You haven't managed to get rid of me yet.

Once again, two months later, I am still alive. (Just in case you were wondering.)

I have breathed life into my blog once again. This time, it's because we had an interesting presentation on blogs in class and it reminded me that I didn't even know the username or password to get into mine. ):

My schedule for work has changed once again, and I am back on afternoon/evening shifts. I work 4:30-8:30 PM Monday through Thursday, and 9:00 AM-5:30 PM every other Saturday and Sunday.
It's the life. (but only on the weekends where I don't work.)

I'm created a Wordpress blog for class. Not going to lie, I'm pretty excited about it.
(So....just tried to log in, not ten minutes after I created it. Yeah. I typed in the wrong password. Twice. I hope I don't have to have it reset already.)

Nonetheless, if you care to listen to (read) me ramble on about sports and other shenanigans, feel free to check out my blog, cleverly titled, Sports and Other Shenanigans.





If I can remember the password I just created, I'm going to go get it all set up and whatnot.

xx

Yes. I am indeed still alive.

....just in case anyone out there in cyberspace was interested.


Basketball season is upon us, and my life is grand since school ended.
I know I got at least a B in one class, and a C in another. I'm waiting for news on  my last class. The lack of class is great. I'm really stoked about not having to stress over all of that. And I got to change my hours at work so instead of working 3:30-10:00PM, I get to work 11:00AM-5:30PM. I'm no longer exhausted from thirteen hour days, and I am now guaranteed to never miss a weekday basketball game.
(honestly, the latter means more to me than the former; just sayin')
I recently acquired a kitten. He was dumped out of a car in the middle of a highway and my sister-in-law picked him up. His name is Pablo Escobar (....yes, after THE Pablo Escobar) and he is pretty much adorable.

Yeahhh, that's my baby. Typical male, falling asleep with the clicker....

Unfortunately, I have not become any more interesting since my last post.
I am going to bed.
Escobar has to go see the doctor to get fixed in the morning, which means I have to pry myself out of bed early. Booooo. ):

xx

blogging = catharsis?

I'm thinking that the two just might be comparable.
On Blogger, I can cleanse and purge everything.
Blogger listens when no one else does.

I've been in a terrible mood lately. I'm pissed off all the time. I feel like I'm never happy anymore. It's really strange, because I'm so good at playing it off like I'm cool, but inside I'm like raging. I don't even know what to think about that anymore. I figured that with time, it would pass, like it typically does, however, it's been lingering for what seems like weeks.

I also feel massively stressed out. I'm working hella hours at work, and spending a lot of time at school. It seems like I'm basically only home to shower and sleep. I don't spend time with my parents. I don't spend time with my brother. I come home, shower and get ready to go to bed.

I don't have a social life anymore, and it turns out that throughout the most difficult thing I've experienced in my life, someone I've barely known a year was my rock. It sounds ridiculous, I feel like but my complete breakdown was a bonding experience for us. I am eternally grateful and I feel blessed to know her and have her as a friend.

On a happy note, basketball season is almost here! I'm so excited about that, however, I need to buy NBA League Pass because goodness knows I won't have time to watch the games. I'll actually be at work for most of my games, which bums me out. I'll actually have a chance to watch part of the Jazz and Nuggets games, and most of the Kings games. I also recently decided to adopt the Clippers. And of course I'll have to watch the Suns. Ugh, there are so many teams that I love, and so little time to watch them all.
Also, unrelated (kind of) but if the Knicks trade Danilo Gallinari, I'm going to cry for a week. And I may boycott the NYK, despite my love for Amar'e, Wilson, and of course I'm growing to love the newbies, to the Knicks/states, Andy, Patrick, Landry and Timofey.

I've also recently become a fan of soccer. I figured I would only like it because of the massive amount of foreign boys that play, however, when I sat down and watched a game today at school, I actually enjoyed it. (It didn't hurt that we won the game.) Of course, I've still got a lot to learn, but it's surprisingly similar to basketball so I think I'll catch on.

I guess I just bitch too much. My life is pretty good. I shouldn't complain so much.
I have a job, and I'm in school, and I have a family who loves me.
It could be so much worse.
I am incredibly blessed.

