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wMonday, June 30, 2003 | |
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Strong Bad is getting a new computer... You were female in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere around the territory of which we now know as modern Romania, approximately in the year 850. Your main profession was: astronomer, a map maker of the night sky. A brief psychological profile of you in that past life: Timid, constrained, quiet person. You had creative talents, that waited until later in that life to be liberated. Sometimes others considered you strange. A lesson that your last past life wishes you to learn in your present life is: It always seemed to you, that you perceptions of the world are somewhat different. Your lesson is to trust your intuition as the best guide in this present life. take the past life test at http://www.internetjunk.org And now I reference my title: Funny new email posted by Jenny on 6/30/2003 10:01:00 PM |
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Rodney on the Rock has a lisp. I've just spent the last hour and a half fixing my template after I spent 2 minutes messing it up. The table borders are seem to have a 1-2 pixel variance in width. But I can live with that for awhile. Right now I'm going to wipe the sweat off my forehead, say "whew", and go to bed. Oh, I should say something to make my title make sense. I was listening to the radio when Rodney on the Rock came on. Why is it that his speech impediment doesn't return any results at google? He definitely has something going on there. posted by Jenny on 6/30/2003 12:55:00 AM |
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wSunday, June 29, 2003 | |
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Haha Teabagging Quiz I decided to ad a "Title" field. Tomorrow (or, whenever) I'll see what happens when I don't have a title. posted by Jenny on 6/29/2003 10:13:00 PM |
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 I've been hanging on to this for awhile now. You don't even have to click on it: Officials: U.S. Slow on Bin Laden Drones Wed Jun 25, 1:36 AM ET By TED BRIDIS and JOHN SOLOMON, Associated Press Writers WASHINGTON - When President Bush took office in January 2001, the White House was told that Predator drones had recently spotted Osama bin Laden as many as three times and officials were urged to arm the unmanned planes with missiles to kill the al-Qaida leader. But the administration failed to get drones back into the Afghan skies until after the Sept. 11 attacks later that year, current and former U.S. officials say. When I heard this on the radio the tone conveyed more that they were bragging, in a way. That they wanted to kill him, and they think this is a good thing, something to boost approval ratings. Personally, I'm of the opinion that it's not the place of our government to kill a citizen of another country. Well, I mean, we're taking military action (we didn't declare war, we're not at war). Naturally the people we're killing are citizens of some foreign country. They're combatants, though. Which isn't to say I support what's going on, it's just different. And it's not that I'm against the death penalty all together. I've written letters for Amnesty International to countries where political dissidents are killed without commiting a crime, and without some sort of due process. I sleep better because we can gas guys like Ted Bundy, though. So anyway, listening to the report on the radio that the White House wanted Americans to know that they could have killed Osama bin Laden 3 times before 9/11 pissed me off. Because they seem to feel justified on doing so. And even worse, they were bragging. I think if you kill someone, the last thing you want to do is brag about it. Especially if you're a country that stands up and proclaims freedom and individual rights. posted by Jenny on 6/29/2003 03:36:00 PM |
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wSaturday, June 28, 2003 | |
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I think I hooked myself up with a 2nd job last night. Tutoring Bar Mitzvah students. Hey, it paid the bills in high school... Then again I didn't have any bills in high school... What was I thinking? posted by Jenny on 6/28/2003 12:57:00 PM |
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wFriday, June 27, 2003 | |
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I was sitting in my chair just now talking to someone who came to my cubicle. She asked me to print a report, and then I asked why we always get a blank page with just the header for everything we print from access. So I'm turned around while she waits by the printer, and we're talking... And after she leaves, I go to pull my shirt down and realize that about 5 inches of shiny blue underwear is exposed from my olive green pants. This information was brought to you for free. posted by Jenny on 6/27/2003 02:54:00 PM |
