:: My Blog's Name is Jennifer ::

:: Sunday, January 26, 2003 ::

The most complex relationship I've ever had in my entire life has been with Tyler, my little brother. I hate him more than almost anyone, and at the same time I love him more than anyone, and I know I'll spend the rest of my life trying to protect him as well as I can. When he hurts, it hurts me, and when he hurts me, it's worse than if a stanger had done it. And I'll swear I'll never help him again, never try to protect him from getting into trouble, but I always break my word and go to his aid. He'll cut me down until I cry, and I'll hit him until he cries, but then we're joking around, having fun together again. I think he lacks common sense. He gets into trouble, and people call him a bad kid, but I don't. I don't think he's stupid either, even when I say it. For some reason, he think he has to act dumb, and that hurts his credibility.

He had a friend who IS stupid, even more immature than he is, and his friend's parents are blaming Tyler for some reason, even though he really never did anything wrong to their family. But that's their right as parents, I guess. Both boys play baseball in Little League, and the friend's father told all the coaches that Tyler's a bad kid and to "watch out" for him. Who the HELL gave him the right to judge MY brother and say such shit?! That's fucking SLANDER. And why is HE so damn immature that he has to hurt my FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD brother?? Their kid is a big, fat, ugly MORON who's not popular with the ladies - my brother is a good-looking, quick, popular kid who's actually pretty smart when he wants to be and has actual athletic talent, whereas the other's just big enough to hit decently.

What's happened is my brother's chance at getting on a good team has been seriously limited - no coach wants a troublemaker. The one thing Tyler's passionate about has been dashed to the ground because people are fucking PETTY and can't see the good in him. It's there.

For reasons I've found I can't really describe here, I will never stop defending my brother.


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:: Mac 5:24 PM [+] ::
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Let me put it this way - it's fucking cold over here. What's the point of showing the exact temperature on Aol weather when it's like it is now? They should just save time and put "fucking cold" under the date instead.

No, I don't mean southern California cold, the minor inconvenience of it getting below fifty during the day, and sometimes finding frost on the grass in the morning. I mean COLD. I mean full-blown snow on the ground, when your fingers can't move for a moment after being outside, when it hurts to breathe because of the stark chill in the air. THAT is what cold is. I never knew before.

I hate having to put on a whole new layer of clothing every time I go outside. My coat's too big and down-filled, so feathers poke out sometimes. My legs are always cold no matter what, and I walk around with my scarf pulled over half my face like a veil, with my hat pulled down over my ears and eyebrows, head bent down so my face won't get hit by the wind. Thus I have no peripheral vision and can't see where I'm going at all, moving by instinct that really does no good if a car would happen to barrel into me.

Needless to say, the novelty of snow has completely worn off.


What Orlando Bloom are You?
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:: Mac 2:12 PM [+] ::
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I miss my drama clique. I was thinking about them today, and I realize I rarely ever see any of them anymore, if ever. In fact, I'd say I actually had two drama cliques, one for each year I had the damn class. And I was pretty much the only girl in both of them, which is odd considering my senior year and now my close friends were/are primarily female. I never even thought of that before. That's kind of strange. I mean, I know girls who have all guy friends, but it's weird that I made an almost complete switch. I think until then I'd just never had as much fun with my female friends as I did with the guys. It was less gossipy and more joking, with a lot of kidding around involved. I never had to worry really about feelings getting hurt or whether they really liked me; it seems that guys are more straight-forward, and if they don't like you they let you know. Well, for the most part anyway.

And yet, I'm not in contact with any of them, while other friends, like Annie, Tracey, Brianna, etc., I talk to with some regularity. I wonder if this is a testament to the tighter loyalty between female friends. Or perhaps not. Maybe it's just me, since I can account for the reason why I haven't talked to each of the guys and usually it involves my own ceasing of any contact. I just have a thing about calling people on the phone. I don't like doing it. At all. I always had to steel myself up for it, and only when forced, then anyway, since it's gotten better now. But at the time, I just didn't call people. However, they never called me either. So all those friendships kinda died away, which I regret, but I dunno. Maybe they just weren't that strong anyway. I still miss them.
:: Mac 6:48 PM [+] ::
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Whats Your Type?
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:: Mac 5:57 PM [+] ::
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Oh what I tale I have to tell this night.

Well, LAST night I was sitting at the computer, as usual. My roommate came back from wherever she was, and tried to close the door on a guy friend of hers, who had apparently followed here in. He pushed into the room anyway, with five or so guys standing in the hall behind him. What followed was this:

Niana (roommate): She's not going to give you any.

Friend: *comes up to me* Can you give me a pair of your panties? If I promise to bring them back?

Me: *laughs* What?

Friend: It's for Initiation. [i.e., a frat thing.]

Me: I don't think so.

