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Ben Affleck's Next Role: Senator? You want to get involved in politics, Ben? Write a check - leave the governing to people who don't make shitty movie after shitty movie. Jenn posted at 8:27 PM | |
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Happy Birthday Ellen! I hope you have a fabulous day, even though you have to go to school. I hope that you find 14 way, way better than I did ;) Jenn posted at 3:01 AM | |
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Sing it with me! Mondays are good days for me because I have PoliSci. Even on lecture days (like today), it's still an awesome class. We discussed the studies we're doing in November - and how we're going to be actually creating the research questions for one of the studies. So exciting! I got good news about my internship evaluation and I had a great dinner with friends after class and PSSA aftermeeting. I've got reading to do for tomorrow, but I'm really enjoying my night. Such a great day! Jenn posted at 12:35 AM | |
I know that I have tons of pictures of this one structure in the city and I promise that I'll set out to find new favorite places in this great metropolis in the future. I just really love the calm that surrounds you, even though you are just yards from the freeway and the hum of the city, when you walk around the gravel path. The only noise is the splashing of the seagulls in the lake and the tourists, snapping as many photos as they can, capturing the sunshine. Jenn posted at 2:54 AM | |
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Today was such a great day, weather-wise! Highs in the 70s, with bright sunshine and no wind. I ended up at the beach, doing my polisci reading. I think my tan evened out a little bit and hopefully, I can do a bit more on Wednesday when it's supposed to be this nice again. Okay, back to work... Jenn posted at 11:35 PM | |
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Between last night and this afternoon, I'm just having the time of my life and now it's the weekend, so whoo-freakin'-hoo! Jenn posted at 9:28 PM | |
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Tonight was the big PSSA fundraiser at Chevy's and man, we had a good time! G and I reminisced about Sac and all sorts of other fun stuff. The Dean and two of the best PoliSci profs came to join the rowdy group of us, which was awesome! I made Prof C feel old and I think I only stuck my foot in my mouth two or three times - yay for me! I'm feeling good still, even though I have a short paper to write, but you know, it just makes "The Daily Show" that much funnier ;) Jenn posted at 2:10 AM | |
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Or more like zoned out. Man, I just couldn't concentrate today. It doesn't help that my first prof of the day speaks really softly. It really doesn't take a whole lot to tune him out. Oops! I had my cardio workout for the day, when I had to run for the bus. Thank goodness for the slow moving seniors who were boarding ahead of me - I don't think I would made it otherwise. I hate running up that hill. I've got to catch up on my polisci reading tonight - I feel like my luck is going to run out and Prof C's going to notice that I haven't read ;) I'm also trying to get my apartment cleaned up. It's amazing how messed up it can get when I don't pay attention for a couple of weeks. Jenn posted at 9:24 PM | |
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Okay, that was my contribution to International Talk Like a Pirate Day. So, of course, the day that I wear my new sweater with my wool coat, summer arrives in my fair city. I can't complain about the wonderfulness of the weather (though it was a bit disappointing to have to spend most of the day in class), but one of these days I would like to figure out how everyone manages to dress so cute and weather-appropriate every day. If I'm rockin' a t-shirt and flops, you can bet that the sun won't shine and the fog will hang low over the city. If I've got my coat on, it's a sunny day in the neighborhood. Everyone always says "layers" but I just don't know how to do that! Otherwise, it was a good day. Turns out, I didn't need to be nervous about my polisci quiz - I got a 100 AND my prof had me read one of my answers as a sample "good answer." Yay for me! I got out 5 minutes early in both my afternoon classes and I only had to wait 5 minutes for the bus. I really should go out to the pool and lay out to even out this crazy tan I've got going, but I think I'm going to go shopping instead. The good sun is probably gone anyway ;) Jenn posted at 7:54 PM | |
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I hate reading people who write better than I do. That's a horribly bitchy thing to see written down, but it's true. It makes all those little throw-away compliments that my family and friends lavish on me from time to time feel like dirty little lies. I don't think anyone would accuse me of believing my own hype (if I even had such a thing), but there are times when I lay in my tiny twin bed in my tiny 1-bedroom apartment in this little city and let the words wash over me, until I am convinced that I could do it for a living. I could be like Meg Cabot or Jennifer Weiner, living on the money that I make from writing (not to mentioned married to wonderful men with a family of cats or children). Of course, I usually wake up before I get too carried away. Everyone should be better at one thing than everyone else. My friend Caryn is a pianst. My friend Anna is a cellist. My friend Adam can recite every line of every Simpsons episode ever (oh and he's also a certified genius!). I always wanted to be "the writer." I wanted to go to fabulous cocktail parties and have that mysterious career that everyone envies. "Oh, what do you do for a living?" "I'm a writer." "Really? Wow..." Perhaps, it's my upcoming birthday. When KB turned 25, I teased him during his quarterlife crisis - after all, I was a mere child of 22 at the time. I scoffed at those who said that turning 25 was a big deal. It's just an age. I had come to terms with my birthday and my life as it was a long time ago. Except, now that it's rapidly sneaking up on me, I'm faced with the existential, mind-numbing questions that I had hoped to avoid. What am I doing? Where is my life going? What the hell do I want to do with my life after graduation? I think I need more ice cream. Jenn posted at 12:13 AM | |
