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So, Becca helped me set up a new blog. And by helped, I mean she set the whole thing up. THANKS, BECCA! Thanks to those of you who signed up for Vox so you can comment! I'm sorry to complicate your lives and fill your inbox! The thing about this new one is that Becca made it and that's cool because she's cool. Also, ANYONE can comment. You don't need to sign up for a thing. Not one thing. The best part is, I can link EVERYONE I WANT to link on the blog roll. I don't have to be choosey like I do here.
Win-win-win x infinity.
In case you didn't see that I linked it, it's at www.instantnostalgia.net/jmarms. There, you will see a lot of my old entries from this blog (THANKS, BECCA). Ignore that they all say they were written yesterday. I may be nuts, but I'm not that nuts!
Okay. So I think the person I dedicate most of my entries to here is Cary. But, Rami Raff, this is for you! Rami, or Ramold, or Dramold, told me that he checks this blog every day and, unfortunately, I don't update as often as he would like. I am making a solid attempt though. For real. Sometimes I just don't think I have anything good to say.
ANYWAY.
My friend, Becca, has a really wonderful blog. I would link it but Vox won't let me add more links. This is one of the many reasons I think I'm going to make a tumblr. Sorry, Erica! I do appreciate you joining this site just for me though. Don't think that has gone unnoticed. So Becca's blog, plus minus: 2 girls 1 blog is kind of amazing. She and her friend divide things by +: things they like, -: things they don't like, +/-: things they aren't sure if they like, and ?: questions. It's very witty and I agree with a lot of things they +/-/?. Becca is great, okay?
I have heard a lot recently (at least 3 months) that I look like people's friends. I can think of at least three people in NY who have told me that I look like a friend of theirs. If you think I look like someone else, who is it? Only tell me if they're cool, okay? Thanks. I don't need to hear about looking like people you don't like. That will not make me happy.
Hey, look at my cousin's cat. This made me laugh for the longest time. We should make an LOLcat caption for it. Y/Y?!
That has been my most used phrase in the last few months. I'm a mess, you guys. A hot mess!!! My room looks like a crazy person lives here. I have more clothes than I have room to store them. Also, there are stacks of CDs, DVDs, books, magazines and other things EVERYWHERE. O hai der post-apocalypse room. I can haz organizashun skilz?
I'm back! I haven't actually gone anywhere. The proper sentence here is that the internet is back. In my apartment, that is. I know you're ecstatic. And by you, I mean one Cary Finkelstein.
Things have been a little crazy. Jacqui and Chris moved to LA, I went into a slight depression about being on the opposite coast as my bestie AGAIN, I tried to make Dan my new bestie and failed, I got offered a full time job that starts sometime, and a mouse didn't get the memo that I got a human roommate and decided to move in. What a life. You know what else happened? I made a muxtape! To continue the dinosaurs theme, it's called jennisaurus.muxtape.com. I'm not sure if it's entirely representative of how I feel about music, but it's there!
I had such a long conversation with my youngest sister tonight. She's 13 and really adorable. Sometimes I forget that she's not a small child anymore and it totally freaks me out. She has a boyfriend, you guys. What?! I don't even have a boyfriend. I don't have boyfriends. Just crushes on EVERY BOY, apparently. This girl has her stuff together. And she is a dancer. I can't dance. I just jump around awkwardly. Also, she is super cute and tan and has NO FRECKLES. If you know me at all you know that while, yes, I am adorable, I am definitely not tan and definitely super freckley. Where is this girl from?
Okay, well I have run out of things to say. I'm thinking of giving up on this thing and going for a tumblr account. That will make this the third (?) blog that I have started and given up on. I'm kind of a quitter though. That's something you should know about me, before this goes any further. I'm glad we're finally on the same page.
That's kind of the best reason to do anything. ANYTHING. I will excuse most things if a cute boy tells me that I'm pretty. Oh no. I've said too much.
