Are you restless like me?

Jenna's former blog. It will still be here, but she will not be here.

10/31/2005

 

Are you some kind of pirate?

Arr! Happy Halloween ye land lubbers!

Shiver me timbers, gimme some candy.

10/30/2005

 

You're all of the above.

I'm convinced that the most important thing for me to be learning in English is NOT how Queen Elizabeth used the "resources of language" to inspire her troops. Things like literary devices are kind of subconscious, aren't they? When I'm reading I can feel suspense building or confusion or racing thoughts without pointing out, "Hey! Look how that short sentence right after that long one seems to stand out! It surely is important." I can only speak for myself, but I don't think about it as I'm writing either. If I'm feeling really unfocused and my mind is racing, my run-on sentences reflect that here. I don't go back in and edit thinking, "I can't focus on a single topic, so I have to get rid of some of this and come up with something different here..."

10/29/2005

 

For I am the king and so long may I reign.

He wasth totally looking at me, guysth.


We were at Starbucks for hours. We found out lisp-boy's name. He swept near us when he didn't have to. He was showing off when he was putting the chairs away. He told us about making water explode in a microwave.

10/28/2005

 

Conor Oberst


Conor Oberst, originally uploaded by Jenna Howes..

I uploaded the pictures. The best ones are here.

I also have video, but I haven't found a way to get it to you guys. They're all too big to be uploaded to Geocities or emailed, so I'm out of ideas. If you have a suggestion about how to upload avi files, let me know.


 

Dead.

Oh yeah, my iPod crashed last night. I had been listening to "First Day of My Life" (on repeat) because they didn't play it at the show, then I tried to put on The Briefs and it just stopped doing anything. The music stopped and wouldn't start again. I couldn't even turn it off, so I just put it in my bag and it was off this morning. When I tried to turn it on it just showedthe little apple symbol with a black line uner it that shouldn't be there, then it went off again.

Update: A third person has thought I went to UCD, my brother's co-worker just asked what year I was.

My mom should be here soon. I want more coffee.

 

Abroad.

I'm in Davis.
The concert was very good. I took pictures, but the cable to upload the pictures is at home. Yeah, I was disappointed, too.

People thought I went to UC Davis. :)

My brother complained about having to pay a dollar for my bus fare.

I've got a couple hours to kill in the cafeteria thingy my brother works at until my mom picks me up. He's supposed to get me a cup of coffee.

His roommate spends his days playing video games and badmitton/soccer/racquetball/tennis/etc. in the sports center thing.

10/26/2005

 

'Cause I want it that way

For Lauren. (A video, rated G)

 

And I sing and sing of awful things.

I just thought I'd let you guys know a couple things:
-I actually got an A on that Myspace essay, my first A on an essay in that class so far. It brought my grade up, too.
-I caught the cold my dad was complaining about. So much for that hand sanitizer I was carrying around, maybe it was too old. April needs to "get" me more.
-I'm hell of excited about seeing Bright Eyes tomorrow night. I'm bringing the camera, and Lappy, so you'll see pictures immediately afterward.
-I'm actually enjoying writing this Report of Information for my Omnibus. (A "compendium of writing about the same subject", I don't know why it's called an omnibus as omnibus means bus in German.) It's about copy prevention software on CDs. I sound so professional. And I'm citing like every other sentence. Like she says, it's better to overcite than plagiarize.

I'll give you only one reply: I KNOW NOT WHO I AM. (srry, I'm all Bright Eyed at the moment.)

10/25/2005

 

Sleep half the day.

I'm going to die of essay overdose tomorrow. I'm too sleepy to over do it tonight, it's like when you try to strangle yourself and pass out first. But, tomorrow will be more like being stranded on a glacier: you might be able to put death off a little by eating the people around you and slowing down your heart rate, but you'll starve if you don't freeze first, it's inevitable.

 

The years have been unfair to this one.

Scrubbing puke off of carpets is not fun. Scrubbing it off walls isn't such a good time either.

10/24/2005

 

Here's all you'll get from me.

I think it's awesome how the books we choose for out independent reading in AP English reflect our personalities and interests.


Today Dwyer convinced kids that he was actually going to run for president. Most of us knew it was just for the lesson, but of course we didn't point it out. When he asked who would vote for him, I said I would. Later he admitted that he was copying a man who did run for president in 1936 who wanted to be a dictator (he lost). His platform sounded pretty good, but he just wanted the power. If it had been anyone besides Dwyer, even another teacher of mine, I would have been a lot more discerning with my vote.

 

Effectively putting off my homework.

Today I laughed at how stupid Karen's article was, right in front of her.
Today was Melissa and Paige's birthdays. Aliyah said she'd bake me brownies for my birthday.

