Jennifer :)

current thoughts.

2006-06-04T13:07:00.000-04:00

i miss this boy.

it must be so frustrating for musicians who are actually talented to see that the pussycat dolls made it into the top 50 album sales for some time now. this completely devalues the importance.

holding onto things to aviod further pain actually causes more pain in the long run. i am such a masocist.

why in the world would i want to page your cell phone when i just got your voicemail? clearly you don't have your phone near you or you chose not to respond, paging is unnecessary.

scientology is made up. deal with it.

i miss college.

someday we will all be ok. or float on. one of the two.

skinny stick figure with no soul...

2006-05-11T00:05:00.000-04:00

so i don't know how much you watch sex and the city but there is an
episode when carrie goes to this event hoping to see big's wife
natasha. well natasha doesn't come but sends out apologies to everyone
about not being there. in the letter she says "sorry i wasn't their."
and carrie thinks this is really funny....well today while looking at
un-named idiot's facebook (because i am a stalker let's just admit
that) she has a quote that says "yeah, their D's" well unless someone
had a pile of wooden D's laying around and someone else wanted to
point out who owned those D's then she too is an idiot...i am going
with the idiot suspicion. i am guessing someone was talking about
their breast therefore requiring a THEY'RE...the conjunction of THEY
ARE. just guessing on that one though.

star

2006-04-14T11:49:00.000-04:00

i figured out how star jones lost her weight....she got a body transplant. totally makes sense. her head does not go with that body.

or maybe that skinny lady killed the fat lady and stole her idenity. who knows.

bean

2006-04-05T21:56:00.000-04:00

so i am tired but i have had a few thoughts stewing that had to break free.

tucking in one's shirt does nothing but make one look fatter.

baseball is dull. the stadium must continuously play music to entertain the guests. due to this fact i am going to hate country music even more.

people that go to baseball games are typically trashy. they say ain't and have bad teeth. drunk men think it is funny to ask me to sell them things for 1/3 of the original cost.

wearing a baseball hat is not cute on me and definitely limits my ability to tan.

dogs that slobber are pretty gross.

i hate boys.

i am ready to move to boulder.

stories which include dragons, bbq, paula abdul, and weapons of mass destruction are amazing and definitely deserve a blog post soon.

i hope chad benjiman potter recovers from his brown monkey jungle fever combined with paranaha whooping cough soon.

dolly parton is one of god's soldiers.

that is all. leave a comment.

adventure around every corner!

2006-03-17T18:51:00.000-05:00

Run, skip, walk or drive….at work we must arrive!
Behind on schedule once again…Ashley says just blame jen.
I say that all will be fine…just run that red stop sign.
We pick up matthew at his house, chad answers his phone like a louse.

Ok enough with the poem…that sort of style just ain’t mine.

Today we had quite the adventurous carpool to work at our wicked job. av went for a run and had to take a shower…alas she didn’t arrive back at home quite in time and as I lay in my heavenly bed I tell her not to worry that we always have to wait on the managers anyway. So we run around the house trying to organize our lives into something that resembles workable intelligence. I grab 40 thousand ounces of water and my muffin… av grabs some pop tarts and fruit and out the door with a hoot! According to her clock we are just fine with time…but sadly this clock…tundra’s…is off by about infinity. Of course there is traffic on Clifton…of course. And some idiot drives so slow on mcmillen we swear we will never make it to matt’s and this is a terrible fate to have because matt is anal retentive about arriving to work on time…who has heard of such a concept anyway? Surely not i. We pulled onto ohio and immediately start blaring the horn even though matt’s house is about half way down the block. Some kid thinks we are beeping at his voluptuous beauty and I wave to him with encouragement. Ironically he is walking straight towards matt’s door, so I request ever so politely that he bang on matt’s door and demand he leave his apartment. Matt is of course playing with his “dog” aka dingy and it takes him 5-8.6 minutes to come out to the car. Due to this, the blame has transferred from me to matthew on our cause of lateness. Av floors tundra and we head to the next destination to pick up the next inept wicked worker. As we turn on to klotter we again feel it necessary to blare the horn incessantly to alert chad bo po we have arrived. Usually chad is mr. eager beaver and standing aside the road awaiting our arrival. No such luck today. Av calls his cell and he answers with a groggy monotone voice indicating clearly that he was fast asleep. Once we finally have the entire crew in the car av spills the news that she has been quite unwell, falling victim to a horrendous ear infection. Luckily today I bought a bird shaped coin holder and it was full of cotton, which fit perfectly into her ear. Jennifer once again saves the day!
So we are driving along downtown, notably one of the safest areas in Cincinnati, and low and behold a fight breaks out in the street! Gangs of young hoodlums flock in the street as av and I scream from the car “we are late for work watch out.” Simultaneously one of the young hoodlums begins grabbing his crotch in an oh so polite way and dancing aside the driver window. Of course Ashley is semi oblivious to this due to the large amount of cotton in her left ear. I exclaim “my oh my, that young boy was grabbing his wanker” chad brilliantly asks, “did he actually have the wanker out?” a bit of sadness in his voice, fearing he may have missed an excellent opportunity. Luckily chad missed no such event for the boy allowed a bit of humility in his jester.
We finally arrived on 7th street just in time to drop chad and matt off while av and I found a parking spot in the lot nearby. Here again we ran into another obstacle, av only had cash…but not enough…and you all know how I am…I hide my cash in my bedroom in a secret location...not my wallet! The parking lot runner man saved our hineys here by allowing us to pay just 5 dollars rather than the required more unknown to me amount. After paying the man and thanking him we began our walk adventure to the aronoff. We arrived before the managers and had no need to explain in detail why we were once again late to work…dang it. Luckily I have this wonderful blog to share such extraordinary adventures!

wicked

2006-03-08T22:10:00.000-05:00

this is the biggest chuch of chocolate (aka graeter) in a pint of graeters ever. ever. ever. the sweet things were 1. i got to eat it. 2. i showed all the people at graeters how lucky my life was 3. i took a picture of it and 4. there was another one about this size in the same pint, talk about a luck break!

so i guess my life is perfect and there is nothing to complain about.

i also got hired to work for the musical wicked for the rest of this week and next so that will bring in some cold hard cash. i also am going to sell my old desktop computer and that will also bring in the green. you know what they say though, it is pretty hard out here for a pimp, when he's trying to get this money for the rent fo the cadillac and gas money spent you know a whole bunch of bitches jumping ship. i am trying to hold on to as many bitches as i can.

the more i think about my graeter the more i realize what it means in life. you buy a pint (analogy for making a choice) hoping you have picked the right one. as you eat (analogy for living with that choice) sometimes you are delighted and sometimes you are disappointed because the graeter fairy must have taken the day off when they made that particular pint and you just aren't having that much luck and simultaneously you think about all your pending loans and how your heart was broken and how your dog pooped on roommate's magazine and how you have a big bruise on your arm and you have to shower that night and you are going to miss the newest episode of the oc because you have to work...at this point you are just mad at all the choices you made about choosing this pint of graeters, if only you would have bought that other flavor or closer pint maybe your life would have worked out a bit better and everything would be golden. but as much as i think it is a cop-out, everything is happening for a reason and if you change one thing you change everything and your life could have been worse off than it is now, and who in heaven's name would want that? so you live with the pint you bought and realize that there is a bit more cookie dough in it than you originally recognized and then your whole day just seems a bit brighter. so just look on the cookie dough side of things...as for me...well my pint worked out so i can't really relate to your inferior life.

why i am afraid of squids.

2006-03-05T21:55:00.000-05:00

so squids really scare me. their ability to kill you instantly freaks me out. squids pulsate toward you..once they spot you, you have a slim chance of survival. this is for two reasons, one if they pulsate onto your body they head straight for your eyes where they attach themselves to the socket then shoot a poisonous dart through your cornea directly toward your brain and moments later you die. the second reason is because if you do notice the pulsating attachment onto your skin and you try to remove them by smacking them they will instantly wrap their tentacles around the body part and inject deadly ink into your bloodstream and you will die.

there are a few options to protect yourself. squids are deathly afraid of fur, so if you wear fur regularly you will be protected. fur slippers work well. you can also get a decoy squid belt that traverses the belt line. squids are attracted to other squids, so if a squid is in the region, it will be drawn toward the decoy and attack it. once attached to the decoy you can hit it away..just remember to replace the decoy. finally the last, less desirable, option is to allow a second squid to attach itself to the squid that is attached to you. smack firmly down on the top squid and it will kill the bottom squid. you must leave the premises immediately to ensure you can escape the second squid.

now that you have all been warned, please protect yourself from the deadly squids roaming the area.

i wanna tempur!

2006-03-03T11:59:00.000-05:00

i really want a tempur-pedic bed. i have been sitting downstairs in my living room for about 3 hours now and after watching hustle and flow on movies on demand, my few televisions stations were the only viable option for entertainment. i did get my laptop to do a bit of buiness..aka define my relationship with everyone on facebook...i also watched some info-mericals. currently there is one about special secrets of cindy crawford's infallible skin. this is don't care that much about...but that tempur-pedic bed...now whoot whoot...that is something that i am highly interested in. i love my bed, i honestly do. laying in my bed is the top 5 things i love to do in life. i bet it would move in the top 2 if i had a tempur-pedic bed. for a few christmases i asked for the craft-matic adjustable bed...alas my parents never felt i was being serious and hence the lack of such a device...if only they knew how sincere my requests were. i fear my dreams of heavenly sleep will only occur when i have passed and actually do sleep in heaven. that sort of luxury will only be obtained in the afterlife. as i look at my bank accounts and recall the pending loans i submit that the delights of a tempur-pedic bed shall be akin to the sugar plums dancing in the heads of wee diabetic children on christmas eve, dreaming is the closest i will come to experience of tempur-pedic sleeping. supposedly if you sleep 7.5 hours it feels like 8! what? a whole extra half hour? NO WAY. and not to mention...tempur-pedic is recognized by NASA. you know, the place that sends people to space! they recognize tempur-pedic. i suppose all those years in space it is hard to recognize anything...but tempur-pedic left such a meaningful impression that NASA can recognize it! amazing.

ok now cindy crawford is washing her face. and my bum is going numb. what to do, what to do? i guess i shall move. but if any of you, loyal readers, want to get me a tempur-pedic bed feel free. i would be forever indebted. i found out your skin has different needs during the night than day...on that note i have got to get out of here!

boulder here i come

2006-02-28T21:28:00.000-05:00

so i found out today that i was accepted in the master's program at CU-Boulder! yeah i know i am awesome. well....i am super excited and i cried a lot, so much that it scared rilo and he magically jumped on the bed by himself, a task normally designated to the nearest human naive enough to help him. so i called everyone i could fathom to share the news. sadly i left mostly voicemails. i figured writing a blog would be a great way to inform the world...but sadly only two people read my blog...small world i guess.

i wil be moving out there in august sometime...so you all better enjoy me while i am here. hook me up with your hot straight guy friends for some make out action. i am secretly hoping to meet ace from american idol once i move out there and i might not ever be single again...just remember that!

whoot whoot i am the shiznit.

commitment...not a breath freshener

2006-02-14T22:25:00.000-05:00

well over the past few months i have realized more so than ever that i am a commitmentphobe. aside from the whole bz thing and my fear of labeling our "relationship" even though it was probably the most perfect "relationship", i have also had a few dreams lately that really solidify the whole commitmentphobia. a long while ago i had a dream that i refused to buy a ring for a "mate" because there was no way i could commit that i would be their friend for the rest of my life, it just simply overwhelmed me. then just two nights ago i had a dream i was at my own wedding and everyone was looking at me telling me i could do it and right before i stepped into the aisle way i turned and ran out of the church into oblivion. two sad parts to this a: i knew my soon to be hubby would be devastated and i still ran and b: i never saw who i was marrying.

i guess i am just siding with OUTKAST on this one...if nothing lasts forever what makes love the execption. i think commitment was invented when people still only lived to be 30. that would be easy to do then.

on the other hand i watched a movie last night "Imagine Me and You" and one of the characters said that you know instantly that you are in love with someone and all the time you spend with them proves that you love them. instead of the other way around when you grow to love someone. what if this is the case and i missed it. then where am i? if there is one person that is perfect then a few others that will do...how am i suppose to distinguish them? i guess i am just scared i might have missed the real one. so...i guess i am so over love.

pootie-tinkie

2006-02-07T10:15:00.000-05:00

well, brian sroufe is in the first stages of angry toward me due to my lack of ambition dealing with blogdom. in order to avoid the other stages of angry (stage 1: humorous yet angry blog comments; stage 2: seriously angry, slightly violent blog comments; stage 3: photoshoped pictures of me nude while beating a computer that displays "BLOG", posted all over the internet; stage 4: hate mail filled with baking soda pretending to be anthrax; finally stage 5: a fire burning in my front yard spellling out BLOG WILL GET YOU!) i decided it was in my best interest to at least write something to keep brian satisfied for the next few weeks. although i am attempting to write something, i must forewarn my two readers that this may not be the most interesting of blogs because i am not sure exactly what i should write about.

the first subject that i suppose would be of some interest would be what i have been doing for the past 2 weeks of my life. well since you all seem so uber interested, i was working 12.5 hour days as a production assistant for the reality television show Trading Spouses...oh yes indeedy i met quasi-famous people! oh yes indeedy jennifer leake is possible of "working" 12.5 hour days! oh yes indeedy, i did despise it. i bet you are now wondering, "what in heaven's name would you do for 12.5 hours everyday?" well lemme tell you...nothing. basically that covers it pretty well. first you must know also that this job is nothing more than a glamorous bitch for the production people. whenever they feel an urge for me to do something then i must do it. so if they are hungry i must feed them. if they need 500 rolls of toliet paper i must supply them. if they need me to drive 1000 miles to pick up lunch i must drive. basically 85-99% of the time i laid in my 15 passenger van reading a book/rolling stone, munching on crafty items, and listening to the radio/cds/jorge my ipod. interesting enough, i did get a bit peeved when they asked me to do things, but then again would i be jennifer leake if i didn't feel a little animosity toward those who make me work? the only upside to the job was that the crew was mostly male and there were a few whom i wanted to make out with. sadly that never transpired into reality.

for some reason i keep thinking about lasgana. i have no idea why and there really isn't much you can write about lasgana other than it is delicious. but everytime i stop for a moment to collect my thoughts, lasgana is all that comes to mind.

urban outfitters will be the death of me. i have gone 3 times in the past week and each time i have found yet another sale item that i must have. last night i got a pair of slippers, a painting, a t-shirt, valentines, and a napoleon dynamite book for AV8ter. but i am happy with my purchases and that is all that matters.

i hate valentines day. it is so commerical. so over-rated. and i am so an outcast during this holiday. i believe it is safe to say that i have not had a boyfriend on valentine's day since chad hawley in the 7th grade. that means for the past 9 years my parents are the main objects of my affections and if i am feeling generous my friends feel a lil love as well. as mentioned in the last paragraph, i did succumb to valentine buying so i guess 10 peopel will receive one. this year jenny lewis is playing in chicago on valentine's day and i just know that if some charming man was deeply in love with me he would have bought me tickets and drove me there and i would love him so much. but BA-HUM-BUG fuc* valentine's day. who needs love and romance and passionate make out when you have a cute lil puppy named rilo (named after my favorite band rilo kiley, of whom jenny lewis is the main vocals, but really i will move on)? i suppose this year will be just like the rest, my parents and grandparents will send lil cards filled with a lil money. rilo will kiss his mama. and i will cry myself to sleep. HA kidding. come'on guys. the last thing i need in my life is a guy to break my heart (of steel, which he would never break anyway because i would break his first). point of this paragraph: i am a walking contradiction.

well today has started off sunny and bright and hopefully will remain this way all day! i have things i must attend to now, but i hope this blog post will suffice until i have something uber exciting to write about!

An Era Has Passed

2006-01-05T12:30:00.000-05:00

Wow, it has only been a thousand decades since I wrote a blog. I suppose I was living under the false conscious that I was above blogging. In all honesty I was much too consumed by my schooling to actually write anything in here. Poor readers, you must have been so depressed, lost, and wishful. Well, your dreams are about to come true...JLEAKE is back in the game! WHOOO HOOO...hear the hollers of the crowd, it inspires me to write.

As I listen to Kelly Clarkson's Since U Been Gone (what incredible english musical artists subscribe to!) I realize that I have never felt the way the protangist of the song feels. I have never been better after someone leaves me. I mean of course, like everyone that is heartbroken I convince myself that my life is so much better without that annoying parasite in my life. And of course my friends and family add to this self-justification of my superiority. But in the end, the more people we have in our lives the richer our life is. Even if that person was "destructive" they added to the spice of our life. Is there really such a thing as a destructive relationship anyway? Well....maybe she is talking about cancer, I suppose I would be better if cancer left me. Although it would be weird that cancer would sing her a love song . Maybe cancer's love song is vomiting profusely much like the child in the exorcism. Cancer would fit the breathe better scenario Kelly describes as well. Whether it is cancer or a cancerous like relationship, I have never been in the situation.

Thankfully that song only lasts the average song time of 4ish minutes and luckily my ADD kicks in about a third of the way in.

Now I sit here with my small child (aka Rilo, aka puppy) on my lap and I remember the original thesis of this blog was not the genius that is Kelly Clarkson, but the fact that humans are racists against puppies. You thought it was bad when whites discriminated against blacks...well let me tell you that it is even worse for dogs...and AMERICA is the leader of the specie-ism. Just what America needs, another ism. While traveling through Europe I saw hundreds of dogs run-amok. I saw them dressed in ridiculous outfits. And I saw them in stores at their owners' side. WELL back here in the LAND OF THE FREE (ha) dogs have been restrained by MUZZLES and LEASHES and only rich white women dress their little poodles (not that I am advocating clothing for pooches, I think it is ridiculous) and the worse has been puppies and dogs tied up outside of stores and shops. Now I have never experienced this specie-ism for myself and really paid no mind to it until yesterday. As you know I have a 3 month old puppy named Rilo. He is spoiled and attached to his mama and heaven forbid would I LEAVE him outside when I have to run into the local library branch for a mere moment. I pick him and hold him under my arm while I check out a few videos. The CRUEL librarian insists that dogs are not allowed in the library and forces me out of the library and he will bring my items out to me...ALL BECAUSE of a puppy who is half asleep anyway. He isn't barking or trying to bite the druggie kid next to me near the videos. He is better behaved than the thousands of small children roaming the library, crying and certainly pooing in their pants. My puppy would never poo in the public library.

When I posed this situation to my dear friend Chad Benjamin he said it had to do with sanitary issues. This is understandable if your dog is a junk yard dog that sniffs through people's garbage all day, but in all honesty, would this dog's owner really want to take him to the library anyway? I think not. My puppy is clean. He bathes regularly and I wipe of his paws if they seem dirty. As for small children, the Lord only knows what they get themselves into. They touch poop and bugs and dirt. Heck, they eat these exact objects on a whim if the mood catches them right. Although I sadly admit that Rilo sometimes puts less than desirable objects in his mouth, it's not like he is going to lick a book. And children TOUCH all of the books. For the love of peter, Rilo was in my ARMS, he isn't going to do damage. This racist society can just be too much for me sometimes.

On a separate note, the title of this blog is due to the fact that I graduated undergrad. I officially have a BA in Communication. Rock on. Happiness is a warm gun, mama. Now I am out to find my own happiness.

