Tonight was alright. The ONLY good thing about tonight was that I saw Jeni and Nicole in a musical called "Anything Goes". It was awesome. I knew nothing about the production. I only knew that my girls were in it . . . and I wanted to watch it! Bravo!!!

And then the evening turned to crap after that. I felt like I was reminded of who actually feeds me. I don't need to be reminded, thank you. It bothers me that I can't afford to feed my belly, thank you. I don't need it thrown in my face, thank you . . . and you can't figure out why I'm irritated.

I'm mad dammit!

And fucking hungry because pride took over.

And now I have nothing to do. For once, in a realllllllllll long time . . . I'm bored out of my mind. I don't want to watch tv. I don't want to read. I don't wan to paint. All I want to do is play WoW . . . but I can't. I am without at the moment. Think I'll go to bed now.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 11:57 PM

Please tell me the difference between "very liberal" and Libertarian. I'm awfully confused. Someone, anyone! please enlighten the political unsavvy . . . I for one . . . am political unsavvy. I'm not proud of it, but dammit . . . at least I can admit it.

For those of you who had auditions today, good luck. I know Kay did . . . I don't know if anyone else did though. Eeeeee, for some reason I feel I should know these things.

10 official days till moving day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Update on the family: I'm pretty sure all of my Grandpa's are out of the hospital. Mama is going to Florida to help one Grandpa while the other Grandpa is left to the "medical unsavvy" people . . . a.k.a my dad's family. I'm pregnant - about 2 weeks. The pregancy seems to be fine *so far*. Give it a while before I regret it not taking Plan B. I officially have one father now . . . in my heart. Some of you know what I'm talking about. If you don't know and want to know what the hell I'm talking about, just email, call, ask . . . whatever. For the meantime, I have my closure - for now.

10 offical days till moving day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My paintings are coming along swimmingly . . . a bit slow, but just fine. Jewelery is kickin' ass. I'm on a roll in that class.

Oh, and I'm not pregnant. I was just keeping all of you on your toes. Hope I made some of your hearts jump a bit. HA! I'm hysterical! I crack my shit up . . .

Moving on. I have loads of crap in my room because of this move to the new apartment. I lost my jewelery artbox in here. No worries! I found it though. Nice little warm and fuzzy update, isn't this? Well, minus the pregnant joke, eh?

Again, tell me the difference between Libertarian and "very liberal" NOW!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 7:05 PM

Cara, you've already heard my song . . . but Kay, you obviously . . . have . . . NOT. So here it is - in the tune "Hust Little Baby" [the nursery rhyme]

Hush little Gordy don't you pout.
Libbers gonna get you a great big trout.
If that trout don't taste like fish,
Libbers gonna get you a silver dish.
If that silver dish don't shine,
Libbers gonna get you a stuffed swine.
If that stuffed swine don't oink
Libbers gonna get you a sex kitten to boink.

The End

I wrote it in honor of Gordy. Like? Jas wasn't too sure toward the end . . . . . . I'm just not a literary person, Jas. Stop judging me!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:27 AM

My life is a series of hallways with many, many, many doors. There is a constant breeze flowing through...... closing some doors....... opening other doors. And the wind keeps blowing certain doors ajar. Find the source of the wind that opens the certain doors ajar and snuff it out!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:47 AM

It must be in the air.... Nostalgia.... It's a killer.... particularly when you're thinking of times that you're wanting to forget. Just laying on the bed, listening to some music and he invades into my thoughts. Thank my giddy-aunt the phone rang and my thoughts were interupted.

But then there are times I don't know how I could forget. Botter messaged me saying that she couldn't believe it's been 4 years since our awesome junior year in high school. She and I gawked with admiration at our eye candy of the moment. Those were the days when we would drive passed said candy's homes to see if they were home. Whether they were home or not, we never did anything. We were just keeping "surveilence" [sp?] on the them. Silly little girls....

Bongo-ed your bongos at 9:45 PM

2 weeks till showtime and I'm in a fucking block. PAINTINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They'll be the death of me. I have 1 finish, 2 halfway, 1 drawn out, and 2 . . . . well 2 canvases . . . . I have no fucking clue what I'm going to paint. I'm at a fucking block!

