tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60996672011-04-21T16:59:09.547-07:00The AvocadoIt's good for youJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comBlogger1051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-42171407262456053732007-05-15T21:47:00.000-07:002007-05-15T22:12:25.393-07:00Overheard in Rogers VideoA young male employee processes the two DVDs I brought to the counter while his colleague discusses their plan to see a movie that night."Why don't you bring your friend?" she asks, and it's obvious that she means a female friend."No, I don't like her.""Oh come on! You should bring her."I stop paying attention to their conversation until I'm almost out the door and I hearJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-33944000045085458982007-02-21T23:17:00.000-08:002007-02-21T23:33:15.460-08:00Time magazine reports that the state of waking up in the morning is so stressful for our bodies that "many heart attacks occur between 6am and 8am."Just in case your mornings aren't stressful enough, you can now wake up to a bomb threat. Introducing DANGER BOMB CLOCK, the clock that wakes you up with the sound of an explosion, and features three wires that must be connected in the right sequence Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-38706364801979691712007-02-20T13:50:00.000-08:002007-02-20T14:26:29.748-08:00You know what I really need?THIS IS WHAT I NEED:Meet Clocky, the alarm clock that runs away and hides when you don't wake up. You get one chance to wake up, but if you snooze, Clocky jumps off the nightstand and runs away.Now, this is what happenes to alarm clocks on my nightstand:So Clocky has better run fast.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-18447845769150544142007-02-04T15:42:00.000-08:002007-02-04T15:47:25.653-08:00iTunes is a Terrible MotherMy iTunes has trouble recognizing my iPod, and this has been going on for quite a while. There's no pattern to when it will recognize it and when it won't. I've read all the articles on apple.com, and I've tried troubleshooting my own way, which involves restarting iTunes and unplugging the iPod.You know what this is equivalent to? This is equivalent to a mother not Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-37501375845728593222007-01-05T22:41:00.000-08:002007-01-05T23:38:09.107-08:00lI'm sitting in my living room right now, and even though only three walls lead to the outside the wind sounds like it's gushing past all four sides. At one point it was so loud and forceful that I feared for the structure of my house.I checked the weather network, and sure enough:Wind warning for:Greater VancouverWEST WINDS UP TO 70 KM/H NEAR THE WATER OF GREATER VANCOUVER AND OVER FRASER VALLEYJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-73726669189737410952006-12-30T01:26:00.000-08:002006-12-30T01:35:52.125-08:00So, it's been a while. 20 months to be exact.Some housekeeping things:The old email (avocado_the@yahoo.com) no longer works. I checked so infrequently that Yahoo decided to shut me down. I'm now with Gmail (avocado.the@gmail.com), which is a lot cooler, and I set it up so that it forwards to my everyday email.This site is a big mess. All the ads, links, and random groups and notifiers need to go.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-63383912316891523972006-12-30T00:44:00.000-08:002006-12-30T01:26:00.269-08:00I got my first electric toothbrush last week.I've wanted to try one ever since I became an obsessive plague remover many years ago, but my dentist is of the opinion that you can achieve a better clean with a regular toothbrush. She claimed that if you're doing the motions yourself, it's easier to feel around the edges and successfully brush your 'trouble' spots, i.e. in between teeth, and around Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-36602270772681960962006-12-28T13:31:00.000-08:002006-12-28T21:04:31.612-08:00Tea Bags are SO Last YearIt's all about tea leaves and tea infusers now!Note: Behind the tea maker you can see a bowl of dough. I'm baking bread using an amazing recipe I found online. My first time was extremely successful. I'll share the secrets with you soon.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1114533590888572102005-04-26T09:38:00.000-07:002005-04-26T09:39:50.890-07:00Dear Sir or Madam:I am applying for the park leader position. I would love to have the opportunity to work with kids, especially the younger ones, because they take directions better and are easier to intimidate. As you can see from my resume, I have had a variety of experiences working with kids, and I have learned valuable skills from those experiences, such as which poop jokes make the kids Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1110652937314112702005-03-12T10:08:00.000-08:002005-03-12T15:27:41.450-08:00Hanging in ThereAs you may have noticed, you devastatingly wonderful readers, The Avocado is on a hiatus. Things are a little hectic right now, and just so you don’t check back here all the time hoping for some kind of miracle post, I thought I'd tell you that there will be no updates until the end of April. Before I go, I'd like to pay my deepest condolences to Socar Myles, who lost her friend Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1108837447207403362005-02-19T10:20:00.000-08:002005-02-19T10:50:19.566-08:00Like Mace, but Without the DamageI’m not a shopper. I go only when I must, like when I run out of moisturizer. Last weekend I went to purchase underwear, and as planned, I finished in less than fifteen minutes after arriving at the mall. This is where I’m embarrassed to admit that I did not go straight home. I wandered. I walked around the mall at ten in the morning, when the only other customersJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1106028594758846582005-01-17T22:08:00.000-08:002005-01-20T10:06:48.086-08:00I was writing something in the style of a letter, with a ‘Dear so-and-so” opening, and when I hit enter, my computer stopped responding. It started again four seconds later with a paper clip appearing at the corner of my screen. It had a speech box that said, “It looks like you’re writing a letter” and it raised its eyebrows like it was flirting with me.