2005-09-16T01:33:00.000-04:00

mari, katie, me, heather, and jye...eating mudbricks at volunteer site
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2005-09-16T01:32:00.000-04:00

me in my hangglidding cocoon
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2005-09-16T01:31:00.000-04:00

katie, ashley, me and heather on indian head, fraser island. isn't it beautiful? isn't my hair ultra awesome?
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2005-09-16T01:30:00.000-04:00

bermagui volunteer crew...lewis's ass!
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2005-09-16T01:29:00.000-04:00

chad and i in eurong creek, fraser island
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put anotha (vegetarian) shrimp on da barbie mate

2005-08-09T20:15:00.000-04:00

i have no idea if anyone really ever checks my infamous blog anymore, but in case you do, i just wanted to put a few things out there... if you don't want it throw it right back, if not keep it....i wanna be on you...i mean, wait wait....i wanna be on you. haha, ok enough with anchorman. but really i am leaving for australia august 11th until september 9th...so please miss me. also my birthday is september 26, so i am going to have a big party on glendora saturday septemeber 24th. it is going to be wicked fun, so just make sure you can come. finally i am going to athens for halloweenie this year and i am going to be a naked barbie doll...it will be hilarious. if anyone wants to go let me know, it is going to be outta control! sweet....well see ya'll in september or october (OU friends) or novemeber (family and non-uc or non-ou friends!)

wow...summer

2005-06-29T02:03:00.000-04:00

due to the fact that my bff erk requested a new blog, i felt obliged to at least make a minimal effort to appease my dear friend who is currently thousands of miles away! although my life seems to be quite the soap opera at certain points, it seems to me that lately a majority of my life has been consumed with massive quantities of sleeping, eating, and watching the tele. i think i have said this before, but i will say it again, when i take all the exciting things that happen in my life in a 2-3 week span and then compress it into a half hour episode of my own version of sex and the city, my life would probably seem pretty eventful and drama-filled. but, i have to live my day every single minute and that verison is just not as interesting. since this is a blog and it certainly is not every minute, you just read the exciting parts!

spring quarter was undeniably the best 10 weeks of my most recent life that is clearly recollectable (which is certainly biased because it just happened hence the events are more ingrained in my mind and therefore more vivid and exciting compared to events from the other 21 years of my life, but this aside, it was still one of my greatests eras!). really though, i had such an amazing quarter. you know when there are just events in your life that make you feel so accutely aware of how amazing life can truly be? you know how you never want to sleep because life is so much fun living? you know when you realize that your life has finally reached the point of complete aliveness and there is no way in the world that anything could ever make you feel more alive than what is going on right here and now? you know how you never want to leave certain moments or places because the moment or place is so perfectly alive that it's beyond delicate? do you know how it feels to embrace change but at the same time constantly fear that some time that change might not be in your favor? you know how all week you look forward to a certain day but all week you wish for the week to slow down hoping that the week slowing down will force that day to slow down and last as long as possible? you know how when you are with someone and you can't help but smile because your happiness is spewing out from every pore of your body? you know how it feels to sit and just soak in how much you love your life? you know how sometimes people come into your life and you can't fathom how you lived so long without them? you know how you want to love someone and kiss them everyday, but you can't because you constantly complicate your life more than is ever necessary? you know how you get so outraged when someone you care about messes up a bit and normally if it were any other person you wouldn't care at all, but since you care about them you expect more from them and therefore the littlest slip up causes drama? (don't you just hate that last one?) doesn't it scare you when you are so sublimely profoundly happy? don't you hate when the things you want are the dicotomy of one another?

well these questions somehow explain parts of what i felt this past quarter. and even though someone joked about writing about luau drama in their imaginary blog, i really am writing about it because it helps me sort it all out. plus it gives erk something to do, aside from sign dancing for lil ceasars! overall, i am rather upset that spring quarter had to end and with it my happy perfect undefinable inexplicable passionate relationship may have ended as well. i like to tell myself that everything happens for a reason, it makes it easier to get through hard times to think that way. but to me it seems a bit naive to believe that. but sometimes it feels hopeless if i don't believe something. as for now, my summer is off to a weird start. living in cincinati without a job has shaped me into an uber lazy lump of fat lard. i have gone out 2 of the 4 nights back from vegas, which is rather impressive. i actually could have been 3 of 4 but tonight i wasn't feeling 100% nor do i have any money to spare. i am trying to psyche myself up to be semi-productive each day, but it is so hard to do anything when you can just do nothing. this certainly is not any way to live, but for the time being i have enjoyed my gluttoness behavior. waking up after 12 everyday then napping throughout the day, eating food, watching lifetime movies...really it has been pretty relaxing. but tomorrow i have a "to-do" list and i will hopefully stick to my guns and get out of the house!

well, even though i have probably not been awake for a full 12 hours right now, i am starting to feel a bit tired and i think it is time to shower! good nigt everyone...well erk since you are the only one that probably is reading this!

2005-05-10T22:48:00.000-04:00

um, pretty much i am awesome
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2005-05-10T22:46:00.000-04:00

thugs for life!
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2005-05-01T13:22:00.000-04:00

Val, Rachel, and I at the Luau getting ready to have a ton of fun!
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2005-05-01T13:21:00.000-04:00

Rachel and I being sexy luau chicas
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2005-04-17T16:09:00.000-04:00

rach and i having fun like always
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2005-04-17T16:08:00.000-04:00

jerrod looks so hot...i guess bzimm makes him foam at the mouth...let's just hope that is foam and not something else!
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2005-04-17T16:07:00.000-04:00

bzimm and jerrod sharing a french fry...so hot..so hot....thank God for Papa Dinos!
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Once Again A Song Describes My Life

2005-03-30T23:25:00.000-05:00

I haven't listened to this song since like 8th grade...but hey I think it applies better than ever! Read through the lyrics and get a quick glimpse at my life!

I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
What it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby
What it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...

Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho

2005-03-20T12:24:00.000-05:00

I just finished a great novel and I wanted to share my favorite quotes from the book. It was all about LOVE...oh you know me...an undercover hopeless romantic. So just read the quotes...think about them...and then pray that we all get the chance to experience TRUE LOVE.

"All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives hin or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person whol loves most wholeheartedly. And the perosn who loves wholheartedly feels free."

"The great aim of every human being is to understand the meaning of total love. Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that , we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with."

"According to Plato, at the beginning of creation, men and women were not as they are now; there was just one being, who was rather short, with a body and a a neck, but his head had two faces, looking in different directions. It was as if two creatures had been glued back to back, with two sets of sex organs, four legs and four arms. The Greek gods, however, were jealous, because this creature with four arms could work harder; with its two faces, it was always vigilant and could stand or walk for long periods of time without tiring. Even more dangerous was the fact that the creature ahd two different sets of sex organs and so needed no one else in order to continue reproducing. Zeus, the supremem lord of Olympus, said: 'I have a plan to make these mortals lose some of their strength.' And he cut the creature in two with a lightning bold, thus creating man and woman. This greatly increased the population of the world, and , at the same time, disoriented and weakened its inhabitants, becuase now they had to search for their lost half and embrace it and, in that embrace, regain their former strength."

"I think perhaps we always fall in love the very instant we see the man of our dreams, even though, at the same time, reaons maybe telling us otherwise, and we may fight against that instinct, hoping against hopethat we won't win, until there comes a point when we allow ourselves to be vanquished by our feelings."

Frustrated, Confused, and Tired

2005-02-28T19:55:00.000-05:00

i know, the title is so uplifting. you are probably wondering why the hell i am even writing about such nonsense...i mean it is not uplifting whatsoever and who wants to read about shit that is such a downer? well too bad i need to vent for a bit. so just listen to me for a while and then leave an uplifting comment or two.
first of all i thought that i found this perfect guy that is so perfect for me that is is almost disgusting. he made me laugh, he is uber-cute, he is smart, and we have a lot in common. i seriously thought that i was going to fall so hard for this guy and just marry him. but then this weekend i got so freaking annoyed with him that i don't even know what to do. i am just in that limbo state where i just wish he would go back to that picture perfect image i had constructed him to be. i just don't know. i mean i will give him a chance to redeem himself...but i don't even know if he wants to do that. i don't even know if he is interested in me or if he will ever be interested in me. i mean you are probably my friend or a family member if you are reading this so it is hard for you and i both to imagine that someone wouldn't be just overwhelmed with my beauty, intelligence and sense of humor, but alas i am sure those people exists. so anyway i guess i am just confused about what i should do for now. i guess just chill with AV.
then i am tired because i have so much freaking shit to do before this quarter is over. papers, projects, finals...i mean it is all just piling up. so right now i am freaking high off caffefine pills that it is simply ridiculous. but it is all good, no worries.
i am sad because AV is leaving in like 24 days for france and yesterday i cried for a bit. it is just so hard to imagine that she will be gone and it will be diffucult to communicate. i mean we share a freaking room right now and spend like our entire lives together...it is like a bloody awful seperation! and i thought that i might have bzimm take her place...but since his douche-ish antics i don't think that is going to occur. i just need someone that slow dances and fast dances and cuddles and watches movies in my bed and acts silly with me all the time...but also can talk about serious stuff WHEN IT IS APPROPRIATE not on a friday night when i am wasted.
i want to move somewhere warm.
that is all for now i really should work on my freaking midterm!
remember....
save the environment...there is only one
buy, eat, live organic...do it naturally

i love the sunshine

2005-02-15T14:56:00.000-05:00

it is true, more than pretty much everything in the world (i guess it would be the universe because the sun is outside of this world) i LOVE THE SUNSHINE. it makes me so happy and so excited and so dancilicious. i love the warm weather, i love flip flops, i love tank tops and i love my 70's glasses.
i love listening to my iPod as i dance around clifton. i love thinking that any day it will be spring and then i can feel like this all the time. i love that spring quarter is like a month away! then i get to see a cutie-pa-tootie boy at least every tuesday/thursday when we have class together. i love that i don't have class until 11! and i guess i will reiterate the fact that i get to see a CUTE BOY EVERY OTHER DAY! for an entire quarter...that is just amazing.
i love cheesy pick up lines. not that i hear them, but when i read them they make me laugh out loud. i read one the other day and it said "How much does a Polar Bear weigh?" "I don't know" "Enough to break the ice"....ha ha get it?!? isn't that just cheesalicious!
ok that is enough random ranting!
buy, eat, live organic!
save the environment!
kiss cute boys! (except the one i like)
play ultimate frisbee everyday!

2005-02-02T22:01:00.000-05:00

Me, Ashley, Travis, and Courtney at Halloween aren't I cute?
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Wonderful Quote for Humpday!

2005-02-02T14:45:00.000-05:00

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. Life is a beauty, admire it. Life is a dream, realize it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a duty, complete it. Life is a game, play it. Life is a promise, fulfill it. Life is sorrow, overcome it. Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it. Life is a tragedy, confront it. Life is an adventure, dare it. Life is luck, make it. Life is life, fight for it!
- Mother Teresa

How do you wait for heaven? And who has that much time? And how do you keep your feet on the ground when you know you were born to fly?
-Sara Evans

I hate winter quarter. Plain and simple it is the most wretched time of my life. I hate the cold. I hate the snow. I hate the dark days. I hate HATE waking up at 7.30. I hate that I have to wear 500 pieces of clothing to walk to my car. I HATE NOT WEARING FLIP FLOPS. I hate that all I want to do is eat and sleep. I hate that I waste my entire weekend sleeping.

But as much as I want this quarter to be over I also don't want my best friend to leave me until the summer! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? I have already cried a bit about this and I am sure that I will again. It will be hard to see her leave AGAIN...but I guess that is part of life.

Next quarter I don't begin until 11! And that might be the greatest thing EVER. I am SO NOT a morning person. I have pretty cool classes next quarter as well so that will make me smile. AND THE SUNSHINE WILL EXISTS AGAIN! PRAISE THE LORD. And the boy I have a minor crush on will be back in town so that is always uplifting. But this also presents further frustrations in my life because boys just complicate things. He is nice and cute but I just don't know what he is thinking at all and that is uber-frustrating. So if anyone has ANY advice I would greatly appreciate it.

If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me? For I must be traveling on now, 'cause there are too many places I need to see. -Lynard Skynard

2005-01-23T12:51:00.000-05:00

mols and i trying to sing/drink....i am better at drinking
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2005-01-23T12:50:00.001-05:00

sik...mols and jake at new year's eve...hot kiss
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2005-01-23T12:50:00.000-05:00

me at new year's eve...a bit more composed
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2005-01-23T12:49:00.000-05:00

i guess i am pretty drunk in this picture from new year's eve
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2005-01-23T12:48:00.000-05:00

My Friend Carly at New Year's Eve
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e-harmony is groundbreaking...honestly

2005-01-16T22:13:00.000-05:00

After about 40 minutes of E-Harmony testing, I found out that I am good at talking...who would have ever known? Really, this test was so eye-opening.

This is what it told me....awful surprising..that is for sure :

You have to be with people. This extends into the need to gain popularity, achieve social recognition and influence those people around you. The "bottom-line" is a strong people orientation.
You have a strong sense of humor. You usually know when to lighten a difficult situation, amuse and entertain people.
You have a strong feeling of optimism, considered favorably by most people around you. Your perception is that the bottle is half-full rather than half-empty.
You may act on impulse. If someone or something catches your eye, you may act without first checking things out.
You usually participate in whatever social group you belong. You're not a "wallflower"--you like to meet people, generate group enthusiasm and provide an open environment for communicating.

You show sympathy to the feelings and needs of others. Your natural empathy style may draw others to you.
You can generate enthusiasm in yourself and in other people. Your enthusiasm, often contagious, involves many people in a social activity who might not ordinarily become involved.
You have a natural, outgoing style that some have labeled as the "natural salesperson."
You are generally likable, talkative and socially assertive. Your primary intent is convincing or persuading people.
You are a natural communicator. You love to talk, offer jokes and make sure that everyone is having a good time. This trait is especially evident at functions and outings.
You tend to be fluent and verbal. You like to verbalize and to participate with many people.
One of your great strengths is your ability to communicate and talk readily. Since all strengths may be overused at times, you may sometimes talk too much.

You have the ability to juggle lots of time demands simultaneously.
You have an excellent sense of humor and tend to see humor in events spontaneously.
You tend to enjoy life and share that enjoyment with others.
You tend to excite others into getting involved with your interests.
You are socially poised and people-oriented.
You tend to be influential in decision-making situations. Others often turn to you for advice.
You are usually enthusiastic about activities and planning.
You tend to take action when something needs to get done, and don't like to be passive.
You are skilled at finding "win-win" solutions when conflicts arise.
You tend to enjoy life and share that enjoyment with others.

the way i am feeling can best described by a monologue....

2005-01-02T18:05:00.000-05:00

garden state quotes:
You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this right of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

If you can't laugh at yourself, life is going to seem a whole lot longer than you'd like.

um, those were both rather random, but i liked them and it was fun to share them with you.

life is silly...don't you all agree? one day we think we have this all figured out...the best plan for our lives to run smoothly and comfortably and that plan is our little path. the little path that leads to some marvelous place that must be so much better than the place we are already at, because if it didn't then why would we need that little path and plan and rules we make up for ourselves so we don't trip accidently off our path into the scary hurtful place that the plan never was meant to experience?
the more i think i have my life exactly planned out and perfect and comfortable and for the most part happy...the more i realize that i can never figure out anything. figuring things out just leads to more questions...which isn't bad really...but sometimes i figure out that what i previously figured out was wrong or off base or not what i thought it was..so i really never figured it out in the first place...which leads me to believe that it is entirely possible that everything i think i figure out could possibly be not figured out and i would have no idea...until later on in my life and i would look back at that and think "dang, i was so silly. i didn't have that figured out."
so what good does it do me to try to figure things out? what good does it do to make up this little plan that seems so perfect, almost foolproof, when in a day to 10 years i will realize that i was horribly mistaken? i think i do it because it makes me feel in control. it makes me feel like i have the power in my life....which really is a huge crock of poo because the more in control i try to be the more some greater power spits in my face and makes everything seem out of control.
i wish i could be one of those people that just lives and does that...i am one of those psychotic people, i think about everything entirely too much...hmm...sometimes i think i will just give up...i will just focus my energies on one endeavor...that lasts about an hour....
well i think i have ranted enough...if you want to be cool and leave a message...well i think that would please me.

remember:
buy, eat, live organic!
save the environment-recycle!

christmas is over already

2004-12-27T16:55:00.000-05:00

oh the beloved season has ended. the presents have been unwrapped, the music transfered to the ipod, and all the good food has been devored. overall it was a decent holiday season, some things occured that i would have prefered if they hadn't but i guess everything happens for a reason.
i am excited for new year's eve...hopefully a specific cute boy will be in cincinnati for me to kiss...if not oh well...i always have my charming av.
i am not looking forward to cold weather. i wish my ipod would be done transfering music! dang! it has been plugged in for like 2 hours! i hope it ain't broken!
well that is all i have for now....happy new year everyone!

save the environment!
buy, eat, live organic!

HAPPY EPHING HOLIDAYS

2004-12-15T23:58:00.000-05:00

well, it is close to christmas and i am usually so well spirited at this point in time but, alas, i am not. i guess it is because i have been working at victoria's hell for the past 2 weeks and have to deal with insane shoppers. also because i have a crush on a boy and i just want him for christmas (but i don't really, it is sorta a complicated situation). i just like having crushes on people, it is so much safer and more fun (i think). plus he is going away all next quarter, not to mention he is so out of my league...but anyway.....

i am getting kinda cold in my room right now, we are poor and have to turn the heat down wicked low.

i think i will be partying in the 'nasti for new year so let me know if anyone wants to join or if you know of something spectacular to do!

