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Thursday, July 29, 2004

Have a good not-quite-Friday.

And come see the show on the 14th.

That is all.

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 8:18 AM

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Times to see Jeni a la Mug:

Thursday 6pm-11pm
Friday 8am-1pm
Saturday 8pm-11pm

Ps. I make a mean Berry Blast Smoothie.

Come on the 14th. And tell your friends. WORD.

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 11:35 AM

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

I like that my pillows smell like him.

Stacie is happy! Finally! YAY!

The question: How do you know when it's right?
The answer: You don't, but when it is you stop asking the question.

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 12:31 PM

Um... I love my job at the Mug, but Anna said we're definitely closing soon. So, I'm on a mission to find another coffee shop job to hold me over until Bone Fish Grill opens. WHOO!

I had more to say when I got on here....

OH!!!!!

August 14, 2004
3:00pm-late into the night
HUGE show, at least 8 bands, so many different genres, some bands from as far away as St. Louis
FREE
at Mesker
call me for more details
I'm always working, so leave a message

"It's elimination time, bitches"

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 11:56 AM

Friday, July 23, 2004

So, I'm an IDIOT and put the paint request in the wrong mailbox... hence it still being there this morning. I suck. I'm sorry.

My check FINALLY got to my ebayer! YAY! Dress = on the way! YAY! I'll have it in time for the 14th! YAY!

I am FULL. Absolutely full. This is the first time that's happened since I moved in. I stopped by home, stole some more food, and demolished a doggie bag salad. I've lost (dromroll please) a total of 5 lbs. since moving into the apartment. Yay steps. Yay anti-airconditioning. Yay walking distance destinations. Yay tuna, fruit, milk, and diet coke consumption. It's a good feeling when a salad can fill you up. You know you're making progress.

This morning I was rather stressed... so forgive me those of you who encountered me. Whee! I'm better now. I've eaten a full meal. I'll play nice for a while.

Linda at Fetter Properties... just let us paint. Just cut the crap and let us paint.

I like my job at the Mug. I'll be sad if they close. :( Alix is nice. Anna is very helpful. The regulars already know my name and talk to me. It's a good fit.

I should head towards Evansville and help paint if they've harrassed Linda into approval yet.

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 12:27 PM

I need some room to breathe... some time to be me.
"who are you
to say to me
that I'm not alright
you don't know what it's like"
Shellshocked, Chronic Future

I am now employed by the Mug. WHOO!

Um... yes.

I do not have time for things except sleep, school, and work... this is a sad state of affairs.

Painting shal begin today. I hope. I did go by Fetter though this morning and our paint request was still in the mail thing. That sort of pissed me off. I hope Natalie and Nicole make Linda "understand" (like the Sopranos make people understand) what we want.

I am at work. HAHAHAHA. Doing nothing. It's great.

I'll go be productive. Mmmm.... bye

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 11:04 AM

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

I start my English remake class today... oh my.
 
Um... Alex never called me back last night. I wish people would do what they say they will so I know if I have a means of income or not.
 
I heart Liquid Lizard. I may become a hippie. It's cheaper.
 
My check has not gotten to my ebay seller yet. It went into the system last Wednesday. This thoroughly pisses me off. This means my dress will not be here when I wanted it. I hate the USPS.
 
If you'd like to donate anything to the "Natalie, Nicole, and Jeni are broke but have an apartment that needs things" fund, feel free to do so. Monetary donations or actual items will do.
 
There are interesting things in the world. And then there are interesting things. My dreams are the latter of those two. UGH. It makes me so mad. I can't get away from my brain when those eyelids shut.
"Stop f-ing with my head." ~ Sevendust
 
I have no problem fighting for what is rightfully mine.
 
Someone buy my damn guitar.
 
THE END.

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 11:14 AM

Monday, July 19, 2004

Bands worth the time of day:
Chronic Youth = good
Skindred= awesome
Sevendust= amazing
 
Bands I biasedly promote:
Paradigum
...oh... that's it
 
I spent my first official moved-in night at the apartment. HURRAH! It was so nice. I have much to put away and much to bring from home, but most of my stuff is there.
 
Had 2 interviews today. One at Zeidler's and one with the Mug. The Mug is now staying open. YAY! I will know soon if I am employed. Think happy thoughts for me. Ps. Wadi allows facial piercings... MUAHAHAHAHA!
 
Natalie, Nicole, and I are decorating fiends. And it's incredible. I've never had this much fun in my life. I think this three's company situation may be one of the most enjoyable experiences I'll ever have. We rock.
 
There are dogs everywhere in our house. There's Elly beagle that belongs to Leslie and Margie. There's a Boston terrier that belongs to these really haughty girls downstares. There's Jake that belongs to this guy that always runs around in surfer shorts. This makes not having a dog bearable.

