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

So where did I go tonight?

Myself and my partner in crime, Melissa, snuck into a private Tinker/Jump show at Emory University. We did this by walking right by everyone standing outside the room and sitting in on Tinker's soundcheck. Basically acting like we totally belonged there. We are so devious.

I love Tinkers. Adam (the drummer) wore Jenna Parker's "Jenna" shirt which produced a thrill for me. Cause, you know, thats my name. *Grin*.

Oh, banter.

Jay (before Say Goodnight): "This is a song about dirty little secrets with your roommate."

Ward (before Come Out Clean): "Good evening class - Welcome to Rock School."

Also, some sort of reference by Jay relating "Broken Hearts Education" to Rock School.

Ward: "You all get an A+ in Rock School."

All the Rock School comments rang with me because I'm taking Rock 'n' Roll History right now and all during Tinkers set I was thinking about the riffs verses the obligatto guitar lines versus the guitar solo breaks, and picking apart the drum lines. (Also, ever since I got into the class I've been attempting to place everyone's influences. With both Tinkers and Jump it's hard, which is really a good thing.)

Um, tangent.

I love, love, love Jump. They played 15 Stories, which is like, my song.

I got to see so many of my people. I love Opiates.

As it turns out, a stutter when talking to Jump. A lot. My asking for a picture when something like this—

"Matt!" He looks at me. And completely stuns me. "St—T—P—Picture? Could I? With you and your brother?"

He stares at me, completely deadpan, and says, "If there is one thing I do not do, it's take pictures with my brother."

He's really good at that. For a second I totally believed him.

He burst out laughing, danced over next to Evan, and they stopped moved for two seconds and took a picture with me. I tried to thank them but they both walked (or danced, or leaped) away in opposite directions. But I should soon have my very first Jenna with Jump picture, a "Bivins Sandwich" as Crystal called it.

I was the middle of a Bivins Sandwich.

Duct tape fixes all.

I should use it to tie up my Marine Envirment teacher and force him to give me an "A".

But I won't.

The week in brief:

I made a 91 on my History of Rock test.

Tinkers Punishment has been in my CD player all week, because damn, they're awesome. Also, the timbre seems to fit well with the weather lately.

I have one lengthy science assignment and two classes standing between me and fall break, and the two Veblen shows in Athens this week.

The super-special Miss Maggie made me these badass wings to wear for Halloween, which she then helped me to glitter-fy, as well as a cute wreath of flowers to wear on my head. (The picture does not do these wings justice. They really are so badass.)

...zzzZZZzzz...

but this time
i hope you're right
and i'm right here by your side
and in spite of every time
we'll be alright
we'll be just fine
§

Today seemed short, mostly because I slept a pretty good portion of it away.

I barely willed myself out of bed this morning, feeling worse than usual physically—a weird dizzy headache stomach ache thing happening. But I managed to get up and go to Rock 'n' Roll History and learn about Cool and the Gang and George Clinton. Heh.

We ran over so I missed the first East-West, and ended up being 25-30 minutes late for Marine Enviroment. At this point, class is more then halfway over, so I checked to make sure Jesse wasn't there (which he wasn't, even though he claimed yesterday to have some new resolve about coming to class) and left. Went to lunch, then went to get my mail, and introduced myself to John, who was also getting his mail and lives on the second floor of my building.

"I see you everywhere! You always remind me of someone I know." (says me)

He seemed to really listen when I was talking, even when I started babbling about having a headache and just having to sleep migraines off. He even asked me if I had medicine, and seemed really concerned. He then invited me to come find him in his room or his girlfriend's room on the other side of the building.

I'd always felt good vibes coming off this guy. It's so nice to know when you are right about these things.

Went home, and napped, and when I woke up, all was well, healthwise. I went to dinner with my roommate and her friends and charmed the hell out of everybody, as usual. (I think they liked me alright.)

Jenna's being social!

Look at me, I'm...growing.

So today we are discussing Bob Dylan's Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 (from Blonde on Blonde), which, in case you don't know, goes something like "Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good, / They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would. / They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home. / Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone. / But I would not feel so all alone, / Everybody must get stoned."

Someone asks what the 12 and 35 mean, and our prof says something like Dylan has always been very ambiguous about the title and no one really knows. Then one of the TA's chimes in, "Well you know what 12 multiplied by 35 is don't you?

"420."

Some chuckles from the crowd, but then the prof goes, "What does that mean?"

"Nevermind we'll talk about it later."

"It's sexual isn't it. I'm just missing it."

Students answer in unison "No." and begin laughing. He walks over to the TA and leans down so he can whisper it.

He takes the mic off, but we still can all hear perfectly when he exclaims,

"What? But I smoke pot all the time."

HAHAHAHAHHaHaHaHahahahahahahahaha

"There are no hours in which to smoke pot. Is that like tea time?"

***

Later, I go to the library to do my listening assignment, and I'm approaching the counter, and the guy says, "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I need to third CD for—"

"—History of Rock & Roll."

"Yeah...how did you know?"

"You just look like a Rock & Roller." he replied matter-of-factly.

Now, the real reason he guessed could be that I was probably the 10th kid to come in that day asking for that CD. But the sincerity and authority with which he made that statement actually made me think that maybe I do look like a Rock & Roller.

Rock.

I go to turn the CD back in, and he asks me, "Did you finish rocking out?"

"Yeah."

"Did you rock all the way out and come back?"

I smile. "Yeah, I think so."

"Excellent."

I wish everyone could be so positive.

I know I'm working on it.

Today I took my first History of Rock and Roll test, which I felt went pretty well, and I go to turn in my test and collected some graded papers, I tell the instructor my last name, and he goes,

“Emily, right?”

Now tell me people, cause I really want to know, do I look like an Emily? Just wondering.

I smiled and corrected him and he looked so confused.

{The other day my science lab instructor looked at the one remaining paper in a stack, the one with my name on it, and was like, “This isn't you, is it?” Apparently he had me confused with some other girl with similar initials. So this is becoming a theme, you see.}

But no matter. I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face after I looked down at my papers and saw I got a 95 on my listening assignment and a 100 on my listening quiz last week.

What is happening to me? I'm actually succeeding at school.

Crazy.

Fun Friday Linky-links:
Wear a bikini for America
Party in Athens on Thursday
War is ridiculous
Make your own kitten wallpaper
“You might be asking yourself , ‘Is there a nude and clothed version?’.”
I can't believe this is a sport
I have 55 years to live
Punk kittens
The newest neopet - without the crazy people
I can't believe I forgot ‘Talk like a Pirate’ Day
Oral Sex donations accepted
Bonafide Inspiration

Don't forget about the google bomb! It's climbing but not #1 yet.

Go team go!

Current Music: Veblen - Moonlit Rose

So I actually woke up the first time my alarm went off today.

Just got up, walked across the room and shut it off. Thought about laying back down but felt strangely...rested.

The start of a good day.

That was 9:00. My first class wasn't until 11:15. I took a shower and checked my e-mail and read some Ben Brown and got dressed and walked casually down the street to my Marine Enviroment class.

And who's in my class but Jesse, my old high school pal. We both stand there looking at the “Physics 1010” on the board, wondering together if we are in the right place, until someone who must be our instructor comes in and switches it.

We breathe a collective sigh of relief and sit down. The 3 instructors then proceed to use the entire class period going over the syllabus. Fun fun.

However, I have a study partner! Yay!

I went to the bookstore afterwards and they didn't have anything but the Marine Enviroment book used so I bought that and my lab fee card and got out and saw Melissa on the plaza! Yey! And then I went downtown and bought my Jump ticket for Thursday, and then went and ate lunch without event.

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