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i'VE BEEN MEANING TO POST, BUT BLOGGER HAS BEEN DOWN BECAUSE THEY'VE BEEN SWITCHING. iT SAID "A FEW HOURS", BUT IT ENDED UP TAKING 2 DAYS. OOPS, I left my caps on. funny how I typed the address and signed on without even looking at the screen. Anyway, I uploaded a couple more pictures, but sitting in this cubicle I can't remember the locations. Later tonight (if I get to use the computer) I'll post about doing errands with my grandma, teaching other interns, and how bad Charlie's Angels 2 sucked. Ok, so what I was going to say now was... ... crap, I forgot. Oh, getting my car checked and going to IHOP for the 2nd time in my life. I'll add that to the list. Also, I'm going to work on a roast-like thing that MTV is doing for Carson Daly. Of course, since it's MTV, they can't call it a "roast", it has to be a "bash". I'd like to bash his head in, maybe. I'm probably not that violent, but I've never been in the same room with the devil himself, so I can't say for sure. Britney Spears is going to be there. I might die from the torture. Here's an article about who's going to be there. Not one person there excites me in anyway. Jennifer Love Hewitt, good lord, how lame. Also, I've realized that I'll lose my unemployment, for less money than I would have made for not working. What I'm doing right now is really hard because I've made it complicated. I have little stapled and paper-clipped packets strewn about all over my cubicle. and every so often i find something that can be grouped. so then i have to lift up other piles, because they're all on top of each other, going 6 different directions. So I should get back to it, before someone walks by and sees me reading articles about Carson Daly. (I was so tempted to type Gayly). posted by Jenny on 6/27/2003 12:58:00 PM |
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wMonday, June 23, 2003 | |
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Jimmy Eat World, The Middle on the radio. What is this, May 2002? I remember something about a blogging marathon got charity last year. Clearly I am capable of sitting in front of a computer all day and typing away. I think getting pledges is what would hold me back. ("Is that a PLEDGE PIN?!") I'm sure I have the available bandwidth. I even paid for it. There was no new Strong Bad Email today. That would have killed 3 minutes. I think I'll try to recreate my disappearing entry: There was a picture of a red cup (because I looked up and saw that I had put my cup there) 
And then I referenced the blue one 
(Actually, it'd be overkill, but there is a red cup sitting up there now, because someone went to costco) I took 2 more pictures of my Trogdor sticker 
I remember I used this one because I skipped a number between caps And I said something about how every time I look at my clipboard I want to yell, "THATCHED-ROOF COTTAGES!" I linked to Trogdor, though I had something much better to say about the link. That might have been it. But in case it wasn't I will now add something I think is cool: 
It's one of those infinitely repeating images, hindered by resolution. But you get the idea, I'm sure. posted by Jenny on 6/23/2003 02:59:00 PM |
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I am having a hot dog and popcorn for lunch. I don't want to leave the house because every fricking window and door is open. I hate people who open things that stick, and then leave someone else, (who doesn't like open doors and windows) to deal with it. I would have watched Days of Our Lives, but the Tivo said, "John and Phillip discuss last night's mission." I didn't even need to read that whole sentence to know I wasn't going to watch. A few months ago I was at the Knitting Factory, and Kyle was there. (Kyle, from The Real World Chicago, he plays Phillip now.) Well, the concert wasn't that great, so my friend and I entertained ourselves by walking around going, "paging Kyle, Kyle, you're a loser!" Haha. I never saw him by the time we started doing that (did see him at the bar earlier). But, at one point, I was waiting for a backstage pass (which I never got) because someone had actually managed to get me admitted as press, and the bathroom door swung open, and everyone said they saw him peeing. Haha, I guess that's good enough that they all laughed at him, and I didn't have to see that. Also, the guy who operates the mechanical bull at Saddle Ranch at Citywalk introduced himself to my friends (while we were roasting marshmellows), "I was on Road Rules." Apparently this impresses people. L.A. is like a hot bed for former MTV reality people. I don't know why there is no "Real" in the title of Road Rules. It's every bit as real/contrived as The "Real" World. (Haha, random musing: Wannabe Reel World) I'm always seeing people from them reality shows (I saw Gervase from Survivor in Philadelphia, but he WAS boarding a flight to L.A.) One time in high school we saw a guy from one of the early Road Rules in Westwood, and my friend freaked out and tried to make me stop the car so she could get his autograph. Seeing as how that would embarass me, I declined. Alright, I have nothing that's going to take me to this point, but here it is: You people suck. L.A. would be a way cooler place to live if reality TV trash didn't all end up here eventually. Instead, our reputation is just further besmirched. Also, I just recently re-found PlanetSocks.com. I think I'll go read some stuff there and shake my fist at the contributors who don't dislike the same people I do! posted by Jenny on 6/23/2003 02:19:00 PM |
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My sister says if I don't go to therapy today (Monday is apparently my "mental health day") then I'll be crazy until Thursday. Look at me everyone, I'm crazy compass girl! C'mon and gimme some candy! (I couldn't find a protractor.) posted by Jenny on 6/23/2003 01:01:00 PM |
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Well, my archives hadn't disappeared since 4/29/03 4:07 p.m. That might be some kind of record. My mother apologized to me, after she yelled at me about not checking the Tivo to make sure it taped Sex and the City. She said she's sorry she made me cry, that kind of thing probably also happens to other people. What-ever. She asked if it made me feel better, and I said, "No, you're still a bitch." She tried to defend herself, but I just interuptted, "you're a bitch!" I had a terrible headache for most of the night. You know, the kind where you feel nauseous. The tv was on really loud, and there were a bunch of people yelling. I feel better now though. Maybe I should see if Sex and the City is still on the Tivo (I hear the scenes from next week didn't tape...) posted by Jenny on 6/23/2003 01:33:00 AM |
