From facebook..questions my friends answered.
1. Do you think Jennifer is cute? Yes
2. Do you think Jennifer has ever
had a one night stand? Yes
3. ...voted for Obama? Yes
4....has ever stolen from work? No
5....can keep a secret? Yes
6....ever been in a fist fight? Yes
7. ..would secretly fart in public? No.
Well. What I can deduct from this is that my friends find me to be an attractive, slutty, angry, yet morally uptight liberal who can be trusted.
Of course I've stolen from work. They make it too easy sometimes. And its a corporation. So who cares.
Of course I've farted in public. Who hasn't? Wow on that one.
And no, I've never been in a fist fight. I've never been in any physical alteration except when I was young young with my best friend (hair pulling, etc)
Rest are right :P
Thursday, March 4, 2010
If I was a space alien,
sent here to watch society and come up with three things that are so outside the reign of what I am used to but what humans consider "normal" I would choose:
1. Everyone needs to look the same. Smaller aspect of the larger problem of the human need to "fit in."
Everywhere, on magazines, on television, through reinforcement of their parents and friends, they are told and pushed and prodded to look the same. When one finds a dress, the other wants a similar one. When one sees a haircut, the other one wants the haircut. They find this acceptable. Lack of identity, visually or otherwise.
2. Murder. There is nothing to be gained by taking another one's life. No spiritual advancement, no knowledge, only material possessions, which mean nothing.
3.Religion. They gather in groups and praise named invisibilities. Then they separate themselves from others who do not praise the same named invisibilities. It matters not to them that they are both invisible, the name is what they focus on. Humans seem to focus always on the shell, never the essence.
1. Everyone needs to look the same. Smaller aspect of the larger problem of the human need to "fit in."
Everywhere, on magazines, on television, through reinforcement of their parents and friends, they are told and pushed and prodded to look the same. When one finds a dress, the other wants a similar one. When one sees a haircut, the other one wants the haircut. They find this acceptable. Lack of identity, visually or otherwise.
2. Murder. There is nothing to be gained by taking another one's life. No spiritual advancement, no knowledge, only material possessions, which mean nothing.
3.Religion. They gather in groups and praise named invisibilities. Then they separate themselves from others who do not praise the same named invisibilities. It matters not to them that they are both invisible, the name is what they focus on. Humans seem to focus always on the shell, never the essence.
My real name.
I was playing around with my name, Jennifer, and I came across this just by reversing some of it.
"Refine jen"
First of all, I consider myself to be jen. I once told a friend of mine that when someone calls me jen, or jenjen, my heart responds. So the fact that these three letters can stand alone..j..e...n...is no surprise to me. It's my true name, Jennifer never fit. It makes me uncomfortable and now I know why..its not mine.
Refine. From the etymology dictionary, the word refine was first used in metals. Earth. Simplistic material, natural, pure. To refine something means to free it. To refine something means to free it. Refine Jen. Free Jen.
My natural name means literally Free Jen. Hello?? Do you hear this? In extended meaning, to free from unwanted impurities. To rid myself of things I don't need, don't want, and don't ring true to myself. To free myself from the crap that tries to suffocate me each day.
My name is Refine Jen. Free Jen. Jen. Free from impurities. Jen.
"Refine jen"
First of all, I consider myself to be jen. I once told a friend of mine that when someone calls me jen, or jenjen, my heart responds. So the fact that these three letters can stand alone..j..e...n...is no surprise to me. It's my true name, Jennifer never fit. It makes me uncomfortable and now I know why..its not mine.
Refine. From the etymology dictionary, the word refine was first used in metals. Earth. Simplistic material, natural, pure. To refine something means to free it. To refine something means to free it. Refine Jen. Free Jen.
My natural name means literally Free Jen. Hello?? Do you hear this? In extended meaning, to free from unwanted impurities. To rid myself of things I don't need, don't want, and don't ring true to myself. To free myself from the crap that tries to suffocate me each day.
My name is Refine Jen. Free Jen. Jen. Free from impurities. Jen.
Fluffyface.
Can't help but love her b/c she's so cute.
List of things she's done that have ranged from horrible to down right annoying in the past week:
!. Shit on my bed. I notice at 12am when I'm about to go to sleep. Have to stay up for the next 2 hours washing and drying comforters and sheets.
2. Last night she kept running over my chest. I'd just fall asleep, then here she would come, zoom with her lil paws over my chest onto the floor. fall asleep. Over my chest onto the bed. fall asleep. Jumps onto my chest, and stands there. I move her. Fall asleep. Over my chest and proceeds to start hacking up a furball on my floor. I grab her and throw her out. Enough. This is around 4 am. I'm trying to sleep for over an hour.
3. Just now: I'm studying. I have a paper with formulas I'm writing down. Where does she lie? Right on top of it. I sigh, consider moving her, she stretches out her paws and yawns and looks at me. Instead I reach for the binder and pull another sheet out.
This cat owns me.
List of things she's done that have ranged from horrible to down right annoying in the past week:
!. Shit on my bed. I notice at 12am when I'm about to go to sleep. Have to stay up for the next 2 hours washing and drying comforters and sheets.
2. Last night she kept running over my chest. I'd just fall asleep, then here she would come, zoom with her lil paws over my chest onto the floor. fall asleep. Over my chest onto the bed. fall asleep. Jumps onto my chest, and stands there. I move her. Fall asleep. Over my chest and proceeds to start hacking up a furball on my floor. I grab her and throw her out. Enough. This is around 4 am. I'm trying to sleep for over an hour.
3. Just now: I'm studying. I have a paper with formulas I'm writing down. Where does she lie? Right on top of it. I sigh, consider moving her, she stretches out her paws and yawns and looks at me. Instead I reach for the binder and pull another sheet out.
This cat owns me.
Here is something I'm working on:
This is after I added the color. Here is the original:
Not even close to finishing it yet, obviously. I'm just learning aspects of my paint program right now mostly.
I found this great site that contains pictures from old books...the 17th century and 18th century ones are particularly dear to my heart.
I used to love the ocean.
Now it only reminds me of dead dreams.
Last night was Lady Gaga. She taught me how to kiss my cat on the mouth to make it writhe in pleasure. Short, quick kisses on her little mouth. She showed me by kissing me. I clammed up but thought she was lovely.
Why Lady Gaga. She intrigues me. She's freakish, like I feel sometimes. I watched two women making love yesterday at some point.
I feel like a nonentity. I nonperson. A non-thing. Nonexistence. nonreal.
Last night was Lady Gaga. She taught me how to kiss my cat on the mouth to make it writhe in pleasure. Short, quick kisses on her little mouth. She showed me by kissing me. I clammed up but thought she was lovely.
Why Lady Gaga. She intrigues me. She's freakish, like I feel sometimes. I watched two women making love yesterday at some point.
I feel like a nonentity. I nonperson. A non-thing. Nonexistence. nonreal.
Last night
was bad. First time in a long time I've had suicidal thoughts. I think its safe to say that I'm rather depressed.
Unfortunately life is still moving forward. I have a biology lab midterm this afternoon that I must study for now.
Life is unkind.
Unfortunately life is still moving forward. I have a biology lab midterm this afternoon that I must study for now.
Life is unkind.
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