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no, this isn't my usual mockery of George Dubya; the following isn't even a joke -- it's just information, facts to back your arguments against one true idiot, real articles, real stories.

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i promise once i'm not so goddamn tired, i will update, i will comment, and you all will love me again.

until then i'm taking a nap.

-jen-

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I have been feeling absolutely horrible as of recently ...

why you ask, could i be feeling this down with such wonderful happenings around me?

well you see my friend, as of late i completed a survey on my livejournal...

and on my entire friends list i did not mention a special friend once.


so this one goes out to you ... olll' buddy.

best guy friend: steveeeeeeee-o


OH MY GOD THE LOVE IN THIS ROOM IS TOO MUCH TO HANDLE WHERE IS MY FUCKING TISSUE.

and julie shut your face i edited that what more do you want hawaii five-o.
(oh, i kid, i love you, you strange girl)

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lemme tell you something about fedex.

there is this man...
45 years old and big ... and ... scary.

and he's fucking OBSESSED with me. it's creepy. considering he's the same age as my father except my father is two times as good looking as ... the scary dude.
props to my dad you sexy thang.
hey i have to give him props, i get my GENES FROM HIM MOTHERFUCKER.
oh who am i kidding, half of my family is from west virgina...

ANYWAY.

he's like ... scarily obsessed. everytime i walk past him ... a whistle, a cat call, a "hey jennifer!" and always, ALWAYS staring at me ... and guess what?

i got to load a can with him for three hours today.
i could literally feel him undressing me with his eyes.

not only that, but anytime i would speak any sort of phrase that could even remotely be taken in a sexual context, it was.

example:
me: "fuck dude, after this can is done i am taking OFF."
SCARY DUDE: "OH YEAH?! TAKING OFF WHAT BECAUSE I WANT TO BE THERE AND SEE THAT SHIT GO DOWN".
me: (cowards far, far away and sobs)

example #2:
me: "okay (scary dude) we gotta lift this huge ass box and put it (here). are you ready? yeah? let's do it.
SCARY DUDE: LET'S DO IT?! CAN WE?! I'M READY THAT'S FOR SURE. OH GOD WHY IS MY MIND ALWAYS LIKE THIS AROUND YOU.

example #3:
SCARY DUDE: MY WIFE'S TRYING TO TAKE ME TO THE CLEANERS WITH THIS DIVORCE. I LOVE MY JEEP AND MY HOUSE AND MY BOAT AND I'M TELLING YOU ALL OF THESE THINGS TO GET YOU IN BED WITH ME DESPITE THE FACT THAT YOU COULD BE MY DAUGHTER K? THANKS.

you get the point. it's creepy but everyone just sees him as big, cuddly ((scary dude)). i don't. but whatever, he cannot actually be serious. good god no.



in other news. half of my finals are all conveniently scheduled for tomorrow.
ze schedule goes like this:
monday: mass comm & music appreciation finals
tuesday: radio shows. fuck that.
wednesday: writing for media
and DUH DUH DUH
thursday: the EVER SO DREADED BIO EXAM.
yeah the one that my grade rides on. gotta love that pressure cooker.


time to study. and maybe a little bit of sleepage thrown into the mix.

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Upon finishing my last day of classes here at BW ... i went home ... and fucking knocked myself out from 3pm until 715pm. Finals have officially come upon us.

even worse, my parents LET me do this. that's the scary thing.

Right now my jaw is hanging from the rest of my skull and my eyes are merely slits as my body and brain rushes itself into wakeup-its-time-for-fedex mode.

fuck fedex.

