Friday, March 29, 2002
Rocking out to Acen's "Close Your Eyes"
I've realized one thing. I made the best friends ever in high school. MLB, Anna, Anne, Day Day, Chickens, Nora? Not to mention the other completely cool people back in Houston. You guys are awesome... I had so much fun in France, both times... and on that lovely backpacking trip from hell? Well, despite how horrible it *should* have been... it wasn't because of you guys. And all of those random trips to the 50 cent movies and Krispy Kreme? The lunches at various Mexican food places around Houston? Yeah, I'm feeling a bit nostalgic. It's nice having someone around that knew you through all of the awkward stages.
Thanks, you guys.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 11:53 AM
Gotta love Oasis's "Champagne Supernova"
Right now, I'm forgetting about this whole mess. Whatever. I think it's gone overboard... and I have no clue what it's all about, to be honest. I don't think this is an immature decision, Sepi. In fact, I tried to talk to you about this last night... I've already talked to the other people about it. Josh summed it nicely last night. I made a little chip in the mountain, but just as soon as I try to put it back, the whole mountain seems to be collapsing in an avalanche. I've spent far too many hours crying and writing about this. I just don't need to ruin my college days with this stuff. Instead...
I'm skipping my discussion for my 104 class. Yay! I enjoy doing that. I'm going to my econ discussion, though. I think we're getting the midterms back, and I'm hoping for an improvement. ::crosses fingers::
I'm really excited about the rest of today. I'm performing the dance (while hardly perfect) for the selection committee. They're still culling dances from the dance show program, so...
After that? It's the band bitches sleepover! Woohoo! Erin's throwing this big slumber party where we're going to do girlie things together. It's at her apartment, but I'm not exactly sure how we're all going to fit. She has a rather small apartment. It's going to be nice to just bond with the girls and talk about the evils of boys.
That's about it. I'm going to have a good day. Yesterday was great, actually, until I got back to my dorm. I've never had so much fun at Silk practice. I got to critique the red flag part, and Emily, our former section leader, was like, "Oh, God, was I like that?" (And to answer, no, you were worse... teehee!) But seriously, it was all in good fun, and I'm truly impressed with how the routine's coming out. To anyone out there reading this... come to to the USC School of Theater Dance Show! It's the last weekend of April, and it'll be good! And Raquel... wow, she's really good with batons. I had no idea... just work on those back walk-overs, and it'll be all you on the field in a couple of years!
:: posted by Jennifer N. 11:25 AM
Thursday, March 28, 2002
I'm all about Jill Scott's "Is It the Way?"
I want to address the comments to my last post.
First of all, thanks for posting. I think everyone should post if they read this blog. I like that fact that you did.
Second of all, please leave a name when you post. I would like to have a name to go with the comments. In this case, I know who you are, but that's pure chance because I live with you guys and know your mannerisms and your ways of speaking. (typing?)
Thirdly, I'd like to defend my choice of title for this piece of the internet. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I used to have another webpage called "Jen's Little Piece of the Web." After updating this site for a couple of years, I grew sick of the title. It was just... boring. It sounded like every other Tom, Dick, and Harry's personal homepage. So, when I started this blogger, I wanted to capture that romantic bent in my heart. I reached to the creative cores of my soul... and came up with nothing. So, I wanted to capture that search, and in my mind, "Dramatic Monotony" fit rather well. It combines the essence of nothingness and the pursuit of something. Now, both of you know that I started this page a long time before anything bad was even going on with the people in the dorm. Plus, you must remember that I started this thing when I was in the midst of a paper. Papers just demolish any sense of perspective.
Fourth of all, I don't think either of you understood the essence of my last post. I'm perfectly aware that I've been difficult to live with. I have one major fault, and that is that I keep grudges. It takes a lot for me to get hurt, but when I'm hurt, it all just adds up. And even you two have to admit that what you did hurt me a lot, and you know that. Even long after everyone else thinks it's resolved, I'm still remembering things and thinking about things. It's not a nice character trait, and I'm working on it. In that post this morning, I was taking a positive step. I said a big "whatever" to the entire dispute, and by doing that, it was an attempt for me to stop taking note of those grudges. By accepting the idea that I may not be best friends with everyone that I live with, I thought I was taking a big leap in my personal development. In fact, one of you two told me that very same thing a few nights ago. I'm trying to understand you guys, and I thought you knew... but I guess not.