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wSunday, June 22, 2003 | |
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Blogger ate last night's entry. My grandma is coming over for dinner. If she had decided not to come, we would have gone to my aunt's. I think my mom is really upset that we can't go to her sister's. Although we could, but they don't want grandma there. So she calls her sister and says in her condescending way, "Oh, well, now we have to go somewhere cheap, or she won't pay." After she shot down all of my suggestions (because her sister wouldn't approve) I said, "it's our house and our grandma, why don't we get any say?" Then I mentioned barbequeing, so that's what we're doing. Of course, my mom called from the market to yell at me and say that now we've invited grandma for dinner, and now she won't pay. And apparently we don't have a lot of money this week. I would hate to mention here that my parents are taking my aunt to Napa, Sonoma and San Francisco for a week. Although they aren't sharing a hotel room with her this time, but they did prepay it for her, and they're renting the car. Basically, in my mind, it's not an issue of coming up short this week, it's a symptom of living beyond their means in general. Then she calls again and says they don't have the right potatoes at the market, so I should go to Trader Joe's. I decide to go to another Trader Joe's than the one she wants me to go to, because it's crowded. I get there, and they don't have potatoes. I did get to hear 2 mom's yell at their kids, though. So then I decide that there's a third Trader Joe's that I'll go to because it's closer than the one my mom wanted at this point. I get there, and there are no parking spaces because people have all parked in 2 spaces. Or I should say, BMW's and Jags have all taken 2 compact spaces. Ok, so I finally get inside, and it's full of old people. Old people who walk down the middle of an aisle big enough for 2 carts to pass. Since I'm only getting potatoes, I have a basket. This is of no advantage to me. So I duck my around the whole store (because I have no idea where to find produce). Though I did get organic root beer, and then I walked past ice cream, and I saw this turkey jerky that my sister really likes (but hey, my dad gave me a 20). So as I'm coming down the last aisle some old lady charges from the intersection with a fully loaded cart and knocks my basket out of my hands. Of course, not wanting to drop the basket, I go down too, but really all I did was bang my knee in to the floor. The old lady says, "Oh, I was trying to get to the free samples." Mango lemonade and chicken taquitos. While I was picking up my stuff off of the floor I saw her pick up a taquito, roll it around in her fingers, and put it back in the sample basket. She didn't try the lemonade. There were 2 stock boys who didn't even stop what they were doing to help me. But actually, this didn't piss me off until I got to the checkout and realized I had dropped the $20 bill my dad gave me. So I go on a frantic search of the whole store, and don't see it. It was in my hand, I'm sure I dropped it when I was picking up my stuff. I had to go to my car to find more money. I usually keep a $5 in my car, but I recently switched to $10, you know, inflation. There was so much crap in my center console I can't find it. Meanwhile a guy in a red Infiniti decides he needs to pull up behind my car, trapping me in the space and honk. Just one long, unending honk. I'm sorry that he, or his old ass wife, or his daughter in the backseat have never seen a person frantically ransaking a car before. I get back in the store, and I have to put stuff back. I think that the checkout guy had a lot of nerve to act so annoyed, I mean, I'm their customer, and I'm being treated very poorly. $20 probably isn't a lot compared to the revenue that Trader Joe's generates every day, but I shop there a lot, so you'd think they'd want to act mildly sympathetic in an effort to keep my business. Me really didn't like it that I couldn't afford the jerky. Looking back, I should have just left without the potatoes when I went to my car. On the upside, I was going to take this one space near the door, but I let some girl in a volvo have it when I saw another space... Some old lady in a red Lexus came up and hit 2 carts, which slammed in to her car and made a big dent. Ok, it's my upside, not hers. So I get home and I tell my dad I lost the $20 bill. My mother hears this and starts screaming. I tell her what happened, and she asked why I didn't tell the manager. I said that 2 people who worked for the store were right there, the store knew. So then she said that she'd call the manager for me. Then she sees the root beer and says she's not paying for that. I said, actually I paid for it. (My dad really didn't seem upset that I lost the money). So then I'm washing dishes and she says, "You wouldn't have lost the money if you had just bought potatoes." And I don't say anything. Then she starts yelling at me about walking around with money in my hand. So i say, "I was on my way to the checkout." So thens he goes off screaming saying, "You just changed your story!" So then I finish the dishes and I say that the dishes are clean, so they (my mom and my sister) can start making the potato