That's enough for now.
xx

....one of those days.

Yeah, it's definitely been one of those.
I'd swear that it was the longest day of work ever.
Even though I was only there nine hours, it felt like sixty.

Oh, yeah. If anyone actually reads this thing, HI, I got a job.
It reminds me that I can't wait to move out of Florida.
I'm so tired and it's absolutely horrible.
I'm currently hating my life.

I never cry, and today, all I wanted to do was get home so I could bawl.
Which I'm making myself not do.
I've managed alright so far.

The only good thing about work is the people I've met.
I met some really nice people, and even a foxy boy or two.
Other than that, it has helped me realize customer service isn't for me.

I started typing this blog because I felt like I really needed to get shit off of my chest, but blogging isn't helping. I won't

Today was just kind of an awful day.
I'm done with the pity party of one.

It's been a while.

I passed all of my classes.
I'm hoping to do a lot better next semester.
I now know I need to put a lot more work into my school.

I'm pretty addicted to college baseball now.
It's more than just hot guys in tight pants.
I even mostly understand the sport.
And I kind of love it. A lot.
Worth a two hour drive.
....to watch us lose.
Twice.
Yeah.


I still want the P(/SS/RF.)
A LOT. <3


I feel like I'm having a pre-midlife crisis.
I feel so emotional all the time anymore.
I hate it.
I feel so weak and stupid and useless.
I hate those feelings.
I hate feeling.


I'm quite certain nothing makes any sense anymore.
I certainly don't make much sense most of the time.
And more often than not, I understand next to nothing around me.
I need to get out of this crazy funk before everything goes to hell.


I'm so tired all the time.
I have no idea why.
I think I'm crazy.


Whatever.

Enough rambling.
I've wasted enough of your time with my nonsense already.

Goodnight.
xx

Deep breaths, now.

Busiest weekend EVER?
Quite possibly.

Let's recap, shall we?

Friday
Sleep and stuff around the house until 400.
Work 430-600.
Baseball game 630-1000.

Saturday
Baseball game 200-500.
Errands 530-700.
Icarus Account 700-800.
Cross Cultural Center 800-900.
Visit Amma 900-945.

Sunday
Baseball game 1100-230.
Errands 230-330.
Preconcert shenanigans (getting ready) 330-500.
Trip to House of Blues for MCS 500-600.
Crappy bands playing before MCS 630-800.
MCS 800-915.
Waiting to meet MCS 915-1015.
Finding the car 1015-1040.
Gas station and cute guy from opening band 1040-1050.
Trip home 1050-1150.
Dinner/basketball game 1200-1230.
Work on paper 1230-100.


So here it is, noon thirty on Monday; I have a paper due in two hours and four finals within the next five days.
And what am I doing?
Say it with me:
procrastinating.
Very good!

Anyway. Less blogging, more paper editing.
....potentially.

xx

Endless ramblings.

This shall have no order and will consist of chaos and dischord.




I'm sleepy.
My phone needs to be charged.
I'm excited for TUF11.
I need to take the polish off of my toenails.
I'm flustered.
My eyes feel heavy.
I have to find the Modern Languages Department.
Registration is today at 600PM and I have class.
My mom won't shut up about Weezer and "Undone (The Sweater Song.)"
Both of my knees are bothering me.
My grandma is back in the hospital.
I feel massively stressed out right now.
School is ridiculous.
The Jazz are winning.
The Knicks lost.
And I think the Kings lost. (I just checked; they did.)
I haven't watched much basketball in the past like, two weeks.
My presentation is in like, eighteen hours.
I have a hair tie on my wrist.
Peopleare frustrating.
This blog is probably going to be long.
I have an FML tab open.
Motion City Soundtrack makes me happy.
My best friend is sitting beside me on the couch.
I want to see Kick-Ass.
And She's Out of My League.
I have to make stuffed shells.
I need sleeeeeep.
I won't go to bed until one or two, I'm sure.
I just scratched my arm.
Ariel just laughed; I just smiled.
Paint dripped down a mirror; it kind of looks like a wishbone.
(Ariel thinks it looks like legs. Really, really skinny legs.)
Commercials are annoying.
Especially Pep Boys commercials.
Carlos Boozer makes his free throws strangely.
Clayton McKinney is cute.
Ariel likes mayhem....Miller, that is.
GSP and Dan Hardy had a pretty good fight on Saturday.
Ofcourse, GSP won.
He's hot.
There's another fight not this weekend, but next weekend.
IE: the day after I wanted to see the Knicks.
No Danilo or David for Jen.
Jen will survive.

