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[02 Jan 2005|08:59pm] |
i pity you if you still read this and havent found me on myspace.
but if you still stalk me here, i would just like to share that I HAVE A BOYFRIEND. chris kanning. <3
the end.
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[21 Nov 2004|11:39am] |
so. hotel party begins. we finally all get to the courtyard marriot and its like pouring. so walking in the rain ruined any effort i had made to try and look nice. oh well. so we get in and all...13 of us pack into the elevator and "break it" so we run up the stairs making way too much noise...and blah blah blah, finally we're in. so the party starts with ali & laken & sean and crew's FABULOUS birthday gift--a bottle of bacardi O. haha. so they started playing some card game...electricity? maybe. and me and pat go down to wait for chris to come. that was an adventure, but thats irrelevent. we were gone for 20 minutes and by the time we got back...everyone was Trashed. it was awesome lol. so i got my rum from chris and between that and the bacardi i was pretty gone. the rest i dont remember ALL that well, but it was really really good times.
i was in chris's car for a good two hours and when i came back i had a conversation with brian that i really cant recall and then i passed out with craig in the bed. and then max wound up on my other side sometime during the night. details arnt important i guess lol. the end.
i have to say that one of the highlights was this morning waking up and finding out that kevin gave max two shots and max disnt know what they were but he drank them anyway....and it was fuckin kevins piss!!!!
gross.
then we had to clean the room. wow. sooo much beer. soo many cards. sooo dirty. that was fun.
so thats my life
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[18 Nov 2004|10:35pm] |
work tonight. i'll keep the silvana talk short. marinara sauce? Not spelled "mariana" okay? cool. number two...please dont Ever come up to me again and say "my crotch itches." and Definitely don't begin to itch it in front of me. thats just gross. got it? awesome.
anyway, MY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY is this saturday!!!!
this weekend should be Kick ass. going to chris' friends house tomorrow. that should be good times. and then Saturday night it goes downnnnnn... ahhhhhh should be amazing. cant wait.
this weekend needs to be unforgetable.
its on.
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[11 Nov 2004|09:56pm] |
so i worked tonight. and that means its time for my weekly tribute to SILVANA.
first, lets start off with your singing. yea...ok that needs to stop. you suck. and when some lady picking up food says to you "sing it girl!" it is Not your cue to sing at the top of your lungs like you wrote the song. news flash: she was making fun of you. you're terrible.
moving on. i think its necessary that someone teaches you manners, because apparantly no on ever did. its not that polite to shout "they fucking left me shit" when your customers are still in the restaurant. its not nice. acutally, ITS REALLY FUCKING RUDE!
and yeah, lets talk about that full glass of water you spilled on me. when you saw it fall directly on to my pants, and asked if i got wet and i smiled and said no...i was lying. i just did Not want you to touch me.
but whatever, its water, im over it.
also, tonight when you saw me take out a pack of gum and stick a piece in my mouth and asked.."is that gum?" i really should have said..no silvana, im acutally just chewing on my own teeth. because you are Really fucking stupid.
and once again, i Do not care about what you had for lunch, how much you love your dog, or how some woman hit on your horrifically unfortunate looking husband. i do not give a damn about your life, because yes, you SUCK.
that is all.
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[08 Nov 2004|07:38pm] |
You Know You're From Westchester When...
You go to a Dave Matthews Band concert and end up running into people you know from your school.
Half the people in your school mysteriously develop inner-Queens accents during 7th and 8th grade.
Starbucks is a regular stop for you.
You say Abercrombie & Fitch makes you want to puke, yet you sport at least one outfit from the store each week
NYU is your top choice for college.
If you go to Catholic school, you know everyone at all the Catholic schools in Westchester.
If you go to public school you still manage to know everyone at all the Catholic schools in Westchester.
Below 1400 is a "so-so" SAT score
You claim to hate your school, but you go to all the dances and play at least one varsity sport anyway.
Even though your best friend lives a stone's throw away, you have most of your conversations with him/her on AOL or AIM.
You know you have to act tough when going to The Galleria, or else you might get shot.
You know you have to act sophisticated when you go to The Westchester, or else you'll get kicked out.
Your summer vacation is most likely one of the following: LBI, Cape May, Wildwood, Seaside Heights, or, more simply "The Jersey Shore."
