Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

This morning in the shower, I'm tuned into 90.5 WUOG on my shower radio, and what comes over the airwaves but the CD I screened last week, Ryan Adcock's From Silence and Joy. Not only that, but it's even one of the two tracks I recommended, Drive to Hallelujah.

Mind you, this is my first week at the station, and that was the first CD I screened. Ever. There is nothing that makes you feel more involved and powerful than hearing your influence go out over 26,000 watts. This is the first organization I've been in at UGA where I feel like my being there and doing work actually matters. I had a big stupid grin on my face all day.

Not only that, but I've had Veblen's Shaded Fire in my Aiwa CD player since I finally got one last week and I have discovered that it takes exactly one play through of Moonlit Rose to get from my building to my 11:15 in Physics. I love this CD. The production is top quality, and there are actually some interesting techniques that went into the production, including Scott playing two guitar parts on some songs, Conrad's voice {I think} being double tracked in a lot of places, and echoing whispers(!) behind the vocal on the intro to Loneliness.

As modest as Scott, Conrad, Jason and Brandon are about this CD, here's the truth, kiddos: This record is actually really good. These guys are not just one of the best live bands I have ever seen, but they are writing really good material, songs that can stand on thier own, without the sexy magnetic performers standing in front of you.

So find one of them, e-mail their manager, whatever you have to do, and get your hands on a copy of Shaded Fire, before they get big. You can say you knew them when.

“It's like Russian Roulette...”

“...except with cookies.”

me (3:33:27 PM): dry sarcasm is so difficult to get online
him (3:33:33 PM): this i true
him (3:33:46 PM): there should be like a sarcasm button like a bold or underline
me (3:33:52 PM): yes!!
me (3:34:00 PM): I would use that so much
him (3:34:14 PM): we should invent it and make a lot of money

Sarah (12:07:48 AM): this entry reminds me of you
Sarah (12:07:53 AM): because it is so completely random

“Now we're famous.” -Sarah to Shawn.

The Love Test

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Greetings, confusoid. You scored a... 47%
Is it a bird? A plane? Is it a boy? A girl? Is it love, or is it lust? Ah, you. You are that rare mix of sensitive and sensual, romantic and randy, pride and prejudice, etc. When you see your crush, you waffle like a Belgian, unsure of whether you'd rather paint their toes or suck on their toes. Poets have long been puzzled by your kind. You'll never fall for robots or nymphos, but you will suffer longs bouts of marriage.

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The Best Friend Test

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Joyous trumpets and champagne supernovas! You are 68% rock-solid friend!
The Three Musketeers. The Three Amigos. The Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse? you belong, dude, you belong! Some people put their neck on the line for their friends; you put your ass on the line. And by the way, nice ass. People know they can count on you in a crunch, in a jam, and in other food metaphors describing times of desperation. You give the gift of hope, but more importantly, you give the gift of kidney. Your rewards in life will be great, or at least better than other people's. To quote a fortune cookie: “You are soon have a fortunate experiences.”

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i am open-minded!




How indie are you? test by ridethefader

You're pretty knowledgeable about music in general. You like indie music, sure, but that's only part of it.
You'll listen to any old shit as long as it sounds good to you. You're not snobby about music at all, you just like what you like. How boring. Curiously, this makes you popular with the opposite sex.

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This is what happens when you have nothing to do on a Friday night.

Today I took my first History of Rock and Roll test, which I felt went pretty well, and I go to turn in my test and collected some graded papers, I tell the instructor my last name, and he goes,

“Emily, right?”

Now tell me people, cause I really want to know, do I look like an Emily? Just wondering.

I smiled and corrected him and he looked so confused.

{The other day my science lab instructor looked at the one remaining paper in a stack, the one with my name on it, and was like, “This isn't you, is it?” Apparently he had me confused with some other girl with similar initials. So this is becoming a theme, you see.}

But no matter. I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face after I looked down at my papers and saw I got a 95 on my listening assignment and a 100 on my listening quiz last week.

What is happening to me? I'm actually succeeding at school.

Crazy.