Even if just barely.



Blah blah blah.
I don't think 'blah' is a cute word.
Miley Cyrus is a dumb twelve year old.
She acts all grown up and she's not even a legal adult yet.
I bet she'll be the next sperminated tween celebrity; I'll laugh. A lot.
Fonts can either compliment or destroy one another.
IE: King Cool KC should NOT go with Stencil STD.
BUT, Violation CAN go with Stencil STD without being a mess.
I think I broke my toe.
I have five tabs open.
And there is one line of volume showing on my speaker.
I should probably remind Liz that registration is today.
My nails look icky.
I get paid in two weeks.
It's my parents' anniversary.
Justin Beiber looks/sounds like a fifteen year old lesbian.
Sorry, lesbians; I know that's kind of an insult.
I hate tanlines.
I never want to go in the sun again.
The sun sucks.
I want to run far away from the fiery sun.
I think Only by the Night is a great album.
This list is getting kind of super massive.
I wish it was winter again.
I hate 80°+ outside.
It probably has something to do with how sucky Florida is.
Kenny Florian is a hottie.
He totes magotes beat Takanuri Gomi.
Ariel had to remind me who he was.
She's reading this over my shoulder.
Thanks, Ariel.
I am going to make a powerpoint on how to survive a zombie attack.
It is going to be amazeballs.
My whole class is going to be jealous.
They're probably going to pick lame topics, like, 'Why you should join a sorority/fraternity.'
....LAME. Super lame. Lame with super lame sauce.
Yeah, I don't care if that made no sense.
I've been up and going since like, eight this morning.
Yesterday morning, technically. So....
Sixteen hours.
That's a long time.
Too long, tbh, imo.
I miss talking to Ricki.
I miss sleeping in.
I wonder how Angela is doing,
I wonder if she's having a boy or a girl.
I wonder if this list is getting on your nerves.
I wonder if anyone is actually going to read this anyway.
I wonder why some of you people follow me.
How did you find me?
That's kinda weird.
Unless I found you first.
Which could totes be the case.

I think I'm going to end this list now.


Goodnightmorning.
xx

Stop talk, talk, talking that blah, blah, blah.

 Ke$ha is so ridiculously catchy, it isn't even funny.
(Just as an aside, completely unrelated to the rest of the post.)


MOTION CITY SOUNDTRACK WAS AMAZING.
The only thing that would've made it better was having a best friend or two there with me.
Instead, I spend almost all of the Motion City set screaming, singing, dancing and jumping alone.
But I certainly made the most of my experience, despite bumping into a couple random (cute!) boys.
And there was lots of entertainment other than Motion City, because there were loads of people who were smashed.
Of course, as we all know, when there is a combination (mass quantities) of alcohol and college boys, there will be free entertainment (for bystanders.)

Hm.
What else is interesting?
(Not much, really; I'm quite boring, tbh....)
My job is basically quitting on me, because we ran out of money, or something like that.
I was supposed to meet with someone today to find a new one, but I emailed her like a half hour ago and I haven't received a response yet.

Class starts in 45 minutes.
I'm going to be studying Klingon and Esperanto.
I know next to nothing, and I didn't even really study it at all.
But at least I have a little while before class starts, so I can at least look it over once more.






I think that's really all.
I'm actually pretty exhausted.
(Lack of sleep does that to you.)
I don't feel like blogging anymore.

Que triste.





Guten Tag.
xx

I can't stand it.

Like, literally, I am so excited that I can not stand it.

My best friend is in Ireland and I miss her.
Her birthday was Wednesday and I didn't even talk to her. ):
BUT she's coming back (fairly) soon! We're past the halfway point!

