One More

Just got out of Fr. Tobin's final about 20 minutes ago (10:20) and not for nothin', but I do believe I have pillaged the crackers out of that final. This could very well be because I double studied for this final (those of you who read the last post know why) as well as because I really loved this class.

And now, here I sit, with an INCREDIBLE urge to go the hell home and lay down because my monthly visitor has decided to arrive today, the day before my BIGGEST, SCARIEST final.
So yeah, here I sit, cramping, dying of hunger, yes, dying, let me be dramatic, I've earned it, and sleep-deprived. I wonder what time Thai Grill opens....

I just ran into Dr. Dye. He was basically last semester's Fr. Costigan by way that I loved him sooo much!! He was like "Jen! What's up? I hear your'e graduating!" He asked what my plans were and I told him I wanted to work before grad school and he says:

"Yeah, that's a good plan. I wish I had done that. All I did was fuck around my first year of grad school. I played ping-pong the whole time."

PING PONG?! LOL....I shit you not, this is EXACTLY what this man told me and this conversation happened about 5 minutes ago, so it's still fresh in my cabeza. RANDOM? I think yes! And that is why I loved him.

I think Thai Grill opens at 11, so once I'm done here, I'm trecking over there to get some food. Also, I have meds in my car to alleviate this monstrous pain called cramps. Oh well, at least I'm not barfing this month.

Yeah, dude, girls have it bad sometimes! I bet some guys didn't know that! I mean, apart from the whole PMS stuff and the cramping, there are other symptoms that appear with menstruation that make women want to hang themselves, i.e.: bloating, nausea, vomitting, fatigue, cravings...etc, etc. And then you fucktards wonder why we get so messed up at this time. YOU SEE? I JUST CALLED YOU FUCKTARDS!

I wonder what the Iguana deals with on a monthly basis. I hope Mrs. Iguana is calm and kind.
As far as moodiness goes, I manage to keep that under control unless you're a total idiot and I can't stand you. Other than that, it's all just extreme fatigue and crazy cravings. You know what's real funny? This horrendous "natural cycle" will still be here on Saturday, the biggest day of my life! Ok, maybe not the biggest, but it's big to me! Graduation, then dinner at Iberico, then partying at Buzz later on....who the hell wants to be in this condition?! Not I, so I will jump into my time machine at 7pm central time, and go back about a week to when I was not in this sorrowful condition. Who wants to come with me? My time machine kicks all sorts of time machine ass. You're better off accepting my invitation- either that or make me a sandwich.

QOTD
"Oh Mennyyyy....you came and you brought me a Juanieeee...."
-Lilly (to the tune of 'Oh Mandy')

Me:Memo your balls!
Lilly:I did, but they never reply.

Lilly: He sounds chocolate.
Me: But he's not.
Lilly: Yeah, I think he's wearing a white man suit.

"New Orleans is open again?"
-Lilly-

GUESSING GAME.

At approximately 3:49 this morning, I laid down to catch 30 minutes worth of Zzz's. Set the alarm for 4:20 to jump right back into those books. Ideal, right?

Yeah, that would work if I weren't a sleep-a-holic who is addicted to sleep-a-hol. By sleep-a-hol, I mean sleep.

So guess who woke up at 8:02 a.m.? (I'll give you a second to gather your thoughts.)

Yeah, now guess whose final was at scheduled at 8:30 a.m.?

Ok, moving along, guess who got to school, went to class to take a final only to find that she had studied for the WRONG FINAL and was standing in the WRONG BUILDING?

(I hope you've gotten the answers right.)

Finally, guess who had to rely on her b.s. skills and FAULTY ass memory to Forrest Gump her way through COSTI'S FINAL?

At any rate, I'm glad the morning is behind me. After picking up grad info from Joyce Knight, I made a few stops, and am now home staring wantingly at my bed and pillow.

Nizzzap love!!!

Just Tell Your Boss You Have Shit to Do

I had to work tonight, so off I went with my backpack in hand bc Mondays are generally dead. Usually, on Monday nights, Zack-o-lantern and I switch off between bartending and serving, but either way, we watch sitcoms on the big screen and play with the Satellite radio until we find something we like. As expected, there wasn't much goin' on when I got there, so I sat next to my boss, Benny, and started working on a paper.

