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Jen
25 March 2011 @ 04:10 am
Instead of doodling when I get bored in class, I write the alphabet. I have notebook pages filled with letters (capital and lowercase) and "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dogs." Seriously

When I eat little, colored candies (like M&Ms or Skittles) I have to eat them in pairs.

Gum chewing drives me crazy. It's not as bad, now that I'm not teaching middle school, but sometimes I still get the urge to tell grown adults to spit it out.

When I'm sitting at an intersection and I see the opposite light turn red, I count to two and then snap my fingers so it seems like I've made my light change to green.

I want to try out for American Idol someday, even though I know I'll never make it.

I secretly angst over what I would do about school and/or work if I DID make it.

I ship more chars than I usually want to admit.

My dad still reads this blog (at least, I think he does. Hi Dad!), and probably wonders what the hell is wrong with me and why I post at godforsaken hours all the time. :)

I wish I was funnier.

I still have Backstreet Boys and Brittany Spears on my iPod, and I still feel obligated to blast them when they come on.

I kick ass on Rockband. >:3

I probably should go to bed sometime soon.

In fact, I think I will...
 
 
Current Mood: chipperchipper
Current Music: Circus ~ Brittany Spears
 
 
 
Jen
20 November 2010 @ 05:05 am
Alright...25 pages later, I'm feeling a little sick of Green Day, but at least that paper's mostly done (shy of a few edits). And thanks to the combined efforts of Shannon, Jory, and Christina I managed to come up with an idea for my Nonfiction Essay. It took me 6 hours, but I've managed to get the rough draft done and, of course, I feel the need to share it with all of you. Aren't you glad?

It could be worse. The Green Day paper is staying far, far away from the public eye.

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The conclusion needs work but, all things considered, I don't think this turned out half-bad. Albeit, that could be the lack of sleep talking.

Either way, it'll get cleaned up after class. And, now that it's officially 5am, I'm thinking it's about time I gave bed a shot.

Night, people...
 
 
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Current Music: Bad Romance ~ Lady Gaga
 
 
 
Jen
17 November 2010 @ 02:54 am
I have a 25 page paper due on Monday
I have a non-fic essay due on Monday
I'm at 20k in my NaNo novel (I was supposed to be at 27k today)
...and I've had enough caffeine that I think my bones are rattling.

It's going to be a long night.
 
 
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Current Music: Sorrow ~ Flyleaf
 
 
 
Jen
11 November 2010 @ 03:49 pm
Hey guys... I know we're all broke and the economy sucks, but if you love animals, maybe take a look at this?

http://bringbackjack.org/

My friend's Charli's kitty, Jack, was run over by a car a few days ago. The vet was able to save him and he's going to be alright, but the medical bills kinda...slammed them... and they need to get it taken care of so they can bring him home.

No obligation, but I know they'd be incredibly grateful to have him home, safe and sound.
 
 
 
Jen
11 November 2010 @ 01:45 am
I love my writing class because, afterwards, my mind is always overflowing. On the drive home I always want to do something. Write. Rant. Blog. RP. Just... communicate.

Last night, I found myself doing a list. It was a normal list... the kind where I go over the various stresses and craziness and try to make sense of it. I thought about money, essay ideas, the research paper I'm panicking over, immunizations, classes I need to schedule, who I am, NaNo...And then, right in the middle of it all, was just one thought.

I'm happy.

It was so quick, just a blip before I moved on to the next thought of whether I could really write about voting for my next essay topic... before I realized it had even happened.

It's funny. The rants are still there. The insecurities and the worries and the complaints. They probably always will be. But I find that, recently, I am me again.

I enjoy class (even when I don't)
I can play with the thought of being in a relationship (even if I'm not really looking)
I can write my novel (even when it's silliness and I'm days behind in word count)
I can succeed in school (even when it's all brand new and still kind of scary)
I can make all this work.

I haven't felt like this in a long time.

Right away, when I got home, there was a mess of issues waiting to chase it away. I'm still so furiously angry... the feeling that comes from watching other people hurt your friends and knowing there's nothing you can do about it without just... making it worse.

But, underneath it all, that small seed of a realization is still there. My friends are strong and can look after themselves. My paper will be written. My NaNo will be finished. And I am happy again. Angry and happy and scared and determined all at the same time.

