-half nelson
-driving brian's S4
-tango
-salsa
-my new undyroos
-my open-toe blue patent pumps
-the word "ass" (sorry guys, i try to keep it to a minimum around people bothered by this delightful word)
-buy2-get2 free previously viewed dvds at blockbuster
-red lipstick that stays on NO MATTER WHAT (seriously, i slept in it, showered in it, ate with it on, ... ok, no, i didn't make out with it on, cuz i'm currently luvurless. what a waste of NASA-strength red lipstick, right?)
-57 t-bird spike's dog with a pepsi
-America
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
asking
i am sick and can not sleep. so what to do? post! and luckily i have some great material - my lesson of the day!
this evening, while gchatting and generally feeling miserable both physically and mentally (phoneless = pathetic ball of mental discomfort,) colleen asked whether i needed a blessing and could she help me get hold of moonman to give said blessing. well folks, i had never asked for a blessing.
there have been many times throughout my last 2 and 1/2 years as an lds gal that i could have benefited greatly from a blessing. and yet, i always seemed to talk myself out of it, not get around to it, or otherwise flagrantly avoid making the request. i always seemed to feel that whatever was going on with me was not important enough to warrant putting someone out, drawing undue attention to myself, and well, asking for help.
then, last week a friend found herself in a situation that she thought might call for a blessing, yet she felt uncomfortable asking. we talked about it extensively and the conversation stayed with me. why did i hesitate so much? what did it mean that i would not ask? was i being prideful? did i not think i was important enough to ask for God's attention and the attention of one of his disciples? did that mean that i don't believe God when he says he loves me? what exactly would be important enough to force me to ask for help? because that's basically what my actions were saying - i shouldn't ask unless i was forced to by insanely extreme circumstances.
when colleen asked those words, "do you think you need a blessing?" (thanks colleen. you are in touch with the Spirit and we around you benefit from that immensely.) my immediate reply was, "i was thinking about it, but..." then that previous conversation came to mind and something told me, it's time to start asking now. so i asked. surprisingly, it was a lot simpler than i'd imagined. no lengthy explanations/justifications for my need. just a simple request for help.
the blessing was perfect. exactly what i needed. the Lord was there for me and for the worthy priesthood holder who served me when i asked. this power given to us through the Lord's priesthood is a testament to both how much he loves us and how much he trusts us. it was an experience of heartbreaking grace to benefit so directly from power and authority bestowed by Christ.
not growing up in the church, i've not often thought about the fact that i do not have a priesthood holder in my house. very early on in my conversion, i held a strong testimony of the significance of priesthood authority and the importance of the men in our church, who are certainly the most amazing men in the world. but i never really connected this knowledge to myself on a personal level. i knew it in my mind and spirit, but not in my heart.
tonight i learned it in my heart. and lemme tell ya - it feels great!
this evening, while gchatting and generally feeling miserable both physically and mentally (phoneless = pathetic ball of mental discomfort,) colleen asked whether i needed a blessing and could she help me get hold of moonman to give said blessing. well folks, i had never asked for a blessing.
there have been many times throughout my last 2 and 1/2 years as an lds gal that i could have benefited greatly from a blessing. and yet, i always seemed to talk myself out of it, not get around to it, or otherwise flagrantly avoid making the request. i always seemed to feel that whatever was going on with me was not important enough to warrant putting someone out, drawing undue attention to myself, and well, asking for help.
then, last week a friend found herself in a situation that she thought might call for a blessing, yet she felt uncomfortable asking. we talked about it extensively and the conversation stayed with me. why did i hesitate so much? what did it mean that i would not ask? was i being prideful? did i not think i was important enough to ask for God's attention and the attention of one of his disciples? did that mean that i don't believe God when he says he loves me? what exactly would be important enough to force me to ask for help? because that's basically what my actions were saying - i shouldn't ask unless i was forced to by insanely extreme circumstances.
when colleen asked those words, "do you think you need a blessing?" (thanks colleen. you are in touch with the Spirit and we around you benefit from that immensely.) my immediate reply was, "i was thinking about it, but..." then that previous conversation came to mind and something told me, it's time to start asking now. so i asked. surprisingly, it was a lot simpler than i'd imagined. no lengthy explanations/justifications for my need. just a simple request for help.
the blessing was perfect. exactly what i needed. the Lord was there for me and for the worthy priesthood holder who served me when i asked. this power given to us through the Lord's priesthood is a testament to both how much he loves us and how much he trusts us. it was an experience of heartbreaking grace to benefit so directly from power and authority bestowed by Christ.
not growing up in the church, i've not often thought about the fact that i do not have a priesthood holder in my house. very early on in my conversion, i held a strong testimony of the significance of priesthood authority and the importance of the men in our church, who are certainly the most amazing men in the world. but i never really connected this knowledge to myself on a personal level. i knew it in my mind and spirit, but not in my heart.
tonight i learned it in my heart. and lemme tell ya - it feels great!