Fun Friday Linky-links:
Wear a bikini for America
Party in Athens on Thursday
War is ridiculous
Make your own kitten wallpaper
“You might be asking yourself , ‘Is there a nude and clothed version?’.”
I can't believe this is a sport
I have 55 years to live
Punk kittens
The newest neopet - without the crazy people
I can't believe I forgot ‘Talk like a Pirate’ Day
Oral Sex donations accepted
Bonafide Inspiration

Don't forget about the google bomb! It's climbing but not #1 yet.

Go team go!

Hoobastank, Ready For You

  Go on
  Make me feel it's useless
  When in fact it's you that need to have me near
  So now
  Keep me at safe distance
  And with a little persistence I'll make it crystal clear

    I'll be around
    Only if you want me to
    Be there by your side
    I'm ready for you
    So don't be afraid
    Cause I know what you're going through
    So when you think it's time
    I'm ready for you

  Now you seem to be content with
  A one sided friendship with you I've got to chase
  Slow down so I can smell the roses
  But the road you chose is crooked and unpaved
  My tires are spinning but to no avail

    I'll be around
    Only if you want me to
    Be there by your side
    I'm ready for you
    Don't be afraid
    Cause I know what you're going through
    So when you think it's time
    I'm ready for you

So I'm looking over my site stats today, and I discover that the top three keywords for getting to my site are:

1. whore
2. Whore
3. house

Upon further investigation, I learn that people are searching for “Whore house” or “whore house” and getting to me. Intrigued, I decide to search for me. I go to google.com and enter “whore house” into the box.

Results: I am at the top of page 5. Number 41.

No, I'm not kidding.

So, cult members (and anyone else), I desperately need your help.

We are going to try to build a google bomb. Google is a funny search engine: it not only delivers search results if the words appear on the page, but if the words appear in links to the page. (Adam Mathes explains all at that link. If you are confused there is also more info here.)

I want the top search result for “whore house”, mainly for my own amusement.

So these are your instructions: simply add a link to jennatollerson.com reading whore house. If you want to look less weird or something it can say Jenna's whore house. If you can give it a permanent place on your front page, because it will be deemed more important by the google spiders crawling your website for info.

And if this works, you, my minions, will be handsomely rewarded.

Speaking of which, if you haven't yet, join the cult.

When it comes to loss, real painful heart-wrenching loss, there is really nothing that anyone else can say or do to make it better for you.

However, there is the strangest comfort in the knowledge that you did everything you could do, and that still wasn't enough. That you exhausted all your resources, and you still couldn't make it better.

What I'm saying is, there is a certain amount of freedom that you feel when you finally give up on something. A burden is lifted. And even though you are still sore from carrying it around for so long, you can now start to heal instead of continuing to make it worse.

I resisted giving up for a long time, thinking it was weak, and that I was better than that, and if I just kept going, kept trying, the powers that be would make sure that everything would turn out right. Like in the movies.

But this is the real world, as you all know, and I have finally accepted that there are situations that are completely beyond my control. I think you know what I'm talking about. Some of you do.

And now everything is my life is meshing, at least for now. I don't have this black cloud looming in the distance that I have to combat. I am in college at a great university, I have a couple of great jobs (even if they don't pay enough, they are fun), I am making friends and generally feeling really optimistic about life.

It still hurts. It's tearing me to pieces inside. But we've moved from struggling to grieving, and that is a big step, I think.

I want to be healthy. I'm trying to heal.

First row B-52's.

Oh. My. God.

I wasn't a huge fan before— but now I have an overwhelming urge to go out and buy every B-52's record ever.

At some point in the middle of the set it occured to me that these guys started before my parents were married, and the cute guitar player I was watching is probably old enough to be my father. Eek.

But the energy was huge, so it was small details like age are easy to forget.

Best party band ever.

I am also reminded that I have a crush on 40 Watt's sound guy.

Everyone go visit Nuçi's Space!

I can literally feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. Physical pain.

That statement was like being punched in the stomach.

Being a hypersensitive girl with wild mood swings sucks.

I need a drink.

I MADE A PERFECT SCORE ON MY STATISTICS TEST!

I haven't done this well since high school.