Finally, I use this webpage as a way to vent. And I tend to dwell on the not-so-nice things because I need to have some way to talk about these things and let them out before they *really* bother me. It's not necessarily indicative of my views on every aspect of my day. I actually don't dwell on these things as much as it may seem... most of the time, I'm a rather contented individual. And you know that I get along with both of you. In fact, I just had dinner with one of you. Hell, I live with you guys... it's certainly not a warzone. I laugh with you all the time.
Anyway, I just wanted to clear this up for the sake of this journal. I'm not planning on stopping my blogger. You can decide whether you want to read or not. Because, to be honest, this is one part of my life that I have complete domain over. I thought by writing this out, it might help me gather my thoughts, because I'm certainly not going to let this issue lie fallow.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 8:58 PM
"Ordinary World" by Duran Duran
I love this song. ::sigh::
Okay, I took an enneagram personality test, and I think the numbers are pretty right on. I'll list my top two numbers...
The number 2: Twos are defined by their empathy of other people. They are uniquely gifted at tuning in on the feelings of others. This makes them great networkers. They feed on their connection to others, love of friends and family. However being too caught up with other people can drain them, and cause them to lose track of their own personal well being.
The number 7: Sevens are optimistic thrill seekers that see life as an adventure. They are always thinking of new possibilies and adventures. This constant zest for life is often just escapism. Once things lose there fun they are no longer interested, so many projects go unfinished. Essentially, they avoid the difficulties of life because they fear being overwhelmed by them.
Libby just crowned me "Queen of the World." She says that everyone should obey me. I'm inclined to agree with her.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 2:49 PM
Hooverphonics, "Jackie Cane"
I saw Cirque du Soleil last night. After watching every single special on Bravo, I would consider myself a Cirque du Soleil fan. But unfortunately I've never seen it in person... until now. Wow. I was speechless. As the trapeze artists triple twisted, as the juggler contorted, as the acrobats jumped off of a seesaw, I transcended the petty problems of my life. I felt like I was put into this beautiful place, so ephemeral yet so timeless. I nearly started crying with tears of joy after the trapeze artist caught his partner by her foot after she flew through the air. I couldn't put my foot on my favorite act. I loved the contortionist... I've always had a fascination with the intricate ways the human body can bend and yet come back to its original form. Also, the woman on the hoop was truly breathtaking. When she started spinning around so fast, I couldn't help feeling dizzy by just watching her.
Unfortunately, the show has to end, just plopping me down in my current life. I had a really good conversation with Josh about the remainder of this year and the entirety of next year. I'm beginning to think that I don't want to associate with most of my good "friends" during my sophomore year. Of course there are a few I wouldn't want to leave behind... but other than those few, I'm not really feeling like I can make a conscious effort for the rest of my dormmates, or at least the ones on this end of the hall. It's actually a sad situation; I've spent a lot of time with these people, shared a lot with these girls, had a lot of laughs with them. Yet there's an underlying issue that bothers me, and I think I've finally realized what it is, with Nicole's help... they don't respect me. I'm just Jennifer, clown of all clowns, outgoing band dork. And that's it. When I give advice, no one listens. When I offer my opinion, it's automatically discounted. I certainly try to at least listen to other people, but when I'm not even given the same luxury back, it's not worth my time. I'm not going to settle. After having such amazing, loyal friends in high school, I know I can find people that want me for who I am. I'm a good, funny, intuitive person, for the most part. And this annoying funk that's fallen over me has its roots in something beyond just my own pettiness. I love to laugh, I love to be with close friends... and I don't like this person I'm turning into as a result of these people surrounding me.
On another kinder note, I've made friends with a couple of the Trojan girls named Kathleen and Christina. Along with their friend Jo, I had lunch with them yesterday and visited them the day before that. I had such a fun time... Kathleen is very witty, and Christina just says the funniest thing. I'm glad I've gotten to know them a bit better; it's certainly helped me take my mind off of the underlying tension of the dorm.
And Megan... "Ooooooooh, EEEEE-GOR!!!!!!"
My wallet's still gone. My parents are so mad it's not funny. But my research paper is taking shape, and the due date was changed to Monday, so I'm feeling a lot better about the entire thing. My goal? Four days of revision, baby! I also got into the undergraduate research conference, which will certainly help my resume. Anything to help with that... woohoo!
Anyhoo. Is this update good enough for you, MLB? I need to talk to you, btw... we'll have to schedule a phone meeting. And remember... "You down with MLB?... Yeah, you know me!"
