Sweet Sue

I think I'm getting paler. Is that e'en possible?
I'm too old to write juvenalia poetry. Sad.

200 calories of biscotti later.....

My stomach hurts. It always hurts. Big deal. Learn to live with the pain.

Part of me wants to be in Alabama right now at the Wi' Blood Comes Cleansing show with Pat and the rest. Part of me is happy for staying home because it's cold and I can not take people.


Silence.

Worth it. Totally worth it.

It really is the small things that get me through the day. Whether it's reading a new book, learning a 4-5 chord Eisley song on guitar, or something ridiculously inconsequential, it makes me feel very accomplished.

Tonight it was making this delicious Avgolemono soup:




I'm going to start volunteering at a no-kill animal shelter in Clermont as well.
I feel old, since this is what elderly people do to feel useful to society; it's better than being a greasy log all day.

Show off.

Allison and I were going to go to the Plea show tonight, but decided against it at the last minute. I don't really see the point. AND it's 40 degrees out tonight, which is TOO cold for my poor, Central Floridian, very thin blood. Not only am I disgustingly pale, my blood is as thin as a piece of paper, making it impossible for me to stay healthy in any weather under 68 degrees.

In fancy news, our cousin was on TBN tonight. Weirded out. He came on right after Kim Clement, which weirds me out even more. Freakin' lucky.

That's why I'm hyphenating my name. I'm not getting rid of Jennifer or Raley when I decide to ruin my life and get married.** Forget that crap. Raley's too important to me to throw it aside and remember it only when I'm writing a check.

**Idea becomes null and void if married to Jason Schwartzman.

Willy Waddles.

Today Mamsie is baking a "half black and half white" cake for the inauguration tomorrow.....until I informed her that Barack is only 6% "black" and is really 44% Arab-African. Dad said we should just throw a towel over it and the problem is solved.

You have to love politically incorrect parents. It's really no wonder why I turned out the way I did: TOTALLY awesome in every way imaginable.

The county is working on the railroad. Since there is only one road out of our ranch-community-thing, and that road is ironically a railroad--we get to stay at the ranch until 5 o' clock this evening. The only crappy thing about that is I needed to buy a toothbrush at Wal-Mart and now I'm stuck.

Who knew people worked on MLK, anyway? I thought that was a holiday that every manual laborer had off.

Yeah, that's David Bowie

Maybe I'm a bit late on this, but The Notebook isn't that bad of a movie. It just creeps me out because when my dad was in his 20s he looked EXACTLY like Ryan Gosling.....and that's just sick and wrong. Yeah, get THAT image out of your head, Brenza.

In other creepy/nasty news:
Last night was the first time in a week that I'd washed my hair (gross). It freaked out and got really puffy and wouldn't quit being fuzzy and weird.


Needless to say, this is marginally close to what it looked like at church this morning:





Sometimes I disturb even myself.

Think not.

Drive-In movie in 38 degree weather: not smart.

Having enough blankets and love to keep you warm throughout the entire movie: ingenious.


If I didn't hate south Florida so much I'd move there for warmth. However, anything under Bradenton makes me nauseous. Therefore, I am at an impasse.

I also thought I was getting too old for others to delight in my shortcomings, but I see that is painfully untrue. Here we go again.

Nah.

You really are only as miserable as you make yourself.


I can make myself pretty frickin doleful. I list that under "things I'm actually not sucky at"..... and apparently ending sentences without prepositions is NOT one of those things.



Get high, so high that I feel like lying.

Seriously.

I just calculated my BMI, (Body Mass Index) and I am at an exact 19.0, which is 0.5 points from being underweight for my height/age bracket.

Could use work.

Today I decided to Gabby that I am going to enter into a domestic partnership. (not with her, though) Just enough commitment without overbearing duty. Nahhh. I just don't want to think about marrige right now; but if a Darcy came charging out of the morning fog with a huge diamond, I would not say no.

The show I'm obsessing over now is I Survived on the Biography Channel. Sure, it makes me terrified of the world in general and anxiously suspicious of the strangers around me, but it's a small price to pay to know how to outsmart a gunman.....or mountain lion.

Maybe I'm wrong....

Ladies, if you text pictures of yourself to a guy who already has a gul.....I find that offensive and slutty.

Just saying.

Unlinked ideas.

I bought a donut yesterday and ate it today. That's not something I would recommend.

ALSO, I received a letter in the mail today from the county. I didn't get that sweet library job. However, I found out it was on the other side of Sumter, so I would have more than likely declined the offer at any rate.

I just need something to do.So far the Disney movies I've been watching, though distracting, have only served to making me cry at the end of each one.

Don't ask me how.

The thing about people being envious, of let's say me, (though I'd be jealous of me if I were someone else) is that it's not the healthiest thing ever.

I understand that when you wake up in the morning I'll still be prettier, smarter, thinner, more educated, morals still intact, and all around better than you, but that doesn't mean that people should take the anger they have in their heart and twist it around to others.

There's not even specific people this can apply to. But most assuredly 90% of the population is full of malice to others and cupidity for attention.

This morning I got all of my hair cut off. I mean, that stuff is gone. Usually when girls say "omg, I totally cut all my hair!" it's either: a.) 6 inches off from your nasty azz long hair that went past your shoulders. b.) Is now one length and just as disgusting. c.) Kind of layered, but awkward and doesn't compliment your face.

No no. None of that. I mean, the only thing longer than 3 inches is a small part of the back that goes down to right where my neck ends and two pieces in the front that dad say look like sideburns. Creepy, huh.

I like having flaming red and blinding platium hair. I like having it super short and then awkwardly medium. It's just what I do.

Go take a bath.

I do not read enough for my own good. Taking on 5+ books at the time is not a smart venture, since I finish halfway and pile more books onto that.

Not sure if I've graduated college yet, since my diploma hasn't come in the mail. LSCC wants me back. They can forget it. Thinking about graduation is like an inevitable break up--why do anything extra when you can just get it over with? Unless that person is really good at making out. However, schools don't make out, so I suppose that's a flawed simile.

Contemplating on going to Daytona Beach on Friday to visit Elya. I haven't been to D.B. since 11th grade, and that was 4 years ago. Yes, I'm old. As if I haven't been out of the house enough lately, either. I'm sure I'll grow tired of it eventually.

List of shhh to do within the next 7 months:

- Get better at guitar

- Memorize every chord progression ever

- Read at least 40+ more books

- Figure out a university sometime

- Get a job or start hooking

- Stay moderately single

That last one is the hardest. Dang.

Lauren, you whore

I realize everyone is going for this, but maybe jumping on a trend is what I need to do more often. God knows that's precisely the reason I hate pizza.

Marianna still sucks. 11 years away from this hell hole has made me figure out I dig Central Florida better than any other place I've been to---minus Hawaii, but come on. That's just because I want to marry Duane Lee Chapman.

Catherine and I, after seeing a "Taken" movie trailer, can not figure out the difference between Liam Neeson and Ralph Fiennes.....







Don't even front like they aren't the same person. Have they ever been in a movie together? Because that would simply confuse me.