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Name: Jennifer
Location: Unknown
Birthday: 7/11/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: travel, odd tourist attractions, books
Expertise: making a cuppa, finding historically famous sites by stepping or sitting on them
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
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AIM:  b3chrse
Member Since:
10/28/2003
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| Every discipline of study seeks to penetrate the the truth of the world. Why do we study science--to find the truth of the natural world, why things work. Why do we study religions--to try to figure out the truth of the world, why we are here and who is responsible. In literature we study the voices of the past, genius and not so very genius, to figure out if any of them profoundly defined our world, explaining it for their contemporaries and beyond. Psychology, more of the truth of the human condition. Every time I go back to the science museum to work with my science genius colleagues who should have rocked NASA about fifteen years ago, I realize how much knowledge I have opted out of. Science and math were actually my best subjects all the way through high school, always were. Why in the world did I choose my particular path? Chemistry is fun; physics interests me. I am probably one of the twenty people in the world who has actually read all of the copy for the exhibits in the museum explaining how each mechanism or phenomenon works. Then after contemplating what my life would be had I indeed taken a more scientific discipline, I realize that I didn't opt out of knowledge. I opted to find the answers in a different area. I suppose I give more credit to the advances of Plato, of Wilde, Zizech, Balzac, Socrates, Austen, Milton, Shakespeare, Angelou, any number of authors and playwrites. Who describes human motivations better than Shakespeare? Who argues more effectively than the Greeks? I think I just need three lifetimes, one to pursue knowledge in three different disciplines of my choosing. Alas, then I would just want more. I suppose it is better this way. I don't think humans are supposed to possess that much intellect. It would then be used to destroy and conquer, ruining all advances and pushing us once again into a period of fall-out. | | |
| Be exceedingly frightened. Terrified even. Raptor brought in a dead mouse to my mother today. Fine, she didn't actually kill at. Well, we don't think she did, but she did carry it in somehow, which means that it was in her mouth. Lovely. Especially, since she insists upon drooling on everyone. Can I paint her green with nice red stripes? The dog on Meet the Fockers gets dyed blue, and an ugly blue at that. Of course that is an accident. Maybe this could be an accident too. Her hair is pretty light, so it wouldn't be too difficult. Maybe I can fill my bath tub with pistacio pudding and then stand in it until she jumps in to see what I'm doing. This would induce a temporary greenness. She might even smell awful, because the pudding requires milk which will sour after a while. I'm sure that this would make her smell enough like rot to compare to a dinosaur right? | | |
| It is twenty til five. Well, in the UK it is twenty to five, and I am listening to Virgin Radio One from London, so I get to hear the crazy, early morning eighties show. I just heard that they have gotten two of their DJs ordained, so they can take one lucky, contest-winning couple to Las Vegas and marry them at the MGM Grand Chapel. It is apparently the chance of a lifetime! Everyone's dream! Or so the radio station believes. Still, I can't truly criticize them too much, because they do give away lots of great things, all things I cannot win because I am not British. Besides their music rocks! I can't get enough of it, especially the funky, 2 am to 8 am people. Where else am I going to hear the Scissor Sisters, Queen, Blur, Oasis, Maroon Five, the Rolling Stones, Keane, Tears for Fears, Squeeze, Prince, The Calling, U2, and The Darkness in the same hour on the same radio show? Super Furry Animals is on now?!? Wait, we have moved to Evanescence. Back to something of substance, I got snaps today from the guy who works at Charlotte Russe for coming in to search for the most interesting costume of the night. It isn't truly that original to be Colombia from the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but it is definitely different than skanky witch, skanky nurse, or Little Red Riding Hoe. I can't describe the number of people I saw coming out of Hot Topic with ridiculously expensive full skank costumes. Oh, Jimmy Hendrix from the 1960s. Granted their costumes do look cool, and I might consider buying one at some point, but then I would have to think . . .I am paying 60 dollars to show off 3/4ths of the surface area of my body. I guess I do that anyway when I buy swimwear, and ridiculously short dresses with no backs, and . . . .Moving on, I get to be a velociraptor tomorrow night at the Omniplex. Too bad Justin isn't around anymore, because I need to practice my call. We were always on duty on Halloween, well actually one year Felix and I were. Anyway, his idea was that I could be a bloody victim and he could chase me around the halls making his raptor noises and we could call it doing rounds. If I'm not mistaken we did happen to make the raptor noises, though he didn't chase me too far, just around a corner every once in a while. I will have to practice. I would do it now, but my psychotic dog has just finished playing with her food bowl and has wandered into the bedroom, a good opportunity for me to sneak away without being attacked. Yeah!!! Wait, I could just take the dog to be the raptor . . .. . . .Yes Pinky . . . .hoo hoo hoo | | |
| Heard a good quote the other day that reminded me of happy things . . .