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several points to bring up...

a. i am absolutely loving my new position at fedex. time flies. it's easy, and everyone is impressed over how well i handle math and paperwork and NOT how nicely i load a can. definitely much cooler, plus -- i'm officially now the next person on the list of regular peeps at fedex to move up the ladder. so shove it.
the only thing i don't appreciate is that i'm learning and training for this position the last week of classes. and i'll probably be taking over moreso the WEEK OF FINALS. my brain is definitely going to self-combust.

the poor fucker.

which brings me to my next point...
b. last semester, couldn't wait to see those grades and that awesome GPA. this semester? oh hell no. i'm not worried about writing for media or music appreciation, or maybe not even mass comm (althought i've definitely fucked up in that class too). BUT MY BIO CLASS OH MY BIO CLASS. definitely fucking NOT looking forward to that.
this semester royally sucks becauuuuse...
i have to ace all of my finals, literally, to do decently in all.

c. my tendonitis, after a full half year without, is finally acting up again. it got so bad last nite that i couldn't open up my door to my bedroom because I COULD NOT TURN THE DOORKNOB. and right now it's throbbing ... so ... we shall close this entry on a sour note.

sorry i couldn't be more perky, but it's the week before finals and the day before the last day of classes ... what can you expect?


oh i'm such the fuckup.

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woo for me, i'm an official summer student at tri-seeeeeeeeeeeee.
oh yes that rhymed.

and yes, i would NOT be taking summer classes if it was not absolutely imperative for me to catch up on my lack of credit hours.

a-thank you.

and ps -- i scheduled those classes in the LAST fucking possible second possible.
POSSIBLE.



OH! and in other news -- HMV at Southpark is going out of business and EVERYTHING is 30% off. EVERYTHING. upon seeing this i begged my mother (who is now in charge of my finances since i have overdrafted four times so far this year) to let me purchase the NEW V.A.S.T ALBUM.

MY REVIEW?!?! fucking amazing. you can definitely tell that jon is trying to draw back to his elements in the original v.a.s.t. album, and it just works. the slower, dark ballads on the ablum are absolutely phenomenal and the additional usage of the piano on this album is brilliant. i'm running out of adjectives so i shall draw this to a close, but this album really brings me back to sophomore year of high school -- AWW THOSE V.A.S.T. ROOTS!

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getting ready to go to bed and i'm realizing that i'm throwing a lot of stress on my mom.

we might need to get that lady's head checked ... i'm an awful daughter to raise.

in other news, the station is interviewing orgy! umm did i not have the hugest crush on that mr. gordon fella? i think so ... i really hope that i get in on this one because wow ... i mean, man ... yeah. thank you nichole for that sweet info!

in other other news, during my morning shift today this one dude Allen (really weird, kinda strange, slightly scary) comes in to do my local news broadcast. (DJ trainees have to sign up for news broadcasts at half past the hour). Anyway, i knew it was going to be a trip, and i couldn't believe that he is so behind in this class ONCE AGAIN (yes he was in my dj trainee class a semester ago). And sure enough this guy just goes on with the most ... overlydramatic, overlyexaggerated, straining to get as deep as possible voice i have ever heard. i tried my very damndest to not laugh during it ... but dammit ... it was early ... and i ... i just don't think clearly until at least 10am.

anyway ... that was nice ...

alright you guys, i'm going to make my rounds commenting (i love how michelle always announces this) and then i'm peace out ... if i don't get to you tonite, then you were too far down on my friends list and i feel asleep before i made it there.

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i'm so fucking frustrated that if one more thing goes wrong, my head is likely to fucking burst wide fucking open.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

in other news, i finally decided to ignore the mass amounts of debt i'm in and go out and by the franz ferdinand album anyway. as amazing as the album is, that was one fucking jackass move.

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well today was interesting ...

so i slaved over my car this afternoon. i mean, washed it, dried it, cleaned the windows, cleaned the inside, polished the tires ...

and then it rained. fuck you ohio.
now the car looks exactly the same except with less papers inside and the tire is a little shiny.


in other news, at FED EX of all places, i got a nice confidence booster in the form of a fucking PROMOTION.
hello? me? fed fucking ex? promotion?
demonstration:
before: HANDLER -- load boxes into cans
after: PLANE DECK SUPERVISOR -- make sure the cans get to their spots in the planes.

It's fedex, and they fuck people, so no -- i donot get more money, but being able to operate the decks is major bonus points on the yearly review -- and therefore you get quite the nice raise. PLUS, it's the next step up the FedEx ladder.
If I end up at FedEx the rest of my life, I will deserve quite the kick in the ass.