Save our Environment!
Buy, Eat, Live Organic!
Kiss Cute Boys (except the one i like)!

sik, i love this christmas song bc...um.. i guess it applies to my life right now..so here are some of the more notable lyrics
I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
( i love how she says "baby" so much in this song, it is beyond sik)

2004-12-05T20:01:00.001-05:00

Me and the awesome tree I decorated. I love wine
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2004-12-05T20:01:00.000-05:00

Melissa, Angela, Me, and Ashley looking smokin' before the party
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arg

2004-12-05T19:47:00.000-05:00

so it is finals week and i am already wicked tired and um it is only sunday. we had a party last night and it was pretty fun. we had a lot of cookies and they are almost gone now. i just ate about 6. they were good. i am cold.
i have been thinking a lot about graduate school lately. i am really excited and nervous at the same time. my mam made me realize this is my second to last fall quarter as an undergraduate ever. that is really weird. and what is even weirder is that angela stevens might move into my room once i move out because she wants to come to UC for graduate...sik.
i hate being tired because it makes me emotional, dang it. i hate being emotional, it is my least favorite thing in the world. my favorite is laughing. i love to laugh all the time. ok this is pointless, well wish me luck for my finals and check out my pictures!

sunday morning lessons

2004-11-28T14:27:00.000-05:00

"All we want, whether we are honeybees, salmon, trash collecting ants, ponderosa pines, coyotes, human beings, or stars, is to love and be loved, to be accepted, cherished, and celebrated simply for being who we are. Is that so very difficult?" -Derrick Jensen

Home for the Holidays

2004-11-26T10:31:00.000-05:00

Being here in zanesville is sort of a pecular feeling. This is the place that I did call home for over 18 years, now when I say home I am refering to my apartment on Cornell. It's not that I don't like it here or even that I miss being in the 'nasti, it is more like the feeling that I am putting my real life on hold. I am here and I feel uber-lazy and super unproductive. Not that every moment of my life in cinci is productive (i.e. last saturday when i slept until 4.30) but when I am there I don't watch multiple movies, then tv, then go to bed at 11.
Plus I have so much free time here and all I do is sit and think of how much I could be doing if I was at home. I could be working on my research paper, or hanging christmas decorations, or making cookies, or snuggling with AV.
While I am here though it has put into perspective how much older I am than I would prefer to be. My cousin has a baby (which I actually like him, it is a miracle!) and she is only 4 years older than me! FOUR YEARS! Not that I plan to have babies (or a husband/serious bf for that matter) but it made me realize that my life is more serious than I often times attribute it to be. It is kind of silly how many things we need to think about in our 20's and how much I just think about what songs I should play at my next party. I guess I am a bit advanced for many people my age since I have the rest of my life planned out to a T (let's see how much of it works out) but I know that 85% of the things I want to do I will. It just depends on some things I can't control (i.e. boys, ek) (the ek is because I can't control them).
On a different matter, I did try on my old prom dresses this week and I am proud to say they still both fit! Now my senior year dress wasn't as flattering as it was back in the day (since I was uber-thin) but for the most part they both fit and look fine! This really excites me. But I am still left with the daunting task of determing which one to wear at my Christmas Party (December 4) . I think I am going to make AV decide for me.
I watched Love Actually last night, btw it is the BEST MOVIE EVER. And I have decided it makes me cry for multiple reasons 1) it is so cute 2) it seems like real life 3) i realize that the chances of me ever being in love are greatly reduced by the fact that I suck at love (maybe not so much giving it as I am at receiving it).
In conclusion, down with love.

2004-11-21T10:55:00.000-05:00

Brittney and I on my 21st Birthday..once again...very cute!
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2004-11-21T10:54:00.000-05:00

Me and Michael on my 21st Birthday...aren't we cute?
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2004-11-21T10:53:00.000-05:00

Melissa and Ashley at the 80's party boozin' it up. Love the pin AV.
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80's TOTALLY ROCKED

2004-11-21T01:14:00.000-05:00

So I believe it is safe to say that the 80's party was quite the success! Lots of people showed up, including one incredibly nice officer from the cincinnasti's po-po station. The music was pretty sweet and well so was everything else. Everyone dressed up, expect for a few boobies who must have not had time to go get anything gnarly enough. I have to say, I laughed so much last night! Everyone was so incredibly sik...really sik.

Well since I had so much fun planning this party and everyone had a good time I am going to plan another! It will be a Christmas/Going Away Party. As you may know, Molly is going to Rhode Island for her co-op and Jake is going to Kentucky...so it will be nice for everyone to come say goodbye! The theme will just be a dress up party...so we can all look pretty for Santa! Please mark your calendars for December 4th! Man that is freaking soon! It is a saturday night! It will be sweet! I am sure I will update you more very soon on this issue!

2004-11-21T00:31:00.000-05:00

Molly and Ashley snapped a shot before the party got started...Molly won biggest hair and 2nd place for perfection of blue eyeshadow application and Ashley won overall sikest outfit.
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2004-11-21T00:29:00.001-05:00

Brian decided to smile for this picture...and I guess I decided to outdo him with a bigger smile...way to go me!
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2004-11-21T00:29:00.000-05:00

Brian and I posing for the camera...the guy behind us was freaking hilarious the whole night!
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2004-11-21T00:28:00.000-05:00

Me and Brian with some people in the backgroung...we were laughing at his sik pants (black jeans, ek)
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2004-11-21T00:27:00.000-05:00

Melissa and Ashley rockin' at the 80's party
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2004-11-14T11:39:00.000-05:00

This is Brittney, Carly and I on Friday of Halloween weekend. I was a sluty secretary that night. The next night I looked cuter, but I don't have a picture of that.
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80'S FOREVER!

2004-11-14T11:14:00.000-05:00

Hopfeully everyone that reads this already knows about the gnarly 80's party we are having this coming friday (nov. 19). If you didn't already know that....well here is your formal invite! You MUST dress 80's....we will have 80's music all night long...it is seriously going to be, like, totally rockin'! Tell everyone you have ever met, ever. It will be AWESOME....tell them that...then they will definetly come! Oh, and tell them all their wildest dreams will come true...that normally works too.

Leave a comment if you haven't received an email...we will make sure you get directions here and such (give your email address). ROCK ON!

So here is the real blog now.

Well for a bit my life was in shambles (or at least that is what i felt like). The election really was upsetting and then i felt like such a loser (literally). BUT a new day has come in my life. I am surprisingly quite happy. I mean i am normally a happy person most of the time (that is what i at least like to think) but right now everything is going quite perfectly. I suppose it could all fall apart...easy come...easy go. but maybe not this time...maybe my karma is coming back to me (which i like to believe is good karma...since i recycle, help homeless people, and make others giggle) and it is my turn for the lil perfect life for a bit.

Let's examine why this is good....so i get to go to AUSTRALIA...which rocks hard core and hardly anyone can outdo that. plus i might go to Zimbabwe for a month to travel and kiss giraffes (bc they are wicked cute). i am doing well this quarter in my classes, so far all A's.....don't think i am some insane study-a-holic or whatever, but since I am going to go get my doctorate i wanna go somewhere sweet...and well, i need to have good grades! Plus we had a sweet party last night where everyone was WASTED...lol...and i got to hang out with a really nice fellow...i forgot that guys can be nice...it was quite refreshing...i hope we can stay friends...that'd be nice...the more the merrier, eh? AND THE TOTALLY RADICAL 80's PARTY THIS FRIDAY...oh and i got, like, the most awesome outfit ever...i am not going to give it away...just make sure you are here on friday!

well, that seems sufficent for a bloggie...leave some comments dang it!

REMEMBER:
~save the environment...we only have one~
~Kerry--> 48.5% of us loved you...2008 Clinton baby!~
~buy, eat, live organic...do it naturally~

HELL YEAH!

2004-11-08T15:33:00.000-05:00

Ok so I still am upset about the election...especially after hearing about all the electronic voter fraud in Ohio....but I won't have to deal with that bullshit this summer! I AM GOING TO AUSTRALIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got the letter in the mail today confirming the dates and I will be departing for Australia on August 11!!! I will be there for a month! PLUS...my new friend from school, his name is Charlie, he might go too! And before that we may move to Zimbabwe to live with a family and tutor/nanny their kids! Charlie and I rock hard core!
Charlie and I aren't dating. We are friends and we rock all the time! We love Krishna!
I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW! NOTHING COULD BE BETTER (unless in course Kerry was my president!)
So I love everyone I am so freaking happy! Send me money and love! YAYAYAYAYAYYA!

Found This Funny

2004-11-05T16:59:00.000-05:00

(From Angela's Blog...from one of her friends?)

Great. The Bible-thumping redneck fucks of the South and Midwest have decisively gone for Bush. They've apparently been swayed by the "you can't trust Kerry on terror" line. - Apparently more so than New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania and D.C. - the places that actually suffered through 9/11.Even better, all those fucking idiots are 100% voting against their own economic interests. But hey, when your President has been ordained by Christ, who needs a college education?The rest of the world is right to see us as a bunch of ignorami. I do not know the country in which i live.You have signed your own death warrant, America. You are no longer the land of the free and the home of the brave; you are the land of Christian, neoconservative theocracy and evil imperialist empire. Bush has ruined our country, and you just lauded him for it. Grow up. See reality. It's over(gotta love political rantings)

I find this rather humorous...a bit extreme, but a nice smack in the face.

I find it humorous that in 1992 Dick Cheney was quoted saying that Saddam Hussien wasn't worth our troops lives, but 10 years later I guess he changed his mind. What a damn flip flopper.

I thought during war the economy was suppose to impove? I guess the millions of jobs lost (more than any lost during any presidency in 75 years) was just a left over effect of the Clinton presidency. Damn him and his surplus!

BUSHISMS
"After standing on the stage, after the debates, I made it very plain, we will not have an all-volunteer army. And yet, this week — we will have an all-volunteer army!" —George W. Bush, Daytona Beach, Fla., Oct. 16, 2004

"I hear there's rumors on the Internets that we're going to have a draft." —George W. Bush, second presidential debate, St. Louis, Mo., Oct. 8, 2004

"The truth of that matter is, if you listen carefully, Saddam would still be in power if he were the president of the United States, and the world would be a lot better off." —George W. Bush, second presidential debate, St. Louis, Mo., Oct. 8, 2004

"When a drug comes in from Canada, I wanna make sure it cures ya, not kill ya... I've got an obligation to make sure our government does everything we can to protect you. And one — my worry is that it looks like it's from Canada, and it might be from a third world." —George W. Bush, second presidential debate, St. Louis, Mo., Oct. 8, 2004

"I'm not the expert on how the Iraqi people think, because I live in America, where it's nice and safe and secure." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., Sept. 23, 2004

"Free societies are hopeful societies. And free societies will be allies against these hateful few who have no conscience, who kill at the whim of a hat." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., Sept. 17, 2004

"Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB-GYNs aren't able to practice their love with women all across this country." —George W. Bush, Poplar Bluff, Mo., Sept. 6, 2004

ok enough fun....at least he is humorous...
oh by the way i am totally moving to canada...they are so freaking nice and have great shit

Kerry--> 48.5% of us loved you!
Buy, Eat, Live Organic!
Save the Environment! http://www.happyhippie.com/articles/permaculture.htm
Give Peace a Chance!

Sadness Reigns

2004-11-04T15:44:00.000-05:00

Yesterday could have been one of the worst days of my life.

In the future when we look back on this election and I am POSITIVE that we will all bow our heads in shame and wonder what the F**K we were doing. When the ozone layer is completely depleted, the reinforced have been demolished, all fresh water is 50% mercury, and all countries worship "W" as their Allah....Maybe then we will realized that 51.5% of the US population was quite mistaken. Once the US has invaded every oil-laden country and thousands of civilians and US troops have been killed...Maybe then 51.5% might wonder what they were thinking. By the way, it has already been established that about 100,000 civilians (aka defenseless women, children, and senior citizens) have been murdered in Iraq...Too bad they weren't in Ohio to vote...

When fear and ignorance reigns...What happens to the rest of us?http://chrisevans3d.com/files/iq.htm (visit this site for proof)

When our population can no longer afford to send their children to PUBLIC school...When college tuition is only surmountable by the upper 5% of the population....and when intelligence is attributed to snotty, liberal, tree-hugging hippies...what will the 48.5% of us do?

What did the US population do when they voted for Nixon? Were there celebrations? Did they believe the safety of their nation was most secure in his hands? Did they think that Vietnam was the right war, at the right place, at the right time? Did they think that the environment was an expendable commodity to be exploited? My biggest concern is how could they ever go from JFK to Nixon? WHAT WERE THEY THINKING....Well I am guessing they weren't. They weren't critical of his motivations...They followed blindly.

The sheer ignorance is unquestionable...Then (and dare I say, now?)

I am positive that I am pissing a lot of people off right now. I am sure they think that I am the one mistaken. They may think I just need to vent and maybe that I am a sore loser. But when you look at the facts you will see the truth.

My theory for this absolute disaster (not too strong a word) is Karma. Our national Karma is indebted to far greater depths than our national monetary debt. We have terrorized country after country, we have all but demolished the indigenous Americans, and we have destroyed an entire ecosystem. I think we may have earned back a bit of our Karma with WWII....But there is much we continue to do in the opposite direction. So these past 4 years of W and the next 4 will be the bad karma coming back to collect what is owed. I am not a religious person but the Bible did say the weak shall inherit the earth (or something to that extent)...hmm that blows Americans out of the equation.....

JOHN KERRY--48.5% of us loved you!
2008--> our next chance :(

Buy, Eat, Live Organic!
Give Peace a Chance!
Save the Environment...there is only one!

Homeless...

2004-10-20T21:47:00.000-04:00

Jeff Foxworthy once said that the closest most people get to being homeless is that first singles apartment (but I don't know if that counts while your in college or when you graduate, I guess it depends how long you stay single). Well anyway, my experience of being homeless will be much closer than that. This weekend I am participating in a class project which consists of me and 15-16 other people in my class to live as a semi-homeless person would for the entire weekend. I say semi-homeless because we get to sleep in an apartment, but the quality of this location is most likely not one that I would choose on a daily basis. We have not yet found out what our duties will be this weekend and honestly I feel like a new member of Road Rules Challenge where I receive some extreme mission, only this time no money is involved. I do know that we will not be able to shower the entire weekend and for those of you who know me well know that this will be my biggest issue. I mean, really, I couldn't even shower at Cory's nor spend the night because I didn't have my own things and I wouldn't have felt adequately clean enough. So the plight of the 21 year old college girl continues...

On another issue (you know me...always mixing it up) I read another quote from Angela Steven's AIM profile (because I am so horribly cool that for entertainment I read everyone's profile and away message, thank God for the internet and Al Gore of course) and she said: "If you can't get something off your mind, most likely it is suppose to be there". Well the thoughts that dominate most of my thinking are not ones I want. If anyone has advice to their eradication, please fill me in. Maybe this weekend of homelessness will rid my mind of this son-of-a-gun and let me move the flip on. Why do girls torture themselves so relentlessly? Oh, heavens. I DON'T LIKE HIM!!!! maybe if I tell myself enough, I really will convince myself.

AV and I discussed boys the other day, you know like girls do. And I think I have figured out their entire gender mentality..here it is...the are super ultra-uncomplex. There it is right there...I have unlocked the key to the gender gap. Girls/Ladies/Women all sit and think too complexly (?) about the issue at hand and make it so much more complicated than is really necessary. There are no hidden agendas, or secret plans, or lies...boys just say what they say and don't really complicate it with any sort of cognitive processes. So when a boy says something or does something then that is all there is to it, don't read anymore into it.

Oh and now some outrage from jennifer leake...ok so CPE has a levy that is up for renewal on the ballots (by the way, vote yes. It doesn't raise taxes or change anything in your life at all, except maybe make society a tad bit more educated and literate). As long as CPE has ever had anything on the ballots UC has always supported them wholeheartedly (which we rightly should since we are all public education entities). Well this year UC is not supporting them for the simple reason of politics. There is one specific member on the Board of Directors of UC that is also the President of Cincinnati Business Community and he has convince our President (Nancy Zimpher) to not support the levy. Why? well good question. Either he enjoys small children learning in dilapidate buildings, he is mentally unstable, or he has evil political ideas. His thoughts are as follows ...if UC supports the levy, more people will get out to vote yes for the levy...maybe some who wouldn't have voted originally. These people who normally vote yes for levies MUST be democrats (which is so untrue and close-minded. I mean give republicans some respect) and if they do go to vote, they will probably vote for the president...and guess whom they would vote for? John Kerry (not that that is bad at all). This man would have none of this....so yes UC is not supporting a levy which entail a quarter of CPE's funding because one man is afraid his dear lil Bushie will get outed. How wonderful is CincinNASTI really?

Kerry-Edwards 2004
Buy, Eat, Live Organic!
Give Peace a Chance!
Save the Environment..there is only one.
Recycle.

Ode to Life

2004-10-18T23:24:00.000-04:00

YAY! Well, other than the wretchid weather of the 'nasti, this week is already off to a good start. This weekend was fun and I made good food (which if you know me at all, you know this is more than a mere task). But Saturday some hardships fell upon my life and I thought that Title 12 (aka bankruptcy) was dangerously close. Money freaking sucks, that is all there is to it. I am going to run away to my own private island and live there without any sort of monetary system. I will just be my own little organic farmer and produce whatever I need to survive. Ok, I think I am done with my tangent on the pure evilness of money and how it is demon-spawned. But I met with my advisor today and although she was not terribly useful, I did figure out the next 5 quarters of my life and I will graduate on time with a double major! Plus I don't really even have to take a terribly heavy courseload either! My six - ten year plan is falling into place! Don't you just love knowing that things might really work out!!!! If you don't know my current 6-10 year plan it is as follows: Graduate undergrad with a double BA in communications and political science in June of 2006. Then I will go to Graduate school for communications either at UCLA, UC-Berkeley, or NYU. Then AV (ashley vissing) and I are going to go to the PeaceCorps for 27 months (hopefully in Africa or Latin America). Then I will return and obtain my PhD and then become one sweet ass prof! Then after all of this I don't know, everything will be so perfect, some people may think that I should settle down and get myself a lil hubby and some chillens...but we will see, i really like independence...i will definetly get a dog though..they are so flippin cute!
Oh, AV and I watched sex and the city last night and i was seriously close to tears! Stupid Berger left Carrie! How can I ever land anyone if Carrie Bradshaw can't keep a man! I was so mad! Boys = dumb boobies.
I think that is enough for tonight, but as always...Kerry-Edwards 2004! Buy, Eat, Live Organic! Give Peace a Chance! Save the Environment! Love your family!

Kelly Clarkson Steals My Life Then Writes Songs About It

2004-10-17T22:37:00.000-04:00

Example #1
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I just stared out my window
Dreaming of a could-be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray
Trying not to reach out
But when I'd try to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I pray
I could breakaway
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky
I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away
And breakaway
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky
I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I loved
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging around wild indoors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway
I'll spread my wings
And I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway

Example #2
Love can be a many splendid thing
Has another joy you bring
A dozen roses
Diamond rings
Dreams for sale
And fairy tales
It’ll make you hear a symphony
And you’ll just want the world to see
But like a drunk that makes you blind
It’ll fool you every time
The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
Gets stronger then your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn’t care how fast you fall
And you can’t refuse the call
See you’ve got no say at all
Now I was just a once a fool it’s true
I played the game by all the rules
But now my world’s a deeper blue
I’m sadder but I’m wiser too
I swore I’d never love again
I swore my heart would never mend
Said love wasn’t worth the pain
But then I hear it call my name
The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
Gets stronger then your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn’t care how fast you fall
And you can’t refuse the call
See you’ve got no say at all
Every time I turn around
I think I’ve got it all
My heart keeps callin
And I keep on fallin
Over and over again
This set story always ends the same
Me standin in the pouring rain
It seems no matter what I do
It tears my heart in two
The trouble with love is (the trouble with love)
It can tear you up inside (it can tear you up in side)
Make your heart believe a lie (Make your heart believe a lie)
Gets stronger then your pride
(The trouble with love is) See your heart its in your soul
(It doesn’t care how fast you fall) You wont remember control
(And you can’t refuse the call)
See you’ve got no say at all
The trouble with love is
It can tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie

i demand some sort of compensation

3 Reasons that Gay Marriage Will Ruin Society and Should be Unconstitutional

2004-10-12T22:43:00.000-04:00

1) Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. Infertile couples and old people cannot get legally married because the world needs more children.
2) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children because straight parents only raise straight children.
3) Straight marriage will become less meaningful, since Britney Spears's 55-hour for fun marriage was meaningful.

Grow a brain! Then vote against any freaking constitutional amendment that would make it illegal for people in love to get married! Then vote Kerry-Edwards 2004 for a stronger brighter america where people could consider trusting their government! Then buy, eat, live organic! Save the environment...there is only one. Give Peace a Chance.