I went to South by Southwest. I wrote a huge thing about it and then my computer went crazy and I lost every witty thing I said and I can't remember it all. True, I did attempt to write about it DAYS ago, but whatever. So I saw a lot of bands and drank a lot of free beer. A lot. I have a crush on like 5 thousand of our clients. I am maybe kind of inappropriate. Although, I do have about 2 thousand crushes on non-clients. So that's cool, right?
I had a lot of clever things to say but I just don't have the energy. I just don't want my most current words to be so Debbie Downer. This is probs the most noteworthy thing here: I added a new link to my friend Laura's blog. It's called Follow That Ostrich. Don't get confused- it's not actually about ostriches. Laura is smart and knows a lot about music. She also seems to see tons of celebrities. Oh, LA.
Maybe I'll post some photos of my current band crushes soon.
So I got mugged last night/this morning. I'm okay. A little sad and vulnerable and feeling dumb, but I'll be fine. I was walking home from the train after a long but fun night at Andy's birthday party. All I wanted was to be home and sleeping but that was just not the plan the universe had for me. A guy said he needed money for food and was kicked out of his shelter and whatever, and I was tired and it was cold and I felt bad. So as I reached into my purse to get him a dollar, he demanded I give him my wallet. "Are you serious?" was the only thing I could manage to say as he tried to grab it out of my hand, causing my last 3 dollars to spill onto the street. He backed off and let me run ahead for a second. As he tried to catch up to me, I pulled out my phone screaming "Please stop, I'm calling the police." Instead of going for my sad little wallet that he managed to break, he took my phone. As I was fighting to not lose my grip I kept screaming "Why are you doing this? I was trying to help you!" And with that, he got the phone and ran away.
One of the many things I learned from this situation is that demanding logic and attempting to make your mugger feel bad will not stop him. But if you scream loud enough, someone might call the police for you. They probably will show up 15 minutes after you run home, but at least they tell you they tried when you're filling out the paperwork at 7 in the morning. Also, when that boy you meet earlier in the evening tells you not to talk to strangers as you're leaving the party, don't laugh at him. He's probably right.
I'm trying. I really am. But, I just don't like pets. Having a dog that pees on everything I own doesn't help. I don't really want to talk about it. It's not even my dog. Just know that he's here, and I'm trying my hardest to like him. It's true. So take that, all you haters who think I'm a bad person for not liking animals. Maybe people CAN change! No promises though.
My job is still not working out so great. I mean, the last couple nights were actually not so bad. I got to spend some quality time with a girl I seem to have been working with a lot and she's so sweet and helpful. A lot of people there are super nice. They started calling me Jenny though, and I'm not sure why because I have only introduced myself to them as Jennifer. I think it's weird because only a few people from my childhood call me Jenny, and absolutely none of them are in NYC. Anyway, some people at this restaurant are really ridiculous. I don't want to say they are bad people but they say terrible things. Today I had to listen to a long conversation about whether or not someone was a "faggot." Yeah, they actually used that word. I was shocked! Then, the dude that creeps me out gave me a hard time because he claimed to have seen me "smoking a blunt" outside the freight entrance-- a claim that is patently untrue. He spent the rest of the day asking me if I had "chronic" or a "doobie." Seriously. I can't make this up. Then, he called a customer who didn't tip him enough a "slut." He proceeded to say that he hopes "she gets robbed." Maybe she didn't tip him a lot because he was creepy and instead of being a good server, he was too busy asking me for pot. Just saying.
Can we just talk about American Idol? Tell me why the girl with dead eyes and that Bride of Frankenstein lady who can only do bad Janis Joplin impressions are still there. Yet, that 16 year old girl who looks like my sister's childhood best friend and the other girl with the adorable grandma both are voted off. This is another reason why I don't trust American voters.
