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Tomorrow is the first Presidential Debate, taking place at the University of Miami at 9pm EDT/6pm PDT. No matter your position on the issues or the candidate you are supporting, I think it is incredibly important to actually watch the debate to see what the candidates have to say. Don't wait for the spin doctors, commentators and local news to give you their take on it. Hear what both sides have to say and make up your own mind. For most of us, our mind is already made up. You may think that listening to the candidates is a waste of time. I would argue that it is not. You should know where your candidate stands and his opponent. You should hear what you are supporting from the mouth of the candidate and hear what you are up against. One of those men will be our President on January 20, 2005. Shouldn't you hear what they have to say for themselves without it being filtered through campaign staff, news commentators, people you talk to? I recommend watching on C-SPAN. Their "point the cameras and leave" style is my favorite because I know I'll see everything as it happens and I won't be subjected to anyone else's opinion while I watch. Most television commentators just piss me off, talking when they should just shut the hell up, so I enjoy just watching as if I was in the auditorium myself. I also recommend checking out The Daily Show's LIVE post-debate analysis. They tout themselves as a fake news organization, but I think they do a great job at informing the public while making us laugh. Besides I ? Jon Stewart ;) On another related note, I want everyone to read my friend, A's entry about women's suffrage here. Women were beaten and died so that we would have a chance to pull the lever and punch the chad. If you are a woman, it is your duty to vote. I think voter apathy is a bunch of crap anyway, but as a woman, it's doubly so. Take five minutes out of your day on November 2nd and vote. Because I'm tired of it year after year after year after year having to chose between the lesser of who cares? Of trying to get myself excited about a candidate who can speak in complete sentences. Of setting the bar so low, I can hardly look at it. They say a good man can't get elected President. I don't believe that, do you? -Leo McGarry (John Spencer), "In The Shadow of Two Gunmen, Part I" (The West Wing) Jenn posted at 2:20 AM | |
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I got this as a forward from my "big sister" Danielle and I wanted to share it. It's a rare day when I get a forward that I hadn't seen before. A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity...boiling water.. each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?" Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean? Jenn posted at 2:57 AM | |
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So, apparently we had an earthquake. Yeah, I didn't feel it at all, being asleep and all. But thanks for your concern all the same ;) Jenn posted at 10:54 PM | |
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Like the Hokies, I was born a Redskins fan. It's not an easy thing to be. Right along with sledding on the hills behind my house and raking leaves to jump into, my childhood memories of fall include my father screaming obscenities at the television set on Sunday afternoon when the Redskins screwed something up. I also remember being in fifth grade when they went to the Superbowl. I had a room full of souvenirs. I met a player at a local sports store and got an autographed picture. Those were the glory days. Perhaps it was the idealism of my childhood. Perhaps it was all the second-hand hype I heard. Call me naive, but I really thought that bring Gibbs back would return us to the glory days. I thought he would come in there, clean house, inspire the troops and whip the team into shape. I guess not. Living out here, I don't get to see my team play on television very often. Since we've got both an NFC and an AFC team in this area, they dominate television coverage. Monday Night Football is an exception and I don't even have to worry about staying up into the wee hours of the night. I woke from my nap and snapped on the television and watched my team suck it. The offense bites the big one. They got to the 1 yard line with four downs to go before half-time and they had to settle for a field goal. I'm not going sit here and pretend that I'm the biggest football fan ever and I know all the ins and outs of the game, but I know shitty playing when I see it and I'm watching it right now. The worst part is we're playing the Cowboys. According to my dad, they're not as good as we're making them look tonight, but they are still good. That just upsets me. Just like I was born to love the Redskins, I was born to hate the Cowboys. I don't know who the players are, but I know that I hate them. The other thing I hate about MNF is John Madden. Maybe he is trying to make football for the masses (isn't it already?), but he some of the stupidest stuff I've ever heard. It makes me miss Sonny, Sam and Frank from Redskins radio back home. Well, the Skins have scored a touchdown (finally!) and the crowd is back into it. Like the commentator said, "This crowd loves their team, but you gotta give them something to cheer for!" With the fourth quarter left to play, here's hoping we can stick to the Cowboys on national television. Jenn posted at 11:09 PM | |
