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

Seeing the Indian for three weekends in a row; Etta James live in concert; the OK Go treadmill dance; the OK Go Million Ways dance, getting most or all of my news from the show with zefrank; questions and answers on Consumating; watching Goodfellas on a loop; arguing the merits of the new My Chemical Romance record with Neil and CB; driving from point A to point B without my car breaking down (2 out of the last 6 trips. Could be worse).

Hungry
Originally uploaded by Jenna Tollerson.

I ate my last two eggs and my last glass of milk this morning, and now this is the contents of my refrigerator. Now that I don't have food it's pretty much all I can think about.

You know that stuff you buy because it looks good at the store, but when you get it home it doesn't seem as good? So it gets shoved into the back of your cupboard until the day you clean or move and you throw it away? That stuff you never eat?

I know what it's like to eat that stuff.

I officially have no more foodstuffs in my home outside of ramen noodles. I haven't bought groceries in at least 3 weeks and I'm unsure when I will be able to buy more.

Being self employed is an adventure. Hopefully, soon, I'll look back on these days and laugh.

Dad's Phone on Vimeo

...introduces me as the “nicest, coolest girl you will ever meet”...

...oh wait. That never gets old.

I've been running stats on this site since June, and I get plenty of hits for the standard search words: jenna's house, jenna, jenna tollerson, whore house, but sometimes I have to run the search terms on my own site to figure out how the hell they got to me. Witness the following:

how to be a web whore
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is+it++possible+or+anyway+i+can+talk+to+chris+brown+in+person?

The last one is my personal favorite. It's kind of like someone is using Google as a wishing well.

The first time I ever took some one's keys away, I was just a few weeks into my freshman year of college.

I know drunk driving must have been a issue when I was in high school, but it was on a different scale, because there wasn't the regular activity of pre-gaming and then going downtown. We went to parties, did shots in people's kitchens, drank Everclear mixed with coke because it was cheap and lasted twice as long. People would gather at one place and basically have a huge lock in. It was a caused by a couple of factors. In a small town where the cops don't have much to do, every one had a heightened paranoia about being pulled over and arrested. There was no where to enjoy your drunkenness except for the place where you were already drunk. If you went home, you went to your parent's home, so you might as well just sleep it off and face them sober.

I'm not a stickler for the rules, but I do feel pretty strongly about drunk driving. I've always been vehemently against it. And before I moved to Athens, I assumed this was an issue that my peers and I more or less universally agreed upon. However, just like realizing how much groceries actually cost, worrying about health insurance, and coming to terms with your parents being just human like the rest of us, part of growing up is understanding that everyone—even people you like, people you love, and people you truly admire—makes bad decisions on a regular basis. More often than learning from them they actually learn nothing from them. Especially when there are no immediate ill consequences.

However, when I was new freshman, I was still charmingly naïve. Years of PSAs and television dramas had actually convinced me that you could keep someone from driving drunk if you were determined enough, and had determined that no one would ever drive drunk on my watch.

My roommate at the time, Sonya, had a bunch of her friends visiting from her hometown, and staying with us in our tiny dorm room. They pre-gamed in our room and then it was time to head downtown.

The original plan was to walk, but standing in front of the building, facing the trek down the hill, the group, pretty drunk and unruly, decided to drive. Although I was pretty much sober, I don't remember how I managed to get the keys from the driver, but I clearly remember what happened next. Read More »

Here's the skinny, Internet: Jenna Tollerson can't seem to get a leg up, professionally. While I'm talented at this web thing and business is starting to pick up, this business is also something I started with no savings and a fairly high amount of debt. As such, I can't even accomplish my first and simplest goal: create an LLC. Being able to get this part of my business set up would open a door to a dozen other things I'd like to accomplish that I can only do as an LLC.

So, I've started a fundraising campaign. If you are feeling generous, and you believe in helping a young female entrepreneur to get some momentum, I'd like you to consider clicking the "donate now" link to your right.

“Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, when I give I give myself.” - Walt Whitman

I'm sure you are sitting on the other side of the screen saying, okay, this is making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but I have to look out for number one. If I donate, what do I get?

A donation of any amount will get you a hearty thanks on this site, along with a link to your blog, or your business, or your MySpace, or something similar. I don't have a huge amount of visitors but I do have a small loyal audience, and I know they are just dying to learn all about you.

A donation of $30 or more will get you a charming and tasteful MySpace layout of your very own, with original graphics that will make all your PimpMySpace-using peers completely jealous.

A donation of $100 or more will get you a single-page design for your own nameplate site.

If you donate much more than $100, you are just far too kind.

Finally, when I make my first million, anyone who donates will recieve some kind of lavish gift. Like dinner for two at a fancy restaurant. Or a yacht.

So donate now! (Donation is through PayPal, which is totally safe, and you don't have to be a member, you just have to have a credit card). Your karma will thank you.

Tonight a drunk guy asked me where I work, and I told him I work out of my home. He then asked what I do, and when I told him, he went apeshit.

He gestured wildly, jumping into the air a little. “Oh my god, you're kidding!”

I was overwhelmed by his reaction. “Oh my god. I'm not kidding.” I replied as I rocked back on my heels.

“That is so cool!” A friend of his walked up, and he turned to him in a fit of enthusiasm, pointing to me and exclaiming, “Dude! She's a weapons developer!”

Why, oh why did I feel compelled to correct him?