:: posted by Jennifer N. 9:26 AM
Sunday, March 24, 2002
"Pope's Concert" from The Red Violin soundtrack
I can't find my wallet... argh, this is SO ANNOYING. It has to be in my room, but I have no idea where to look now. Under the bed, behind the desk, in the drawers... I've looked so many places, and it won't come to me!
The Oscars were amazing... when Halle Berry won, Josh started wailing, I started sobbing, and Megan was sniffling. It was such a great moment, especially in light of the fact that she's the first black woman in the history of the Academy to win an Oscar. Not Dorothy Dandridge, not Lena Horne, not Angela Bassett... she's truly a beautiful woman, a talented actress, a person who transcends boundaries with grace and dignity. I was very proud.
WHERE'S THE WALLET?!
I feel lost without my credit cards.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 11:35 PM
Friday, March 22, 2002
"La Femme d'Argent" by Air is filling my room with music right now.
I feel like I"m at a standstill. Everything seems so tenuous, so fraught with anxiety and twinged with sadness. At any moment, I feel like the world could collapse in on me. I have so much work to do, it's not funny. My research paper looms over my head while my 104 midterm just scares the bejesus out of me. I don't think anyone would want to feel my back at the moment... it's just one big knot. I need to go out, let loose, have some fun, be young...
But I also need to find a copy of The Turning Point and A Chorus Line, finish my rough draft of the paper, re-read Freud's "The Future of an Illusion," read "Third World Film Making and the West," and find a storage unit for next year.
While trying not to be too upset that one of my best friends from USC is not going to be here next year or the next or ever...
And be accepting of another friend's poor decisions...
Throughout everything, I need to be a happy go-lucky individual, just because my time of being "hypersensitive" and "moody" is no longer appreciated around here...
Oh, did I mention learning how to dance well in a period of three weeks on top of everything else?
ARGH. I HATE THAT MY FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE IS ALMOST OVER, despite all of this all-encompassing stress.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 11:02 AM
Thursday, March 21, 2002
I'm listening to "It's Alright Baby" by Komeda
I had a strange experience tonight. I went down to Ground Zero, to listen to Tekno Tribe, and I ended up having a two hour conversation about Asian film and religion with a guy named Brad in Marks Hall lobby. I enjoyed myself because I managed to socialize with a lot of people I haven't seen in a while. It was good. However, I'm screwed with tomorrow's econ midterm.
Oh, and I also met Bob Balaban tonight. He's the producer of Gosford Park, which is nominated for an Oscar for Best Film... turns out he acted in Ghost World and The Mexican, he produced Best in Show, and he is writing a series of children's books for Scholastic. Interesting guy...
Sometimes there *are* advantages for working at Trojanvision.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 12:08 AM
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
"Seven Months" by Portishead
So, I had this amazing blog that I wrote up today. I was describing the view out of my window... beautiful, poetic, lyrical. And then blogger.com crashed and I lost it all.
I was very sad.
I don't feel like writing a lot right now. Because I'm so sad.
But I'm alive. And I haven't forgotten about this website.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 9:01 PM
Wednesday, March 13, 2002
"Cry Me A River" sung by Diana Krall has been flitting through my head today.
I don't really have a lot to say today. However, I would like to dedicate today's post to Becky, my gal. I would prefer to sing a little song dedicated to you. However, I have no singing voice and the internet isn't always the best medium for that particular endeavor so... um... I'll write a poem.
Okay, after an hour of staring at the screen, I've decided that nothing in the world rhymes with Spaz, Blonde, or Becky. So I'll dedicate the above imaginary poem to you. This will have to do. Because I'm braindead. And I'll give you a nice little internet rose...
I'll work on that later.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 10:24 PM
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
I'm listening to "Feed the Tree" by Belly
I went to school today. It was fun. I forgot Sarah Haddad's name. I got a little embarrassed about that. Oh, well. Besides that, it was rather uneventful. Umm... I had a conversation with Shannon Hicks, of all people. Craziness.
I had a lot to say. But now I'm just upset about a rather hurtful comment that a "friend" told me. Gotta love it when that happens. So, my formerly gregarious mood has been replaced by a distinct funk. Maybe I should go to bed. That might help.