There have not been many times in my single life when I curse my not having a boyfriend. I have reached a new low. My new job requires me to wear a tie (in addition to a lot of other heinous uniform type stuff that looks just terrible on me). I don't know how to tie a tie! I did it somehow this morning, but it looked awful and I expected my managers to laugh the second they saw me. They did laugh at me, but not because of the tie. They ridiculed me for my taste in shoes and the largeness of my shirt. I'm sorry that the shirt the company requires only exists in the men's fashion world- a world that is, sadly, too big for me. I'm also sorry that I like Jack Purcells. Converse says they're, "timeless," and I agree. I could not say the same for shoes that look like Crocs. I guess I'm sorry about that. But, not really. I digress. What I am most sorry about is the fact that I don't have a boyfriend who can tie my tie for me. I feel a little pathetic for saying every part of that last sentence.
Oh yeah. I have a new job. I don't want to talk about it.
Yesterday was the worst. I shouldn't have even left the house. Although, it got so much better once the little party in the office started and I drank my problems away while watching music performed by my boss (not at the tie-wearing job), Josh Bloom, and The Terrordactlys. But, excluding those couple hours, yesterday was just so bad. I will not elaborate because I don't really want to relive it.
In other, much happier news, Michael Showalter touched my shoulder. We're practically BFF now, right? I went to see him, Human Giant, Andrea Rosen, and other funny people at Union Hall last weekend with one of the Jenns from fun-work. There's three of us, in case you were wondering. Anyway, Michael Showalter walked near me and I said "hi" and I'm not sure why, but then he said hi back and asked how I was. And we talked for a few seconds and then he patted me on the shoulder or whatever and walked away. I nearly died. Andrea Rosen was wearing the cutest sparkly thingy in her hair. She is adorable.
That's what my boss said yesterday when I received a phone call from a recording of Mitt Romney's wife. Yes, you read correctly. Mitt Romney's wife's prerecorded message called me last night. Another prerecorded representative from Mitt Romney's campaign called me a few hours later. I have no idea why they have my phone number and why they called it TWICE. It's like the time senior year in high school when UC Berkeley sent me two rejection letters. Okay, it's not like that at all because UC Berkeley was a school I kind of wanted to go to. Whatever. I don't get it.
I saw a boy today that I know from the valley, but I didn't even realize he was living in NYC. When we were in high school, I kind of got into trouble once and it was kind of his fault. Seeing him today was a little weird because we totally made eye contact, but he did not recognize me. That, or he pretended not to recognize me. It's okay because I don't even know what I would even say. Running into people is so awkward sometimes. Then, I saw Rob Huebel when I was walking back to work. THEN, when I was waiting for the train, I saw Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick! Crazy, right? But, wait! There's more! On my walk home, Janet sent me a text message with alarming news: Kirsten Dunst is in rehab!!! Whaaaa?! What a cuckoo day.
Be strong, Kiki!
That's my new mantra.
Cary wanted me to update again but I refused because I had nothing to say. But, oh my goodness, you guys. I just watched my first sports game all the way through and it was INTENSE. Of course, I'm talking about the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet.
Just kidding! I watched the Super Bowl. I know how ridiculous that sounds, but it's true. I decided that I would cheer for the Giants because I live in New York now, and because Chris, Jacqui, and my dad wanted them to win. Is it weird to anyone that the Patriots are the New England Patriots? New England is not a state. One of Jacqui's friends brought up that point today and I cannot let it go. Anyway, for my first sports game to watch from start to finish, I'm glad that this was it because it was awesome! Also, Eli Manning is ADORABLE. I mean, I'm not really into sports guys. Maybe it's the muscles and style that I don't think is cute. You know what I mean. Basically, if he's not wearing girls' jeans, a cardigan and wayfarers, then I'm not interested (that's probably not true). Maybe it's that they are way more fit than me and that makes me feel bad about myself (that's probably true). But, I digress. Eli Manning is so cute! I think he made my football watching experience so much better. That, and that the other dude I like is named Plaxico. Okay, I mainly like him because his first name is Plaxico. But he did, like, save the game or something. How did his parents decide to name him Plaxico? What does it mean? So many questions.
This week is going to be great. Gladiators, Idol, and Lost. I am so excited I can hardly stand it.