Monday, May 28, 2007
aaaaactually...
ok, so i nixed sorella's. some other time (seriously people, it freakin rocks so get your butts over there with me.) j.p. turned out to be a tad too far off for me today, so i decided to stroll my new neighborhood and explore davis square.
can i just say my new diggs are the freaking bomb location?! davis rocks. yeah, it's a bit scuzzy, but in a cool way. like, ok, there's a dollar store next to a mcdonalds, and it seems a little like all the stores sell things that are used... BUT the radness is in the FOOD. i ate for the first time at mr. crepe (ham and cheddar crepe, along with some fresh squeezed lemonade - delish! if a tad over priced...) i realize all of you probably already know about places like mr. crepe, so you'll have to excuse my country-bumpkiness. after enjoying my food, reading my entertainment weekly, and people watching, i wandered over to the benches in the square and listened to two old dudes singing bluegrassy-old-timey music. the breeze was warm and blowing my skirt around. the square was hoppin', but in a lazy way. it was heaven.
in my wanderings, i realized that there are several places i already know will have a special place in my life this summer: spikes (57 t-bird baby!), j.p. licks, the somerville theatre, and mr. crepe. my curiosity was piqued by gargoyles, orleans, the burren, and johnny d's. ah, the sweet promise the beginning of summer brings! so much to explore! so much to experience! so many sensory delights!
now, the best part. my new apartment rocks in and of itself and i am THRILLED to finally have a place to host my peeps. i mean, for crying out loud! i have been the nomadic rootless wonder lacking any and all context for a year and a half! now, i can share a space of mine with the people i heart, and that's you! (fyi - as far as i know, only people i heart read my puny blog. readership has not been nurtured by yours truly.)
people, i want to see your faces here. i want to see your booties shakin' here. i want to hear your delicious voices here. this summer is going to wail. you have my word on that. now are you in, or what?
can i just say my new diggs are the freaking bomb location?! davis rocks. yeah, it's a bit scuzzy, but in a cool way. like, ok, there's a dollar store next to a mcdonalds, and it seems a little like all the stores sell things that are used... BUT the radness is in the FOOD. i ate for the first time at mr. crepe (ham and cheddar crepe, along with some fresh squeezed lemonade - delish! if a tad over priced...) i realize all of you probably already know about places like mr. crepe, so you'll have to excuse my country-bumpkiness. after enjoying my food, reading my entertainment weekly, and people watching, i wandered over to the benches in the square and listened to two old dudes singing bluegrassy-old-timey music. the breeze was warm and blowing my skirt around. the square was hoppin', but in a lazy way. it was heaven.
in my wanderings, i realized that there are several places i already know will have a special place in my life this summer: spikes (57 t-bird baby!), j.p. licks, the somerville theatre, and mr. crepe. my curiosity was piqued by gargoyles, orleans, the burren, and johnny d's. ah, the sweet promise the beginning of summer brings! so much to explore! so much to experience! so many sensory delights!
now, the best part. my new apartment rocks in and of itself and i am THRILLED to finally have a place to host my peeps. i mean, for crying out loud! i have been the nomadic rootless wonder lacking any and all context for a year and a half! now, i can share a space of mine with the people i heart, and that's you! (fyi - as far as i know, only people i heart read my puny blog. readership has not been nurtured by yours truly.)
people, i want to see your faces here. i want to see your booties shakin' here. i want to hear your delicious voices here. this summer is going to wail. you have my word on that. now are you in, or what?
sorella love
i want to go to sorella's in J.P. oh-so-badly and peeps is all outa town, sleepin, or just plain not down. that means there's only one thing to do. go it alone. i will report back with full details.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Saved from the Golden Sperm
in 8th grade i tried out for the Cupertino High School Drill Team. it was both the most traumatic and most fortuitous experience of my high school career. this is my tale...
as a marginally cool, largely ignorant 8th grader, my knowledge of the Golden Spurs consisted of the following:
1. they were the high school dance team
2. my best friend's older sister was one (she was cool)
3. they mostly looked alike - size 0-4, pony tail, make-up, BIG smile, knowing look...
WHAT then would posses me to try and become a Spur? what switch flipped in my brain that i made this mad leap down the rabbit hole? in my little 8th grade mind it was simple really. i had danced off and on since i was a kid and i wanted a high school identity (basically, a gang that would have my back.) plus, i even had the pony tail. what could be more natural?
reality. what could be less natural? i was around a size 10, was painfully self-conscious, and couldn't do the splits.