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I am pulling my first official all-nighter of the semester, studying for my Western Civ exam. I think I am probably overdoing it, but I don't like to be caught unprepared for the first test because then you really have to work your ass off on all the rest of the stuff to get the average back up. And when there's only quiz grades (25%) and 3 exams (25% each), I gots to get a good grade on this one out of the box. Anyway, I'm just finishing up my 30 minute study break where I played some competitive solitaire while reading. Yay for multi-tasking! Remind me why I went back to school again? Jenn posted at 7:04 AM | |
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sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy but I've got friends that love me and they know just where I stand it's all a part of me that's who I am I'm a saint and I'm a sinner I'm a loser, I'm a winner I am steady and unstable I am young and I am able "Who I Am" by Jessica Andrews Jenn posted at 11:22 PM | |
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The Daily Show always makes me laugh. Jon Stewart is one person on television that can always crack me up. Matthew Broderick is the guest tonight and while he's not being very charming, Jon is covering quite well. Matthew got a quick dig in about being given a copy of Jon's new book to which Jon replied, "You've angered them." It's hard for me to look at Matthew Broderick without thinking of Adam, an intern I worked with at Kilborn. Adam went to New York with some buddies the summer before and encountered Matthew Broderick on the street. Being a little more than a little bit drunk, Adam screamed, "Hey, it's Matthew Broderick -- let's get him!" Matthew took off running as did Adam and his buddies after him. It's probably a lot funnier if you know Adam. Jenn posted at 2:24 AM | |
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::raises hand:: It's only 9:30 and all I want to do is go back to bed, so I can wake up and do this day all over again. I overslept, missing the first bus that I would normally take to the MUNI station. The next bus comes between 9:20 and 9:30. I came out of my apartment complex at 9:19 to watch it go by. I started to run up the San Francisco hill to the bus stop, where it had stopped at the stop sign just long enough for me to get almost close enough to touch it before pulling away, without me on it. I guess my PoliSci class will have to do without me this morning. ::sigh:: Jenn posted at 12:30 PM | |
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I successfully completed my JEPET (Junior English Proficiency Essay Test) yesterday. Well, actually, we'll see how successful I was in 4-6 weeks. It seemed fairly easy -- just create a position paper using the facts given, demonstrating your ability to write. I'd like to think that I have a natural talent when it comes to articulating thoughts through the written word, but that's not really for me to decide this time. Katie pointed out that today is Talk Like a Pirate Day. I remember last year's quite well. It's Rey's birthday and last year I was working my last Friday at HPR. I hope Rey had a good birthday. I don't have his cell number in my phone anymore and even though I swore that after working as a receptionist there for six months I'd never forget anyone's number -- I have. I hope he's doing well at school and hopefully, he's found another job besides HPR. I had forgotten all about the Emmys until E! sent me an e-mail reminding me to watch their pre- and post-show coverage. Well, I didn't do either, but I did watch the ceremony for the most part. It's strange that I've completely left that part of my life behind. I didn't really care who won, who lost or who wore what. I was excited that Allison Janney won again though. I love The West Wing. I forget that real life politics is not as fabulous as the show, as evidenced by my time spent volunteering for the Boxer campaign. But I digress. If you enjoy the show as much as I do, you must go out and pick up The West Wing Seasons 3 & 4: The Shooting Scripts. I read the foreward in the store yesterday and I was mesmerized. I forgot how good Sorkin is. Jenn posted at 12:41 AM | |
