Wednesday, October 29, 2008


It's almost halloween, Im pretty stoked! Except for the fact that I am sick and have no boys to have drunken zombie sex with. I decided on the way home from work today that I was going to be a fallen angel. I have spent this entire month trying to come up with something creative that still allows me to cover myself in fake blood, but isn't a zombie. Nothing will top last halloween though :-/ At least I don't have to work, but still no good, solid things to do.

What are all you ladies bein'?

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

i almost forgot the secret code.

guess what guys.

i move to boulder in three days.

little scotty garrison and i are going to be roommates.

our apartment has two beg decks and lots of closets to hide in.

this is me unghosting myself a bit, bit by bit.

sorry for being foggy.

i miss you all with all of my bathwatery heart.

mom, your lovely inward posts are causes for the sniffles.

i carry you all with me everywhere.

this must be a bedtime blog for now, as i have to be up early to get druggie tested for my new job.

(edit: i carry you all with me everywhere, but i politely omit the loo.)

til tomorrow.


Monday, October 27, 2008

what will you do wubbzy.

As I sit here watching Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!, I can't seem to find the energy to do basic things like shower or make coffee because i've become the laziest person in existence but I am reallllllly pumped to go vote in like 7 days. I can't wait to step into the booth and make decisions about councilmen and other positions that we're forced to vote on that we probably haven't researched because we've only been thinking about Obama vs. McCain. But either way, I'm excited.

I keep having these dreams where I am working at Ruby Foo's again and everything is fine and dandy- Except that in a few of them I get to the table and realize that I don't remember the blurb. Foo-mares will never leave me alone.

Wow. I really love children's shows. I don't want to watch anything but QVC and Noggin when I wake up; I am slowly becoming my mother.

Also, will someone please tell me what to do with my life? I really hope I know by next summer.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

kawfee tawk

I am staring at my computer, lost in facebook, I some how started on Bics pictures and then made it to the junior homecoming pictures of him, which made me really want to see all those pictures for the millionth time, and as I took a sip of my coffee (that is at least an hour and a half old, but still luke-warm and almost too sweet from the sugar that has settled to the bottom, in my nifty new starbucks to-go cup) and made it to the end of the album and then cycled back in to the same pictures again, I realized I wasn't looking at the people in the photographs so much as all the stuff in the background, our lives all meshed together, our things, our mess, and at the time, and even to an average on-looker, that place may have looked gross, but those pictures have so much of us in them beyond us remembering a face, but a place, an era, a lifetime of memories crammed into a tiny college apartment filled with more crap and estrogen that I'm surprised we didn't blow the got-damn'd roof off the joint, so ladies, next time you find yourself going through our memories of 3sevs and missin' a sister or 2, or4, remember our mess and the most amazing year five ladies could ever ask for

Monday, October 20, 2008


so friday night some assholes decided to fuck with cars in the alumni lot. ugh. they ripped my mirror off my driver side. what a load of bullshit. its going to cost me over 200 bucks to replace the mirror. gahhhh. i'm too poor for this. goodbye being able to buy groceries for the next week or so.


a very pissed off Jean

Saturday, October 18, 2008


The trick was writing "Rochester" on the dates of November 16th to the 18th in my planner. Then I bought the tickets. That way I had already told myself that I would be visiting Mom. I can't wait. Also, I'm going to get a second job. I think it might be at the Apparel. Well, at least there's where I'm going to apply. Fingers crossed. (Ha I originally typed "fongers".)
Discounts. Discounts. Discounts.


Sunday, October 12, 2008


I haven't had a drink in a week and I am having my first glass of wine tonight. Its making me really warm and nostalgic, I really miss you guys.

Britt, where is your facebook?

I am going to cosmatology school in January and really excited about it. I thought about coming down again on tuesday cuz I have 3 days off in a row, but I should really save my money.

I think its an excellent idea that any/all of you come visit me soon! I will throw down for anyone who wants to come.

love, mom

Wednesday, October 8, 2008


"my eyes feel drunk. my stomach feels warm. but my body is fully functional."
"it's the tequila. you gotta be functional to take your clothes off."

I'll let you guess who said what. I'm currently drinking the non-alcoholic version of what made me say that earlier today- I came home from my newest employment endeavor ( and went on a brief, albeit fantastic bike ride. Riding a bike just makes me feel so adventurous and happy. After said bike ride Yessi and I pounded some tequira drinks and I fell asleep. I woke up and ordered Papa John's. Five slices later I'm in a bed that doesn't smell of me, but of a boy I (barely) like and still call.

I'm dialing old numbers again. But not making old mistakes. I want to go on vacation. Burlington maybe? Camillus? Rochester? or save my moneys and worry about those student loans that are about to come-a-knocking.

Where the hell is my winter warmth? I was really trying to be preemptive about this and all I've got is this stupid coat and these boots.

Something I took from my LJ on Sunday. I miss everyone! <3

Sometimes I wonder where I thought I'd be by this time.
What I'd be doing.
Who I'd be with.
What I'd want to be doing.
Who I'd want to be with.

But here I am, on my couch in Brooklyn wrapped up in my technicolor comforter obviously from the mid-80s, watching Sunday movies on TNT, happy that I didn't get called into work-- yet slightly worrying about money.

Leaving my apartment an hour before I need to be at work every day, walking to the bus stop. Waiting. Getting on the usually over-crowded bus with its extremely audible passengers, trying to make sure my giant purse doesn't knock someone over every time the bus driver goes over a pothole. Stepping down the steps to the back of the bus, pushing the doors open to make sure they don't slam back in my face, and walking across the street to the DeKalb avenue station where I once again, wait.

Waiting for whichever train comes first. Will it be the B? I hope it's the B, because if it's the B not only is it express, but then I won't have to transfer, and I can get right off at Rockefeller center and walk the two blocks into work. The Q is also express, however does not stop at my work, and leaves me at 42nd street in Times Square- where I must either transfer again, and gamble waiting too long for another train, or walk 7 blocks of hell through the tourism capital of ... maybe the world, but definitely the country. For sure. Not the stress I want to put on myself before walking into one of the top ten most stressful jobs in the history of jobs. Serving.

For someone who gets nauseatingly bored ever so easily, I've found it to be the perfect side job. No day is ever the same, I'm constantly moving around and interacting around the clock, and I meet hundreds of people a day. I've also learned quite a bit about wine and sake, valuable and timeless knowledge.

As stressful as it can be sometimes, it sure beats boring. Fortunately, my place of work also happens to employ some of the wittiest and charming characters I have ever met, I feel lucky to have acquainted and acquired these fine people as friends.

My work is fun.

However, I can't wait to finish my Bachelor's from Brooklyn College in Radio and Television, and maybe someday really figure out what I want do to with my life.

Besides live every day like I already am-- happy and fulfilled.