salad. Then I go over near the kitchen entryway and start unpacking the groceries my mom bought. But she keeps yelling about all kinds of stuff. Eventually she mentions the manager again and I said, "I just wanted to get out of there. Maybe I should have left when I went to my car." So she screams, not yells, "People are always going to walk all over you if you don't stand up for yourself!" I said, "I don't see how you being a bitch to the manager will change anything." She said, "I can't call now, you're changing your story again!" Then she kept yelling, and my dad says, "She had a hard time, don't harp on it right now." Then he gets up and tries to hug me, and I said, "don't touch me." So he tries again and I say, "Don't touch me." My mom is still yelling, so I start crying and come in here and start typing. But the whole time I can still hear my mom yelling about this. It's been 35 minutes now. "I'm pissed off because she has no coping skills" Now she says I'm not helping with the potato salad because I hold a grudge. I'm wrongly upset at her, because I really know that I shouldn't be walking with money in my hand. Eventually I went in there to put the potatoes in the boiling water, and she had to shut up real quick. The kitchen has no walls though, so it's not like I only magically heard her once I entered it, duh. Now her sister comes over and my mom starts telling her the story. She says, "let's talk about something important." So she mentions some win she found in her closet (remember, Napa, Sonoma...) So my dad hears wine and starts giving a dissertation. My aunt says she needs to look up the wines she has online. So my dad brings her in here. I say, "I'm online." He tells her, and she shoves him out of the way and says, "I need the computer!" I say, "I'm online." She says, "I need to use it, can I go online?". I say, "No." So she starts pointing at the monitor saying, "What you're doing isn't important! You're such a bitch, you don't let anyone else use the computer!" I suppose it doesn't occur to anyone that it might be important to me. At this point my dad is already back in the other room, probably watching golf. Why does she pay $25/month for earthlink if she only uses the computer at our house? Funny thing is, she wants DSL because I have DSL (which still isn't working, and neither the phone company or AOL has followed up, but they gave me the, "don't call us, we'll call you.") So, it's 5:00 and my grandma is suppose to be here, and I still have to make potato salad, so it's time to post, I guess. posted by Jenny on 6/22/2003 04:56:00 PM |
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wSaturday, June 21, 2003 | |
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If this away message makes sense to you, maybe we can be friends: I never thought you were a fool But darling, look at you You gotta stand up straight, carry your own weight These tears are going nowhere, baby You've got to get yourself together You've got stuck in a moment and now you can't get out of it It's just too bad you have to listen to a crappy song like "Beautiful Day" to get to the good stuff on the CD. It's just a moment, this time will pass (But really, it's 4 minutes, 8 seconds...) Really, aol shouldn't put a limit on away messages, because I could do better than song lyrics. There are dissertations to be written in 500 characters or, more... Also, did you catch this picture of Strong Bad in 
this issue of EW, 
(in which Hugh Jackman looks like Jim Carrey, imo) next to this picture of Craig Bierko 
(who was in a pilot I worked on, but that's neither here nor there.) If you don't think that this strong bad email isn't the funniest one yet, I'm not sure we can be friends. Ok, maybe it doesn't have to be the funniest, but come on, jigs and lures, that's hilarious! Ok, finally, I intended to scan these, but have since decided that pictures are better! 
My final paycheck after getting laid off was for $3.09. I wasn't going to cash it (I also didn't report it on my unemployment app), but then I decided I should donate to the Tip Jar at Wil Wheaton's Soapbox (even though I've post there, uh, once). So I'm off to cash my backlog of checks... right after I upload these pictures. 
My Big, Fat, Federal Income Tax Refund. Now doesn't that sound like a better sitcom than the one CBS just cancelled? I'll pitch it next season when hopefully I'll get more than $17.00. 
I get $60 per week in unemployment 
It comes every other week, so double that... 
And you have a check for $120.00. So if you can do math in your head, that's $200.09. I'm glad I added that up here before I went to the atm! posted by Jenny on 6/21/2003 02:04:00 PM |
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wFriday, June 20, 2003 | |
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i just hooked up ye olde webcam to my parent's new computer. i downloaded the xp driver, but apparently it didn't pass the "logo test". i'm using it anyway. i'm taking pictures of things i find in the junk/computer room. mostly pictures of pictures. yes, i do have a scanner. i feel that an artist can finds thing and present them in a way that makes them art. ok, so i'm not an artist: 
coffee oreos - the best use of genetic engineering yet 
my caps capped 
my boss (the cool one) sent me a postcard from her vacation. how many people can say that? 
my grandma died and i inherited this cd. how many people inherit an unplugged cd from their grandma? (even if it is tony bennett) 
the seder plate printed in beautiful cmyk color (copyright 1953, but i've only had it since... 1981 or so.) oddly enough, the cover is printed in green and purple. 
the happy passover family. 
