tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60335952012-01-04T17:07:03.080-08:00If you're not like this or that....you're gonna have to leave.JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509784149784482947noreply@blogger.comBlogger1221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033595.post-1148511063461580712006-05-24T15:26:00.000-07:002006-05-24T15:51:03.473-07:00

One more day. I have one day left with the children. Then I clean my room out and get the hell out of dodge. I need a vactaion. I here Cancun is lovely.At this point I'd settle for a taquito and a margarita.

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8 more days. Not that I'm counting or anything. I'm amazed at how quickly this year has gone by. So many things have happened since last summer.Summer needs to come quickly, because I'm getting meaner by the day. Pray for me.

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We are nearly done with state testing. Praise the Lord! Who came up with this anyway? "Hey let's stick a bunch of twelve year-olds in a room for three hours and ask them questions and make them fill their answers in bubble sheets." Have these people ever been in the presence of teenagers? I often wonder if the people who create these tests could pass them themselves. I don't think these people

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Spring Break is here. It's Tuesday, and my break is going by way too quickly. It will be over soon, and then I'll have to check off the days until summer. Soon state tests will come up. I'm already cringing. I hate those things. They are boring and redundant for everyone involved. In case you didn't know, I'm not a big fan of standardized testing. Odd words for a teacher, I realize, but it's the

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Movie again. Things are looking better now that spring break is quickly approaching. I've got so much to do before the week is over, though. I'm a little stressed. Today was especially stressful because I won't be there tomorrow so I've been running around trying to find enough review activities for my students to do while I'm gone. We really need to move on to new material, but I don't hold out

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I'm sitting here at my computer, wondering what I should say. I'm tired... and I've found myself to be incredibly moody lately. And no, I'm not PMSing. At least not today.Have you ever felt like you have no one to talk to? All your friends are a phone call away, and yet you don't want to call them because you don't know what to say. It isn't like you don't want to talk about the funk you've found

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Okay, so today's quote is from a song. I tried to think of a movie quote, but thinking currently makes my brain hurt. Besides, it is the weekend and I've been thinking all week. I thought it time to give my brain a slight break. I'm hoping it will return before school starts back up on Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday, we're closed Monday. Boo-yah.Last night I had a dream that Jared and I started dating

JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509784149784482947noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033595.post-1135832740877816142005-12-28T20:49:00.000-08:002005-12-28T21:05:40.886-08:00

I've thought of several things I could say, but none of them seemed right. All of them were mainly vent sessions, and luckily for you I have chosen not to go into those topics that were once on my brain. I'm sick of hearing people complain, so I'm not about to subject any one else to it.What I will say is simply this: we as a society need to get over ourselves. Why do we worry about trivial

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Three more days until Christmas! That is all.

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One more day until Winter Break begins. Remember when it was called Christmas Vacation? What happened to Christmas? Now it's always have a happy holiday or holiday wishes instead of Merry Christmas. The majority of the American population is Christian. Why are we so concerned with being PC? I'm not saying don't respect that people celebrate Kwanzaa and Hannakah, but why do we have to change what

JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509784149784482947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033595.post-1134961833447949582005-12-18T19:02:00.000-08:002005-12-18T19:10:33.460-08:00

So, there are three more school days left of this year. I am quite possibly more exited about winter break than my students. I definately need time off.I saw Rachel yesterday, and the latest picture of her baby. I'm amazed at how much she has grown!I got a new phone. Yes, this is how boring my life has become, I am writing about getting a new phone. I'm not complaining about my boring life.

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Friday I received my teaching certificate in the mail. Finally! But hey, now I am completely legal to teach your children. Scary huh?I learned last night that an old friend of mine got married. Apparently this occured a while back, but no one told me. To be honest I didn't really care, but I still gave Rachel a hard time for knowing and not telling me. This is how boring my life is, but I'm not

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Today I chose a line from a movie, no song lyrics today.Thanksgiving break is coming to an end, and now I have to head back to school and teach the children. The children.....