Dear Mr. Flirty Paperclip:
Thanks for Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1105766541290598912005-01-14T21:21:00.000-08:002005-01-14T23:30:24.046-08:00“If I keep my mouth open long enough, maybe my saliva will freeze” – the author of this website
Last week, I don’t remember the date, my father said something to me as I walked down to the kitchen for breakfast in the morning. I’m not very alert in the morning, or ever, for that matter, and did not understand what he was saying. I answered, “Yes” because that is what one does. He repeated what Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1105341343258510182005-01-09T23:13:00.000-08:002005-01-09T23:18:29.243-08:00I was born in December in an area that reached the minus double digits in winter. Whenever people in Vancouver donned toques and mittens in mild weather and complained about the cold, I would scoff. I never wore scarves and other head warming gear, I could handle the cold. Besides, I found them scratchy. So when reports indicated that Vancouver was having an unusually cold winter, and when peopleJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1104867927690158362005-01-04T11:39:00.000-08:002005-01-04T11:52:59.016-08:00My heart goes out to all the people who are suffering in Asia, and to the people who are miles away from their loved ones and fear the worst. To the people who have lost ones close to them, I am grieving with you, and my heart aches when I see the suffering and the pain. I am praying for all of you, for those of you here who are unable to reach out to family in Asia, and for those in the affectedJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1104613210981645982005-01-01T13:15:00.000-08:002005-01-01T13:34:33.013-08:00 I just woke up, and I’m currently eating Haagen-Dazs ice cream out of the container with a butter knife. First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR. It’s the first time I’ve said that all week, and it feels weird because I talked to hundreds of people last night (I was selling souvenirs) and I don’t remember saying happy New Year. When I saw my parents this morning, I said, “Wanna see the toque I got?” and Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1104520952966635532004-12-31T11:20:00.000-08:002004-12-31T12:03:44.850-08:00Happy New Year
And so it has crept up on us again. The day some people dread, the day others love. What will you be doing on New Years Eve? Will you be parading drunkenly around town, telling yourself that next year, you’ll work harder, that next year, you’ll love harder, that next year, you’ll love yourself? Will you look back at 2004, at its triumphs and its failures, its pains and scars?
I Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1104469959220302942004-12-30T22:11:00.000-08:002004-12-30T22:54:12.133-08:00Hallmark, you kill me.
I don’t know what it is about certain brands and the notions people get about their supposed superiority. I have always thought that Hallmark was the manufacturer of everything associated with gifts. Years of Hallmark-this, Hallmark-that, receiving cards with the original brand crossed out and replaced with a handwritten Hallmark (a joke perhaps?), and commercials of Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1104297288177156212004-12-28T21:13:00.000-08:002004-12-28T21:30:45.043-08:00Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve began like any other day. Woke up embarrassingly late, had breakfast, did nothing to benefit the world at large, et cetera. The most exciting thing that happened in that period was probably the little playful fight I had with my brother. Nobody was hurt, but a coat hanger was broken. It wasn’t until a little after lunch that I became fully conscious of the fact that Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1103918708707687552004-12-24T12:04:00.000-08:002004-12-24T12:08:47.633-08:00I recently heard a Christmas song by Christina Aguilera. Listening to the lyrics, the song seemed like quite the joyful Christmas song: about love, presents under the tree, going home for Christmas. Happy, right? Not the way she sang it. If you don’t understand any English, you’d think someone was trying to rip a baby from her womb. She sang in her usual deep throated, almost grunt-like style, Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1103832197212421272004-12-23T22:56:00.000-08:002004-12-23T23:05:09.800-08:00Naps, Why You Should Stay Away From Them, and Why the Holidays are Great
When you're lying awake at two in the morning, unable to fall asleep because you took a nap in the afternoon (see title), you do not panick and worry about how this will affect your performance at school tomorrow. Instead, you turn on the lamp, wait for your eyes to adjust to the brightness, reach down to the floor and Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1103755879329473382004-12-22T14:47:00.000-08:002004-12-22T14:55:05.916-08:00Not too long ago I had mentioned to some lengths about a particular camping trip I went on and the unusual mosquito bites that resulted. I know it’s annoying for me to bring that up again, and you may all commence groaning now. I am bringing this up again because I actually went to see a dermatologist about the bites, because they were not healing and the scars looked frighteningly permanent.
Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1103703076044640612004-12-21T23:17:00.000-08:002004-12-28T21:38:45.253-08:00Potluck Dinner
I just returned from a potluck dinner at an old friend’s house. We used to be neighbors and haven’t seen each other in many years. When I first received the invitation I surprised myself by accepting, because I’m not one to attend dinners slash parties slash social events. The friend sent me a little description of the evening’s events, and I dutifully read it over, because I didnJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1103526900331455362004-12-19T23:13:00.000-08:002004-12-20T20:01:56.990-08:00All I Want for Christmas is You!