I want to be the little girl that wears a dress with golashes on the wrong feet. That little girl rocks.
 
I had something else to say but can't remember. My grandpa says if you can't remember it, it probably wasn't important.

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 9:01 PM

Friday, July 16, 2004

Alright, kiddies... get out your dayrunners, palm pilots, calanders, and post-it notes (Thank you, Romy and Michelle). August 14th at Mesker shelter numero tres (#3) you will hear the fine musical stylings of those sick Paradigum boys as well as some other bands that are pretty darn good too. So come on out for a cheap, fun show! All the cool kids are doin it.
 
I'll be moving in this Sunday. If you like to lift heavy things, give me a call. Or if you like to see other people lift heavy things, give me a call.
 
Go see Chicago!
Support the arts!
Nuke a godless communist gay baby seal for  Christ!
 
Two of those statements were honest. Which one of these is not like the other?
 
Jared whatshisname had that shirt... that's funny... what a waste.
 
Come to the NNJ (Natalie, Nicole, Jeni) yard sale this Saturday!!! 8-? near Thompkins m.s. Be there! Buy my stuff! Help pay my rent! I'll give a free hug with every purchase. Ooooh, now I KNOW I'll see you there. There'll be clothes from size 3-13... for those of you who don't know, Jeni used to be a chunker. Then she didn't eat at all. And now she's just a normal lil ball of sunshine and sarcasm. Whoop whoop!
 
Somebody needs to have a party soon. I need to see a room spinning real bad.

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 4:21 PM

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Reason Stacia should be my sister in law:
If they ever come up with a swashbuckling school, I think one of the courses should be laughing, then jumping off something. ~Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey
 
I do not like this age. I am caught between dependence and independence. I'm mostly taking care of myself, but my parents have spoiled me in such a way that I cannot truly be out on my own. I must rely one them because I have no credit, no car of my own, no insurance of my own. Yet, I'm out there making my own money, paying my bills, moving into my apartment with only their signature's assistance. No, my friends. I do not like this age.
 
Zeidler's on Fulton called me today to set up an interview. Think happy hiring thoughts at 8:40 Monday morning. Also, Finish Line emailed me after receiving my resume and had me fill out an application. Perhaps I'll get jobs in Evansville after all. Let me know if anywhere else is hiring, yo.
 
Things I want:
piercings (eyebrow, daith, helix, rook, conch, tagus)
finish tattoo- thicken line, add verse
new tattoo (Lucas inspired "Carpe Diem" on hip bone)
puppy
money
 
The world is a crazy place. I'm glad I've got something to hold onto.

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 11:08 PM

"Isn't that Avril Lavigne?"

Yay for:
a clean apartment.
a call for a job interview.
getting an important email.
my ebay dress being on the way.
Sevendust and Nonpoint.
Butta.
getting clothes priced for Sat.
spaghetti.
showing off the clean apartment.
our first calendar, vaccume, squeegie, etc.
Chicago.
Slipknot.
paying my tuition and Ireland bill.
Lesley's hammer and Elle's tuperware-ness.
naps.
finding storage bins.
getting to see everyone in a month.

Boo for:
being cut off from text messaging.
not being able to afford a puppy.

Life is good.

Oh, my foot is healing nicely... I think.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 2:28 PM

You are the beautiful DarkGoth rocker chick Amy Lee
from Evanescence!!!


Which rock chick are you, Amy Lee from Evanescence or Avril Lavigne?
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HAHA suckers, I knew it!
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 12:32 PM

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

If you or anyone you know has ever said something similar to "Wow, Jeni has awesome clothes." You should get ahold of me. I am, yet again, selling my closet. Only this time I'm not being greedy. I'm selling pretty much anything that I didn't buy in the past year. Take your pick! Name your price! Support my bank account. Also, if you'd like to browse mine and two other closets, come see Natalie, Nicole, and me on Saturday at our yardsale!! OOOOOh... sounds like fun! We'll be located at a house across from Thompkins Middle School. Be there, yo.

Other random things for sale:
Washburn D10I accoustic guitar (used value: $135)
It's in awesome condition. It's one of those things I got and never got around to putting it to good use. I'll even throw in the hard case ($60 value), two books ($15 value), a strap (probably of some value), and see if I can get that fella of mine to restring and tune it (priceless... thank you American Express). Name a price... I'll see what I can do.

For those Hawaii lovers, a lil' Ukelele... um... that's cool enough in itself. BUY IT. I mean... tell me if you want more info.

Sign the tagboard, email me, or call me. Just let me KNOOOOW.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 6:23 PM

Pam beats me at work.