"Just living is not enough . . . One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." Hans Christian Anderson
It seems so very unlike him; most of his stories are actually somewhat sad, pensive, un-Disney. Perhaps he has been misquoted. No, I have it, he actually means that one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little Venus fly trap to catch and torture all intruders until it turns on you Little Shop of Horrors- style. Yes, this must be it! Actually the quote did make me smile, and not because I was picturing Audrey II devouring pests. I can visualize Mr. Anderson skipping about Tivoli in the sunshine picking little flowers. Strangely he looks a bit like Gene Wilder's Willy Wonka. How can you not smile at that? Even if you just focus on the ridiculous factor? | | |
| Well well. Another month bites the dust before I can make an entry on the xanga. I suppose it is lucky that everyone who actually cares rings me on the telephone. Today's entry--a random letter. Let's see which one is chosen . . . do do do. . .da da . . .woo woo. . . this is significantly more difficult since I learned to type with the correct finger positions . . . think of something else . . hmmm . . .iceburgs . . . . ok . . . . . .t The powers that be have chosen T. Here we go.
While doing my work two days ago I decided to dig to the bottom of my cd collection to pull out mood music. I happened to choose the Titanic Soundtrack. Normally this might have a dreamy and nostalgic effect. Perhaps I might wish myself on board first class for about one day and then return to my own life as everyone else topples head first down the vertical deck, banging their heads on the jutting bits of metal. Not this day though. I definitely could have done without the mood music to encourage my thoughts of freezing to death!!!! The building I work in is always kept at temperatures below 50 degrees F anyway, and I think the music association made the atmosphere all the more chilly. About one hour in to class I started to visibly shake. No one noticed as I am sitting in my own cubicle, a faceless number. Can we say office space? However, I do believe that someone must have heard my chattering, my uncontrollable vibrations against the desk. Perhaps everyone has secretly agreed that I have an extreme nervous condition that they should not call attention to.
Other Ts? I'm excited about the cooler weather, because I can now, once again, gain the full effect of daily tea time. I have been taking tea everyday as usual, but it sometimes seems out of place. For instance those days that have been over 100 degrees F. I find it more soothing when it serves to warm your body, fighting off the chill. I should be having tea at class everyday. After all if I want to work abroad I should become used to the habit of breaking for an afternoon beverage, right? Mental note, I don't believe this argument would work for the London Eye. Set sights higher.
Travel? I keep making my way to Stillwater to shoot myself with the necessary dose of college life. Other than this I have remained fairly stationary. Perhaps fun will come soon. I need to stop reading the student travel websites though, too much tempting material. I should also get rid of the Frommer's London guide. I could probably waste hours reading it again for the 216th time, still discovering the bits of the city that have unseen attractions. I have managed to leave it on the shelf for two months; I think it will stay there for quite a while longer until law school applications are finished.
Traffic. The last few days the weather has also prompted me to get out the feel good rock and roll to blast with my windows down. Well I consider The Darkness, Tom Petty, The Rasmus, Boston, Pink Floyd, etc. to be the feel good rock and roll. This I'm sure could be disputed by many. However, this generally brings interesting reactions from the surrounding traffic. Mostly stares. I suppose this comes from the fact that I am singing and dancing too. What was it that I used to sing into when I was driving in Ste? I think it was a hairbrush. Or a kitchen utensil? No I only used kitchen utensils as microphones when Monika and I shared a dorm room. So there are stares. I'm just waiting for someone to get pissed off at me as I cut them off or swing by them on a two-lane road and call me in to the Traffic Vent Hotline on Kiss. I can just hear it now . . ."This is to the Crazy, Absolutely Insane female swerving all over the road while singing to some kind of songs that I have never heard in my life with the base as loud as my next door neighbors souped up, bouncing down the street Caddy . . . "
Temple. I have been offered a time slot to present my paper on the Shirley Temple Fetish at this year's Oklahoma Film Conference. The focus is research by undergraduates, and around 12 to 15 film students from across Oklahoma are presenting papers. What does this mean? I need to hurry up and finish law school applications so I can move on with my life! Wait, I guess that law school is supposed to be my life. . . hmmm . . . but I'm not there yet so I can still have an intersting and diversified existence. Yeah!!! After I turn in applications . . .
Tickle Me. Sometimes I envy the Elmo doll. Everyone wants to make him laugh. How many times does he ever see someone cry? How many times does he fall down from a heart attack because of over-excitement? How many people are totally annoyed with his constant chatter, yet he never notices? What does this boil down to? I am sitting, looking at the Elmo dolls that my mother and grandmother won by playing rip-off games at the State Fair for six hours straight thinking that I haven't seen the Tickle Me Elmo doll in a long time. I don't really want to be Elmo. He definitely bears too much of a red color to suit my tastes.
Tastes. Aubrey and I are going to try the new Japanese restaurant today--brace yourself for the name--Shiki. Almost reminds me of Cheeky. Does anyone know what Shiki means? Perhaps I should have looked this one up before we decided to go to dine there.
Tangy. The minute I finish my personal statement and send off the applications I am consuming a bottle of Smoking Loon Merlot that has been inhabiting my wine rack for a few months. This isn't a celebratory vintage. Nor is it actually a high quality wine. I've just had it for a while and I think it is time to consume it. It isn't really tangy, so I think that the back label should read--Not your Average Tang.
Enough of the T's!!!!! No more!! Absolutely finished!! | | |
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