In the last week I:

-Got a tattoo
-Bought a cable to (finally) be able to upload pictures from my camera. Thus was finally able to update my album of baked goods.
-Cut off (most of) my hair
-Started learning how to cook on the line at work (I'm eventually going to learn how to be chef...or at least able to cook the things our chefs do) damnit!
-Caused my albums to explode (partially due to me finally being able to upload pictures from my camera).
-Started reading New Moon online (I own Twilight and read that, and am a bit interested in the series, but not enough to spend my money on it).
-Realized that Casey's birth is the day before our anniversary. :)
-Decided on buying a Mini Cooper. In July.

So I haven't written anything in a while, been quite busy with work. Since we're right across from campus we get super packed with students, and graduation week was really hectec for us.

But now that it's over, it's slowed down, and I have time to actually *GASP* DO WORK. It's amazing. I also get to go into work later (3pm instead of 1pm) and don't have to work as late (get out about midnight). Which means I may even get a social life. How 'bout that?

Been doing much too much shopping lately, especially considering that they lowered my limit on my AmEx. Whoops.

Going to get a tattoo today, I'm really excited. I need to get new batteries for my camera first (and since I love my cable to upload my pictures, I'm going to go to Best Buy and buy another one).

Let's see...that's pretty much my life. I have time to catch up on Gossip Girl, which is dandy, and other than the occasional attitudey server at work we get along quite well.

See ya next time folks. Sorry that this entry isn't more dramatic. Well, no, I'm not that sorry.

So I got a new job, and all that jazz. I'm working at USC. They're opening a gastropub (a bar that specializes in culinary treasts - better food than your typical "pub grub" - as they say) called The Lab, and I'm the new assistant manager.

It's cool, the people I work with are cool. I like it. The food is good.

I'm a little nervous though, because all the servers that I'm supposed to be the boss of are like my peers, and they all have all these massive years of resturant experience, and I have like nothing (or so it feels). I'm sure it'll be good though.

Let's see...kind of got a new guy, but I don't really want to elaborate on that (at least, not to the whole world at large).

So...life is going good. I'm happy, and that's what counts.

Dear Apple iPhone,

It is with great admiration that I am writing today to tell you how you nearly saved my life.

It was a sunny Sunday, a good morning, albeit lazy and filled with my desire to not get out of a compfortable and warm bedding. However, myself and a good friend proceeded to get dressed and search around town for a single can of Coke, and the knowledge on whether Six Flags Magic Mountain was still accepting the buy-one-get-one-free-with-a-can-of-Coke promotion (for the record, they are not, but they do give AAA discounts).

After some time of town-crossing and soda-searching, we decided to partake in our trek up to Valencia to the land of flags in groups of six.

It was there where our journey really began. A mere four exits from our distination I begin to think "golly, the car behind us sure is making a loud noise", to which my companion proclaimed "take your foot off the gas and pull to the right!" In a time of confusion, I then questioned this demand "what? Pull to the right?" "Just do it" he exclaimed.

While reviewing my mirrors I also notice that the car behind me is flashing their high beems, seemingly at me. What an odd choice.

A safe pull to the right, and a slight inspection of my tires releaves the source: a blowout of my back left tire - in three different places no less(when I have something go wrong, I do it big!)!

A slightly frantic call to AAA leaves me with a ponderous question: Where am I? What exit did I pass? What city am I in. Questions that I have no answers to. Oh, but wait! A quick "Current Location" mapping on my iPhone tells me that we are in Santa Clarita, close to the Calgrove exit on the 5 north. Success!

In moments, a large, white, Metro tow-truck is here, to change my tire. Success again!

Later, more iPhone help: finding me a nearby tire repair location. Thank you iPhone, for helping me spend $170 on new tires!

And our trip to Six Flags, although put off for another day, still ended in a roller coaster ride.

Thanks again,
Jennifer

How quickly a heart can heal. As much as I don't want to say it, it's true. These past days makes me feel like sadness was just a part of me, but I know it's not (and I knew it wouldn't be for long). But gosh, it's tough.

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It's been a good few days. Spent time with good friends, lots of work changes, made some new friends (which is always nice). It's good to have people to talk to and spend time with and share myself with.