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I suffer from chronic migraines. If you're friends with me, then I'm sure you've been witness to least one of my attacks, mostly involving me laying on the ground, crying/whining/sweating and hoping not to throw up anymore. Apparently, I am not the only one. fish wrote a fabulous account of her latest trial. I had one on Friday night when I woke up from my nap and I did actually utter the words "Please don't let me throw up until the medicine dissolves." Sometimes I wonder if I'll be able to take childbirth, but then I think that if I can live through a migraine while having debilitating cramps, crapping out a kid can't be that much worse. Jenn posted at 7:01 PM | |
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I heard it called a "love letter to New York." I remember loving it in the theatre, though now watching it on cable, it's not as great as I remember. It was the first movie I watched post-9/11. I remember loving Eugene Levy and laughing unabashedly at his antics. I remember hearing David Gray's music playing throughout which reminded me of KB who just happened to be sitting next to me. I remember leaving the theatre and all I wanted to do was go to New York, lay on the ice, letting snow fall on me and fall in love with a mysterious stranger. Jenn posted at 2:45 AM | |
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So, as I mentioned before, I have to do a civil engagement project for my PoliSci class. My prof put up a list of contacts on his webpage and I finally sat down to write an e-mail to one of the volunteer coordinators last night. I got an e-mail from the Boxer campaign this morning, letting me know about a mailing they are doing tomorrow, could I come help? I'm so excited! He also said that we could talk about a regular schedule then. I'm actually going to be working on a campaign -- for free -- for my favorite Senator ;) Yay me! Jenn posted at 5:21 PM | |
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I hope it's totally fabulous, just like you ;) Jenn posted at 3:03 AM | |
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We briefly touched on counterfactualism in my seminar today and it really intrigued me. It may be riddled with criticism and impossible to do scientifically, but it's quite intriguing to think of what might have happened if the Black Death had wiped out Europe in 1340 and taken them out of the equation as an empire or how things would have turned out if the Native Americans had overtaken the Spanish conquistadors. I could never really study that kind of history in my career, but it reminded me of what I do in my own life all the time. What if I hadn't left TCU? Would I still be where I am today? What if I hadn't broken up with HT over something stupid in high school? Would he and I still be together? Would we still be friends? What if I took the Wheel of Fortune internship instead of the one at Form? Would I still be working in the industry? Just some of the little ways I torture myself late at night when I can't sleep. Jenn posted at 2:40 AM | |
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After sleeping for about 12 hours this morning, I feel recovered from my short-lived adventure. I miss Anna and Eugenia already because we had a fabulous time together, though, as always, too short. Wednesday was spent cleaning, reading, napping and talking on the phone. I had cramps, but managed to stay on track with my classes. I left my phone on vibrate and while I was napping, I saw that Anna had called to let me know that they had gotten to the airport. I looked up their flight on JetBlue and saw that it had taken off at 7:15pm. Seeing that it was 4:30, I decided not to call, since Anna wouldn't get the message until I picked them up. The phone rang at 4:50 and I saw that it was Anna. My heart sank. I figured they had missed the plane and therefore, weren't coming. Nope. They were on the plane, which was still sitting on the runway at Dulles. There were some terrible thunderstorms going through the area as Frances passed through. I told her that JetBlue had said that they had already taken off. She asked if I wanted her to call when they were actually going to leave. I told her not to worry, I would continue to check JetBlue's website before I left for class. If they were a little late getting in, I had plenty to read at the airport. The phone rang again at 5:45 -- Anna. They were still on the ground. She related to me that the pilot had said that even if they took off right then (which they didn't), they wouldn't get in until 11:30 or so. So now I could go to my whole Presidential Election class. The pilot came on again while we were on the phone, saying that they would take off momentarily. We hurridly said goodbye and I headed for class. When I got home, while on the phone with Kim, I checked the website and it seemed they made up the time in air since they were to be arriving at 11:07pm. By the time I got to the airport, the monitor said that the plane had arrived. A few minutes later, they came down