tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58916632012-02-16T20:53:12.764-06:00Jennoreply@blogger.comBlogger4681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-73771689360423848622007-12-04T07:50:00.001-06:002007-12-04T07:52:21.380-06:00

i cannot cannot cannot blog here any longer...four years of history i am happy to leave behind, but i can't bring myself to delete it. i'm now over at much farther to go. Because I still really do.

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-86178745179001045512007-09-10T01:14:00.001-05:002007-09-10T01:15:32.155-05:00

If you are reading this now, (and most likely, I'm probably just talking to Holly, who probably has given up on me here already) you should know that I am gone to England for the fall! I may update here, or I may start a new blog. I will always use facebook though, and skype, user name different_light. later!

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-56822447253451584192007-07-29T23:37:00.000-05:002007-07-29T23:52:25.020-05:00

So today, tonight, three months after moving home, I am finally using my own computer in my room. Well, I set up the internet in here anyway. And...finding it kind of annoying how my space bar doesn't really want to work all the time...aaanyway. Using my computer again is almost like stepping back in time, strangely. To before I worked as a student accountant, before getting life ready to travel.

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-33345146539040977722007-05-31T12:56:00.000-05:002007-06-01T12:24:02.969-05:00

I don't know why I started this blogging thing again, now I just feel like I have to make up things to say. Well, they changed the weather forecast. Now, instead of 10 out of the next 14 days having rain, there's only one day where it's supposed to rain in the next two weeks. Even though it's been raining for probably over a week now, I'm secretly disappointed it won't rain more. I don't know why

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-6465202902571618792007-05-27T23:50:00.000-05:002007-05-28T00:04:54.435-05:00

Okay, here I am at a time that's way too late for someone to be up if they have to work the next morning. But really, work has unlimited coffee. I'm mostly writing right now, because I know Holly checks. Everyday, even though she knows she will find nothing new. And this is not good. I often do want to write things, and even half write them in my head, but then, no. I don't have the time/I don't

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-73161270374680309042007-04-28T21:59:00.000-05:002007-04-28T22:22:33.368-05:00

I sincerely apologize to those who actually bother to come here and find that no, once again I haven't updated. I'm sure I've lost everyone by now, which is bad, and good at the same time. I really almost never consider my audience, and when I do, I never say what's actually on my mind. Not like that's been a lot lately. I just wrote my last exam of this year on Thursday. It's just...good to be

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-12904290696252873542007-03-23T18:30:00.000-05:002007-03-23T18:39:07.581-05:00

I love the morning. I hate getting up before I've had what my mind thinks is enough sleep, but I still love it when I eventually get out of bed. Maybe I mean to say is that I love to wake from sleep. It just seems like all my problems, everything that I was thinking about and was keeping me up for hours the night before have disappeared, or at least made that much smaller. It's like I go through

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-13037275598453072622007-03-21T21:19:00.000-05:002007-03-21T21:25:38.673-05:00

Sometimes I feel like, whatever I want to express has already been said in song form somewhere. There's an artist for every mood, a song for every feeling. And I don't even know about half the good stuff out there. It's probably not so good for me to be so...spastic and thoughtful during the time I'm supposed to be trying to learn things, but I can't help it. I'm going through another one of

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-4977487708370051982007-03-01T23:57:00.000-06:002007-03-02T00:03:10.861-06:00

I can't wait for summer. I just can't. I don't want to know how much snow has fallen in the last few days, but it's been a lot. I do prefer it to the cold, but still, you can't do much outside when they don't clear the streets...I'm thinking sandals showing off fresh pedicures, days at the beach coming home with red skin, the hottest afternoons inside with the air conditioning full blast and iced

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1419417926261550892007-02-25T15:32:00.000-06:002007-02-25T23:23:54.902-06:00

It's almost March already, and I'm done my midterms, so it feels like this semester is over already. And what have I accomplished? Other than an awesome vacation to Las Vegas, not a whole lot. No, wait, scratch that. I did that thing where I planned out the rest of my life and I don't have to wonder what I'll be doing, just where in Winnipeg I'll be living during my two remaining Canadian

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-45601834125640675232007-02-11T00:31:00.000-06:002007-02-11T00:44:42.892-06:00

I haven't been here for so long that I almost forgot what it looked like. I always mean to write stuff, but never really get around to it, or end up posting it on myspace or something. I leave for las vegas in about 9 hours. I'm pretty pumped. I'm someone who has traveled barely at all in my short life. The farthest I've been in all directions, from Banff to Kenora, from Flin Flon to the little

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1167945050722668472007-01-04T15:02:00.000-06:002007-01-04T15:19:19.836-06:00

Well, Christmas has come and gone, with not a peep from me here. I've pretty much come to the conclusion that Christmas is just another day. That's all it looked like to me on the calendar. I never finished Christmas shopping, and I still haven't, so we'll see what happens with that. Now have unforgivable credit cards to pay off, and school to return to. I'm not at school today, or in the city

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1165557688592741632006-12-07T23:28:00.000-06:002006-12-08T00:04:17.486-06:00