Lobsters: Their Direct Affect on the Degradation of My Life

2004-10-10T16:33:00.000-04:00

My life has become increasingly busy as the school year rolls onward. Although we have yet to reach the month marker, it seems as though i have lived twice that in these few weeks. With a full class work load (19 credit hours/7 classes), a part time job, a rocking social life, and the daily duties of a lady's life it seems as though i may never have much of a break. This isn't such a bother but it forces me to puch many things into the periphery. It may be quite clear to most of you that this bloggie has been one of those back burner items and to those who barely survive without some sort of intellectual stimulation i have prompted via entries... my deepest sympathies and apologies. Due to the lengthy leave of absence i have a great deal on my mind. Let's see how much i can adequately cover without inducing word overload hence a steaming brain of brettino.

The title of this entry may seem a bit weird to most of you, but if you are at all familiar with Friends you know what i am speaking of. Phoebe says that lobsters find mates for life and you can see them holding claws (?) around the fish tank at Red Lobster. She says that Ross and Rachel are each others' lobsters. Well this talk of finding lobsters began last weekend at a party on Flora. Due to my complete retardedness when it comes to the opposite sex, my friends told me to forget about one specific guy ( we will call him Cory, bc that is a pretty common androgynous name) and they told me to find my lobster. Well, hmm. So the conversation kinda went on with a drunken stupor (which is common at a party on flora i am sure) and i pinched my fingers together and said something about finding my lobster. How sincere i was about finding my lobster is an uncertainty, but looking back that night i would have been fine with finding Cory. Well the conversation ended soon after but came back with a vengeance yesterday over some Uno's pizza. Matty and i had to catch up since it had been a week since we had seen each other. Well to make a long story short-Matt thinks i am diliberately avoiding my lobster. He thinks i date mean guys (i.e. Cory) because i know they AREN'T my lobster. That way i will never fall in love and i will never get hurt or risk any of my life to some lobster. How right he is, i don't know. I suppose it makes some since, but it seems pretty mean of me to do that to myself. Well later last night i realized i have found my lobster, but he doesn't like girls. Then it all made since... this is divine intervention--i am not suppose to have a real lobster. fine Lord, FINE! so this pointless search (well i don't know how much searching i actually do, i kinda just sit here and type blogs...perfect way to find lobsters i guess) for the my soul-mate lobster will only leave me with heartache and despair. that is the direct affect of lobsters to the degradation of my life.

In other news, i think that it is funny in magazines that you take little quizzes and try to find out what kind of person you are. Like your entire personality can be determined depending on what you like to do on a rainy friday night (watch tv with your closest pals and eat icecream; go clubbing and hook up with every guy you encounter or; do some cross-stitching) or how your hair style directly correlates with the kind of guy you will marry.

I love Dave Matthews. Yeah i said it, i am one of those million trillion people that love him...and I LIKE IT! i just love some of his songs, i am not a freak that knows every word to every song he ever thought about writing...i just like some of them. Right now i am really into Oh and Stay or Leave from the Gravedigger album...if you haven't heard them download 'me and get on it! They are my favorite and i dance in my underwear to them at least once a day. Plus he really likes candy (listen to Oh, Angel, and Crash)...which i do too...i think we are long distance semi-lobster mates...if only he knew.

so on an ending note...if you like girls and would like to be my lobster...well maybe like call me...we can see... no promises but at least we could make out or something.

birthday and some other nonsense that i am infamous for

2004-09-23T22:59:00.000-04:00

so my poll is over...that was a long one! Congratulations adam smieszny...you killed the compition! we will have to wait to see you if you follow through i suppose ;)

it is weird that i am going to be 21 in 2.1324 days. that scares me. from my other blog entries it may be obvious that i am quite nervous with the possibility that some day i too will be a geriatric women wheeling around on a motorized cart with rainbow streamers and a horn- cusing at small children (wait i already do that!) while my perfectly primped poodle perches in my wire basket barking at every moving object. the thought of my life passing before me is frankly frightening. each day i lose part of this life and i can never get it back. i am scared what my life is doing. am i doing what i am suppose to do?

sometimes i think about the usefulness of the human race. have we done anything positive for this world? we may have great advances within our own species...but outside of it (frankly within it as well if you examine closely) we destroy every damn thing we touch...i do this...you do this...every single last one of us do. it is an inescapable truth. now each one of us may not do as much harm as others...but we all allow it to continue...we are all to blame. where is the damn lorax when you need him!

today on oprah a family that was held hostage in russia were the guests. i sat with my hand covering my mouth and tears streaming sporadically down my face. humans disgust me. what other creatures kill each other so mercilessly? what other creatures TORTURE each other???? torture...hmm...that is one of those words that we don't talk about that often..and if we do it is in a far away land like Iraq..and who cares about them anyway? they are trying to rip us off with their oil prices...kill all those bastards. (this was all sarcastic, duh.) not too long ago torture was the way of life for indigenous people in america....torture was a way of life by every indigenous people in every land as soon as europeans decided to conquer the world.

the woman on oprah was put in a very precarious situation...she had to decide if she should leave with her son and leave her daughter behind in the school..or if she should stay and all 3 would be killed...in the end they were extraordinarily lucky and all 3 lived to talk about the atrocities that the had witnessed and experienced. this situation is awful and i pray that no one ever experience it...but our history is worse. imagine watching as "frontier's men" bury your live baby up to its neck then see how far they can kick its head. imagine so called "christian missionaries" throwing your live baby to their hungry dogs. imagine watching as your village...your home...is pillaged...your family raped and killed. torture. imagine every acre you roam on (if you were a cute deer or squirrel) completely wiped out with one machine. imagine swimming in lead, oil, poo filled waters...your source of food, shelter, and livelihood. how would you feel...how do you feel? are you still proud to be what you are? i am ashamed of what this race has done. i am ashamed of what people do in the name of their government, their god, their pride. i am ashamed that i now live this life because of the suffering of hundreds of thousands. i am sickened that this still continues. honestly sick to my stomach.

for my birthday i want be a bird so i can fly far..far...far away.... (yeah then some NRA hot shot would probably gun me down just for fun...wow). humans have interesting forms of entertainment, eh?

this has been a rathering depressing blog entry...which is odd since my birfday is soon and school has started (which i love!!) but i want people to know we are disgusting..and nothing is going to change if WE DON"T DO IT!!! what are you doing to make the world better? ask yourself this right now...and think of a damn good answer...if you can't get, off your ass and do something..that is what i want for my birthday...

believe in something and stand strong.

vote kerry-edwards 2004

buy, eat, live organic.....the lil things can make a big difference

cleaning my room = nonsense

2004-09-19T22:05:00.000-04:00

this nonsense called organization has taken over the time i call my life. it has been nonstop for what seems to be my entire being here in cincinnati. it makes me tired. the worst part about moving and organizing is that it never seems to end. every box i open is full of more shite i didn't even know i had. all i want is a shower and beer...is that too much to ask?

an interesting phenomena since i have been back in the nasti is that i miss someone more now that i am back than i did the whole time i was in dc. maybe because they are more accessible now...or maybe just that there are memories here in the nasti with that particular person. who knows...all i know is that i hate missing people. it is lame.

i looked at my hs yearbook...i ran across it during my excessive organizing adventure....dang, it was fun in hs. life was easy....well maybe...i bet then i thought it was hard....i suppose my life isnt hard now either...i guess i just never had to move so much stuff. i miss my long hair...i dont think it will ever grow back.

i am sleepy now. moreso than ever before...i think this is the end...

vote kerry-edwards 2004

buy, eat, live organic!

For What It's Worth

2004-09-19T13:17:00.000-04:00

There's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear. There's a man with a gun over there, Telling me I got to beware. I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound ?Everybody look what's going down. There's battle lines being drawn. Nobody's right if everybody's wrong. Young people speaking their minds. Getting so much resistance from behind. I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down. What a field-day for the heat. A thousand people in the street, Singing songs and carrying signs. Mostly say, hooray for our side. It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down. Paranoia strikes deep. Into your life it will creep. It starts when you're always afraid. You step out of line, the man come and take you away. We better stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down. Stop, hey, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down. Stop, now, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down/ Stop, children, what's that sound? Everybody look what's going down.

Nobody's right if eveybody's wrong.....nobody....

"Do we think about nuclear devastation, or the wisdom of producing tons of plutonium, which is lethal even in microscopic doses for well over 250,000 years? Does global warming invade our dreams? In our most serious moments do we consider that industrial civilization has initiated the greastest mass extinction in the history of the planet? How often do we consider that our culture commits genocide against every indigenous culture it encounters? As one consumes the products manufactured by our culture is s/he concerned about the atrocities that make them possible?

We don't stop at these atrocities, because we don't talk about them. We don't talk about them, because we don't think about them. We don't think about them, because they're too horrific to comprehend. As trauma expert Judith Herman writes, 'The ordinary response to atrocities is to banish them from consciousness. Certain violations of the social compact ar too terrinle to utter aloud: this is the meaning of the word unspeakable'.

As the ecological fabirc of the natural world unravels around us, perhaps it is time that we begin to speak fo the unspeakable, and to listen to that which we have deemed unhearable".

-Derrick Jensen in A Language Older Than Words

something's happening here...

vagina and california

2004-09-08T17:58:00.000-04:00

i recently completed the vagina monologues and it was so fabulous! it was truly empowering, eye opening, heart-wrenching, and inspiring. it was a complation of interviews of women of all ages talking about "down there" ..excuse me...their vaginas.

gloria steinem wrote the prologue and well she is just great in general....her words moved me...her historic knowlegde of religions and how the patricharical control has altered what used to be sacred.

i think girls are the best...i may be biased but oh well. girls are prettier (me vs. matthew), funnier( ellen degeneress vs. tim allen), more compassionate ( princess di vs. her ex-hubby), and girls just rock!

eve (the author of the book) asked the interviewees what their vagina would wear if it could wear anything...mine would wear pink tap shoes and harry winston 2 carat princess cut diamond earrings...
*leave me a message of what yours would wear!*

***change of subject**

i leave for cali tonight...yay how much fun! so send me love via comments or call the new cellie!

as always...vote john kerry-john edwards 2004
buy, eat, live organic!

lots of love from this nasti girl!

farewell dear zanesvegas.....

2004-08-31T21:38:00.000-04:00

the time has come in my life to again say fare-thee-well to the beloved city of zanesville. the home of the zane greys (semi-pro baseball), the only Y-brigde in the universe, and me (of course!). the place i have called home for all 21 years of this wickedly exciting (ahem) life and tomorrow i am leaving (again). this time it is different though, this time is semi-super-semi permenant. since we have an apartment that has a 12 month lease i wont ever have to shack at my abode here for weeks when i am transitioning from internships or study abroads...i will simply move back to my cutie lil pink and orange room in the nasti!

**change of subject**

if you didnt have a reason to vote for john kerry...i have a new one for you...while listening to the republican convention (i am trying to give them a slight chance for any reason to not move to canada if bushie wins) and his dumbass daughters were on...omg could they be any more first grade? they totally made asses of themselves and drew more attention to Barbara Bush Sr...( which should never occur on national television..she looks like a horrid awful 800 year old man, it is kinda scary!) they were so terribly immature and silly. compared to the Kerry daughters they looked like (sorry to say this) but drunk lil sorority girls! it was so awful...i totally understand having fun in college and being young (heck i do it too) but if you are there representing our president (when i say 'our' i mean the supreme court) you should at least act like you are respectable person. They talked about 'being hip' (which saying hip may negate that), Sex and the City, and 'shaking the picture' (which i think is a rough allusion to Outkast). i think they also tried to give dubya a fatherly aura...well whatever... i just thought they seemed dumb and silly...so vote kerry...at least then the first children (?) will not be plastered on Esquire drunk and dancing naked in St. Topez.

**change of subject**

well that is all i have to say tonight...i miss the nasti...will i miss the ville? i doubt it...but maybe...who knows...a shriver voted republican in california.. i guess anything can happen at least once.

so as always vote kerry-edwards 2004 and buy, eat, live organic!

nasti girl

2004-08-29T21:47:00.000-04:00

after a wicked awesome weekend in the nasti it is undeniable...i am a nasti girl!!!! i felt so at home once i was there (although i stayed in matt's house...it was weird being naked in there!) but i loved driving around the ghetto, eating graeter's, and i can't forget the parties!

i went to three parties on friday night...starting with cory's...which i was a lil nervous to attend. i was accompanied by molly v, her boyle jacob, brad, and his roomie jason....so i had a strong crew...which is good when you are trying to make a good impression on your ex (kinda although we were never going out). i think it went quite well...i got drunk easily...and i think (think) i looked pretty cute that night. i mingled with the ppl that were there...i avoided cory...better to have him make the initial contact...he came and tapped me on the shoulder (which was cute) and asked me if i wanted a shot...i, of course, accepted. i think i handled the whole night well...i even talked to his new girl...and i just acted real chill...i am so cool (ha ha ha)

then we went to a party at barbara's house...it was sweet...lots of ppl and a cutie pa-tootie puppy that licked me a lot... once we left there i was so gone it was insane...but that happens to lil jennifer...so we were walking and some boy yelled for me to come to his party...so i accepted...dragging brad and jason along with...i don't really recall much happening there...i just told ppl to vote kerry! once we left there we went to Uncle Woody's (although it was last call..like we cared) and i saw the boy that lives in my house!!! so i gave him my number so he would come back and see the house after it has a woman's touch.

brad and jason pretty much carried me back to matthews...we sang lean on me...which was way cute..we ran into some lady and asked her if she wanted to join...she did...she told us she didnt have a name...so i said we would call her anne....she said that was her middle name...i dont remember...um well matt called...i wanted to get a shower but brad said no....so i passed out on the couch....mols woke me up at 12ish ....lol how fun!

so the nasti definetly rocks my freaking world...i am so excited to be back there in 2 days!!! holla! our house is going to rock...everyone come see it!

today while painting a lot of stuff for our house i heard that song by outkast...you know the camera one...shake it shake it....well you get the point....well he says the best thing... he says something to the extent of...nothing last forever, so what makes love the exception..good point Andre 3000 ...i just think ppl are silly and make up things all the time....

well i am tired and dirty and i don't know what else to say right now...just vote kerry-edwards 2004 and buy, eat, live organic!

much love to all my readers....kisses..oh yeah i am a nasti girl and i will proclaim it proudly to the world!!!!

i shouldn't write at night because it depresses me

2004-08-20T23:15:00.000-04:00

Hidey-ho folks! Sorry it has been such a long time since my last posting (living in ZanesVegas kills all of my writing inspirations). I have sat here many a night pondering the perfect topic to cover but alas my aspirations for the ideal subject never arose. After much persistence from my loyal fans I figured I should succumb to their desires and muster out some sort of eye catching, breath taking, soul shaking lil piece…you know nothing too extravagant. (This basically means I will just type whatever comes into my head and I hope it makes sense).

First of all I have decided that I am never having a wedding. They cost way too much and are it really worth it? I guess I will never know. I plan to fly to Acapulco and get married on the beach as the sun is setting. That is all I am going to say about that.

Second, is school EVER GOING TO START? I mean really!?!?! I probably sound like a lil first grader that just found out that they got the best dang gone teacher at Ritchey Elementary…but I really like school. I like to learn. (Please know I am not a dork, I think). Also with my 21st birthday so dangerously close the anticipation for the first week of school is especially strong. Plus there are hella many parties that week! Ashley V and I have already discussed our plans for that week. Hopefully nothing will fall through…man I can’t believe I am a FLIPPING JUNIOR in college. I really never thought I would be the old. I am starting to scare myself. I think like a grown up a lot of my life (compared to all the other 20 years). Let’s not discuss aging…I think it is the most horrible thing people do (other than kill each other, litter, pollute, hate, and infringe on human/animal rights).

Third, if you are reading this you freaking better vote for John Kerry. If not I will kinda hate you. And by hate I mean kill.

Fourth, I realized that it has been a really long time since I kissed a boy and that saddens me. So everyone pitch in and get me BZ for my birfday!

Fifth, since I have been in ZanesVegas I have been having lots of weird dreams about people I either never see or rarely see. I had a dream about Brian Little who graduated in 1999 and I probably haven’t seen him since then. And um let’s see…..Brian and Cory Wilson, Kim Howard, and Abbey Melshiemer. Plus I was really excited to see all of these people. That is weird. OMG and there was a part of dream where this woman left her baby and I offered to take it….WHAT THE FLIP? I hate babies.

Sixth, the only way I can remember the Columbus Airport code is from my seventh grade boyfriend’s initials….Chad Michael Hawley.

Seventh, I need to figure out how I trick some guys into thinking I am attractive and how most the times the guys that I want to think that I am attractive don’t think that. Plus the ones that think I am don’t matter. Not that they don’t matter in my overall scheme of life, just they don’t matter because I would never date them (i.e. Brett Albert, Matt Steinbrenner, and Brad Pitt). Or as Brett so kindly mentioned, because they would never date me….and he said I wasn’t ugly…never said I was attractive …he is such a brat.
Eighth, I think my whole life is insatiable. I am never satisfied by much. There is always better. That is frustrating. I will never trick a guy into spending his life with me. Who would want to? I am so anal retentive and compulsive and controlling and smoking hot.

Ninth, I think I must be the ugly friend or the fat one or the something one that no one ever likes. Because I think about it and all my friends either have boyfriends that like them A LOT or ex’s that like them a lot…umm unless Josh or Cory are hiding something from me ( which is incredibly doubtful) I am alone in this world.

Tenth, Matt said I should tell you how I am decorating our house (not matt and me…my roommates and me). Well it is a cute Victorian mansion and Molly V, Ashley V, Melissa C, and I are all renting half of the second floor and the entire third floor (that is how the landlord divided up the house). I am living in the biggest room… it is wicked sweet…I am paying more though. I am painting my ceiling this orangey tangerine color…then have pinky magenta accents with the lampshades. The living room is already yellow and the dining room is red… we are going with pink in the downstairs restroom and green in the upstairs one. The kitchen will be a blue. I think it will look really sweet and collegey…

Eleventh, just to reiterate…I hate growing up.