I am MASSIVELY excited for  Motion City Soundtrack !
My school somehow managed to get them to play our Homecoming Block Party.
I am so ridiculously excited that I don't really think I could articulate it, even if I tried.

UFC 111 is next weekend.
Georges St. Pierre vs. Dan Hardy.
I won't lie, that's probably going to be an amazing contest.

And finally, I am excited to sleep.
I haven't had quality sleep in like, a week now.
And it's hopefully going to be a nice, quiet night for me. (:

That is all.
I'm done bragging. (;

Guten Abend.
xx

This is kind of

incredible.

Literate?
Like free books?
Enter a contest here for the chance to win a ton of awesome books.
I saw this contest on Twitter, and it was seriously the mother of all contests.

....why are you still here?!
Go enter!

I know, I know.

I just keep talking that blah, blah, blah.
(and by that, I mean I ramble aimlessly about things that other people don't care about.)


I Twit entirely too much.
I've been trying to cut back.
I can't say it's working very well.
I keep getting close to 1000 Twits....
At which point I go back and delete some irrelevant ones.
And I created an entirely different account for my basketball shenanigans.
That way, people who don't care about it aren't bothered by my angry/excited/etc rants.


Spring break is over in....ten hours. I have to be awake in....eighteen hours. And I have my first class back in....about twenty-four. I'll get home, bitchy, cranky, and exhausted in about twenty-eight.
I won't lie to you, break has been delightful, and I wouldn't be against skipping tomorrow, however, I just did the math, and I pay over 120$ per class, whether I'm there or not, and that would be $240 down the hole.
And, because my Grammar and Linguistics teacher has missed two days already, and I missed one day with two classes, I'm already down $480. Awesome.

You know what the worst part is?
I'm dropping all this money on college, and I have no idea what I want to do with my life.
None. Not a single idea, whatsoever. I'm just hoping this stupid business degree lands me a decent job. And by decent, I mean one that pays the bills and doesn't leave me wanting to kill myself every day after work.
And on top of that, I don't even have friends on campus. I know and talk to TWO people (and by that, I mean they friended me on Facebook) out of all four of my classes.
Last semester, I managed to make two friends in my classes, and one is back in Jersey this semester and the other isn't in any of my classes.
In the wonderful words of the precious Peter Klaven, I need to get some f*cking friends.


I was thinking about Alice in Wonderland again this morning as I was cleaning up the kitchen and making coffee. I always thought Alice was polite, and mild-mannered, however, in this movie, she more or less used and ordered everyone around, without as much as a single 'thank you.' That quite bothers me, considering its a children's tale, and it is more or less promoting bad manners.


I'll stop talking that blah, blah, blah now.
(Yes, I know, I've been infected with the Ke$ha virus, bleh.)


xx

Pre-Game Blog

The Knicks game starts in a few minutes, so I'll keep it short.

Spring Break has been wonderful so far. I am terribly saddened by the fact that it is only one week long, because I always thought that it seemed so much longer.
My week, at a glance: bonding with best friend; the Crazies; picnic; Qdoba with Karli; freckle twin; Alice in Wonderland; not sleeping; lots of basketball.
And that's not all, because the Break isn't over just yet. Tomorrow, I'm going to see a baseball game, Stetson vs. Harvard. :D

Let me just say, Alice in Wonderland was not at all what I expected. Apparently, Alice had a sequel, which is just fine, however, I can't remember a thing that happened in the original, so when I watched the 2010 movie, I was horrified because I had no idea what was going on. I guess things made sense as the movie went on, but still, not happy about that. I guess I should research movies before I see them, because I can't be as lucky as I was with the Crazies every time.

Qdoba is always wonderful. Not sleeping kind of sucks. Basketball is alright.
Also, I hated my freckles until I saw that Karli and I have a bunch of the same freckles.

And the Knicks are on.
Maybe they can win again tonight.
I think that would be just wonderful. (:

Goodnight.
xx

Yadda, yadda, yadda.

