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

So my network card has finally died it's official death. That means that until i can get the wireless network up and running in my house (or until my dad can anyway) you will not be seeing me on AIM and updates here will be sporatic and read a little bit desperate, quick and accomplished from other people's computers.

But in good news, I went through and optimized this journal page (cleaned up some old code that basically pulled things in from sites that no longer exist) so those of you that had been experiencing those slow download times should be mostly remedied now.

Finally, things are weird lately. I feel hyper-lucid, like everything is suddenly becoming clear, which sounds really cool but it's more like—well let's just say it's just not cool. It's rather silly also but being offline is making me feel cut off from my support system. Really I'm spending a lot of time trying not to bother people but knowing I should bother somebody.

I want December to be here! I want my work to be done, class to be over, and to have time on my hands to thing about all this, maybe to talk about all this.

That never seems to go anywhere though.

My ethernet card finally died, so picked up my laptop and brought it to the Ilah Dunlap Little Memorial Library at UGA, and I'm using my wireless card on the school network and trying to get some work done.

The work has stalled because, as usual, I'm waiting for someone at Site Point to give me an answer to my vexing script problem, so for now I am surfing and listening to Loveline streaming on 96 rock.

The connection here would be perfect if they didn't block access to AIM. It's lonely, and ridiculously cold in here. I need to go home soon.

At 3 AM, they started up again.

The boys in number 8 started up band practice again, almost 6 hours after they had finally let up.

At 3 AM, the bass came up through the floor and shook the furniture, shook the glass dining table, clinked together the martini glasses sitting on top the table. The sound was simultaneously melodious and irksome, like a bad pop song that somehow you end up knowing all the words too without ever trying to learn them.

One day, you find yourself singing along.

I should go down there and say something. Take a lesson from the school of Abie and go down there and be very polite and ask them, it so many genteel words, to turn the fuck down.

I pick up my sketchbook and it dawns on me that I should go down there— I should go down there make them pose for me. I could draw boys with guitars and drumkits railing away.

Then it occurs to me that wondering into unfamilar apartments full of strangers without an escort at 3 AM is probably not the safest thing a girl can do.

I curse myself for derailing my own great idea, and wait the half hour til they finally stop again.

I love love love these portraits.

Even if I'm not on lj.

"The object is to take the list of attributes from your birth month, and to strike out those portions that you don't think apply to you."

MARCH:
Attractive personality.sexy. Affectionate.Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.

orginally from this dude via abie.

Although I'm not sure that I like the idea that so many of my personality assets are already tied up in the stars...

But much improved.

Detail.

To first person to either download or rifle through their parent's/cousin's/sister's record collections and burn me a lengthy selection of Frank Sinatra songs: I will make out with you for up to 10 minutes.

Or I might just give you a long hug. We'll have to see what kind of mood I'm in.

Either way I'd be very greatful.