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Name: Jenn
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: San Jose
Birthday: 9/30/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: being a good kid. as long as it's convenient...non-creepy peopleways to turn everyday food items into a vaginamom jokesand inventive ways to push the girls up and out.
Expertise: food... in my belly. how to make a kickass meal in 10 minutes or less. or a better one in 30. how to service your mom. double jointed... elbows! and a long tongue.
Occupation: restaurant and bar slave.
Industry: kiss asses and drunks
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AIM:  happyjen85
Member Since:
7/23/2002
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| do not speak ill of the deadmy facebook is blowing up with status updates about how people are crying while watching the michael jackson tribute. while annoying to read 50 statuses in a row saying the same thing, if it's genuine, then right on.
personally, i believe that death is the best thing to happen to celebrities... just look at princess di, kurt cobain, heath ledger. they all died around their peaks, and we'll forever remember them at their best. they didn't really give themselves time to ruin their careers with a aging, or a long string of music/film flops.
MJ, on the other hand, had plenty of time to wreak havoc on his career. i'm not sure if any of the allegations were true, but he should have known after the first, that to avoid more, he'd have to change how he lived his life. obviously, he didn't. maybe he didn't care, or maybe the allegations were true and he couldn't stop. there's no way for any of us to know for absolute sure. even if the allegations never existed, his obsession with appearances and plastic surgery was sick. if anyone else had the same obsession, and looked the same way he did, we would say the same about them.
but now, all is forgiven, and he's an icon again. i'm fine with having a tribute to a fantastic musical artist, and dancer... and his influence on fashion and pop culture. i do love MJ songs. i disagree with the stance everyone is taking on michael jackson, though.
let me copy paste some facebook statuses for y'all
#1: "We
don't have to reconcile the Michael Jackson we love with another
Michael Jackson. In a way, he has returned to pristine condition in
death. We can be free now for the rest of our lives to love the Michael
Jackson we used to love." John Mayer
while i'm sure it's much easier to quote john mayer, whose demeanor and opinions have proven to be well respected <cue sarcasm>, i hate the notion that after death, all of our sins and shortcomings are forgotten. an asshole is still an asshole after being dragged by a truck on his skateboard, losing his balance, and splitting his brain in half on the pavement. (this was actually a guy i knew my freshman year in the dorms. and yes, everyone had great things to say about him, even though the year i knew him, i couldn't find one good quality about him).
#2: "fuck
all the haters who tortured him with their hateful words while he was
alive. "not just the king of pop...the greatest entertainer that EVER
lived." RIP michael ♥"
wow, so hater tortured him with hateful words. it's their fault? i think he did it to himself. not only are you going to excuse him for his bad behavior, but you're going to blame his categorization within the freak organization on EVERYONE ELSE? please.
i can feel hate comments brewing. sigh.
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| hi all.so it's officially been a week since i've left hawaii. what have i been
doing? 2 days (and counting) of job hunting/useless application
filling, 2 nights of drunken "fun", a few days of bummin, and one emo
day. hooray for the occasional emo day.
here are my thoughts...
restaurants aren't hiring. in fact, 3/4 of the restaurants i've
inquired about employment in don't even carry applications anymore.
zing!
i miss the ocean. not the crazy "big beach" waves and big breaks, but
the calm, relaxing, float and enjoy the waves ocean. and santa cruz is
not an option... the water's always freezing.
my pictures aren't uploaded yet. i'm lazy.
i've realized that during my emo day, i shoulda written a song or two,
instead of wasting it in bed, and listening to other peoples' music.
too bad. this is all i came up with:
"does the breeze crave the sea?
a separate entity
but the waves show the chance
that the two still can dance"
not so bueno, but whatev. don't care.
i'm hitting up the MATEO show at the roxy this saturday! WHEE so
excited! bought the tickets already, and everything! best $10 (plus 44
cent processing fee) i've ever spent! ...i hope.