I have no idea what compels me to blog so incessantly, especially lately, but here it is, almost eleven thirty on a Sunday night, and I'm at it again.

Today I got butterflies a little, for the first time in months.
I must admit, it was actually somewhat pleasant.
Much better than I remember them.
As far as I remember, they were pesky little buggars.
But when I got them earlier, they weren't as annoying as they were inconvenient.
[Especially when I get a bomb like THAT dropped on me.]

I'm still sick.
And I'm going to the doctor on the way to work in the morning.
I'm really dreading classes because we're having midterms soon, and I hate exams.
I managed a 94% on my MIS exam, but I'm beating myself up because I should've gotten 100%.

I'm currently watching Utah lose to Portland.
Memo is out, and Fesenko and Korver are in;; they're down by fifteen at the end of the 2nd.

I went to a baseball game today! And we actually won the game!
We lost our season opener yesterday to a college from New York, but won today.
Going to the game was a big deal because I went with my parents when I was a kid.
I even got nachos, like I did when it was my cousins' games I was going to in Sanford.
Oh, it brought back so many memories of the past; baseball games were commonplace.
It was refreshing to go out with my parents and do something we haven't done in fifteen years.


Anyway.
That's enough of me rambling.




Goodnight!

xx

I am blogging because it is late.

I just watched a very profound movie, and now my brain won't slow down or shut off.
I'm sick, tired, stressed, frustrated;
All I really want to do is sleep.
And what can't I do?
Sleep.

So, today, I plan on continuing my Benicio marathon before the baseball season opener.
And Sunday (tomorrow,) I think I'm going to the second baseball game.
I really wished that I liked baseball.
But it brings back memories.
Good memories.
Memories of when I was still a little kid.
Memories of times where my biggest mistake was cutting my own hair.
Or the time when I covered my dad's father's lamp with lick-and-stick stamps.

(This is definitely not helping the brain-shutdown process I was hoping to initiate.)

More medicine for me, and then hopefully I'll be off to Dreamland.
(....or some other land with fantastical fantasies that keep me content.)

And here's a bit of a note to self: tell the people you love that you love them.
Sometimes things tend to elude me, and that is one of them.
If any of you are reading, I love you.
I really mean it.

xx

This time

I'm blogging because I'm in a bad mood.


"Why?" you ask?
Well, here it is;;
School is driving me insane.
I feel completely isolated from everyone else.
The only thing keeping me remotely sane is my family.
And, I feel like everything I thought was coming together is really just f a l l i n g  a p a r t.


On a slightly less disheartening note;
I've been watching a lot of basketball and a lot of Heroes.
I won't credit them with my sanity, however, because I obsess ever so slightly....


Hm. What's new with Jen....
I cleaned Louis Vuitton and King Leonidas today yesterday.
I got dirty looks while I did it, but it seems they found it in their hearts to forgive me already.
I guess cleaning my baby Gaga is next on the list, but her tank wasn't dirty just yet, so I put it off, aha.


Its in the fifties here in sunshiney Florida.
I must say, I appreciate the weather we're having.
If it were in the seventies already (in February) I might go mad.
I mean, if it's seventy in the "winter," I don't want to imagine how hot summers will be.

The chilly weather is not only refreshing, its also a motivator.
Once I get out into the cool weather, its like a wake up call; its....invigorating.

I know my mother is going crazy with this.
("We live in Florida for a reason, it isn't supposed to be cold!")


Ooh, just remembered that I need to redo my FAFSA.
Looks that's something to save as the project for next weekend.
Of course, next weekend will be busy with my ANTI-Valentines Day festivities.
And my oldest nephew turns FIVE on Wednesday, so we might do something for his birthday.

Anyway.
I guess that's enough rambling.
I should get some rest; I've got a long day ahead of me and not enough time to sleep.

xx

My name is Jen,

and I am a Twitaholic.



Ahahaha.
....but seriously.
I just might be addicted to Twitter.



School is alright.
I only like one of my classes.
The other four are massively boring.

I only know one person out of all four of my classes.
At least she's really cool, loves Harry Potter, and hates Facebook.

