Summer is definitely coming to an end. I have successfully packed one suitcase full of things that I will need in Washington, but never ever need here. California. Such a lovely place. Why did I decided to go to school in gloomy Spokane? No one will ever know. 'Cept Jesus. That guy knows everything. So anyways.
Main topic today: Lyrics to songs.
I think I should make a special section, of sorts, for lyrics to songs. For those of you who don't know me very well, I love to sing. I sing along with the radio all the time in the car, but I have horrible hearing or something because I do not understand lyrics to songs. Usually I will just mumble along with the song because I know that I do not know the words. But, on "rare" occasions (aka "all the time") I think that I know the real lyrics and so I sing along my bizarre version. I don't know why I always seem to think that these random phrases make sense in the song, but I suppose it is something we all do. Right? No? Just me? Okay.
It is time for "Jenae's Mistaken Lyrics!"
So, Enrique has this new song "I Like It", and yes, I do like it, but that is besides the point. In the song he says "Party, Karamu, Fiesta, Forever" (I had to Google the lyrics for that). I for a good month or so have been singing the lyrics thusly: "Party, *mumble*, Fiesta, Prueba." For those of you who do not speak Spanish, "prueba" means "quiz". Why I thought Enrique was trying to tell us "Party, Quiz!" I have no idea. But it just really sounds like it. Think about it next time you hear the song. I don't seem so nuts now do I?
P.S. KARAMU? Googled it. It's a feast on the sixth day of Kwanzaa. Enrique is not African-American. He does NOT celebrate Kwanzaa. "Party, Quiz" isn't seeming like such a weird lyric anymore is it? Mmmhmmmm.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Actually About School
So here is my first post that is actually about being in college. Shocker, huh? So, let me get to it then.
I roomed with my best friend from high school my freshman year. But my dear Toaster has decided to not return to Whitworth for her second year, so I had to get a new roommate. The two or three people that I could possibly tolerate sharing a room with had already found roomies for the coming year. So I had the brilliant idea of getting a single room. I went ahead and signed up for a single room, before realizing that my dream personal getaway was an extra $1,000 each year. My father pays for my college education, but when I sweetly begged for him to drop an extra thou he refused. With my pitiful job, there's no way I can make enough to pay for my room and have money for expenses throughout the school year. So I've been sweating, about to call the school and switch rooms. When a beam of light comes down from heaven in e-mail form. This e-mail said that Whitworth had over booked dorms, so there was no room for the freshmen. They asked for students who were willing to move off campus into houses that they were going to provide, right across the street from school. People! I was like "Saweet!" I read on to find, not only would I get a single room, probably bigger than the one on campus, but I would get a $350 rebate. This is the best thing that has happened to me, like... ever. I am living in a house across the street form my school, I will get my own room (pretty sure) and I made $350! So good. Everyone. I am liking my life.
Side note: I have no idea who I am living with. When I get that information, that will be its own whole post.
I roomed with my best friend from high school my freshman year. But my dear Toaster has decided to not return to Whitworth for her second year, so I had to get a new roommate. The two or three people that I could possibly tolerate sharing a room with had already found roomies for the coming year. So I had the brilliant idea of getting a single room. I went ahead and signed up for a single room, before realizing that my dream personal getaway was an extra $1,000 each year. My father pays for my college education, but when I sweetly begged for him to drop an extra thou he refused. With my pitiful job, there's no way I can make enough to pay for my room and have money for expenses throughout the school year. So I've been sweating, about to call the school and switch rooms. When a beam of light comes down from heaven in e-mail form. This e-mail said that Whitworth had over booked dorms, so there was no room for the freshmen. They asked for students who were willing to move off campus into houses that they were going to provide, right across the street from school. People! I was like "Saweet!" I read on to find, not only would I get a single room, probably bigger than the one on campus, but I would get a $350 rebate. This is the best thing that has happened to me, like... ever. I am living in a house across the street form my school, I will get my own room (pretty sure) and I made $350! So good. Everyone. I am liking my life.
Side note: I have no idea who I am living with. When I get that information, that will be its own whole post.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wisdom Teeth
*Insert witty line about why should they have named them wisdom teeth if we are just gonna get them yanked out when we are in our twenties.*
But, for reals people? Who was like... "Yea, wisdom teeth, perfect nickname for 'em." Oh well. The real issue here is that I am not famous on YouTube. I was not hilariously delirious when I awoke from my tooth fairy stupor. I was actually rather aware of what was going on, which really made it suck. My mom had gone to the grocery store nearby to get me pudding and such, so she hadn't made it back yet by the time they were done with my surgery. Fricken' A people! Don't torture me. Leave me under till my mommy is there to hold me in her arms. Sure I'm 5'10" and my mom is only 5'4" or-so. I don't care! When I want my mom to hold me, I want my mom to hold me, Dammit!