So a lot of stuff is just...messed up right now, so I'm going to have a bit of fun and make a ranting blog without saying who it's about. I think these are fun because, no matter how little I know the person, I tend to always think that they're talking about me (most likely when they are not).

I feel like burning the whole farm just to kill a couple of veggies.

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I hate that I feel like you don't listen. Talk talk talk is all I do, but you never actually LISTEN to what I'm saying, so I end up saying the same things over and over again. It's very frustrating, and it makes me not want to say anything to you, but I really do like talking, so perhaps I should be less frustrated that you don't listen.

I just want to feel like you understand me, and when you don't understand me that makes me feel like something is wrong with how I'm thinking and feeling, like I'm immature or stupid. It's hard to get a second opinion from everyone else in that regard, because very few people want to be friends (and who would I talk to if not my friends?) with someone who they feel is stupid and immature? Perhaps this is just me being a stereotypical girl, but I just want someone to understand my feelings. Wah wah.

Anyway, moving on...

I think you're stupid, and I think that you make too many mistakes. Do I want to be around that? No. But I can't be angry, because I feel like I have no right to be angry at you for it. Anger is a misrepresentation of hurt, and I'm hurt by the stupid mistakes that you do, frustrated moreso than hurt, but you get the idea. Your mistakes effect me, and others around me, and it's unfair that you blind yourself to that fact. It isn't my place to tell you this, which is why I'm not telling you directly. You have the right to live your life as you please and to make your own mistakes, I only wish I didn't have to be a part of them.

I guess that's all for now. That was fun.

I know that most of this is just due to me closing myself off and blocking things out, but I'm feeling much better today, much better than I thought I'd feel.

Yesterday was a big help, a few people gave me a kick in the ass that I needed.

I'm not happy, don't get me wrong, but I'm not...unhappy. I'm just apathetic, I just don't care. I have a feeling that it will come back to bite me in the butt and one random afternoon I will just be a pile of sorrow, but for now at least it's going ok.

Part of me still does want to yell and scream and cry, but the other part of me knows that it's useless, so I've just kind of resigned myself. *Shrugs*
 At least things are looking a tiny bit more up than they have been the last few days.

I am so happy! The past few weeks I have met multiple people that share a love of reading with me. It's great. I have some new ideas and suggestions for books and I get to share my favorites, it's lovely.

I went camping this weekend and took those few days off to read Lovely Bones. It was nice to actually be able to sit down and read, I don't get to do that nearly enough. I am in the middle of Choke (have been for a couple of months!) and the movie comes out the 26 (I think) of September, so I definitely have to finish it by then as I fully intend to watch it.

I also hear that The Time Traveler's Wife (great book, being made into a movie) may have its release date pushed from December 25 to February 2009. Boo.

I really would love to continue reading more. I feel like I have no time to do it, but I know that I do, even if it's just for 30 minutes a day.

I mean, seriously. It's understandable that not everyone knows when to use "a" versus "an", or what the difference is between "there", "their", and "they're", but do they really have to post those mind-numbingly ignorant mistakes.

So many times I see MySpace profiles and bullitens with titles or notes with all these horrible grammar errors. I mean, sheesh, these people are in their mid-twenties. Get a grip.

I suppose it wouldn't bother me so much if I didn't see it all over the place. We all make mistakes, and I am hardly going to win the World's Best Speller award any time soon, but I consider myself to be a relatively intelligent person with a pretty strong grasp of the rights and wrongs of grammar.

As she does in Eats, Shoots and Leaves: time to get out the red marker and attack some billboards. :D

It's amazing how one little word can scare the bajeesus out of me. It's also equally odd how I seem to always find myself comitted, even when I know it's not for my best intentions.

What I want, and what I feel like I should want seem like two completely opposite things, and that's quite frustrating.

I've always been a firm believer in doing what you want and choosing what makes you most happy. I've never been afraid to go after someone that I want (thanks to the many helpful quotes from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn).

Blah, so much drama right now. It's amazing, if someone told me that I'd be mulling these thoughts in my head a few months ago I'd think they were crazy. Yet, here I am. How often we find outselves in unexpected places.