Thursday, September 30, 2004

Witchy Woman...

I'm not a witch...not that there's anything wrong with it, but if I was, I'd be a Water Witch!

Water Witch
You are a water witch. Beautiful and intuitive, you
draw your power from the water. You can be
tranquil and terrible at one and the same time
and might be described as "moody."
You appreciate literature and may be a
poet/writer. Graceful and powerful as the water
itself, the rest of us envy your ability to
love and be loved by others.

What kind of 'witch' are you?
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It's an okay day so far. After waking up at 5:00, eating a balanced breakfast, showering, dressing, looking presentable, making a lunch and managing to get to work at 7:45, everything is going fine so far. But I'm still functioning at 37% I'm feeling really anxious, but that could be attributed to the extra cup of coffee this morning, but probably not. I'm having bad dreams about school already, so I'll do nothing but study all weekend. My mom and dad are driving to WV to see Kate on Saturday, so the whole house will be mine. I'm having a house party! With Bird and Turtle. I'm sure the turtle could do a better keg stand than me.

Against the wishes of some people, I did not ask out my crush. After years of opportunities, I took the safe route. Maybe it's for the best...I know it's not, but I'll keep telling myself this. It's been such a long time since I was happy in another person's presence. I'm not sure I've ever been completely happy when dating any of the (very few) guys from my past. After a couple of months (or weeks) I would find myself mentally trying to burn a hole in the back of their heads. This is kinda sick but absolutely true; I was trying to harness my psychic powers to do evil. That's not a sign of a healthy relationship. I can't remember doing that to Luis, but he treated me like shit from the beginning and I was basically a doormat.

Okay, enough. I need to get back to work.

Sunday, September 26, 2004


After several weeks building up to this moment I've finally moved and am somewhat settled. Hello again to the SH! I'm currently horrified to be surrounded by almost 2.5 years of accumulated possesstions crap. How the hell did I collect so much shit. I'm currently taking a break from hanging all my clothes and organizing my closet, and in a few minutes I shall try to concentrate on my accounting homework. I don't know how I'll be able to do this...I'm having a serious ADD problem right now. I can't even concentrate enough to read a magazine article! Maybe once things settle down and everything is put away, or into storage, or sent to Salvation Army will I be able to concentrate again. I'm a flake today and I don't care!

Time to get back to work... yeah right--The Wedding Singer is on!

Thursday, September 23, 2004

This explains why...

I'm not going to ask him out.

light fairy
You are a light fairy. Your wings are transparent
and whispy. You are a dreamer and a thinker.
You love books and philoshophy, but in a darker
mood you can be cold and distant. You spend a
lot of time to yourself to think and you love
arts and books. You can be a bit too shy for
your own good and this may cause people not to
like you because they can't find out who you
really are.

*~What kind of fairy are you?~* ((awesome pictures!))
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Moving Day Eve

The movers will be arriving sometime early tomorrow morning. Am I packed and ready to go? Hell no! It looks like I'll be pulling the first all-nighter since CMU. Here is my little agenda for the next 20 or so hours:

1. Bedroom
--Clear clutter
--Sheets in laundry
--Pack pillows
--Pack remaining clothes

2. Bathroom
--Remove shower curtain, leave liner
--Bath mats in laundry
--pack up all makeup, tolietries

3. Kitchen
--Do dishes, pack dishes

4. Living room
--Throw out old magazines
--pack up DVDs and videos

5. Closets
--Pack up winter coats.

I really become hyper-focused when I am under stress!

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Melancholy Jen...

I'm in a fairly depressed state. I've been living with my social anxiety disorder for as long as I can remember, and so far I've been able to cope with everything, within reason. Okay, sure I threw up in more than one speech class. Now I feel the need to do something completely un-characteristic of me. I need to ask a guy out. Out for drinks or something. If I were to do this, it would be like me asking him "Would it be alright if I threw up on your shoes?"

I can't do this. I've talked it over with Kate and Liz and they keep saying "ask him out. You'll regret it forever if you don't." Well, I'm full of regrets and I can't do a damn thing unless there are psychiatric drugs in my system. I'm too shy for this. I'll just regret everything and grow old completely alone, apart from the turtle. Why must my life be this shitty?

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Cough, cough, wheeeeezzzzeee...

I knew it would happen: I'm sick from swimming in Lake the UP...and allowing my hair to air-dry...all the while being surrounded by four dogs (Sadie, Chelsea, Cosmo and Smokey) and a cat (Shiloh)...and smoke by a camp fire. Yep, the asthma is acting up a just a tad bit.

I've got school (torts) tonight but the only thing on my mind is food. No Points left for tonight. Maybe I''ll crack open a nice can of green beans for din. Mmmmm. :P I didn't lose any weight last week, didn't gain any either. Grand Total: 10.5 lbs!!!

I've noticed lots (607) of viewers to my little blog. Who are you? Why are you visiting? Don't you have any place more interesting and/or mentally stimulating to visit? I'm just a aimless, library-dropout with a chronically pissy mood. The mood will be shitty for the next two weeks at least. Then I predict something will change, for the better, hopefully. This September has SUCKED!

