"Use the ouchless. We have bungee cords." What movie is that quote from?


Bongo-ed your bongos at 3:41 PM

In humanities class today, we discussed why the God was originally painted nude in the Sistine Chapel. And then later, the church ordered that God not be nude. I came across a site which held a contest about "making art safe" for children. I literally feel ill after looking at the artwork that had been photoshopped with clothing.

Why would anyone want to cover up art?. I don't think they understand why the originals were nude in the first place. They were never meant to be altared for censorship. The artwork is not pornography. Therefore, it doesn't need to be censored. I'm angry! Humanism?! Haven't those ill-informed parents heard of humanism?! Maybe they should educate their children rather than censoring them from the art.









These are just a couple of many examples that exist on that silly little site.


Bongo-ed your bongos at 11:51 PM

Jay Goode. I feel ill! I feel like shit. But it's not your fault. Give me your bell dammit


Bongo-ed your bongos at 1:59 PM

I changed my mind about my previous post . . . I deleted it. I would rather address another issue. If you have a problem with the world in general, a problem with depression, a problem with a relationship/friendship, a problem with your bowels - whatever! SEEK HELP!

Stop making yourself a victim and bitch about it to random people or to people whom you meant to hear your personal issues. I've been talking to the squirrel for a bit and now I'm mad. No, the squirrel didn't make me mad, but the topic[s] in questions made me angry.

I'm tired of obsessive and possessive assholes complaining about their troubles. You got a problem?! Fix it for Christ's sake! There will ALWAYS be someone HOTTER or SMARTER or FASTER or MORE TALENTED than you ever will be. Get over it. Be a real woman/man and fix your damn issues and get over yourself.

This a must . . . I must say this - If you think I'm talking about you . . . . . . . . . . . . .





THEN I AM BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, ISN'T IT?!


Bongo-ed your bongos at 5:21 PM

 

Zis is for my painting class.  I'm duplicating zis.  It's another Dali.  Go figure

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:31 PM

CARA! THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!






Bongo-ed your bongos at 11:16 PM

Dear people who live on campus:

What channel is HBO on campus? It's no longer channel 5.

Sincerely,
Concerned HBO-less student


Bongo-ed your bongos at 9:04 PM

Hung out with Cara today. I met her kitties! They're adorable! Smokey and Ozzie. Ozzie plays fetch and Smokey . . . Smokey . . . . lays there while I love on him. We went to visit Kensington and mad hot passionate mad monkey on squirrel on giraffe love. Lemme tell ya . . . it was HOT!

My dad got into a car accident today. He an old man but it was the old man's fault. The old man ran a red light and dad plowed into him. Dad is fine though. He has a sore back.

I bought 80 more dollars worth of painting supplies today: 2 canvas' and 4 painting brushes.

My Rob Dougan CDs came today!

Oh.

And Cara is an alcoholic


Bongo-ed your bongos at 9:55 PM

Change of plans. Dad didn't want me to come home because it was supposed to be bad weather. So I made arrangements . . . for nothing. However, now I have the weekend to myself! Yea for that one.

John brought me his Fifth Element and King Arthur DvD's. I don't feel the greatest . . . consumed with womanly emotions. John also bought me Cruise Ship Tycoon. I'm addicted to it!


Bongo-ed your bongos at 6:36 PM

Building meeting tonight

Community builder after building meeting

"Religions Around the World" after community builder

No one has contacted me [5 days later] to cover my rounds. Assholes. And if you're reading this, yes I mean you. Because you haven't said anything. None of you self-important people have the time to say, "No, I can't do it." You're all selfish bastards.

I can't go out of my apartment because there is a horde of males outside on their balcony across the street [not my building]. As soon as I pulled my car up to my building and cracked my door open . . . they were yelling at me. "Hey girl!" "How's it going?!" "Come up here!" Who the fuck do they think they are yelling at me from a balcony?! So, I said as nicely as possible, "Gentlemen, first off, my name is Jennifer - not girl. Secondly, if you want female company, you're gonna have to try an awful lot harder than that." And I left. They continued to ask me to come up there. Jackasses . . .

And now I sit here stuffing my face with a reese's penut butter cup. I'm hungry dammit. I could go for some key lime cheesecake right about now.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Bye for now so that I can find some real food.


Bongo-ed your bongos at 5:25 PM

I wrote an email to all of my staff 2 days ago asking if SOMEONE could cover my rounds on Sunday. Have I gotten a reply? Nope.


Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:40 PM

Classical music [orchestra] + electronic + poetry + a dash of choir = Rob Dougan. Go there and listen to his entire record. I can't stop listening. I'm addicted. Rob Dougan is my coke.

Field trip to Best Buy today! I'm takin' part of my USI refund check and buyin' me a printer/scanner combo. I'm excited. And I don't have to buy a new tv. John is going to let me borrow his new tv.


Bongo-ed your bongos at 1:08 PM

Some of us are too familiar with a certain book containing the phrase "sex god." Here's an exerprt from an article I found.

Pius Ruby, a local yoga instructor and father of a 12-year-old sixth-grade girl at Sacajawea Middle School, objected to the book's title.

The term "sex god," Ruby argued, could encourage young girls to approach older boys or men and thus lead to statutory rape.

The title's message is "misleading, degrading and harmful to the minds and possibly the safety" of girls, he said, and could lead to sexually transmitted disease or even suicide.