one of these things is not like the others, one of these things is the milkman's kid! (because there's 2 brunette parents, and 2 brunette kids, and a blonde kid with a big freaky hairbow) 
the song book portion: when israel was in egypt's land, let me people go! the episode of the fresh prince of bel-air in which will smith sings this always reminds me of the picture form this book. this free association was brought to you by jenny 
me, on the new autopia, april 26, 2003. you don't know fun until you go to disneyland dressed like a pirate 
me exiting the autopia (fantasyland or tomorrowland) in 1986 
a 3-year-old was driving the car behind me. disneyland's autopia, home of the headless driver. 
we went to hawaii in 1984 (or maybe it was early 85). i made a lei at the hilton kid's camp (eventhough we weren't staying there). my mom told me that i couldn't take it home because it would be dead, so she bought me this one in a supermarket when we were buying diapers for my sister. and i still have it. 
i found an ahirunopekkle wallet (i had to reference to spell that) 
inside was half a gelson's receipt (i later found my aun't cell phone on the back) and this dear abby clipping. when i took driver's ed in 9th grade (i started about 2 weeks after i turned 15) my grandma mad eme start carrying this with me, though i refused to sign it. it says: DEAR ABBY: I have a daughter who will be 16 next month and she can't wait to drive! Some time ago, you published a "contract" between parents and their children who will be driving for the first time... alright, let me skip to the good stuff I, _____________________________, on this day, do agree to the stipulations stated below rendering me the privilege of driving my parents' cars. If, at any time, I violate the said agreement, the driving privilege will be forfeited to the extent and degree of the violation. Should I get a traffic violation ticket, I agree to pay for the ticket as well as the difference in the insurance premium for as long as the premium is in effect. I agree to pay damages that I incur not covered by insurance. At no time will I ever drink alcoholic beverages and drive at the same time, nor will there be any liquor or beer in the car at any time. I will never transport more passengers that there are seat belts, and I will not drive the car until all passengers have buckled up. I agree not to eat or talk on the phone while driving. I will keep the car that I drive clean, inside and out, and be aware of its needs for gas, oil, etc. plus wash/wax the car once a month. The car will always have more gas in it at the end of the use than at the beginning. Signed, ( )Child ( )Parent ( )Parent yeah, right... 
that summer i messed up my knee royally and couldn't start driver's training for a long time anyway. i couldn't walk, but i guess i managed to see a lot of movies, because i found all of these ticket stubs. should i list them all? maybe i will, but i can already sense this entry is going to double in size. let me just say that in 1994 it cost $3.75 for me to see a movie. 
evil incarnate (yes, i read it) 
not as good as the original, which is not just an excuse for me to say - i saw the producers, on broadway, march 31st, 2001.
ah, one of my obsessions. plastic cups. i like blue, but costco only sells red. my mom has clearly been slacking off on the costco shopping. 
i can't believe i forgot to take this before now! the most exciting thing to happen since i got laid off: i got a trogdor sticker for my clipboard! 
this was an odd find, but i ran with it. in 6th grade i went to some creative writing camp that the school took all the gifted students (and anyone else willing to pay) to some christian camp for a week. we did exciting things like hike to some cross 6 days before christmas in lightweight southern california jackets. on the last day it was my group's turn to adopt trees. we had to pick a tree and write a damn poem to it. then we had our picture taken with the tree so everyone would know who wrote which poem when they put them on the wall during lunch. so here i am wearing a bright green shell my mom bought me and, get this, a harvard sweatshirt (with some red shirt underneath that i thought accentuated "harvard"). it was stolen out of my p.e. locker later that year. but let me tell you, no one from my school has gone to harvard in at least 12 years, though i know a girl got in to yale the year this was taken, and i think a kid got in this year, so there ya go, academic success by association, sort of. 
we also got to paint pictures. i think there was a lesson involved, but like i cared. i was pretty proud thinking i'd painted a halfway decent landscape, but then some hippy kid busted out with a full on impressionist painting in watercolors. he even said he was trying to be an impressionist, like his dad. grr, overachievers. 