::smacking head::

::curses self::

I don't know what to paint. It all has to have meaning. Why does it HAVE to have meaning?! Why can't it be non-thought provoking?! Just look at it for it's simplicity or it's beauty. Why must it be analyzed until you forget what you're even looking at?

This is why I don't want to be a fucking painter! Sure, I enjoy it but you art critics out there are sucking the life out of art. I don't want my art to make you think . . . . I want my art to be soft, pleasing, calming, and relaxing dammit!

I just can't concentrate with all these distractions. The fucking tv is on. I can hear giggling from the living room. STOP IT before I take away your existence!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:23 AM

Some little fecker has hit my car! No? Yes! My car's left rearend . . . . poor thing. A hit-n-run? Yes! How do I know? Good question. The paint is crack and there's rubber marks on the side. Apparently, the dumb feck hit my sweet Eva and made the bumper buckle in and then the buckle popped out. Bastards! How dare you hit a pink car!

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:50 PM

Let me share an email I received from my supervisor [sp?]. Here goes:

Jennifer,
There is a bumper on the other side of your building right behind your apartment, in the bushes. It belongs to the guy that drives the black jeep like mine. Tell him he needs to do something with it, or it will be put in the dumpster. If it is not gone by Friday, please throw it away. Thanks!

My reply if I were a disrespectful adult would be:

To my dearest Matt,
Um, no. I am not a member of the trash collection agency. K? Thankies!

Love, love your favorite RA in the entire world,
Jen-Jen

P.S. Eat my shorts

Hmmmmmm, can I get that in a singging telegram format? The End. That's the end of my schpeel. Congrats to all my good friends cast in the "Little Shop of Horrors". I wish I could be there tonight for opening night but, instead, I'm working another mundane desk shift. Break a leg!

To any of my residents who own a jeep minus a bumper or are friends with him, pick the damn bumper up. If you're going to hide it in the bushes, at least do better at hiding. Can't you put it in a tree or something? Or the roof of our apartment building? Ooooooooo, or on Matt's walkway? That'd me nice.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 5:18 PM

Go HERE to look at old faces . . . . Fortuneately for me, there aren't any bad old faces that upchuck the not-so-good memories. Look me up and add me you silly geese. You'll know what I'm talkin' about once you get there.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 3:27 AM

Audrey Raber! I wish you had a journal where I could leave comments. I want to leave comments and let you know that I read . . . even though you don't update often.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:35 AM

I was accused of being a cool RA. HEY! Take that back! I didn't break up a party . . . in MY building . . . merely tamed the party down. Beer all over the place. People all over the place. And what did little Libbers do [that would be me]? She herded everyone back into the apartment and told them to keep themselves and their cheap booze in the apartment. Oh, and kindled demanded that they use black trash bags . . . duh . . . the white ones can be seen through.

Want to hear my shopping list? It's a sexy one. I promise ::bat bat:: go the eyes ::bat bat ::

black t-shirt [to be ripped and slut-i-fied]
black lace boy shorts [to be slut-i-fied]
black garter [slut-i-fied enough]
colored pasties [to be slut-i-fied]
5" stilletos [slut-i-fied enough]

You're probably wondering to yourself, "Self? Why would my ________ [fill in the blank with the following: daughter, girlfriend, or friend] buy such things?" Well, lets just say Jeni and I will be doin' our thang.

Bongo-ed your bongos at 2:15 AM

Have I got something for you?! I have always liked to think that I was "in the know" of sexual education. Well ladies and gentlemen, have I got one for you . . . I had no idea what an i.u.d was until seconds ago.

The IUD is a small, T-shaped piece of flexible plastic that fits inside a woman's uterus to prevent pregnancy. There are 2 types of IUD's: copper and progestin (a hormone found in birth control pills). The copper IUD lasts 10 years and the progestin IUD lasts 5 years. IUDs work mainly by preventing fertilization, and interfering with the sperm's ability to reach the egg.

If you didn't know about this, please go here for more info. I was floored when I read it. Now you're probably wondering, "Why is she looking at birth control?" you little nosey-neds and nancys . . . I'm working front desk right now and I saw this yellow folder that said, THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW. So I naturally opened it because I'm guilty for being a nosey-nancy. And there was all of this info on birth control! Oh-my-giddy-aunt! Behold IUD!!!!!

For you little sex pervies out there . . . . . . . .

Bongo-ed your bongos at 10:53 PM