the
timing of my fortune cookie... terrible! hehe. jk. i'm back on the upswing.
that's all. kthxbye | | |
| seeing the sun rise 7 days in a row.if you've been reading my blog even semi-devoutly, you already know that i have an obsession with the night sky. no, not so much the stars or the moon, though i have been awestruck by them on occasion. rather, i'm mesmerized by the varied color, tone and brightness the deep blue sky brings. that particular color/tone/brightness is specific to that particular night, and if i don't look up and stare, i'll go for the rest of my life without seeing the sky the way it is that evening.
now, if you just read that and think i'm a nutcase, you're probably right. i don't care. and no, i'm not trying to appeal to those who love deep, poetry writing artsy fartsy girls... trust me, that's not me. i just want you to notice the night sky, and realize that nowhere else in your life will you see that particular color.
if you're now going to ask me where my pictures are, you should know me better. the camera (or mine, at least) would never be able to capture the glowing vibrance.
moving on,
being that it's summer break for me, and that my friends love to laze all day and stay up all night, i've been watching the sun rise before bed for the past week. i think i've always preferred the sunrise to sunset. i think it's the mood it brings. the sunset is ripe with warm colors, finishing with a calming and soothing, while starting with a dramatic bang. the sunrise is filled with the same amount of emotion, but much calmer. the soundtrack of the sunrise starts with chimes, is joined with the soft and sustain pedal of a grand piano, and finishes with the sultry drag of the cello bow. no clashing symbols, like in the sunset, and no switch from major to minor.
ok, so that was a wee bit artsy fartsy poetic. i'm not perfect, you know...
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| procrastin-asian EDITi find it quite exciting to procrastinate. it just feels naughty to put things off til later. considering i don't do drugs and or have one night stands, i'd say it's a pretty safe way to live on the edge, don't you?
the problem comes when i don't have time to get it done... obviously. well, that's not really a problem either, because i go to a state school, where the professors are way lax, and hand out extensions like my planned parenthood hands out estrogen... you know... in the form of... pills... nevermind.
i always want someone to give me a reason not to procrastinate... like a professor that says "no, your paper was not turned in today. you FAIL(and quite literally, in this case)". anyway, that never really happens. it's more like "yeah just give it to me in the next 2 weeks. i probably won't be done grading these til then anyway!" harhar. fuck you, professors. you are only helping me propagate my bad study habits.
maybe i can get it from my parents, then. how about a "don't you think you should take summer and winter courses so you can graduate in fall instead of spring?? don't you think 7 years is enough time to be in college for your undergrad??" nope. they are cheekily supportive.
so i want you tell me to suck it up and do it.
"JENN, STOP FUCKING UP SO SOMEONE WILL YELL AT YOU. IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, SO JUST DO IT."
please and thank you.
UPDATE: it's now 12:45am friday, june 19th. my flight leaves at 9:10am, and i haven't finished doing the laundry that i'm packing. actually, i haven't even started it. i also haven't started packing my liquids into those pesky 3oz containers. instead, i'm playing scrabble on facebook. sigh.
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| Debbie Downerthere is one quality about me that every single one of my friends can't stand:
i'm a corrector.
yup, that's right. i don't know why i still do it, even after realizing everyone hates it. maybe it's because i like being corrected. logically, it makes sense... if nobody corrects me, i'll still think i'm right, even though i'm not. i'd like to think most people who know the person is wrong don't correct because it's somewhat rude, but are they SOO morally right? if something says something foolish and those who know better don't correct them, they are possibly doing two things: 1. propagating this lameperson's notion that this foolishness is indeed correct, and/or 2. secretly thinking this person is a fool.
how is that morally right? I'M the person who's taking the hit socially in order for the other person to better themselves. i should be given a medal.
totally kidding, of course.
sorry if i correct you. it's not that i think i'm better than you. i just have more balls to tell you than other people. tell me i'm a bitch. i can take it.
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