ok, so the last 2 weren't so great, but i had to group like objects, and i saved the best for last... "I like camp because it's different from spending my time in a city like enviorment. Truthfully, when I first arrived here I thought that it looked rather dull. Now that has changed." (I doubt that) If you were to come to camp you might see a stream. It is not just any stream, it flows downward with out a sound. Follow the stream and find plants ans trees. They have beautiful colors. The pine trees are tall and green. Other trees are tall with white bark and gorgeous yellow and orange leaves. (I spelled that "gorgues", the only thing the teacher corrected, she missed environment) "On the trails I see Yucca, tall Yucca. Pine trees drop big, yellow pinecones and small brown ones." ( I have no idea where this paragraph came from, but i suspect the outline said to describe sight, smell and sound, in that order.) "There is a different smell in every section of the camp. In some I just smell dirt, but in others it smells fresh with no real smell. I also smell new pine and other plants and leaves." (Also, we had a skunk under out cabin, and I distinctly remember it smelling like urine, oh, everywhere else!) "As you listen it is possible to hear leaves crumpling under foot. They also fall from the trees gently floating down, then they hit the ground barly making a sound. The trees restle against the wind making a shaking sound." ( I wish I could say my writing has improved in the last 13 years, but I probably shouldn't.) "These memories will always remain vivid in my head." At the bottom of the page, I wrote barely, crossed it out, then wrote barly, and circled it. Oops. Now, didn't I tell you that was worth reading to the bottom of this entry? Ok, I didn't, sue me! posted by Jenny on 6/20/2003 01:21:00 AM |
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i signed up for this thing: but i'm too lazy to put it in my template right now... posted by Jenny on 6/17/2003 12:41:00 AM |
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wSunday, June 15, 2003 | |
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father's day is father's day, so of course my aunt who was in no way related to my father before he married my mother comes over. yesterday my neighbor decided he needed to use a leaf blower at 8:30 a.m. i think i was so tired that i slept until 10:30 this morning, because there is no way my aunt is quieter than a leaf blower. last night my parents went out (with my aunt). they tried to make tapis (sp?), but failed miserably with their fratatta (sp?). so my aunt had to come over this morning and have re-heated eggs, yum. she did bring bagels, though. last night i was supposed to buy the lox and other fixins. my mother told me to get the smallest thing of lox. as i left she screeched at me like a howler monkey "get the smallest!" i know exactly which one she's talking about, the turquoise and gold wrapper at trader joe's. oh, i guess i didn't sleep in, my dad woke me up at 9:00 because they couldn't find the lox sitting right on the fucking middle shelf of the fridge. anyway, i go downstairs at 10:30 and i get yelled at similtaneously, "that's all the lox you bought!?!" (incidentally, my mom offered me $2 to pay me back, everything cost $10.45, so i didn't take the $2, turns out, there wasn't a a 10 dollar bill offered up afterwards.) ok, so i go about making my bagel, no nasty reheated eggs, no nasty cold turkey bacon. and i eat it, even with it's one paltry strip of lox, mostly in peace. then my sister comes downstairs and my mom starts yelling at her because last night we made cookies (i wanted butter cookies, not sugar cookies, but the really yellow ones, with sprinkles.) the kitchen was so messy we had to clean most of the stuff we used, and then we ran out of places to clean more dishes because everything was out. anyway, she cleaned a little, then went out with her friends. i was going to clean more, but my parents got home early. so when my mom gets home she starts screaming saying that i took all of the pot lids out and left them on the counter (unlikely, since SHE used the pots). and she said i only cleaned 1 bowl for the stand mixer (because i only used one, the other one she left on the mixer and it got all kinds of crumbs in it, i shouldn't have to clean that). so she makes me clean the whole kitchen, which she says was clean (but wasn't). i'm taking the blade off of this (notice it weighs 25 pounds) and my finger got caught between the blade and the thing that locks it in place. it was around the other side, so i couldn't see it. i tried to twist the blade off, but it just trapped more skin. then i tried to pull my finger out, and i lifted the whole tilt head. i started yelling for her to help me. i was trying to stay calm. i was saying very clearly "my finger is stuck, help me, i can't get it out, it really hurts, my finger is stuck!" instead, my mother just stands in there and yells that i'm not cleaning fast enough! then, i had to wash all those dishes with a big chunk of skin missing on my finger, and it stung like a bitch. ok, so my mom yells at my sister and says "you don't live in this house!" my sister goes in the other room and starts making her bagel, and then when my mom tries to talk to her, she says in her almost crying voice, "you said i don't live here anymore!" so my mom and her sister (my aunt...) jump up and start trying to smooth things over... by putting me down! "oh, we didn't mean that! you're not like jenny..." apparently i'm a useless lump (ok, i knew that). also, i don't handle confrontation well, i'm anti-social, and something else i forgot. my aunt really harped on the confrontation thing. she might means that i don't blindly agree with her whereas my sister just placates to avoid an arguement. but i doubt it. later i pointed out to my sister, "how'd you like how their way of apologizing to you was to trash me?" she just shrugged and said, "so what?" gee, thanks. posted by Jenny on 6/15/2003 05:28:00 PM |
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wThursday, June 12, 2003 | |