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So, because of the votes I received (and because of that horrid moustache George is sporting these days) it looks as though I will be changing my name to Mrs. Szmanda. Besides it would be fun seeing the kiddos trying to pronounce it.I have this thing with odd last names. I adore them, and I think it would be awesome if the man I end up marrying has a really different last name. Here are some last

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Dude, I'm a teacher now. When did that happen?I keep getting called Mrs. Johnson. This isn't my name. It isn't Mrs. Jones either, but I keep getting called that. I should change my name though. I can't decide if it should be Mrs. Groban, Mrs. Eads, or Mrs. Szmanda. You decide. Decisions, decisions.Pointage:John: 20Amy:20

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I hear gas prices are going up again. Could someone please explain this whole fuel thing to me? I just don't understand why it now costs me nearly $40 to fill my tank. It cost me all of $15 when I got my economy-friendly cavy. That was only 4 1/2 years ago. I know this has a lot to do with Katrina, and now Rita, but really...I'm going to my classroom tomorrow to get inspired, maybe I'll come up

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Penny just killed Patrick. His white remnants are strewn about the floor. I hope she doesn't choke on the cotton. I had four interviews yesterday and I have a ginormous blister on my toe because I was stupid and wore the wrong shoes. Its really quite painful.Here is a laugh, the other day I was consoling a three-year old when she looked down my shirt told me I have big titties and ran away. Yeah.

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I'm bored. I need to find something to do. Hmmmm.....

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It should be a crime to look that good in a lab coat. I've spent some of this summer catching reruns of the season of CSI that I missed while moonlighted at that wretched Subway. But not this season. This season I've got a job with regular hours. Fantastic. Did you know Eric Szmanda was a music consultant for the move "Life as a House"? I suddenly find him more attractive.So, I know that I've

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If everything goes according to my master plan, there will be a picture with this post. I hope that there is. Strawberry Shortcake, you are my hero.

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So I have returned from Camp Meeting. I had a fantastic time, especially after the weather cooled down. For the first few days I found myself hiding in the camper where the air conditioning was. I, of course, bought a few books and have finished reading two of them. I recommend them and if you would like to borrow either let me know. The first was "Malchus: Touched by Jesus". It is about the man

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So we head off for campmeeting tomorrow. I'm excited; it is the first time I've been able to go and stay all week in three years.Today was my last day at Subway. It's going to be weird to walk in their and be on the other side of the counter. Its going to be weird to actually have money to stop and buy a sandwhich, but I don't think I'm going to be craving sandwhiches for a very long time.I start

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I've been lost in thought for the past few weeks. I've been doing the same things that I always do, but somehow they are so different. It's as though I've been allowed to see things through a new pair of eyes. I don't see anything any clearer, just differently. I'm not looking at the world the way I used to.How do you ask for forgiveness for being stubborn? I thought that if I stayed the course

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What a man is has more influence than what he says. -E.G. WhiteThat was for my fellow Adventists.I've been thinking alot lately about how actions speak louder than words. I wonder what my actions say about me. I know they don't say anything nice as of late. I've been a little rude to my coworkers as of late, believe it or not I don't mean to be. I just can't control my hatefulness as of late. I

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I was accused of flirting today. So what if I was?I can't wait to get away from Subway. It exhaust me and I've developed a bit of an attitude problem from working there. I'm overly cynical as of late. Blue Eyes came in the other day and for a moment I didn't care. It only lasted a moment, but in that moment I thought to myself, "whats the point? just one more person to disappoint me." I realized

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I went to the bank Friday. Then I went to Tulsa and peed in a cup.I have a zit behind my ear. Its ginormous! It popped today for no good reason. I didn't even touch it. I was afraid I'd have to get the things it's own zip code but then it exploded. That was disgusting. I realize this, and I don't care.I yelled at Travis today and he asked if I'd like him better if he professed his undying love to

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I saw this guy that I went to high school with the other day. He said he is graduating next semester. I told him congrats and was he excited. He answered me honestly, "Yeah...I'm pretty much terrified." I heart you Brad, thanks for being real.I found out that one of the ladies I work with lives in the same town as Blue Eyes and knows him. By the way he's 26 and single, I didn't ask her. HE told

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I wanted to say something profound today. But, for some reason, no words seem adequate to describe how I'm feeling right now. I am standing in the middle of a highway, cars are buzzing past, going to countless destinations and I stand there on the median still trying to decide which way to go. Which path do I take? How far is it? How fast should I drive?When did I become an adult? When did I

JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509784149784482947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033595.post-1115508329924584762005-05-07T16:14:00.000-07:002005-05-07T16:25:29.983-07:00

Hey all. What's happening? So I graduate in two days. YAY! Yesterday was my last day of my student teaching. Hey, now I can put more hours in at subway... yeah.... whoopy and stuff.I haven't seen my blue-eyed friend in two weeks. This makes me sad. I really was planning on making a move. God, did I just say "make a move"? Jeez, I'm a loser. Guess I'd better marry this guy. Its the only way I'm