Feelin' pretty good in general, now I just need to find out how bad exactly i am doing in biology. yessss ...


I think I've got to draw this little update to a close right there. Otherwise my eyes are gonna close first.


OH GOOD GOD! ANNE! ANYONE! V.A.S.T! MAY 28TH! JON CROSBY AND ALL HIS GLORY AT THE AGORA! MAY 28TH! MY GOD! I'M DONE! NO WAIT! OH MY GOD! OKAY I'M DONE!

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i've really swerved into this "i really don't give a shit" mode.

let me demonstrate...

things with my crush? didn't end how i would've liked ...
i really don't give a shit.

classes end in two weeks ...
i really don't give a shit.

i have a 5 page paper to write by tomorrow morning ...
i really don't give a shit.

i have a huge fucking bio final, in which my final grade GREATLY depends on, in a week.
i really don't give a shit.

i have a lot of fucking schoolwork to do before finals.
i really don't give a shit.

i totally ate way off-base of my diet this weekend.
i really don't give a shit.

i called off of work sick tonite. when in fact i'm the healthiest i've been in weeks. slightly.
i really don't give a shit.

in all, i really don't think i'm ready for my finals IN ONE WEEK at all.
i really don't give a shit.

and life kinda sucks right now in general.
i really don't give a shit.



yeah ... that speaks for itself i suppose.


and an addition ... check this shit out ... fucking scary.

Man I promise, she's so self conscious
She has no idea what she's doing in college
That major that she majored in don't make no money
But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny
Now, tell me that ain't insecurrre
The concept of school seems so securrre
Sophmore three yearrrs aint picked a careerrr
She like fuck it, I'll just stay down herre.

kanye west ... describes me quite fucking perfectly i'd have to say.

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sometimes you really need a good dosage of bad news to give you a really niiiiice kick in the ass.

i'm fucking pumped. i'm going to fucking DO this. and then i'm going to rub it in everyone's fucking faces months from now.

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alright alright alright.

well... remember when i was wondering if my fastpitch team was as good as i thought they were or it was just coach's pride? it's definitely the simple fact that they are that good. undefeated right now, 6-0. they've swept TWO doubleheaders already and beat two teams that were rumoured to be some of the best in the area.
SO TAKE THAT AND SHOVE IT. i'm so fucking prrrroud. (tear, sniffle).


i've got a horrendous cough. i mean, this thing is bad. i think i may even venture and say i've never had a cough so painful in my life. the doctor put me on three different types of medication, and one was a cough syrup with a decent amount of kodine (codine? kodeen? champanyah?) in it.
he warned me to not consume the prescribed medication and proceed to go "woohoo! let me drive you around in my car!"
i was bummed that he read my mind so quickly.


today at our double header, we had that tricky-softball-overcast. the kind where you don't think the sun's going to burn you, but after a double header with thin clouds overhead, you come back with a big ... nice ... SUNBURN covering your cheeks.
eh, i guess it's better than that snow white tan i had going on.


so the whole POP-UP deal on my computer is starting to get just a little out of hand. i think i have like, maybe four viruses on this bad boy right now and i'm fighting off these pop-ups with all my fucking might.
but you see ... it's just too much when fat girl porn pop ups in your face. imagine if my mom came downstairs during that. HOW DOES ONE EXPLAIN THAT????
me: "uh, you see mom, i was just trying to majorly boost up the self-confidence factor and all and uhh ..."

it really did score some points for good ol' self esteem though.
i'm one sexy bitch.



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school. is a bitch.

well, not completely. tonite we had room draw, and me and anne sawyer definitely walked away with exactly what we wanted. first floor in the freshly remodeled Ehause East. lovely day for us, we rock, and so on.

but my crisis comes with scheduling classes.
As of right now - i've got 25 credits - which barely makes me a sophomore even though I should be FINISHING my sophomore year and becoming a junior in the fall. ANYWAY.

senior year of high school i had this crazy impulse to go into broadcast and mass communication - mainly because i didn't want to go in undecided, WHICH i really was.
so i started taking all these classes for my major at Denison. Took medical leave from DU second semester - pissed away 16 credits and lots of money. And went home to transfer to Baldwin Wallace.

