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

I have a deadline I have to meet tomorrow morning, but I thought I would take a second to upload some backlogged photos to flickr, just to get them online. In the process of creating the tags, I somehow ended up spending more than half an hour looking for a synonym of “voyeur” with a nonsexual connotation.

I am a world-class procrastinator.

I ended up going with “spy” but I don't like it. It's too dry, not scandalous enough. On the other hand, while I can use words like “voyeur” in prose and can be mostly confident the context will prevail, I don't think I should be tagging photos with a word that brings up nothing but adult content in a google search. Just saying.

If you're seeing stars, I can tell you that you're probably not looking at my work. I upgraded my Movable Type installation today, and while I get some things worked out I dropped in the RAWK! style by Liz Lubowitz. This is mainly to gain a fresh start, but it's entirely temporary.

Why did I choose to do this today? I have plenty of work to do, but I'm also having one more bad day in a series of bad days lately, and as a result I'm procrastinating. It's unwise and irresponsible, but I think I'm doing it because this is the one little corner of the universe that feels at all under my control at this point, where everything else — and I mean everything — feels utterly unmanageable.

Only Jenna Tollerson would put off working on websites by working on a website.

I am supposed to be writing my take-home exam. I'm hoping silly B&W pictures may help with my writer's block?

I really wish I wasn't in school right now.

I would just like to point out that when there is homework to be done, suddenly one also must do laundry, clean one's desk, dust-off the keyboard, do the dishes, run errands, and do anything, anything, but focus on the task at hand.

One might even update their journal to keep from doing homework.

“Can I just complain for second?”

“Sure.” Abie pauses her phone call with David.

“I hate how every one of these goddamn writing assignments is always like ‘Imagine you're an anthropologist...’. How 'bout, no!?! I don't want to! I would just like to write some stupid research paper and get it over with. I don't want to have to use my creative energy on this!”

Abie explains the situation to David, and relays his answer to me.

“David says, ‘Imagine I'm an anthropologist....Tell them, I would take my own life.’”

We laugh. A lot.

And then I remember I'm supposed to be working.

Ergh.

So, I'm sick of surveys. I never thought I would say that but I am. They all seem to have the same questions after a while, and I am forced to give the same answers that at first seemed clever but now have formed into a trite mutation of themselves, as well as an excuse to not really write anymore. So until I see another original one, I think I am easing myself out of them.

It should be noted that what follows is not a survey.

I was inspired by this girl to dig up my 100_facts_about_me list from this place, revise it and publish it for you here. Enjoy, and if you feel so inclined, publish a similar list in your own journal.

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Well, I came to the library with the intention of getting some work done. So much for that.

::wails:: I want my computer back! ::sobs::

I wish I had something clever to say today. A little anecdote or story to entertain my wonderful (although of late, silent) visitors. But alas, there is none.

Today my Starbucks guy invited me to go ahead and get the weekend started with him today, Wednesday. Mainly because I was voicing my grief over the slowness of the week. I wished aloud that I didn't have any responsiblities, and he said that it could be taken care of.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Starbucks is a a great way to start your day. They made my latte extra good today too. Yum.

Next: Jenna makes you help her decide what classes to take next year.

Ralph Lauren. A hopeless romantic, you love love.
You are a free-spirit, who paints and explores
nature in her freetime. Ever so girly, you like
flowery things that capture the innocense you
project. Often a bit Bohemian, your style is
usually relaxed and comfortable. Guys adore
your cuter-than-life-itself nature and free-
love philosophy.


Which fashion designer are you?
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DKNY: Classic with clean edges and very business
like. You don't like to get outrageous or
overly boisterous. Keep It Simple is your
motto and you do it well.


What fashion designer fits you
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[Edit 3:14 AM: having worked 2 straight hours and countless hours before that of thinking and scrawling and still being completely confused, I have yet to come up with anything concrete for this essay except for about 400 words of crap concluding with "In sum, I think I may still be confused."

Oh lord. So not worth missing 3 hours of sleep over. Ah well. G'night.]