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One week left of my internship. One week left until I graduate. Is it normal to be completely freaking out right now? Since when am I a grown up? What happened to those days of My Little Ponies and Barbies? What happened to the days when the only things that mattered were whether I'd passed my english exam and if I'd ever muster up the courage to talk to the new guy? I miss those days. I don't

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Today's lyric is in spanish. Yes it is a song. Audrey knows it.... (that was a hint, in case you didn't catch it). 5 extra points if you can tell me what it means. At Subway we have what we call a "retarder". We put bread dough in it so it can thaw and rise over night. Then we take it out of the retarder (which is in our walk-in cooler) and score it and let it floor retard before we put it in the

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So, I suppose it is about time I updated or something....School is wonderful. Everyday I learn something new and useful. I have recently discovered a condition that many of my students are afflicted with. I call it "social bladder". This occurs when Child A has the sudden urge to relieve themselves. Often times this child is doing the pee pee dance, so I excuse them and they quietly let them

JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509784149784482947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033595.post-1107055130309278232005-01-29T19:01:00.000-08:002005-01-29T19:18:50.310-08:00

So, I figured it was about time to update. I have seen behind the curtain at Subway. Let me assure you that you have a minimal risk of salmonella poisoning when dining their. I have cleaned and washed my hands so many times my knuckles are always red. Some days I can drown my hands in enough lotion that they are only slightly pink...but this is only on occasion. I don't mind working. I've lost

JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509784149784482947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033595.post-1105855179983864662005-01-15T21:39:00.000-08:002005-01-15T21:59:39.983-08:00

John, why you always have to be hatin'? If I didn't address this before, the song lyric will be in the title. But no one seems to want to play... I'd be hurt if it wasn't nearly midnight and I cared. So I'm about to enter my third week of student teaching. And I'm loving every minute of it. I finally have a job. I started putting in applications in December. Then Tuesday I put an application in

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So John says bring it on, and yet does not guess...interesting. No points as of yet. Jordan is singing....and that is my only comment about that. I have survived my first week of student teaching. I have lost all ability to form coherent sentences. Though Jordan says this was never an ability I possesed. It hurts me deeply when he says these things. One thing that I have learned is that some

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I thought that since I have readers now, from what I understand I'm up to a whopping four! (I had ten once, back when I was young and beautiful and my little brother's friends thought I was cool.....) anyway, now that I have a few readers again I thought I might resurrect an old contest. It's called "Name that Tune" which is really rather silly because there is no tune involved.... If you haven't

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5 points to whoever can tell me each language being used. 15 to whoever can tell me what it says. Natale allegro. sarà giorno di vigilia di Natale! È duro credere che Natale sia così vicino su noi. Distorsione di velocità e doppia distorsione di velocità! Per quelli di voi che viaggiate, vi auguro un viaggio sicuro. Non guidi ubriaco. Non è una buona idea. Ed una nuova cosa, tiro di don't alla

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I'm not feeling very original today, but to let you all know that I am thinking of you during this fantabulous holiday season.... (pretend I'm singing) Have yourself a merry little christmas Make the yule tide gay From now on our trouble will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us... Once more Through the years

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Okay, here I go. I have been overwhelmed at the amount of complaining that has gone on in my presence. I am surrounded by some very dissatisfied people. Whether they are unsatisfied with school, work, home life, the size of their paycheck, the things they have, etc., it seems there is always something to not like about life. And frankly, when I encounter these people I want to scream at them.

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For the whole two people who read this, I am posting. Are you happy now? I made it. I am through with school. I am done with classes forever! I was walking down the hall at NSU/BA after taking my last final and thought, wow, its finally over. Now I have to grow up. Now I have to get up in the morning. Now I have to buy khakis. My school uniform of jeans and t-shirts is not going to cut it any

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In recognition of the upcoming holiday, I thought I might compile a list of things that I am thankful for. 1. Trees - this time of year they are beautiful, even though they are in a sense, dying 2. Rizzo - she may have a few hail dents and a crack in the dashboard but she still purrs like a kitten. Plus, she's got ghetto fabulous gas milage (32 mi/gal highway baby!) 3. Socks - they keep my feet