It was November 29th, November as in the month before December, and I was buying yogurt at Safeway. Did you know they sell the fruit-on-the-bottom style yogurt in KIWI? How unbelievably exciting is that? I know I was pretty excited, and that I almost fell into the cooler because I was so excited.
Anyway. I was in Safeway, and the usual elevator music was playingJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1103439899224972392004-12-18T23:04:00.000-08:002004-12-18T23:13:39.296-08:00 Just look at his tiny feet! If you lift up his skirt, you can see his underwear too.
Now I have two Spongebob dolls! They have a lot of fun together.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1103354385101686462004-12-17T23:02:00.000-08:002005-01-15T22:41:10.546-08:00Promises, promises
It has been brought to my attention that I had made promises earlier about recounting another incident of the Wetting of the Pants and posting pictures of the Room Rearrangement Process. I apologize for the delay, and blame it on the apple sauce that I have been consuming too much of lately. Regarding the pictures, I will need to solve some technical problems first. It’s not Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1103267051921459672004-12-16T23:01:00.000-08:002004-12-16T23:07:09.126-08:00Taking the bus home I sat an aisle across from a man speaking to an older man in the row in front. The younger man was talking in an animated manner, receiving the occasional grunts and nods from the man in front, who was facing the front of the bus. It seemed like the man was talking to himself. After a while, it became obvious that he was.
The man sat in a sprawled fashion, taking up parts of Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1103090580594471312004-12-14T22:03:00.000-08:002004-12-16T12:57:46.516-08:00
I just came back from the Festival of Lights at VanDusen Botanical Garden, and it was quite spectacular. Strings of tiny lights covered everything, speakers played Christmas music, and there was a light show in the middle of a tiny lake. The dancing lights were synchronized to the rhythm of the music, their multicolored flickers illuminating the dark water. The endless stream of Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1101442109561481842004-11-25T20:06:00.000-08:002004-11-25T20:15:14.666-08:00http://rhee.dakindesign.com/
Such hilarity.
I'm definitely having second thoughts about posting pictures of myself on the internet. I wasn't planning on doing it anytime soon, but who knows, there might be an occasion that calls for it. Like, say, 'Jenny grows a mustache!' Let's all hope that never, ever, happens.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1101282374412860132004-11-23T23:34:00.000-08:002004-11-23T23:55:16.106-08:00I don't think I have ever laughed so hard at a movie. The Spongebob Squarepants Movie is a masterpiece. 90 minutes of pure fun. The theatre was fuller than usual, and I had to sit next to a little blond girl. When I said "That looks terrible" at the end of a preview, the little girl hissed, "Shush!" Meanwhile, her three-year old sister was wailing like an animal and probably pissing all over the Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1100129422301186372004-11-10T15:09:00.000-08:002004-11-15T22:35:57.360-08:00Little bit less than healthy these days. Breathing not quite through the nose, and speaking/singing/caterwauling in a sort of gross, quasi-nasal, pimp-like way. Usually when I feel a soreness going up my throat I heal myself by overdosing on Vitamin C and it works pretty well. (I don't actually have vitamin C pills lying around the house. I merely consume ridiculous amounts of fruit). Didn't workJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1100036710032172462004-11-09T13:28:00.000-08:002004-11-09T15:23:19.136-08:00...Continued
On Tuesday night I watched various news stations for results on the election and followed live blogging. Live blogging is far more interesting than the news, unless you include Jon Stewart. Late into the evening as the polls became more and more in favor of Bush I could imagine the disappointment in my country and the heavy drinking that was going to ensue. Must Drown The Sorrow! Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1099977130631662312004-11-08T20:53:00.000-08:002004-11-09T13:45:33.096-08:00Not A Political Site
For as long as I can remember, I have always been blissfully ignorant of politics and world affairs. My dad watches the news everyday, we subscribe to TIME, and I'm an avid reader, but I have never made the effort to educate myself on what's happening around the world. Part of that disinterest was due to the difficulty in understanding the news without sufficient knowledge Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1099108791672617772004-10-29T20:59:00.000-07:002004-12-16T12:52:27.710-08:00My mother and brother carved the pumpkins, and being the infinitely supportive daughter and sister that I am, I gave unfailing encouragement, saying things like, "That one looks like my chemistry TA" and "Please don't make pumpkin pie, I like apple ones better."
This one is my chemistry TA
I'm thinking of dressing up and staying at home on Halloween night so I can be a spooky candy giver. Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1098167917856937812004-10-18T23:18:00.000-07:002004-10-18T23:44:08.086-07:00Emergency Post
The Avocado is supposed to be on a hiatus, I know. And I'm supposed to be studying for my midterms. But see, I cannot stop listening to Creed's 'One Last Breath". This can only be done on the computer with my massive headphones on, so alas, I am glued. The guitar riffs that run through the song tug on something inside of me. It renders me motionless and if you watch me you'll see Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1097371214499916042004-10-08T18:01:00.000-07:002004-10-09T21:56:09.336-07:00Jenny Wets Her Pants
Allow me to bring to your attention something that happened to me today. I have ceased to question why things like this happen, why I'm always victim, and why they happen regularly. Nowadays I merely sigh, roll my eyes, examine the damage, and continue like nothing's happened.