Blasted Relationships

2004-08-11T10:08:00.000-04:00

I am constantly reminded of my inability to sustain a meaningful relationship with a person of the opposite sex. Some (mostly my close friends and mam) say it is the boys (which I think is appropriate to call them…not men) that I date. But wouldn’t this simply re-assert a personal character flaw on my part? Wouldn’t this just further prove that I have a deep seeded incapability of choosing a compatible partner? I think so.
I know that every single reason why none of my relationships have endured is because of misjudgment on my account. For some reason the ideal images I have of my relationship (at the occurring time) never seems to be what it really is. I am swept away by the attention and drama …then I forget there is another person involved in this parade. I am dancing around, floating in this little world I have created in my mind…then a black cloud (ahem…the boy) crashes my into my sunshine. Some ridiculous reason to interrupt the joy I was creating…like I didn’t come to see him EXACTLY when he wanted me to, or I didn’t care he won a new iPod, or I threw up in his house one too many times…things that really no normal human would care to even think of. He bothers me and he forgets the reason I am in this relationship with him (clearly for my own pleasures…such as sweet hookups at parties or cute arm candy). He isn’t suppose to complain…just be there for me to spoon (how trying is this responsibility?)
Now I know exactly what you are thinking, you are thinking how immature and self-centered I am about relationships. You are thinking that I am going about this completely the wrong way and hence my problems with relationships again fall right upon my own lap (or heart, dare we say). Well I have to concur with your assumptions. You have hit the nail on the head…congratulations you win nothing (because you are suppose to be my friend and love me and know this is all a lie! YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIES!) Anyway…this is true. Many of my ‘relationships’ are merely vehicles for my own self-centered desire for attention. But the cursed way of life (you tricky s.o.b.) always gets me in the end (karma, my dear friends, is a bitch). Then I end up liking the dumb boy (dumber, dumber me). This spirals into an even worse situation than before (the one where he pesters me) because now there is more to lose than just my arm candy at a sweet party. This sucks. I WANT THE POWER! Dang it.
Over the summer I have learned many a thing about this crazy thing we call life. Other than how to make instant noodles without a measuring cups, how to take the redline to yellowline and how to walk back to the redline, and how to appear busy at work…I have discovered a great deal about myself. Leaving college was rough this year fore I was a heartbroken lil filly. But this happens to the best of us and I tried to take it like a champ (how does a champ take heartbreak, well I guess if you are Mike Tyson you punch the heartbreaker…seemed a bit violent for my style though). So I did the only thing I could…I pondered my capabilities, my characteristics, my actions…then I analyzed his actions and what he had said. I figured out nothing from this other than the fact that I am dumb a lot of my life. How can I be so blind to all the signs…whichever direction they point? Then I referred myself back to paragraph 2 and realized what had happened…oh well you win some you lose some.
Eventually I gave up on trying to decode the encrypted messages of my past relationships and have now focused my energy on the future (hmmm what exactly does this mean?). My future…. what an interesting concept. I have always made goals for my future and sometimes I plan on Wednesday what I am going to do on Saturday, but other than that I kinda ride the wild winds of spontaneity. Whenever I do make plans for my future (by this I mean a month in advance) it seems like it is just a dream and somehow it will never come true. There will be some freak accident and I will die before I have the chance to execute my plans. Due to this stubborn fact I have decided it is in my best interest to not plan ahead. (ok when did this become a blog about my future?) The point of all of this is: I, Jennifer E. Leake, am not going to worry about failed relationships of my past. Phew…that was rough even just to type.
I have also made the executive decision, which shall be implemented over the next few years, that I am open to having…(omg I am really going to say this) a “serious relationship” (what does this mean, honestly I am not sure). To me this means that there is a possibility that I will try to date someone with a more selfless kind of prerogative. (What has happened to me? What has this city done to me…I think this might be a sign I am growing up. NO!!!) The possibility of dating someone for longer than a quarter plus this on again off again stuff doesn’t count either.
Editor’s note: I am not getting married anytime soon (possibly not at all) so a serious relationship just means longer than a quarter of school and all that jazz that comes with ‘serious relationships,’ although I have no idea what that is.
I have to be finished with the blog now for several reasons. 1) I have other work to complete. 2) I am starting to creep myself out. 3) Number 2 is really the main reason. So, this is Jennifer E. Leake (aka the coolest first floor liver) signing off until next time. As always Kerry-Edwards 2004 and Buy, Eat, Live Organic!

Things that Never Cease to Amaze Me

2004-08-03T20:17:00.000-04:00

1. That no matter how earlier I go to bed, if I wake up before 10:30 I am tired ALL day.

2. People refuse to learn from movies. Granted many are meaningless wasted time when we allow our brains to run on auto-drive, but there are lessons to be learned. Even though the US population spends bajillions of dollars to escape reality they some how forget to connect it to real life. Life is about living; learning to make life better; enjoying all life has to offer--> so why in the world would you not take these idealistic, oversimplistic 'messages' from movies and at least give a little effort to apply them to real life. If you are too self-involved or too literal or just plain dim here are a few lessons I have learned in movies...please apply as soon as possible.
- If you don't talk with a family member for a long long time they will die and you will be sad that you never talked to them. Then you will be even more messed up than you were before. So talk to your parents and love them. At least they produced you.
- If you don't tell the person you love that you do in fact love them (romantically) they will date other people. Finally when you get the courage to tell them they will yell at you and say "See Harry you go and do this..and you make it...you make it impossible for me to hate you." Then you will get married a couple months later and have a nice coconut cake with a rich chocolate syrup on the side (because not everyone likes it on the cake). NOT! I wish...then all the guys I have wanted (or currently want, wink wink) I would have married by now and had some cake! What we do need to take from this is...HAVE COURAGE...life may not turn out like 'When Harry Met Sally' but at least you tried and who knows...people usually get married.
-When animals die it is really really sad.
- Being hateful never gets anyone anywhere. Don't be racist... get to know people as an individual first and foremost because that is what you would want them to do for you. Don't be sexist...girls hate that! Don't be a republican...i dislike that (just kidding just kidding *well sorta).
-DO NOT EAT FAST FOOD...easy.
- if life were a musical it would be so much more fun...(sometimes i pretend it is...then all the people on the metro look at me weird).

3. Life is really really funny and too many people take it serious and that makes me laugh even more. For example...funny life...um...ok i am stealing this from brett from Catch-22...it said something about how odd it is that in his divine creation God gave us tooth decay and body odor. God likes to laugh too! Why else would people trip over outlets on the wall (joel lanning in geometry) or would people get 4 inch splinters in their fingers while throwing sticks at peacocks (jay umbleby jr. prom)? Why would i trip over my flip flop every 5 steps? Why would monkeys have blue bums (I mean really, what is the point)? Life isn't meant to be serious...as Van Wilder said... we never get out alive. I think if anything we should expoit this right to a funny life. There are several reasons why. One, for example, if you like doing drugs (like cocaine) well when you laugh it releases the same chemicals in your brain as snorting some illegal powder. Heck, laughing is way cheaper. (It is quite sad that some people take life either so serious or so sad that they have to have a chemical to make them feel like they are laughing).Two laughing also burns a bunch of calories. Three it raises your endorphins to make you happy long after your laughing spell. I think it is funny when people get mad about dumb things...oh lordy....i think that napoleon dynamite might be the funniest movie ever. when someone says "TINA, you fat lard, come eat your dinner!" to a llama...well you have a blockbuster on your hands.

4. Living with people increases their annoying traits. i won't say anything else about it...but i love my sister so much more now!

5. Joni Mitchell is so right.. you don't realize what you have until it's gone. So farmer take away your DDT i don't care about spots on my apples just leave me the birds and the bees! I haven't lost anyone that has been super close and super influential on my life and i am so grateful for that. But everyday i see our world vanishing. Our business industry is destroying vast amounts of forests, polluting once clear water, and murdering thousands of defenesless animals (refer to movie lesson #3). I see (in the newspaper) people dying from car bombs, AIDS, and war. How much longer can the human race sustain these conditions?

6. For some reason people love to destroy things. it breaks my heart. it amazes me that people think that is ok. How can people kill visionaries as MLK or RFK or Licoln? I wish the world could have had the oppurtunity to experience what these men had to offer. I wish I could have lived in that world. That leaves it to me...I will do it.

7. Somehow all nasty smells wind up in my nose. How is that? Can't they go into the air any faster without me having to breathe them in for 45 seconds (45 seconds that even my soul aches)?

8. I never get sick. NEVER. Then ONE time i am around (closely) with someone who is sick. I think to myself "I never get sick, NEVER. I can kiss him like once. Plus he was only sick for like 2 days...if for some reason I do get it, it won't be long." Phish..yeah right... I AM SICK FOR 2 WEEKS! Isn't that like mono or something..I mean really. Somedays I knew it was the end...of my life that is...i used so many rolls of free Turner TP (to blow my nose) that they thought we were high school cheerleaders the night before the homecoming game!

9. Just when you think that your work couldn't get any more monotonous or boring it does. So let's say for example you haven't had anything to do at all, so you go along your way checking your email every 15 minutes, writing blogs, and doing shite for your portfolio. THEN they come to you and say..."Hey could you help me with this mailing?" And you think "wow, this is a God send to end this tyranny." Then they say, "Oh you need to fax this." aklfdjaklsdfj <--- that is what your brain does. The DAMN fax machine is the biggest piece of you know what since they invented the Geo Metro. IT DOESN'T WORK! You might as well hand deliver all the damn faxes while riding on a moss covered snail in alaska. jdksljfkasdljflka<-- there it is again, the death of your soul. The demolition of all human sanity. You never realized exactly how much you could hate an inate object until you met that damn fax machine. * This is a true story (until now)* So you take your lil fax machine to lunch with you. You happen to work in Dupont Circle, where the metro esclator is especially steep and one happens to be out of service... The funeral for P.O.S. Fax will be held tomorrow evening at the Fed Ex on 25th and Congress. All are invited, yet few will show.

10. People like NASCAR. Isn't that just so weird. Go out to I-70, cars go by there too. Hey while you are out there pick up some trash (and i don't mean those NASCAR divas either).

11. No matter how much I listen to Counting Crows, Jason Mraz, Maroon 5, or Josh Kelly I NEVER GET SICK OF THEM! i would marry them...and have cake...i think with the syrup on the cake though...the bride should get her way.

12. I just know if I would have been in Zanesville to see John Kerry and Ben Affleck, Ben Affleck would have fallen in love with me and gave me that pretty ring and paid for my college and made out with me whenever i wanted. oh...fate you work in twisted, wicked awful ways.

13. Reality shows could not be any cheesier! OMG I watched the second to last episode of Outback Jack. (Why, you may be asking yourself. Well there is one tv in this apartment and currently I don't have control over the remote. Actually the only time i do is when one particular roommate dislodges her arse off the couch.) Well, I just couldn't help but laugh out loud to this episode. This girl was BAWLING because Jack (which isn't even his real name and she probably doesn't even know that) didn't choose her to go on with the 'adventure.' I was like.."you have got to be kidding me" everyone knows these shows are set up and fake! You knew you were sending your stupid arse to the outback as a GAME as entertainment to lifeless numbskulls that are too febble to have their own lives. You don't really fall in love. You aren't suppose to. DUH! I was just laughing and that particular remote-nazi roommate was SO involved. I was like OMG. Please give me a freaking break. A drag queen fashion show is less fake than this! ok this is getting dirrrrrrty. i will stop ranting.

Ok so I think I have written enough for one blog. I hope you learned a little and laughed a lot...if not just lie and tell me that you did. But I would like to leave you the lyrics of one of my new favorite songs. Brett Micheal (ha ha like the guy from Poision) and I saw Fountains of Wayne 2 saturdays ago and they played this and I LOVED IT...here are the lyrics....oh and it is dedicated to my mam...Julie...how fitting....

Working all day for a mean little man

With a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan

He's got me running 'round the office like a dog around a track

But when I get home, You're always there to rub my back

Hey Julie, Look what they're doing to me

Trying to trip me up

Trying to wear me down

Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it

And I'd never make it through without you around

Hours on the phone making pointless calls

I got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all

Sometimes I catch myself staring into space

Counting down the hours 'til I get to see your face

Hey Julie, Look what they're doing to me

Trying to trip me up Trying to wear me down

Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it

And I'd never make it through with out you around

No, I'd never make it through with out you around

How did it come to be that you and I must be

Far away from each other every day?

Why must I spend my time Filling up my mindWith facts and figures

that never add up anyway?They never add up anyway

Working all day for a mean little guy

With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie

He's got me running 'round the office

Like a gerbil on a wheel

He can tell me what to do

But he can't tell me what to feel

Hey Julie,Look what they're doing to me

Trying to trip me up

Trying to wear me down

Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it

And I'd never make it through with out you around

No, I'd never make it through without you around

Results of July 2004 Poll

2004-07-28T10:54:00.000-04:00

Thanks to all of the 14 viewers that took the time to vote on my poll "Pick My Hubby." If you didn't look at the results they were as follows:
The majority winner was ME with 5 votes. Congratulations I will marry Me!
Second place was tied between Orlando Bloom and Adam Sandler, so if for any reason Me can not fulfill his duties as my husband there will be a battle to the death between Adam and Orlando for my love.
Third place goes to No-one, you stink heads! Why would you vote for that? Well, if Me can not fulfill his duties and Orlando and Adam both die I will marry no-one.
Fourth place goes to Justin Timberlake..um I doubt no-one will fulfill their obligations so it will go straight to Justin!
No one voted for Johnny Depp, I guess he is a little old. Oh well. He can be the best man I guess.

So Me, you can claim your prize in 2010. The Grand Prize includes: One average girl that is REALLY cool, ambitious, opinionated, a horrid cook, and expensive. An all expensives paid (with your credit card) trip to any west coast beach for a romantic wedding in the surf at sunset. Please send your name, address, phone number, picture, and 2004 bank statements to Jennifer Leake!

As always...Kerry-Edwards 2004....Live, Eat, Buy Organic! oh check out the newest poll!

A Long Long One

2004-07-27T12:48:00.000-04:00

The meaning of life is creative love. Not love as an inner feeling, as a private sentimental emotion, but love as a dynamic power moving out into the world and doing something original.
- Tom Morris, from his book 'If Aristotle Ran General Motors'

I really liked this quote that appeared on my excite homepage, so I thought I would share it with everyone. I think it is interesting how one man can state something that most of the human race tries to figure out their entire lives. Although I don’t agree with him completely, I am sure some under-opinionated people may concur with his thought.

In my humble opinion I think the meaning of life is creating meaning in life. I think this is an assemblage of following in the “Jewish Carpenter’s” way of life while adapting that to the struggles we face today. It is helping those who cannot help themselves. It is making choices as without any preconceived notions that we have accumulated over our life. We should make decisions as if our lives could have been the opposite (because honestly they could have, everything about the situation we are in is purely chance. Some of us got a good hand and others may have received a tougher one, but in the end we all must find a way to make that work for us). It is making decisions that help people. Sometimes we have the power to make choices for those who cannot and we need to keep that in mind. Today, more than any other in my life and for many of us, is a historic period where the world is in moral chaos and destruction has been accepted as a fact of life. Well I won’t stand for it and neither should any of you. As powerless as we may feel, we have power that most of the world only dreams of obtaining. WE CAN CHANGE THIS COUNTRY and THIS WORLD. Having power is not the same as the power to use it. It is deciding when, where and how that is truly the power. I call all of you that read this to take the time on November 2nd to ROCK THE VOTE! It is clear I am as democratic as they get, but regardless of party affiliations get your arse of the couch and use the power my grandfather fought for in WWII.

It has been quite some time since I have blogged and I am sorry for all the frustrated visitors that haven’t been graced with any of my infinite wisdom (wink wink). So in this episode it would be my honor to fill you in with a ton of info that has been running through my mind like the bulls at Pamplona. The 4 subjects I am covering are as followed: the Presidency, Dr. Suess, The Glass Menagerie, and finally The Corporation. I feel this may be a long blog so I will title each one so you can just scroll to whatever suits your fancy at the time. Hopefully you will get the chance to read each one, if not I hope you enjoy the decision you make!

The Presidency
The time has arrived again in this nation to decide what path we should pursue. Should we follow the same course of the past four years or should we take the chance with a newbie and face the uncertainty that will bring? It is clear my opinion and this entry is not a meek effort to change anyone’s opinion. But this is an effort to make us ask for what we want. And I think it is time we do this because it is our right, our privilege, our power to do so.
When I make comments such as “Kerry-Edwards 2004,” “Trim Your Bush ’04,” and the like I am rebutted with comments like “Neither candidate it good” blah blah blah. I hate to tell everyone this but we aren’t ever going to like any of the candidates. They will never meet the image each individual has created in their head. I know that no one meets my requirements (other than my perky lil self) so I know that is probably true for everyone else. I think we are dealing with an issue that all nations and all times have faced; we just have to pick the lesser of two evils.
Now that I have confronted that demon, let me expand by giving solutions that all parties, people, and small cutie pa-tootie lil puppies would all agree on. We need a leader that straightens out our priorities. They have been skewed for so long and they need a major re-alignment. If your car ain’t driving well you don’t ignore it and think it will get better. You don’t create rules for your car to follow when it is broke then not give it the money to repair itself or follow these rules. So why in God’s green (well not so green anymore with Bush’s cut on environmental issues and the expansion of the hole in the Ozone layer due to his less restricted pollution laws) Earth would we do that with our government? The No Child Left Behind Act is empty rhetoric with an even emptier bank account. Homeland Security is a joke when only 7 part-time police officers cover the Oregon border and the possibility of cutting more officers (even in NYC!) is looming in the future. The War on Terrorism had success in Iraq (if you only look at it by getting Sadam out of power. If you look at the total chaos, violence, and anarchy of Iraq, there clearly is not success) but we haven’t even found Osama Bin Laden, the true leader of the terrorist community.
Last night at the Democratic National Convention former President Jimmy Carter said ”We [America] can not lead if our leaders mislead.” He also said “ We [Americans] can not be true to ourselves if we mistreat others.” Here is a little news flash for everyone: AMERICA DOES NOT KNOW EVERYTHING! We can NOT go into other countries we are ignorant of and think we can make them a happy little Sandy Gables that fulfills our every oil need. Of course we are powerful and sometimes countries that are weak need a big brother to help fight the enemy. But the enemy is not the undereducated populace. The enemy is UNDEREDUCATION! We should know, we fight it right here in our own land. These people in other countries (and in our own to some extent) are surrounded by destruction, violence, and agony their entire lives. They don’t even have hope for better things; they just want to survive this day to make it to the next. They need to opportunity to take pride in something of their own construction; they deserve the right to create their own government. America proclaims to spread democracy, but the way we do it lately is not the way W. Wilson envisioned 80 years ago. Democracy by definition is a government of the people. Explain to me how Colin, Dubya, and Condy writing up Iraq’s constitution is a democracy?
Another priority that needs IMMEDIATE attention is education. I have already dripped bits of this into the past priority but it deserves its own section. A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to meet Representative Kucinich (D-OH, district 10) that ran for Democratic Presidential Candidate. He said the most profound statement about education. “The Pentagon has a budget of $478 billion and education has $3-4 billion. What would happen if we turned these two around? What kind of world would we live in? I think we need to stop putting so much money into thing that DESTROY and more into things that CREATE.” We are created in the image of our Holy Father who loved to create beautiful, miraculous, spectacular things. Life is about creation not destruction. Why do we refuse our Father so? We need to build more bridges and fewer walls. Until there is no life left in this earthly body I will stick by the belief that education is our cure all on this Earth (probably in the afterlife I will too…find me with Plato and Aristotle). There was a great bumper sticker the other day it said something to the effect of “This country will be a great place when schools are fully funded and the Air Force has to have a bake sale to buy bombs”. Humor too is a fabulous entity for life.
I think that maybe I have beat that issue into the ground for now. I will end with Kerry-Edwards 2004 and Trim Your Bush ’04!

