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

This is from the lovely and talented Alli Hayn's Live Journal.

1. Describe the best feeling you've ever had: Well I'm never been in love, so I'd have to say live music, when done right, gives me an awful powerful serene feeling.

2. Were you named after anyone: Yes. Jenna is Conan the Barbarian's girlfriend in comic #11. I swear. If you try to tell my dad any different he gets really passionate about it. I should know.

3. Do you wish on stars: Nope. I mostly throw coins into fountains.

4. Which finger is your favourite?: I like my thumbs alright.

5. When did you last cry: Last Saturday while listening to Sean Kagalis play this song live. Some of the lyrics apply way too well.

6. Do you like your handwriting: It serves its purpose.

7. What is your favorite lunch meat: Chicken salad counts, right?

Why the numbers skip here I don't know.

15. Do you think there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow: There is no end, remember? Its just one big circle. You know?

16. Do fish have feelings: Don't know. Don't care.

17. Are you trendy: Well, I was carrying a messenger bag way back in 1998, before anyone thought they were cool. So I set some, but I can't find many I want to follow.

18. How do you release anger: I go for a walk, sometimes a drive. Every once in a great while I explode.

19. Where is your second home: Assuming I know where my first home is, my second home is the Kirby's, all the way. Maybe the Kirby's is my first home, who knows.

20. Do you trust others easily: Nope.

21. What was your favorite toy as a child: I think my 3.1 computer (that I shared with my sista) with all it's 32 color game goodness.

22. What class in school do you think is totally useless: Well, I hate science. It's useless to me. (Yes, very democratic).

23. Do you like sappy love songs: How do you define sappy?

24. Have you ever been on radio or television: Except for Winder's Channel 12, I don't think so.

25. Do you have a journal: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! See below.

26. Do you use sarcasm a lot: Yeppers.

27. Have you ever been in a mosh pit: yes. not a fan, but I'm studying the motivations informally, and it's starting to make sense.

29. What are your nicknames: Jen, Jen-Jen, Jenna 'Nene, Blue Eyes, the Tree Lady, #1 Web whore, etc, etc.

30. Would you bungee jump: No, but I might skydive. The sudden snap back up is what bothers me about bungee jumping.

31. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off: Nope. I hardly ever untie them at all.

32. What are you worried about right now: Let's not get started on that, please.

33. Do you ever wear overalls: Lord no. I would look atrocious.

34. Do you think that you are strong: I can hold my own.

35. What's your favorite ice cream flavour: Ben and Jerry's Phish Food, coffee, mint chocolate chip, and, or course, chocolate.

36.What's your favourite colour: blue

37. What is your least favorite thing in the world: right now, the lack of a train between Athens and Atlanta. It's just ridiculous.

38. How many wisdom teeth do you have: All of them, even though I was supposed to have them out like a million years ago.

39. Do you have a crush on someone? haha yes of course. more than 10, less than 20. I'm really not sure how many.

40. How many people have a crush on you right now: How am I supposed to know?

41. What do you miss most right now: Listening to Jay Clifford sing.

42. Do you want everyone you send this to to send it back: blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

43. What are your fears? growing up to be a failure.

44. Do you talk to your laundry? umm do people do that? Suddenly I feel left out of the neuroses circus.

45. At what point do your clothes become laundry?: 2 or 3 wears for shirts, lots and lots of wear for jeans, and I wash it right away if I wore it out to a club with smoking. Whew.

I'm at the library — I was just in the bathroom and I swear someone was talking on their cell phone while on the toilet. Apparently, that was not a conversation that could have waited til later.

Just thought I'd share.

What Time Period Are You?

Ouuuu.

Goodnight my pretties.

Someone left a comment on this journal recently describing my life as "self obsessed". Instead of going off on a diatribe on how he probably just read the one entry and passed judgement then (or going off on the horrific sentence diagram you would get from "Your life to me seems to be rather self obsessed.") I want to make this point: Read More »

"If I do say so, it's authentically punk to publish a small book on a shoestring budget, to organize parties to promote your work, and to try and create a community around shared interests: reading, writing, punk rock, and getting drunk."

                - Neal Pollack

Hey, those are my interests too!

[the emphasis is mine. heh.]

So I don't usually write about my mom here. I think I would either make my troubles with her sound trite, or make her look like a devil woman. The problem is neither. My mother is just... my mother. The long and short of it is she is emotionally abusive to people she loves, namely myself and my father. She never admits that she was even a little wrong about a fight, amending apologies with a but-you-made-me-so-it-was-your-fault-after-all.

I'm not complaining, I'm just trying to give you some background information, because today a monumental thing happened.

I'd been avoiding her calls since she took out her work frustration on me on Monday, mainly by cursing at me quite loudly and telling my I was disrespectful and whatnot. Monday night she called and left a message that was about 45 seconds sincere apology and 3½ minutes about why I made her yell at me.

Typical.

Anyway, she called again last night and left a message. I was in a pretty good mood (and wanted to stay that way) so I went to bed without checking it.

I wake up this morning, and waiting for me on my phone is a bonafide. sincere. guileless. humble. apology.

