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

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.

Have you ever noticed how Easter chocolate tastes different than Christmas chocolate?

Excerpt from the paper I'm working on right now: "The more rules there are, the more congested things become, and chaos can ensue. There is actually more order when an organic situation is allowed; when the Tao is allowed to “flow”, so to speak. This is not to indicate a utopia or anarchy, but rather, a simple convergence."

You'd think someone as full as crap as me would have met the required two pages by now but this stuff is really hard. I challenge any of you to go buy a copy of the Tao Te Ching and then understand it within a matter of a couple of weeks. Oy.

I just took a quick nap and in about an hour I'm going to have to be done. Too bad it's only taken 9 hours to get just a page and a fourth.

Happy Monday, everybody.

My registration appointment is tomorrow at 3:00. I need to pick up at least 12 hours. What you need to know:

• I love to read but I have no time
• I mainly need classes to boost/maintain my GPA
• I should be in art school next semester so I should be able to drop all but 6 hours
• All of the following are worth 3 hours each

So, pick your favorite four and specify your favorite two. I can't promise I'll take any of it into consideration, but at least you get to see what I'm considering:

NMIX 2020. Introduction to New Media. (Part of the New Media Certificate Program which my advisor is all insistent I consider. I'm not sure there is much to it.)

MUSI 2040. History of Popular Music.

CMLT 3110. Literature of the Self.

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

PSYC 2101. The Psychology of Adjustment.

SOCI 2470. Deviance and Social Control.

SOCI 2600. Social Problems.

SOCI 3010. Sociology of Culture.

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.

As in, "What's the...?"

Yeah.

My computer's WinSock or TCPIP or something is corrupted, and since I only vaguely understand what that means, and don't expect you to get it at all. Just know that I can't connect to the Internet because something very bad but very random happened to my computer last week. It's currently in the shop. The shop being my father's office, the mechanic being my father.

So if you are worried about me and my sudden and silent absence from the net over the weekend that is now ongoing, that's because my computer is in Winder and I am in Athens. I am lost without it too. Without my wake-up call away message, my endless literature to read, my Information Superhighway, I don't know what to do with myself.

I think it's funny that I can use 2 paragraphs to say "I don't have my computer and I miss it."

This brings me to another point: I found out today that I made an A on my last Poli-Sci test. I made an A on the one before last too. I didn't really study for either of them besides some note-slamming just prior to the test. And this may be because I'm kinda smart, but I think it has mostly to do with my uncannily ability to bullshit. In Poli-Sci, if I have no clue, I wing it, and it turns out I'm usually right. I had no idea that worked until this class. I'm not usually a guesser, and now I don't know why I never tried to before.

Just a little revelation to share with y'all.

Sites to visit while you are missing me:

Justin Blackstock <— talented, hot
Kyle Kirby <— obnoxious, hot
Abie Mohn <— awesome, hot

And they are all hot in their own special ways.

Absolutely nothing.

"They'll forget there ever was such a thing as tolerance. To fight you must be brutal and ruthless, and the spirit of ruthless brutality will enter into the very fibre of our national life, infecting Congress, the courts, the policeman on the beat, the man on the street."

       - Woodrow Wilson

(Sam, insert my hilarious sound effects here)

Cause I'm a poor victimized moron, dur de dur. ::does moron dance with sound effects::

I don't know where to begin.

Putting racial insults aside (although that was clearly the comment of a bigot), putting aside the obvious, terrifying problem of gun violence, I have to say, I am opposed to this law.

Before you jump to conculsions, I must say that I don't like guns. They make me uncomfortable. I have no plans to own a gun, and I hope I never face a situation where I am confronted by someone with a gun. Plus, I don't care about my right to bear arms and I don't care about yours either. I have no desire to ever bear arms, thank you.

That said, this does not seem to be about controlling gun violence. This seems to be another product of our litigious society. It's got to be someone's fault. The perpetrator never acts alone anymore.

When I read this article, it looked as if this law seems to have precedent to me: the ability of smokers to sue tabacco companies because cigarettes, apparently, cause disease and reduction in quality of life.

::gasp:: Did you know this? I just thought they made you look cool.