My friends at home are trying to set me up with a prom date. Imagine that... a blind date for SENIOR PROM?! Eeks. I'm tempted to ask someone from USC, just to avoid this happening. But I don't think anyone would agree to go back to the world of high school, even though it'd only be one night... but it would require flying to Houston, getting a tux... a lot of hassle. So maybe the blind date idea doesn't sound so bad.
Maybe I just shouldn't have a date.
What a silly situation.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 10:33 PM
Monday, March 11, 2002
Currently playing, "De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da" by the Police
I went shopping again today. I could definitely get used to this life. I really enjoy shopping... especially since I'm now the proud owner of ... FIVE PAIRS OF FLIP FLOPS. Does footwear get any better than the humble flip flop? I think not.
I went to Hooters tonight... with my father?! It was fun, though. He actually enjoyed his food, an unusual situation for my father. He's probably one of the pickiest eaters I've ever seen. And trust me, I've seen a lot of picky eaters, especially on my mom's side of the family.
I'm going to go watch 8 1/2 now. If I were on top of things, I would've seen this movie last week in film class. However, I didn't exactly make it to class on time, so... I'm viewing it now. If Drew Casper knew that I gave up a chance to see a classic film on the big screen... well, I try not to think about that reaction.
A big shout-out to Widge. Along with my other readers who don't comment. (IE, Mary Louise, Sarah, and Nels!) Come on, just say a little something. ;)
:: posted by Jennifer N. 5:09 PM
Sunday, March 10, 2002
"Words" by Agent 99
I'm back at home. And I'm bored already.
Don't get me wrong, I love being here. There's nothing like the nice Houston humidity to refresh a girl after a long period of time in a desert. The weather's been great... sunny, a touch of wetness in the air, and cool. I've been watching movies, something I don't often get a chance to do at USC. And that's about it. I'm tired of alone time. I'm ready to go out, party, chill with other people... argh! Hopefully this next week will provide more opportunities, but I'm stuck without a car. And when people are miles away, a car is necessity. Yet, it's not been all bad... not at all.
Yesterday, my mom and I went shopping. I bought a couple of things from Abercrombie, a complete anomaly for me. I spent all of high school avoiding that establishment like the plague. Yet now, when I'm in high school, what do I do? I go shopping at Abercrombie... laughing at all the high schoolers who feel that their popularity is based on their favorite brand of clothing. And I laughed at the people that work there too. I believe they hire for looks, not for competence. The girl who checked me out... well, she had great difficulty doing that. But she was beautiful, so I forgave her. The boy at the changing rooms? Rather rude, not particularly attentive. But he was beautiful, so I forgave him. The girl stocking the shelves? Again, not the friendliest gal in the world, but she was beautiful, so I forgave her. Isn't it strange how I can be so condescending, but I'm truly not jealous nor do I bear hard feelings towards any of them. I'm glad I'm not beautiful. It would be a pain and a hassle... everyone would put me in a little box, much like I put these other people in the same little box. I think that it's a lot easier to take a normal looking person seriously than someone who looks like they just stepped off the pages of Vogue. Not to mention the fact that it's so threatening to be around them. Girls hate other beautiful girls because they're afraid that their boyfriends will run off with them. And vice versa with beautiful boys. And while I sometimes lapse into these strange times of longing to be truly gorgeous... I get over it quickly. There's nothing wrong with being cute or pretty. It's an advantage, most of the time.
I washed the dog today. I think Trixie's on her last legs... but she still puts up a fight when you get her wet. She makes certain you know that she doesn't like the shampoo.. and she races out of the bathroom at the first possible opportunity. I'm proud of her... she's got a lot of spunk for a 13 year old dog. And at the same time, the situation's a tad bittersweet. She's really the only pet I've had. (Minus the fish named Saddam Hussein and the two parakeets that I had for three months) And I doubt my parents are going to buy another dog.
I'm off to watch the Episode II trailer. I'm such a dork. (Thanks Widge!)
:: posted by Jennifer N. 6:32 PM
Thursday, March 07, 2002
Sarah McLachan, "Possession" (It's a cheesy song... forgive me)
Okay, I totally believe personality tests. Because according to the Keirsey test, I'm ENFP... and their website says this:
"The Champion Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in accomplishing their aims, and informative and extraverted when relating with others. For Champions, nothing occurs which does not have some deep ethical significance, and this, coupled with their uncanny sense of the motivations of others, gives them a talent for seeing life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil. This type is found in only about 3 percent of the general population, but they have great influence because of their extraordinary impact on others. Champions are inclined to go everywhere and look into everything that has to do with the advance of good and the retreat of evil in the world. They can't bear to miss out on what is going on around them; they must experience, first hand, all the significant social events that affect our lives. And then they are eager to relate the stories they've uncovered, hoping to disclose the "truth" of people and issues, and to advocate causes. This strong drive to unveil current events can make them tireless in conversing with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out.
