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1 melted Maze + free public transit + too many commuters = Jenn is so very tired Your regularly scheduled blog about Jenn's life will return after she gets a good night's sleep. Or two. Jenn posted at 11:17 PM | |
a car full of books and anticipation, I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot but the world don't need scholars as much as I thought. Maybe I'll go traveling for a year, finding myself or start a career. I could work for the poor though I'm hungry for fame we all seem so different but we're just the same. Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat, aren't things more easy with a tight six pack? Who knows the answers? Who do you trust? I can't even separate love from lust. Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans, working nine to five answering phones. Don't make me live for my Friday nights, drinking eight pints and getting in fights. I don't want to get up, just let me lie in, leave me alone, I'm a twenty something. Maybe I'll just fall in love that could solve it all, philosophers say that that’s enough, there surely must be more. Love ain't the answer nor is work, the truth eludes me so much it hurts. But I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key, I'm a twenty something and I'll keep being me. "Twentysomething" by Jamie Cullen ETA: Just in case you were wondering after you saw this, I'm okay, but my commute is going to SUCK tomorrow! Jenn posted at 7:11 PM | |
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I rather like most of what Mark Morford comes up with, but this just made me laugh out loud at my desk yesterday morning - The Key Chain Of Your Doom! My favorite part? It's gotta be this: I meant to post this when I got home from work, but I accidentally fell asleep. Man, I'm getting old. I fell asleep around 7:30 yesterday evening, briefly waking at 12:30am to get off the couch and fall into bed. I woke up again around 7am this morning to take some migraine meds and promptly passed out until 11:30am. I don't know what tired me out so much this week, but wow. I was just knocked out. Sigh. Jenn posted at 6:27 PM | |
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Work was alternately calm and stressful and I'm interested to see what tomorrow brings. Here's hoping I can get through the day without losing my temper. I should be in my downward slide towards the finish line, but for whatever reason, I really hate when other people attribute missteps to me that were not my fault. It seems very passive aggressive and I'm not sure why it is being done. But I will put an end to it, either subtlety or overtly. Depends on my mood tomorrow. I meant to go to bed early tonight to make up for all the sleep I've been losing lately, but then I got caught up watching The Prince and Me on ABC Family and I can't stop now. It's a cheesy movie, but I kinda love it. And it gets me in the mood for the chessiness of Grey's Anatomy tomorrow night. Oh and congrats to the lovely Mr. Dempsey on being named one of People mag's Most Gorgeous or whatever they call it. Though really, I just wanted an excuse to post another photo Dr McDreamy ;) Jenn posted at 12:52 AM | |
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While I'm at work, I'm constantly writing in my head. I've got ideas for blog entries, research projects, potential columns and other thoughts. I never feel comfortable enough with the security of my work computer to actually put these down in digital ink. And now that I'm home - I've got nada. I hate the way my mind is always flitting off to the next thing, never lingering on a thought for more than a moment or two. Bill Simmons has a series of columns called "The Ramblings," which are always a laugh riot (though nothing beats a good Mailbag). So, instead of trying to piece together something resembling a respectable blog entry, I'm just going to let it fly ;)
Over here on the West Coast, we're not having such a good day with our protected animals. Nibbles is on the loose and becoming more coyote-like every day. Seems strange to think of a elephant seal as a murderer. Perhaps I would feel differently if I were a harbor seal. I wish I was brave enough to enjoy this on my own. It seems like another one of those things that is unique to the Bay Area that I should be taking advantage of before I leave. And yet, all I can think about it is how much fun it would be to do with a gal pal. I wouldn't have fun all on my own - I'd be too self-conscious. And of course, just by clicking that link, I've found a studio that teaches ballet to adult students that's four blocks from the BART station I use. Will I actually take the leap? Probably not.
The animal rights people had a protest at work, complete with 6' x 8' photos of lab-tested animals and a guy with a bullhorn, shouting things like "Shame on [the university where I work]!" Very stirring stuff. Okay, not really, but it did take me a whole minute to block that monkey photo out of my head and start eating my lunch. Maybe I'm used to college protests, but I felt like I could take each and every one of these protesters in a fight and still have energy to run Lake M. I was supposed to do laundry tonight, but I was too lazy. I'm guessing it's going to be "dress creatively" day at work tomorrow. Why did SoapNet move the BH90210 reruns to 3pm & 4pm? I loved coming home from work to the drama of Steve's receding hairline and Kelly's crisis-of-the-week. Boo! Am I the only person who isn't watching either American Idol or Dancing with the Stars? I find them both pointless and yet I feel like I must be missing something. And I'm out. Must be time for bed. Or ice cream. Definitely ice cream. Jenn posted at 12:12 AM | |
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I went all domestic last night, baking cookies and making frosting from scratch. The cookies didn't turn out as well as I would have hoped. Apparently, the two minutes that you are supposed to wait to pry the cookies off the cookie sheet are supposed to take place on outside the oven instead of inside. But everyone at work seemed to love them, so that's what's important. The icing went a lot better than the last time I tried to make it, but it still tastes more buttery and less sugary than I would like. But really the best part of baking cookies is that my apartment still smells like yumminess :) I was so sorry to read that David Halberstam died today. I read his book, The Fifties, in my class on 1950s cinema at SMC. It was a fascinating read (I wish I still had it, but I had to resell it since I was super poor in LA) and his work will be truly missed. (It's also sad that a grad student was driving the car because that's going to scar him for life - and not just physically.) I've been doing some thinking about my last days in the Bay Area and there's so much stuff I keep meaning to do and yet, don't. While C got lucky enough to come back to Cali after his grad school stint, I'm probably not going to end up back here. I've got 12 weekends that are currently unencumbered by prior plans and I want to make them count. I've got some things in mind already, but I'm open to suggestions. What should I do to make my last quarter in California count? Jenn posted at 12:29 AM | |