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I am in need of new jeans and the place I usually shop, New York & Company, is pissing me off. They aren't making them as dark as I like and the size I used to wear isn't the right size anymore. I think it's time for a new store and new brand. So, ladies, where do you get your jeans? Jenn posted at 7:14 PM | |
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It seems so easy now Everything I dreamed about when I was a child It looks like a good thing’s here And I think I’ll stay for a while And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands I’m the only one who can help me find my feet again "If I Fall" by Tara MacLean Jenn posted at 4:39 AM | |
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A commenter at the State livejournal: Jenn posted at 2:53 AM | |
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I am obsessed with LibraryThing. I love how it's organized and I've been playing with it all afternoon. Fantastic! Jenn posted at 8:11 PM | |
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I took a nap this afternoon as I was still very tired when I got home from class. I had a dream where I was at a shopping center across the street from my old apartment with my uncle and my two cousins. I could point out my old apartment building, but I couldn't find my new one. (Perhaps that's because it's in another city?!) Things in the dream kept moving along until I was on an escalator with a friend from school (though it's no one I actually know) and they asked me how old someone was. As soon as I tried to do the subtraction to figure out her age, I woke up. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200. I run from math at all occasions (something that is a bit of a running joke between me and Prof C), but I never knew that even my subconscious hates math. Good to know. Jenn posted at 10:56 PM | |
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Like I mentioned yesterday, Sean Elsbernd was on campus today for a meeting sponsored by the PSSA. As a new member of the PSSA and because I'm always interested in what's going on in the city, I attended today. K and I ended up sitting right across the table from the Supervisor. He mentioned that he had been there last semester - looked right at me and said, "you were there, right? I'm sorry, I can't remember your name." I nodded, dumbstruck. I had been there in APRIL, but I hadn't said a word. I just listened (like today). I am beyond impressed and just a bit giddy that he remembered me five months later. I made a point to shake his hand at the end of the meeting, even though I was really late for my next class. Maybe it's nothing and maybe it's everything. But it felt really good. Jenn posted at 9:42 PM | |
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I'm still waiting for the medication I took two hours ago to kick in, so I blog. I have written homework that's due tomorrow and because Sean Elsbernd is coming to campus again tomorrow, I don't have a break in which to do it. It must get done tonight, but it's hard to concentrate when your brain actually hurts. I saw the trailer for the movie of In Her Shoes twice tonight - so exciting! It's one of my favorite books and since the author loved the movie, I can't wait to see it as well. Okay, I'm off to try to do my homework. Jenn posted at 2:47 AM | |
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Every time I think I have Prof C's tests/quizzes figured out, there's a twist. And this time the twist was that there wasn't a twist. It was absolutely straight-forward, 5 questions, based on lecture and discussion. Actually easy - go figure! I couldn't fall asleep last night, so I ended up not meeting up with D, K and the crew to study, but I think I did alright anyway. We shall see. I'm so tired today. It was all I could do to make it through my afternoon classes. Then I had PSSA stuff, so I'm just now getting home. I really need to go grocery shopping, do more laundry, read for tomorrow and write, but it's all I can do to even get up and get a soda. I think I'm going to go to bed early tonight and just sleep as long as I can. I'll be productive tomorrow (the procrastinators motto)! Jenn posted at 8:19 PM | |
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I drove down to the Mountain View Wine & Arts Festival today and it was fabulous. I was wearing a tank top and jeans and I was actually HOT instead of freezing like at my apartment. Maybe I should move there ;) I was really drawn to the photography of Michael P. Wood. Though I wasn't able to afford to buy any of it, his photos were exquisite. They are they kinds of photos that I wish I could take. Seeing them also reminded me how much I wish I had the investment capital to set up a small booth for myself of my own photographs - I think I could make a small fortune, charging the same prices as the other photographers. I also did some shopping and some laundry. Now, it's time to tackle the readings for PoliSci that D called me about this afternoon. I've got a quiz tomorrow and I'm nervous. Prof C said that it was "easy," but Prof C's version of easy and actual easy are two different things. I haven't been able to figure out the twist that Prof C always puts on his "knowledge evaluations" for this one yet and it's driving me crazy. Well, that and other things ;) Jenn posted at 1:49 AM | |
