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

Photo (and mad carving skills) by the infamous Gumby.

The company I work for is speeding along the coming of the Anti-Christ.

Amen.

Tonight was Jump at Georgia Theatre. I definitely had the best time ever, dancing and screaming and singing along. Completely revived my love for Jump. They played a lot of news songs and a lot of old-new songs and some Magazine and a little teeny bit of Vertigo (and even one off Early Years). I was quite satisfied with my Jump show experience.

After I galavanted with the hooligans, somehow it was decided that a caravan of people were going to come see my apartment, two blocks away. I was not involved in this decision but it made me very happy anyway, even though it was really not ready to receive guests, given the dust monsters forming in every corner.

We arrived and gave everyone a tour, and of course, since I am in rock star training and also the slut of the house, Alli insisted that I sing for the crowd of people sitting in our living room waiting to go to the Grill.

I attempted to entertain with (what else but) the song I call Christmas Blues, which was not written by me but by some old guy, and I'm also pretty sure I don't use the right name. Even though I could here my voice shaking a little at some parts everyone seemed to enjoy it.

We then made our way down to the Grill and had out milkshakes, pies, fries with feta, etc, and went our separate ways.

I arrived home at four o'fucking clock in the morning, with the street sweepers coming out and the whole scene around my block dying down. That's how you know you are hardcore.

Weirdest dream ever.

I'm living in this house, and for some reason my clothes are on the other side of the house. I could wait to call out to someone to bring them too me, but I'm late for something plus I have to pee really bad so I decide to make a break for it, because the bathroom is also on the wrong side of the house. I have to rush down the long hallway that every room is off of (of course my room is at one end and my destination is at the other). Almost everyone who lives with me is watching Wheel of Fourtune in the living room and laughing their heads off, at random times for no real reason. I peer into the room and some of them are naked too, just lounging around like that.

I feel home free until I have to walk by the kitchen, where this dude from my New Media class (who is late almost every day) is sitting in the doorway on a stool, leaning against the door frame and talking on the phone. (The phone is yellow and it's got that spirally cord coming around the corner from where the base is). He is also completely naked. I am not happy. He smiles and kinda waves at me when I pass in a friendly I'm-on-the-phone way as if everybody being naked is inconsequential.

Finally I get my clothes and I walk over to where the bathroom is and when I am about to go in, a handicapped man taps me on the shoulder and asks to go first. For some reason in the dream I know that even though this is the house where I live, we have designated Men and Women's bathrooms, so I'm a little annoyed, but I let him go first, I think because of my polite Southern upbringing. By this time I'm cramping I have to go so bad and I hear the dude pull out a newspaper!

Then my alarm went off. And immediately I knew I needed some relief.

So to have really weird dreams don't consume anything weird, or watch a scary movie, or listen to strange music while you sleep. Just drink a giant glass of water right before you pass out! Works way too well for my taste.

You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.

"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."

Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek), Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian). The Goddess is associated with the concept of creation, the number 1, and the element of earth. Her sign is the dawn sun.

As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic individual and people are drawn to you. Although sometimes you may seem emotionally distant, you are deeply in tune with other people's feelings and have tremendous empathy. Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your own self. Goddesses are the best friends to have because they're always willing to help.

Which Mythological Form Are You?
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College Square, Athens, GA, in front of The Grill

Reminds me of my new favorite site.

I am playing the part of a responsible adult, and therefore, I should be asleep right now, because I have class in the morning tomorrow. But here I am, pretending that cutting into my sleep time will somehow lengthen my weekend with no ill consequences. I know this will lead to a less than fun tomorrow but I'm putting that out of my head right now.

I've been thinking a lot today about my size. Doing crunches, push-ups, even just balancing on one foot while in a chorus of tiny girls in dance class today managed to bring hurt up to the surface, front and center for me. Between being tired and not being able to learn the turns, it was seriously all I could do to keep from crying. Crying! I choked back tears from the crunches on, examining my protruding stomach and flabby arms in the mirrored wall. And for the first time I want to quit dance class. I want to go back to my hole in the wall and curl up with a bottle of Jack, sleep and drink and sleep for about a year and not think about how huge I've let myself get.

