So, it's been a while. I have no excuses besides pure laziness.
The new job is nice and fun. So far I got to see Ronnie from the Jersey Shore (I was too scared to talk to him), I got to see one of my favorite bands perform in the station (I was too scared to talk to them), and I got to drive around the equipment manager of said band around all day! (I was too scared to talk to him).
I think the main thing to be learned here is that I am scared of everybody.
So I don't know if I'm paranoid, (obviously there's a rather good chance that I am) but I think the people from Burger King were making fun of me today for ordering my chicken sandwich WITH cheese and WITHOUT mayonnaise. I don't know why they would have done so, but I swear I heard them talking shit while I was waiting.
On another note, I have confessions:
1) It just took me three tries to spell "sandwich"
2) It just took me four tries to spell "mayonnaise"
3) With all this being said, I like to point out that I do in fact, have an English degree.
It's funny because every time people yell at me for not knowing what an "adverb" is, or what a "proverb" is, because "JEN YOU HAVE AN ENGLISH DEGREE", I would like to point out that WE LEARN THAT SHIT IN MIDDLE SCHOOL and NOT IN COLLEGE. In COLLEGE we learn about IMPORTANT things like WRITING and LITERATURE and shit. So whenever somebody yells at me because I have an English degree and I don't know what the FUCK an adverb is, I want to basically tell them to shut up because we learn that SHIT in grade school.
But do I remember? Hell no.
Anyway, this post was (once again) started over a month ago and I just neglected the draft and picked it back up tonight. It's NOVEMBER! Where has the time gone!? I cannot complain because this is my favorite time of year (Halloween-New Years). I love the cold weather, I love wearing scarves and mittens, and I fucking love snow. And snowboarding of course. My boyfriend, (let's call him...Snoopy) hates the cold more than anyone I know. He complains about it a lot, especially when he is working. So the other day he was saying how he hates the cold and I say what any nice, caring girlfriend would say.
Which happened to be:
"Yeah, do your tears freeze when you cry about it?"
Maybe this is why I'm single most of the time.
Anyways, my sister Sally is musically retarded. So I always bet her different amounts of money when a song comes on that I'd like her to identify that I don't think she can. Of course, it's always alternative rock/indie rock that I ask her, so I don't have to give any money away. (who do I look like, Donald Trump?) So the other day I asked her "Who sings this song?" (It was Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit", which everybody and their grandmother knows) so I clearly thought I had her. Her first two guesses were Green Day and Sublime, because she claims "those are the only two bands she knows in this genre of music", which is hilarious by itself.
So then she asks if she can have a hint. Of course, this is the girl who thinks Green Day sings "Smells Like Teen Spirit". If I can tell her the first letter of the band. So I lower the original wager of 5 dollars to 4 dollars of course, and tell her "N." She then comes out of nowhere and says "NIRVANA?!" and I cannot believe that I just lost 4 dollars because my musically retarded sister knows who Nirvana is. So then I try to fool her some more and ask who the lead singer is, and for some reason she comes out with "Kurt Cobain." What the fuck? Then I really thought I had her, and decided to trick question her ass and ask "How old is he?" and she says "27."
At this point I BUST OUT EVIL LAUGHING. I HAD her. Then I say what I was planning to say when I knew she wouldn't get the trick question. So I yell out, "HAHA, TRICK QUESTION. HE'S DEAD!"
To which she calmly replies, "I know, but he was 27 when he died. I watched a show on it." Still trying to get her, I asked, "Who was his girlfriend?" and she replied with "Courtney Love."
Then I just fucking gave up on life.
But whatever, sometimes things don't make sense. Like in the movie "Valentine's Day", why is Ashton Kutcher's best friend GEORGE LOPEZ?!
My other sister Lucy called me a "hippie" today. I don't understand why she would say that. I mean, yeah, I burn incense, listen to Marley, wear moccasins every day, and occasionally play hacky sack. I mean, come on. So NOT a hippie.
Speaking of burning incense, I guess you know you're really tired if you light a stick, walk away, and then two seconds later return and get scared because you thought you just walked into a whispy spider string, then to find out it's just the smoke.
-Jenny
