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

a marriage proposal, yelled from a block away by a sober person in midday downtown Athens; drunk dial from a hot friend; “what a sweet tart”; accidentally demonstrating on a night out that I am, in fact, scarily popular (or famous); “He's your boyfriend!” — “He is not my boyfriend!”; hate mail from HGB; Emily’s “title of the day” emails

This morning I was walking to work, through downtown Athens. Athens is a college town. 9 AM, Christmas Eve, downtown Athens, it's empty. Besides being eerily quiet, there are also about a billion parking spaces. And yet, there she was, the meter maid, wearing a Santa hat, giving out parking tickets to all the naughty boys and girls.

Merry. Freakin'. Christmas.

A YEAR IN RETROSPECT... a survey that actually means something, stolen from here. Read More »

This past weekend Will and Sam came to see me at my home in Athens and also to transfer me back to Winder. I was a lovely afternoon including Starbucks, people suspended in the air, Audioslave, and a trip to Barnes & Noble, where I bought, among other things, the Playboy Bartender's Guide, which curiously does not contain the recipe for a Sex on the Beach but does have one for Sex in the Desert. Somehow that seems rauchier.

A short trip in Will's ghetto-fabulous car put us at the Winder Sonic, where it promptly and quite suddenly died.

Just running along and then — nothing.

Will called up his "deddy" who arrived in no time flat and diagnosed the problem as the alternator. I have no idea what this means, but he and Will decided this after much standing in front of the open hood, frowning and nodding, so that's got to be significant somehow.

Will and his father switched cars, and we followed the ghetto fabulous car in the truck to the dealership where they left it for the weekend. Then we drove "deddy" home; on the way there Will and his father seemed like the older and younger version of one person having a conversation with himself.

On Sunday Maggie and I went to see Damien Rice at the Cotton Club and holy freaking hell! It was one of the best shows I have ever seen. I also have developed major Volcano-envy because he brought a girl from the audience up to sing the female part of "Volcano" with him. I was soooo jealous.

And also very happy for her.

After that this week has been a blur of stress, lack of sleep, art, mind crunching, and trying to stay confident in my abilities. Because I am a genius. Or something like that.

8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind

So it's that time of year again. I'm moving back to Athens.

But lucky me, I don't have to start classes for another two weeks!

I am, however, moving into an apartment over the weekend with some very cool people in the heart of downtown. And I need your help. So if you own some sort of oversized vehicle, have giant muscles (I'm looking at you, Brizzoach), or even just a giving sort of attitude, ring me up or send me an e-mail and I'll put you to work.

What do you get? My undying gratitude and friendship. And if you get me on the right day a couple of months from now I might even buy you dinner. But don't you just want to do it because you love me?

From the AIM room “one oh six west orgy”: Read More »

It's not because I have a lot of time on my hands.

It's because PHP is driving me, literally, up the wall.

To relieve stress we now have likenesses of “my people”:
Sarah Shawn

Courtney Milton

Jessica Will

Sam Steve

This is not an exact science, okay? Just for fun.

I'm so happy I actually got tired of that. I don't have to worry about getting addicted to it then. :)

I tried taking all instances of the upload out of the PHP scripts and it still doesn't work, so something else is afoot... that's what is driving my mad. I can't find it and niether can the fine people at Site Point.

I have like 2 weeks to get this whole stupid thing running. I'm disliking my “job” very much right now.

I'm on too much caffiene and too little fun. Plus I miss certain people. But that doesn't really have anything to do with the job.

Yeah.

Anyway, move along. Nothing to see here folks.