SO, tryouts.
show up to the Wagon Wheel. like it's not terrifying enough just being on campus at THE HIGH SCHOOL, i'm surrounded by midrif bearing elf girls, chirping, giggling, and the lot. really, i believe they were speaking another language. well, we proceed to learn THE ROUTINE. it's a predictably lame jazz-type-stripper-infused number. to 8th grade jenni's mind this translates as, "this is AWESOME. i will master this AWESOMENESS." i roll, i slide, i leap, i fall, i spin, i wag my ass, i even flip.
one week later it's audition day. i've been trying for 7 days to convince my anatomy that my legs ARE supposed to split 180 degrees apart. legs not having it. i have also been trying to convince my face to SMIIIIILE! while failing to execute said splits. i think it came out more like a lunatic grimace. people, i gave it my all (of course, telling myself the whole time i didn't really care if i made the team.)
moment of truth. the next day the list is posted. failure. rejection. tears. my BF's big sis consoles me. we all decide it's for the best. after all, i am going to be a swimmer, so who has time for drill? ...
immediate payoff? in the course of my spastically enthusiastic audition, i injure my hip. then, right after the auditions, we take our 8th grade trip to yosemite for science camp. i hike daily, sometimes up to 8 miles, all on my injured hip. the injury becomes chronic! my doctor forbids me from P.E. for THE REST OF THE YEAR! let's just say, P.E. was not my favorite class. this was a major coup. instead of running, failing at pull-ups, and being forced to play volleyball/basketball (2 sports i consider to be vile torture,) i got to hang out with the guidance couselor. she just so happened to be the mom of the HOTTEST boy in school. so, said hot boy came around often - hello eye candy!
people, this was the gift that kept on giving. i get out of almost all running my freshman year as well. i milk this injury for all it's worth! by the time i'm a sophomore, i find myself somehow magically transformed from Presidential Physical Fitness Reject to High School Aquatic Athlete. this means, no P.E at all while in season, major favoritism while out of season.
i proceed with four years of swimming and water polo, in which time i learn:
1. the Golden Spurs are often treated to the lovely moniker "Golden Sperm"
2. they all wear matching socks, which freaks my friends on the team out, yet they feel they too must wear the socks
3. the have that knowing look for a reason. they KNOW. example - they make out with each other to impress drunk boys
4. they don't win
meanwhile, i definitely found my gang. and let me tell you, i'll take a pack of water polo players at my back over 90lb dancers any day. not that i'm knockin' the Sperms. i had friends who were spermies. i just felt bad for them. heh.
as a marginally cool, largely ignorant 8th grader, my knowledge of the Golden Spurs consisted of the following:
1. they were the high school dance team
2. my best friend's older sister was one (she was cool)
3. they mostly looked alike - size 0-4, pony tail, make-up, BIG smile, knowing look...
WHAT then would posses me to try and become a Spur? what switch flipped in my brain that i made this mad leap down the rabbit hole? in my little 8th grade mind it was simple really. i had danced off and on since i was a kid and i wanted a high school identity (basically, a gang that would have my back.) plus, i even had the pony tail. what could be more natural?
reality. what could be less natural? i was around a size 10, was painfully self-conscious, and couldn't do the splits.
SO, tryouts.
show up to the Wagon Wheel. like it's not terrifying enough just being on campus at THE HIGH SCHOOL, i'm surrounded by midrif bearing elf girls, chirping, giggling, and the lot. really, i believe they were speaking another language. well, we proceed to learn THE ROUTINE. it's a predictably lame jazz-type-stripper-infused number. to 8th grade jenni's mind this translates as, "this is AWESOME. i will master this AWESOMENESS." i roll, i slide, i leap, i fall, i spin, i wag my ass, i even flip.
one week later it's audition day. i've been trying for 7 days to convince my anatomy that my legs ARE supposed to split 180 degrees apart. legs not having it. i have also been trying to convince my face to SMIIIIILE! while failing to execute said splits. i think it came out more like a lunatic grimace. people, i gave it my all (of course, telling myself the whole time i didn't really care if i made the team.)
moment of truth. the next day the list is posted. failure. rejection. tears. my BF's big sis consoles me. we all decide it's for the best. after all, i am going to be a swimmer, so who has time for drill? ...
immediate payoff? in the course of my spastically enthusiastic audition, i injure my hip. then, right after the auditions, we take our 8th grade trip to yosemite for science camp. i hike daily, sometimes up to 8 miles, all on my injured hip. the injury becomes chronic! my doctor forbids me from P.E. for THE REST OF THE YEAR! let's just say, P.E. was not my favorite class. this was a major coup. instead of running, failing at pull-ups, and being forced to play volleyball/basketball (2 sports i consider to be vile torture,) i got to hang out with the guidance couselor. she just so happened to be the mom of the HOTTEST boy in school. so, said hot boy came around often - hello eye candy!