Then, the boy I like to call Irish (because he's...Irish) walked up to me. He's in the same frat and was standing in the group. I guess since I was in the same orientation group as him, he thought I might soften towards him:

Irish: Ken ah haf sum panties? [What an excellent dialect. I got it from reading Trainspotting.]

Me: No.

Needless to say, all my underwear's safely in the drawer.




What lame pick up line are you?

:: Mac 5:52 PM [+] ::
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I realize I mention Annie more than anyone else in Jennifer. Why is this? Because Annie is a cool person? Because she's one of my best friends? Because secretly, I would like to wisk Annie away and hide her in a closet in some secret location, whilst I covertly take over her life and very existence, away from the prying eyes of people who know the real her? Because she is fee-fi-fo-fannie?

I guess we'll never know.
:: Mac 9:02 PM [+] ::
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My handy Weezer calender has fallen down after just over a full day of being up. This means one of three things:

* that double-sided tape I used to put it up is worthless crap

* it is a sign from Apollo, god of music and Olympic speed skaters, that Weezer is soon to break up

* I hate Annie
:: Mac 8:50 PM [+] ::
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I'm looking at an old family picture at the moment, featuring my father, older brother, and myself. I'd say it's circa 1985, judging from our ages, the clothing (old Cubs shirt with tan cords - oh Dad you be stylin') and the background (that orange shag carpeting looks comfy). What's interesting is the fact that each of us looks completely unrelated to the others.

First there's my dad. My first thought, when looking at this photo (a Poloroid, by the way) is "Why is this drunken Mexican caring for these small children?" Not that I'm saying anything bad about Mexicans, mind you. No drunken (or perhaps stoned) person of ANY race should be caring for small children. And yet, apparently here's one, and it's my father, who's not Mexican at all unless my grandmother took some adulterous secret with her to the grave. He also looks something like a crystal meth dealer. Don't ask how I know this.

Next there's my brother, at about age eight. You know when you're driving into L.A. and you get to that part of the freeway where there're those huge murals from the 1984 Olympics, when the city had a brief surge of pride? Well, maybe you don't. But there's this one of these kids all running/playing, all in terribly '80s clothes. My brother seems to have just stepped off that mural. He's got the red tank top, white socks with colored stripe at the top/sandle combo, and what is undoubtably short shorts. He may even be sporting a sweat band under his mop of red hair. His eyes also glow red, a sign of his future as stoner supreme.

Lastly, there's me, the tiny Aryan child, probably in my last moments of adorableness. How I went from a blonde, blue-eyed child to what I am now I have no idea, but it may have had to do with my mother's penchant for dressing me in pure pastels. I appear to be contemplating escape, but have been barred by my father's gigantic arm. You can practically see "Oh fuck" going through my one-year-old conciousness as I glance away, probably at the front door and my last chance at freedom, knowing that my hopes are futile. I raise my bottle in the air in resigned dejectedness, praying that it is filled with wine in which I may drown my sorrows. Knowing my parents, it might have been.
:: Mac 8:03 PM [+] ::
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I forgot to note that the Tuesday/Thursday classes are all back to back. This worries. Sure, I'm a genius with a 4.0, but even I need a little rest throughout the day. Not to mention that it leaves me no time to eat. I predict lots of pretzel-eating between classes for Mackenzie this semester.

One time I rubbed pretzels on the dirty ground with my bare hands and gave them to Cory V., which were promptly eaten. Boy, that was funny. I wonder if it puzzeled him why Nikki and I were laughing so hard.
:: Mac 4:00 PM [+] ::
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I will say this - no one loves Jennifer more than Annie does. She's always bugging me for a new entry. Well, here goes.

For the moment, here is my schedule:

MWF - 9:00 AM - Spanish 212

MWF - 12:00 PM - World Cultures 112

TTh - 9:30 AM - Archaeology 106

TTh - 11:00 AM - Archaeology 320

TTh - 1:15 PM - Anthropology 200

I bought books for two of my classes (Spanish uses books from last semester, woo!) and spent over $200 already. Damn it all. What is it with Arch/Anth classes that makes the books so expensive? And I haven't even BOUGHT the Arch books yet! I wasn't sure I'd have enough money! But at least i bought NINE books for World Cultures. Wheee!

I am so very poor.


Which Jedi from Episode 1 & 2 Are You?
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This makes two Ewans and a Jude on Jennifer at the moment. Mmmhmmmmm.
:: Mac 3:55 PM [+] ::
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My last full week home is starting. I'm leaving next Saturday afternoon at some point...anyone really pining for me better get in contact...soon. Or I shall cry.
:: Mac 11:55 PM [+] ::
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What kind of typical high school character from a movie are you?
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You are the typical feminist, depressed, artist. You go against the crowd and do everything you can to be different. Too bad noone notices. Try communicating with people, not just looking down on them.

