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My last 2 years in a nutshell

Thu, 30 May 2013 19:45:12 GMT

almost done with my degree, taking one class in the fall on macroeconomics because I want to learn about economics, pursuing non-profit management instead of journalism, dumped boyfriend because he was crazy, got a new boyfriend, family doing ok

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Wed, 07 Sep 2011 21:11:14 GMT

Blah.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Tue, 21 Jun 2011 17:59:24 GMT

So apparently, if someone is friends with me for 2 years and hides the fact that he becomes physically violent during seizures and refuses medication, that means I'm not a "true friend" but since he tolerated me walking away from the friendship and still wants to be friends with me later, that means he is a "true friend." Just telling you the definition of loyalty. Don't blame me. I'm just the messenger.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Mon, 22 Nov 2010 21:49:28 GMT

I'm not dead.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Tue, 24 Aug 2010 21:45:25 GMT

Dumb: Trying to con everyone into doing your work and not expect to get caught.

Dumber: Taking the situation to management when someone who has a reputation for getting along with co-workers and always helping out criticizes you.

Dumbest: Telling management and interrupting your co-worker every time she tells her side of the story (especially if her main complaint was that she tried to resolve it without getting management involved but she couldn't because you kept on interrupting her) and bringing up a situation that happened 2 months ago and when your co-worker gives her side of the story, saying that situation doesn't count because it was "a long time ago."

E. E. Crappings

Mon, 23 Aug 2010 20:34:03 GMT

If you

want

to ruin

my day by

introducing the class

to ee cummings

and telling us

he actually does

anything

of siginificance

and did more

than

just write sentences

or partial words

without using proper

punctuation

you need

to find a

real professor

to teach the class

Because he's from Mississippi...

Mon, 21 Jun 2010 21:49:12 GMT

Becca and I were sitting on a slab of concrete by the side of the road, talking. I had a short skirt on and was hugging my knees.

Random guy pulls up his car.

Him: What are you girls doing?

Someone then calls him and he picks up the phone and talks to the person while we're awkwardly sitting there. He ends the conversation in a minute or two.

Guy: So what are you pretty ladies up to?

Me: Just sitting here and talking.

Him (to Becca) : Do you smoke weed?

Her: No.

Him: Why?

Her: Because.

Him (to me) : Do you smoke weed?

Me: No.

Him: Why?

Me: None of your business.

Him (to Becca): Would you like to smoke with me?

Her: No.

Him (to me): Would you like to smoke with me?

Me: No.

Him: Why?

Me: None of your business.

Him: Well, I'm from Mississippi.

Becca and I glance at each other.

Him: What are your names?

Becca: Crystal.

Him (to me): What's your name?

Me: Poodentame. Ask me again and I'll tell you the same.

Him: What's your real name?

Me: None of your business.

Him (to Becca): What's your phone number?

Becca: I don't give that out.

Him: Why?

Becca: Because.

Him (to me): What's your phone number?

Me: I don't give that out either.

Him: Why?

Me: None of your business.

Him (to me): Well, you should put your legs down because that short skirt of yours is showing off some unladylike areas.

Me: Okay

I cross my legs and he drives off.

Yeah, he sure is some fine gentleman from Mississippi...

A very civic day for Jenna

Thu, 27 May 2010 21:38:09 GMT

So far, I got to see a trial for the first time (Yay! My friend is out...at least for a little bit) and then I wandered around Mass St. and got to witness a cop grab grab a minor who had been skateboarding by the minor's shirt and almost have the kid crash to the sidewalk and then the cop said he was going to charge the minor with assault (which was just a stupid move on the cop's part because there were 8 witnesses who saw that the only person who committed assault was the cop) so I might end up going to a trial for a second time as a witness.

Xavier Drama, Part 2

Thu, 27 May 2010 21:32:41 GMT

So one of my friends works for this guy who I stopped hanging around because he kept on getting angry with me because he didn't think we hang out enough, even though I told him I'm in college, on a newspaper staff, have a part-time job, and have plenty of other friends. I wanted to be fair and wait until the end of the semester and just outright tell him why I was ignoring his calls and why he shouldn't ever call me again, but about a week before finals, he called me in the middle of the night (when I was dead-out asleep) and left me a message that said he's moving back to Texas and "no one will ever hear from" him "again" again but he's always loved me and he thinks I'm a "sexy little love muffin." (I posted about it here: http://heterophobic-female-chauvinist.xanga.com/726925716/item/)

Instead of giving him the heart-to-heart talk about why we shouldn't be friends anymore, I sent him a message on FB that told him not to use sexual terms with me since we're not sexually active and then blocked him.

I also have known his employee way longer than I have known him, and he knows I know his employee. So when I recently saw his employee I said, "Dude, what's with your boss? He left me a message that said he's going back to Texas and no one will hear from him again." And my friend said, "That's weird. I work for him. He called me just yesterday and asked me to come in tomorrow. He never mentioned anything about moving."

Friggin' moron! Why would someone fake a suicide message to get me to call them back and feel bad for them when they know for a fact that I know their employee?

This is the second time this year (by this year I mean since the beginning of 2010, not in the past 365 days) that someone has tried to get me to do something for them by leaving me a suicide message. The first time the moron was allegedly dead and then went to the most heavily trafficked place in town and just casually walked around in a bright, red jacket as if he was begging to announce he's still alive.

So what's today's lesson? Don't fake a suicide when you can't cover your own ass!

Monday, May 10, 2010

Mon, 10 May 2010 23:50:44 GMT

Dear Xavier,*

I wasn't sure how you could possibly make our friendship more awkward after you told me I gave you a boner from my belly dancing (which wasn't even directed at you, it was during a belly dancing demonstration at a Middle Eastern restaurant. I was doing it to be fun and be a part of the moment, not to have you or any other guys watching make lude comments at me) and yet you managed when you decided to call me last night to tell me you're moving away tomorrow and I'll never hear from you again and that you always loved me and you think I'm a "sexy little love muffin."

First of all, after countless messages you left on my phone when you would just end up talking to me in a demanding voice because you don't think we hang out enough, I can only assume that you're not actually leaving town and are just using this as yet another technique to manipulate me into responding. Just like that time you called me to tell me one of our mutual friends is having a kid or that time you wanted to use your binge drinking as an excuse to get me to talk...

Second of all, quit telling me you love me. The last time I recall, we're not dating. Perhaps the fact that you thought I was obligated to hang out with you outside of writer's group and you kept on getting really touchy-feely with me the few moments we did hang out leads me to kind of wonder if you decided we were dating and forgot to tell me. But in all seriousness, even if we were dating, I've only known you since December so it would be kind of creepy even if I did agree that we're dating.

And calling me a sexy little love muffin when we weren't sexually involved is not a good way to make me want to stay in touch through texting or Facebook. It does, however, make blocking you rather tempting.

Sincerely,

Jenna

*Names have not been changed. Xavier is actually a living, breathing person.