Champions consider intense emotional experiences as being vital to a full life, although they can never quite shake the feeling that a part of themselves is split off, uninvolved in the experience. Thus, while they strive for emotional congruency, they often see themselves in some danger of losing touch with their real feelings, which eNFps possess in a wide range and variety. In the same vein, eNFps strive toward a kind of spontaneous personal authenticity, and this intention always to "be themselves" is usually communicated nonverbally to others, who find it quite attractive. All too often, however, eNFps fall short in their efforts to be authentic, and they tend to heap coals of fire on themselves, berating themselves for the slightest self-conscious role-playing."
This completely describes my problems with the girls in my dorm. If you're reading this, maybe you'll understand me just a bit better...
:: posted by Jennifer N. 12:35 AM
Wednesday, March 06, 2002
"I Want to Know What Love Is," by Foreigner
That's a great song. I love it! I just saw that television show "Grounded for Life" for the first time, and the parents were singing that song at their daughter's dance. They were the reluctant chaperones... a funny episode, I must say.
I slept through my alarm today. I suck. ARGH. Evidently I was talking and communicating... I even said, "I need to go write my French paper." And I have no memory of this exchange WHATSOEVER. So, that's the third day of French that I've missed.
I don't really have too much to say. I went down into the dusty catacombs of the Doheny bookstacks today. Evidently this is a hopping place for illicit sexual intercourse at USC. My roommate swears that before everyone graduates from this school, it's required that they have sex in the corners of Doheny. It's dark, secluded... and well... uber-romantic? I don't think I'll be participating in this ritual... first of all, it would require a significant other, and that's just a hopeless case. Also, it would require *wanting* to have sex in a public place. Also a big negative for me. Well, I didn't see any lovebirds in this trip, just another type of animal... dustbunnies! ... okay, bad joke. But please laugh anyway.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 9:36 PM
Tuesday, March 05, 2002
Travis, "I Love You Anyways"
Look! I love Care Bears. :)
See what Care Bear you are.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 7:36 PM
"Olympia" by Lush (different song than the Hole "Olympia)
I hate Oscar Wilde right now. I also hate Salome. I just do. hatehatehatehatehate
But happy birthday, Dad! And Kristen! And Chris!
My housing appointment's soon. Cross your fingers that I get decent housing... We're aiming for Webb, but we're not sure if we're going to get anything close, to be honest.
More Oscar Wilde...
:: posted by Jennifer N. 11:12 AM
Monday, March 04, 2002
"Champagne Supernova" by Oasis is now playing.
Which Winona Are You?
:: posted by Jennifer N. 7:43 PM
At this moment, I've got "Yellow" by Coldplay in my head.
WARNING: 4 am rant about life situation coming up. Watch out for bad reasoning, mood swings, profane language, and a depressed view on life.
Sometimes I wonder why I bother trying to please people. After a really frustrating day like yesterday, I just want to stop, throw up my hands and leave the entire situation behind. Right now, it seems like just about everyone has their objections to my behavior, and I just don't know what to change. Or even why I should change... blame cannot lie entirely in my ballpark. Between feelings of homesickness, stress, loneliness, annoyance at my horrible luck with boys, and anger at the behavior of those around me, I'm not exactly a happy camper at this very moment.
Let me talk bluntly here. I'm hurt by the inconsiderate actions of others. I think this is an important point to clear up. Sometimes I allow myself to be become blinded by my attempts at callousness. I try to let things roll off me, but some things just pierce into my skin and really bother me. For example, I'm sick of the marching band jokes and digs, probably one of the biggest problems I'm having with people right now. My roommate and the girl across the hall just love to make fun of the TMB. I'm always the "band dork," with my "geeky band friends," my "unhealthy fascination with band music," and my "idiotic, crazy practice times." Evidently I only know band people, I'm a band slut, and a lush at band parties - points that need to be brought up in front of everyone, including our Preview students. A little bit of teasing is okay; when it continues unabated for weeks, I begin to feel rather defensive about the entire subject. I complained about the high school marching band playing right outside my window, and the two of them just attacked me, saying that I had no right to talk about other marching bands because I'm in one. Evidently, I can't state my feelings of annoyance at being woken up at six in the morning on a Sunday by a bad rendition of "Dance to the Music." Evidently I can't tell the difference between a good band and a bad one, even though I spend my life listening to a good marching band. Evidently, I'm a sub-human being because I twirl flags in the TMB, and this activity just isn't cool enough for them.