Maybe this is what healing feels like.
 
 
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Current Music: Like a Stone ~ Audioslave
 
 
 
Jen
06 November 2010 @ 01:01 pm
Stolen from todd_fan and senri

The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up? Bold the ones you’ve read! Italicize the ones you’ve partially read!

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Fully Read - 27
Partially Read - 6

I feel like I have some catching up to do. ;;
 
 
Current Music: We Are ~ Vertical Horizon
 
 
 
Jen
05 November 2010 @ 01:40 am
Reason #243 why I love NaNoWriMo:

While talking with Senri about our mutual hatred of research papers, I got the idea to combine NaNo with school.

Now, I can't use write-or-die with a school paper. Not unless I want to fail. But we modified the idea of a word war. Instead of writing for a set amount of time and seeing who could write the most words, we just set a total goal. Whoever writes 2 pages first has to send the other one chocolate, since two pages was enough for her to finish and for me to reach the half-way point.

This plan was derailed by her getting dinner and me running out of research...but that's okay. Tomorrow I go up to NIU to get more books and then, yes then, we'll see who can reach two pages first. :3

So yes. Thank you NaNo for making school work a little less miserable. Research papers still suck...but at least, in the end, there is chocolate.
 
 
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Current Music: Call Me When You're Sober ~ Evanescence
 
 
 
Jen
13 October 2010 @ 01:47 am
There's something intriguing about offensive language. Maybe it's the giddy thrill that goes with 'forbidden' fruits, like middle-schoolers snickering behind their hands at a "dirty" word. Maybe it's the catharsis of someone saying those words that circle in the back of your head but, for any number of reasons, never escape your lips.

There are songs in my iPod that I like more because of that edge. Radio edit version? No thanks.
There are jokes that are only as funny as they are risque.
There are speakers who are questionable at best and yet, even as I cringe, I admire them all the more.

I understand the power and appeal of the offensive.

What I don't understand is why people don't seem to understand the difference between a well-timed shock and carelessness.

In my writing class today, I found myself speaking up about questionable language that had been used in a couple of the pieces. Both times, I wasn't upset at the words they'd used or the assumptions they'd made. I was worried, though, at how readers would see them. Neither of the authors seemed to be trying to offend and I wanted to offer an alternative view, cautioning them that people with different backgrounds or experiences might read things in a way they weren't expecting.

Both times, I was immediately corrected by classmates who thought I was trying to get the authors to change their pieces. "Don't take that out." "You shouldn't care if people are offended." "It didn't bother me." So quick to jump in, I'm not sure they actually understood that I didn't have a problem with the word choice. I just thought others might.

I get it. I really do. We like offensive language and, honestly?, this world is already way too PC. But I wasn't advocating for Disney. I was asking for some consideration.

Words are such powerful things. You can inspire nations, incite riots, or soothe spirits with little more than well-chosen words. We communicate whole ideologies in songs, essays, blogs, and facebook statuses. We can, in essence, move mountains.

With that realization, it seems like asking for some thought about language isn't out of line. Shocking language comes at a cost. You will offend. And if you have something important to say (or even not so important), driving away half your audience is going to sort of spoil the show.

It's not about political correctness or worrying about offended sensibilities, though personally that's something I can't help but do. Rather, it's about intention. The true thrill of the shocking is that ability to say something powerful and edgy and make it stick. Make it mean something. If someone offends on accident, it's all well and good to blame the one who took it too seriously, but it doesn't change the fact that the message was lost.

I'm not saying I want to see prettified communication.
I'm not a fan of being PC.
What I am saying is, if someone is offended by your writing when you didn't intend for them to be, take it into consideration. Don't just brush it off. Maybe you seriously need to be more thoughtful with your word choice. It's impossible to anticipate all of the ways your words could be taken and you certainly don't need to bend to every wilting flower's whim...but it doesn't hurt to realize they're out there, either, whether that changes what you say or not.

And if you're going to offend, do it on purpose, with a merry "fuck off" to anyone who minds.

Because if you're going to piss someone off, you might as well do it with flair.

Edited for moar irony... this is the point where I wonder how many people I managed to offend. Lol.
 
 
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