March 2003 Archives
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Ralph Lauren. A hopeless romantic, you love love.
You are a free-spirit, who paints and explores
nature in her freetime. Ever so girly, you like
flowery things that capture the innocense you
project. Often a bit Bohemian, your style is
usually relaxed and comfortable. Guys adore
your cuter-than-life-itself nature and free-
love philosophy.
Which fashion designer are you?
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DKNY: Classic with clean edges and very business
like. You don't like to get outrageous or
overly boisterous. Keep It Simple is your
motto and you do it well.
What fashion designer fits you
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[Edit 3:14 AM: having worked 2 straight hours and countless hours before that of thinking and scrawling and still being completely confused, I have yet to come up with anything concrete for this essay except for about 400 words of crap concluding with "In sum, I think I may still be confused."
Oh lord. So not worth missing 3 hours of sleep over. Ah well. G'night.]
It's Called Air Conditioning - Everyone Else on Campus Knows About It, Why The Hell Don't You?
It is always so freaking hot in the BLC. Even when it was still winter-y and cold it was always hot in here. And it makes me irritable and unable to work on things like essays and quizzes and blah!
Not in school mode I still am.
Q. How do you know that's it's going to be one of those days?
A. When you knock over your Pibb at lunch and it spills all over your barely eaten baked potato, which took five minutes of prep to get it the way you want it.
I am so ready to be off meal plan.
WA-BAM!
Everyone go to my bedroom (virtual bedroom, natch — off the main page) and read the most recent answers to the date app. Kyle's are fucking awesome.
Really.
Rock on, dude! You are Punk music!
What type of music are you?
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"Most of our sexual metaphors come from agriculture."
I am so not in "school mode".
Spring Break, in which I experienced neither Spring nor a Break, was far, far too short for me. It pissed down rain the entire time, I had to wear a sweatshirt outside and confine myself indoors. I had to drive in the rain—windows up, wipers on, road friction: zero. I worked for my employer then I worked for my Dad and then I did some work on an essay for school.
And then I got sick. Fever, headache, bodyache, and lots of mucus, all just in time for the sun to come out.
Oh yeah. Good times.
I come to your now from the main library, since my Internet hasn't worked in my room since I returned.
I have one writing assignment due tomorrow, an essay on Friday, and an extra credit quiz to take in the next 24 hours.
But I found out today that managed to make an A on my Poli-Sci test, without bothering to really study at all.
::Does springtime dance of victory::
I am feeling so lazy though. All I want to do is go get a mango smoothie downtown, sprawl out on a bench and watch people go by. Stare at clouds. Read something that's not for a class. That sort of thing.
But I currently have no money and no time. I really should be focusing on getting back into the swing of things anyway.
Sigh.
(Quote can be attributed to Sonam, my eastern religion teacher. Entertaining guy, I must say.)
But I Must!
Pictures from the Ernest cast party.
This is the "Look what Drama Club has done to Ben" picture.
This is the "Look what hanging out with Drama people has done to Jenna" picture.
Photo by Kyle.
Davis and myself. Photo by Kyle.
Kipper!
Sam! In style.
Sarah! Looking on.
Traci! Pensive. Photo by Kyle.
Put us in period costumes and it's a Rembrant, baby!
Photo by Kyle.
Did you know you can actually smell too good?
For your viewing enjoyment, the coolest birthday present in the world:
A stage that goes with my Jump, Little Stick Puppets from last year!
::tears up:: My friends just put so much into this. Here are two more views. There are instruments for every song! and stars! and a Paul Frank sticker on the drums!
I'm telling you, for Jump people, no detail is too small.
As a bonus, I also got a sexy Ryan Adams poster that Melissa stole for me downtown. I'm fairly certain he's wearing eyeliner, and he's donning a suit in a wholly unironic way, which is really the only way to wear a nice suit in my opinion.
Yummy.
Again, Again!
When I'm spelling my name for someone on the phone I always say "Tollerson ... T as in Teletubbies... O-L-L-E-R-S-O-N."
And I have yet to have anyone laugh at this!
Anyway.
Married or single?
Single dahling.
Knit or crochet?
Oh... there's a difference?
Homebody or world traveller?
I am certainly a homebody. I always say I'm in serious danger of becoming a permanent Athens townie after graduation.
"Star Search" or “American Idol”?
American Idol, but only in the beginning when Simon is still being mean to everyone. I do have a special place in my heart for Star Search though.
Dancing or karaoke?
If I have to choose one, dancing. I love to sing but I hate karaoke with a passion.
Elvis Presley or Elvis Costello?
Presley is sexy, but Costello writes the best songs. I dunno.
