I just kissed my boyfriend, and the lingering taste of spray paint and Dr. Pepper makes me miss him already...ha.



So I finally got my life in order--the ID card is up and running again, my physics test is over and done with, and now I just have two papers and a test before I start studying for finals, which actually should be a relief after this week.



My roomate graduates in December, I hope I don't get another one, but I probably will. Urgh. Well, it will probably be better than I imagine, I just don't feel like getting used to someone else.



I finally got to the step machines--Jenn1 was right! They are awesome. Like, freaky alien pods that exercise your limbs for you. I'm sure it says something disturbing about my life that while people are "starving in Somalia" I need to get on a machine that basically moves my limbs for me (because I am too lazy to get my ass up and around a track) in order to burn off the fat that builds up from eating pretty much whatever I feel like at any given time of the day.

But hey, who cares, I am a true child of urban civilization, and therefore I know how to appreciate being able to work up a healthy sweat while reading the captions on The Simpsons and That 70's Show and listening to Sarah McLachlin at the same time.

Just curious--Jenn1? I know you can kick my ass in the wonderful world of step-machining, but how long do you usually go for? People are so hardcore, I was concentrating on the fact that I was working up the first real sweat of my life, and the girl next to me was reading for a class...can we say multi-tasker of meredith steele proportions?

It's days like these that make me want to curl up into a little, unobstrusive ball and die in the corner...



I was getting ready to go to the gym with Christina (she was going to teach me how to use the step machines, and I was excited b/c of Jenn1's mention of them in her livejournal) and when I get to the door of the gym, right as I'm about to say happily "It would be just like me to forget my ID card, but I didn't," I reach into my pocket and find no ID card.



It's gotta be lack of sleep.



And to make it worse, 5 minutes after I cancelled it online, someone calls me up to return it.

So now I still have to trek all the way across campus and then some in order to get it reinstated. Also, the office is closed now. So I'll have to do it tomorrow morning before my freaking Physics class.



Life is truly the most hilarious thing anyone ever could have thought up.

My brain is about to explode.



I have a Physics test on Tuesday so this entire weekend has sucked nasty crusty fat ass. Douchebag ass. ha.



Well, going home on Tuesday sometime, and then coming back up Friday for the A&M game (the first and probably last football game I will be going to...) and also to write a paper. I look forward to the campus being empty, b/c it makes me feel like I'm doing something I shouldn't...



Was going to ride my bike, but now I don't know where I would go, and it's sorta late...damn. Well at least I will not go backwards a step and eat anything. by the grace of God, give me willpower...



Cut my newly-bought Wal-mart too-big yoga pants into Mia's pants in Pulp Fiction. I think they're cool even if my roomate thinks I'm a fob. lol. ok.



Facebook is disturbing me--it keeps telling me I only have 3 friends. There must be more than that, right? Right???

I might be getting rid of that self-esteem downer soon.

I had one of my late-night mental breakdowns Thursday night after going to a New Yorker "fiction live" thing at La Zona Rosa. Now, this isn't as bad as it sounds, it just means I all of a sudden didn't feel any urge to sleep, and was stuck in a flurry of movement and hyperness...

After dropping Elissa off at her apartment (and picking up my birthday present, a "Red Vein" Fittonia argyroneura plant), I drove through Taco C's to get some chips and queso, which may have been my first step down the road of dissipation. Then, when I got home, I turned on the TV and saw that Bridget Jones Diary was playing, and so I watched it, and of course got all into it, and re-discovered the appeal of Mark Darcy. After that, I cleaned my room, and then made my large Rancid T-shirt that I never wear on account of it being huge, into a hardcore-looking muscle shirt. I proudly showed it off the next day, even though I was in such a stupor from staying up until 2:30 AM that I could barely walk straight.

Needless to say, got through Friday's classes though I can't say I did it with any amount of grace. Then, planned on going to see Bridget Jones 2, but instead ended up taking a nap, and then getting caught up doing nothing but lounging until it was too late to go to the movie and still make it to help Jimmy and his group paint the set...So me and Aaron just went to go eat at Chipotle and then heading over to the Communications building to paint. But when we got there, no one was in the studio they were supposed to be building the set in, and in the end, we find out they're running late and wouldn't be at the set till late. This is really convoluted, but stick with me--then we walked over to the Hole in the Wall where one of the guys was bartending, to find out whether we could get started painting and this (here's one of the points I was getting to) was the first bar I had attempted to get into after turning 21...and get this---they didn't even card me! What a freaking waste of birthdays, hell, I could've been a three-yr-old tottering in and they still wouldn't have done anything about it.

In any case, they decided they trusted us to start painting without them, so we went back to the studio and started painting. It was really awesome, just painting some walls matte white with rollers late at night. The building was pretty much empty, and the studio was really cool, full of huge planks of wood and plenty of hiding places. Which I definitely made use of...at one point, I was quite proud of how nice painting for about 2 hours had made my muscles (haha what a joke...), and so I said to Aaron, who was trying to get to the metal spiral staircase that led up to the metal walkways above the studio, "Come look at my muscles." But he was engrossed in his explorations, and ignored me, so I got back at him by hurrying to a hiding place. He totally couldn't find me--I could see him through a little gap in my hiding place, and I saw him walk by a few times (once pretty close, but apparently he decided I couldn't have fit in my hidey hole, and then into the hall to look for me in the bathroom, and then he came back in, mumbled..."Jennifer?..." in a perplexed voice, and then sat down to wait for me to reappear. He was totally stumped! But by this time, my stomach was cramping up with anxiety--don't ask me why, but that's one of the reasons I was never great at hide-and-seek as a kid, and so I cleared my throat really loudly like, "ahm.m.m.m" and there was a pause. And then Aaron was like, "I heard that..." and so then I was like, "Well, come find me..."

