:: Mac 10:04 PM [+] ::
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