My source of Christmas joy so far this year has come from coffee cups. You know, the bright red, or ones with christmassy scenes on them. They make me want coffee, and make me feel like it's christmas. It's a little strange, but I told myself I was going to try this year. I have to get with the gift making/buying pretty soon. I was in the mall today. Christmas is weird. So much buying,

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1165043888234464492006-12-02T00:56:00.000-06:002006-12-02T01:19:20.440-06:00

I was just reading some of my old posts, I do that sometimes, to see how my writing style has changed, or to remember things I've been through, and I came across a comment made, well, I don't know when it was made. I often don't check back to see if any comments were made, and I don't know how I feel about finding this one. Reading that made me feel awful. Like the person I've become has betrayed

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1165040875667657712006-12-01T23:34:00.000-06:002006-12-02T00:53:10.673-06:00

Regarding the last post, I decided to take care of my laundry right away, leave my bathroom uncleaned for another week at least, wait until it got warmer before I would attempt a driveway shoveling (and it was taken care of anyway), decided not to make the phone call and to just ignore said person, I will be procrastinating the paper for a little while longer, eventually planning my gifts,

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1164776340358930652006-11-28T22:26:00.000-06:002006-11-28T22:59:09.273-06:00

for my laundry to be folded and put away. For my bathroom to be cleaned. For our driveway to be shoveled. For an awkward phone call to be made. For my paper to be written. For my Christmas presents to be made. For my wisdom teeth to be gone. Ah, the to do list that I don't want to do. Some are avoidable, but only for awhile. Some are avoidable forever, but probably shouldn't be.I want to be able

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1163576437703139692006-11-15T00:25:00.000-06:002006-11-15T01:42:27.306-06:00

I do the weirdest things when I'm stressed. Like, clean my room. For the longest time, half of my bed has been occupied by clean laundry, shopping bags, my mini disc player, etc, and the other half is my sleeping area. I finally cleaned it all up today because I was stressed. About stuff.And now it's 1:30 and I'm still awake. I have this crazy habit of sleeping in the middle of the day because I

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1163225515076418782006-11-10T23:44:00.000-06:002006-11-11T00:11:55.110-06:00

It's been a crazy semester. I think it's been the fastest yet. Midterms are barely over, and it's time to start freaking out about finals. Story of my life. Someone's always freaking out about something, with or without reason.I want to go home for some reason. It feels like Christmas, and that I should be home for it. But you know, there's always that thing where when you're grown up, Christmas

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1162864664932184012006-11-06T19:57:00.000-06:002006-11-06T19:57:44.956-06:00

For Annie. Something new and exciting for you.

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I've avoided this long enough I think. I just never seem to think that what I want to say is intelligent or worth saying. I'm at home. I'm tired. I've been having one of those 'who-I-am-hates-who-I've-been' moments a lot lately. I've been mean, I've been bitter. I've let people think I'm someone that I'm not. And, I don't have any grand plans for changing.School makes me crazy. I have 8:30

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1157778129514953962006-09-08T23:48:00.000-05:002006-09-09T00:02:09.536-05:00

Once again, I wish I weren't home this weekend. But that's okay, it's probably the most of me that Winkler's going to see for a while. I'm going to start making christmas gifts this week. Too soon? probably. Then they'll just be super awesome by the time that I'm done with them.I worry too much. I'm not sure why. It's mostly all in my mind, and I'd forget it all if I thought I could. Oh, I wish

Jennoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1157692760644776402006-09-07T23:52:00.000-05:002006-09-08T23:48:36.226-05:00

I don't think that there's an episode of Grey's Anatomy that fails to make me cry. Well, I guess and depressed. Sad and hopeless, but in a romantic way, I guess you could say. Isn't that sad? Today was the first day of classes, and already I'm at home in wink-town. I reeeally wish I wouldn't have said I'd work this weekend, but honestly, I DO need to work. Almost anything. Just watch, I'll end up

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1156833379418066892006-08-29T00:14:00.000-05:002006-08-29T01:36:19.606-05:00

So, it seems my job is pretty much done with me, and I don't have a lot to do before school starts. I'm starting to see what I'd be doing all day if I hadn't worked all summer. That is, sleep til noon, watch Grey's Anatomy, Oprah and Dr. Phil every single day. I love Grey's Anatomy by the way, I only started watching it these last few months. There will be a party for the season premiere, let me

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1156569270057646182006-08-25T23:46:00.000-05:002006-08-26T00:14:30.096-05:00

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friendSomewhere along in the bitternessAnd I would have stayed up with you all nightHad I known how to save a life No, I did not actually lose a friend. But why is it that the ones we love the most, hurt us the most without even meaning to? Without even being near us? By choosing others over us? By choosing a different life? By having friends you don't want them to

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1156474256578383332006-08-24T21:30:00.000-05:002006-08-24T21:50:57.696-05:00

I don't know what's with me lately. I'm just so....so. I'm just so. Two weeks, then school will start. I'll be back here for work again. I don't even know how to feel about school starting. Because: I don't know about work. I know I need a job if i want any fun. Because: Things I've started here are so very unfinished. Because: I feel very oh-so-unrequited with things. Things and people.I want

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1155791973651271802006-08-17T00:13:00.000-05:002006-08-17T00:20:37.786-05:00

tired. I'm just tired. Not in the usual whiny 'i'm-so-tired-i-never-get-enough-sleep' kind of tired. Oh no, I slept past noon today, so I'm now recovered from the weekend. I'm tired of trying so hard. But then I wonder if I'm really trying all that hard. Sometimes I feel I'm giving all I can, and then other times, I know I could do more. and I'm just talking generally, in terms of life. Being.