You know someone who knows the girl who starred in "The Blair Witch Project."
Your dad works in an office and wears a suit and tie to work every day.
Your mom either works part-time or volunteers, but whatever she does, it's enough to hold a 24-hour a day guilt-trip over you.
If you don't drive, the Metro North train is your best friend, assuming, of course, you're able to avoid the ticket-collector.
A trip into NYC for a day is your idea of "getting away from it all."
It pisses you off that your friends from the Bronx call this area "upstate New York."
You've met Vanessa Williams at least once.
You complain that the Jefferson Valley Mall is trash, but you find yourself hanging out there every weekend anyway.
You think anyone who lives south of New Jersey is a hick.
Everyone winds up spending Spring Break in the Hamptons.
The students in your school drive nicer cars than the teachers.
Your sixteenth birthday present: Jeep, or your mom's old BMW
Your mother went to a great college, and now does nothing
You say that you are "just outside the city" regardless of where you live
Unlike every other area in the New York Metro area, you believe that people from Westchester, "really don't have accents."
Somebody had to teach you to do your laundry when you went away to college
You consider anything North of White Plains, "Upstate"
Your family belongs to a health club, a golf club, and/or a beach club
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Westchester.
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[06 Nov 2004|09:17am] |
goodbye full bottle of vodka.
its been fun.
so...what concert was i at last night? hah. wow. last night = a mess. but, a good mess. SOOO traaaashed. omg. so the night starts as we get on the train after like an hour delay and i see the wonderful mrs dougherty. awkward. im like hey no im not carrying a bag full of vodka, no worries. we also see gene. but he becomes important later on in this story. so, we get to grand central, meet up with sean, ali, laken, etc, and start walking to roseland. and we start drinking. note to self, im not a big fan of peach vodka. so at some random mcdonalds we split up and sean & crew go get beer and we go to mcdonalds, mix our drinks, and down them. meet up with sean & crew again, start walking again, finish everything in the water bottles, and oops im already GONE. so the rest of the night is pretty much a blur..
but um, can we talk about how i made like everyone kiss me on the lips?? why?? "and induction to be my best friend" wtf! or how about how i tried to crowd surf with cornelia. ..um, who are you? i managed to wind up lost by myself at some part of the night of course, in which i dumped everything out of my pockets looking for our coat check ticket and i probably lost a lot of shit, like my earrings. i dont see why though, i mean i so gracefully crawled all over the floor making sure i had everything. thaaaat musta looked hott. i rocked out hardcore with some girls i dont really know...i think. and omg, pats friend...daniel? maybe? im really sorry. for hitting on you so badly. weird. yeah and then outside, there were allll these cops around, and i repeatedly was blabbing "ive never been so drunk around cops" and such and thank God i can control the volume of my voice...except that, no, i can not.
oh and then lets talk about the hooka bar? smoka? whatta? something we were supposed to go to after. something about tobacco. we didnt tho. we got some cabs to grand central. and somewhere in there i lost all my money. damn. and, yeah i dont know, theres just so much i don't remember. like...the whole, band part. i distinctly remember almost at the end of the concert..like yellowcards last song maybe...saying "did the starting line play yet?" like...WHERE was i???
so then on the train, my feet got like really aquainted with seans nuts. i...made a fool of myself talking to amandas friend adam..or george. what? im really sorry amanda lol. tell him i dont think he sells drugs. oh and then gene calls katherine and tells her they hooked up? which didnt happen. but apparantly joanie called me and katherine from genes phone? randomness wow. then we went to the diner after. those poor diner people. but turkey club u rocked my fucking world.
goodtimes this morning. katherine recalling puking in the mens bathroom. and craig and pat walking in as shes walking out. then almost getting like abductd by a fat black lady? hah, im sorry, i love you babe. and your description of me attacking sean on the train..."all of a sudden i see little jenna like jump on sean..." hah i so dont even remember that. joanie recalling her interaction with gene, and also almost getting kicked out. nice one. you girls are great.
oh and then lets not forget at like midnight i remembered i was supposed to call my parents n tell them i was on my way home so thers this awesome message on my answering machine being like HEYYYY MOM ummm i think im bout to get on the train so ill be home soon I LOVE U goodnite. totally slurred and i hiccup like every other word cuz i had the hiccups like crazzzy. so thats fabulous.
ummmmm yeah. so theres a beer can sitting on my dresser that was most definitely not here last night andddd im concerned. thisss doesnt look good.
