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21.January.02
crappy is me. i feel like shit and i don't have the time to be sick this week. this sucks ass. also, whatever show is on the tv right now keeps playing that song "halleluiah." that's a good thing. forget it, i'm going to bed.
-- jodi : 09:21 pm :link: i dare you
ok, i am pretty sure that new e-crush Ben is the seperated at birth twin of my college crush Jeff Johnson (you have to scroll to find him. i'm sorry. it's well worth the effort).kinda weird, huh?
-- jodi : 07:57 pm :link: i dare you
i've been living in this humble abode for nearly 3 years, have had the same phone number for three years and yet i still have to dig out the phonebook and look up the phone number to call to get my voice mail.this means one of two things. 1.) i'm a doofis or 2.) i don't get enough voice mail.
-- jodi : 06:43 pm :link: i dare you
my uterus continues to ruin my day. and just you don't even begin to complain about all my complaining, it's my biological right to get this way once a month.so there.
in other news, there really is no other news. i don't have to work at the bowling alley tonight. so i am going to go home and get all lumplike on the couch. i might even watch a movie that is not "almost famous." but i wouldn't count to heavily on that.
tomorrow i have to go car shopping, if i had my choice i much rather go somewhere and get a frontal lobotomy with a spork. but i don't have a choice. i am gonna add that to the list of future-husband rules, "must take care of all car stuff." that's not too heinous of a rule is it?
the saving grace of the day? it's jeff buckley day in the new year's resolution. that makes me happy. because jeff buckley was amazing. even promo-joe here at work thinks grace might have been one of the best records ever realeased. i can't say i disagree with him.
-- jodi : 01:27 pm :link: (4) dared 20.January.02
ready for my close-up is over at backwash if you wanna read it.
-- jodi : 10:22 pm :link: i dare you
if i didn't have future plans for it, i'd surely rip my uterus out with a rusty fork right now.also, the golden globes have been sorta boring tonight. even though i did cry when kevin spacey made a toast to the dearly departed ted demme.
-- jodi : 09:41 pm :link: i dare you
well, i am off to the alley of bowl. i think i will have pizza for my lovely brunch. maybe i'll bring the lap top and bang out some stuff for your kiddies to read. or maybe i'll work on a new book review for whet mag. in the meantime, i updated my new year's resolution.
-- jodi : 10:46 am :link: (2) dared
i woke up in a panic this morning because i couldn't figure out what day it was.it was one of those going from dead sleep to sitting straight up in bed in 1.3 seconds, your heart racing and begining to sweat a little. i sat there in bed and couldn't deduce the day of the week. i knew it wasn't saturday, that much i could dismiss because for some reason i was poisitive i hadn't worked at the bowling alley last night.
i had mostly convinced myself it was thursday when i put on my glasses to see what time it was. it was nine o'clock and i jumped out of bed paniced that i was gonna be super late to work. i tossed on a t-shirt and some underpants and went in search of the phone to call my boss.
luckily i had to look her number up on the computer. out of curiosity, i moused over the time in the bottom corner of oberon's screen and it said sunday.
SUNDAY! let's hear it for sunday.
of course at this point i've been much too active and have too much adrenaline running through my veins to go back to sleep. so here i sit.
i've gotta work at the bowling alley today and i am none too thrilled about it.
sisters #2-4 got mom and dad some weekend trip away for christmas. they were supposed to cover their absence at the bowling alley. but since sister #3 gave birth to the peanut on monday she isn't expected to work. since sister #2 and her husband, stinky, covered all day yesterday. that leaves sister #4 to cover today until the folks get home. since sister #4 is a wussy, she can't do it herself and i have to help.
i am not sure how this works out in the giant book of fairness. i know, that it is like #28,217 in the giant book of not fair. my revenge will be making sister #4 deal with the bratty, brat, brats who are coming in for a party at 1.
in other news i've realized that the longer i make an entry the less likely anyone is to read it. so i can bury all sorts of stuff in these long entries and never have to deal with the consequences. of course i have nothing to say right now at the end of this long entry. but well, i just need to remember it for future reference.
also, is it just me or do the strokes remind anyone else of the replacements?
-- jodi : 09:57 am :link: (4) dared 19.January.02
ok, here's the rules future mr. jodi chromey:
- if i cook, you gotta do the dishes and put the leftovers away
- if you cook, i'll do the dishes and put the leftoevers away
- you have to take out the garbage, all the time
- you will understand implicitly why my eyes water with embarrassment for scott hamilton as he skatedances to james brown on some cheesy olympics preshow thing
- you gotta make good guacamole
umm, i think that is all. in the meantime, i have to do the dishes and put the leftovers away.
-- jodi : 09:58 pm :link: (1) dared
the night spreads out before me with absolutely nothing of any importance to do. maybe i'll read the vagina monologues. i will most definitely be watching SNL with host jack black and musical guest the strokes.chances are i'll be rotating glasses, since i got not one, but two new pair of swanky glasses today.
most likely i'll be finishing up my valentines. it should be great fun.
if you feel you are worthy of my love tell me why and maybe you can have one.
