Hello it's me.

Whose crap is this?

No seriously our apartment is disgusting. Living with boys is such a bad idea. Except the fact that they are awesome boys and I love them. But this place gives me the willies when I think too much about it. Having random crap strewn about is one thing (threesevs) but when it comes to old dishes, food, and garbage- that's a whole 'nother side of the pickle I didn't want to bite into. Humph.

I stopped saying anything, though. No point. Five more months and maybe it will be a different story? I change my mind everyday. It's okay I'm 22 (this is my excuse for everything).

My student loans amount to about 800 dollars a month. This is terrifying. The fact that I made over 500 dollars this weekend alone though shows small glimmers of hope that I can make this work; payments may be a week or two late, but I can do it. I can!

Halloween at work was a blast. We all had to dress up as "Classic Movie Villains", and I was Poison Ivy - thanks for the great idea Jonesies! It was a hit. After work, I went across the street to the Playwright with a few of the Senior Severs and had two double shots of Patron and two Yuenglings that I never ordered but were given to me lovingly by one of my favorite servers Ryan, who when it was time to pay said "Just give me ten bucks." Sweet! Jonesies met up with us in her Urkel gear stretchin' up a storm and making everyone around her die laughing:

"DO YOU WORK OUT? YOU LOOK LIKE YOU WORK OUT...." etc. What a night.

I got called into work tonight, and was a half hour late (even for my on call shift!) because a man collapsed on the local-running Q train, this was at Court Street in Brooklyn. I couldn't tell if he was having a stroke or a heart attack, but he was really old and literally collapsed on the man sitting next to him. I was sitting at the other end of the car and had my headphones on listening to my "Good Mood City Mix" which happened at that moment to be Ben Kweller, and didn't realize what was even going on until I was like "Why the fuck are we still sitting here? What is everyone looking at?" Then I realized someone was pushing the Emergency button trying to get the conductor to call an ambulance. Everyone was really concerned and a bit shaken, including myself, which left with yet another glimmer of hope in people; I think they're all basically selfless when you strip them down to being downright humane. He wasn't unconscious when I got off the train to step across the track to catch the R, but he was extremely delusional. I hope everything is alright with him.

Other than that, I've been watching Entertainment tonight, browsing Craig's List personals (for real) and corresponding via email with some interesting fellows just for fun, and it is fun. Who's surprised though? Not you guys, who've watched me boyfriend shop on Facebook, boyfriend shop on Myspace, and also meet up with these people. Ya'll know nothin's changed.

LOVE YOUS. MISS YOUS. KISS YOUS.

eeeeeekkk!!!!

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'?

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.

<3GARY

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.

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

douchebags

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.

sincerely,

a very pissed off Jean

Rochester.

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.

jones.