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In a post at The Bay Area is Talking, Brian posted And that reminded me of working at Kilborn. Our first run to the Farmer's market of the day would usually coincide with the line up of contestants for "The Price is Right." KB and I used to go out the Artist's Entrance instead of the entrance in the back because the potential contestants would doing their best to get our attention. We'd stand close together and just "appraise" the line, really screwing with them. We always said that one day we'd come down with clipboards and "interview" them, but we never got around to it. I had a lot of fun that summer, most of which wasn't related to the job at all. But messing with Price is Right contestants was always a high point. Not quite as high as the day we snuck onto the set and ran around, but still fun. Jenn posted at 8:44 PM | |
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I am completely unable to ask for help. I hate feeling stupid. It's right up there with humiliation and foolishness on my list of feelings that I hate. I don't claim to know everything about everything, but I feel like most of the time, I am a smart person - in class (in life and relationships, I plead the fifth). So why is it, that when I'm completely lost, I refuse to raise my hand and ask a question? Ignoring the fact that the entire discussion was over my head, I just sat there with my head down, hoping no one would notice the crinkle in my forehead and the stunned look in my eyes. I've read over my notes, I've re-read the readings and I'm still lost. And even though it would take two seconds to send an email to ask for clarification, I'm stuck - I can't do it. I know the answers not going to jump from the reader into my brain between now and class tomorrow. I know that there's a quiz on this on Monday. But I'm paralyzed at the keyboard. Why can't I send that SOS? Jenn posted at 3:42 AM | |
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I've been an e-mailing demon this afternoon. I've written 11 emails, which is just unheard of for me. I've replied to people I've meant to reply to and sent emails that I've been meaning to send for the longest time. I've also been breaking in the shoes I bought for Kristin's wedding. So right now I'm dressed in a white tank top, Santa Cruz cheer shorts and 4" black heels. Sex-ay! Jenn posted at 10:17 PM | |
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I feel helpless being out here when there are people dying without food, water, electricity or shelter. My mom said that we should pray for them, but the hundreds of thousands of people that are homeless right now can't stay inside my prayers. God moves in mysterious ways, but tell that to the guy who watched his wife wash away who can't stop crying. Like most of my readers, I don't have disposable income. Not having a job right now, I don't have any real income at all. I can't donate blood because I have an intense fear of needles (sorry, I couldn't do it during the 9/11 aftermath, I can't do it now). But I can't sit idly by and pretend like my life is still normal. Sure, it seems normal because I've been going to class, reading, studying, knitting - all the same things. But I can't watch the news because it's too sad. I have friends who have lost everything, everything in their lives and have no idea when they might be able to restore normality to their daily existence. I have a cousin who was getting ready to start at the University of New Orleans. He fled to Texas, but is now without anything but the clothes on his back. My parents are keeping him this weekend while his family decides what they are going to do and whether he's going to have to go back to Ecuador and try again in the spring. I can't imagine that there's anyone out there who hasn't been bombarded with places to donate, things to do, opportunities to help at this awful time. Most are monetary because that's the easiest way for the relief teams to get exactly what they need exactly when they need it. To me, though, to send $5 with the click of a button doesn't seem like I'm doing anything. It doesn't seem like it will give Amy back her house or help Lauren go back to law school at Tulane any sooner. But it will. I have to believe that. Every dollar and bit of change grabbed from couch cushions, car cupholders and pants pocket can help someone try to start their life again. Of course, it's not the only thing we need, but I'm trying to stay away from the partisan rant right now. So, if you have the time, the resources and the inclination, click through to one of the sites I've listed below and make a contribution or a flood bucket.   Instructions for making a flood bucket |
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There's a guy in my women's history class that has the same name as KB. I don't know what he looks like, but it seems very strange to me. In other news, gas has gone up 34 cents in the last two days. But I feel like such a bitch complaining about gas prices when some people have lost everything they own that I'll just shut up and pay it. Jenn posted at 11:28 PM | |