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1155707165178457592006-08-15T19:31:00.000-05:002006-08-16T00:46:05.403-05:00

I think everyone I work with thinks that I'm having a mental breakdown. It proabably looks that way. Hoooow fun. Good thing I'm kidding a little bit. I'm doing that thing again where I'm looking forward to having everything over with. I just miss so much when I do this. I want to be living in the city with a job of some sort, and hanging out with friends on a super regular basis, and of course,

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1155533440238728862006-08-13T23:21:00.000-05:002006-08-14T00:30:40.303-05:00

I can't even begin to express how glad I am that this weekend is over. I can't say that it's not work that makes me feel that way, because it totally is. I dread this week, for mostly the ramifications of maybe not doing the best job I possibly could, but hell, I'm human, and this human is completely burnt out. No one seems to care though (work wise I mean, of course friends care). What happened

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1155187827025224032006-08-09T23:59:00.000-05:002006-08-10T12:28:37.013-05:00

I'll try not to make this sound like an 'and-in-summation' post, because it's been so long, and there's been so much that's happened. No wait, not a lot. I'm mostly excited right now because I can move to the city with less than a carload full of stuff, and the stuff that'll probably take up the most room besides clothes is...tolietries. If you've seen my bathroom sink you'll understand. Good

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1154581098547150372006-08-02T22:34:00.000-05:002006-08-15T19:30:26.076-05:00

Oh, She's The Man. Good times.

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School starts in about a month, and I have to say...I'm pretty pumped actually. Then again, I have been pretty pumped all summer long. Three more festivals. About six more pancake breakfasts. Three more parades.

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I probably should be banned from running at night. I do crazy things like sit in the middle of a walking path beside a very not busy road and think. Or stop by the elementary school and just swing and look at the stars and then wander in the dark soccer field to look at the stars. Geez, did you know how many stars there are up there? You like, can never see that many unless it's reasonably dark.

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1152294139549511762006-07-07T09:57:00.000-05:002006-07-09T22:00:53.563-05:00

The rest of my summer weekends are: this weekend, little fairs and festivals all over, next carman country, then stampede, the sunflower, then maybe nothing, then harvest fest, plum fest, and corn and apple! summer over! Not that I really want the summer to be over, it's just that the fall sounds nice right about now.

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1151920111558359432006-07-03T04:25:00.000-05:002006-07-03T04:48:31.580-05:00

Ugh, viagra commercials ruined that song for me :( Since we just got back from the triple, the sun's almost up, and I'm not that tired, I think I'll just stay up for the foreseeable future, and tell you about my weekend. I haven't been describing my job much, mostly because the internet tends to be permanent and well, public. Friday I was in Manitou for a good 4 and some hours, at the official

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1151645925715384012006-06-30T00:35:00.000-05:002006-06-30T00:39:50.466-05:00

She sees him laying in the bed alone tonightThe only thing a touching him is a crack of lightPieces of her hair are wrapped around and 'round his fingersAnd he reaches for her side, for any sign of her that lingersAnd she says you are not aloneLaying in the lightPut out the fire in your headAnd lay with me tonightOne of them bullets went straight for the jugular veinThere were people running, a

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1150864765077962382006-06-20T22:49:00.000-05:002006-06-20T23:41:06.616-05:00

My flowers are long dead. Just thought you should know. Pretty much dead from day of purchase. Dang supasto' flowers. Good thing I expected as much.Well! I am, or I thought I was, the type of person who was in a permanent good mood, even when crappy stuff happened, I would forget about it for a while and be happy, and I could get back on my feet with the minimalist of efforts. But today, for some

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1150645005500409292006-06-18T10:16:00.000-05:002006-06-18T10:36:45.530-05:00

was the phrase on a little kid's t-shirt that I saw yesterday. Golden. And okay, did you know, that driving along hwy 23 west, you will find provincial roads 240, 244, and 242, in that order? The confusion kinda adds an hour to your (my) driving time. Getting up at 5:30 is doing things to my mind.

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1150508298583866172006-06-16T20:03:00.000-05:002006-06-16T20:38:18.610-05:00

I'm caught up in something so...just so...possible. So possible that it seems impossible. I feel so grown up, but I don't want anyone to know how afraid I am of being treated like I'm little, irresponsible, or how little and irresponsible I feel. So far no one has said, 'that's impossible!' or 'you're crazy!', so I think I'm doing good. I've never felt more that I'm doing what I'm supposed to be

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1150343747212492862006-06-14T22:33:00.000-05:002006-06-14T22:55:47.250-05:00

At the beginning of the last school year, coincidentally when we went house-supply shopping i believe, i picked up a really nice vase. No flowers in mind really. Choose: wishful thinking or delusional? Both I suppose. Until today it had had no flowers in it whatsoever. Kinda dusty and smudged. So today, in the evening, bored of watching about 10 straight episodes of radio free roscoe, I left my

