Friday, October 25, 2002
One last post before my weekend of debauchery.
I'm hoping that it's not quite as "debauch" as it's reputed to be. And I'm tired, I don't really feel like going. But I have to - it's mandatory, and I skipped the Oregon trip for it... so I will.
Evidently highs are in the low 50s and lows are in the 20s. ACK, that's cold. I'm from Houston. It rarely gets that cold in the entire winter. I think I'll bring a lot of sweatshirts.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 7:46 AM
Thursday, October 24, 2002
Currently listening to "Tonight, Tonight" by the Smashing Pumpkins
I'm in the middle of cleaning my room.
This isn't fun.
I should be in Oregon, but I'm not. I'm cleaning my room. This is sad... I'd much rather be with my class.
I DID go shopping and bought a shirt. And a belt. But I don't really know if I like the belt. I need to decide.
I should go read Hard Times. But I'm not.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 11:19 PM
Sunday, October 20, 2002
But in a good kind of exhausted way. I had a good day... now I've got to finish the mounds of work that I have lying around the apartment, waiting to get done.
Brad and Amy waited until midnight for my birthday, then sang me a rousing rendition of the birthday song. Both Mary Louise and Anne called me from Texas. I had a BLAST talking to the two of them. It's been way too long since I had gotten to chat with them. Plus, about six million people IMed me, wishing me a happy birthday. A few people emailed me birthday wishes. It was awesome. Also, Samantha took me out to brunch, and I had a FABULOUS meal of huevos rancheros. Then Judy, Dan, Kristen, Manny, Paul, and I went to Lawry's and had prime rib with baked potatoes and Yorkshire pudding. I was in heaven. It was all amazing and wonderful. You can find a picture of us at the restaurant HERE
Samantha wrote the sweetest note today, instead of giving me a birthday card. I want to share what she said. It makes me feel all warm and tingly.
Happy Birthday, first off. For a month we'll be the same age. :) Anyways, I just want you to know how great it is to have a friend like you. I count you as one of my best friends. Don't ever let anyone, no guy or sorority, try to tell you you're anything less than wonderful, because you're one of the best people I know. Love ya lots... -Samantha"
I don't think she knows how close I was to bawling, especially when I read the sentence about other people's perceptions of me. I wear my heart on a sleeve, and when it gets broken, it's hard to pick myself up from it and move on. I can forgive easily - but I have trouble forgetting. But when I have such wonderful people surrounding me... it gets a little easier, day by day. I feel blessed. I love these people!!
Off to work. I promise.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 10:12 PM
Saturday, October 19, 2002
A group of drunken frat boys are outside my apartment, singing "It's a Fine Life" from Newsies.
I'm officially REALLY freaked out.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 12:14 AM
Karma is not just some made up hooey.
I behaved in a completely shitty manner to a friend of mine on Thursday. Basically, I ended up ditching him. Which wasn't nice. And I felt REALLY guilty about it. Then I went to a club. And got hit on by a very butch lesbian. A very fat, red, spikey haired lesbian. Who offered me some of her beer. Ack. It wasn't very nice.
What goes around, comes around.
And another thing... I've realized what a complete asshole a "friend" of mine is. Now, I knew that he was a jerk. But I didn't understand the extent of his jerkiness until just now. There wasn't a big showdown or catalyst that prompted this revelation. It just finally penetrated my thick skull, after a year and a bit of denying his true nature. It's just kinda... strange.
This weird mood was prompted by the last hour of my life. I had a dream about American Idol... Kelly and Justin et. al. were singing "Murder on the Dance Floor," replete with the line dance from the music video. Scary.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 12:09 AM
Wednesday, October 16, 2002
My schedule is going to kill me.
Let me explain: I had a paper due today, a midterm "due" tomorrow, two take-home midterms due on Monday, another in-class midterm on Monday, and another midterm on Wednesday. Not to mention the fact that there's a football game on Saturday, my birthday is on Sunday, and I have a band gig on Monday. Plus I have to learn Rocky perfectly, review Tower of Power, beg someone to teach me the end of Dance to the Music, go to regular band practice and learn the drill, study for all of these exams, and go on a "pseudo-date."
And I hit myself REALLY REALLY HARD in the face. Twice. Actually, just above the bridge of my nose. This was Tuesday afternoon. And it still hurts BADLY. I'm such a klutz. Dad says that I should take up activities that are less hazardous to my health. Maybe... but nah. I like Silks too much.
Oh, and on a good note, "Booty Short Tuesday" is now an official Tuesday event - or at least until it gets too cold. It went off well. Hopefully Samantha will send me pictures so I can post them online. I didn't flash anyone, so that's good!
:: posted by Jennifer N. 11:53 PM
Monday, October 14, 2002
It was a long day. A busy day. A momentous day. All in all, a good day. I've decided to give you a recap. Just because I'm THAT COOL.