:: Mac 11:36 PM [+] ::
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Friday was JRR Tolkein's eleventy-first birthday (111). This is the birthday Bilbo is celebrating at the beginning of the Fellowship...a special and most respectable age for hobbits. And humans too, I bet. Too bad Tolkein didn't make it; he's pretty much dead.
:: Mac 11:18 PM [+] ::
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Well, considering everyone and their mother seems to be doing this survey, I'll go ahead and do it too. Wheee!

Appearance
Hair color: brown
Eye color: green
How many times have you died your hair: none...but I can spell "dye" right
What colors: n/a
Ever worn eye color changing contacts: no
Favorite body part (on your body): my eyes
Body part people compliment the most: my eyes
Ever been told you resemble a celebrity: someone told me Uma Thurmon once...I don't think so
Have any piercings: I USED to
Where: ears
Have any tattoos: yes
Where: backright shoulder
Want any (more) piercings: eh, not really
Where: my foot
Want any (more) tattoos: naw
Where: n/a
Ever shaved your head: that would look funny...no
Height: 5ft 7inches

Relationships
Number of males you've kissed: I'm guessing this means non-family members, which makes this number sadly low...if I remember right, 3.
Number of females you've kissed: none
Number of relationships: 1
One you regret most: none yet
Longest relationship: over a month
Favorite body part of partner: eyes
Why are you with him/her: because I am, that's why
Last person you dated: Larry...
Are you in love: what do you think?
If you could date one person, who would it be: I'll just delve into fantasy land here...uh...Charlie Hunnam

Music
Favorite band: Weezer
Can you play an instrument: the jug
Ever played an instrument in front of an audience: well, the recorder
What concerts have you attended: Springsteen, Matchbox20, Weezer
First concert ever attended: that damned Springsteen...
How old were you: I can't remember, but I was pretty old for it to be my first.
What did you wear: the embarrassment of being at a Springsteen concert with my father and younger brother
What band would you sell your soul to see: none...I've already seen Weezer...
What did you listen to when you were 4: Beatles
What did you listen to when you were 8: uhh...Beatles?
What did you listen to when you were 12: Oh God...country.
Best live band: Weezer

Clothes
Favorite item(s) of clothing: my beloved sweatshirts
Favorite clothing store: Macys and Nordstrom...I'm spoiled
Favorite clothing label: Levis

What Do You Think Of When You Hear
Water: thirst
Summer: sun
Dance: 4th grade (my first dance)
Metal: heavy
Hair: brush
Snow: snowball
Boobs: uhh...
Children: cute
Computers: internet
Australia: Crocodile Hunter
TV: I don't know if there's enough room on the internet to compile this list...my two favorites now are X-Men:Evolution and Friends.


Which guy are you destined to have sex with?
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Well, considering he's married...a movie star...British...WAY better looking than I could ever hope to be...I doubt it.
:: Mac 9:52 AM [+] ::
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Jesus Christ...I missed Comic Remix. Will this horrific day never end?
:: Mac 8:01 PM [+] ::
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I haven't updated in a while, and I suppose I really should, since stuff has actually been done. This week at some point...umm...Monday I think...I went to Camelot Golf with Tracey and Ryan and had one of my most fun nights in too long a time. Not because I was any good at mini golf - the only reason I got less than a 50 is because Ry was nice and didn't mind rampant cheating - but because it was just goofing off for hours. Plus, I got to steal my orange golf ball. Afterwards, we hung around the arcade and just talked for a while. Tracey and I actually ddred, since no one was really paying attention...and we weren't very good at ALL. Oh well!

Then was New Years Eve/Day. I watched several hours of the Twilight Zone marathon on Sci Fi and the History of Sex on the History Channel. Then that morning I saw Gangs of New York...Daniel Day-Lewis is such an amazing actor it's not even funny. Well, he is, actually. Very funny. Also, Jim Broadbent's in it. Another good actor. Why are all these British guys playing Americans? Jim's even playing an actual historical figure. Not that they aren't awesome...they are. But...feh, whatever.

Then it was girl's night at Brianna's house...her, Tracey, and I all watched Meet Joe Black. I'd never seen it before, and the girl in it's about the most annoying human being ever, but Brad's good. What was it with me and three hour movies this week? Odd.

And now today, which was on so many levels of sucky I can barely even comprehend it...FOUR HOURS AT THE FUCKING DMV! My stupid ID was NOT worth that hell, in which I was screaming continuously in my mind. Four hours of watching numbers come and go, but mine always elusive. Four hours of butt and mind-numbing boredom. Four hours I could've spent doing anything else in the world. FOUR HOURS. But I did see three people I know/knew. And yet...still not worth it.

I'm tired.


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:: Mac 7:55 PM [+] ::
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