Monday, September 20, 2004

Friday, September 17, 2004

tiny little VACATION!

Yay! The weekend is almost here! I'm going to St. Ignace for a little college-buddy reunion and 30th birthday party for my friend Becky! Yow! As far as I'm concerned, I'm already there, although I'm still my my chilly, grey office. Speaking of chilly, I'm planning on swimming in Lake Michigan. Sub-zero temperatures be damned!

From The New Yorker...

Issue of 2004-09-20Posted 2004-09-13
The Los Angeles Times poll said one-third of the voters surveyed said they did not know enough about Kerry to decide whether he would be a better president than Bush. —The St. Petersburg Times.
“What do you stand for? Who the hell are you? And what are you passionate about, other than holding office?” asks Frances Montrosso, 58, a house cleaner from Syracuse, N.Y. —The Los Angeles Times.
I know, I know, I know. At the last focus group, I said that I’d make up my mind by the next focus group. But how can anyone choose, given how little we know, even today, about John Kerry? Sure, I’ve read all his speeches and I’ve done an online background check, looking into his possible unclaimed property, deadbeat parents, and outstanding fines owed to the Department of Motor Vehicles. But is this enough? As a voter committed to making a responsible decision, I want to know the real John Kerry.
—We know, for instance, that John Kerry went to Yale, but did he ever meet my friend Penny, who also went there?
—Has John Kerry taken a position on whether he would rather freeze to death or burn to death?
—It’s safe to say that everyone is curious about how pants end up on the side of the highway. What light can John Kerry shed on this?
—Do you think John Kerry needs any capers? Because I bought too many, and something tells me they’re too foreign for Bush.
—O.K., forget policy. When it comes to John Kerry, we have no information about even the basics. For example, what’s his lucky number?
—We have evidence that John Kerry played bass in high school with a band called the Electras. In light of this, does he know what “In-a-gadda-da-vida” means?
—In the upcoming Presidential debates, is John Kerry willing to debate the question “Who’s your favorite Stooge—Larry, Moe, or Shemp?”?
—Is John Kerry familiar with all 57 Varieties?
—John Kerry’s height (six feet four) is public knowledge, but who knows his depth?
—Why has John Kerry remained silent on the issue of men wearing sandals with socks?
—What does John Kerry think of my proposal that there be a rating for stupid movies, called IQ-13?
—If John Kerry were offered the choice between, on the one hand, being President but looking like Jackie Mason and, on the other hand, not being President and looking like himself, which would he pick?
—Can anyone tell me what John Kerry majored in? If he majored in something impractical, like Celtic and Norse studies, his chances of getting a job would be slim, so I might be more inclined to give him a break and vote for him for President.
—Would John Kerry support an amendment to the Constitution that would guarantee monetary compensation to people in focus groups?
—While on the campaign trail, do John Kerry and John Edwards share hair products?
—I know what George Bush thinks about the environment. He’s against it. But where does John Kerry stand? I hate eating out-of-doors; does he?
—The Hokey Pokey. Is John Kerry prepared to go on record as saying that “that’s what it’s all about”?
—Let’s say John Kerry were single. How would he feel if my friend Penny asked him out on a date? How about if she did it now?
—Here is something I must be apprised of or I will not be able to pick a candidate in November: Is it faster to go down Broad Street or take the expressway to get to my polling place? I can’t decide.
—I could also do with some juicy personal details about the other people in this focus group.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Tee hee...

Anyone who knows me already has realized that I am seriously immature at times. Here is reinforcement of that notion: a few days back, in order to avoid a serious accident on Gratiot, I was forced to take Nine Mile to Woodward. As I was finally nearing my destination, I noticed a little, probably abandoned diner in either Ferndale or Hazel Park. In the front window of the place, in white paint written in foot-tall letters was "poop." Definitely understated; someone was in the "less-is-more" mindset, and it totally cracked me up. It made my night!

To top it all off, I returned back to my place via the same route just to see the poop again.

Monday, September 13, 2004


The semester starts in 3.5 hours. It's probably not a great idea to be learning whilst hungry or tired. I'll probably wake up just as the class is wrapping up...or on the way home.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

100 Things all about me (1-10)

I got this idea from another blog whilst I was looking around. Sounds like a good way to get the creative juices flowing. I'll do ten items at a time.

1. My confirmation name is Cecilia, the patron saint of musicians.
2. Some people claim that my toes are shorter than average.
3. Favorite 31 Flavors ice cream flavor--Baseball Nut and Oreo Cookie (tie.)
4. I love bacon and will probably never tire of it.
5. Favorite holiday-Thanksgiving.
6. Favorite brand of running shoes--Asics.
7. I cried like a baby at the end of the movie "Love Story" and the book.
8. I prefer watching British television. It's 100x smarter than American TV.
9. I consider profanity an artform, as does my sister.
10. I really would like to visit Istanbul and especially see the Hagia Sofia.

Friday, September 10, 2004

What on the agenda for tonight?