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1150258950704922712006-06-13T23:10:00.000-05:002006-06-13T23:22:30.733-05:00

It is mid-ish June, and could I just say that that is crazy? Like seriously? Where did the last couple weeks go? Well, I guess work accounts for a lot of that, but still. I had a dream last night that a couple of my teeth fell out. Either it means I really really need to get my wisdom teeth taken out, or that I know I need to let things go (according to the internets) . I'm thinking both actually

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1149914909057728932006-06-09T23:38:00.000-05:002006-06-09T23:48:29.080-05:00

Yesterday was my birthday, and could I just say...best ever? I expected nothing, but got a lot. A lot as in...happiness I suppose. Friends are awesome, even when they don't know it's your birthday.Eric's story of biking makes me want to go on a roadtrip. Dang work (I don't mean that) and dang gas prices (I do mean that). Not all of us are willing to sacrifice our like, lives to bike on highways.

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1149744712320868172006-06-07T23:31:00.000-05:002006-06-08T00:33:09.533-05:00

Tomorrow is the anniversary of the day of my birth. I like my birthday, it's fun. Especially around people you don't know, it's like you've got this secret, that today's your birthday, and there's something special about you that they don't know. Silly and lame I know, but let me have my good mood. Kinda rare these days. I don't really care that it's my birthday though, I just want to go, have

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1148763143462676492006-05-27T15:51:00.000-05:002006-05-27T15:52:23.486-05:00

Hm, did I over-react? I don't really think so...there's just so much that I take for granted...and we've all been so fortunate...I'm just very unaccustomed to disaster.

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1148700185478380572006-05-26T22:10:00.000-05:002006-05-26T22:23:05.506-05:00

I am dreaming right? So can I please just wake up already? FUCK!!! Life isn't supposed to be like this. I'm tired of crying and yet I know this is so not the worst. Young people aren't supposed to have to deal with shit like this. Unfair is hardly the word, but who can decide fairness? Who deserves this EVER? Who decides what who deserves? This is retarded and I hope that...I don't know what I

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1148529994337233282006-05-24T21:04:00.000-05:002006-05-24T23:06:34.450-05:00

I just looked through the quotes and portrait sections of our gr 11 and 12 yearbooks, and there was probably about...oh three quotes in total that I didn't cringe at. Did they all seem so funny back then? Man, everyone thought they were cool. Well, welcome self- and world awareness. *sigh* Why isn't more stuff going on around here lately? Tomorrow, I will be driving around to find things to do.

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1148432226719934442006-05-23T18:25:00.000-05:002006-05-23T19:57:06.860-05:00

So! After I watched the boys on their little bikes, I came back to my car and promptly locked my keys in my car. Crap. I'm always the super-est cautious about that, I've done it once before and that was crappy. But I had another set of keys in my hand so, it made me think that I had those in my hand and not in my purse. My dad had to come and break into my car for me. With screwdrivers and a

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1148329213449916272006-05-22T15:12:00.000-05:002006-05-22T15:20:13.496-05:00

So, I haven't written a lot since I started this job, and not for lack of trying either. Every few days I start to type, get distracted, and then pretty much forget about it. I'd like to say that I've been doing a lot of exciting things, but to other people what I've been doing probably isn't that exciting. I just got back from doing a little greenhouse tour, and after a while I have to say that

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1147838923518196352006-05-16T22:41:00.000-05:002006-05-16T23:08:43.543-05:00

The question I've been asked most often lately refers to my taste in music. Initially, I said I like anything, which is true, because I'll tolerate pretty much anything, as long as it's not developmentally delayed. And who actually considers the answer to that question? Now that I'm comfortable with more people, I say more of the truth, but I still can't define it for them or myself. I say I like

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1147496255517483772006-05-12T23:43:00.000-05:002006-05-12T23:57:35.516-05:00

Ouchy...I gave blood for the second time yesterday. It's been like...a long time, almost 2 years actually. And I have a nice bruised inner arm to show for it. My nurse told me that I look like Angelina Jolie, so that was nice. Now where's my Brad Pitt? Hmmmm?It's just going to be one insane summer. You'll see.

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1147234996041368972006-05-09T23:07:00.000-05:002006-05-09T23:23:16.063-05:00

I.just.don't.know.anymore. It's the beginning of summer, and yet it feels like it'll never end. I've had a couple days of work and it already feels like I've been there a while. Like a noob, but still like it's been a while. I'm tired of this already. Not the work, just this life. Can we just move on please?

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1147148212881108332006-05-08T22:57:00.000-05:002006-05-08T23:17:30.816-05:00

Yes so, today was my first day. Not glamorous or anything, not that I expected that. It's just going to be a summer of a lot of learning. And heck, it sure has been so far. Not even work related. And, stuff. Man, Eric should just hurry up and get back here. Now, who's up for a fancy dress party?

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1146436402632647552006-04-30T17:31:00.000-05:002006-04-30T17:33:22.633-05:00

Well, it looks like I start work in a week, and it also looks like it'll be a rainy week off. Oh well. Hasn't stopped me from doing things before. I feel like I haven't moved at all today. Which is kinda true. It's almost paralyzing, this.