the ramp. Tired but in good spirts, we gathered their luggage and headed for my apartment. Thursday, my alarm went off at it's Wednesday time and I reluctantly got out of bed. I showered and dressed before waking my tired company. We got off to a slow start, but the bus came when it was supposed to and they enjoyed riding the MUNI train into town. The SF Symphony was giving its annual free concert and Anna was dying to check it out, being a professional cellist and all. I found the Yerba Buena Gardens with minimal difficulty and we got a prime spot by the cellos. What had been a cold, cloudy day at my apartment was a hot, sunny day in the garden. We all ended up shedding out sweatshirts and jackets. Anna ended up with a nasty sunburn, but it was definitely worth it. We headed back to my apartment to grab the car and start sight-seeing in earnest. While on the train, we started playing an informal game of "Remember [fill in name of person from high school]?" We were laughing and gossiping about those we'd seen and heard about. We pulled my yearbook out when we arrived home, pointing our old crushes and friends. After spending too long on memory lane, I made the executive decision to skip my New York class for the afternoon and take them sight-seeing. We piled into the car with the yearbook and maps, ready to explore. We went down Lombard Street, quite on accident, but it was lots of fun and we took a bunch of pictures. We headed up to Coit Tower which had a wonderful view. From there, we visited Pier 39, including my friends, the sea lions. A trip through the Marina landed us on 101 and across the Golden Gate bridge. We got totally windblown on the Marin headlands, but also got some fabulous pictures. We ended the day in the city at the Palace of Fine Arts, where we watched a man feed the animals and Eugenia talked to an old man who feed grass to the swans. We ordered Chinese take-out from the place across the street and made Cosmopolitans to drink while we watched Sex and the City. I woke up with a hangover on Friday, but powered through my classes, thanks to Excedrin Migraine. I met up with Eugenia and Anna in Chinatown, after walking about 15 blocks up Powell (a "cable car hill"). Needless to say, my hip was killing me, but I decided to "play hurt." We finished up in Chinatown by taking a cable car back to Market Street. I don't think I'll ever find that mode of transport blase. We took the MUNI back to my stop, but caught a different bus to take us into Haigh-Ashbury. Eugenia was in thrift-shop heaven! I was in constant pain, but I got some reading done while they shopped till they dropped. We took a creative way home, via the San Francisco Conservatory of Music that Anna wanted to visit. We were jammed on the J-line MUNI train and the 28 bus, but it was still fun. We arrived home about an hour after we were originally supposed to meet with Eugenia's friend, Nellie, so we rescheduled for 7pm. We parked in Chinatown and walked up to North Beach for dinner at the Stinking Rose, a local chain. Dinner was quite good and the company was better. Nellie led us through North Beach, pointing out various landmarks. The girls got some good pictures of St. Peter and Paul's, a beautiful church, with the distinction of being where Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio got married. We walked back to restaurant row, in search of Vesuvius, a bar where the beatniks used to hang out. We went in to use the bathroom, but ended up getting drinks and talking in the upstairs balcony seating. The people watching was fabulous and I definitely want to go someday. We left around 11 to take Nellie to the BART station as she lives in the East Bay. We came home and planned our Napa trip before falling into bed. The alarm went off *way* too early on Saturday morning, but we had actually overslept. We got ready quickly, strapping on sweaters, since the Weather Channel said it was only in the mid-50s in Napa. We made pretty good time until we ended up on a two-lane road behind a guy who wanted to go about 10 miles below any of the posted speed limits (which got progressively lower as we headed into St. Helena). We were almost late for our Historic District tour of Beringer, but we made it just in time. The winery was beautiful and the tour was great, even if our tourmates were very dim and our tour guide was bit too in love with the Beringer brothers. After buying too much wine in the gift shop, we headed back into St. Helena for lunch. We stopped at a used bookstore, where I bought too many books. We had lunch in a fabulous little cafe and contemplated moving to the wonderful little town. From there we headed to Mondavi for a short tour, but the next one wasn't until 4:15. We paid for our reservation, took some pictures and headed up the road to Sterling. We stopped at Sutter Home and Dean & Deluca (the only one on the west coast) before ending up at the best winery of