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It's hard to go back to my vapid, narcissistic ramblings after the events of last Monday, but as those affected most attempt to go back to their routines and find their new "normal," so I will as well. Adam wrote about this better than I ever could, so I shall simply defer to his entry. As Robert Frost said, "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." In me-filled news, I finished another book on my quest for 50-in-365. I'm still behind, but not by as much as I was last year. So that's something. I got a really cute thank you card from Baby Payton (whose handwriting is surprisingly like his mother's - ha ha!). I bought some stuff at Old Navy and promptly returned most of it - I keep forgetting that I hate Old Navy and their clothes never look good on me. I also spent way too much on groceries. I need to stop eating or something. Oh and I'm really excited about the re-release of Dirty Dancing in a couple of weeks. I can't get enough of that movie. We had a fab time when we went to Potomac Mills for the 10th anniversary, so I hope that the magic will continue in the East Bay. There really is nothing better than 80s-era Swayze ;) |
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So when my officemate read to me the headline about 22 victims, I was completely unprepared. A few minutes later, I got an email from my dad telling me that they were trying to do a headcount of our college kids at Tech. A tear dripped down my face as I tried to get more information about what the hell was going on in B-burg. I still don't know; maybe we won't ever know. All I know is that shit like this isn't supposed to happen at places like Tech. It shouldn't happen anywhere, but it really shouldn't happen to my Hokies. God be with those kids and their families. Jenn posted at 10:27 PM | |
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It was a gorgeous day here today. I crested a hill on the way back from the grocery store and the sun was just shining on the City across the Bay so beautifully. There was no way to capture it on my cameraphone and do it any justice, but wow. I kinda hate that NBNJ has nothing like that to offer me. It really makes it hard to leave. When I moved from LA to SF, it was going from smog to fog, with plenty of natural and architectural beauty. I know this change is a good one - I do know that - but man, days like today? Just really make me fall in love with my City all over again. Oh, and I'm finally posting the few photos I took while I was in NBNJ. These are the places where I will be spending my life once I get started in the fall.    |
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Everyone has moments like these in their life. You know exactly where you were when it happened. You know what you were doing and you know that you'll be able to recall every detail for years to come. For me, it was Tuesday, April 10, 2007 at 4:18pm PDT. I am, of course, referring to the moment when I found out that not only am I OLD, my cousin, who I always thought was in the same generation as me, thought so too. There is a little over 10 years between me and my cousin Ellen, but at this point in our lives, it might as well be 100. She's a high school sophomore and I'm in a gap year between college and grad school. And last night, I was listed on a group email to various family members about our memories of the cold war. Yes, you read that right. My beautiful, talented, intelligent cousin thinks that *I* have memories of the freakin' COLD WAR! Wow. Just wow. I sat dumbfounded at my monitor for a few minutes until I realized that she was born almost two years after the Berlin Wall came down. While I have vague memories of that event (mostly because I didn't get why it was such a big deal that David Hasselhoff was standing on a graffiti'd wall while people took a sledgehammer to it), she has no memories at all. It's weird to think that we are separated by history like that. However, it still excuse that email. I have no memories of the Cold War, of the fear of nuclear war or the media's portrayal of that fear. And you know why? CAUSE I WAS EIGHT FREAKIN' YEARS OLD WHEN THE WALL CAME DOWN! I am *not* old. I'm not! Jenn posted at 10:11 PM | |
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This is just one of the many reasons why I love this city. I didn't get up in time to go watch in person and though tempted, I didn't spend the money on a Big Wheel to participate, but man, this just looks awesome! Something tells me that NBNJ doesn't have anything remotely close this awesomeness ;) Pearls Before Breakfast Can someone please tell me what the point of this is? From the tone of the article, I surmise that I am supposed to feel guilty because I don't pay attention to the various musicians, performance artists and other non-commuters who litter the public transit stations I pass through on my way to work. And yet? I don't. Not even a little bit. Mostly because: A) if it's during the morning commute, I'm probably late and if it's during the evening commute, I just want to go home and B) I just want to be left alone. Yep, that's right - during my commute, I just want to pass through those public transit stations with a minimal amount noise and interference. I never give money to street musicians since that would involve opening my wallet in a very crowded, public place which just seems stupid. I don't stop to listen to anything that's going on because I just don't care. Perhaps that's because I'm used to the musical stylings of Drunk!Guy singing "Stand By Me" accompanied by Stoned!Guy on the guitar/percussion and arrhythmic clapping. But really? Just shut up. Thanks. Jenn posted at 12:01 AM | |
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I have spent most of the night, writing various versions of two letters to the graduate schools to which I have been accepted. It's terribly complicated to either accept or decline an offer of admission, it seems. I can't just say "Yes, please" or "No, thank you" to one person, but multiple people, departments and colleges. Too many boxes to check, forms to fill out and letters to address. But alas, I have made a decision and I feel very calm about it. There are some anxieties that keep coming to the forefront, but so far, I have been successful at keeping them at bay. Many decisions and obstacles to confront during the coming months. Hopefully Lucky Number Six will be my most successful and stress-free move yet. I doubt it, but one can always dream. Jenn posted at 12:38 AM | |