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1146031574603967012006-04-26T00:44:00.000-05:002006-04-27T23:27:29.820-05:00

That, right there. Right there was second year of university. Why does moving home always feel like taking steps back in how far I've come? Re-enter this place on a semi permanent basis, and I'm right back to where I was 8 months ago. Still annoyed at the same little things, still walk around the same way. Will I ever grow up?

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1145827847534502532006-04-21T23:59:00.000-05:002006-04-23T16:31:24.000-05:00

I figure that not having the internet at home at the moment shouldn't nessesarily be stopping me from blogging. So here I am, sitting on my bedroom floor, typing on my keyboard, relying on for entertainment the games that I have downloaded. And I'm home. You know how it's always like you get along better with people when you don't live with them? Well, it goes in the other direction too. Maybe

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1145495491769277122006-04-19T17:03:00.000-05:002006-04-23T16:36:01.223-05:00

The worst is over. Or well, the worst was over at about 10:40 this morning. Why they even bother to schedule 3 hours for some exams is way beyond me. Anyway, I've decided that I like exams time. It lets us be in a pretend world where what we're doing actually matters. How I did on these exams will very much not matter in five years or so. Whether I got A or B, or even C has almost no effect on

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1144996350124564402006-04-14T01:20:00.000-05:002006-04-14T01:32:30.133-05:00

I'm here. I'm at home. All because my mom called me this morning and said, pretty much, either you're coming home or I'm coming to get you. And really, suddenly studying didn't matter so much and I came home. And...I'm currently doing what I do when I'm at home...nothing. And, as usual, I've had my nice coffee and probably way too much chocolate...but it is Easter after all. Note to self: when

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1144805731579454792006-04-11T19:36:00.000-05:002006-04-11T20:35:31.646-05:00

Huge exam tomorrow...and only the first of five. Ouch...well, actually not so bad. Everything in my life would be not so bad if I knew the fate of myself and this job, and whether we will be together this summer. Because if I don't, among other things, I have to add the stress of a job search to my study time. Anyway, I'll try not to think about it while I'm 'studying.' I've been taking far too

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1143743965462592952006-03-30T12:31:00.000-06:002006-03-30T12:42:55.820-06:00

Looking back over my old posts, I can see that I've made about 50 since the beginning of this (school) year, making this one 51. Crazy the beginning was, wasn't it? I had nooo idea what I was doing or getting myself into. I didn't know that...I'd be making some really awesome friends, that I'd be going to the ballet (for school, even), that I'd realize I think I'm too old to enjoy Christmas

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1143702943275853442006-03-29T21:33:00.000-06:002006-03-30T01:15:43.353-06:00

The snow is gone, and winter has pretty much called it quits. I was kinda hoping for one more nice big storm, but I guess that will go unfulfilled. So, it's pretty much spring before April 1st...it's going to be a pretty hot summer. I think anyway. It's now raining outside...and it's actually kind of nice. Hopefully it'll wash away some of the yuck that is now most of the city's streets and

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1143355222133440582006-03-26T00:12:00.000-06:002006-03-26T00:40:22.186-06:00

FOUR JOBS I'VE HAD:1. cashier2. mcdonalds3. sales person4. waitress/housekeepingFOUR MOVIES/SHOWS I'VE BEEN ADDICTED TO:1. currently Gilmore Girls, although I've no choice but to miss it2. ER3. Dawson's Creek, back in the day4. buffy/angel...oh and everwoodFOUR PLACES I'VE LIVED:1. winnipeg2. winkler3. grass river4. no where else!FOUR COUNTRIES I WOULD LIKE TO VISIT:1. The UK (yes i know that's

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1143260166867795882006-03-24T22:10:00.000-06:002006-03-24T22:16:06.886-06:00

I, yeah. I don't know. I've...done all my laundry. Done some homework. Had a job interview. Washed my car. Cleaned the kitchen and bathroom. You'd think I'd feel accomplished. Buuut, I don't. Maybe it's that thing where I always want more. Could be. I like it when my life's not all the same all the time, but I'm also going crazy. I need to know what I'm doing this summer. I need to know how to

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1143168224625096752006-03-23T20:29:00.000-06:002006-03-23T20:43:44.686-06:00

The thing that I'm not looking forward to about moving home this summer is missing the people. I don't care about the city, the places, whatever. I've been home a couple hours this weekend and already I just want to go back. Of course I have an exciting reason for being home at all, but yeah. I'm just so so used to being around friends all day long. I never knew I was so dependent. Sad, I know. I

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1142533443415468962006-03-16T11:51:00.000-06:002006-03-16T20:14:25.790-06:00

I've been a lot of things to a lot of people...consistently. Which is to say, I've been no one person consistently. I've been the soft-spoken obliging friend, who'll always help, who has her own reasons for doing so. The always happy one, who wants no one to see anything upset her. The closet cynic, emerging only ever to bare her claws so as to be left alone. I've been the 'worldly bad example'