So yeah it was fun staying up late and painting that night.

Then Saturday I worked on a paper for my 20th Century Short Story class all day, and then at night, I went to go see Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, b/c I was so primed by seeing Bridget Jones 1 on Thursday night. It was pretty much a disappointment, too much adherance to a badly written book-sequel (near the end it actually becomes a bad adaptation of Brokedown Palace) , and too many allusions to funny parts of the first Bridget Jones. Not enough Colin, not enough clever-Bridget, only insecure Bridget. There are some good parts though--Mark Darcy and Daniel's fight, almost any part with Mark Darcy in it, which sadly didn't make up for the bad rest of the movie and plot...

In any case, if you haven't noticed, I heart Mark Darcy lots and lots! That standoffish-ness, that stoicism...and then that smile once you get past it : )

I feel like I'm in the middle of a late-middle school/early high school infatuation again...the itchy teeth, the hyper lack of appetite...oh Colin.

LOL ok enough of that. Let's just say I feel that and more for my real

sweetheart Aaron ;-*

And then Sunday I finished my paper, worked a little on Physics, and then late at night around 1, I went back with Aaron to the studios to be an extra, as a psychotic doctor in a science fiction short film of Jimmy's. But we ended up being up there till like 5 a.m., (good thing my first class was cancelled the next day)...but I am still recovering from it.

Hey what the hell, it's college, right?

Ok, so that was a long blog.

Over and out.

"Anonymous said...

You shouldn't be so upbeat about life -- it really wasn't that good back then anyway. Remeber that time you pee'd your pants? That was funny! Your mom and I still talk about it.-Your Dad"



I gotta say, this was a great comment...good use of available material, and very funny. I like the incorporation of both parents, and the characterization of their relationship and interactions, rather than merely the trite "your mom," or the attempting-to-be less trite "your dad."



I don't know about these 'yo mama' wars--I wasn't a part of them before (in the blogging world at least, I am the possessor of quite a few very cutting yo mama jokes in person...as Elissa may attest to), but I am preparing to jump into the fray...



Once more into the breech!

Having just read Jenn1's webjournal post, I sit down again to retry writing the post I gave up on this afternoon...

I got out of class today at noon, apparently just in time to catch the horde of elementary school kids visiting UT eating lunch on the South Mall lawn, and it made me think about how awesome it used to be to go on a field trip, esp. the lunch. Inevitably, it would be in some park, or grassy knoll, and you could just camp out with your best friends in a spot, and spread out your lunch that your mom had made you, which has been a pleasant thought in the back of your mind ever since the morning. And then when you were done, you could run around the park with no worries until the teacher called you back onto the bus, which was also fun b/c you got to sit next to a friend...

I mean, does it ever get better than that? And I stopped getting field trips in, what was it, 8th grade?? And the thing is, what will we ever get in return for losing all the fun things like that that we lose when we grow up--what is there to look forward to...sex and drinking???

I guess I just have to agree with Jenn1--maybe the sex and the drinking do it for some of you people out there, maybe you think it makes up for it--but I don't agree, and probably never will.

"Galahad the pure, I assume? Well, not for long..." --said the flasher robinhood on 6th street to the Crusader.

Yeah, so I got a free Chipotle burrito yesterday--I went on Hallowen night before going to 6th street to see the costumes, and saw that for Election day, if you brought in a receipt from Halloween, you get a free burrito. So I saved my receipt. But last night, I forgot and ate dinner before Aaron reminded me about the free burrito...so, needless to say, I went anyway--hey, that's 6 bucks free...

And I planned, I really did plan, on eating it for lunch and dinner today. But after I got the burrito to go, I had to put it in my backpack and go to the library to read about the devil. or physics...whichever you prefer. In any case, I had to carry this warm, inviting burrito around in my backpack at the library, and with every step, I could hear the paper bag crinkling teasingly. By the time I was 3/4 of the way done on the chapter about the devil's nutritional needs...or Oscillations and Simple Harmonic movement, whatever you prefer, it's really all the same anyway...I was starving.

So at about 11:00 p.m. I gave in to temptation and ate about 4/5ths of that burrito. I tell you, feeding me has been like shoveling gravel into the Grand Canyon these days...



It's finally winter!!!~Out comes the Sarah McLachlin. She is totally winter music. It's cool, everything seems more interesting when it's cold. Hell I even feel more interesting, like I am mysterious and not just what you see. (Come to think of it, that's what I always felt like in high school which is what kept me from caring what other people thought about me...I really need to recapture that feeling...)--Is that conceit? or survival?



Tonight when I went downstairs to eat at the Jester cafeteria, there was some guy with a guitar singing, I guess it was Open Mike Night or something...but he was so into it, so earnestly strumming and passionately singing, that I pitied, ridiculed and yet admired him at the same time. It's just too ridiculous hearing his tortured music about how lost he feels, when I'm putting some cheese on my salad and picking up some milk. And yet, I have to admire the amount of idealism and passion it must take for him to want to pour out his innermost feelings to the masticating masses...

Dear Chipotle:

You really must stop putting crack in your burritos.

Sincerely,

Jennifer T.