Bus or train?
Well I have to ride the bus everyday, and I don't often have occassion to ride on a train, so I guess the decision had been made for me.
Batman or Superman?
Batman, baby. He's got all those gadgets and he's charming and cool. And rich.
Chocolate or vanilla?
Chocolate. Yeah.
Which came first...the chicken or the egg?
This is about as good as "Is the glass half full or half empty?" Hogwash is all!
"Are you a Tollerson? You have a Tollerson vibe about you."
So says Will Hoge while signing my CD at Tower Records in Nashville. It had been six months since I had seen them, and I must say, the show that night at the Exit/In was very much worth the wait.
I don't have a ton to say about it the show. I thought if I gave it a couple of days I would be able to string all the goofy little happenings into a smooth narrative, but it was just such a whirl wind, and one I'm not going to begin to try to write about.
I will say this: it involves lots of caramel frappuccinos, tons of music, two encores, little sleep, and autographed lingerie.
But, I have pictures for you!
This is Tessa's car. We drove all around Nashville like this!
Is that a water bottle in your underwear or are you just happy to see me?
The prettiest and nicest guitar and bass players in the biz.
Will and Brian during All Night Long.
Will during one of his 'soft love ballads'.
Will playing the pensive, brooding rock star.
Less than 24 hours in Nashville makes for a unforgettable birthday celebration.
At the Time It Seemed Like the Right Thing To Do
Enraged Computer Owner Shoots Up Machine
The Associated Press
Wednesday, March 5, 2003; 3:53 PM
George Doughty hung his latest hunting trophy on the wall of his Sportsman's Bar and Restaurant. Then he went to jail.
The problem was the trophy was Doughty's laptop computer.
He shot it four times, as customers watched, after it crashed once too often.
He was jailed on suspicion of felony menacing, reckless endangerment and the prohibited use of weapons.
"It's sort of funny, because everybody always threatens their computers," said police Lt. Rick Bashor, seconds before his own police computer froze at police headquarters.
Doughty was released Monday evening after spending a night in jail and is due in court Wednesday.
In police reports, Doughty said that he realized afterward that he shouldn't have shot his computer but at the time it seemed like the right thing to do.
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Overheard on the Bus
"It was a blast. The entire 3 days I was there I spent only 5 hours on a mattress. The rest of the time I spent on a chair or on the floor.
"You'd be surprised how comfortable cement can be."
Happy Birthday to Me
If you knew me in the 80's, I probably looked something like this:
We Tollersons sure have cleaned up our looks since then.
By Popular Demand
People on the net keep finding this entry and requesting something of me:
"Hello can you send me the lyric to yoam wara yoam , i think its a good song and want to sing along with it =)"
"I love the song Yoam Wara Yoam... Do you have the lyrics of the song??"
"May I also have the lyrics? An English translation would be lovely . . . I've fallen in love with the song. =)"
"i'm also inlove wit the song yoam wara yoam and i'd love to have the lyrics in an english version.=)"
"I LOVE LOVE LOVE the song Yoam Wara Yoam song by Samira Said and Cheb Mami. PEASE PLEASE, if at all possible send me the lyrics in english and arabic."
And it goes on. Finally, I search for "Yoam Wara Yoam" on Google, mainly to see if I can find the lyrics once and for all so people will stop harassing me (although why they think that I, a white suburban University of Georgia student has these lyrics is, at this point, beyond me) and I find out that my page is the third search result.
My, that explains a lot.
So, although it irritates me that none of these people seemed to have gone looking for the information themselves, I set off on a search. I go through pages that google cached that aren't even online anymore, pages that have moved, pages in languages I can't understand.
And I found them.
Some of you are saying "Dammit, Jenna, I knew you would." but golly, I am still so amazed.
So, here they are, direct to you from MuzikArabia.com (which, by the way, worth a visit, both to collect good music and to laugh at the garish design), the lyrics you have all been waiting for, in both English and a sort of phonetic Arabic. Enjoy: Read More »
Good Morning
So, I don't know what this structure is, but it stands outside Conner Hall here at UGA, and I pass it on my way to dinner about three times a week. It always reminds me of the Ents (the tree sheperds) from Lord of the Rings.
What do you think, eh?
I Love Random Presents
Anyway, everyone go visit my super cool MT ring neighbor Witold Riedel, who fixed one of my "bathroom portraits" for me. He made the cheery smile one much brighter.
I'll tell ya, that shirt is much more saturated than the one I was wearing, but other than that the colors are pretty true to life. It's not as soft as the orginal, but it is prettier.
One day, I too will be a Photoshop master.