I have a bike on campus, and bike from class to class as I'm lazy and biking is fun and relaxing. Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1097115384215543012004-10-06T19:02:00.000-07:002004-10-06T20:20:37.753-07:00I got up at 3:30 am this morning. Let me explain.
The day before was pouring rain, and in addition to the usual effects of rain (like making you wet and making people smelly and in turn making the bus-experience wholly intolerable) it makes me feel extremely worn out. To my utter relief I received a ride home from a friend, though despite escaping the torture that is public transit, I still feltJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1096826314506467052004-10-03T10:58:00.000-07:002004-10-03T11:23:19.446-07:00DROWNING
Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1096152710448896962004-09-25T15:51:00.000-07:002004-10-06T22:04:23.926-07:00Frequenting public bathrooms has exposed me an array of messages and discussions scribbled on the walls and doors of bathroom stalls. I'm not sure about boys, but it seems like girls unleash a lot more than excrement in bathrooms. Traditionally, it's been the place to hang out. The place to talk, the place to giggle, the place to cry. In bathrooms you could see the object of teenage lust adding aJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1096082459851199742004-09-24T20:08:00.000-07:002004-09-25T16:38:15.753-07:00Dinner Table Conversation
Me: "You like the flowers I bought? They're so pretty."
My father: "I feel sorry for them. They were growing happily and now they've been ripped from their roots and made to sit on top of someone's dinner table."
"But see, they were grown with the sole purpose of being pretty in someone's home. They've fulfilled that purpose. You like the vase? I got it today. It's so Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1095740789110504602004-09-20T20:46:00.000-07:002004-09-21T19:43:42.896-07:00A story my mother told me today made me cry. It is about a friend of hers who had an abortion at eight and a half months into her pregnancy.
Before lunch I was having a conversation with my mother about orthodontics and I told her my orthodontist also works with children with clef palets. Somehow the topic shifted to abortions. I talked about what I knew, which was that after a certain period Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1095377789915908672004-09-16T16:35:00.000-07:002004-09-22T20:56:42.203-07:00Launching the Story of the Great Bedroom Makeover
As I had mentioned, rearranging the furniture in my room was one of the things I had planned for August. As plans go, this one was carried through. All I did was go through all the papers (ie applications, letters, brochures, notes) that I've accumulated, throw out most of them, pack the rest in boxes, then move the furniture around. No big Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1095036779976811652004-09-12T17:52:00.000-07:002004-09-12T17:56:33.683-07:00
The writing on the bottom reads The Future Looks Bright.
It's also called Taking My Arteries For A Ride.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1094884158201848122004-09-10T23:22:00.000-07:002004-09-16T21:42:35.276-07:00During the last two weeks of summer, I decided to see a couple of movies. I saw the following, in no particular order:
Big Fish
Collateral
When Sally Met Harry (go ahead, laugh at me)
Lost in Translation
Win a Date with Tad Hamilton! (alright, I'm a loser, okay?)
Le Divorce
Love Actually
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (I held my shit together during the movie, but was a little freaked walking the Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1094770940035408252004-09-09T15:58:00.000-07:002004-09-10T23:04:47.336-07:00Two stories in one day! Like killing two birds with one stone! Like wearing two contacts in one eye! Like sticking two french fries into one nostril! Like...
no.1
After orienation last week, I waited at the bus stop. The bus was already there, so we waited for the bus driver to finsh his coffee, empty his bladder, whatever. There are two kinds of Vancouver buses, the ones with stairs where you Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1094446948789905962004-09-05T22:01:00.000-07:002004-09-05T22:02:48.786-07:00Walking by a used bookstore/coffeeshop I frequent, I glanced in the window and saw the following book on display: "101 nights of GRRREAT Sex!"
I mean, there's great sex and then there's GRRREAT Sex!. It's all about the extra R's and capitals. I think I'll buy that book and give it to a random person on the bus.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1094316113071830182004-09-04T09:34:00.000-07:002004-09-05T12:44:10.386-07:00I know it's awful how long I drag things on for, but I felt the need to write about the bites from my camping trip. I think that everyone deserves to know why my legs look scratched up and infected. Please hold the vomit until this entry ends.