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1142470946247691702006-03-15T16:39:00.000-06:002006-03-30T12:41:12.503-06:00

the daylight is awful dim with shudders pulled rim to rim;i'm staring at written words but their sounds will remain unheard[as i have not the strength to utter them].and have i known it all along, of this cowardice and envy?and is it time that i move on, breaking free from all that's empty?it's hard now to run this race when there is no human faceto call on in times of choice, with no reassuring

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1142317140414300342006-03-14T00:01:00.000-06:002006-03-14T00:19:00.450-06:00

I'm having somewhat of the longest day ever, and I'd like nothing more than to make a cup of tea and sit here and think, but I can't, well shouldn't. Because it's midnight after all. Who goes out on a monday night? Me, apparently. I don't know how to feel about that. Yet I continue to sit here. Sometimes I think like going to bed is like killing the day and all the thoughts of all the things

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1142232916356674832006-03-13T00:33:00.000-06:002006-03-13T00:55:16.383-06:00

"Not all those who wander are aimless, not those who seek truth, beyond definition, beyond image" That's from the movie Mona Lisa Smile, which I watched this afternoon. I remember watching it before, but I don't really think I got it last time. I also don't think I was living away from home the first time I saw it. And that quote doesn't really sum up how I feel about it, I just thought it was

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1142144545697026402006-03-11T23:47:00.000-06:002006-03-12T00:22:25.740-06:00

I came home this weekend to go to a wedding. A wedding that, well, I wouldn't have been missed at. I saw about a billion people that I once knew, but don't really talk to now. I'm not their type. I'm not married. I almost didn't make it home. Here come the dramatics, I know. My car, sweet as it is, was, well, completely out of antifreeze. For those of you who don't what that means, as I didn't, I

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1141540274860386022006-03-04T23:34:00.000-06:002006-03-05T00:31:14.916-06:00

Could I just say that summer could not come any faster? All I want to do is sit by a fire...and no one even has to be there...but I just want to sit there in the quiet, on a lawn chair with a blanket over my knees, staring at the flames.

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1139937178673786702006-02-14T11:12:00.000-06:002006-02-14T11:12:58.686-06:00

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Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1139606483363353152006-02-10T15:07:00.000-06:002006-02-10T15:21:23.416-06:00

Let's just say it's been an interesting semester. More interesting than the ones preceding. I'm home for spring break now. Just...doing nothing. It's nice. Being alone, in a big big house. Eating coconut cream pie ice cream. Holly comes home on sunday, i think. and hopefully sometime in the middle of the week she'll be speaking with us again. haha, i hope that statement turns out to be funny, but

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1137009049471449322006-01-11T13:49:00.000-06:002006-01-11T13:51:40.166-06:00

Lately I've been, doing some thinking,I guess that it's small like the last couple years,I never would guess, all that it's taught me,And I can't believe that it's brought me here,I'm happy that you, know where you're going,I wish I could say of myself that was true,We both pursue, something worth knowing,But I may not end with the same thing as you,Wasn't there something you wanted to say?About

Jennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1136916019520211522006-01-10T11:42:00.000-06:002006-01-10T12:00:19.593-06:00

I'm trying to decide whether or not I'm done with blogging. I know, I know, people say this all the time. I haven't ever though, and I wouldn't outright quit per say. I'd move.No coffee and no sleep make Jen something something.

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1136183128101969422006-01-01T23:38:00.000-06:002006-01-02T00:25:28.156-06:00

Going back to the city tomorrow. Doooon't really wanna. Well the city is fine in and of itself, it's just the school that must come along with it. I don't want to go back. I would love nothing more than to sit on my bedroom floor and just cry until my mom tells me I don't have to go. She'd love it. In the end though, I'll go. I don't mind so much really, it's the only thing that gives me purpose.

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1136101088699216962006-01-01T01:23:00.000-06:002006-01-02T00:26:10.956-06:00

Well, it's 2006. Does that mean I have to be introspective and stuff? Resolutions and all that? I hope not. This year, I just resolve to be a better person than before, and be smarter than before. And kind, I should be more kind. That might've happened anyway with or without saying it. But it just feels good to say it. Happy New Year.

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1135840182753585522005-12-29T00:23:00.000-06:002006-01-02T00:26:32.676-06:00

It's official, my parents' computer completely crapped out. So now I'm on the back up computer, using IE 1.0 (kidding, it's like 5.5, which still sucks). Doesn't really matter though, leaving for Grandforks on the morrow. Mostly to do...*sigh*...shopping. Not that I don't want to shop, more like I need to spend the money on things like....rent. Seriously considering dropping a class this semester

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1135544108459594102005-12-25T14:46:00.000-06:002005-12-25T15:02:49.313-06:00

I've been having issues getting new stuff up here, mostly due to the very unpredictability of this here computer. Also, due to laziness and reluctance to comment on the holidays. So, yesterday, Christmas Eve, I was sooo not in a Christmas mood, as I hadn't been for...years. I could've gone to sleep for a week and not cared that I missed Christmas. All the things that were Christmas for me growing

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1134891611138341072005-12-18T01:23:00.000-06:002005-12-18T01:41:53.223-06:00