people, this was the gift that kept on giving. i get out of almost all running my freshman year as well. i milk this injury for all it's worth! by the time i'm a sophomore, i find myself somehow magically transformed from Presidential Physical Fitness Reject to High School Aquatic Athlete. this means, no P.E at all while in season, major favoritism while out of season.
i proceed with four years of swimming and water polo, in which time i learn:
1. the Golden Spurs are often treated to the lovely moniker "Golden Sperm"
2. they all wear matching socks, which freaks my friends on the team out, yet they feel they too must wear the socks
3. the have that knowing look for a reason. they KNOW. example - they make out with each other to impress drunk boys
4. they don't win
meanwhile, i definitely found my gang. and let me tell you, i'll take a pack of water polo players at my back over 90lb dancers any day. not that i'm knockin' the Sperms. i had friends who were spermies. i just felt bad for them. heh.
Friday, March 30, 2007
warning: this is not a real post
okay, so i know when i posted my superheroes bit, i had yet to build a healthy readership. i am going to stick with this as the reason why SO many amazing suuperheroes (who i happen to know personally) have failed to register here. on my kick-AAZ blog. schmoopers. check it out yo.
huh? anyway, this is your grand opportunity people! sieze hold! scroll ever so boldly down the page and become part of super hero history! Proclaim you powers to all the world! well, at least to the 3 people who read my blog.
huh? anyway, this is your grand opportunity people! sieze hold! scroll ever so boldly down the page and become part of super hero history! Proclaim you powers to all the world! well, at least to the 3 people who read my blog.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
my future as an internet MEEEEL'eon'air
i would like to take this opportunity to announce to the WORLD (and all worlds which may or may not come in contact with this blog post) that i, BLEEEEEEEEEP (name censored due to unfounded and illogical levels of internet paranoia) have the honor and distinction of having received and accepted an offer of employment at eons.com. yes. it's true.
in honor of this bang-up-dandy-A1-crackerjack-splendidly-grand achievement, i will be accepting:
1. high 5s
2. fist bumps
3. txt msgs of love
4. VERY good hugs
5. food
6. back massages
7. high praise
8. wolf-whistles
9. swirly dances and dips
and
10. winks
as you may have guessed from the title of this post, my position at eons is somewhat extraordinary, in that it may in fact make me MEEEEELions. this is something that never really hit me until after i'd signed on the dotted line (that was yesterday btw.) only now do i find the vision of wonderful financial possibility dawning on me. as i aspire to the fine arts, meeeelions and weeelions would be quite convenient ("weeelions": an amount equal to what an artist could live comfortably on for the rest of her and her lucky mate's natural lives) . understand, i do envision myself as a wildly successful artist raking in the dough with my lucratively deep and astounding perspective on existence. still, meeeelions wouldn't hurt.
now, some of you may scoff at the thought that the internet fortunes of yesteryear may again return to the earth. you may think to yourself, "internet start-ups are nothing more than a broken dream lying in the ashes of hope's cold shadow. prepare for astonishing levels of failure!" well cynical friend, i say BELIEVE!
SO, stay tuned for news on the progress of my net-worth. and if any of you are wondering what on earth this has to do with you, i'd say TONS. but that's all i'd say. and i do. i say it.
in honor of this bang-up-dandy-A1-crackerjack-splendidly-grand achievement, i will be accepting:
1. high 5s
2. fist bumps
3. txt msgs of love
4. VERY good hugs
5. food
6. back massages
7. high praise
8. wolf-whistles
9. swirly dances and dips
and
10. winks
as you may have guessed from the title of this post, my position at eons is somewhat extraordinary, in that it may in fact make me MEEEEELions. this is something that never really hit me until after i'd signed on the dotted line (that was yesterday btw.) only now do i find the vision of wonderful financial possibility dawning on me. as i aspire to the fine arts, meeeelions and weeelions would be quite convenient ("weeelions": an amount equal to what an artist could live comfortably on for the rest of her and her lucky mate's natural lives) . understand, i do envision myself as a wildly successful artist raking in the dough with my lucratively deep and astounding perspective on existence. still, meeeelions wouldn't hurt.
now, some of you may scoff at the thought that the internet fortunes of yesteryear may again return to the earth. you may think to yourself, "internet start-ups are nothing more than a broken dream lying in the ashes of hope's cold shadow. prepare for astonishing levels of failure!" well cynical friend, i say BELIEVE!
SO, stay tuned for news on the progress of my net-worth. and if any of you are wondering what on earth this has to do with you, i'd say TONS. but that's all i'd say. and i do. i say it.
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