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Hands in line Arms closed To my side I'm fighting tides Of an oceans undertoe And I figure that I might not make it out Waking empty But seldom Speaking; and the words retreat They breathe in history Still at ease; and my arms unfold My hand are high And I'm holding, holding on And I figure that I just might make it And I'm waking empty But seldom sleepy And the words repeat Breath in histories

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Well, I am 2/3 teacher today. I passed Portfolio Checkpoint #2 today. It's hard to believe, but soon I'll be a teacher. In May I will be fully qualified. These last four years have gone by way to quickly. Can you believe that right now we are living in the "good old days"? Some day in the not so distant future, I'll be telling my grandchildren about the times I am living in right now. I will

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Conversation I had with a seventh grader while waiting for him to pick a friggin' book from the library: 7th Grader: I have an 8th grade reading level. Me: Good, so pick a book. 7th Grader: What is your reading level. Me: I don't know, its a collegiate level. 7th: What's that? Me: It means I read at a college level, above 12th grade. 7th: Oh. You're in college? Me: Yes 7th: Then why are

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I thought being around kids all day meant you didn't have to grow up. Apparently I was wrong. I was in Language Arts the other day and the professor was showing a powerpoint over stories. She was talking about characters and the difference between the antagonist and protagonist (if you don't know the difference I strongly suggest you take a hard look at your high school diploma and wonder how it

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Wow, its surely has been a long time since I've posted. I'm guessing no one even stops by anymore. On the off chance that you do, I am still alive and kicking (some days even kicking and screaming). I moved. I didn't realize it until yesterday...I now live at NSU, and not in the sense that most would think. I live off campus, in fact NSU/BA has no dorms. Its a completely open campus....but I have

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Where does it go? That place between sleep and dream. That place wherewe all hide. We awake and for a brief moment remember it all. Weremember all of life, we suddenly know what it all means. It seems soobvious then. Why hadn’t we thought of it before? What was so hard aboutit? Nothing. All you have to do is think a little bit beyond yourself.Just think outside the box, cross the lines that youÂ

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Those of you interested in the CYOB (Christian Youth of Bristow) and theupcoming concert be at the Seventh-day Adventist Church Fellowship Hall@ 7:00pm, August 23rd. Email me if you have any questions.Thank you!

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Posting via email has got to be the best thing ever. At least for me. Itis much more convenient for me to do it this way. I can check my emailin the morning and, if the mood should arise, I can post to my blogwithout having to log in. It is awesome. YAY! I amuse easily, for somereason this bothers people. I don't know why. They should be ecstatic, Imean, it takes minimal effort to keep me

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Oh Strawberry Shortcake! Where did you go? Who is this awful replacement? The Strawberry Shortcake I knew growing up was sweet and innocent. She didn't have anything to prove. She could have yarn for hair and that was okay. The Strawberry Shortcake I knew didn't mind being short and a little chunky. She wore her big hat because she liked it, not because it was stylish. Who is this imposter? I

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I'm not too fond of Bush, but I don't like Kerry either. It'll be like picking the lesser of two evils this election year. The really bad part about all of it (at least to my eyes) is that people will vote for Kerry because they hate Bush. I don't think this a good reason to vote someone into office. Some would tell me that I should vote for Kerry because I don't like No Child Left Behind, and

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I spent the majority of my day yesterday working on my flower bed. I put up some trimming to keep the weeds out and planted a few seeds. I'm getting my plants this week. I'm so excited. Its all starting to come together now. I got a little sun while out in the heat and my back and arms have a pink tint to them, but it doesn't bother me. I'm kind of mad at myself for not wearing my sunscreen, I

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Like the new colors? Pink, much like a flamingo... I have really cool professors this summer! They are actually giving us classtime to work on our lesson plans. This is not a common occurance around NSU, so I am feeling pretty darn good. :)

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Cynical Its just your way You played the doubting Thomas Filled the scars And wiped the stains So you sigh And retreat And talk yourself out of believing In any peace But you can't see Blind Words you call Blind Words will fall Logical You can't find Any reason to believe in love You are blind Crucify And deny Pass the plate and burn the mission Until dust remains And wash your hands Blind

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I woke up this morning to the sound of rain and thunder. I am thankful for the storm that arrived last night, for that was the only reason I fell asleep last night. For some reason the sound of falling rain calms me. I've thought about buying one of those simulators to help me on those nights when I can't sleep, but I it wouldn't be the same. I would know it was just a machine and it would keep