Dr. Seuss Part Duex
On a much lighter note Dr. Seuss…the fabulous author that was the muse for my previous entry. I just wanted to point out a few other contributions he made to my generation. 1) The ability to create crazy off the wall words! I love to make up words and I hear new ones everyday. I attribute that to him, with his Bar-ba-loots and Sneetches! 2) The power of understanding. With his story of the Star Bellied Sneetches and the Plain Belly Sneetches he encapsulated the inferiority complex of people. Two types of Sneetches populate Sneetchland: the Star Belly Sneetches, born with a yellow star on their stomachs, and the Plain Belly Sneetches, born with no stars. The Star Belly Sneetches flaunt their belly stars as proof of their superiority and refuse to mix with the "inferior" Plain Bellies. They snub them at every occasion and prohibit their Star Belly children from playing with lain Belly kids. The Plain Belly Sneetches, for their part, feel inferior to the Star Belly Sneetches and envy them their belly star status symbols. Everything changes when a clever man named McBean arrives with his Star-On-Off machine. The Plain Belly Sneetches eagerly pay him to put stars on their bellies so they can join the ranks of the "superior" Star Bellies. This infuriates the Star Bellies, who can no longer tell the "good" Sneetches from the "bad", since everyone now has belly stars. They therefore get together and decide that not having belly stars is the new "in" status symbol, and pay McBean to take off their belly stars. Next follows a crazy on-again, off-again race as the Star Belly Sneetches run through McBean's machine to add or take off stars and the Plain Belly Sneetches keep imitating them. Finally, both Star Bellies and Plain Bellies run out of money and McBean drives off with their cash, laughing, "You can't teach a Sneetch." By this time, no one can tell who's a Star Belly or Plain Belly any longer. On the last page, the Sneetches decide to abandon their silly status games and to treat each other as friends and equals, vowing never again to discriminate against others who look different. This man rocks my world! Also check out The Butter Battles it is really inspirational as well.
The Glass Menagerie
Friday night Brett and I went to the Kennedy Center for the Arts and saw the AWESOME Sally Field in The Glass Menagerie. The play was really well done, the set was decent, and the acting was absolutely sensational. But overall I wasn’t swept away by this tragically depressing play. For those of you who don’t know, it is about a family during the depression that is faced with adversity in the form of a handicapped daughter, a stubborn southern belle mama, and a dreamy wishful thinking son. Afterward when Brett and I left the theatre we chatted about our thoughts and feelings of the play. My taste in arts is quite different from Brett’s, which was clear as we debated the value of the play in our lives. I argued that it was depressing and semi-pointless to see a play that left me with despair and hopelessness. He argued that we need these sorts of things in our lives to grow emotionally. Now the longer we discussed I am sure the more shallow I appeared. I am the sorta girl that wants to see beauty, hope, inspiration…Thoroughly Modern Millie and the like. I think there is enough desperation in the world that my escapes shouldn’t focus on that. Maybe I just see more sadness on a daily basis or maybe I think about it more, either way I don’t think I was wrong (would I ever?).
Later the more I thought about the play the more I disliked the messages it sent. It bothered me to no end that the women were weak, dependent, and overly, disgustingly self-conscious. This aspect of the times could be true, but I highly doubt it. Any time our country is in despair it is the women behind the scenes holding everything together. We may seem emotional at times but we are strong and stable. Women will take up any task and do it well. I just think this play totally misrepresented the strength of women. I will leave it at that.

The Corporation
Sunday night Brett and I went and saw the documentary film The Corporation. Although long and sometimes tedious this movie was for the most part good. But we both agreed it left us feeling powerless and hopeless (two feeling I tend to avoid). It was about Corporations and how they are slowly destroying the world. I have never supported big business and now more so than ever. Of course I have a solution, I always do. It is not to get rid of all business that are corporate or even to ban use of their products. My solution is to give these businesses a face. Someone needs to be responsible for what these companies do. Someone deserves the blows and that someone is not our citizenry. If a business is corporate then when something bad happens all the leaders get punished equally. We deserve news that is accurate and unbiased to any company. We are selling our souls and the prices are dwindling (just like our economy).
How do we accomplish my solution? Well I am only 20.5 years old so I don’t have all the answers (although here in DC you have to act like you do). But I have a few ideas. First we need to write up laws that take away to right of corporations to be by law a human being. They currently have this right and it is giving them the space to do horrible things without the human like consequences brought on by our conscious or even the law. Next, we need to make stricter laws about sustainability, pollution, and (most importantly) human rights. If you pollute you pay us big bucks. If you pollute you clean that shite up. If you hurt people you go to jail. If you take away rights, we do the same to you…pray you get roomed with Martha. If you own factories in other countries but are based here in the US, you follow all the wage laws, human rights laws, and workers right that we have here in the US. No more thirty cents a day, your employees get the same pay universally. You take jobs out of the US; you pay more taxes to bring your goods back here. If you take measures to corral pollution we will give you a tax break. You make your business completely sustainable, tax cut. I think businesses only understand money, so we will take it way if you are bad and we will give you more if you are good. Easy. Someone call the president I figured it all out!
One last note, in the movie they showed how some dairy farmers use this antibiotic on their cows and we all know it is really bad for humans to consume antibiotics but this is really bad. The grossest part is sometime the cow’s utters get infected and puss gets into the milk. So for the love of all that is holy and good at least buy organic milk! The FDA says that for it to be legally organic and bear the seal of organic it mustn’t use any antibiotics. It only cost about a dollar more a half-gallon; don’t you think you are worth it?

The End
Good Heavens! I covered all my topics and it only took 5 pages single-spaced! YAY! Well thanks for reading and remember: Buy, Eat, Live Organic! Kerry-Edwards 2004!

The Lorax

2004-07-18T17:41:00.000-04:00

Our generation was lucky to have a wonderful author, Dr. Sues, to put goodwill into our hearts and our minds. It hasn't been any books that I have read in the past few years or any classes I have taken in college, it was the Lorax I read when I was probably 5 that made me anti-big business and thoughtful toward the environmnet. God Bless this man!
Let us all follow the wisdom of the Lorax before things get too late! Recylce! Eat Organic! Vote Democrat!

For your pleasure, take a nostaglic moment and read it for yourself!

Lorax
By Dr. Seuss

At the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows and no birds ever sing excepting old crows...is the Street of the Lifted Lorax.
And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say, if you look deep enough you can still see, today, where the Lorax once stood just as long as it could before somebody lifted the Lorax away.

What was the Lorax? Any why was it there? And why was it lifted and taken somewhere from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows? The old Once-ler still lives here. Ask him. He knows.
You won´t see the Once-ler. Don´t knock at his door. He stays in his Lerkim on top of his store.

He stays in his Lerkim, cold under the roof, where he makes his own clothes out of miff-muffered moof. And on special dank midnights in August,he peeks out of the shutters and sometimes he speaks and tells how the Lorax was lifted away. He´ll tell you, perhaps...if you´re willing to pay.

On the end of a ropehe lets down a tin pail and you have to toss in fifteen cents and a nail and the shell of a great-great-great-grandfather snail.
Then he pulls up the pail, makes a most careful count to see if you've paid him the proper amount.
Then he hides what you paid him away in his Snuvv, his secret strange hole in his gruvvulous glove. Then he grunts, I will call you by Whisper-ma-Phone, for the secrets I tell you are for your ears alone.
SLUPP Down slupps the Whisper-ma-Phone to your ear and the old Once-ler´s whispers are not very clear, since they have to come down through a snergelly hose, and he sounds as if he had smallish bees up his nose. Now I´ll tell you, he says, with his teeth sounding gray, how the Lorax got lifted and taken away...It all started way back...such a long, long time back...

Way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean, and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space...one morning, I came to this glorious place. And I first saw the trees! The Truffula Trees!The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees! Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.
And under the trees, I saw Brown Bar-ba-loots frisking about in their Bar-ba-loot suits as they played in the shade and ate Truffula Fruits.
From the rippulous pond came the comfortable sound of the Humming-Fish humming while splashing around.
But those trees! Those trees! Those Truffula Trees! All my life I´d been searching for trees such as these. The touch of their tufts was much softer than silk. And they had the sweet smell of fresh butterfly milk.
I felt a great leaping of joy in my heart. I knew just what I´d do! I unloaded my cart.
In no time at all, I had built a small shop. Then I chopped down a Truffula Tree with one chop. And with great skillful skill and with great speedy speed, I took the soft tuft. And I knitted a Thneed!
The in stand I´d finished, I heard a ga-Zump!I looked. I saw something pop out of the stump of the tree I´d chopped down. It was sort of a man. Describe him?...That´s hard. I don´t know if I can.
He was shortish. And oldish. And brownish. And mossy. And he spoke with a voice that was sharpish and bossy.
Mister! he said with a sawdusty sneeze, I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues. And I´m asking you, sir, at the top of my lungs--he was very upset as he shouted and puffed--What´s that THING you´ve made out of my Truffula tuft?
Look, Lorax, I said. There´s no cause for alarm. I chopped just one tree. I am doing no harm. I´m being quite useful. This thing is a Thneed. A Thneed´s a Fine-Something-That-All-People-Need! It´s a shirt. It´s a sock. It´s a glove. It´s a hat. But it has other uses. Yes, far beyond that. You can use it for carpets. For pillows! For sheets!Or curtains! Or covers for bicycle seats!The Lorax said, Sir! You are crazy with greed. There is no one on earth who would buy that fool Thneed!

But the very next minute I proved he was wrong. For, just at that minute, a chap came along, and he thought that the Thneed I had knitted was great. He happily bought it for three ninety-eight. I laughed at the Lorax, You poor stupid guy!You never can tell what some people will buy.
I repeat, cried the Lorax, I speak for the trees!
I´m busy, I told him.Shut up, if you please. I rushed ´cross the room, and in no time at all, built a radio-phone. I put in a quick call. I called all my brothers and uncles and auntsand I said, Listen here! Here´s a wonderful chance for the whole Once-ler Family to get mighty rich! Get over here fast! Take the road to North Nitch. Turn left at Weehawken. Sharp right at South Stich.
And, in no time at all, in the factory I built,the whole Once-ler Family was working full tilt. We were all knitting Thneeds just as busy as bees, to the sound of the chopping of Truffula Trees.
Then...Oh! Baby! Oh! How my business did grow! Now, chopping one treeat a time was too slow.
So I quickly invented my Super-Axe-Hackerwhich whacked off four Truffula Trees at one smacker. We were making Thneeds four times as fast as before! And that Lorax?... He didn´t show up any more.
But the next week he knocked on my new office door. He snapped, I´m the Lorax who speaks for the trees which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please. But I´m also in charge of the Brown Bar-ba-loots who played in the shade in their Bar-ba-loot suits and happily lived, eating Truffula Fruits. NOW...thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground,there´s not enough Truffula Fruit to go ´round. And my poor Bar-ba-loots are all getting the crummies because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies!
They loved living here. But I can´t let them stay. They´ll have to find food. And I hope that they may. Good luck, boys, he cried. And he sent them away.
I, the Once-ler, felt sad as I watched them all go. BUT...business is business! And business must grow regardless of crummies in tummies, you know.
I meant no harm. I most truly did not.But I had to grow bigger. So bigger I got.
I biggered my factory.
I biggered my roads.
I biggered my wagons.
I biggered the loads of the Thneeds I shipped out.

I was shipping them forth to the South! To the East! To the West! To the North!
I went right on biggering...selling more Thneeds. And I biggered my money, which everyone needs.
Then again he came back! I was fixing some pipes when that old nuisance Lorax came back with more gripes. I am the Lorax, he coughed and he whiffed.He sneezed and he snuffled. He snarggled. He sniffed. Once-ler! he cried with a cruffulous croak.Once-ler! You´re making such smogulous smoke! My poor Swomee-Swans...why, they can´t sing a note! No one can sing who has smog in his throat.
And so, said the Lorax,--please pardon my cough--they cannot live here. So I´m sending them off.
Where will they go?...I don't hopefully know.They may have to fly for a month...or a year...To escape from the smog you´ve smogged-up around here.

What´s more, snapped the Lorax. (His dander was up). Let me say a few words about Gluppity-Glupp.Your machinery chugs on, day and night without stop making Gluppity-Glup. Also Schloppity-Schlopp. And what do you do with this leftover goo?...I´ll show you. You dirty old Once-ler man, you!
You´re glumping the pond where the Humming-Fish hummed! No more can they hum, for their gills are all gummed. So I´m sending them off. Oh, their future is dreary.They´ll walk on their fins and get woefully weary in search of some water that isn´t so smeary.

And then I got mad.I got terribly mad. I yelled at the Lorax, Now listen here, Dad!All you do is yap-yap and say, Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad! Well, I have my rights, sir, and I´m telling you I intend to go on doing just what I do!And, for your information, you Lorax, I´m figgering on biggering and BIGGERINGand BIGGERING and BIGGERING, turning MORE Truffula Trees into Thneeds which everyone, EVERYONE, EVERYONE needs!

And at that very moment, we heard a loud whack! From outside in the fields came a sickening smack of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall. The very last Truffula Tree of them all!
No more trees. No more Thneeds. No more work to be done. So, in no time, my uncles and aunts, every one, all waved me good-bye. They jumped into my cars and drove away under the smoke-smuggered stars.

Now all that was left ´neath the bad-smelling skywas my big empty factory...the Lorax...and I.
The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance...just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance...as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants. And I´ll never forget the grim look on his face when he heisted himself and took leave of this place, through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.

And all that the Lorax left here in this mess was a small pile of rocks, with one word...UNLESS. Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn´t guess.
That was long, long ago. But each day since that day I´ve sat here and worried and worried away.Through the years, while my buildings have fallen apart, I´ve worried about it with all of my heart.
But now, says the Once-ler, Now that you´re here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot,nothing is going to get better.It´s not.
SO...Catch! calls the Once-ler. He lets something fall. It´s a Truffula Seed. It´s the last one of all!You´re in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds. And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs. Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care. Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air. Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.Then the Lorax and all of his friends may come back.

*** Everyone, we are the ones in charge of the last of the truffula seeds...remember that***

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Blah!

2004-07-16T13:11:00.000-04:00

Wow I just found this awesome-ness of changing the font and color! That is so fun. Ok aside from me being easily entertained I needed to do 2 things today on this dang bloggie!

Number 1. If you haven't already done my poll or signed my guest book you need to do that now! If you have voted and you voted for the choice "Me" you freaking need to tell me who you are! There have been 3 of you to do so -or- you really like me a lot and voted "Me" three times! Leave me a comment telling me who you are! I mean it!

Number 2. On my list of Thanks I totally forgot Angela Stevens! I am so retarded! She is in France so that is my excuse! Angela you may be one of the sikest people I know, but you are still one of the greatest as well! You have been my friend for Golly knows how long and even though we are separated my long miles of Ohio backwards or even the Atlantic Ocean we still are under the same moon at night. (That is really sik I know, but Angela brings that out in me!) You are funny and pretty and SIK I love it all! I miss you and love you and thanks for being in my life (and putting up with my sikness)!!

That is all I had to do for today's little entry. Holla

Vote Kerry-Edwards 2004 Ya'll

Eat Organic

Thanks

2004-07-14T14:16:00.000-04:00

Yesterday evening I was presented with a package and a letter that arrived in the mail. To my surprise it was a package from across the continent and a letter from the Midwest! My best friend Ashley Brooke Vissing sent me a lovely package with a brownie, red pen, and some newspaper clipping dealing with AIDS. The letter was from my Grammy and it contained 20 dollars and a note about her life. Although these two things may seem insignificant I realized how blessed I am for the friends and family I am surrounded by. Today’s bloggie is going to be one dedicated to my family and friends!

Scroll through if you don’t want to read the whole thing, I am sure you are mentioned in here somewhere!

Mam, Dad, and Sister
Family, you are the greatest thing that God has blessed me with ever. Everyday I thank him for all the love you have given me in these 20 years. I am amazed with how much love one family can have within it and I am blown away that I was able to be apart of that dynamic group. We have been blessed with intelligence, humor, thick thighs, and undeniably great looks J You always support my endeavors even if they seem idealistic or dreamy. You never have stopped me from doing anything I have wanted and although that has allowed me to develop what some call a “bratty” side, it also allowed me to develop perseverance and fortitude to let nothing stand in the way of my dreams. I will never be able to describe how I truly feel for you, but I hope from my actions and accomplishments you will see they are all for you and the love you have showered me with.

Grammy Ennie
You have been an inspiration in my life as long as I can recall. I was blessed to have another strong independent woman to model myself after while I was growing up. Few have one and I have a multitude. I am amazed by the love you give to ever member of your family. I am slightly disappointed that you are a Republican, but when I run for office you will have to vote Democrat! Thank you so much for always supporting me and loving me. It means so much to me and I will be forever indebted to your love, kindness, and generosity.

Grammy Leake
You have also been an incredible woman that I aspire to be like. You show strength and love in a combination I see in few people. You have always supported me through never ending love and your presence. I think you saw more of my volleyball games than my mam! I love you!

My Loving Aunties
Aunt Jillie, Aunt Cookie, and Aunt Bobbie. My Charley’s Angels! If one of you couldn’t help me out one of the other two were there in a heartbeat! You have been my rides home after school, my horse show chauffer, or my cookie creator! I have turned to all of you in times of need and have been welcomed with open arms. I have shacked at your homes, borrowed your money, or talked your ears off. I am surrounded by women that blow my mind when it comes to strength, love, and kindness. I am so lucky to have all three of you in my life. Thank you so much for every thing you have ever done for me! I appreciate every moment of kindness, even though I may not say it at the time.

Ashley Vissing
God sent you to me with a purpose and I thank him every moment you cross my mind. You have helped me find my self, my God, and my bestest friend ever. You support me all the time and even listen to my cry when you advised me to do the opposite of what I did. You think I am pretty and smart and that I will be successful and that means a lot to me coming from a peer. I plan to spend my whole life being the best friend I can to you because that is what you deserve. I always appreciate you even if I don’t act like it. Please stick by me I need you!

Nicole Cvetnic
I never thought that someone would understand every word and thought I have, but you do. You make me feel comfortable being me and you love that I am me! I am so glad that I have a friend that I can reconnect with like nothing has changed even if we haven’t seen each other in months. I know that we will be friends forever because we are just like that! I miss you all the time but I know that we are following our dreams and that the distance between us only makes us stronger and closer.

Molly Vivian
Don’t think for one moment that your order in this list matters because I am just as close to you as I am my other 2 best friends. I love spending every evening with you even if that means we eat ice-cream and watch “I Love the 80’s”! I feel at home when I talk to you and I truly cannot wait until I am with you again. I always have a blast when I am with you and most of my great college stories make reference to you! I think we make one helluva pair when we go out on the town…nobody’s gonna hold these two girls down. Plus you are the other half of my soul when it comes to our son Hammie!

Matthew Steinbrenner
I am sexist and that is why you are the last on my list of best friends. You are the best guy friend a girl could ever dream of. I cannot believe that I tricked you into being my friend for so long. You support me in everything I do, even when you know it is wrong for me, and then you still stick around to clean up the mess I made of my life. I have called you a bazillion time when I need encouragement and you are always willing to give me plenty. It means so much to me (more than you can imagine I think) when you say you are proud of me! I look up to you for many things Matty-bo-Batty and I need you in my life! You help ground me yet help me reach for the stars at the same time. I couldn’t have made it this far with out my surrogate brother! Plus we have fun when we play!

Jacob Coburn
Jake, this past year I feel like you are one of my best friends as well. We had lunch like every single day together and you were almost like another roommate to me. We hung out almost every weekend and partied together. Although we argue sometimes and you eat a lot of meat I still love you. I love your pap too. You are always so laid back and cool and I need people like that around me. Thanks for always being there for me even when I suck.