Hey, it only took almost 20 years for her to do that for me. That's like, nothing in the span of all time. It's great!

Really, I am so happy.

After that I went to the library to study, and the vending machine gave me two Pibbs by accident!

"This is my lucky day."

My internal dialog actually narrates like that, yes. Yours doesn't?

Then I went to Religion, which was quite edifying, actually. Even thought I'm usually pretty confused about the material, I really enjoy that class very much. The fact I have such a crush on the guy who sits next to me in there doesn't hurt. He is so articulate. Intelligence is so sexy.

I left deep in thought and went to Bio lab. I forgot to do my homework, and was all ready to grovel for a late due date, but due to the inavailability of lab books, the TA just told us to turn it in next week. The lab is supposed to last til 6:30, but only lasted until about 5:15 and I got out early enough to beat the rush at the dining hall.

I knew it was my lucky day.

Melissa: "My Dad is so Gangsta rap."

Told in present tense to heighten the ferocity and lengthiness of the day.

I wake without alarm and lie there dozily wondering what time it is. My roommate's alarm goes off and I pull the covers over my head. I try to go back to sleep but decide that even if it's early, I should just go ahead and get up.

I sit up to check the time. It's 7:30. If I don't get up my alarm will violently awake me in 3 minutes anyway, so I pull myself out of bed and stumble out in to the hall to walk to the bathroom, knocking into the wall a couple of times in a sleepy stupor. I shower, get my things together for school, and go to Poli-Sci. It's in the same room as the US History class I took last semester but the professor has a much better sense of humor. I pick a seat in the back, and notice about halfway through the class this seat has a left-handed desk. Something to think about on test days.

He lets us go about 15 minutes early so I'm done with lunch before 11:00. Blah. My next class isn't til 2:00. I go to Memorial Hall computer lab and try to pick up a Bio lab. Still no luck. A throughly westernized young Asian man circles the group of computers talking loudly on his cell phone in the language of his ancestors. I don't claim to know which one it is. I know this is all very un-PC of me, but it strikes me that he can't have this conversation outside because then he wouldn't be able to talk loudly on his cell phone in a language that all the stupid white suburban kids won't understand.

Round and round he goes. Everytime he passes me I want to stick me foot out and trip him.

I refrain.

I go to the bank, and down to Bel-Jean to obtain a class packet. Spend about 15 minutes in line, pay too much money for stapled together paper, and head back to campus. I run into someone from my Alma Mater, and even though I barely said two words to him in high school, you know you have to say something, so I stumble over a half-assed greeting and inquiry into well-being and awkwardly move on.

I resist the compulsion to repeatedly slap myself in the forehead for acting like such a damn fool. With reminders of high school come reminders of high school insecurities.

I walk to my 2 o'clock, stepping into incoming traffic on the way, slowing down speeders and asserting my right of way as a pedestrian crossing at a crosswalk. Right before class a guy comes in and sits down his waterbottle on the arm of the chair. it almost slips off, and he catches it, and for some reason at that instant Tom Petty's Don't Come Around Here No More starts playing in my head, and I start thinking about how when I was a kid the Alice in Wonderland themed-video freaked me out so much, and that's what I'm thinking about when class starts five minutes later.

By the way, pending any new information, Art Appreciation should be a cakewalk.

I head to the bookstore, and pick out all my books, only to have my mother's card declined. Bookkeeping error. Fixed now. I'm going again tomorrow.

I go to Biology, where I manage to sit behind the only three jokers in the whole class that insist on talking through it. Finally one of them notices that I'm miming hitting the middle one upside the head with my notebook, and promises to be quiet. By the end of class we are on friendly terms.

I quietly eat dinner. Then I head home with high hopes for this account, but now I can't remember half the clever things I thought in my head today.

Ah, to be young and clever.

I am so tired.

Goodnight my pretties.

Digital cameras are fun. I'm out of practice (I stopped taking pictures long ago because I never got them developed) so my skills are still a little soft. But I ran a couple of these through Dawn's Amelie Effect Photoshop Action (guess which ones!) and it brightened them tremendously. I just want to emphasize the greatness of Photoshop yet again, despite evil corporate mongering.

And now, Jenna's Vacation in Pictures.

This is my adopted brother Kyle Kirby. Yes, his shirt does say, "Hello, my name is Stud."

This is my sister, Sarah, looking pretty. She doesn't even have to try, people! Don't you wish you were this guy?

This is my adopted sister/honorary cousin/girlfriend Sam actually posing, yes, posing for that shot. If you think that is genuine surprise, you don't know Sam.

This is obviously the new stock photo of the smartest coolest prettiest dog in the world, Ginger. Seriously she just poses. She's a lady.

Sarah going through the sheet music and other music books at Barnes & Noble, Athens, on our last evening of freedom out with our crüe.

It was a good break. But in the end, it's always good to come back to school.

This is the view from my dorm room. Isn't it petty?

These photo-centered entries are so goofy.

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"You are such a dork." - Sarah

As you might have guessed, one of my presents was a cute new digicam.