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So I have a project to do for class that requires me to learn something new. Something that I have never done before, but have always wanted to try. I am taking up gardening. I will take pictures of my progress and post them on yahoo. I'll set up a link when I start (which will be soon) and you will be able to watch my garden grow. I am also "landscaping" as well, as I am trying to spruce up my

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Let's get right down to it.... I took a good look at myself and I didn't really like what I saw. Lately my smiles are feigned and my laughter is merely a guise. I am not unhappy, but I am not the person that I have been showing to people lately. It has been hot and cold with me quite a bit. I'm either jumping off the walls with happiness or ready to bite someone's head off because I am just

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My radio was stolen again. Darn you, Jesse! Quit taking my stuff!

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Am I the only person that had never heard of a Gustnado until Wednesday afternoon? I have lived in Oklahoma for nearly 21 years now, and I had never heard of one. Bad weather doesn't really scare me. I don't remember being frightened of Tornadoes or thunderstorms because my family always took the proper precautions. Living here, you are trained from the time you are little about what to do

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I got contacts yesterday. They are clear, but for some reason they look blue. Everybody is all like, did you get blue lenses? And I say no. I don't know why they look blue. It is a mystery to me. I already have summer feet, they are calloused from being barefoot so much. I use more lotion, but I'm not complaining because, as I have said countless times before, I hate shoes. I wish I could grow

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No one is talking to me right now, and I don't know why. A friend of mine called me Saturday night to tell me that another friend of mine got into town while I was gone. I haven't heard from anyone since then. I tried to call a few people because I was bored and they didn't answer or return my phone calls. Maybe it was because they knew I was just calling because I had nothing better to do, or

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Who decides whether or not you are intellegent? Are there certain criteria you have to meet before you are considered smart? If there is I don't think there should be. A professor once told me that everyone is an expert at something, even if it is just putting on socks. Some one out there does it really well. I am out to prove that intellegence is all relative: Example 1: I work with a lady who

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Today is a good day, despite the gloominess of the outdoors. I will begin summer classes on the seventh, and am actually looking forward to it. It will give me something to do other than work. I'll start complaining about class about two weeks into it, but for now I am ready.

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Something is going to happen this weekend. It will be really cool. I am actually looking forward to it. That is all. "yeah mama this surely is a dream"

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Jordan won't be happy when he sees this, because he's trying to take the high road. But there is nothing that says I have to, so I'm going to say it. I have seen travis-n-jordan. Regardless of the fact that it is about my brother, I think that this site just goes to show that people are stupid (no better word comes to mind, sorry). I don't know what these people did to the creator of this site

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I pity you. Yes YOU!

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I have a 3.12 GPA. I carried 16 hours this semester. I am the shiznit. Deal. And I know what has been going on, I am ashamed of you. I thought you were different. You know who you are.

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I have a tan line on my feet where the strap of my flip flops sit, and it is quite amusing. My brother is gone to Texas until Sunday, which means that I can use MY car for a few days. HA (I don't mind him using it, because I'm not right now since I'm out of class, it's just good to know the option is there.)

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I don't like peas. I never have, I never will. I cannot stand to be in the same room as them. My friend spilled some on the floor once and I had to leave the room, if I'd tried to help her clean them up I would have vomited. It really is that bad, I gag. I don't like canned corn. I will eat it of the cob, but not from a can. There is a difference. I don't like black licorice. I love strawberry,

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I am going to be a rock super star, and live large with a big house and five cars. I know it will happen. I took guitar and piano lessons once, surely I remember enough from that to write killer songs. And lyrics, man have I got lyrics. My own man and they're awesome. SAMPLE: 'Cuz you're bringin' me down Baby baby And you're crying now 'Cuz you can't have me baby OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!! Don't you

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WINNER!!! Congrats to Jeremy! I'm starting the game again, but much like survivor, it has a new twist. If you can give me a song lyric that I don't know, I will give you 20 points. All other rules remain the same. Good luck.