the day. We took a short tram ride up the mountain for our self-guided tour. Anna and Eugenia enjoyed the wine and I enjoyed the view. As we took the tram ride down, it became apparent that we would not be able to make it to Mondavi on time. We called and they suggested we stop by for a refund. We did, taking more pictures and tasting more wine. Around 5, we headed back for the city. As we crossed the Bay Bridge, the city was ensconced in fog, much to the girls' delight. We parked at Ghirardelli Square and headed for dinner. We finished the day with a trip to a souvineer store and a sundae at Ghirardelli's ice cream shop. Back at the apartment, we all employed some creative packing techniques to get all of the clothes, wine and other souvineers into their luggage without violating FAA regulations. I got them to the airport about 45 minutes before flight time. We hugged and they went on their way. I sang along to my CDs as I drove back to my side of the bay, falling asleep almost as soon as I got home. I'm so glad they were able to visit and I hope that more of you will do the same! Jenn posted at 12:22 AM | |
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I'm too damn tired to write the articulate version with brilliant imagery, so I'm going with the "blue card" version. Woke up to the phone ringing. Passed out in the bathroom after got dehydrated while doing laundry. Took an hour and twenty minutes to get to class. Didn't get to the bookstore to buy the book I needed for class. Made good comments in class despite the lack of reading. Got out of class a hour early because of the heat. Was acosted by another stupid man at the bus stop. Went to the grocery store. Still have lots to do before Anna and Eugenia show up tomorrow. Bed soon. Jenn posted at 1:29 AM | |
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We've been having a heat wave here in Northern California. Not having air-conditioning, I've spent of the day and night with the sliding door open, hoping for a breeze that's never coming. I do own a fan, but it's buried in the back of my utility closet and since I'm trying to keep the place clean until Anna & Eugenia come, unloading the utility closet doesn't seem like the best idea. According to the 10-day forecast, it's supposed to be cooling down, so it really wouldn't be worth the effort anyway. I thought about going down to Santa Cruz to get a tan, but I decided to settle for my balcony. I was even too lazy to put my swimsuit on and layout by the pool. I sat out on my balcony and read for PoliSci, but I didn't get much of a tan because the sun was moving across too fast. I did have to dig out the sunscreen. I wasn't sure I even owned any. But now I've got that oily, sunscreen-y feeling all over. I want to take another shower, but it's late. It does feel strange though. I'm starting to feel the time I took off from school. I feel like I've forgotten how to write a paper. And it's not even a real paper. My seminar prof just wants a one pager on possible topics for our 12-15 paper that we'll be working on all summer. Now, I can ramble on my blog for paragraphs on end, but bring up that Word document and ask me to write a coherent sentence and I freak out! And I even have two possible paper topics, actually three, so that means the amount I have to write on each is reduced to a third of a page. But it's still blank. How do I break out of this funk? Jenn posted at 1:27 AM | |
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Send President Clinton a get well message! <--- I did and it was fun ;) Jenn posted at 12:53 AM | |
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I had just given out my next to last invite and damn if six more don't pop into my box! I don't know if this is a never-ending cycle or what, but if you need a Gmail invite, leave a comment. I have plenty, apparently ;) Jenn posted at 5:30 AM | |
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Have you ever seen those bail bonds commercials where the woman is woken up in the middle of the night by her husband's phone call from jail? She gets all upset and ends up taking her toddler to the bail bond place where they give her coffee and the kid draws pictures. Those commercials crack me up everytime and they make me a little sad. But I'll say this for the slight chance that I end up married to any of you. If you wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me you're in jail -- I can promise that after you are regaled with every curse word I know in three languages, you will continue to spend the night in jail. In fact, you might be there for a while because I'm not using one red cent of my money to get your bastard ass of the clink. Just fair warning. Jenn posted at 9:59 PM | |