I think I might have been invisible for a few minutes at lunch. Someone walked past me as I stood against a wall, outside with plenty of room all around, and instead of passing at a normal distance of about a foot, they came within inches of stepping on my toes and hitting me with their shoulder. This happened twice. Within five minutes.

I'm chronically tired.

10/23/2005

 

I've grown tired of that place.

Maybe I don't have to graduate early and give up half a year of being editor of Haypress. Maybe I can just set it up so that I take only the four classes at HHS that I want to take the first term: German 3, photography, journalism, and maybe physics (honors?); then second term only take journalism and econ/government at HHS and then take English and maybe calculus at Chabot. If I felt like it I could pick up another elective second term, like woodshop. And maybe I won't even take calculus at Chabot, maybe I'll just take it when I'm actually in college, if I even have to as a journalism major.

I found out about this summer program in Virginia that is actually almost affordable. A month long journalism course where I'd make contributions to the radio station, cable channel, newspaper, and website.

 

"Alameda County Library...Infinite possibilities"

Considering my mood, it's very appropriate that the only show I'm going to end up going to this week is Bright Eyes. And it's on a college campus, the place I'd give anything to be at on Monday instead of the hell-hole that is high school. I think I'm done with it. Maybe I will graduate early next year and take a few months off to do something good, like an internship or volunteer work, and get a job. That sounds like a nice idea right about now.

The new layout is black.

For this one and the layout before, I've used the background gif as my desktop background. I like to have them match.

10/21/2005

 

I quit.

Tell me the fucking truth.

10/20/2005

 

A Pang of Pain.

WHY ARE WE READING SO MUCH ABOUT THE DAMNED PURITANS IN AP ENGLISH?!?!?!
This is a public school, ixnay on the eligionray. Please. Or at least teach us about an interesting one.
She's got us analyzing the deeper meaning of a journal entry by a 10 year old. 10. TEN.

B.S.

10/19/2005

 

Life is blowing by.

I like minimum days.

Someone should get me a SuperSampler camera for my birthday. (Amazon's being a bitch and won't let me access my Wishlist to update it.) And I WILL be having an official birthday party. It'll probably be the weekend before the actual day though, so like November 19, because people might go out of town for Thanksgiving. There's rumor of having my pirate bash at Joey's house, but it's not official, maybe Carlos Bee if the weather's okay, but then it would be afternoon not evening. I dunno, I'll come up with something. And invitations. Keep that weekend free though, if you think I'm inviting you. (Wow, just a month away.)

 

Good morning.

Time to sleep for 3 hours then get back to work.

I was thinking of going in late, but then I realized Mrs. Moon's a bitch and will almost definitely give a "pop" quiz about the reading. And late=no make up quiz, unless maybe it was a car crash (your car) or someone in your house dying that prevented you from coming late. That syllabus she gave us had some pretty morbid shit in it that she considered "valid" reasons for not being in class. I think she just wants to hear the stories, that freak.

I'm glad I didn't end up putting this URL in the letter I had to write to her in the beginning of the year. Letting the teacher read all your posts about her bitchiness probably wouldn't help your grade.

I can't stop gritting my teeth.

10/18/2005

 

Out of context.

I got to write STFU in my history notes today.


Because it stands for Southern Tenant Farmers Union.

10/16/2005

 

I <3 the Deadline Poet

My birthday is coming up. Someone should get me a subscription to The Nation. It's only $18.

 

Announcement:

Deaf Australian guys are hot.

That is all.

10/14/2005

 

Bittersweet

I miss Carolyn Eagan and Stephanie Corl with a passion.

10/13/2005

 

I totally love Voltaire.

Why do we have to read Machiavelli? Why can't we read Voltaire? So.Much.Cooler.

"It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets."

"The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease."

"I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it."

"Once the people begin to reason, all is lost."

"This poem will never reach its destination."

 

As the cadence carries me.

So I finished the final draft of my anti-Myspace essay for AP English. Yes, I did write and will turn in a paper about Myspace for an actual assignment. Because I'm just that damn cool.

Some people (ie. Lauren) wanted to read it, but it comes out to almost three pages, so I saved it as a .txt file. It'll probably open in your browser. I hope it doesn't end up formatted funky for you. If it does, right-click to save it, then open it in Notepad and turn on word wrap in the format menu.

If you wanna be all prissy about it and read the rebuttal I had to write (very unhappily), just ask and I'll post that too. I made sure it wasn't as good as the actual paper.

10/12/2005

 

From the shackles of language.

"I just want to make a clean escape. I'm leaving, but I don't know where to."

Early to bed, early to rise. I hate homework.

"And the world's got me dizzy again. You'd think after [16] years I'd be used to the spin. And it only feels worse when I stay in one place, so I'm always pacing around or walking away."

10/11/2005

 

There is an apostrophe in CD's.

WHY ARE ALL THE SHOWS IN OCTOBER?!?!

