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hey guys,
it's jen with your update on my life.
dave came home from alaska with special kid animal books.
snakes on a plane was ehhh, but adored by matt and dave.
i've been seeing a lot of jess breen and chris.
witches brew and all that jazz.
trying to avoid my parents as much as possible?
the more i talk to kids, the more i find out about a lot of familiar faces joining me at nassau which is relieving. at least i have someone to wave to once in awhile or even maybe have a lunch with? tuesday, september fifth, is my first class of the fall semester 2006. only statistics on tuesdays, and arabic at night but that's more of a luxury i'd say.
not so much a class as it is an amusement for the many who aren't apart of the arabic language. it's cute and funny to watch people learn something you know so well.
but who will have the last laugh when i can't read or write for the life of me?
anyway, physical education will be reintroduced into my life because of the bowling classes i'm taking this semester, but other than that i'm going to follow up on going to the gym from now on. "skinny" is so out this fall, anorexia is out too. i guess if it's "out" i have more chance of liking it. so i developed this habit of saying "anyway" to interrupt myself. that makes me kind of ashamed because i'm embarassed when people say "anyway" as a transition into another part of the conversation. fuck that. that's really terrible okay? what a giant pet peeve if i ever saw one.
so basically last night i got my nose pierced on a whim.well, it wasn't entirely whimisical though because i have had this idea for many years now ever since that show popular starring carly pope and her bad ass self. i never thought i'd grow up to be as awesome as her. i'm still not, but maybe, just maybe i've gotten at least .018 percent cooler? nah. whatever. cool is such a fucking subjective standard.
boredom really is annoying at times because i feel like i could be doing awesome things. i don't do awesome things. i waste away like the rest of the population basically. wait til school and i won't be such a wasteful human. work and work and work, what fucking anti-productivity. the world doesn't need more bad movies, more stale popcorn, more annoying sexual advances, more fake salutations, more money. we don't need coffee or fucking reduced fat banana chocolate chip coffee cake or espresso shots and lattes. we need picnics, handmade sweaters, tears, sand covered toes, singing, and handclaps.
and i don't really find absolutely anything wrong with committment at all.
i don't think that it's wrong, i don't think it pulls you down.
if you think committment drags you down then you're doing it wrong, idiots.
so what i'm trying to say is we need more pictures and captured moments.
except if you take advantage of the capturing then it's not too effective.
credit card payments leave me feeling whipped with open salted abrasions.
so my mom isn't THAT pissed off that i'm pierced; she is just using this opportunity to pretend it bothers her so that i could clean the whole house and my room. really fucking lame of her but whatever works as long as i can keep it for awhile.
so this is my most recent work. its name is l'homme avec les yeux de bleu de perforation
"the many with the piercing blue eyes"
this one is called jennifer avec un trou dans son nez (JEN WITH A HOLE IN HER NOSE)
it's jen with your update on my life.
dave came home from alaska with special kid animal books.
snakes on a plane was ehhh, but adored by matt and dave.
i've been seeing a lot of jess breen and chris.
witches brew and all that jazz.
trying to avoid my parents as much as possible?
the more i talk to kids, the more i find out about a lot of familiar faces joining me at nassau which is relieving. at least i have someone to wave to once in awhile or even maybe have a lunch with? tuesday, september fifth, is my first class of the fall semester 2006. only statistics on tuesdays, and arabic at night but that's more of a luxury i'd say.
not so much a class as it is an amusement for the many who aren't apart of the arabic language. it's cute and funny to watch people learn something you know so well.
but who will have the last laugh when i can't read or write for the life of me?
anyway, physical education will be reintroduced into my life because of the bowling classes i'm taking this semester, but other than that i'm going to follow up on going to the gym from now on. "skinny" is so out this fall, anorexia is out too. i guess if it's "out" i have more chance of liking it. so i developed this habit of saying "anyway" to interrupt myself. that makes me kind of ashamed because i'm embarassed when people say "anyway" as a transition into another part of the conversation. fuck that. that's really terrible okay? what a giant pet peeve if i ever saw one.
so basically last night i got my nose pierced on a whim.well, it wasn't entirely whimisical though because i have had this idea for many years now ever since that show popular starring carly pope and her bad ass self. i never thought i'd grow up to be as awesome as her. i'm still not, but maybe, just maybe i've gotten at least .018 percent cooler? nah. whatever. cool is such a fucking subjective standard.
boredom really is annoying at times because i feel like i could be doing awesome things. i don't do awesome things. i waste away like the rest of the population basically. wait til school and i won't be such a wasteful human. work and work and work, what fucking anti-productivity. the world doesn't need more bad movies, more stale popcorn, more annoying sexual advances, more fake salutations, more money. we don't need coffee or fucking reduced fat banana chocolate chip coffee cake or espresso shots and lattes. we need picnics, handmade sweaters, tears, sand covered toes, singing, and handclaps.
and i don't really find absolutely anything wrong with committment at all.
i don't think that it's wrong, i don't think it pulls you down.
if you think committment drags you down then you're doing it wrong, idiots.
so what i'm trying to say is we need more pictures and captured moments.
except if you take advantage of the capturing then it's not too effective.
credit card payments leave me feeling whipped with open salted abrasions.
so my mom isn't THAT pissed off that i'm pierced; she is just using this opportunity to pretend it bothers her so that i could clean the whole house and my room. really fucking lame of her but whatever works as long as i can keep it for awhile.
so this is my most recent work. its name is l'homme avec les yeux de bleu de perforation
"the many with the piercing blue eyes"
this one is called jennifer avec un trou dans son nez (JEN WITH A HOLE IN HER NOSE)