(And never this well in math.)

::does a victory dance::

Veblen. Wow. Yes. Euphoric high after the show. The way it should be.

Taco Bell. My people. Chicken quesdilla. Eating on the hood. A grand new tradition. Then

Party. Actually talking to people. Until 4. Driving home and seeing the newspaper delivery come down my street.

Buffy, and sleep.

Saturdays are good. I'm limiting the waxing poetic today.

But Veblen. AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh....

Ha!

But yeah, I'm expanding my horizons... downloading songs in Arabic, and working on my pronunciation (“Yoam Wara Yoam” means “Day After Day”), and learning to write my name in Arabic!

Check it out! Click Here. (Note that Arabic is written right to left.) My name looks so super cool, and Jenna means “Heaven” in that language. Finally! Something.

My roommate Diana/Dayana rocks. You should all send her presents. She is responsible for all of this. Yey!

Back to whatever boring American activity you were engaged in. MUHAHA.

New Gap ad: Willie Nelson and Ryan Adams(!!!) covering this horrible Hank Williams song about a guy who gets locked out of his house by his woman and has to sleep in the doghouse. I can't stand “Move It On Over”. It's one of those songs that gets stuck in your head all day completely against your will. And it doesn't matter how influential he may have been, I know what I like and I don't like Hank Williams.

So, in short, your would think that I would hate this commercial (you'll need Quicktime).

But wow, Ryan Adams can sing me anything, anytime. Yum.

(And yes, if you are wondering, I identified everything in the ad without looking it up first. Oh ye of little faith.)

More musical Gap ads with talented soulful gorgeous musicians please.

Or maybe just sent them to Athens...

It's too hot.

I can't sleep.

I've been lying awake for almost two hours, trying to think about nothing but always thinking about something and feeling completely awake and alert.

I've been telling people that I used to have insomnia.

I do believe I spoke too soon.

Sad hours seem long.

It goes something like that. I'm missing you again.

Would someone please remind me not to write melodramatic half-drunk entries about how sad everything is and it ruined everything and tears and blah blah blah. I'm fine, really. I have other weekends, other shows.

I slept to late today and missed a phone call. No one ever calls me except when I'm unconscious. Crazy.

I'm having a Sunday. All day in my pajamas watching the Law & Order marathon on TNT while working on the site for my newest client. Not finding the programs I want and debating handwriting them. But I don't have to go to class, or the dining hall, and even though I need to get some homework done at some point, my only time constraint is bedtime. Monday holidays are the best ever.

Veblen CD release party this weekend! Soooo excited.

All for now.

After doing some web work, waiting around, putting on some makeup, and drinking some cheap rum, I headed downtown, knowing in advance that it was a fruitless idea, but going anyway.

I mean, you can't just stay in on a Saturday night.

So I walked, down, then up Lumpkin, along with the whole post-game crowd.

I arrived at the Caledonia and waited until I saw Scott and Conrad coming towards me. Scott ends up sneaking me in the back, and I think briefly that I'm home free and then...

“Did you get a hand stamp yet?”

No, but I'm with Veblen.

“Well you need a stamp anyway. If you go over there they'll check your ID and take your money.”

Oh okay.

I walk in the general direction of the door, get halted by all my lovely people, stay just long enough to say hello to several and then...

“Did you get a handstamp yet?”

Different guy. Same question.

“We don't just let people sneak in.”

Buzzkill.

Because fending off employees all night was going to get old fast, I gave up and left, fighting back tears, which gets easy with practice, actually. The Caledonia Lounge is really more elitist than anything... the room is narrow, the bar is small, the decor is unimpressive...the most appealing things about it are that it's impossible to find (no sign anywhere, down an alley) and impossible to get into.

Doesn't make up for missing Veblen.

I took a long detour through Athens (by way of Millege Avenue... I wasn't ready to go home yet) and finally gave up and came home. I've been trying to look on the bright side: I did get see everybody, if only for five seconds, I had a rock star personally attempt to sneak me in, I witnessed post-game madness and I got out on a Saturday night.

And I didn't have to work. Perhaps I should sleep soon...