During the two nights of camping I sprayed myself liberally with Off! mosquito repellent despite my lack of faith in it and its cheap expired scented Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1093762224930023162004-08-28T23:43:00.000-07:002004-12-16T19:37:27.046-08:00It's one thing to go camping, grope blindly in the dark for everything, play lots and lots of frisbee, show everyone you meet the insect bites on your leg, get the urge to urinate as soon as you've settled in your sleeping bag, and forget all about basic hygiene, but it's another thing to do that with people you are fond of. For the record, I am very fond of the people I went camping with. It mayJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1092982546115906762004-08-19T22:33:00.002-07:002004-08-21T22:56:44.233-07:00Camping always brings a sudden flow of love and admiration for existence. Many feelings erode over time in the city, but the breathless sense of wonderment and a complete separation from trite worries rush back like falling liquid into my astonished senses. My awe falls into two categories. The close-up and breathable kind, where I can touch and explore the trees, the rocks and the trails. I can Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1092895633903767822004-08-18T23:02:00.000-07:002004-08-18T23:07:13.903-07:00I went on the camping trip, and it was excellent. I shall post pictures soon, but don't hold your breath because it might take me months. A certain incident made me a little angry the night before the camping trip. Angry enough that I wrote angry paragraphs that were almost published here in the Avocado. But lucky for you, my random readers coming here in hopes of seeing pictures of avocados, I Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1092500836431742422004-08-14T09:23:00.000-07:002004-08-15T13:53:03.730-07:00I used to live near Main Street three years ago, and while there, I thought Main Street was the most boring street on earth. I walked on Main frequently, and would always walk north, because I thought shops only existed north of where I lived, and north was where the community center was. In the area between my house and the community center resided approximately eleven antique shops, several Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1092414401599237382004-08-13T09:16:00.000-07:002004-08-13T09:26:41.600-07:00Lindsay Lohan's boobs. WHOA.
They used to be kind of small, somewhere towards the cute side when she used to be cute. But suddenly, they weren't small. They're enormous! I suppose she's still growing, but is that the reason? Her clothing hangs precariously, and keeps you at the edge of your seat because you don't know how long things will remain PG. Her face is so sweet - albeit overloaded with Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1092164508481463302004-08-10T12:00:00.000-07:002004-08-19T11:24:07.723-07:00As I'd mentioned, I finished my exams and have quite a lot planned for August. Among the list of to-do's, I'm still going camping, although physical exertion in the heat amidst mosquitos does not sound so appealing at the moment. Now a note about the exams. I took two RCM exams, and they took place last Friday and Saturday. It always amazes me how a disproportionate large amount of people who Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1091915057601135662004-08-07T14:44:00.000-07:002004-08-10T11:59:53.396-07:00Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1091914952399734542004-08-07T14:42:00.000-07:002004-08-07T14:53:27.560-07:00
My exams are finally over. The pictures are reminders of the last few weeks. I woke up one morning, went to the kitchen for breakfast and my brother asked me, "Do you like what I did to your table?" I went to see, and alas, I would have done that myself had I been in possesion of warning tape. A danger zone indeed.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1091256670618438592004-07-30T23:40:00.000-07:002004-07-31T00:00:09.316-07:00A cat from the neighborhood has wandered inside the house twice in the past week. Since it's hot out and we go in the yard frequently, the door is sometimes ajar and apparently very inviting to cats. So this cat just walks in, scares everyone to death - "A cat in the house! AHH! Come look!" - and gets chased back out. My dad insists that cats carry bugs and are therefore diseased and should be Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1090437283645040402004-07-21T12:07:00.000-07:002004-07-28T12:38:58.776-07:00I've been watching a lot of decorating shows on the W Network lately. I've always liked Candice Olson Divine Design, but I have started to watch shows like House Doctor, Debbie Travis Painted House, and other similar shows. I love the before and after shots and when the owners come in the made-over room for the first time (though I doubt that's the first time, because they can't possibly stay Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1090179723330886452004-07-18T12:37:00.000-07:002004-07-28T12:30:25.426-07:00Have you ever woken up not being able to move a single muscle, and as you lie there trying to decide whether to get up or to go back to sleep, and having trouble with both, you try hard to think back to the night before. Okay so maybe you were up until two in the morning reading some chick lit called BAD BOY, but you woke up late enough, and you don't even remember using your muscles the day Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1090032710809303342004-07-16T19:37:00.000-07:002004-07-28T12:47:46.156-07:00Tonight I had a wonderful barbeque with my family in our backyard. My mother, brother and I went shopping for patties, buns and sauces while my dad prepared the grill at home. We brought a coffee table outside and had watermelon, slices of tomato, cucumber, and lettuce all ready. My dad guarded the grill flipped the burgers every 9 seconds. My four-year old brother got really involved too, Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1089923196024570402004-07-15T13:23:00.000-07:002004-07-30T23:40:04.273-07:00I started taking antibiotics last Thursday, and the bottle had stickers with intructions like "should be taken with PLENTY of water", "take medication on EMPTY STOMACH'', ''do not take dairy products, antacids, or iron preparations within ONE HOUR of this medication'' and ''prolonged or excessive exposure to direct and/or artificial sunlight SHOULD BE AVOIDED''. Since I had to take the pills Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1088896060811656622004-07-03T16:02:00.000-07:002004-07-28T12:38:26.120-07:00I've always rolled my eyes at popscicles with two popsicle sticks. Are some people unable to hold on to it with just one piece of wood? Are we supposed to split it and offer one to our crushes? How nauseating. Besides, once you split it, it's too small to enjoy.