I've had a less-than-great day.

So I have been working this evening on my self portrait, my first in paint, and since I have gotten very good about drawing from life but not good at making things up, about half way through my progress I actually went and put on the shirt that I am wearing in the painting.

(Mind you, this is a painting in progress.)

Upon approaching my work again, I had a brief flash of the feeling of embarassment you would get showing up to a party in the same outfit and hair as another girl.

A second later I reasoned with myself: the "other girl" is a painting I did of me wearing one of my shirts. I cautioned myself to keep my feet on the ground and sat down to work.

...why I do the things I do.

Like right now. I'm getting up early tomorrow, being a good art student and going outside in the morning light to work on my perspective drawing (the shadows will only be any good between about 10:00 and 11:30). I could've/should've gone to bed about an hour ago. But for whatever reason, I feel like I'm staying up just to be up.

Or in a broader sense, why am I in art school at all? Is it by default, because I can't come up with anything better? Am I supposed to be burning with a fiery unpredictable passion or is it really enough to just try and do good work?

My life lately is feeling like one of those Choose Your Own Adventure books: When you start it seemless like there are endless possibilities but in reality your choices are limited and you always end up in the same place time after time.

Wow, I am so dating myself with that metaphor.

10. No time for poetry but exactly what is

Things you should do to be as big a geek as me: a checklist, by Jenna.

• Join Friendster.

• Tell Über you'd do me if given the chance.
• Learn to effectively use the web for your evil deeds.
• Join my cult.
• Read all your friend's journals daily.

This is, of course, assuming you aspire to geekdom, which you should, because that is what I am.

Today I got to work mostly on time. Within half an hour. I began the day by heating instant oatmeal in the break room microwave, followed by spilling a full glass of water all over the break room floor.

Not the way I want to start my morning, crouching on the break room floor, cleaning up an ocean of cold, pure natural spring water.

The morning dragged on. I tried as best I could to be productive and stay awake. By 10 o'clock I had downed the two Dr. Peppers I had brought with me and was waiting for the pick-me-up they promised to bring.

"Sometimes, you have to call in the Doctor." Johnny said to me.

Eventually I clocked out and headed home for lunch. As I rode down the mirrored elevator I checked out my hair in my reflection, running my hands back through it and pondering on the fact that I was having a great hair day. My gaze slipped down to meet my own eyes and I could only think that I wished my eyes looked as lively as my hair, instead of looking so tired.

Getting off I almost smacked right into the TA for my Intro to New Media class. I gave gave him a cheerful "Hey" and it took my about 15 seconds to realize that even though I know exactly who he is, there are roughly 200 people in the class so he probably won't recognize me.

Also: I nearly smacked into him again on the way back up an hour later. No kidding.

Upon returning to work, I felt friskier, ready to do great things. I tackled several crazy things, and then came the thousands of Verisign incidents.

Well, it was actually about 15.

I was working on the last of these when my boss comes over and advises me to move on to Nicole's queue, because she has tons of Verisign incidents and she is not here today.

"Cool, I think I'm getting pretty good at them."

"Well Nicole is like the queen of them, so good luck."

I, of course, took this as a challenge, and proceeded to knock out all 35 some-odd incidents of hers. Then my boss complimented me on my speediness and dedication (not in so many words, it was more like, "Good job on those Verisigns :)" but I knew what he meant).

It's shaped up to be a pretty decent day, even after all the nearly streaking.

9. The unspeakable visions of the individual

You know it's not going to be a good day when you are about to leave the house and you think, Now what am I forgetting?

You see yourself in the mirror and realize,

I have to be wearing a shirt to go to work.

Whoa.