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

Somehow whenever I'm with the Indian I get dragged into completely random situations such as house parties. It always seems to happen by accident, with no sense of predetermination, and frequently with the objective of free beer.

There was a party being thrown by some new residents in my apartment building on Friday, and the Indian and I of course ended up there. I didn't particularly want to be there but friends stick together.

Everyone was very nice, but I was tired, and bored. I left a couple of times, running over to the smoke shop or running upstairs in search of decent beer. Out of sheer boredom I macked on this cat (known hereafter as K) who kept flirting with me, but it came increasingly clear that it was going nowhere. K was kind of cute, and only kind of dumb at first, but got stupider and stupider as time went on, no doubt helped along by massive amounts of beer. I gave up on getting any action after this exchange:

K (whining a little): “I wanna go downtown!”
J: “You are downtown.”
K: “I know, but I wanna go to some bars, listen to some music.” (Begins doing the drunk white guy dance.)
J: “What bars are you planning on going to?”
K: “Bourbon Street!”

I later explained to the Indian that I was not going to chase K into that place because I imagine that Bourbon Street is the kind of place where “you catch an STD just by walking in. You come through the door and bang! You've got herpes.”

Except for some funny exchanges with the Indian, it was kind of a waste of an evening.

Tonight I watched Peter Pan all the way through, finally, and I highly recommend it. Catie and I made a liquor store trip, where I purchased peach flavored morning vodka, because it was on clearance, and I just had to after hearing all about it. I'm sure this is just one more step on some cosmic checklist to becoming a respectable alcoholic, but the comic effect of actually having that on hand is something I had to experience.

I just bought a new computer, which is being custom built in a warehouse somewhere and should be in my hands and set up in just a couple of weeks, so if for some reason you would like to opt of the CD-mix-making extravaganza that will promptly ensue, speak now, or prepare to receive and listen to many songs you may or may not want to hear.

Awesome things happening:

• By this time next week I should have my first car.
• I paid off one of my credit cards today.
• Talib Kweli is playing Legion Field on Monday, for free.
• Sarah is moving to Athens.
• Abie and Allison are coming back from their respective vacations, so we will be a family again.

The one thing that must be said about awesome events: the anticipation is killing me.

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!

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So if you haven't heard yet (or if I forgot to call you because Friday and the succeeding days have been such a whirlwind) I did not get into the Lamar Dodd School of Art here at UGA this semester. What does this mean, you ask?

Well I've given it some thought, and it simply means my plans for next semester have changed. I'm going to only one class next semester (an art history, the very last of my non-studio requirements), and take a semester to hopefully both:

1. get a second job

2. figure some things out about where my life is going at this point

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There comes a point when you should just get back up and forget the idea of sleep. My schedule is so screwed up, geez.

But today will be a good day. Today I will:

• Go to work.

• Come home.
• Do an excessive amount of laundry at my grandfather's.
• Make a run to Wally World.
• Pack up the last trip of stuff.
• Move out to Athens in a more permanent way.
• Sleep soundly and long.

Wish me luck and drink lots of caffinated beverages on my behalf.

Tuesday, 9:30 AM. I wake after having been asleep for roughly 17 hours, on and off. It's not important to my story except that I woke without an alarm, which put me in a good mood, and my Poli-Sci class starts right at 9:30, so I was skipping. Again.

I grab my showery things and walk down the hall to the shower, being happy because it's morning and I'm rested and the day is ripe with yummy possibilities. I get out of the shower at about 5 til 10. To get to work at 11:30 I have to eat lunch at about 10:30. (I know.)

I reach my door and turn the handle. Locked. I think my roommate must be getting dressed, so I knock.

No answer.

I panic, and knock several more times to no avail. I sit on the floor, slump again the wall and think. I now have two options:

• I can wait until my roommate gets back, which may be 12:30 or 1:00, and miss work while sitting out in the hall for 2 hours in my bathrobe, OR

• I can go check out a key.

Simple, you think. Easy. Go check out a key. Everything will work out fine.

Here's where I start thinking, "This is going to be a great story to tell at the Waffle House someday."

Where do I have to go to check out a key? The community office. And where is that? In a trailer in the middle of the quad. Past some construction workers, across the lawn, though the building to the desk. And then I have to talk to someone and explain why I'm standing there in my bathrobe, still very wet.