Ben asked me what I was doing. He knows I'm graduating on Saturday.
I told him about my computer woes and that I was working on a paper. First, he said I could leave in like 2 hours. Then, after a few minutes of looking around, he's like "you know, actually, you can go now if you want. You should have called to tell me you had shit to do!" I started cracking up because this would only happen at a privately owned restaurant with managers as cool as mine.

Finals week. I'm really only deathly scared about Friday's final.

Bought a new c.d. today, it was time for a new one. His name is Amos Lee and I first heard his song "Arms of a Woman" on Meghan's website. I bought the album in good faith of Meg- I trusted she would not let me down. While opening the c.d., not only did I curse the ever-annoying plastic-wrap, sticker peel-off packaging of cd's, but I said that for Meg's sake, the album better not suck. She's in the safe zone. Not an ounce of suck-juice in Amos' tunes, probably because he wrote them all.

So far, my favorite song on the album is one called "Colors" because it reminds me of ::strawberries-n-sugar::and::raspberries, not the fruit::

The first track, "Keep it Loose, Keep it Tight," makes it evident that life can kick you in the ass sometimes, but you have to know how to roll with it.

"Well I walked over the bridge into the city where I live and I saw my old landlord.
We both said hello, there was nowhere else to go cause his rent I couldn't afford..
Relationships change, I think it's kinda strange how money makes a man grow....
But the people on the street, out on buses or on feet, we all got the same bloodflow.
Oh in society every dollar got a deed, we all need a place we can go...
Sometimes we forget what we got-
Who we are, oh and who we are not,
I think we got a chance to make it right if we keep it loose, keep it tight.
Sometimes we forget who we got-
Who they are, and who they are not....
There is so much more in love than black in white...
Keep it loose child, gotta keep it tight..."

The World is Awake for Somebody's Sake

I went to Target today and spent WAY more than I wanted to. I did, however knock off 5 people from my shopping list of 9. So, $100+ later, I have 4 more peeps to go. I had so much fun picking things out for people, though.

Some of you, very few of you (readers) know that I've had one crap-tastic week. As my pal Ricky once said, "I'm glad it's today, and not yesterday."

Saturday night at work was a series of ups and downs. Down on my way there, down when I got there, up about an hour after arriving because my manager is an old friend and cheered me and Jeremy up with shots, three to be exact. Up throughout the party I had to work because 3 tequila shots help, and you can't let up while you're supposed to be pretending to be happy. Down...hard...when everyone left the room.

Today was not as hard as yesterday, by far. But, I got really pensive at Target just bc of the things that I knew I was limited to do once I got home.
Once here, I sat at my cluttered desk, jumped on AIM and was greeted by Ms. Anna. First words she types: "I love you!" That was a God-wink. I needed to hear that today. Then, Sherly called me to tell me about Sam- how she looks, what she's like, and what giving birth was like for her. That was also a God-wink, hearing about the wonder of giving birth. Not too much later, my Kakeo called to say hello. I haven't talked to these women in a while, so it was such a pleasure to hear from them. Thanks for not forgetting me, girls.

Down now because I found pictures that I took in October on my messy, cluttered desk. Lucky for me, I have not forgotten that I have stellar friends. Lucky for me, I have stellar friends!! Last night, three of them proved themselves, though they were never asked to. They are selfless and loving and I would fight to the death to never have them leave my life. I thought about this long and hard today and I think that love is loudest when it is displayed not because one is asked to do something, but when someone exceeds all expectations and does things because they want to. Love was shown when Lilly drove here from Niles to be with me. Love is standing in the rain, no matter how wet you get. Love is finding the person you love waiting at your doorstep. Love is a series of kisses on your face, and a blanket to keep you warm at night. Love is so many things, but if it's anything, it is always going beyond everyone's expectations, and always worth a fight.

So to those of you who have touched my life and know it, thank you for sharing your beautiful hearts with me.