Okay, this might be the world's most boring blog post, but I really don't care. I hate moving. I hate packing. I wish I had some friends to help me out, but alas, I am alone. Tonight I shall be removing and packing all the nice, personality pieces from the apartment. This includes the wonderful black panther TV lamp, the "Deer Heaven" lamp, knick-knacks, and anything else that might proove to be a distraction to me within the next few weeks. Pretty soon, my apartment will be almost as boring as those belonging to my neighbors. They are incredibly dull spinster ladies who have lived in the complex for the past several years, and they have absolutely no stuff. Maybe a couch, a few chairs, but on the whole, nothing even remotely enjoyable or interesting. Granted, they are at least 25 years older than me, but if growing old means becoming incredibly dull, count me out. I'd prefer to go out with a bang. One of the ladies in my complex has her entire Beanie Baby collection on display in her front window. Ugh. They are each sealed it's own little Plexiglas box. One would think that if one took all the time and effort to protect the toys from dust and pollution in the environment, one wouldn't have them displayed in DIRECT SUNLIGHT!!!!!

Okay, I'm a bitch today, but please, I have so much material to work with here!

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Yep. It's official. I'm a geek.

speak and spell
You're a Speak & Spell!! You nerd, you. Just
because you were disguised as a toy doesn't
mean you weren't educational, you sneaky

What childhood toy from the 80s are you?
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I can't believe I just registered for yet another damn accounting class. I've had accounting in high school, college, and again now for this degree. I should be able to test out of it, that is, if I cared about studying 5+ years ago when I was fooling myself into becoming a business major. I remember with horror the term "post closing trial balance" from high school, can't quite remember what it means, though. As far as accounting and paralegal studies, I was told by some of my buds here that a basic knowledge of fractions and decimals is all one really needs. Maybe this will be an easy A? That would be really nice, for a change. I'm also enrolling in "Substantive Law: Torts"--intimidating, hmmm?

This damn move is wearing me out. I arrive back to my place every day, pack a bit, have a beer or something else taking up room in the refrigerator, and fall dead asleep. This is no way to live! I already have fairly certain plans for the weekend: packing, indulging in food taking up freezer space, and frequent "Blackadder" breaks. I recall watching a few episodes in college, but I shall absorb most of the series within the next few weeks.

I'll also be spending my time making trips to the Salvation Army down the street. I really must part with some of my surplus shit. I'm going to miss a few bits of furniture, but in the long run, someday I'll be able to afford real, quality, not-assembled-by-me furniture!

Alas, I must return to work. I really need a vacation. The next work holiday is Thanksgiving! Yow!

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Too strange to pass up...

I was definitely born in the wrong generation and country, comedy-wise. How does "The Young Ones" get funnier with each viewing?

"Hey kids, stop snogging and pay attention to me, 'cos if you're a wild-eyed loner standing at the gates of oblivion, then hitch a ride with us because we're on the last freedom moped out of nowhere city and we haven't even told our parents what time we'll be back. So put on your dancing trousers and get down to the total and utter king of rock and roll, Cliff Richard."

What a turd!

It's been almost a year since Luis decided to rid his life of me via email (after which I felt as if 180 pounds of fat had been lifted from my shoulders, not to mention from the passenger seat of my car; no driver's license--what a lump!) He rarely enters into my thoughts, except for when I find one of his resumes under the printer, or when I think of how to describe the ceremonial Chinese robe he left in my car when I place it on eBay. Well, as I was packing up all my belongings last night for the big move, I discovered that he stole my black Prada stocking cap! It's a women's hat for pete's sake!!!

Now that I'm on the subject, I feel like ranting. I bought him a Hebrew Detroit Tiger's baseball cap for his birthday. The embroidery started to fray, he complained, I ordered a replacement, he dumped me via email ("lets be friends, I want to see other people") Argh!!!, then the hat arrived, now it's sitting on the shelf in my closet. I'm going to put in on eBay as well. He never bought me a Hanukkah gift, or a Christmas gift or even a birthday gift, AND HE HAD "DATED" ME FOR OVER TWO YEARS!!!!! How could I have been soooo stupid and so wasteful of time!?!?!? Like I'm going to get ages 24-26 back? Not bloody likely. And to top it all off, he still owes me a few hundred dollars in bail money!!!!!

And now for something completely different...

I had another revelation this past weekend. I really need to start getting my ideas on paper and SOON! I need to move somewhere really happening, culturally speaking. New York or London. I need the dirt, grime, population density and the life! I need museums, plays, and avant garde productions! I feel as if my life is at a standstill. I'll finish the paralegal degree while writing in my more-than-ample spare time. Then things will begin to happen...but they won't start unless I do!

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Food Guilt

Last night I was all set for a nice, balanced dinner of leftovers when I was hit by an uncontrollable craving: Taco Bell. Evil, sinister Taco Bell with their hard tacos, greasy, yet oh so tasty seasoned beef, and what I needed most of all in my life (at least at 6:00 last night)--nacho cheese. After finishing my taco and Nachos Bell Grande (sans tomato and sour cream) I felt extremely guilty. Of course I didn't go anything like throw it up (nacho chips on the esophagus--ouch!) but now I'm trying to figure out how to work it in my diet plan. One idea is not eating anything else today, but that isn't an attractive option.