So this is how living by yourself is... grilled cheese sandwiches at midnight. mmm.

Right now, I feel like a leper. I haven't seen the light of day for what seems like months. Well, ok, I went to Target last night with Elissa and had a lot of fun, but when I took out the trash today, it felt amazing, the sun warm on my skin and the wind blowing lightly, that I just really can't wait till I can finally have some real fun without feeling guilty because I'm not studying.
Anyways, MCATs are in a week, and after that, Aaron's going to be here, and I want to go to Barton Springs and get sunburnt and sweaty.

Things I've done this summer (chronological order):
1. Interviewed for a job I pretty much knew I wouldn't get at a vet clinic. But I'm sorta glad I didn't get it bc now, thinking back on it, I do not feel like shoveling poo for minimum wage.
2. Went on the trip that was most likely the reason I didn't get the job: Taiwan, which was super hot and humid and I was sticky the entire time I was there, even two seconds after a shower. But it was fun hanging out with my cousins and my cousin's kids. Not fun: staying in the same room for two weeks with my mom and sister, and sleeping in the same place. ugh.
3. Stopped for the weekend in LA to see Aaron, and we all went to Universal Studios, and to visit USC for my sister, and Muscle Beach and the boardwalk, and Hollywood Blvd. And then Sunday night me and Aaron went to see War of the Worlds
4. Went to Austin to sign the lease for my new apartment. I move in Monday! eek.
5. Shopped at Ikea and Target for various things for the apartment. I bought a desk last night, and am going to buy a futon soon.
6. Studied constantly for the MCATS in hopes of being able to get out of TX for a couple of years.

Well, signing off.
Watch out for yourselves...it's a fetus eat fetus world out there*.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4624307.stm
and also
http://multiples.about.com/cs/medicalissues/a/vanishingtwin.htm

*phrase coined from my sister.

"Hey Tom, Jim Carrey called...he wants his crazy back."

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An (apparently uninformed) music conoisseur once told me that Unwritten Law's "Cailin," which up to that point had been my favorite romantic rock song ever, was written about the lead singer's daughter. And I believed her...until a couple of months ago. Yeah, if you're trying to make up some clever interpretation of a song to pass off as truth, that wasn't such a bad one--for most of the song, it works. But after about three years of pushing aside that song for that reason (after all, it's just creepy relating lyrics meant for a little 6-yr old girl to my own love life), when I finally listened to it again, I realized it couldn't be true, because of these crucial words:
"I'll be alright / But I, I need you close / Please stay tonight / As long as you're here / Just stay near / We'll be alright, yeah alright"
So the song has now been reinstated as the most romantic rock song ever made.
And it's sort of just in time, seeing as me and Aaron are starting the long-distance thing again--he's going to L.A. for an internship with Warner Brothers, and I'm staying in Austin, getting an apartment and finishing off my last year at UT.

Jennifer's Room Next Year at her New Apartment:
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Ten things I'm going to have at the apt:
1. Aaron's bed to sleep in
2. A new boxer puppy/dog
3. Foamy hand soap
4. A towel next to the bathroom sink and matches next to the toilet to remind me of Jimmy and Aaron's place
5. Posters: my Phish poster (not bc I like the band, but bc I like the picture), my NY Poet's Walk picture, and maybe, just maybe that black and white poster of the two girls wearing white tank tops and underwear...I'm not sure.
6. Ingredients for grilled cheese sandwiches
7. The Pottery Barn cereal bowls (easily the most barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen items I own, and I love them...it's funny but if you go back about a year or six months in the blog, I talk about wanting these bowls, and I did finally get them as a present from Aaron)
8. My make-up and other various girl things in pie tins like I had them for most of last semester in the dorms
9. My desk from when I was a little kid
10. The astronaut (or shall I say cosmonaut--after all the guy looks a little Russian) pez dispenser magnet I stole from a random locker in the Communications building one late night painting sets at the studios.

Alright, I'm signing off... but first,
Books I've read:
1. Afternoon of the Elves by Janet Taylor Lisle
2. Insomnia by Stephen King

And also, Happy 24th, Aaron...5 years and 11 months. I love you. ;-*

Haha sorry you other people who I'm sure are cringing in protest of this public display of affection.

Yeah, so my roommate has decided to move back home for the last three weeks of the semester apparently. I wouldn't have even known except for my acute blog-reading abilities... It's sorta sad, her blog said that she "doesn't want to feel like an intruder in her own room anymore." Which I don't understand seeing as with MCATs and other school stuff I am hardly ever in the room except to sleep and drop off my things once or twice throughout the day. And she seems like a pretty cool person except she responds to all my attempts at conversation with monosyllabic answers...like two weeks ago (my last attempt at any sort of meaningful conversation) I was like, "You should read this short story by Stephen King, it's really good" (actually I didn't say it nearly so smoothly and confidently, because frankly, she makes me nervous...) but yeah I stumbled out something like that, figuring we'd have to talk about it after she was done with it...but no, a couple days later she hands the book back, saying, "Yeah I finished it..."
Anyways, I guess it's just one of those things. It's probably that neither of us talks a whole lot. But if I were so upset with my living conditions I'd at least talk to my roommate about it before just leaving without even packing up my stuff... : ( Seriously, I am totally socially inept.

current music: On the Table, AC Newman

I want to live in the O.C. I want a soundtrack this cool to apply to my life.
Instead, I spent the weekend playing Grand Theft Auto and eating high priced unworthy food at some restaurant that apparently only frat boys, sorority girls, and young professionals frequent. And wishing it were already next semester so that I would already have the perfect boxer puppy adopted from the local shelter to chill with.
Yeah, lately I've felt pretty dissatisfied with everything, it's all this indie rock that's making it worse, making me want something more than a simple day...

"I am an American aquarium drinker
I assasin down the avenue
I'm hiding out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you

Let's forget about the tongue-tied lightning
Let's undress just like cross-eyed strangers
This is not a joke so please stop smiling
What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt...

I always thought that if I held you tightly
You'd always love me like you did back then
Then I fell asleep and the city kept blinking
What was I thinking when I let you back in

I am trying to break your heart
I am trying to break your heart
But still I'd be lying if I said it wasn't easy
I am trying to break your heart"
--Wilco

See what I mean? Who wouldn't be terribly depressed and sad who listened to this? I think I will go lie in bed and contemplate my existence. ha.