Anywho, so I wake up lying on a random bed thing in the back room of the dentist office, the nice ladies say to me "Oh, you'll be ready to go home in a few minutes." I suddenly realize I do not have the ability to talk because my entire lower face is numb, and also due to the numbness, my tongue is choking me, with the gauze's help naturally. I just laid there trying to breathe through my nose as the mailman for the dentist office comes in and is unloading boxes right next to me.
AWESOME!!! Random dude looking at me with a mouth full of bloody gauze. Love my life. When I finally got home I was thirsty beyond belief. I took the gauze out of my mouth and poured a "sip" of water into my mouth. I ended up getting a sip down my throat and the rest of the bloody mess all over myself and the floor. Fail.
So I've really just been chilling on the couch at home ordering as many movies OnDemand as I possibly can because it is my parents' bill not mine. Muahaha!
I am in day 3 of recovery. My face has swelled into a complete square. I find it rather comical. Vicodin is my friend. It makes me a little dizzy, but not crazy high or sick. So, sadly, I did not get the YouTube video hit that I had hoped out of this fiasco. I did get through alive though. And my mommy is taking good care of me.
"I'm so thirsty. It's peculiar. It's quite peculiar."
But, for reals people? Who was like... "Yea, wisdom teeth, perfect nickname for 'em." Oh well. The real issue here is that I am not famous on YouTube. I was not hilariously delirious when I awoke from my tooth fairy stupor. I was actually rather aware of what was going on, which really made it suck. My mom had gone to the grocery store nearby to get me pudding and such, so she hadn't made it back yet by the time they were done with my surgery. Fricken' A people! Don't torture me. Leave me under till my mommy is there to hold me in her arms. Sure I'm 5'10" and my mom is only 5'4" or-so. I don't care! When I want my mom to hold me, I want my mom to hold me, Dammit!
Anywho, so I wake up lying on a random bed thing in the back room of the dentist office, the nice ladies say to me "Oh, you'll be ready to go home in a few minutes." I suddenly realize I do not have the ability to talk because my entire lower face is numb, and also due to the numbness, my tongue is choking me, with the gauze's help naturally. I just laid there trying to breathe through my nose as the mailman for the dentist office comes in and is unloading boxes right next to me.
AWESOME!!! Random dude looking at me with a mouth full of bloody gauze. Love my life. When I finally got home I was thirsty beyond belief. I took the gauze out of my mouth and poured a "sip" of water into my mouth. I ended up getting a sip down my throat and the rest of the bloody mess all over myself and the floor. Fail.
So I've really just been chilling on the couch at home ordering as many movies OnDemand as I possibly can because it is my parents' bill not mine. Muahaha!
I am in day 3 of recovery. My face has swelled into a complete square. I find it rather comical. Vicodin is my friend. It makes me a little dizzy, but not crazy high or sick. So, sadly, I did not get the YouTube video hit that I had hoped out of this fiasco. I did get through alive though. And my mommy is taking good care of me.
"I'm so thirsty. It's peculiar. It's quite peculiar."
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Just Saying
Ok, I love Justin Bieber, but I had a revelation as I was watching one of my favorite movies ever the other day when I was on my Youth group's Houseboat trip. So here is J-Biebs, as I like to call him.
Ok I find him adorable. I listen to his music all the time. I love in his "Baby" music video when Ludacris puts him in a headlock. Nothing better than a loving noogie from a famous rapper. That's what I always say. Love him... But... He looks exactly like...
Amanda Bynes in "She's the Man"!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyone else?
Just me?
Well... I'm just saying.
"Do you like... Cheese?" "More than almost any other animal by-product."
Ok I find him adorable. I listen to his music all the time. I love in his "Baby" music video when Ludacris puts him in a headlock. Nothing better than a loving noogie from a famous rapper. That's what I always say. Love him... But... He looks exactly like...
Amanda Bynes in "She's the Man"!!!!!!!!!!!Anyone else?
Just me?
Well... I'm just saying.
"Do you like... Cheese?" "More than almost any other animal by-product."
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
GaGa vs. Ke$ha
So what is up with all of the female singers these days? One second everyone is talking about how weird Katy Perry's carousel dress was and shaming her for it, the next every single artist is dressing like they're wacked out of their minds. I personally enjoyed Katy Perry's attire, and still do. Her new song "California Gurls" is my summer anthem. Now we got Lady GaGa on the scene. Dude. She is nuts. But that is exactly what makes her awesome. Lady GaGa (Stefani Germanotta) was accepted at age 17 into Tisch School of the Arts. She dropped out her sophomore year because she felt she was more creative than her peers. Turns out she was right eh? She got the idea for her name "Lady Gaga" from a friend's mis-typed text message. She is an absolute artist. She is crazy, crazy cool.
