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

It is totally out of character for me to be attracted to a frat boy, and yet I am so attracted to this one worn–out–kacki–basebase–cap–and–flip–flop–wearing greek mofo. What in the hell is wrong is with me?

Also, reading just a couple of web posts from the guy that I thought I was over totally brought all kinds of feelings that I thought were gone up to the surface. Apparently, I had only buried them.

Work today was long and complicated—including, but not limited to, one big screw up by me that got two departments and my boss involved. Not a good day. I wanted to cry a little bit, but I pulled it together.

Evening was lovely. Sarah had dinner with me here at my apartment, and then she played an open mic here in town, and got an excellent reception. She can't help it. People love her. It's a trait that runs in the family.

Here's a very lj-like list.

• Tomorrow: Bain @ Flicker
• Friday: unplanned thus far, maybe some sleep will be involved. That would be nice.
• Saturday: Cary Ann Hearst @ Flicker
• Sunday: cut coupons. I am so not kidding about this.
  Work inventory at Lane Bryant, 5 PM - 11 PM.
• Monday: maybe, maybe, maybe Monday Night Movie.

If you need something to do this weekend, come to Athens and hang. I need to see you!

All my roommates are asleep.

This was weird to realize just after midnight on a Saturday, so I turned off the DVD I was watching, walked downstairs and trolled around the city for half an hour. The weather is mostly just great, but now that it has finally warmed just a little, I find myself longing for the hot tropical blanket of humidity that settles over Georgia in the summer. A Southerner through and through, that's what I love most about living here.

Of course, come July, I'll outwardly complain and turn up the AC, just like everyone else.

I've seen a lot of shows in the past few days—Bain Mattox, Borrowed Angels, Hector the Hero, and Tin Cup Prophette. All of these bands share members, some pulled right out of Jump. Sometimes it kinda felt like a Charleston invasion. In a good way.

These are all bands everyone should actively persue. In the bridge of the song Blackwater, Cary Ann (the sexy front woman for the Borrowed Angels) sings “I love you” in a way that makes me wish that I could somehow have a romantic relationship with her just so someone could sing “I love you” to me that way.

Unfourtunately, although I can't speak for Miss Cary Ann, I am hopelessly and unquestionably heterosexual. Ah well. Someday I will find a young man who can sing to me that way. Hopefully someday soon.