They kind of pushed me right into BMC there, even though I told them I wasn't sure if it was what I was looking for. And throughout first semester I was fine in BMC. But then I met John Elmo. Fuck John Elmo. He mentioned one day in my DJ class that if you were looking to get into radio - you had get use to crazy hours, mainly third shift, major insecurity and a cutthroat business, and very crappy, little pay until you somewhat "make it" in the biz.

And I sat there listening to that and thought - THAT'S what I'm trying to major in?! It's like the exact opposite of what I'm looking for in a job. I want something secure with benefits and good retirement plans - I want solid daytime hours, first shift - and I want enough of an income so I at least REALIZE why I went to college and buried myself in debt.

And just this second semester I realized something I have wanted since sixth grade -- to become a teacher. And while making a change of majors scares and depresses the absolute shit out of me, I believe in ten years I will think it was for the best. I'm almost certain that this is the path I want, but I'm scared to make a switch so late in the game. I'm scared to switch over to an ENGLISH major. I'm scared to pay the extra bills for the extra years in school. And most of all, I'm scared to not graduate in four years like I always thought I would have no problem of doing. I always thought i'd be the class of '06, and I almost feel like a failure knowing that there is a very little chance of that now.

And i'm scared that I'm not making the right choice.

Did I mention I hate college?

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omg ... so many things are fucking aggravating me right now. little to big, people to things. practically EVERYTHING.

you bettah hope you're not part of the cause.





oh ... cheers!

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lady luck ... part 3.

fedex? yeah...

we had to schedule vacation time at work this week.

A. well first of all, i somehow had to find a way to get june 11th to the 13th off for the bonnaroo music festival. yeah, i honestly had no clue how to work that out.

B. AND how the hell someone with ZIP seniority (like myself) was going to get the first week of August off for my family vacation this year.

C. AND how i was going to use my last personal day on easter sunday ... seeing as four people ALREADY had the day off.

CHECK. CHECK. CHECK.

not a single fucking problem in the entire bunch. i am fucking amazed.

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Part 2: LADY LUCK HAS THROWN ME A BONE.

if you're my friend you will read this entire "way-too-long" entry. i'll give you a cookie.


Alright, so we all know that The Strokes situation worked out beautifully.

This next situation though, god... I don't even know how to describe this. By FATE alone did this happen. Let me explain ...
On any normal monday at 7:45pm - I WOULD BE WORKING AT FEDEX.
On any normal day anytime - I WOULD NOT BE LISTENING TO 92.3FM.
On any normal-ish day - I WOULD NOT BE LISTENING TO THE RADIO AT ALL.
AND On any day ever - WOULD I NEVER BE THIS LUCKY.

BUT...

THIS PARTICULAR monday ...
a. I had a sudden urge to take a random day off of work as my personal day. I have no clue WHY i chose march 22nd, i just had the urge.
b. I wore out my von bondies CD in its player so i was skimming through the radio.
c. I JUST SO HAPPENED ... within the 10 second time slot i allowed for each station to catch my attention, HEAR 92.3 announce it was giving away tickets to the sold out DARKNESS SHOW AT THE AGORA.

ummm ... FREAKS.

okay, i totally procrastinate on buying concert tickets ... so of course, I was left hi-and-dri with the sold out darkness shizzz. so i told myself, when i heard the DJ announce that ... that I WOULD TRY MY DARNDEST to win those tickets. THAT I WOULD AT LEAST put in THAT much effort.

SO ...

the DJ comes back on the air and is like "alright we're doing this contest, i'm going to get three winners here at extreme radio and you have to sing the highest part of the "i believe in a thing called love" song - the part that goes touching youuuuuuuooooouuuu touching meee eee eee touching you GOD you're touching Meeeee EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

and the one thing i have learned working at my radio station is that EVERYONE gives up WAY TOO SOON on giveaways. everyone stops calling in within the first minute.

