Stay calm and DO NOT rush the stores all at once:
But there is only 1 shopping day left until my birthday.

There are still days when I want to be 19 again. Now 19 was not a particularly pleasant time in my life in any area, but something about that unpleasantness makes me nostalgic. I'm so much better at 28 in every single way (cuter, smarter, healthier, etc.), but I don't have that same rightousness and self-involvment anymore. I guess I miss youth.

When the Counting Crows sing
"Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late",
What time do you think they're talking about?

in further bella updates, she was so exhausted from her weekend in the country, running like mad, meeting "the biggest dog she's ever seen", aka- the horse, that she not only slept 12 hours last night, but i actually had to wake HER up at 8:45 this morning. jeez.

now i'm not normally a gal who'd going to go out there & promote make-up (not that i am some naturally fresh-faced girl who doesn't need a little to be presentable) BUT this shit really does the trick of making your skin look healthy & dewey (oh, come on. you know you want dewey).

yesterday i went to the store to buy new bras that i DESPERATELY needed because i have lost an entire bra size after going off the pill. all my bras are now baggy and nobody likes a baggy bra.
so i go- i pick out a few bras, but then, something in the coat section catches my eye. it is gray, it is soft, it is fuzzy. it is an extra small. i do not wear an extra small, so i feel ok trying it on just to see how it looks because i will not buy it because it will not fit me. but miracles of miracles, the extra small fits perfectly & man, is this coat cute. I check the price and it has been marked down from $160 to $38. Now being that I have $180 to my name, it is not the smartest decision to buy the bras and the coat. but buying the coat was not actually spending money, that was putting $120 of saved money in my pocket (rationale)! so i put the much-needed bras back and buy this once-in-a-lifetime coat. i still need bras, but luckily i have a gift certificate to macy's.

Friends for life
you know you're friends for life because your dad & their dad grew up in the same apartment building in nyc. and your mom & their mom were roommates in their 20's. and their parents fixed your parents up (um, not such good matchmakers!). and then you were all born around the same time and you camped together every summer of your life and when your mom was a single mom unable to make ends meet, their dad bought you a dress for your jr. high turnabout dance. and because you never had a choice about them being in your life, but when you were finally old enough to, they were the most awesome people, exactly who you would choose as friends, so OF COURSE they are your friends for life.

I worry about the fact that I don't have talents. I feel like it is a side-effect of being lazy. I'm not bored; I could stare at a wall for hours and not get bored, but I'm impatient. I don't think I have the patience to learn new things. I've already classified myself- not an artist, not a good writer, not creative. The strange thing is that other people do see me as creative- or assume that I would be. Because I'm passionate, and I know that about myself, and like that about myself, but more often than not, the day-to-day of life just gets me down & makes me feel as if i have no energy left for other things. and i don't even know what those other 'things' are. it's like i have this illusive talent that i don't know about, but at the same time, i know i don't have it. nobody ever thinks i 'outdid myself' for anything, and i don't think that about myself either. i just 'get it done'. maybe this is just the way it's going to be, but i have a feeling there is something more.

I'm a penny-pincher along with the rest of you (i mean, you have to be when you make $15k/ year), but one place where it's best to go ahead & buy the pricey item is when it comes to scents. cheap scents smell cheap, and the good ones will make you (&everyone around you) feel good all over.

i'm honestly curious why the 1 on the phone doesn't have letters on it like the rest of the numbers? does anybody know?

after really only enjoying lesbian folk rock music for so many years, i'm suddenly feeling drawn to a bit of hip-hop. it's like my world has opened to rhythm. it's a whole new world out there...

in further passive-aggressive behavior by my co-workers, today they opted to do all the dishes in the sink except for my one tupperware container and fork. wow guys, you really got me there! that's so subtle of you.

This weekend I ate nothing but party food. But you know, party food is the way I'd eat every day if it wasn't such a hassle to make. I could just nibble rich, fatty food day in and day out. The reason for all this party food, you may ask (ah, c'mon, everyone who reads this was at ALL the same parties), is that it was a graduation weekend! both ananda & i managed to obtain further degrees. yea for us!
i have to say one of the best moments was after my party on saturday, when everyone was gone by 10:00 (PM!). damn, i love being an adult.

bella is a lesbian. her girlfriend is stella.

my day started with a dying sparrow mauled by the belle who was rushed to the humane society only to die.
then i spilled water all over my keyboard at work, ruining the life of the keyboard.
the lovely day came to an end when i was sweeping and hit myself in the face with the broomstick.

Today, walking across campus, where I've spent the last three years, it suddenly dawned on me that it's over. I can't imagine what a girl does with her time when she doesn't always have a due date hanging over her head to read something, write something, respond to something, make something.
What does one do when they come home at night?

what i'm doing right this minute INSTEAD of writing the paper that was due last friday:
reading the bio. of paul shaffer (yup, the one from the late show) online. cause that's something i really need to be doing.

Jennifer most definitely wins Dork Of The Week Award.
On Friday night, she was approached by a man at a bar. He asked her if Maria was her friend and she just looked at him blankly & replied "no". She then turns to me and says "I think it was some kind of underground code. I'm going to google search it when I get home".
By the way, I googled it. I couldn't find anything that implied there was a secret code.

sad but true
my first concert was the new kids on the block at the santa rosa fairgrounds.

there is nothing cuter than watching your dog cock her head & look confused about the wolves that are howling on a pbs special about yellowstone park.

i've already forgotten everything i ever knew about binary code.

there are people in this world who say things like "we really need to make the three-hole punch more precise" and "haven't we already discussed matching the font on envelopes to the font of the letter?"
i know these people. i work with them. there are days when i want to hit them over the head with the three-hole punch. *BAM*
only for 21 more days.

so suddenly i'm supposed to know what WMD stands for?

oddly enough, later on friday after i posted about my obsession with Forever, i was at a friend's house & there it was on her shelf. i borrowed it & stayed up until 3 in the morning (i know, i'm wild) reading the entire thing. let me tell you, it is STILL as good as it was when i was 10. i reccommend picking that baby up. i had missed hearing about ralph.

i know that everyone thinks i'll get everything done- they keep telling me i'll get everything done, but i don't know how i'll get everything done. after three years of college, i'm plum-fucking-out of ideas.

I would like to state, for the record, that the world is smaller than you can ever imagine. Case in point: I answered an ad on craigslist for a roommate. Of course, as it turns out, his girlfriend goes to school with jennifer AND he's the TA for another friend's class at UC Berkeley. A school that's, you know, 30,000 people or something. So of course they'd know each other.

When I was about 10, and obsessed with Judy Blume's Forever, I vividly remember writing the following to my cousin, who was about six years older than me, and who I was not very close to:

Dear Jimmer,

Are you still a virgin? I am. Do you have any VD's? I don't.

Oddly, I don't think I heard back.