QOTD
"I have the worst comprehensive final tomorrow. My teacher can eat it."
-Anna-

"The spider bit me in my sleep right on my waistline. I can't wear pants. Well, I mean, I can wear pants...I'm not sitting here nude from the waist down."
-Anna-

"Thats not a blanket, that's a headwrap!"
-Juan abt a blanket in Lilly's car-

Costi Freekin Rules

I was walking around campus today trying to find Costi to tell him that I had "printer problems" and then ask if I could turn the paper in late. While walking from Crown Center, which is located alllll the way at the back of the campus, to the Jesuit Residence, where he lives, I found myself actually frolicking in the snow, and laughing- OUT LOUD- TO MYSELF! I wished that I had time to make a snow angel and have a snowfight, except there was no one there to amicably throw snow at and I had to get to another class that I was already late to. But seriously, when I get home, I'm so gonna make some calls and organize a snow fight when theres another snowfall as sexy as the one yesterday.

So I talked to Costi and he said I could turn in the paper whenever, just as long as it gets turned in. I love him and he loves me :)

I miss the JJ. Freddy and Jew have managed to usurp it as their own. BUT IT'S MINE! MINE I TELL YOU!

QOTD
"You know what your problem is? You have complicated shoes."
-Freddy-

"It's funny cause I said Muslims."
-Juan-

SWEET ASS QOTD
"She fuckin makes me soooooo happy! I can't wait to get the hell outta this semester and OD on her."
-Juan talking about Ms. Lilly- ::let's all sigh in unison!::

"Come home, Nen"

Really, I shouldn't be sitting here posting a blog- but what the hey- I've gotten by fairly smoothly by being Procrastination McGee all my life, why stop now?

Costi got all 5's from me in the course evaluations today. He is too cool for school, that Costi.

He's not cool for assigning a 12-24 pager ON TOP OF AN 8:30 a.m. final next week.


I had a rough night last night. I'm not broken today, and I'm not devastated, but I just feel emotional exhaustion. I would love to sit somewhere warm with willow trees, all by myself, no phones, no emails, no television, not even music, and I want to read the book on Zen Buddhism that Mr. Macke gave me and never mind the world. Fuck the world as of now. I'm tired of it.
I sorely need solitude and the words in this book.

Maybe in January, I can go to Texas (which if ya'll remember from one of my very first posts, is my favorite state) to see my favorite gays. They work all the time anyway- so I'd def. be alone for some time. I sometimes crave solitude bc I grew up in a monstrously big family where the words 'privacy' and 'alone' were eradicated from the dictionary. I generally enjoy the company of others, but there are times when I just can't process my thoughts with every little thing resonating in my everyday world.

Ok- seriously, it's time to get down to business and X out those papers I've gotta do.
I'm pre-apologizing for the lack of posts (which are lacking partly bc my net at home is dysfunctional and partly bc of finals) so don't bitch.
With much affect,
the Nenninator

SCOTT STAPP IS A TURD

It's already December.

Two more weeks til graduation.

My mother is making me put up the Christmas tree, probably because she knows I'm a decorative genius, or because she doesn't want to do it herself. YOU decide.

My sister is a PAIN IN THE ASS. I can't stand her sometimes.

20 days and I turn 23- there's nothing exciting about 23, unless there's some secret 23 year olds guild that I'm in the dark about.

Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner had a girl that they named Violet. What is that baby, 84?
Violet Affleck. ::sigh:: In the words of Laura Rico, "Oh brother."

Scott Stapp (the idiot lead singer from the talentless band, Creed) got into a fist-fight with the band members of 311. It is reported that 311 felt sorry for the bastard as they pounded his face in.

There have been 1,000 executions in the nation since like..I forgot when...But the 1,oo1st execution wil be done tonight in South Carolina.

I work at 6:30 p.m. tonight....I can't wait to be surrounded by drunk 20- somethings!!
SARCASM PEOPLE. IT'S A GOOD BOOK! READ IT!

I will abruptly end the blog here as I must depart bc i'm ditching Costi's class today.
Love. Nen.