Boys Across the Hall: Mike Borowczak, Brian Sroufe, and Evan Washburn
Guys I love you! I can’t believe I was so lucky to have 3 of the coolest guys in college live across the hall from me. You played with me late into the night or watched me act retarded in my drunken stupor. You gave me ice-cream and made me laugh when some guy made me cry (usually Matthew!). You helped raise our ducks and Hammie. You were always down for a Friends marathon and a bearcat from Adritotico’s. You have thrown me in the shower fully clothed, have wrapped me in duct tape, and have driven me to Chicago at 12:43 at night. You guys are so much fun and I love you for that!

Boys Down the Hall: Adam Barron, Kyle Bragg, Flip, and Atom
You four definitely brought a little nostalgia of freshmen year to my sophomore year. You were all so fun and were always down for some drunken stupor. You spooned me when I was lonely and fed me some good salsa. Adam B. you helped me work through some of my retardedness of boys and spooned the shite out of me when I was really drunk. I think of you as one of my closest guy pals and I hope that we can still hang out next year. Kyle Bragg (aka hot roommate/cute roommate) although you never made out with me it was still fun to play with you. You are really laid back and cool and I like that. You all are so cool and I am so glad you are part of my life!

High School Friends: Natasia Moose, Lauren Hanson, Lauren Hannah, Alisha Grubb, Jessica Fuller, Eric Rosecrants, Kayla Lang, Joel Lanning, Tyler Eppley, Adam Hoefler, and anyone else I am forgetting!
Guys thanks for making High School some of my greatest memories! I had a blast in HS and I hope that you did too. Our prom was off the hook! Our class was so active and we did so much. I hope that you all realize the impact we had on that school and the impact it had on us! I couldn’t have asked for a better mix of people to grow up with! I love you all!

High School Teachers: Mr. Henderson, Mrs. Goins, Sra. Bell, Mrs. Fitzgerald, and Ms. Tuma!
Although our school wasn’t the most up to date or technologically advanced you all made the best of our situation. You filled my head with information and although I might not remember it all right now you still tried! You also made a huge impact on my life by showing me how great people live. Mr. Henderson you have been the best mentor anyone could ever hope for. You have always believed in me even when I have no idea the direction of my life. You reassure me that I can do whatever I want and you know that I will. I love you for that! Thank you so much for letting me be a part of your life!

Coach Mobley
Coach Mobley I miss you so much! At first I was so afraid of you and you hated me (don’t deny it!) but over time I found out you were a fake scary woman and you started to love me! You will always be an inspiration to my life. You are incredibly dedicated and strong. I am so thankful that I got to spend 4 years of my life with you yelling at me and spiking volleyballs at my face! You believed in me and our team. You saw strength were we saw none. You brought us together. I hope that we were as good to you as you were good to us, although I don’t know if that is possible. Thank you so much for everything I love you!

College Classmates: Erin Murphy, Brad Barnes, Laura Sayer, John Parron, Adam Smieszny, Dan Arbino, and others I can’t think of right now.
You guys have helped me get through the wretchedness of Probability and Statistics, Astronomy, and SPANISH! You made it possible for me to wake up and go to class in the snow and sleet. You made me laugh and let me borrow pencils! You all became great friends that I will treasure forever. You have had an impact on my life one way or another if you realize it or not. You helped me solve math problems, food problems, and boy problems. You always offered an ear to listen or beer to drowned my thoughts! Thanks so much guys!

Victoria’s Secret Crew: Bekah, Barbara, Ness, Margaret, Gina, and all the other cuties!
Girls if it wasn’t for you I would have quit in the first day! You made coming to work fun. I am so glad that I had a chance to meet all of you and I hope that regardless of what comes I will always remember our nonsense ways during the Vicky Secret days!

Boys in My Life: Cory Wilson, Josh Paeltz, Ryan Wisecarver, and the random others
Although you guys were the only reason I have had difficult times in my life I thank you for that. Sometimes you guys were really cute and fun and I did have a good time with all of you. Cory you definitely showed me some good times at UC, sorry I threw up so much at your house. You made me want to improve myself domestically and intelligence wise. You also made me feel comfortable in my own body and more confident. Josh you are crazy. You always made me laugh no matter what. You helped me learn to drive my Phobie! You let me be my sik self and you were so sik sometimes I couldn’t stand it. Ryan you were so long ago but I learned a lot from our relationship. It was really high school but we had some good times too. Random others, well thanks for the good times! I have some wicked crazy memories from all of you! Thanks!

DC Comrades: Mara, Naj, Bret, Scooter, Theresa, and the others I meet everyday!
Well, it is kind of hard to explain how you have helped me since I am still here. You have all helped me acclimate to a completely new lifestyle and surrounding. You have been great friends and I always have so much fun with all of you!

Anyone I am Forgetting
This is a hard task to think of all the people in my life to thank. But if for some unexplainable reason you were left out here I apologize! I am thankful to have you in my life! Without I wouldn’t be the person I am today!

You are all so beautiful people I love you all!

Good vs. Shallow: The Eternal (Internal) Battle

2004-07-09T15:13:00.000-04:00

There are many sides to this girl and sometimes I think that people don’t see that. In all actuality I don’t know how anyone truly sees me. I try to put myself out as a fun-loving, compassionate, intelligent, crazy, interesting gal. I know there is much more too me, but that is what I want people to know. I think sometimes though I come out as a 2-D person (quoting my lovely comrade Brad). I think that sometimes people think I am shallow, self-absorbed, and some other awful things (i.e. obsessive compulsive, materialistic, etc.). Although I wholeheartedly admit that at times these characteristics are evident in my lifestyle, they are not as predominant as some think. So for your reading pleasure and to ease the long HOT Washingtonian Friday I am going to list things that my two sides want or think. My two sides demonstrated here are Shallow and Good. Hopefully this brief synopsis you will see that there is more to me than making out or/and buying clothes.

Since it will be the funnier of the two I will begin with Shallow.
Shallow Jennifer thinks that everyone is out to make her life harder. She thinks that everyone should cater to her and when they don’t they were sent by Satan to somehow ruin her day (this includes things such as a fat man talking and sweating beside her on the metro to the Starbucks’ man messing up her order). She doesn’t understand foreign things such as “budget” “frugal” or even “save”. She does understand “free” and “on sale .05% off” though. She wants a pink mini I-pod; sand colored uggs; a North Face book bag; and a tiffany’s engagement ring (at LEAST 2 carats). She thinks that it is normal for everyone to have a maid and dishwasher. She cannot stand when children move, breathe, talk, or touch her. She doesn’t understand when people wear blue nail polish. She hates when people have raggedy finger/toenails that have crusty crust under them and hang nails and dry cuticles. She despises fanny packs, sun visors, bleached blonde hair, fake breasts, cheapo jewelry, hairy men (except her father who is perfect), tall thin girls, and pop-out toad eyeballs (on people, yeah I know it is so ugly). She wants a hot, rich, smart guy that buys her stuff and is a good kisser.

Good Jennifer:
Good Jennifer gives people the benefit of the doubt about everything they do (even if they were secretly sent by Satan to ruin her day). She tries to buy things she needs more often than things she wants. She wants to go to Africa to work with AIDS orphans. She wants everyone to have an equal opportunity to get a good education. She wants welfare reform, tax reform, and education reform. She demands honest politicians that have the well being of all America in their minds, not the size of their own wallets (Vote Kerry-Edwards 2004). She cries during anything sad from Oprah to The Notebook. She is a hopeless romantic that wants a (decent looking) man to love her. She still doesn’t like kids too much, but understands that her dislike is rooted in her envy of their simplistic lives that she yearns to return to. She loves her family and friends and would literally do anything legal and within moral bounds to make their lives better (i.e. she offered to be a surrogate mother if any of her friends could not carry their own children). She swore off all fast food on moral grounds because of the mistreatment of employees. She is a vegetarian for many reasons, but mostly because she doesn’t want anything to sacrifice its life so she can eat (this includes the animals and the people that work to kill animals). She works hard (most of the time) hoping that she will someday have the chance to better things for more people. She tries to be an understanding, fun, caring friend. She wants her friends to think of her as someone to turn to in all situations from a frat party to divorce to death. She wants to be the kind of person that old people, children, and cute puppies all adore. She wants people to think back to her as the girl in their life that made them laugh, was the shoulder to cry on, held their hair after too much partying, and overall made their life better in even some small insignificant way. She is the girl that knows this life has a lot destined for her and sometimes places aren’t big enough to handle that potential. Her life is bigger than Zanesville, UC, and even AAHE. She is a God respecting, following, questioning girl. Overall, this is the girl that wants much out of life but primarily happiness.

Journal #5 the improvements of office life :)

2004-07-09T12:49:00.000-04:00

From this journal you will see that my life took a turn for the better, in comparison to last week. For your reading pleasure (or just to get an update on my life) here it is...

The closure of another week and it is simply amazing how quickly these past five weeks have gone. Luckily after the drudgery of the past week, this week was rather productive and enjoyable. Since one of our project directors, Stephanie, left our office I have been her temporary replacement. I suppose I will do her job until her replacement arrives, which I heard is the 19th of July. Stephanie left quite a bit of unfinished work, which I happily accepted. It can be rather dull in this office with nothing to do. To Stephanie’s surprise I finished all the work in a day and a half. So once again I am left with little to do. I have tried to fill my time with things that could be beneficial. I certainly have things I could do, but my procrastinating nature decreases their immediate importance.
This week was better at work because I finally feel like I have delegated responsibility. I feel like I have set things to accomplish and I can manage them at my own free will. I have been upgraded to a real office, away from the confines of dividers and lack of windows. The past few days I actually made phone calls that I needed to make and I spoke with people in an informative matter. It made me feel like they thought of me as more than a mere intern!
We also had the conference between The Washington Center advisor, my intern advisor and myself. This was actually very advantageous, even though I admit I was not entirely looking forward to it. This gave me the chance to hear again what Barbara had in mind for me as well as her hearing me out again. Just verbalizing my aspirations and what I have done this far was a morality boost. It was nice to listen to Barbara describe some of what she does and her hopes for the projects as well. This office is small, but it is a very individualist sort of environment. We often don’t have the chance to hear what each colleague aspires to do. In some ways this is heartbreaking to think all these people are confined together but know little about each other. I suppose this is the nature of the business world to some degree. I secretly (well not too secretly since I am now writing it out) hope that my presence here makes an impact regarding human relationships. I feel that this is a crucial to a meaningful existence to know what your friends and family want out of life.
Things at “home” (actually apartment, but it just doesn’t have the same ring) have continued on the same semi-destructive path of last week. Tension is still rising and the over-flowing toilet was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I am the lucky one that has my own bedroom and bathroom, so sharing and being courteous has not been an issue for me. But I still have to deal with the other two girls that are fighting a passive-aggressive battle. I must be the red-cross volunteer that offers herself right there between the two, offering solace and comfort. The only difference is those ladies were mending bullet wounds and I have the more difficult task of mending hurt egos. I did offer my self to this position, I suppose, by maintaining neutrality. This also proves that the ratio of girls to bathrooms needs to be equal.
This week was one of the best I have had here and I hope that this trend continues. Only time will tell, as they (the ambiguous many) often say.

marriage…a trivial pursuit?

2004-07-07T15:42:00.000-04:00

The other day a simple conversation between two college chums took a twisted turn when the female asked the male his opinion on marriage. The discussion ensued for a few minutes and the typical points were brought up on both sides. It was an average everyday sorta small talk that turned out to be so much more (well for that day and the following few at least). The questions of marriage had been stewing in the young girl’s mind all her life and were quickly re-evaluated from (surprise surprise) an Oprah show.
Now everyone is quite aware that Oprah is in her late forties early fifties (I am horrid at age estimation) and still single, and happily so I might add. Cameron Diaz was a guest the particular day that I was watching and the two discussed marriage for a brief moment. Both agreed marriage is not what it used to be and quite frankly could be completely unnecessary. Well I don’t know how much I agree with that, it seems a bit too absolutist for me. I think it is absolutely necessary to have a marriage if children are in the future; every child deserves and needs TWO loving people. (Man, kids sure are a lot of effort! I mean really, I can take care of myself just fine, but these little kids need themselves and two grown ups…please children are so overrated) OK sorry about my brief rant on children, I am sure you are all aware of my dislike for small children.
But what if children aren’t something you plan for or even want or even have slightly considered in the least? Where does the importance of marriage fall then? Is it necessary for someone to commit themselves to another human being so they can spend their lives together doing what? Obviously not raising children, which is what most couples do until they die. Do they travel? Go out to eat a lot? Sleep in the same bed? Split the bills? What truly is the benefit of getting married if you do NOT want squawking children?
Let’s look at the single life for a brief second. We have all experienced (or are currently experiencing, or will forever experience) this sort of lifestyle. No one to take your time, your bed sheets don’t have to be regularly changed if you don’t want to, no one to argue with, no one to buy presents for, and no one to complain about your high maintenance-ness , obsession with lotion, complete ignorance to budgeting, and your high risk of vomiting after too many jell-o shots (these may seem like they come from real life experience…I am not saying one way or the other). But clearly there is also no one to buy you presents, for you to argue with, to spoon with after a night of too many jell-o shots, no one to talk to on the phone after a tedious day at work or school, and no one to rely on as a make out partner if the jell-o shots didn’t wreck too much havoc. So clearly being single or taken is neutral. They are about the same when you weigh the pros and cons. I am sure some my argue to differ, and that is absolutely fine, but in my experiences of these past 20 years and 10 or so relationships, I think that neutral hits her right on the head.
Back to marriage (that is what you are probably thinking now that I have gone on about single vs. taken), this is the part that gets me a little mumble jumbled. Where do I personally fall in the spectrum of wedded bliss? Do I truly have to dedicate my every ounce of being to someone who down the road could murder me? (Statistically speaking most violent crimes, such as murder, occur between known individuals in the heat of the moment. Which I am very apt to producing heated moments. For examples look no farther than football legend O.J. Simpson or the guy next door Scott Peterson). My mother, bless her heart, tells me that everyone wants someone to share his or her life with. Well yes, we do. That is why we have family and friends. Can’t I just be happy dating my whole life without the fear of drawn out divorces, murder, and of course the left-up toilet seat? Can I be fulfilled in this life knowing that when I am 80 in the nursing home there won’t be a little wrinkly man holding my veiny hand? But then again… by the time I am 80 I could be alone anyway if he died young or even in his 70’s. Wonder if my “soul mate” is older than I, unless of a freak accident or a run in with fatal cancer, he will most certainly die before me.
I know that I am considerably young to ponder such thoughts and let me tell you… I am not one to rush into marriage or even dating for that matter. I just think that it is ok to wonder about the usefulness of marriage and if I should even burden myself with the inevitable stress it produces. I will also admit that if I ever feel like someone is “the one” and I am absolutely positive he will die after me (just kidding), actually that I am absolutely positive he will be the one that I could not live without, then of course marriage makes sense. But I also guarantee I refuse to be 30 years old and continuously labeled as the “single one that needs hooked up before she becomes the haggard old maid.” I will marry if it is the right thing to do, not because of society’s predetermined stereotype that women are not happy unless they have a man to cook roast beef for. (Which I highly intend to never cook much, especially roast beef). All I ask of my dear readers is 1) don’t follow that stereotype, it is archaic and should be destroyed by a new amendment to the Constitution 2) don’t ask single women if they are dating, or engaged, or married…maybe they don’t want to be any of those things 3) is someone is married DO NOT ask them about children (the first time I hear that when and if I get married, someone will walk away with a broken nose and it sure as hell won’t be me) 4) if you happen to be a single woman, live it up!
That is all for today my dear patrons, I am hope that I stirred a little emotion and thought in that gray meatloaf!

Journal # 4

2004-07-05T14:16:00.000-04:00

This week i was off to a slow start and i didnt do this until today...which is the due day...oh well we email them anyway! well this one is a tad sad...dang it...well hopefully i will be inspired to write a humorous one soon...

This past week was by far the most difficult to live through. It just seemed that every aspect of my life was just more stressful than usual. Work was remained the same as previous weeks, but the burdens of daily task just seemed to take their toll at a faster rate then normal. Every mundane task seemed to be more bothersome and pointless. They seemed to take twice as long and their importance seemed beyond abstract.
I did finally succeed at completing my LOS, which at the time was quite a relief from the other work I was surrounded by. I felt as though I actually accomplished something meaningful and useful. This also presented other opportunities that were unexpected. My advisor, Barbara, took the time to proof read it for me; which was very nice on her part. Afterward, she took me in her office to discuss changes she made. During this discussion she pointed to a part where I wrote something to the effect of “I just do small tasks within each project.” She was a bit saddened that I had put my self on a level of “just.” She pointed out that all I accomplish are rather large and important tasks that the organization relies on. This definitely made my job seem vital. On Friday the other intern and I finished a lot of work in a short amount of time. For their gratitude toward us, Barbara and Lacey took us out to lunch. This was also a nice break from packed lunches and the office setting. Overall the workweek went slowly and was somewhat unfulfilling.
Back in our apartment, many things had the same ambience. My roommates and I have all settled and the novice of DC has worn low. We have all reached a point where we are tired, lonely for our family and friends, and our nerves are constantly on edge. This had led to some ruffled feathers among us. I semi-expected something of this nature to happen, it always does when girls are forced to share a living space. Although this issue isn’t anything to get overly upset about, it is unsettling to come home and feel uncomfortable. It makes me feel like I can never escape.
I have also reached the point in time where I am about ready to return to my familiar drama filled life in Ohio. Here in DC there is not much to my life other than work, class, and occasionally hanging out with my friends. The city offers much to do, which is fun, but I don’t feel like I have anyone that I want to share those experiences with. I am used to balancing a full course load of classes, work, a multitude of friends, usually a man, and my family. So my life here is somewhat dull in comparison. Talking to my friends makes me pine for them even more. Planning things for the end of the summer makes me anticipate leaving a bit more. All of these feelings are unwanted. I want to be here and soak it all up. I want to be independent and happy and fulfilled. I think this week just happens to be the week that the “you know what” hits the fan. It seems to happen in all new situations and I just have to face it and overcome. Hopefully the subsequent weeks will offer condolence and I will be able to thoroughly enjoy the last half of the quarter.