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My friend Amanda gave me a line from a song yesterday and I got it right off the bat and she was impressed, until she gave me another one and I couldn't name it. I felt really stupid. I am so thankful for my friends. I was so stressed yesterday because my computer is gay and it was just bad. But then Amanda, who is having a bout of insomnia, called me and we went to eat. We talked to Rachel, who

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So I sent all my hopes and dreams in an envelope half way across the country in hopes that I would be an author. We'll see how that all works out. Haha Looks like I stumped everyone on the last one. I broke out some old country tunes. Boo-yah, grandma, boo-yah. It was "One promise too late" by Reba McIntyre, in case you were curious. Good luck on the next one. Today's Pointage: Jeremy: 245 pts

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Okay so yesterday the building I work in caught on fire. Well, that isn't entirely true, the air conditioning or something caught fire and we had to evacuate the building. We had to walk down 11 flights of stairs and my legs are still a little sore. One guy got his arm burned pretty badly. If any of you pray please keep in your prayers. Speaking of prayers, my friend Luke is getting back from

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I think I may start making the lyrics harder and use more songs that are not on the radio, or songs that are older........... Yesterday was chalk full of fun! I went to class and heard that there was a tornado only miles away from the campus and there was a news crew in the parking lot taping it. I didn't see this because I was too busy worrying about the unit plan that was due. I was inwardly

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So I think Jeremy tried to tell me that he likes Liz Phair, I'm not sure. Whatever his opinion it got me thinking and this is what I've decided. I do not hate Liz Phair or Jewel for being sell-outs. I think my future first husband, Jason Mraz, said it best: "The minute you sign with a major label you become a sell out. You can try to keep it as real as it was before, but it will change." (this

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I'm back. Hey this means more points. People and bands I hate: Avril Lavigne (the anger is old) Michael Jackson (don't touch the baby) Britney Spears (wear some clothes you whore!) System of a Down (most people I know tell me how awesome they are and I want to slap them because this band just annoys the hell out of me) Jewel (friggin' sell out, I hate you) Liz Phair (ditto) Nickleback (

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Today I was thinking about my cd's. I love my cd's. I've decided to give you a compilation of albums that are essential to everyone's collection. Go buy them! Josh Kelly - For the ride home Jason Mraz - LIVE and Waiting for my Rocket to Come Josh Groban - Josh Groban and Closer (get some culture, guys) Dishwalla - And you think you know what life's about Michelle Branch - Hotel Paper The

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I'm so friggin mad at stupid people today. I didn't have class yesterday morning and didn't have to be at work until noon so I used the extra time I had for sleeping in. At about 8:30 I was abruptley awoken from my lovely slumber by a knock at the door. I went to the door (in my favorite blue pajamas) and met the dog catcher on the other side. See, Saturday our dog got out and some our neighbors

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I've decided that my site will now feature a game called "guess that lyric". It's quite simple, you guess what lyric the title of my posts come from and I'll give you ten points. Whoever guesses correctly first gets the ten points, but you have to name both the title and the artist for the full ten, however just the title will result in five points. Got it? I'll tally the points and whoever has

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I received this in an email. I am a collard in case you were wondering. What's your sign? Some of us Southerners are pretty skeptical of horoscopes and the people that read them. If we are to ever fully understand all the star signs and the people they represent, we need symbols that all true Southerners understand: See the list below... OKRA (Dec 22 - Jan 20) Are tough on the outside but

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Ten points to whoever can tell me what song today's title comes from. 100 points to whoever can tell me where April 13th's cam from! Is it okay to hate your friends? Right now I hate my friend Brandon because I had a dream that he kissed me and I woke up all confused and pissed, and really grossed out. There are some people of the opposite sex (or the same sex depending on your sexual preference

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I have spent a great deal of time running. I run from people because I'm afraid that if I stay in one place with one person for too long they'll betray me somehow. One day I met someone who I trusted, someone honest and kind and everything I'd wanted to believe people could still be. Then he ran and I realized what my running does to other people. He ran and took part of me with him and I'd like

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I noticed that only males have posted on my site. I don't know if it means that only males read my site, I just know that they are the only ones who post. I am not sure if I should take this as a compliment or an insult.

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So last night in class I read Alphabet books for my Library Materials class. I didn't realize how many alphabet books are out there that aren't meant to teach the alphabet. Some of them were really cool and some of them made no sense. Speaking of children's books, I'm all mad about these Harry Potter books. Not because of the witchcraft or anything, I hate censorship. Just because a book takes

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If a singer sings their own song during a karaoke, is it still considered a karaoke?