Part 1: Afternoon
I go to band practice at 3:45. I scream my head off and twirl a lot. It ends at 5:45. I run over to the band officer to sign my ticket for the Cal game over to Samantha. I talk to Theresa and Krusty. I run around frantically like a chicken with its head cut off. Then I pull myself together and give Christina her notebook back before she goes to see Blood Wedding at Bing. I come back to Heritage, to catch the tail end of Silk practice, only to find out that it's canceled. I sit around with Sam and Hector. I manage to finish off Samantha's Coke and fries. I apologize profusely, then leave...
Part 2: Early Evening
I go to the University Religious Center to meet up with the Episcopalians on campus. We sit in the kitchen for a while, as I watch them eat pasta and meatballs. I drink a glass of lemonade. Then we migrate upstairs and conduct our meeting. We discuss the joys of cable television. Then we invade the Lutheran youth group's meeting so we can eat ice cream and cake. Damn, it was good cake. (Vanilla and chocolate marble) And then I leave at 8 to go to Manny's apartment. I'm freezing because I forgot a jacket. I forget that it gets cold at night here.
Part 3: Dinner
I reach Manny's apartment after walking down a very, very, very dark street. I guess they don't believe in street lamps in L.A. I go upstairs, and see a beautifully cooked tri-tip, and nothing else to eat. Manny's roommate decides to fix scalloped potatoes, so we wait a long time the final product. So, while waiting, we watched Swordfish, a movie that relied on special effects instead of acting to tell the story. And finally, everything was finished... and we had a good meal. It was lovely. Then I forced Manny to drive me home which took me to the fourth part of the night...
Part 4: Evening
So, it's time to go out clubbing. Samantha wanted to try a "straight" club for once, instead of always going to Tigerbeat. So, her friend Chris, her roommate Claudia, she, and I decided to go to the Ruby. Evidently Chris went there before and really liked the atmosphere. I was told it was "dressy - trendy," so I decided to take the bull by the horns and wear something totally unexpected. Now, I'm normally a black kind of girl when it comes to evening attire... but I decided to go pink. A dress. Bright pink. With stripes. It's very pretty, very feminine, very... not me. But it felt wonderful to be wearing such an incredibly sexy piece of clothing. We leave, and we're all looking totally cute. Then, we walk into the club, and I stop in my tracks. It's a GOTH CLUB! Everyone around me was dressed in ripped corsets, Victorian velvet jackets, boots, and lace. And everyone is wearing black. Our little group sticks out like a sore thumb. I just sit down, start laughing uncontrollably, then berate myself for being so silly. But, we decided to stay for a little bit, and I have to say, it was fun getting that much attention for what you're wearing. We danced a lot in the 80s room, and the other two rooms had really good music, as well. After an hour or so, we decided it was time to leave.
Part 5: Night
Chris wants to compensate us for the rather... interesting clubbing experience. So, he decided to take us to the revolving bar at the top of the Westin Bonaventure downtown. Well, when we got there, it was closed. However, we *did* get to ride in the elevator, and that was just so completely kick-ass. (For those outside of Los Angeles, the elevators are on the OUTSIDE of the building. It's like a rollercoaster ride, almost!) Then we gave Chris one more chance to redeem himself, and he did just that. We went to the Standard downtown, and hung out at their cute retro-fly bar. I had the most amazing fish and chips, and we basked in the "LA atmosphere." I like places like this - funky, unique, and lots of fun. Plus, Chris splurged on the meal, so... it was free for me! Yay!
:: posted by Jennifer N. 10:45 PM
Saturday, October 12, 2002
It's game day! Fight on, Trojans and fuck the dirty golden bears!
But... I'm pissed at the trumpet section. They (with a couple of exceptions) really are a bunch of pussies. I won't go into details - but I now understand why all the alumni hates the "New Band." Very few people have any balls. Now I'm worried about our freshman bonding party. Will they even bother to show to that? Come on! Be a Trojan!
We get a lot of shit for not being musicians... but at least a good majority of us have spirit. We show up. We practice hard. And we're always ready for a good prank.
Whatever - maybe this class on deviance is just ENCOURAGING my thoughts about things like this. I love Kincaid and Core 101. This class has truly impacted my life.
And remind me to post about my Thursday night... It involves a pink dress and a club called The Ruby. Hrm...
:: posted by Jennifer N. 2:31 AM
Thursday, October 10, 2002
This is a test for Sepi.
Also, I'm letting you know how I looked in high school... hahahaha... It's funny, I promise..
This is from my very first football game at St. Johns, my freshman year of high school. I'm in the third file, at the back.
And then there's this lovely picture from sophomore year at drill team camp. We were just so cute and young! My hair hasn't been that short since then.
And finally, my favorite picture of ALL TIME!! This is from competition in San Antonio, with my three girls. This was sophomore year in high school.
Okay, there's my trip down memory lane.
:: posted by Jennifer N. 2:41 PM