Stupid people do stupid things. Smart people outsmart each other.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 4:42 PM

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

and...
THE END
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 2:16 PM

Saturday, July 10, 2004

The little girl clung to the poorly manufactured teddy bear with all her might. She trusted it as her protector from thunderstorms, nightmares, and things that go bump in the night. Squeezing her eyes shut, she heard the click once. She held the toy tighter in her tiny five-year-old arms. Again, the sound came. A voice spoke out, "There you go! All done. Now that didn't hurt too much, now did it?" The little girl shook her blond pigtailed head "no," hugged Teddy, and admired her very first pair of pierced earings in the mall kiosque's mirror.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 1:41 AM

Friday, July 09, 2004

When I was a wee little vampire, blood was my first word.

Pink awoke with the early morning light, turned, and saw the sleeping body next to her. Confused, she wondered how Tommy Lee fit all those tattoos on one body.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 11:02 PM

Pluck your eyebrows at least twice a week.

Um, so... tonight I keep reading people's (non)relationshipal issues... and woah. I'm sorry. This reminds me of a scene in When Harry Met Sally... "tell me I'll never have to be out there again." Yaaaah. Drama-rama. Though I do miss my fella an awful lot. Like... um... bigger than me stretching my arms out as far as they go.

She snuck her way quietly into the far bathroom of the apartment hoping not to wake her sleeping roommates; the glowing clock on the counter burning the early hour into her mind like a branding iron. Sitting down on the edge of the bath tub, she pulled the hairpins one by one and placed them on the inside. She looked up at the glowing clock and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Standing to face her reflection, she studied what was once her own face masked by eyeliner and lipstick. With a Kleenex she wiped away the crimson lips that were not her own. The heavy black liner had smeared and smudged throughout the night and gave her a ghostly look in the pale green light from the clock. Carefully, she wiped it too away and began to recognize the face in the mirror. Minutes later, free from the paint, she recognized the eyes staring back at her. She quickly turned from the girl staring back at her and fled the room. She hoped to sleep away that girl. She didn't want to know herself.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 8:43 PM

Delivery man... haven't you seen "How to Succeed..."? A secretary is NOT a toy.

"It's all over!" wailed the pop princess as she leapt from the building's ledge into the murky depths of the city blocks below. He reached to save her from herself, but it was too late. He fell to his knees, burying his face in a well worn smock. He could still smell the shampoo on his hands. He never should have told her she had split ends.

These are the things I waste my time thinking of.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 6:14 PM

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

FAFSA kills trees. The end.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 9:12 PM

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Reasons I probably shouldn't have kids:
I can't operate Tupperware.
I have reinacted the Lucy soap suds episode with the dishwasher... twice... and not on purpose.
I can barely get somewhere on time just getting myself ready.
I've never successfully made cookies.
I've never successfully made macaroni.
I've never successfully made any food that wasn't microwaveable... and even those were iffy.

Don't get me wrong, I love kids. And I'd like a few someday... I just hope they don't expect much out of me.

Das end.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 6:32 PM

A most joyous birthday to you, Burgdorf!

I am exhausted... work kicked my butt like a rowdy dominatrix.

You can ignore this next part... I've discovered I don't remember to do things unless it's documented:

Tues.- Move in random things that fit on shelves, phone and accessories, bathroom storage, majazines for collage, phone stand, etc. See boy.
Wed.- Work. Bank. Mow. Sleep.
Thurs.- Work. Inventory apartment with mom. Watch EVSC's show with mom.
Fri.- Work. Mow. Pack for Saint Louis. Don't forget bottle, season pass, and coupon. Meet Melissa.
Sat.- Six Flags Saint Louis avec Melissa.
Sun.- Mow. Clean apartment. Move in more stair-friendly stuff.

Rain, rain: go away... so I can mow and make money, hooray!
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 4:34 PM

I am absolutely exhausted and yet my body refuses to go to sleep. This is ridiculous.


posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 1:26 AM

Monday, July 05, 2004

I think there may be something seriously wrong with me... I keep hallucinating. And no, I'm not on drugs. Thanks. But I am seeing some pretty weird stuff... woah.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 5:42 PM

EVSC reunion? Hmm... interesting... I didn't get an invite... ooooooh, I'm sooooooooo torn. And definitely suprised that the theatre world would screw me over again. Oh wait...

My life is a vicious cycle.

I don't feel right when you're gone away...

"This awkward silence makes me crazy." I finally understand Blink 182's new CD... and suddenly I love it.
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 2:24 PM

Sunday, July 04, 2004

Happy fourth all! Celebrate your independence. Whoo! Come to my house and eat Dewig meats.... yah... that's what freedom is about. Eat that Michael Moore.

Ummm...
Things to celebrate:
New apartment
New roommates
New friends
New family
Old friends
Old family

posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 12:27 PM

Friday, July 02, 2004

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

That is all
posted by The Impossibly Cute One on 7:24 PM