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[03 Nov 2004|09:30pm] |
hello dedicated readers. aka stalkers. :P
thank you for giving me a reason to write.
so tonight i had work. fabulous. this guy came in and starting being like overly friendly with me...he kept asking about my job and telling me about the bars he used to go to. i was like um your definitely mexican and you kinda smell bad and im 16 years old, can this conversation be over?
oh and silvana. can i just tell you that i dont give a shit about your period, when it comes, or your symptons. im not looking at the zit on your chin, i dont care about your husband, and i Definitely dont wanna hear about your stomach problems anymore. thank you. oh and also, nice job on scarfing down that entire chicken parm dinner in .5 seconds tonite. good job fatty.
p.s. can you Ever let me get One word in?? EVER??
so i just made work sound really terrible, which it wasnt. i made decent money tonite, 68 dollars to be exact.
damnit im tired.
and this week has sucked. i cried in school today. im so awesome. work, school, college, boys, everything just got to me.
maybe the rest of this week will go more smoothly.
picking up the alc tomorrow for the concert on friday. woo.
oh but how could i forget, saturdays gonna Suuuck.
note to self: christmas would be such a better season if i had a boyfriend.
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[30 Oct 2004|03:26pm] |
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update. woooo.
i cant really think of much that happened this week, except for Thursday which was super fun. me liz and merynda went on a 3 hour shopping trip to...A.C. "Smores", partycity, kaybee toys, marshalls, rojay party, omg and i cant even remember where else. we finalllly got all the necessary items for our hot ass sailor costumes. then i went out to dinner with the fam and auntie marriieeee to santa fe for my moms bday. Fun times :)
yeah so then the next day we dressed up and it was awesome. mr aliberti laughed at me! :( oh well. ill put pics up evenutally.
umm not much else to say. oh today i went to applebees and met chris. what the r fucking odds that joanie and tori would be sitting there Right next to us. Random/awkward/embarassing. wow. oh well. chris is hott. :)
okay im gonna sit here until i get ready for work...woooo
what should i do for my birthday???
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[24 Oct 2004|09:26am] |
so, i had the bright idea of acutally letting people drink at my house last nite. Even though i knew my parents wouldnt be out that late. So, 2 shots of gin and a 32 of smirnoff later (hey i didnt eat all day), i lost track of time. and the rents came home. and walked into my laundry room and saw a 30 of beer. so i had a nervous breakdown and tried to convince them that i wasnt drinking and that i had no idea people were gonna bring beer. yadda yadda. so im in my garage telling my dad im dead sober and i turned around to leave and i walk into a wall. WELL that got me more upset because i thought i fucked myself over sooo bad, so i went in and HYSTERICALLY CRIED into max's shirt. holy shit i was a Disaster. so i told everyone they should leave and
yadda yadda spread some jenna germs yadda yadda
everyone evenutally left. so i got barely any sleep last nite because i was freaking out about the lecture i was gonna get today...and so i wake up at like 8 and im still drunk. oh i forgot this part...i typed a letter last nite before i went to bed apologizing to my parents. my typing in it is excellent. anyway so my mom comes into my room at like 8 and im like here it comes...and shes like jenna we dont care. we're totally not mad at you at all. she was like we were probably just a drunk as you last night bla bla bla, ha which i thought was funny. and then she was like id rather you be in a house then drinking in a car. anyways, turns out she was like fine with it. she was like im not condoning it, so dont make it a habit, but im not mad. and then we sat in the kitchen and tried to deal with our hangovers together. how ironic.
"oh what a night"
oh, and DAMIT. i want a do over.
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[21 Oct 2004|10:18pm] |
im a disaster.
tonight was pretty awful. today had the potential of being really awesome.
but it wasnt.
tonight i started hysterically crying in the shower.
theres just some things that mean more to you than anything.
and theres just some things that will never work.
and theres just some things that could be so right.
but theres just some things that will just always be wrong.
and theres just some things that you will Always regret.
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