Kinda like this. Why am I angry you might ask, if you care? Boys. Boys lie. Sorry to be so general, and I know girls lie too, but still, why lie to someone's face when you could just tell them the truth? At least now I know you are the kind of person your friends are, the kind I hoped you weren't. I think I'll look the other way from now on. I'm just really disappointed in you.That said, I'm

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1134684560762896782005-12-15T16:00:00.000-06:002005-12-15T16:09:20.776-06:00

My stats exam is in....2 hours, and I've never felt less prepared. I don't know why. I went to all the classes and paid attention. I guess all I focused on was accounting, which was a good thing. But now I really couldn't care less about null hypotheses or p-values. I'm blogging instead of studying. All I want to do is stare out the window at the little snowflakes falling against the backdrop of

Jennoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1134536989473341122005-12-13T22:45:00.000-06:002005-12-13T23:09:49.520-06:00

Okay, I just saw George S. (hott!) do this on CBC News: The Hour, it's this face recognizing thing. It takes a picture you give it and tells you what celebrity you most look like, based on your, I don't know, bone structure or something. It's actually kinda flattering. The first scan told me I looked most like Kate Winslet, and the second one was Penelope Cruz. Sweet. This is my way of not

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1134430024624190922005-12-12T17:09:00.000-06:002005-12-12T17:27:04.636-06:00

See, well, I was going to go home straightaway after my exam, but I got caught up in a little reading, and found myself at the computer lab, and now I find myself beside little Mel. I never run into anyone here. So, Marce, I suppose you're headed home right about now. Have a good week without me, TV, and msn. And Corner Gas. "joooooooy tooo the woooorld!!"Poor thing.So the exam went fairly well,

Jennoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1134363557559062052005-12-11T18:27:00.000-06:002005-12-11T22:59:17.673-06:00

But first, let's check what's on tv," said Marcia as she sat down to study. And that is the reason why we watched "I'll be Home for Christmas" with the...um...with JTT. Yes, it's how we study. Now we're watching Shrek as punishment for her making me watch 5 hours of figure skating yesterday. Exams start this week, and I wish I could say they were done this week.We saw The Chronicles of Narnia on

Jennoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1133930696100377492005-12-06T22:17:00.000-06:002005-12-06T22:44:56.113-06:00

Okay, so the last post was a complete cop-out of a real post. But The Swift really do rock. It's not that I don't think of things to write, I just question their suitability and relevance to the audience. Especially because if you post something on the internets, there's pretty much no take-backs. And to quote the ever wise Winne the Pooh, "When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, and you Think

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1133835930886682262005-12-05T20:25:00.000-06:002005-12-05T20:31:15.266-06:00

My heart is restless in meMy wings are all worn outI'm walking in the wildernessAnd I cannot get outI need You, oh I need YouBlessed savior comeI need You, oh I need YouFill the every longing of my soulOh how I need You LordI need Your perfect wordWith tearful eyes I seeThe sin that I affordI need to weep and prayFor all the thousand waysThat I have failed You just todayAnd my bed is soaked with

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1133335835086364442005-11-30T01:02:00.000-06:002005-11-30T01:30:35.086-06:00

It's almost December, and I'm going home this weekend. I'm going home because they miss me and they said so. I miss them too. I've almost had it up to here with this crap called being independent. They've had the Christmas tree up for weeks now, and that's strange. Usually it only goes up in December sometime. I kinda wish I had been there. I'm also going home for the coffee. The never ending

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1132811241497106232005-11-23T23:22:00.000-06:002005-11-23T23:47:21.510-06:00

I've had such a day. Such a day I've had. See, if someone were to go through my day, they'd say, 'oh, that's not so bad'. But see, the bad's all in my head. I create my bad. My heart nearly stopped on the bus today though. Lets not let that happen again, okay? deal. Friday's coming, and not in a good way. In the bad way, where I spend all day with the same people and then sit through boring

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1132549812344570512005-11-20T23:10:00.000-06:002005-11-21T10:25:16.276-06:00

I'm just posting this picture because I won't always have it as my display pic. And because, I want to get dressed in my winter things, have my mom tie my hood, wear big clunky boots, go out into my old backyard, and build snowmen with my sisters. Anyone with me? My sis's probably won't be. Snowball fight? Snow angels? Anyone? And then after, we can go inside with our wet things, and frozen feet

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1132374927326034152005-11-18T22:22:00.000-06:002005-11-18T22:35:27.336-06:00

Welcome November, Goodbye. It really feels like yesterday was October. And now November's almost gone. Well, I wish it were, as this is going to be a terrible week. Put on a happy face! Then it will be December, and then finals, and then Christmas, and where is my life going anyway? Oh what terrible things we tell ourselves.Today I had an awesome tour/interview at the RWB. Best part? Free posters

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1132028992135543752005-11-14T22:28:00.000-06:002005-11-14T22:44:06.636-06:00

Okay, boo urns. Booooourns. I have been sitting here looking at a silly computer assignment for hours on end, not really actually getting anywhere. So I quit that. So I have about....oh 14 days of classes left, which is good, but a lot of annoying assignments to get out of the way before I can be happy. It's snowing outside...that makes me happy.