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It was pointed out to me that I have been watching the oc too much because now I say "whatevs" like I invented it or something. I am seeking professional help and I am slowly recovering. I should be over it in about four weeks, this is when the season ends. In honor of cool sayings I have decided to post a few and translate them for you. Some of them you may have heard while others may be

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I spent 2 hours gluing small pieces of a paper to a bigger piece of paper. My art teacher called this a mosaic, I call it a waste of time. Sure, what I have completed is kind of cool looking, but I don't really have the patience for that sort of thing. When I was done I went and bought a smoothie because I am addicted to them and I figure its okay to be addicted to fruit drinks because they have

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Back to the song lyrics/titles. Today's is the title of a Jason Mraz song. I just got his live album from 2001 that was recorded at a Java Joes in Cali. I love it. I am listening to it right now. And now I can listen to it at work since I stole my stereo back from Jesse. He can get his own. That one is mine, he needs to deal with it. He moved offices and took the stereo with him and I was all

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So this title isn't a song lyric, as all my other ones have been. I don't know why I changed today, I just did. Deal with it. I want to get in my car and drive. Just drive away and keep driving until I feel like I've gotten just far enough outside of myself to turn around and take a good look at myself, figure out what my friggin problem is, and then drive back. I don't believe in running away

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In room 12, sitting in desks In the days before scholars were we We read works by Conrad, wrapping around the words And we worried about the ACT Back before I knew the true horror Of all the pains term papers can bring I wrestled the thoughts of you from my brain Thinking it would be the most difficult thing And there you would sit with that bright smile Singing tunes that were stuck in your

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I was told that I need to update more often, so I am, because you know I always do what people tell me too (hint: that was sarcasm). I am turning into to such a girl, its scary. I used to hate pink, and now I am appreciating the way it makes me feel all feminine. I should be shot. I was never like this before. I just put on clothes and went on about my business. Maybe I'm having "quarter-life

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I think its going to rain....what a world. I can't wait for Spring Break. Its going to make me so happy to not have any classes for a week. I feel like this tremendous stone is being lifted. I won't have to worry about any due dates for a whole week. I will try not to get used to it. I don't see how life could get much better than this. The weather is getting warmer, I'm getting a week off, I

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I have been sick for the past week, and it really sucks. I feel like the living dead, well, I suppose I can't really say that because I'm not entirely sure that the living dead feel anything.....hmmm. I wonder how that would work? When your dead you don't feel anything because, well, because your dead. But if you living dead......okay I don't want to talk about that anymore because thinking about

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I really do wish that I could find this guy, so if you happen to know someone who meets this criteria, hook me up! 1. Has a sense of humor 2. Has a brain and/ 3. Uses it 4. Is not afraid of independent women 5. Has a job!!!!!! 6. Is well read 7. Gets along with my family 8. Is good with children 9. Likes to do his own thing 10. Has his own friends (mainly so I can still hang out with mine) 11.

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I am sick of people complaining about their significant others. At least they have someone! I don't even have an inflatable someone. Not that I'm into that sort of thing, I'm just saying..... I was trying to get to the bottom of the reason that I'm single, because I'm starting to care about that again. I was doing good for awhile, I was actually enjoying being unattached, but now I'm just

JENNhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17509784149784482947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033595.post-1076523608429955732004-02-11T10:20:00.000-08:002004-02-11T10:22:38.466-08:00

I can't really say how I am feeling today, because I'm not sure exactly how I feel. I'm in a state of in between I suppose. I'm just kind of here. I'm not sad, not in the slightest, but I wouldn't go so far to say that I'm happy. At least not exuberantly. I'm not indifferent either, at least the feeling of indifference has a word, it has a term that you can use for it. This feeling has no word,

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I almost put "how'd ya get so flu" on the title, because I can't type very well. It took me four tries to get fly and not flu. I'm actually pretty lucky that I even caught that I was typing flu. Anyway...... I love Jompz, he is the best baby's daddy ever! He linked my blog to his sight. He really does love me :) If you want to learn more about my baby's daddy you can visit his website. I love

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My youngest brother's birthday is tomorrow. He'll be 9, he thinks this is the greatest thing ever. I just smile and tell him its wonderful. Everyone's lives are changing, we are all different somehow. I remember when my brothers were little, when I was little. I miss it. But things are still good. I am forgetting past pain, probably only to discover new atrocities. But isn't that what life is all

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My car doors froze shut this morning. Yes, you did not misread, I could not open any of my doors. I called my mom to let her know I would be at home until I could get my doors open, she then called my dad who called me and suggested that I pour warm water down the seam of the door and on the handle. After some debate and his reassurance that it would fix my problem I did as he said. It didn't

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