Today I realized the sheer brilliance of 'double' popsicles. My family purchased a box, and though I wasn't a huge fan of the flavor, Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1088745113700242952004-07-01T22:00:00.000-07:002004-07-02T11:45:01.163-07:00Other than being blinder than the average person, there is one bad thing about being an avid reader. Because I have read the works of many great writers, I am familiar with excellent literature and know good writing when I see it. I appreciate flowing sentences and love beautiful prose. When I read the draft of my essay this morning, I knew it was bad. As I said, I know good writing when I see itJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1088377124594905322004-06-27T15:58:00.000-07:002004-06-27T15:59:24.996-07:00The warm weather lifts everyone's spirits up, but for some reason I also find it a little saddening, like something's missing, like I should be missing something; it feels nostalgic. Having spent months trapped underneath the dark and depressing rain, the sun and the warmth it brings are like the hands that open up a cage. The weak animal can barely open its eyes against the harsh sunlight, whichJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1087585369197360372004-06-18T11:55:00.000-07:002004-06-27T11:20:02.936-07:00This site has been receiving an unusually large amount of attention lately. That fact makes me a little uneasy because it means that I have either misdirected google searchers into believing that this site is actually about avocados, or that I have actual, living, faithful readers who expect me to update once in a while. I doubt I can please either crowd. The second group is a little better off, Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1086662227183416092004-06-07T19:23:00.000-07:002004-06-27T11:33:17.110-07:00Sitting here with a cold, drinking mint tea I took from the hotel on Friday. Just like taking shampoo and soap, taking tea is a wonderful experience. Just like hotel shampoo and soap, this tea isn't too pleasant.
I realized a long ago that the condition of my health is directly related to the amount of sleep I get. Proportional, as some like to say. I have disovered long ago that I should neverJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1086323000730902142004-06-03T21:21:00.000-07:002004-06-27T11:32:45.750-07:00I had a great day. After finishing all my exams - well, not the provincials - i decided to give myself a break by going to London Drugs. Now, you ask, what might one do at London Drugs? Well, one can roam the cosmetic area and sample various kinds of powder, sparkly eyeshadow, 'luminous' foundation, and look at a variety of gift bags, which I am always tempted to buy. After that, the real fun Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1086200271362804142004-06-02T11:12:00.000-07:002004-06-02T16:29:36.053-07:00On one of the library computers is a sign with the message: This computer apparently doesn't save to disk. Below that, scrawled in messy capitals, is MAYBE CUZ ITS 30 YRS OLD. My stifled laughter sounded insane in the quiet library, full of the concentrated silence of people rapidly checking their email and hard at work playing pinball. Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1086062001151864542004-05-31T20:40:00.000-07:002004-05-31T21:02:17.683-07:00Blogger keeps changing its look, which, to a person like me who cannot find anything and easily loses concentration is extremely disconcerting. If I need to spend more than a millisecond looking for where to sign in, then the layout sucks. So as you can see, I am posting again. I am doing that because I am very busy. It is obvious that I have a lot of work to do, but my excuse is that I'm Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1085983226456405842004-05-30T22:43:00.000-07:002004-05-30T23:10:02.646-07:00I'm graduating soon. In about a week. I've never really gotten the point of ceremonies. All you do is dress up, prance around in silly (or nice) shoes and have your parents plus everyone else's parents watch you do it. It can be fun, I suppose. Perhaps a formal and elaborate conclusion is necessary before a person can truly 'move on' to another 'stage' in one's life. It would be a little odd to Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1085889210175816712004-05-29T20:38:00.000-07:002004-05-29T21:03:47.696-07:00Yesterday was the graduation breakfast, where teachers cooked greasy bacon and pancakes in the school cafeteria. I ate too much as usual, and felt lethargic (as usual) during math work period so I passed the time being sarcastic and mean to the people around me. I'm kidding. I sat in an unattractive posture and drooled on my math textbok.
The main theme of the grad breakfast, in my opinion, is Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1085293177896864372004-05-22T23:06:00.000-07:002004-05-25T16:41:35.116-07:00I came across Lotus Child's website several months ago and immediately liked the three songs on their site. For the next little while I did my assignments with their music in the background and became very familiar with those three songs. Wanting to see them live, I would often check the news section, but all the appearances were in clubs and venues for the 19 and older. Things were hectic in theJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1084601340764047172004-05-14T22:54:00.000-07:002004-05-23T00:29:29.900-07:00I've always wanted to move away for university, to live in residence, eat cafeteria food, and study in a tiny and poorly furnished room. As I type this, the word 'bohemian' comes to mind, but it isn't that I'm attracted to. Living on your own sounds so exciting, so boundless in its unprecedented freedom. I know that it's not all fun and games. The responsibilities, the adjustment. But being a Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1084078554126177722004-05-08T21:55:00.000-07:002004-05-08T22:00:24.623-07:00After much confusion and questioning, an agreement was reached and the teacher's strike was called off. I took the mock provincial Monday afternoon, which was a lot shorter than I expected, and didn't tire my hands that much. The essay topic for the last section was along the lines of ''experiences help shape relationships'', for which I wrote a story. It started out great, and I was rather Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1083560392609669722004-05-02T21:59:00.000-07:002004-05-02T22:50:30.326-07:00I spent all of the past two days disinfecting my computer. I spent hours on the phone with four technical assistants in India (one at a time), and scanned my computer for 7 different viruses. Needless to say, I'm going a little blind.