Thank goodness it was a warm day.

I walk down the stairs, take off my flip-flops and scurry over to the office door in my bare feet, tightly holding my robe shut against the blustering wind, and go inside. Breathe a sigh of relief that there is a girl sitting at the desk, check out a key, and scurry back over to the building, without being seen by almost anyone. Yey for that.

When I went back to turn my key in, I was wearing my Will Hoge shirt, and the girl at the desk is like "You like Will Hoge? I love him!" We get to talking about them, but now I will always associate Will Hoge with being naked. And not in the good way.

After work Melissa and I drive 2 hours to Turner Field to watch J,LC play four songs. It was so fun though. They were being broadcast on a big screen right above the stage (and I suppose, also on the big screen inside the stadium) and for some reason it just cracked me up, and I could not stop laughing hysterically even with Anne Martinez faux-scolding me. It didn't help either that there was even a zoom-in on Matt's pink mandolin, which to me just looked like they were zooming in on his crotch. Gives a whole new meaning to the term Jumbotron. (Bah-Dum-Ching!)

I should have some pictures up soon.

For anyone who has not heard yet: 106 West, Closed, This weekend. There is a wedding that Tollersons are attending and thus, not enough staff to run the place. Sam and Dixie Kirby in their never-ending indispensability have dressed me for this wedding and damn if I don't say I'm gonna look gooooood. Yeah.

Finally, for anyone interested I am currently signed up for the following for next fall:

(ANTH)CMLT 3180. Introduction to East Asian Cultures.

CMLT 3110. Literature of the Self.

MUSI 2040. History of Popular Music.

NMIX 2020. Introduction to New Media.

Of course, these are all subject to change.

What's new, you ask?

I saw Howie Day on Monday at the Tate Center, and I'm sorry to say, despite glowing reviews from several people that I have great respect for, I was less than impressed.

Granted, he has a very pleasant voice, and all the layering (for the unfamiliar, he lays down percussion, bass, voice tracks and guitar lines while on stage to play over) was pretty, and I'm sure takes skill (because if you've seen it done wrong before, you know it can be very wrong), but ultimately, it was monotonous and I was bored. I also had a really hard time connecting to him, which is something I need out of that type of show, a single person on stage with the guitar. I will not being seeing Howie Day again, but if someone bought me the CD I have the feeling I would hold onto it. He's not bad at all, he's just not great. However, for $4 I got to spend an evening out and see several people that I know, so I felt it was productive. I also finally formed my own opinion on Howie Day.

An aside: it's a shame that it is so easy for me to articulate what I don't like about an artist, yet if I'm really passionate about music it leaves me speechless. Hmmm.

I came home after my History class today I slept the remainder of the day away (until 6:45, actually), which is the easy explaination of why I'm awake right now. If only it were so easy to explain away everyday. Why is it no problem to fall asleep in the middle of the day but at night I just stare at the ceiling for hours?

I joined Blogsnob, so from now on under the Cliques/Rings section on the main page of the journal, there will be cute little text ads from other people's journals, and in turn text ads for my journal will pop up other places. This is all pending approval, of course, but from the sites that are already in it I'm fairly certain that I'll get in too. Makes sure to check out those other sites, and maybe sign up if you want ads too.

Coming up—Thanksgiving (and the visit of older sister Heather) in two weeks. Between then and now:

• Tomorrow (tonight) Better Than Erza @ the 40 Watt.
• Friday - maybe attempt to crash the free, student-only Jump/Tinker show at Emory.
• [If one of my accounts is settled soon, then maybe] Will Hoge in B'ham in one week.
• Veblen @ 106 West on the 23rd.
• Two labs, 4 CD reviews, no tests, 10-20 posts here, and many sleepless nights.

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
§

Go play. But turn up your speakers first. The music is crazy. Madcap, I tell you.

Also, this is cool, amazingly well done, and a little more sophisticated, if that's what you need.

Tonight, Jump @ Clemson.

Tomorrow, dinner at Last Resort with the cool Winder Homecoming Crüe, including at least two (2!) famous rock stars.

And on Sunday, the lovely Miss Maggie will grace UGA (and myself) with her presence.

Do weekends not rock your ass off too?