SO ... literally ten minutes into the busy signals ... it starts ringing.
at this point i'm like ... OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGODPLEASEGODGODGODGODPLEASE.
AND BAM! THE DJ ANSWERS THE PHONE "92.3 EXTREME GO!" and boom! here i am singing my ass off for all of cleveland to laugh at. LOUD OUT OF TUNE AND BEAUTIFUL.

and i am so horribley out of tune and ridiculous sounding.

but i did it all like a fucking genius.

AND THEN.
for the next, literally, HOUR, the DJ has all of cleveland call in and vote for their favorite singer. AND THAT WINNER, THAT SOLE WINNER, RECEIVES 2 TIX TO THE SOLD OUT CONCERT AND BACKSTAGE/MEETNGREET PASSES. OMFG.

and like, between each and every song the dj would either air a recap of me and the other two contestants singing OR she would air herself asking people who they were voting for.

AND DUDE.
the phones were COMPLETELY off the hook for the next entire hour.
AND...
i was totally kicking ass. practically every person she would ask "92.3 extreme - who ya votin' for?" they would be like "dude, i gotta give it to jennifer" or "i'd like to vote for the girl" or "definitely jennifer, she just rocked". the DJ even made out a point of telling everyone how badly i was kicking the other two contestants asses. yes. i am THAT GOOD.

grant it, half of the voices were steve. lmao, just kidding - only two of them. HA.

ANYWAY.

before i even know it, BOOM ... my cell phone starts ringing. AND IT'S FUCKING 92.3 EXTREME. i motherfucking won the tickets. grant it, i start freaking out ... typical insane woman on the phone.

jennifer: LAUGHS INSANELY - omgomgomg THANK YOU omg i'm dyyyyyyyyyyyyyying"
lady dj: DUDE YOU CAN'T DIE YOU'VE GOT A CONCERT TO GO TO GIRL.
jennifer: omg thank you thank you thank you
lady dj: LAUGHS. you're a riot AND GIRL YOU KICKED THE OTHER TWO GUYS' ASSES.
jennifer: omg thank you so much, and thanks to the people who have been voting. omg AHH.
lady dj: aww you're too cute - you're gonna have a blast girl - you WON!
JENNIFER: DIES.

and now ... hmm ... who shall be the guest of honor? well god knows that this situation has created the golden oppurtunity for someone special ... hmmm (wink).

BUT. i might just settle for anne.

WHO THE FUCK CARES OMFG I'M MEETING THE DARKNESS. I FUCKING ROCK.
my ego is so big it hurts.

the end.

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just in case you didn't read the headliner ... let me run that by you again.

oh good GOD ... lady luck has thrown me a bone.

alright. CASE A: THE STROKES.

read the entry below. hugeass bummer.
so i take michelle's bit 'o' advice and check out ebay.
holy woah - those tickets are EXPENSIVE.
and i'm just like - no way no. 40 bucks and then some for tix? i can't! i just don't have the money! and i don't want to go into bidding wars.

and then, somewhat like an epiphany ... i remember reading something about a pittsburgh show.
hmmmm ....
QUICKLY click to the strokes site,
click to ticketmaster,
pollstar.com,
everything.

THE SHOW IS NOT SOLD OUT. IT TAKES ME LESS TIME TO GO TO PITT, PA THEN TO COLUMBUS, OHIO AND HELLO - TWENTY FIVE DOLARES FOR EACH TICKET.
i'm ecstatic.
me and anne run up like wild dogs to giant eagle. throw in our credit cards and fucking wah-lah.
i am finally, after four long years, 100% seeing the strokes.

god i love you.


and if you thought THAT WAS GOOD. just WAIT until my next post.
unbelieveable-ness is on the way. and i just have to thank a lot of people for it real quick ...
shawna ... rhonda ... m fucking dawg ... my awesome brother and his best friend joey ... and definitely steve-o. thanks so much steve, tonite was awesome.

and that sounded way too girlfriend-y so i'm just going to clarify that ... steve helped out the most, so he gets the "tonite was awesome" award.

there ya go. i'm going to leave everyone else in anticipation until i can type up all the details ... TEE FUCKING HEE.