The teacher's union might be striking tomorrow, but nobody is sure if the schools will be open. The School Board's website annouces that there will be no school Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1083279646531339812004-04-29T16:00:00.000-07:002004-05-02T22:38:11.716-07:00I got hit by a bike today.
I was walking home through an elementary school yard, amid an abundance of little kids. I had bought myself fresh kiwi bubble tea from a new bubble tea place with a $3 opening special, so I was happily sipping my drink, and glanced around lazily while I walked. Some kids were playing basketball, some were playing rollerhockey, and some were just running around for no Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1082752506362739282004-04-23T13:35:00.000-07:002004-04-29T10:20:25.606-07:00When I'm sick, I get the rare opportunity see things I don't usually get the chance, or time, to see. For example, I get to observe my room in detail. The dirty socks, the piles of used kleenex, hair, 9 week overdue library books, post-it notes saying things like "CHEM REVIEW'', ''BRING CLEATS'' or ''CLEAN ROOM TOMORROW''. Being sick also calls for frequent trips to the bathroom to wash my hands,Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1081539218552286022004-04-09T12:33:00.000-07:002004-04-18T11:23:21.700-07:00It's April. You all know what that means. Scroll down to the Valentine Special!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1080535280507361852004-03-28T20:41:00.000-08:002004-04-18T11:09:11.903-07:00According to Gender Genie, the author of this blog is male. This author's xanga is also written by a male. I am delighted at the consistency. What caught my attention was the differences in score. According to Gender Genie, my writing is not only male, but it is so male that my male score exceeded my female score by 500. Well.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1079993333703546602004-03-22T14:08:00.000-08:002004-04-18T11:22:48.686-07:00A note to people reaching my site through search words like "pictures of avocados", "what do avocados look like", "pictures of people with braces", etc. If you are looking for pictures, it is wiser to search on Google Images.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1079907966317946502004-03-21T14:26:00.000-08:002004-04-18T11:42:09.700-07:00I was walking to the bus stop today when a girl walking in the opposite direction said to her friend, "Like the girl in front of us." After they walked by me, I turned around to see who they were talking about, but there was nobody behind me, so it must have been me they were referring to. This led to many guesses:
My brother's girlfriend has black hair like the girl in front of us.
I hate Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1076827179912484652004-02-14T22:39:00.000-08:002004-04-18T11:49:30.246-07:00Finally, the moment you have all been waiting for...JENNY'S VALENTINE SPECIAL
In elementary school, the most frequent topic of discussion among girls was boys. Girl A liked Boy B but Boy B liked Girl D but Girl D was a slut said Girl A but it doesn't matter because Girl A likes Boy E instead. Boy E, however, has a sister who is really hot and Girl A is afraid that she will never match up to Boy Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1075445457699037272004-01-29T22:50:00.000-08:002004-04-18T11:52:11.280-07:00I had to have my timetable changed recently. Since it was three months after the course change deadline, I had to bring a letter from home. Like any other letter (ie note for absence), this involves me typing it out and my mother signing it. I am always the one writing letters. This is in no way deceitful of course, for she knows what I am typing, and reads it before signing.
So this 'letter Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1074365690178967932004-01-17T10:54:00.000-08:002004-02-04T19:48:20.326-08:00Due to the recent discovery of my site in USDAFOODS as well as numerous hits with the search word avocados, the time has come to be educational and teach fellow readers about avocados and exactly why they are good for the body.
Having been born with the tendency to be lazy, I will give you links instead of actual information. Well, maybe I'll give you a little information.
Avocados are Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1074310891432239022004-01-16T19:41:00.000-08:002004-01-16T22:40:34.560-08:00Recently, people have found my site through google searches for "arithmetic sequence"+ exciting and braces are ugly. Some people have such odd fascinations. The first person - the one who finds arithmetic sequences 'exciting' - has yet to learn about geometric sequences. I expect google searches for "geometric sequence + MIND BLOWING" in the near future. Sequences rock my socks. Speaking of socksJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1074235776511436992004-01-15T22:49:00.000-08:002004-01-16T20:06:53.263-08:00Coming soon: February's Valentine Special!