You smoked. That was your choice. And now you are dying. Too bad. Only you can make you smoke for 20+ years! Sure, you didn't want to get shot, but gun manufacturers probably didn't want you to get shot either. Who did? The shooter. Unless he was sold that gun from a manufacterer by illegal means only the shooter can be responsible for what happens after he gets it home from the store.

It's everybody's fault but the guy whodunit. Why? That guy doesn't have as much money as giant faceless corporations!

BTW, I really don't like cigarettes either. But I still like them a little more than guns.

[Disclaimer: This is just my ill-informed, 20-minutes-in-the-making opinion. You and I both know that I could be wrong. Very wrong, even.]

SOUTHERN DRAWL
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for you. You like them to talk slow and
pretty. Matthew is a great match. You might
also look into Clayne Crawford, he's a cutie.


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Found written on a bench next to the Herty Field fountain today, just before my advising appointment. In case you haven't experienced this personally, I will tell you that being "advised" is more about being "discouraged".

I don't want to need a backup plan.

Self portrait by Kyle.

Do you ever go back and read something you wrote and wonder, what the hell was I thinking?

I'm not a failure
I could cry
It's art. Performance art. Ever evolving.

What does that mean?

"I'm tired of looking at myself. Why do I keep doing self portraits?"
- Chuck Close

The weekend was very short, but good! But short.

Saturday night the illustrious Sean Kagalis played at one oh six west. And he was awesome. He's always awesome but brotha was on on Saturday! He's got a new record coming out soon and it is going to be so badass. Everyone of you should buy two copies: one for yourself and one for a friend.

Justin Reynolds (formerly of annoying local pop-punk band Split Fifty) played on the bill as well, and let me tell you people, boy is coming along. I mean, really. Give him just a little more time and he'll be all polished and ready to make some record company ridiculously rich. He also got a spiffy new haircut so you can see his eyes finally.

I slept a lot this weekend, only to have to get up early this morning and be just as tired as ever. I had the am/pm mixed up on my alarm clock, and it didn't go off at all, so I woke up at 7:30 to my roommate's wristwatch alarm. Oy! I'm gonna be late for work. And I was. But on the plus side I heard someone call my Starbucks guy Nathan. He looks just like a Nathan too. I know Starbucks is, like, the man or something and going there makes me a big sellout, but it's a great way to start your day. Almost everybody knows my name and Nathan knows my drink. (Iced Latte, if you must know.) Starbucks people are the first people I usually speak to in the morning. Funky, right?

Noon came around (very quickly! time flies when you stay busy) and I still had all these incidents left in my queue so I skipped my Poli-Sci discussion and worked for an extra hour. I'm feeling like a bonafide web author these days. I make changes and upload files and send requests to graphics! Why is this so exciting? I don't know! But it is.

Lunch, then religion, where Sonam cancelled class. I was going to come here (to the library) and work on my art appreciation paper due on Thursday but of course I forgot to bring all my notes from the museum. Blah to that. In theory I could go home and work there but I never get anything done at home.

Of course, I suppose I'm not really getting anything done right now.

I have to go see my advisor on Wednesday so she can tell me what I'm supposed to take next year. Quite frankly I'm just plain confused on the matter. Everytime I think I'm filling out the requirements I find out there is something that they forgot to tell me before. Colleges on the whole, I think, suck when it comes to just stating your requirements out right for you. They'd rather you just skip around 40 different web pages or piles of documents or speak to your peers and not know which one is actually up to date. Oy!

I'm going to try and do something constructive now. Someone please leave a comment telling me when mother's and father's days are! I have no clue.

Until about 5 minutes ago I was convinced that I had to call in a work order about the fluorescent light in my dorm room because it's burnt out. I was completely convinced that I had tried the switch last night and it hadn't come on. I remember thinking that it had been broken for quite sometime, even though I used it to study just last night.

I actually dreamed about trying to turn the light on. Some people have flying dreams, some people have nightmares, some people have dreams where they are hanging out with rockstars, and lucky me, I get every completely mundane dream in the book.

Oh, and also the dreams where I die. I'm not sure what that means though.

Complete aside: Dave Wisdom is such a good guy. And not just because of the one incident he's written about last weekend. I'm telling you, that boy's momma raised him up right.

Oy, Poli-Sci test in a hour. I must be off.