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(no subject) [Jan. 28th, 2004|05:38 pm]
I hate this weather so much. It hurts to move my joints and there's really no place to get warm and I have to plug my car in every night and I've been skipping classes outside of the humanities/HUB/Tory/business complex on account of not wanting to go outside and I'm coming down with a cold and I have the -42 degrees winter blues!!

On the upside, the one attractive boy in my C LIT class has multiplied into several attractive boys in my C LIT class. Who knew that Canadian Literature had such a turnout?? It's that Margaret Lawrence, she's quite the sexpot.

Shad and Jenni's anniversary turned out to be kinda lame-o, on account of my crappy shift taking at the Y. Not to worry, we're planning "Jenni and Shad's Amazingly Swanky Anniversary Celebration: Take Two" for the next payday. It's not like we actually know the day we met anyways... (P.S. Shad, I'm thinking... huge party... instead of day out. It's decided. YOU'RE ALL INVITED!!)

Uh... I can't think of very many good things to say. I feel like writing something (for once) and there's not really a lot to write. Maybe I should just go actually do homework...
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Well, a lot of the questions had several fitting answers but... [Jan. 21st, 2004|05:35 pm]
You're an Indie Pop Kid. You like songs about
relationships and the prettiness of nature.
You're sentimental, but not certainly not emo.
Oh, and if you aren't an English Major, you
should be.

You Know Yer Indie. Let's Sub-Categorize.
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(no subject) [Jan. 19th, 2004|11:46 pm]
Today was a nice day.

My reading quiz was different than I thought it would be, but the question was way better. How are the ideas of religion and sexuality represented in "A Season in the Life of Emmanual"? How are they represented as similar to each other? or something like that. I could have almost written an essay, but we only had ten minutes. There's a really cute boy in my class, who makes very intelligent observations on the works in study. He fits the "type" that I was thinking maybe I would move away from, but it's ok. I'll most likely never talk to him.

Jess, Andy and I are moving to Peace River (Cold Lake? I don't know.) They give away massive bursuries and free schooling and garunteed jobs post-schooling and Jessica has all of the kitchen and bathroom accessories that we would need in a hope chest. And Andy can cook. It all works for me. I need to go somewhere. Even if it's garunteed to be worse than Edmonton.

I saw Mrs. Babb and had a nice chat with her. I also saw Melissa and Steve-o at Second Cup and Melissa and I planned our Creative Movement class. We're so on-the-ball this term. She's really happy, which makes me really happy. Even though he likes Default, ha ha.

And then I came home to find out that The O.C. was on early, and I had missed it!! But my mom taped it. (Whew... cloooooooooose callllll... I mean, uh, I don't like that show. Uh...) And I had a lot of phone conversations for one short night. With Virginia, and Skyanne, and Melissa. (Can't get enough of that girl, it seems.)

Tomorrow, I work for six and a half hours. I hate retail work so much. If all the shifts that needed to be subbed for get subbed for by me, I'm going to be working every day this week, except for one. At least it's some (not a lot of) money.
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So, I thought I'd join the army. My dad said, "Son, you're fucking high." [Jan. 18th, 2004|05:59 pm]
[mood |sickheadached]
[music |Army - Ben Folds]

Yes, it's been a while. I don't even want to recap the past two or however-many monthes. They weren't great. They weren't bad either. They're more a blur right now than they are anything else. But I do feel like starting to write again. Maybe. For now. Meh.


Going home early from work is one of the greatest things in the world. I'm going to start asking my manager to scheduale my shifts several hours later than she actually intends on having me stay so that they can tell me to leave early every shift. Which will look great since I tend to work closing shifts on the weekdays and would, therefore, be officially required to stay until about midnight every night.

I'm enjoying the boyfriendless life right now. However, chances are I will continue to remain unattatched far after the novelty of single life has worn off. It seems like everyone's hooking up right now. Preparing for the spring horniness perhaps. I don't know. I have horrible theories. (Not as bad as Britney Spears getting married to have sex though...)

I recieved another email today. It caught me completely off guard. This one's of a more personal nature. I don't know what to say. I wish things were more complicated to me. I wish I had more of a reason or explanation or a problem. "Just because"'s are sometimes the worst things.
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(no subject) [Dec. 20th, 2003|02:49 pm]
I haven't updated in almost forever. I know. Things have been...

I'm so sick. Sick enough to contemplate ripping my lungs out through my throat. It just gets worse and worse. I never used to cough at all. Ever. I'm getting old. One day soon I'm going to wake up and realize that I've wasted my life. Coughed it away, probably, or maybe just slept through it all.

It's stress and karma, I'm thinking. I'm beginning to wonder if maybe there is something to this wholistic health after all. I'll have to ask Virginia about it tomorrow.

I really can't bring myself to write a whole lot. The idea of livejournal isn't really doing it for me lately.

I may not write for a long long time. Who knows.
I haven't forgotten though.
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(no subject) [Nov. 30th, 2003|10:35 pm]
I had a nice weekend.

On Friday, me and Tara stayed home and ordered pizza and watched "Jackass" and "Rocky Horror Picture Show". I'm all about screwed up musicals with crappy plots coated over with rockin' good tunes. It was a fun night, even if my parents yelled at me the next morning for renting 18A movies for my sixteen year old sister!!! Seriously, I know she's the baby, but she really doesn't need to live in a box. I know I certainly didn't.

On Saturday I worked and worked alllll day and came home, exhausted, at 9:30 and ready to sleep, but somehow found myself over at Chris and Wendy's until two in the morning. I missed them. Nothing's changed, really, and I love that. It was a fun night.