Don't miss this special event!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1073849992481267852004-01-11T11:39:00.000-08:002004-01-11T18:26:09.730-08:00I couldn't sleep last night. It may have been due to the long nap I took in the afternoon, but I went to bed late enough to make sure I fall asleep quickly. Not the case. I lay there, with my eyes closed, and realized suddenly that I can't remember Shakespeare's first name. What's Shakespeare's first name? Felix? No, that's Mendelssohn first name. I know! It's BILL. Bill Shakespeare. It doesn't Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1073612853713537032004-01-08T17:47:00.000-08:002004-01-08T18:23:29.843-08:00We met on a fine, fine day. The warmth of the sun enveloped us like a soft, warm blanket, and the gentle breeze brushed our shoulders like a cool, smooth, hand. Our eyes found each other and as we gazed deeply into each other's being, something stirred within us. It was sight at first love. No, I mean, it was first love at sight. First sight at love! Um, nevermind.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1086582483865608812004-01-06T21:06:00.000-08:002004-06-27T11:31:56.943-07:00The warm weather lifts everyone's spirits up, but for some reason I also find it a little saddening, like something's missing, like I should be missing something; it feels nostalgic. Having spent months trapped underneath the dark and depressing rain, the sun and the warmth it brings are like the hands that open up a kitten's cage. The weak animal can barely open its eyes against the harsh Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1073438566913650102004-01-06T17:22:00.000-08:002004-01-06T20:16:35.610-08:00My new year's resolution is 600 x 800. Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1073270878366915342004-01-04T18:47:00.000-08:002004-02-08T16:30:48.403-08:00I have just realized that I spend a lot of time in front of mirrors staring at my teeth. Or more precisely, my braces. My braces and my teeth. Whatever. This started a month prior to orthodontist treatment, when I would stare disapprovingly at my crooked teeth, trying different smiles to see which one looked the best. I thought I had an ugly smile, which is quite rare and not exactly a good thingJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1073179648235951712004-01-03T17:27:00.000-08:002004-04-09T12:41:00.733-07:00Psh. Yeah right.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1072900577444210092003-12-31T11:56:00.000-08:002004-01-03T14:43:12.310-08:00The University of Waterloo is located on University Avenue in Waterloo City.
You know that's funny.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1072847928704768522003-12-30T21:18:00.000-08:002003-12-30T23:33:02.390-08:00I decided today, after finishing another book, to look at the packages I received from the universities. They were sent to me more than a month ago, and since then, I've opened them, took out the "Thank you Jenny, for applying to..." letters, put them back again without reading them, and took them out again two weeks ago and read through the whole thing. They do not make for very exciting readingJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1072336323939560902003-12-24T23:12:00.000-08:002003-12-28T21:31:59.960-08:00Since it has been what people call 'Christmas time' - made all too obvious by catchy and ubiquitous tunes, obese men in red suits screaming such obscenities as 'HO HO HO', commercialized items representing this particular 'holiday', and enough blinking lights and bright wrapping paper to blind the average eye - I have decided to write a little about the festivities that occur around this time andJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1071984620534876002003-12-20T21:30:00.000-08:002003-12-20T21:36:17.583-08:00Valuables
When asked to put things down as a desposit, most people will put down their car keys, credit cards, cell phones, or children. Me, I put down my bus pass. Why? BECAUSE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT.
Somebody buy me a car. Please.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1071540504761918792003-12-15T18:08:00.000-08:002003-12-20T21:17:49.146-08:00One can never underestimate the ability of a simple sign or advertisement to make you chuckle for hours, or to drive you completely mad. I saw one of those today and I'm not sure which one of the effects it is having on me. Maybe both. The following poster was seen in a spa window:
Christmas Spa package! The perfect gift for a friend or for yourself!
$45 One Pedicure!
One Manicure!
Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1070780554477359902003-12-06T23:02:00.000-08:002005-02-20T15:08:33.313-08:00I am sure everybody was waiting for this:Part twoThe night of the previous entry, I performed for the first time on the cello. Although my orchestra made several grievous and quite noticable mistakes, I had a great time and found it to be an incredible experience. I love the cello. Performing is always nerve-wracking, especially if one performes for the first time on a new instrument. I was Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1070519804175256632003-12-03T22:36:00.000-08:002003-12-06T23:08:07.293-08:00This entry will take place in two parts
Part one:
Today was so interesting it's worth writing about, though not necessarily worth reading about. It started with, surprise, the alarm clock, followed by an exuberant me jumping off the bed in anticipation of the new day. Just kidding. I did the usual, ate breakfast, put my cello into the trunk, and got dropped off at school by my dad. CBC played aJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-1070431480042760472003-12-02T22:04:00.000-08:002003-12-03T22:41:23.350-08:00As strange as this may sound, I enjoy going to the orthodontist. I've never dreaded going before, but I have recently discovered how much - for lack of a better word - fun I have when I'm there. My orthodontist is a great woman, and all her assistants have an awesome sense of humor. I love talking to them, though I usually do that with my mouth wide open and with metal objects inside.
I'm alwaysJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099667.post-10702470797970122003-11-30T18:51:00.000-08:002003-12-01T18:56:11.453-08:00I did a google search for my site today and one result turned up. To my complete surprise, somebody somewhere somehow discovered my site out of the blue. This person, who we'll call Kh, wrote this on one of his/her blog entries:
http://symphonicprose.blogspot.com/
this person's blog's really interesting. keep the url there to read back. interesting. though i think th eperson, whoever he/she is,Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17027812551887682010noreply@blogger.com