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i called aol 3 times on monday. the first time i called about my dsl modem not working. when i first had the problem i called, and got their regular disinterest. so i waited a month, called and said, "ok, no wi've paid for a month of service you didn't give me." the first guy told me that the problem was that i wasn't using the phone cord that came with the dsl modem. i told him it was only 6 inches long. he then get a longer ethernet cord. i asked if it mattered if it wasn't the ethernet cord that came from aol. he said it didn't. then he gave me a case # in case i had to call back! wow, 8 years on aol and i've never gotten a case number before! i was so excited i filled out that customer service survey i got in my inbox. unfortunately 2 different ethernet cords and 3 different telephone cords didn't fix my dsl problem. so i called back later that afternoon. the guy was pretty nice. he stayed on the phone with me for a really really long time. through like 5 restarts. (and the usual, open control panels, click this, click this, uncheck that, click ok.) then, something like the 4th time he had me quit aol i got an error message i had never had before (probably because of a setting HE had me change). he said that the problem was with my computer. that time when we went back to the control panel, the computer froze and started making a clicking noise i'd never heard before. so instead of restarting he had me write down the detailed instructions of how to reinstall dial-up networking. he asked me if i've ever caled aol tech support before, and i said, i've been a member for 8 years, so yes. he also told me how to gid rid of everything related to the aol companion and agreed it was annoying. i think he likes the tray icon though, corporate lackey. i was reminded that they can call up all of your personal information on their computer screen, because he asked me if i was near vancouver, california, meaning he could see my address. also, at some point i mentioned i'd paid aol for a month or service i didn't get. so in the end he said i was elligible for 2 free months of service, he'd transfer me. he transfered me to sprint, so offered me a new account with a free month for switching my residential phone service and another month for switching my long distance. i didn't get a customer service survey for him, but i would have said it lowered my opinion of aol when a support tech tried to make commission off me. I followed his instructions for reinstalling dial-up networking, and surprise surprise, that didn't work. i called back later that night and talked to a guy who asked me the same questions that having case numbers are supposed to resolve: did you try reinstalling aol - yes, 4 times did you uninstall first - yes, at least 3 of the time did you try reinstalling the dsl modem - yes, twice do you know how to power cycle the modem - yes have you tried that - yes oh, and the all ask me what model modem i have... i say i don't know they ask which company. i say actiontec. they ask if it's grey or white. i say grey. they ask how many light it has. i say 4. they say ok. why not just tell me what modem i have to i can answer that question next time? ok, so finally the 3rd guy puts in an order to my phone company to check out the dsl line. he says to leave my computer on for 72 and the phone company will contact me. he says don't call aol back for 72 hours. and if i call back in 72 hours that will "escalate the situation". he then does the customary reminder to give him high marks on the customer service survey and hangs up. the saga continues this morning when i get an email saying that the phone company has fixed the problem. I try to sign on - they haven't. only now, dial-up, which was working, isn't working either. so i call aol back for help with dsl, and they guy tells me that my phone company will call me sometime in the next few days to set up an appointment to come out and look at the outlet, if i'm elligible for on site service. then i ask him about dial-up, and he says that's a separate issue (i doubt that), and says he'll transfer me. but he doesn't transfer me, he hangs up on me! so i call back, and this time i go through the menu options to dial-up. and i get a guy, who tells me it's an issue for dsl. so he transfers me. i waited on hold for 40 minutes, then i called back. when i finally reached a person at dial-up, he said it was dsl again, and hung up on me, again! so the next time i got a dial-up guy on the phone i complained about getting hung-up on 3 times before i told him what was wrong. i assured him that it really was aol, and not the phone line or the modem, because i went online using netzero without a problem (except that it's so god awful slow...) he had me go through all the stuff i'd done before, and then says i should reinstall aol. gee, like i haven't tried that 12 fucking times! so he hangs up, and i do that, and it doesn't work. i ordered a new aol disk, i'll wait until it comes to try again... posted by Jenny on 6/12/2003 05:08:00 PM |
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wFriday, June 06, 2003 | |
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el bebé ha dejado el edificio the parents basically just spent 45 minutes making sure they walked by every cubicle and waved the thing in every woman's face.  You are StrongSad. Most of the time people don't realize you're there. Even though you whine ALL THE TIME, your friends still love you. Cheer up, you look like whip cream. Yum. What HomeStarRunner Character are you? (pictures) brought to you by Quizilla posted by Jenny on 6/06/2003 01:42:00 PM |
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Someone has a baby int he office. The dad works here. I could here people gathering in a group. Then the baby started making noises. The dad is trying to get the mom to feed it. I think he just wants his wife to whip her tits out, is all. The baby's started crying now, he doesn't want that. What's so great about babies? Someone named Dave walked by and mom and dad starting saying, "Dave's here!" in baby voices. Baby turn adults in to idiots. I am now willing to admit that maybe my parents weren't total idiots before I was born. I just dumbed them down to my level. mom just said that he's 14 pounds, 18 ounces. ah, the idiot factor takes hold... (because there are 16 ounces in a pound, you idiot!) posted by Jenny on 6/06/2003 01:12:00 PM |