Okay, so we found out The Briefs are playing in SF on the 21st. Eric's magazine says at Slim's. On the same page it has another show listed for the same day at Slim's. So to the website I go. No Briefs. Next I went to their website, turns out they're playing at Bottom of the Hill that night. $12, doors at 8:30. WE WILL GO.

But while I was at the Slim's site I saw that on the 25th, a Tuesday, Blackpool Lights is playing again. I love them. I want to see them again. So that's 4 shows in a row that I want to see:
Blackpool Lights, Against Me!, Bright Eyes, and Suburban Legends; Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday; Slim's, Slim's, UC Davis, and iMusicast; I wish, might take some work, already have a ticket, and chances are very slim.

That adds up to a total of 6 shows in October. Besides Warped Tour, I hadn't been to a show in at least 6 months before last Friday.

I <3 October.

I'm getting a cold I think. The PSATs are tomorrow.

10/10/2005

 

This is the first day of my life, I'm glad I didn't die before I met you.

I cleaned my room a little.

I keep my clothes on a shelf rather than in drawers.

I have two coffee tables in my room.

I've always wanted a chest/trunk thing to put at the foot of my bed, but if I had one the way my room is now it would block the door.

I hung my sword on the wall above my bed. And my Street Dogs scarf.

I want pretty curtains.

I'm gonna go clean off my desk so I can use my sewing machine again.

10/09/2005

 

Speak slowly.

I went to Fleet Week with my daddy. Well, kind of to Fleet Week, we never made it all the way. We stopped along the Embarcadero to watch the Blue Angels. They're so cool.

I decided that I'll have a sail boat when I'm older, and it will look like a pirate ship.

When it was over, all the boats were practically racing toward the docks and ramps. It looked like a fleet was invading Oakland.

 

New Layout Finished.

It only took me about 2-3 hours.

Pink and hearts!!!

(I think the next one will be piratey.)

Here are pictures.

Classy mirrored-ceiling elevators.
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Tasha being a hobo in the hallway.
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Tasha being a hobo on the BART train to San Francisco a couple weeks ago.
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10/08/2005

 

Rebels are we.

I want that hot air balloon. (Photo from here.)

Flogging Molly was great. So were Street Dogs.

I'll post some pictures from the hotel later, I didn't bring the camera to the show though.

10/07/2005

 

Deductive reasoning!

I'm gonna steal Christina's neighbor's kitty cat. It's so fluffy and it attacked my leg and it's cute.

I just wrote an essay about Myspace.

10/06/2005

 

Tomorrow.

Remind me not to move lumber with Alex anymore. That damn kid hit me in the ear with a 20 foot piece of pine.

SLEEP. Homework.

10/04/2005

 

Faux-British accents.

I love Solitaire.

Joey broke my finger, or almost did. Slapjack is dangerous.

Togo's has silly Halloween decorations.

10/03/2005

 

You've no need to fear it, 'cause no one will hear it.

Today I spent my lunch sleeping on the couch in the Haypress computer room.

I came home and slept again.

Later, my sister tried to throw a phonebook at me.

Then my dad took me to Starbucks.

10/02/2005

 

I like cooking dinner.

I'm tense all the time now. And it makes me so tired. I'm exhausted. My head hurts about 50% of my waking hours. My shoulders and feet ache. My jaw hurts from clenching my teeth. My stomach is all fucked up. My skin is broken out from stress.

I can't relax. If I have pending responsibilities, I can't relax. Last Summer was not very restful or relaxing, I had homework due at the end. This summer I'm working it out so that I won't have any Summer work. I'll take classes at Chabot rather than AP classes, they're shorter and don't have homework in advance. Or, if I must, I'll do the damn work before Summer even starts if I can. I might need my mom to reinforce that though, so I don't put it off.

I really really really hope we don't have work over Winter break.

I need a back rub.

 

When I woke up tonight...

I got a Starbucks application. Joey and Tasha, mainly Joey, talked me into actually applying to the one in the Village. For hot-lisp-boy. He gave us ideas for my pirate party. So that's what I'm doing for my birthday, a pirate party. Do pirates have parties? (If you rearrange the letters in pirates you can spell parties.) What else would they call them?

Tasha and I bought swords at Spirit.

10/01/2005

 

I want to make a pomander.

It's October!
I want to get a pumpkin!
From a pumpkin patch this year!
I'm gonna carve a pirate pumpkin!

We bought a bottle of apple cider. I'm gonna make mulled apple cider soon. I'm excited. I've never had the real stuff before, only that powdered mix.

I like Fall.

Prolly going to Spirit in approximately 30 minutes. There's one on the boulevard this year. Yay.
Maybe I'll persuade Tasha and Joey to go to Starbucks, and I can get an application. I'm hell of serious this time, not like with Thrift Town. Me + discounted coffee = PERFECT.

I need Carolyn's address in Germany.

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