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I looking for a good scarf. I've never actually owned a scarf. Well, maybe I have, but it was when I was very, very little. It's cold here. It's not like DC in January, but it's not like Vegas in July either. I don't usually wear my "winter" coat when I go out, but I do need a jacket of some kind. I'm also thinking ahead to my trip to New York in January. I was speaking with my parents about my list of things to see and do and my dad reminded me, "You know it's going to be winter there, right?" So, I search for a scarf. GAP had one I liked a winter or two ago. Why didn't I buy it then? Who needs a scarf in LA? They have an interesting collection this season, but nothing that really grabs me. Banana Republic has this offering for $98. Now I like scarves and I like BR, but 98 bucks? Not hardly! BR.com also has this one, but I'm not really into the tassels. Old Navy has one that's more in the direction I'm looking, but it would totally clash with the winter coat I have now. I'm looking at getting a different winter coat, but seeing as how I am not employed right now, it's not an expense I can really justify at the moment. I love browsing BlueFly! I can't afford to buy the coutour, even at their discount prices, but it's still pretty to look at ;) No luck with scarves, though there are some nice gloves. J Crew has no scarves, but that didn't stop me from looking around a bit. What do we think about these? Forget the price tag for a second (I have ::grin::) -- do either of these scream fall nuptials?   Maybe I need a hat. Jenn posted at 1:16 AM | |
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Oh once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feeling down Yeah nothing can change what you mean to me There's alot that I could say but just hold me now Cause our love will light the way "Heaven" by Bryan Adams It's crazy the things that jar a memory. I'm unable to sleep tonight because of the nap I took this afternoon. I've got VH1 Classics on and they are showing a bunch of 80s videos. I was sitting here, writing up my paper proposal for my history seminar when I hear a song that I haven't heard since that night. I don't know why I remember it. I look up, and sure enough, it's Bryan Adams singing. Suddenly I'm flashing back to sophmore year at the Dance-A-Thon. I was wearing my Hard Rock Cafe sweatshirt that I got at the Pink Elephant sale and hoping that Chris would dance with me. And sure enough he did. My friends were taking pictures and I was acting embarrassed, but secretly pleased. Three minutes moving in a slow circle in a dark Sunday School classroom in stocking feet and I was on top of the world. It didn't take much to make me happy in those days. I miss the times of sleepovers and lockins, vocab tests and 5th period lunch. Okay, I don't miss the vocabs tests, but I do miss writing notes in class and staying up all night with my friends, playing truth or dare and spilling secrets that we swore we would never tell (with varying degrees of success). Next week, Anna and Eugenia are coming for a visit and I couldn't be more excited! It's going to be like high school all over again, except we're legal and have money ;) I can't wait! Jenn posted at 7:51 AM | |
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I love the start of a new month. I love changing the calendar to the next page, using the new month on my checks, my notes for class. I love the spanky fresh feeling of a clean slate. Of course, I don't enjoy taking my rent check into the office, no matter how sweet the staff is or mailing the rest of my bills out with their new snowy egret stamps on the envelope. It's been a while since I've experienced one, but September is also hurricane season. This has been an active one so far, with Charley ripping into the west coast of Florida, Gaston drowning Richmond and Frances ready to run into West Palm Beach. I remember tracking hurricanes last year when that one was coming for Northern Virginia. There seem to be people who have moved in across the hall. Here's hoping they're nice (I've still got a Friends complex...shut up!) So happy September! I hope it brings change and peace ;) Jenn posted at 2:53 AM | |
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I had my junior seminar today. I absolutely love my professor and I'm so glad that I chose her. I really want to take more of her classes. It's a smallish class (not as small as she wanted) of 24 people. I'm going to be working my ass off, but I think I'm really going to love it. I ended up riding the MUNI back with one of the guys from my class which was cool. We ended up having a lot in common and it was nice to have someone to chat with on the commute. August is coming to a close and it's a signal that the summer is really over. Of course for me it's been over for a week with the start of school. I don't really feel like I did a lot this summer, though I did meet Bill Clinton, quit my job and leave Los Angeles. Not too shabby, but next summer, I really want to take a vacation. Jenn posted at 1:11 AM | |