Theory Schmeory

2004-06-29T14:59:00.000-04:00

With all my infinite wisdom, I have been known to devise many a theory and this current entry is spawning from current “theory-thoughts” (yes that is the technical name that Albert Einstein himself conceived). Today’s theory lesson is
**NOTHING IS EVER OVER**
Now there have been the like theories, such as “It isn’t over ‘til the fat lady sings” or “It ain’t over ‘til it’s over” and the such, but I think these are all a scam and my theory puts all others to shame.
My theory is based on the fact that things happen in our lives and these occurrences stay with us forever. Sometimes I feel a bit melancholy when I think things are over ever. Even if I want them to be over and I know things are so much better when they are over, it is still sad and my eye may produce a touch of moisture. For example, high school, I am positive that every single person that reads those 2 simple words conjures images that will never escape them. I was extremely ready to graduate high school and I would not go back if I could, even if I knew what I know now. Not that things didn’t go well, they went perfectly, but I think that when that time period is done, it should be left unchanged. Although high school may be done, it isn’t over. It will never be over. This is because it has left such an indent on my life, my character, and my memory that it will always be with me, inescapably so.
Another good example would be breaking up with someone, anyone really. Those first few weeks are pretty gut wrenching. Of course the only things you can recall are the beautiful moments you spent with that scumbag and how perfect everything would be if you just had that one last chance to set everything straight. You continue to remind yourself things aren’t done between the two of you, they can’t possibly be! (S)HE WAS THE ONE!! You lay at night, restless with thoughts of capturing their heart back. You know if only they knew how much you cared, how you would do anything…they would love you forever and you would never have to feel like this again. Well we all have gone through this and EVERY time we break it off with someone we go through this and you think by now we would learn…well hell…we don’t. So this scenario shows my theory clearly in 2 ways. 1) the relationship will always be with you from the memories you have and how you changed during that time. 2) we are stupid and do it over and over and over and over again.
On a side note to this theory: according to the fabulous band called by many The Counting Crows and known by me as the band I never get sik of listening to even when I am dying, they have a part of a song that says “if dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts”. Now at first glance this may seem a bit odd, but if you think about it, it is actually quite beautiful. I was actually considering writing out what it means to me and how deep it is and blah blah blah. But I think the beauty comes from your own thoughts and connotations. But I still want to share it with everyone. It is good, and heck counting crows rocks! So until next time mis amigos….keep on trucking!

the week as told by jennifer leake (hey it rhymes!)

2004-06-25T10:27:00.000-04:00

if you haven't noticed, now is the time, probably every friday will be graced with another journal i have written for TWC. these are basic journals of how my week has gone and what i have learned or accomplished. i hope you think they are cool (maybe?) or at least semi-entertaining. if neither of these pertain, then hopefully you at least get an idea of what the hell i am doing here bc you are probably too self-absorbed to call me and ask...(and of course i am too self-absorbed to take the time to call you and tell you) jk jk...
on another note, just breifly i am hoping to go to africa next summer to work in an AIDS hospice and orphanage. let me know if you would be interested...the lady in charge recommended going with a friend...
back to the journal...here it is...enjoy

The closure of another week here at AAHE and all is bustling and busy for the preparation of yet another conference. With deadlines approaching and much to be done by my advisor, my tasks have continued down the same path. This week I have felt as if I am needed here and all of my work is much appreciated, which does make me feel less apprehensive toward my duties. Barbara actually has told me how well I do my work, how I take the assignment, find out where all the needed components are, and get my job done in the flashiest of flashes. She also invited me to attend a meeting about the upcoming Summer Academy and bragged how I was a “Jill of all trades” and how I would be happy to help with anything. These simple compliments have truly made me feel wanted and needed (even if I do sit in my cubicle creating blog sites when I am left with nothing to do).
Once again, the things I am learning here have much more to do with building character, learning to manage my time, and entertaining myself. I have definitely found the importance of whistling while I work. Some of the tasks that are assigned to me are on the cusp of destroying my imaginative abilities, but with some creative outlooks and thought occupiers, I have been able to make them somewhat Zen-like. Along with making each task a bit more entertaining, I have also found ways to occupy down time between tasks. Recently I discovered the wonders of having an e-journal where I can post frustrations, deep thoughts, and my daily activities for friends and family to read. This has enabled me to learn different aspects of web design and creation. Although I was not the one to create my entire template, I have found little tricks to make it much more personalized and such. Even though this was never a goal of my time here in D.C., I have become much more web-savvy. The most important thing that I have learned this week is that there is no way to escape the administrative aspects of any job. There will always be copies that need to be made, letters to be sent, emails to check, and daily distractions that were completely unplanned. Although I think that I have always known this, it is totally different once you need to apply it, you have to approach everything with a positive attitude. Just by applying this to every aspect of my day (when I can, sometimes it is rough) everything seems to go very well.
Other exciting events have also occurred this past week. I have set up my interviews with three professionals. Two of these work in the same building as I, one in the ACPA and the other in CIC. Both are related to higher education and I am sure they will have tons of information to help me along my way. The third interviewee I am highly anticipating. He is a professor at HARVARD! AAHE needed to use a part of his book for our summer academy so I had to call him to get permission. Dr. Light was extremely amiable and helpful, so Barbara arranged for me to chat with him more extensively.
All in all, it seemed to be a bit more of a productive week. Time, I suppose, will only tell of things to come. I am starting to build my little niche and am learning the ways of the office world. So, until next week this is all the excitement I can muster.

Fake Love

2004-06-24T09:14:00.000-04:00

I recently read a book titled "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" and I am sure you are pondering what made me choose this book and why am I writing about it now? Well, I am one of those shallow people that judge books by their covers (sorry to all first grade teachers out there that try to change this) but it caught my eye and turned out that the cover was a perfect enticement and I ended up loving the book. ANYWAY.... this isn't what this blog report is suppose to be about…it is about fake love...which was a chapter in the book...that is why there was such a long story about the book...ok...enough...FAKE LOVE... so fake love…what is it? Well according to this book and with my stamp-o-approval…fake love is what we all are searching for. It is the love we see on movies, hear in songs, and dream about while sitting in a small cubicle while writing blog pages…it is the supposed love that fulfills your every desire, the love that completes you. It is the man that always has kind words, a full wallet, and reservations for a party of 2 at the most exclusive restaurant. It is the woman that always has supper ready, is craving sex exactly when her man is, and drinks beer. It is the love of your life that knows exactly how you feel just from an exchange of glances. It is the love that makes the morning commute a bit less dreadful, makes family parties a bit more standable, and Valentines Day the best holiday of the year.
This love is comparable to waking up every morning already looking fabulous and morning breath…well just forget it…never again will you be haunted by what my roommate and I like to call “fart breath” (meaning it smells like someone farted in your mouth and you closed it in there all night).
It is love that never dies, the love of old people walking around the mall holding hands. Love that conquers all. All we need is Love. Love lifts us up where we belong. Blah blah blah…. now don’t get me wrong…I can be a hopeless romantic and fall in love…I just think that what we are searching for is “When Harry Met Sally”, “Titanic”, and every Disney movie that was ever created. We look for this love that will make us come alive, which love can maybe do…in the beginning…and I am overly positive that lust will accomplish the same dang bern thing…
What we need to search for IS someone that makes our tummy’s churn…(obviously not to the point of vomiting…which I believe only occurs on south park) and someone that makes stars shoot out of our eyes (quoted from an 8 year old girl) But I think this only lasts for a bit and there has to be something there to make things work after the butterflies have flown the coop (or the lower intestine…whatever). I think what needs searching for is ourselves primarily. We need to know what we need; we need to know what we want. We need to know our own favorite egg breakfast (referring to Runaway Bride). I just think it is dumb people look for people to “complete them” (referring to Jerry Maguire…what a waste of film tape). I think we just need someone that compliments us. They probably can bring out the good in us, but I think this is balanced by bringing out the bad. For example, they may make you laugh a lot, but I bet they make you feel pangs of jealousy too. This is just how things work, I think, that there is a ying and a yang and if you want one you have to accept the other as well. Take the good with the bad and maybe add a spoonful of sugar or a pinch of salt.
Love isn’t a game. It isn’t something that you can plan or play or even create. It just has to happen. I hope that we all get the chance to fall in love with someone who falls in love with us. But it is called “fall” in love…so we have to accept that negative things…alongside positive things… are part of the deal.

direct from secrets of gabriel comes.......bad kissing 101

2004-06-18T15:19:00.000-04:00

ok, i know i was not goin to do another posting today, but this is too funny to pass up. somehow my dear friend bradley barnes and i began the age old discussion of making out...and of course it invetiably turned to the subject of awful kissing types. this inspired brad to write a journal about it and help those poor lost souls that are utterly clueless...since i helped with this (i told him all the different types i have encountered) i would like to quote him directly (meaning i am copying and pasting his entire journal). have at it people...and dont be shy to ask for help!

Gabriel's Guide to Bad Kissers
Welcome one and all to the Gabriel School of Kissing Education. Today you'll be getting a primer course in identifying when you have, indeed, had a bad kiss. You were engaged by a person who just plain SUCKED at kissing (and not in any kind of good sense either).
Now, everyone must understand that when a person is a bad kisser, that means they fall into one of the following categories/descriptions:

Teeth Gnashers - These poor unfortunate souls have the annoying and sometimes dentally detrimental habit of clinking, clacking and otherwise scraping their teeth into yours. This leads to the eroding of enamel, the destruction of your smile, the ruining of the mood, and that annoying teeth-on-teeth feeling. They can be especially bad if, say, they have braces. This can lead to the dreaded skin-grafting scenario, that NO ONE wants to get into. Cause then it gets biblical ("and there was wailing and gnashing of teeth...") This category also includes the Inappropriate Biters.

Succubi - These used to be lewd female demons that would coerce men into having naughty demonic sex with them (no joke, check your Bibles/Talmuds/Quarans/Demon books). Now I have made this the category for those who seem to think that passion equals an inappropriately extreme amount of tongue/tongue-action. A Succubus can be either a woman OR a man. These are those foul creatures that enter your mouth and go to work like they were excavating something. Full-on tongue attacks with hurricane gale force. It's a scary thing to be attacked by a Succubus: I was confronted a year ago and I still have yet to recover. This can also mean that perhaps the force of the tongue was not too great, but the amount was. These are the gag-reflux-inducing Succubi, a very tricky breed indeed.

Salivators - Ok, not much explanation is needed here. These are just people who don't get that kissing does not need nor warrant vast amounts of saliva left anywhere other than the inside of the mouth. No one wants to have to towel off after being with their kissing partner. So just stop it.

The Lost - These poor souls... stumbling through the darkness. Actually, these kissers are the ones that, even if it wasn't dark, probably couldn't find your head. They bump foreheads, push noses, and just get in the way of what the two of you are trying to accomplish. This is just plain disorientation, finding its way into the kissing scene. Its a sad thing, really... to be one's own worst enemy when it comes to smooching. And this disoriented state doesn't merely reside in the head... this happens when the hands, feet, any body part is just useless and obstructive. Now, granted, everyone has difficulties sometimes, but The Lost are the ones who refuse to acknowledge it or correct it. So sad.

Is there hope for these poor unfortunates? Of course there is. But as their partners, we need to be willing to offer help, be understanding and not criticize. If someone gives you a really bad kiss, and its someone you care about... then care enough to help THEM help YOU. It's that simple.

So sayeth The Brad...

Sex and the City...definitely not my current situation ;)

2004-06-18T11:37:00.000-04:00

i am sure that many of you have watched Sex and the City now that it has made its debut on TBS. thank goodness for cable! well, as i feared, i have become utterly addicted to the show and often think how fun it would be to live in NYC free of cares other than what i would wear out every night and which hottie i would make out with afterward. i do leave my position on the couch a bit comforted by the fact that i do not own a single piece of clothing that carrie sports, seeing that she usually looks like a 35 year old woman wearing my younger sisters summer attire. she also looks so overdone with 500 pieces of jewerely none which seem any more expensive or higher quality than those i can purchase on my strict budget at the local Claire's. other than my objections toward her wardrobe, i do have a sense of pride, independence, and confidence at the ending of each episode. these women radiate all of these qualities and some how i feel that radition into my own life. i often find myself dancing in front of my bathroom mirror in panties and my ever too sexy nike sports bra. it is rather inspiring to know that having a man isn't the most important thing (although i have always known this, it is reassuring to see 4 beautiful women living independently in a big city and having a blast with the single life)although each episode does involve all the ladies having some sort of love interest and carrie inevitably sleeping with another hot hot hot...did i mention hot? man! last night it was Vince Vaughn...looking especially tasty...but ANYWAY...but in the end of the show the man rarely matters and the girls have a blast on their own. carrie also always seems to write things that i think are pretty meaningful and intriguing.
well i suppose that is enough about my new addiction to this wonderful show...we will see how my relationship with it blosoms over the next couple of month..until tuesday...love to my amigos!

My Summer Internship...life as a DC intern minus the love affair from an old sleezy man...lol

2004-06-18T11:24:00.000-04:00

hiddy ho and good morning dear companions. TGIF has never had a sweeter meaning until I began working a 9-5 job in a small cubicle. here is how i feel, as descibed to my soul mate-ish friend, the one and only AV! ~i am just so utterly bored with my current situation with this internship. i feel like i should be changing the world, making it a better place, for you and for me and the entire human race. instead here i sit, alone and drinking tea. muttering incoherent thoughts about the stupidity of all DC radio stations and praying that the next few hours will some how evaporate~ yes that is a direct quote from a long distance AIM.
some of you may wonder, "what is that dear friend of mine, Jennifer Leake, doing this summer, i mean i know she is D.C. but what does she do day in and day out" well truthfully my friends, my specific duties here are still quite ambiguous to me. so...yeah... well to get a better idea of what i am doing here i would like to include my two journals that i am required to write...i think they are pretty funny...so have at 'em!

Journal 1
June 13, 2004
The first week of interning has now come to an end. This past week has been quite the learning opportunity with the new experiences each new day brings. I hope that each week will be equally as educational and exciting.
At work this week it was my duty to become adjusted and learn my way around the office. It just happened that the first week of work Barbara and Lacey, the two ladies I work for, had to leave for a conference in Colorado and will be gone for a week and a half. Due to this pressing issue, my arrival was put on the backburner for the time being. Since they had so much to worry about, my duties were somewhat unestablished. These first days I mostly was assigned to menial jobs such as coping, filing, and working on a web center. I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed with my situation, because I had hoped to really be active in discussions, decisions, and creating ideas.
At the job site I really didn’t learn too much. Since I was assigned to things that even a small child could accomplish, it wasn’t that rewarding at the end of each day. The things that I have learned this week really don’t pertain to careers at all but more so to life’s little tasks that are over looked until you are responsible for them. Taking the metro and learning it well has definitely been the biggest accomplishment of the week. To any Washingtonian, this most likely sounds ridiculous, but to a small town girl taking public transportation for the first time, this was quite a big deal. I have always had my own car, so learning to time arrivals and departures and where I have to transfer to and from was quite a new experience. I found that I picked it up quickly and now enjoy the break from rush hours and traffic jams.
Other than the metro, I have also been faced with the responsibility of nurturing myself. Even though I will be in my third year of college, I have always lived on campus where dining hall passes are required. Due to this, I have never been responsible for more than one or two meals a day for myself. Now in DC, I must make breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This also requires grocery shopping and budgeting money. Both require great self-control and responsibility.
Even though my job has been a bit less than exciting or rewarding this first week, living independently has compensated for this. I believe that each week will bring similar lessons and rewards. I am sure that this summer experience will enrich my life in ways that I never expected and will be completely worthwhile.

Journal 2
June 18, 2004
At the end of another week, I sit and try to ponder what has been accomplished over the past 14 days, and more specifically the past 7 days. During this reflection I find that most things surmounted have been adjustment related issues. The metro is now a way of life, packing lunches seems like any other mundane task, and waking up at 7:30…well that is still a factor I have yet to come to grips with. These past two weeks have really been an adjustment period for me, I have just found that it is incredibly hard to create a livable routine with all of the obstacles I face. I am hoping next week I will be more in groove with my surroundings and find a niche that suits me.
Work this week has been less than thrilling. As aforementioned, everyone in my office is away at conferences and such, while little old me is stuck here in 105-degree weather without much direction for each day’s tasks. I was given a brief ambiguous sort of list of items that I could deal with while everyone was gone. But these tasks were so unbelievably vague that I could do little with them. I began some research, which surprisingly I was looking forward to doing and have since found that my greatest pleasure here at work, but the details in which I am researching are far from clear. I was asked to find information on grade alternatives, credit hours, and electronic portfolios. Now there is a warehouse full of material for all of these things, am I supposed to know every possibility? Will the things I find important/intriguing/questionable matter what so ever to the papers or grant proposals Dr. Cambridge will write? These types of things run through my mind as I plow through yet another 20-page research article from 1973. Consequently, this leads my greatest joy to have a bitter aftertaste.
All in all, I am hoping for a change when my employers return from their weeklong excursions. I continue to have faith that this internship will be what I had hoped and give me opportunities otherwise unavailable. Hope and fortitude shall lead the way when I return to my cubicle next Tuesday.

This is not what it seems...or is it?

2004-06-17T15:47:00.000-04:00

This orginally was suppose to fill the "About Me" column on my bloggie page, but alas i wrote too much (although it says write as little or as much as you would like, which actually as much as you like is only 1200 characters including spaces, damn those liars!) ANYWAY....i hope you enjoy the insights of my memoir..it is rather breif...i will add more as i age!

I was born in a small village in the southeastern area of a state sometimes titled "The Heart of it All". Which growing up in this state has led me to believe that we most likely are not "the heart of it all" or even the "heart of the midwest". Maybe "the heart of wretchedly fickle humid weather". well, back to my childhood...as a small child i was rather uncontrollable but still cute as a button! i played outside and enjoyed pretending that my purple bike equipped with rainbow streamers and a ding-ding bell was a majestic pet horse that would carry me away to where ever my imagination led me. i also enjoyed things that every child of the 80's adored; my lil ponies, fraggle rock, sesame street, shrinky-dinks, and jelly shoes. I rocked the side pony-tail complete with 5 inch bangs puffed up comparable in height to the sears tower. i enjoyed chasing boys and coloring. with time my interests changed somewhat. i no longer watched my lil ponies but instead saved by the bell, which like most kids of my generation was the life-line, the know-all tell-all to what was cool and how to dress. so my style changed, although my hair continued down the destructive path of 'big is better'. tapered jeans, oversized t-shirts, neon colors, and those insanely awesome, technologically advanced shirts that changed colors when heat was applied! Then of course is the stage of complete hideousness. To me this was a majority of teenage years starting in 5th grade then ending sometime during my freshman year of hike school. (yes, hike...props to adam sandler) these years included braces, acne, messed up hair, spandex shorts, and cowboy boots. Finally, with the arrival of high school following a summer at the dresden pool, i began to fit into my body a bit more. Hike school was a fun flash of time, filled with boys, proms, dances, football games, volleyball practice, a deep hatred for a small mole-ish man named Mercer, and the still present affect of loving teachers and mentors. Then came...COLLEGE....hold your horses there! this, just like with anyone who goes away for college, changed my life in ways i never knew possible. i made friends that will be cherished for all of eternity and i actually don't understand how i survived so long without them. it is filled with spontaneous trips to big-cities, parties, cute boys, and life altering decisions that are made with the flashiest of flashed unsure, and sometimes unaware, of what a monumental choice has been made. Now here i sit, filling in as a secretary in our nation's capitol, obviously overwhelmed with tasks that i could barely scribe any sort of memoir that represents 20 years of a life unfolding...we know not what the future holds.. yet we dare to dream what may come of us...

My New Bloggie!

2004-06-17T09:49:00.000-04:00

Oh bless my heart! Another day in the wonderful city called our nation's capitol and I have plenty to keep me busy! Today I opted for a side ponytail, ruffly skirt, button down top, and eyeliner! I hope I am not over doing it! Wow I justed noticed that I ended every single sentence with an ! that may be over doing it. I just wanted to post something other than my profile today, I didn't want everyone to think I was totally dull or bloody thoughtless. I will continue to post thoughts, inquiries, and completely mundane duties for my day. Keep reading this you will find that I may be one of the most intriguing gals you have met. Or it may just solidify your previous assumption that I am not much more than a boring, stereotypical, college girl with a big heart and bigger dreams. Either way, at least you think of me ;)