Crazy adults. If they would actually read the book or at least look it up on the internet, they would know that none of the books in Georgia's series have nothing to do with sex.

Live long and prosper Georgia!


Bongo-ed your bongos at 1:52 AM

"The discussion board is like class. Some of you haven't been to class at all this week," writes distance education professor. Gag me says I.

I just saw 2 residents of mine whom I don't ever recall seeing. I felt like an ass when I asked if they were new because I did have 2 new males move into my building . . . Naturally, I assumed they were the NEW ones. Not even close. In fact, they live in the apartment behind me. Double "in fact", I frequent that apartment often to ask that their music be turned down. Anyway, their fridge door won't stay closed. So, they thought to complain to me.

I had a migraine today. I couldn't make it to my painting class for fear of vomiting in class from paint smells. Which reminds me . . . I gotta email my painting prof to tell him what happened. And then I check my email and find " . . . Some of you haven't been to class at all this week."

Probably goin' home next weekend for a few days to try to help out with whatever to needs to be done in the family.


Bongo-ed your bongos at 5:00 PM

Highlight it! I can't get it to be the right color so you can see it. You scored as Punk/Rebel. Punk/Rebel 69% Loner 56% Drama nerd 44% Goth 25% Ghetto gangsta 25% Stoner 19% Prep/Jock/Cheerleader 13% Geek 6% What's Your High School Stereotype? created with QuizFarm.com

'Tis I. The Rebellious Punk!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 3:19 PM

To start off my return to the apartment, the living room lights wouldn't come on. I flipped the breaker switch . . . still no lights. It's really the outlets that don't work, rather than the lights. So, no TV. Bummer

Cleaning . . . in the cabinets, under the cabinets, under the sink . . . oh god . . . mold. under the . . . sink. pool of water . . . . under the sink. It smells. It's sour. I touched it . . . with my hands. I feel icky. and cold. Cara is here. with Perry. They're moving her in. SARAH'S NOT HERE! Yea!!!! But sadly, she will be back in approximately 24 hours. Boo!!!

Holiday break wasn't that great . . . as most of you pretty well know. But I did have a few good moments.

Luckily, I missed all of RA training. Go me with impeccable [2 C's or 1 C?] timing!

And to top off the evening, I filled out 2 work orders on our leaky sink and our lightless living room. Well, I put the wrong phone number down. I'm a spazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. And I just realized I made another minor number mistake on another form. I had to fill a guest registration form for Kensi to stay over for tonight. Yet, I said she was coming on Monday (01/10) rather than Saturday (01/08). Spaz attacks again . . .


Bongo-ed your bongos at 10:28 PM

What's the name of the realm between earth and Hell? Until someone gives me the proper name for it, I'm titling it SPOON MY EYES OUT WITH A RUSTY SPOON. This holiday vaction is from SPPON MY EYES OUT WITH A RUSTY SPOON. I feel the need to destroy something, insult people to where they cry, scream at something, anything! I have so much pent up frustration and aggression. My patience have been tried so many times while here.

The whole purpose of being here was to pick up a car that my grandpa was giving to my mom. So, she and I flew down here to spend time with Grandpa and Marge (his third wife) and then drive back home. Then it tured out that my great grandma had to have a mastectomy due to another bout of breast cancer. The surgery went fine but they did a body scan to look for more malignant spots. Sadly, they found 3 questionable areas. Since her surgery was after our scheduled departured from Florida, Mom and I pushed the date back a few days in case something went wrong.

Well, if the shit hasn't hit the fan by now, I don't know what hit because I'm going to tell you how I spent my New Year's Eve. 7 pm rolls around. Grandpa is complaining of chest pains. Mom calls for an ambulance. They do an EKG on him but get results because he some kind of abnormality that hinders their ability to determine if he had a heart attack. They take him to the hospital. Mom follows in the car. I get stay with Marge who is suffering from some form of dimentia. [sidenote on Marge: she forgets where the bathroom is, calls me "honey" because I truly believe she does not know my name, can never remember if she bathed or ate meals, has accused me of giving her liquor, occasionally doesn't remember that she's married, confused her daughter for her dead sister, assumses the identity of her dead sister.... I could go on forever] Marge's daughter comes over to the house so I won't be alone with Marge because she's very upset that her hubby (my grandpa) is going away. She thinks that she has made him mad. So, now, I have to listen to daughter slur her words and drink grandpa's beer. It wasn't a pretty picture. I felt sorry for Marge because she didn't want "that woman around because she's been drinking". So now I have officially entered SPOON MY EYES OUT WITH A RUSTY SPOON. Because her daughter isn't that reliable to be here for Marge and grandpa. So, that means mine and mom's departure will be delayed AGAIN. All I want is to go home and see my dad. To see my boyfriend. To see my cats. To see people who know me, who know how I am, who understand me. Just a couple days with them.... is all I want.

I'm at my wits end! Uncle! I'm all checkmated out! I give up.

And now here I sit.... at the dining room table in my grandpa's house.... drinking milk with chocolate cookies..... as mom chases her cookies with champagne that we opened after the ball dropped to celebrate the new year. What shit of a way to bring in the new year. How depressing to wait up all night hoping that you're family is right while you just sit..... hoping for the best and expecting the worse.... and then forget it's even new year's eve. How memorable

I truly hope everyone's holiday is good to them. Happy birthday Stacie! Love you all.

I'll see you real soon John-boy. Love you


Bongo-ed your bongos at 1:19 AM