-- jodi : 06:37 pm :link: (2) dared
it seems someone has been giving poor jo unending shit about allegedly "stealing" designs.for some reason this reminds me of my advanced creative writing class. in that class i wrote some really, really, really lame poem about a girl haunted by the mail. yeah, i never claimed to be a poet (even though i tried my damndest to be one). at one point i used the line, "more a father than a lover."
professor peg wrote on my poem that "more a father than a lover" was actually a quite famous line by a quite famous poet whose name i cannot remember and who i'd never heard of.
i was mortified, then the delectable tom, who i had a crush on said something to the effect that good writers copy, great writers steal.
and i just blushed.
i just tried to find the poem that i had written in the big book of bad writing, and i couldn't find it. i did find this and a bunch of other stuff like, "Image of Black Manhood: Reactions to Malcolm X," "Thoreau and Civil Disobedience," "Setting the Color Line a Review of The Souls of Black Folk," "Dick and Jane, Shirley and Pecola's Role in The Bluest Eye".
yeah, some good stuff there.
-- jodi : 11:04 am :link: i dare you
you know, despite how things appear in this journal, i really do try to put on a brave face for most everyone i know. people who know me think of me as sunny, optimistic, supportive, sweet and other sorts of boring things that go along with personalities like mine.really, i am just very good at hiding the negative. burying it deep down inside and not talking about it. because if people don't know, then they don't think it's there. people really don't pay enough attention to me to realize i am depressed, unless i come out and say it. well, either they don't pay enough attention or i am just really that good at hiding it. i am not sure which one is more true.
so i got stood up tonight by ray. that in and of itself i could have handled. i've been stood up before and i'm sure i'll be stood up again. while the rudeness of such behavior does kinda jerk my chain, really i just worry mroe than anything. you know? just hope everything is all right and that it was just his carelessness that kept him from the date and not something tragic.
but then the other shoe dropped. one i was not prepared for.
it's one of those situations where you have a friendboy and he's just a friendboy that you like. he makes you laugh and you get along famously. you commiserate over your singlehood and sorta flirt with maybe you and him being something more. but then you are both much too chicken to take the first step so he just sorta stays being your friendboy and what not.
but then the friendboy gets home after a date and feels the need to tell you all the wonderful details and your just so damn jealous you want to cry.
you want to scream and cry and say mean things to him. but really, you have no right to be angry and/or jealous. because he's not yours, you don't own him. but somehow that doesn't make sense at the time so instead your just all cold and unresponsive hoping he'll pick up on it and catch the drift.
but he doesn't.
so then you just fall a little deeper into your lonely friday night hole. just deep enough where you are pretty sure that nobody is going to find you and that nobody will even notice that you are missing, down there in the dark all alone and scared and crying.
then you just get upset at yourself for crying and carrying on like a big baby because you have no reason on earth to be sobbing like this. because you had your chance, more than ample opportunity to make things different between you and he and you didn't because you're a fucking chicken.
well, i am in one of those situations. and of course, i put on the brave face and was all nicey nice to friendboy about dategirl. encouraging and happy. because i am a liar. now i think i will go to bed and cry myself to sleep.
-- jodi : 12:12 am :link: (2) dared 18.January.02
it seems they have messed with the 105 radio station on my dial again.it's a long saga. first it was rev which i loved with all my college girl heart then they made it heavey metal, then they made it Zone 105 which wasn't the rev but would do, then they made it into some crap soul station and now its DRIVE 105 and i must admit it's rockin' this suburb.
on my way home from the bowling alley tonight i heard, the mighy mighty bosstones, inxs, paul westerberg and songs that i could sing along with but didn't know who sang. i was digging it muchly.
-- jodi : 11:41 pm :link: (1) dared
i just ate pad thai leftovers from lunch. it's so hot that my lips are burning. i'm pretty sure my brain is metling and leaking out my nose and this is the mediumstuff. when you order the pad thai at Na's they ask if you want mild, medium or hot. since i am ubertough i got the medium. i think the hot would cause someone to spontaneously combust.in other news, i have the best, best, best boss in the entire world. sandy rules. one of my co-workers has been driving me absolutely batty. she's snooty, lazy and irritating. today both sandy and i had enough. venting to her made me feel roughly 294,592 times better.
i just don't understand how a 30-year-old woman can think it's ok to play solitaire or do online word finds all day. i screw off as much or more than the next person, but i at least have the decency to fake busyness. sandy, our boss, has told her gobs of times to cut it out and yet she continues.
blech.
i need to stop talking shop. i just wanted to hand out some mad props to my supery-dupery bosslady.
-- jodi : 11:01 pm :link: i dare you
i got stood up tonight. perhaps i should have showered.
-- jodi : 10:31 pm :link: (2) dared