Tonight I went to my work Christmas party. It was a lot of fun. I really like all those girls, despite being the complete oddball out of all of them. Sometimes I just don't know what to say... I gave Virginia a ride and we talked about that, she feels that way too sometimes. I really like Virginia. We had a really good talk on the way home.

Now for the crappy part of the weekend. This freaking midpoint evaluation, due tomorrow, that I'm just starting now (I'm a genius) and am completely not working on, regardless of the fact that it'll probably keep me up half the night. I wish there was motivation medication. Anyone up for inventing some?? You'd make millions, but the only people that the idea would occur to wouldn't have the motivation to go through with it anyways. Ah, C'est la vie...
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(no subject) [Nov. 26th, 2003|06:27 pm]
I finally got off my ass to cook something today, cause I haven't really cooked in a million years, and I love cooking, and I need to start eating healthier, but now my finger smells like freakin' garlic! GAH! Gross, but so good, and I can't stop smelling it...

It was good though. My mom just came in and told me that she'd become a vegetarian if I cooked like that for her everyday. And then started on a list of foods that I haven't made in a long time that she and my aunties really like. Not a hint at all, hey mom?

I don't want to do any work at all, I just want to be lazy. Maybe I'll call someone to go for tea. Hmm...

I still have to call Melissa and Wendy. I've had it written in my agenda for two days now, and I keep putting it off because conversation seems to take too much energy.

Call Melissa and Wendy, you knob!

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I can't breathe [Nov. 24th, 2003|10:22 pm]
[mood |weirdstrange]

I got a letter from Wendy today!!!

I've been meaning to call her for, like, three monthes now. The baby's gotta be, like, ten or something {or almost a year... whatever...} and everytime I think of it I'm somewhere else or going somewhere else in my car.

...But she sent me an invitation to some Discovery Toys thing... to figure out what my child's learning style is. I always kinda figured that little Johnny was kinesthetic, like four out of his possible six fathers are, but there's no harm in reconfirming that, now is there? Either way, now I have a reason that I have to call Wendy (and Chris) back for sure. Exciting.

Aside from my small group of very, very close friends, I've been feeling like there's no one lately. I'm not sure why. I've been spending way way way more time to myself than usual, doing God knows what. Dicking around, mostly, convincing myself that I'm becoming "self-aware" by reading memoirs of manic depressive thirty somethings and watching the cooking channel... but I'm not so sure about that. I'm saving money from not going out and spending most of it on clothes and c.d.'s instead. One things for sure, I'm not getting anymore productive work done, and I'm now often bored as well. Shitty. I miss getting to know people who I don't yet know very well.

Today was a very stressful school day. I hate second guessing myself. I hate confrontations. I hate rude little teeny boppers. Phew... hopefully this week will go quicker. Possibly, because we only have four school days (Friday's a p.d. day, napping, just like at the university...) but possibly not, Brandon signed me up to be part of their basketball team. He claims I'm the coach, but I'm not too sure about that.

Something's been feeling funny lately. I can't put my finger on it. Something. Something. Something not good. I hope it goes away. Soon.

It's like a shortness of breath. It makes me feel like some stereotypical emogirl or something. Being unnerved just for the sake of being unnerved. .maybe.i'll.start.writing.entries.like.this.soon. Most likely not.

Someone from the university's coming in to observe me tomorrow. Perfect timing. Just after I've had the rug pulled out from under my feet for the first time. I feel so unconfident.

I feel like being some sort of all out, jump for joy success. Seriously, who does that ever happen to?
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You don't need no money with a face like that do ya? [Nov. 23rd, 2003|10:50 pm]
[mood |drainedfull and tired...]

I never know how to start and end these silly journal entries?? Somehow the "Dear Diary" and "Love Jenni" brackets seem extremely cliche to me. Maybe because they are!! Yeah, that's probably it.

Yesterday was quite fun. Metric was amazing. Hot Hot Heat were really good too, except for all the rude people there. Whatever...

The best part was going with Jenn and Melissa. We don't have enough times with just the three of us anymore. It's sad, but it makes the few we do have great. We saw a lot of people there though, so it wasn't really just the three of us. It was nice to see a band and sing along to all their songs because I knew all the words, even if they didn't play any of the songs with their old singer. Meh. It was good times.

We got a new group of stuff in at work and it's seriously the nicest set of clothes that I have ever seen. I bought one shirt already... and there's so much more that I want. I was calculating in my head and, and the very minimum, it comes out to, like, three hundred dollars. Oh heck. There's no way I'll ever be able to swing that. Especially with the lack of hours that I've been working and with Christmas coming up. I say screw Christmas presents. No one's getting a present from me this year, but you can all contribute to the Jenni Christmas charity if you'd like. And you'd all certainly like...

I think I need to get more sleep. And stop eating dinner a half hour before I go to sleep. I'm so full. Full and tired.
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(no subject) [Nov. 21st, 2003|04:26 pm]
Holy frick.

I have so much work this weekend. And no time to do it. And, if it's not done, it's not like I can just hover away to the back of the class, and it's not like it will only affect me. I can do it though, I'll just have to completely change the nature of the way I work!! But that's fine.

I'm freakin' starving. I'm supposed to pick up SkyAnne at 5:30 and meet Mel at 6 and we'll meet Marilyn at 8:00 and THEN we get to go eat. I think I'm going to die first. I have to find some food. In my house. Hmm... right now it's pretty unlikely.

One more day...
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