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wThursday, June 05, 2003 | |
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class sucked. everytime the professor mentioned nazis she talked about "killing babies". like, "the nazis decided to put jews in ghettos, and kill babies." or, "ss officers were allowed to request time off, because killing babies every day got to them." well, i can't keep going until everyone gets the point.  Which Princess Bride Character are You? this quiz was made by mysti posted by Jenny on 6/05/2003 11:11:00 PM |
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i was late to class on tuesday because i stopped to get change. turned out assholes were waiting for the meters in such ways that other people couldn't pull out of metered spaces, and such. so i ended parking in bfe and hobbling to class. anyway, i missed filling out an evaluation of the professor. too bad too, cause i was going to rip her a new one, so to speak. i never give 7s (the highest mark), because there's always room for improvement. also. no matter how much students complain about a professor all quarter, they always give all 7s. they probably think it helps their grade. i also never leave comments. but this time i was going to talk about how she blatantly makes up facts just to get the reaction she wants from the students. and about how she holds it against students for not agreeing with her opinions, which she admits go against most scholars in this field. maybe not that she can't control a classroom and lets students take over her lecture. probably not that she says things that are horribly offensive, like "all people in the kkk own really crappy used car dealerships". yeah, that one was bad. though i probably would point out that her syllabus stopped over 50 years before the catalog says the class should, and she ended 15 years short of that, because she wastes so much time. that seems important. i've had bad professors before. i mean, there are the ones from yale and columbia who say that students were more serious there. no one ever points out to them that if they were at the top of their class at those schools, they'd be teaching there, not crap university. but this professor really shouldn't be teaching anywhere. hopefully someone will discover that she's plagiarized her research, assuming she does any. well, i must go now and see if she's going to get tripped up by someone who mentions the nazi's and uses her normal out, "i'm not sure hitler ever had sex!" because that explains why women voted for him, or so i hear. posted by Jenny on 6/05/2003 12:21:00 PM |
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wWednesday, June 04, 2003 | |
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i'm sitting her at the computer looking over at one of the perpetual junk piles that we keep on this desk. i see a magazine binding that says, "august 2001". i start to think about how different magazines probably were before sept 11 (i'm sad to say that while i used to read newsweek, time and u.s. news and world report, i know only get people). so i look and it's prevention magazine. ok, so maybe not so different. but then i start to think that i would like to read some magazines from before, and some from after, when, lo and behold there's another magazine under prevention - bon appétit september 1985. i quickly lose interest in this idea. but some of the ads in it are hella funny. oh where oh where is my scanner these days? i got to my cubicle today something like 45 seconds before a fire alarm went off. i was very happy i could take the shuttle, because my foot was killing. then no sooner than i sit down, i have to walk down the stairs and out to some parking lot. then they wanted to make sure everyone knew who their floor captain was, so they could check in with them. interns aren't even on the lists. also, there were people fighting about which stairs to take. uh, the ones that lead away from the fire, duh. i hustled back in because i hadn't even signed in yet, only to find out that no one made a sign in sheet for this week. i had already noticed that my inbox was empty again, though. i found a little something to do, eventually. i got to shred checks, too. apparently production companys order lots of checks for shows. then if any information changes, like the title, the production company, show doesn't get picked up, the blank checks have to be shredded. thousands of them, which are printed in triplicate. i filled 2 giant garbage bags of shredded stuff, and i only did about 2/3 of it. someone told me that those checks cost 50-75 cents each. he said each box was probably worth $2500. mostly what i thought about was all of the trees that they killed. i wonder how many people think about the waste of money and how many think of the trees. it's not like i go very far out of my way to recycle myself or anything... the woman who had me shred the checks also has a disney annual pass. she seemed to think that shredding the stuff would take all day, but it barely took an hour. still, i pretended it took longer than it really did. instead i played a game of monopoly, then left when i decided my supervisor probably wasn't coming back. posted by Jenny on 6/04/2003 09:23:00 PM |
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wTuesday, June 03, 2003 | |
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I went to Disneyland yesterday instead of interning. My penance is that my right foot is killing me. I'm limping around, constantly switching from hobbling on my toe to my heal. Neither really feels all that great. So, it's time to put this up again: posted by Jenny on 6/03/2003 08:05:00 PM |
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i have no idea what any of this means, but my imp looks like piglet. a non-gay piglet, imagine that... posted by Jenny on 6/01/2003 01:02:00 PM |
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