And well, that's really all that goes on with me, more or less.
I get socialization in once or twice a week, which is nice.
But pretty much, other than that, my life is boring.

I love it anyway.

I also love pineapple orange juice.
And sleeping, a lot.
Danilo Gallinari.
Kyrylo Fesenko.
Omri Casspi.
David Lee.
Heroes.
Gaga.
Zoe.
etc.


And Alejandro. ♥
He's the only boy in my life who never lets me down, and I love him for it.



Well, that is all.
Goodnight.

xx

In case you were wondering;

YES; my life is fantastic.

Today was prettttty good.
I went for a contact exam, which was not fun.
And to add insult to injury, my eyes are getting worse. ):
But I did get a nice doctor, and I got my eyes dilated, which is exciting!

Then Mom and I went shopping at VicSec where I got a PINK dog. (sososo cute)
Andddddd I got to see my Katypillar at work.
And I got new hand sanitizer!

So now I'm sitting home, watching basketball.
(Right now, Memphis vs. Phoenix. I think I like Memphis in this one.)
And when this game is over, which will be in a minute or so, I'll watch Heroes until the Magic game.

And tomorrow, I have class.
Then Wednesday, work and class.
And Thursday, class, and later, a night class.
Fridays, I am lucky enough to have off. Suh-weet!

OKAYSO;
On top of my fabulous day, I got home and checked WORDforTeens (follow, plz? great YA book reviews, contests, and other interesting stuff) and, it turns out that I WON A BOOK called The Lonely Hearts Club, which looks like a pretty awesome book.
Aah. My life is so amazing.

Je t'aime.
Goodnight.

xx

People.

"They don't mean a thing to you.
They move right through you.
Just like your breath."


Sometimes I wish it was that easy.
Letting people come and go, not caring about them.
But instead, somehow, I keep allowing myself to get letdown by person after person.


We are all imperfect.
However, there are glitches we can repair.
There are character flaws we can easily fix.
People don't take the time to evaluate themselves.
They don't care to take the time to see how their actions affect others.




People are so selfish, so foolish.
My confidence in humanity is out the window.



This is your life, and it's ending, one minute at a time.





Goodnight morning.
xx

Somebody's been neglecting Blogger....

ANDDDD that someone is ME.
I know, I know, it's a good thing I'm not terribly interesting.
It's also a good thing that you aren't terribly interested in me.
(If I were terribly interesting and you were terribly interested, you'd be fuming!)

So, what has happened since my last update?
My grandmother is now in a rehabilitation center.
I had my finals, which were only somewhat disastrous.
It is now "winter holiday" and two days before Christmas.
Anddddd....I am being a total Grinch and I'm hating this season.

That's about it.
Well, I saw Zombieland. Twice.
I've gone to work twice, which is good ($$).
I have been on a Harry Potter kick, so I had a marathon!
And I've picked up a fairly nasty obsession with basketball.
(Specifically with the Jazz and the Knicks, and even more specifically, with Danilo Gallinari)

So I guess THAT is about it....
If I have anything to add, I'll post an "EDIT:"
....but I can't imagine that happening, because I'm kind of boring.

xx

So, when do I blog?

RIGHT! You're clever.
When I'm procrastinating!
Oh, you catch on so quickly. (:



I have five papers to edit.
Good thing I'm like, an editing Nazi.
I can punch this crap out in two hours.
Which is good, because I'm pretty much exhausted.

Today, I had two finals. I've been sucking at Psychology lately, so the exam was refreshing because I think I might have done alright.
Sadly, I'm almost certain that I somewhat BOMBED my Business final, which is extra lame because I usually do really well in that class.
My first final went alright, I think, except that I was like, ten minutes late. Monday was just a horrendous day, but at least it was only acting--no actual thinking involved!

So, tomorrow when I hand in my papers, I will officially be finished with the semester, and the only time I'll be in DeLand is for work or for pleasure. So pretty much, MLIA: My Life is Awesome.

I'm going to go do my papers now.
Criminal Minds is on at nine. It requires my undivided attention.
NO DISTRACTIONS.
(even though I'm thinking about....things....and people....which is distracting enough....)









Guten Abend.
xx