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

To Justin Timberlake,
I like your music. I really do! It's is not life-changing or anything, but it makes me shake my booty, and sometimes, a person needs nothing more than to shake her booty. So what possessed you to put not one, but two seven and a half minute songs on your new record? Even worse, what convinced you to order the tracks so these two songs are back-to-back? Pop songs, with few exceptions, and not meant to run longer than 4 minutes, 5 at most. After that, they just wear out their welcome. I beg you, do not make this mistake again. Hours of reckless, fool-hardy dancing are at stake.

To the mostly naked girl sending me friend invites on MySpace,
First of all, I am not a lesbian. While I'm flattered, I'll have to ask you to take your bicurious fantasies elsewhere. In addition, all of your pictures are taken with a grainy webcam in what looks like an office supply closet, next to a copy machine. In your underwear. It seems a bit avant garde, but I don't think that was your desired effect. If you ever want to boost your self-esteem in a way that does not involve a series of "wow, your hawt" comments next to your racy, yet low-quality photos, I would suggest you get away from the file cabinets and fluorescent lights and, you know, go meet some people. Of course, if you've tried this and it didn't work, it may have been because your potential new friends had to listen to you talk.

To Cingular,
Dialing 411 costs $1.79 now? You better watch out; at some point it will be not just cheaper but also easier for me to use my cell phone's internet connection to connect to Google Local and get the number I need for free. Where will you be then?
I guess, serving all the people who still don't have data plans. Sometimes, my geekiness shines through more than I expect.

To Fate/Destiny/The Universe/et al,
Is it some kind of extremely cruel joke that I have been chasing like a madman after work for months, and I suddenly have far more to do than I can handle? Or is this just your way of smacking me upside the head while yelling, “Be careful what you wish for”?

To the young men in my life,
I realize I get a little handsy when I'm drunk. If you have a problem with that, we can not hang out when I'm drunk. That gives us almost no opportunity to hang out though, so choose carefully!

Click here for what Abie describes as “scary”. [09.23.2004, 714 KB image]

It has been a pretty aight week so far. Work has been semi-stressful, but the ties that bind always keep me going. School, as usual, is sort of a non-existent force, which for right now is really fine.

Despite the annoying return of sleeplessness, I feel pretty good about life in general, although I am a bit apprehensive about getting advised for Anthopology.

Yes, I changed my major last week. It has become clear to me that the art school is never going to let me in, and even if they did, I don't have the heart for it anymore. So I'm going the academic route, in a small, highly acclaimed department, in a subject I actually have a good deal of interest in. It's not practical for anything I want to pursue in life, but I'll be able to graduate before I'm going to UGA with my nieces and nephews, and that is surely a plus.

I'm trying to make some changes, and take control. I know I can take control, okay?

...

Profundity: “Sorry if you think I rudely put my opinions and thoughts in your life, I just don't want to be like everyone else in life that just nods and concedes without making an effort, even if they are wrong or don't apply.

“It's what makes better friendships.”

...

J (12:41:34 AM): I'm just saying
J (12:41:59 AM): man, I try to be so difficult sometimes
N (12:42:57 AM): you do.
N (12:42:59 AM): its ok.

Today, I practiced my right to vote. I am part of the system now, as flawed as it is.

In celebration, I made an election day mix.

1. Hey Mr. President (Anyone But You) - Will Hoge
2. Young America - Jump
3. Bleed American - Jimmy Eat World
4. If 6 Was 9 - The Jimi Hendrix Experience
5. Know Your Enemy - Rage Against the Machine
6. MOSH - Eminem
7. Politik - Coldplay
8. Oppression - Ben Harper
9. Bible Vs. Gun - Will Hoge
10. Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 - Bob Dylan
11. Bombs Over Baghdad - Outkast
12. Who's To Blame - Ozomatli
13. Let It Be - The Beatles
14. The Times They Are A-Changin' (Bob Dylan Cover) - Will Hoge
15. Mercedes Benz - Janis Joplin

You may remember the viking stencil I spent nearly an hour an a half cutting out the other day.

I have subsequently destroyed it with paint by putting it on a shirt.

Fun!

I had to document the most excellent viking stencil just I spent a very long time cutting out, before I basically ruin it by actully using it to stencil something.

“Jenna, that hat makes you look so pimp.”

Laughing. “That's actually not the first time someone has said that to me.”

“It just looks like you are saying, ‘You don't want none of this. Back the eff up.’ Except you probably don't say ‘eff’, you probably say the real thing.”

“Yeah, ‘eff’ just doesn't have the same kind of oomph.”

Today has been excellent. I think it is largely due to this hat.

This weekend has been pretty rockin'. Arlington Priest played 106 West on Friday and dedicated a song to the Tollersons, at which point Sarah and myself almost fainted like fangirls.

Not really, but we sure sounded like we were going to, being all gushy.

Saturday I went to a party and got to hang out with the nicest man in the world, Matt Anthony. We ended up at the Waffle House and hilarity ensued.

Today, I slept. All. Day.

This is a bad job, except that I finally feel rested for the first time in at least a week.

Now I'm using Bailey's to lull myself back to sleep. We'll see how that works.

I can't sleep.

I don't like it.

Memo to my brain: slow the hell down for five minutes so I can get some freakin’ shut eye.

I mean, I know I'm blessed with many natural graces, but a girl still needs her beauty sleep.

I finally learned how to use chopsticks. Not as complicated as I had imagined.

I spent a lot of time today yelling (in my head) at cute greek boy to stop being so hott. I mean, damn.

I'm not wearing my contacts right now (they've been giving me excessive trouble lately) so presently I'm sporting the naughty librarian look:

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