I love being in the band. It's one of the best things about USC. Even though band members are jerks to each other, I've found some of the closest and most loyal friends a girl could ask for in college. They call it a cult; I'm calling it a family. After spending so many hours dedicated to the band, doing gigs, practicing, and performing at games, I feel a certain cameraderie with these people that I just can't share with my other friends. This is something really special to me. And I get extremely incensed when this part of my life is belittled. Sure, there are problems with band. I don't deny that. However, I still don't appreciate my supposedly good friends dismissing the TMB as just the "geeky marching band." It's not nice. It's not considerate. And it certainly doesn't feel like they're my friends.
And another thing... I've always been the type of person that has wanted to be in the middle of the action. I tend to put off work, "me time," and family time in order to be able to stay right in the midst of everything. For the most part, this isn't a bad thing. I become involved with other people, I have a lot of fun, I know about the affairs of my friends. However, I also spread myself too thin at times in my attempt to be involved in just about every possible activity. At times like this, I'd appreciate the people around me being a bit more sensitive around me. Yeah, I know, fat chance. It seems like I've been excluded from more things around my dorm than included. No one tells me anything anymore; my best friends at the beginning of the year are having too much fun without me. And it hurts, especially since I try to inquire into their lives. I don't know how else to go about it. It's probably just a naturally progression of the friendship with these people... but it stinks, because I always thought of them as my favorite people at USC. Especially my roommate.
The aforementioned rant probably didn't make a whole lot of sense. I spent an hour writing about a bunch of nothing. I'm still hurt, still confused, and still feeling ignored, but at least it's out in the open now. And I can focus on other things. Like the two papers that are due... really soon. Shoot. And I'll probably feel better after this day is done, thank goodness.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 4:50 AM
The title song from "Don't Eat the Pictures: Sesame Street at the Metropolitan Museum of Art"
Oh, gosh. I can't believe I'm regressing to my childhood. I can't believe I have a Sesame Street song stuck in my head. I also just saw Pretty Woman for the first time in several years. Sepi, Josh, Megan, and I were just having a ball cooing over the Richard Gere. Well... not Josh, but he just enjoys the entire movie. I love that film... and now I can say, "I've been there!" when Julia Roberts goes shopping on Rodeo Drive. It's wonderful.
I have a paper due tomorrow... err... today. Shit.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 12:28 AM
Sunday, March 03, 2002
"I've Got Five on It," Aphrodite
Damn the Acura Bike Tour. It's way too early to be up, but a really bad high school marching band woke me up at 6. Now there's Japanese drumming, dogs barking and a whole gaggle of people outside my dorm. Why?! Why?!! This is the problem with being right next to a couple of huge quads. Normally it's nice. But now, I curse the green grass for all its worth.
Last night was fun. Becky and I are evil, we've decided. And she has a really bad case of beer goggles when it comes to the opposite sex. Thank goodness I'm a very reliable, trustworthy friend. teehee!
:: posted by Jennifer N. 7:48 AM
Saturday, March 02, 2002
I've had "Olympia" by Hole stuck in my head
A lot has happened in the past two days. But I have to say, I'm really upset about today. My alarm clock didn't go off at 8 o'clock this morning. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem - in actuality, it'd be a blessing... who wants to wake up at 8 when you don't have to? But today, I was supposed to go to a Buddhist Temple with my 104 class. It was an optional trip, so my grade won't be docked or anything. However, I still wanted to see this place, as well as have a lovely lunch off campus. Instead, I went to EVK.
Last night, I exposed Sepi to the wonders of my weekends. We wandered around, looking for parties with band peeps. It was fun... I had more fun doing that than I did at Snowball. I'm sorry, dances like that don't really appeal to me, especially if there's not a crush or a significant other present. I'm always a bit distracted by the thought of "what if." I like the idea of someone coming and sweeping me off my feet.
Basketball game went well today. Good party tonight. I'm excited.
"Olympia" is still running through my head. It must be tired. hehehe.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 8:12 PM