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1131600485960545192005-11-09T22:38:00.000-06:002005-11-09T23:28:06.046-06:00

I'm currently letting myself be distracted from a paper I was supposed to have written for today. I sorta forgot, but I thought we had more time. Oh well. Today I viewed myself giving the speech. I was more nervous for watching it, I think, than actually giving it. Argh, I used my patronizing voice and everything. You know, the voice you use when you're talking on the phone (at least at first),

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1131468535110801882005-11-07T22:33:00.000-06:002005-11-08T19:04:34.770-06:00

I got my mark back from my last exam!! As you can tell, I'm a bit thrilled. I by no means got a super good mark, but way more than enough to make me smile. So, for the most part, the pressure's off for the next couple weeks, but I do need to start thinking about finals. Yay.I gave the speech today. I still need to watch myself on tape. Good times. But still more nerve wracking was waiting for

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1131256823106457622005-11-05T22:58:00.000-06:002005-11-06T00:00:23.116-06:00

This post is for marce, since apparently she is tired of reading over and over again how our upstairs neighbors have sex. And, she doesn't really believe me. As if I'd make up sex like that. Ick.Anyway, this has been the most uneventful week in forever. I had my mang. accounting exam thursday night. The mark on it will pretty much determine my future career. Silly, but, if it's what I want to do

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1130811859147851572005-10-31T11:10:00.000-06:002005-11-01T00:47:23.336-06:00

I awoke this morning hearing the reason why when I'm married I will not be living in an apartment. Thank you people upstairs, for that.Aaanyway, we went to the corn maze yesterday, which was of course awesome. Did we do the scavenger hunt without cheating? Heck no! Did we get out of the maze without cheating? Double heck no! But we tried. For half an hour. Just to get out without cheating. The

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1130013272513251492005-10-22T23:09:00.000-05:002005-10-23T00:45:37.040-05:00

So, apparently, I've been growling in my sleep. I can see that being as scary as someone sleepwalking. And I finally understand why it's so hilarious to Marce when we tell her she sleepwalks. I mean, I'm not there! It's hilarious!!I went to the ballet on Thursday night, it was Dracula...holy cow it was amazing. I've never really gone to anything like that before...so beautiful.I thought my cell

Jennoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1129780875438850182005-10-19T22:05:00.000-05:002005-10-19T23:01:15.493-05:00

So I was thinking, as I occasionally do, that it's pretty easy to go through life holding opinions that are contrary to nobody. It's very...easy to just be safe, just eliminate potential dissonance between you and other people if you just start to think like them. People make you feel that, if you don't have the same opinions as them, something's wrong with you, you don't care about the condition

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1129347748967405772005-10-14T22:42:00.000-05:002005-10-14T23:05:10.736-05:00

I haven't had a lot to say lately. Pretty much because all I've been thinking about lately is school. Terrible waste when you think of it.Okaaaay, so I'm a dork and I made one of those quizzes...again. It must be like my third or fourth ever, but...we don't have cable right now. So it's kinda quiet around here...strange since we've had cable for less than a week.Take my Quiz on

Jennoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1128660995636870972005-10-06T23:30:00.000-05:002005-10-06T23:56:35.653-05:00

You are my strong towerShelter over meBeautiful and mightyEverlasting KingYou are my strong towerFortress when I'm weakYour name is true and holyAnd Your face is all I seekSometimes (like, now) I forget the meaning of these words. Sometimes (like, always) I forget that I'm weak for a reason. Or rather, I don't like to be weak or vulnerable. And, honestly, I've forgotten what it's like. I've had

Jennoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1128574027875887862005-10-05T23:31:00.000-05:002005-10-05T23:51:01.596-05:00

The question I never like to ask: 'Hey, have you seen my Bible?' Inevitably though, it's asked. Whether verbally or mentally, every Sunday and Wednesday. Then, at these places, I open it and see highlighting and underlining and notes. Sometimes wondering how and why they're there.My mind is tending to not focus these days. Which is probably bad. I think I have a couple of hours of clairity

Jennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1128312722861548932005-10-02T21:50:00.000-05:002005-10-02T23:12:02.933-05:00

Right, so why am I at university exactly? I know why I'm studying what I'm studying, and not for the best of reasons either. Now I feel like I'm just taking up space in the faculty, when someone who really really wanted to get in could have. Anyway...why didn't I have the good sense to come into the city for church this morning??? Now Marce will never let me live it down. Argh. Just got back from

Jennoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1128237110512754082005-10-02T02:04:00.000-05:002005-10-02T02:11:50.516-05:00

So, seeing that Bowling for Columbine was on TV, I was like, oh great, now I can see it too ( cuz marce and annie watched it this weekend)...and now...it's 2 AM and i want to fix the world but i can't cuz it's 2 AM and should be sleeping. Movies like that make we wish that I could just leave (i know, leaving Canada, big deal) and wander the world and figure this all out and find the answer some

Jennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5891663.post-1128061419105086372005-09-30T00:37:00.000-05:002005-09-30T01:23:39.110-05:00

If you've ever professed your love for me, or wished to on an anonymous basis, you may order and send me this. Sincerely, your biggest fan.Now that Jen hasn't money, Jen wants things.

Jennoreply@blogger.com1