Now, the few people I will allow to be crazy are as follows: Beyonce, Katy Perry, Lady GaGa, and anyone else who starts themselves out being crazy.
Beyonce is like... a mental case, I think she possibly is medically crazy.
Katy Perry started it all.
Lady GaGa is all out, nothing held back, insane.
If you start out your career as being a unique artist, I will buy that you are cool and artsy.
Ke$ha. No.
No, Ke$ha, you should not have put a dollar sign in your name unless you wanted to be 50 cent's protege. No, you should not try to make elaborate costumes for on stage, it makes no sense in your persona. You are a small young blonde girl, you are cute and you are in the pop/Hip-Hop genre, not the artist that is Lady GaGa. I love your fluffy pop. I do. But you seriously, can NOT sing. I saw you live on SNL, and holy moley! You suck.
Miley. No.
No, Miley Cyrus, you are not a bird. You may not be able to be tamed, but no one cares about what your body is rated on a scale of one to ten by the men that you seduce. You are... like twelve. Stop shoving your silver armor plated boobs in my face. Crazy artsy while still being sexy can easily be mistaken for crazy slutty. Miley, that is what you are doing, honey. Stop now, or you'll be like every other child star, slutty, out of control, and on drugs. Or something.
This video perfectly portrays my feelings. I want to be famous, I can sing better than Ke$ha, why aren't I famous? I wear cool outfits and have voluminous hair. Sign me up for being famous.
Now, the few people I will allow to be crazy are as follows: Beyonce, Katy Perry, Lady GaGa, and anyone else who starts themselves out being crazy.
Beyonce is like... a mental case, I think she possibly is medically crazy.
Katy Perry started it all.
Lady GaGa is all out, nothing held back, insane.
If you start out your career as being a unique artist, I will buy that you are cool and artsy.
Ke$ha. No.
No, Ke$ha, you should not have put a dollar sign in your name unless you wanted to be 50 cent's protege. No, you should not try to make elaborate costumes for on stage, it makes no sense in your persona. You are a small young blonde girl, you are cute and you are in the pop/Hip-Hop genre, not the artist that is Lady GaGa. I love your fluffy pop. I do. But you seriously, can NOT sing. I saw you live on SNL, and holy moley! You suck.
Miley. No.
No, Miley Cyrus, you are not a bird. You may not be able to be tamed, but no one cares about what your body is rated on a scale of one to ten by the men that you seduce. You are... like twelve. Stop shoving your silver armor plated boobs in my face. Crazy artsy while still being sexy can easily be mistaken for crazy slutty. Miley, that is what you are doing, honey. Stop now, or you'll be like every other child star, slutty, out of control, and on drugs. Or something.
This video perfectly portrays my feelings. I want to be famous, I can sing better than Ke$ha, why aren't I famous? I wear cool outfits and have voluminous hair. Sign me up for being famous.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Taking it to the Streets
After a day trip to San Fran with a few of my closest friends (Findian, Toaster, and Hippo [ohhh, Hippo is gunna be mad that her secret name on my blog is Hippo {This nickname is not at all to do with her size, she is small and petite and adorable}]), I was driving home with Findian to watch the premiere of So You Think You Can Dance. That is when it happened. Now I am not a bad driver, okay? Remember this is all about me not being your average college blonde who is irresponsible and has daddy buy her a new car after every time she totals her "old" one due to drunk driving. I am a decent driver, but I live off of I-880. This automatically means I need to be a defensive/ more offensive driver. If you want to survive driving the 880 everyday (I do so because my high school and all of my friends live in a place where in order to get there I am obligated to take 880 unless I want it to take 40 minutes with no traffic)without being pushed around and "walked", more like driven, all over you have to hold your ground. That is what I do. So I happen to have mad tailgating skills, so what? So it scares my friends sometimes, so what? Not my problem. I love to see the looks on the jerky business mens' faces when they get schooled by a young blonde girl at their own game. When it is time to get down to business, you can bet I will defeat those Huns. (Mulan reference, btdubs [btdubs =btw =by the way])
So anyways, I am on my way home, just got off of 880 when I am second in line at the semi-busy intersection near my home. Now the person who is second in line has a duty to the person first in line, they are kind of like their wing man, am I right? When firstie forgets to pay attention when the light turns green, after a few seconds, seconds gives a nice little courtesy honk. I mean am I the only one in the world who thinks this is proper etiquette? So, I am seconds and fristie is not looking when the light turns green, and so I wait a few seconds then give a little honk. Firstie had sort of begun to drive before I honked so it was one of those awkward moments where firstie has the right to get a little frustrated with seconds, right? Of course. But, in my case, firstie hits the brakes and kinda gives me a glare in the mirror, then starts again. I gave him another little honk like, " Homeslice? What is going on, that is uncalled for, man, it was a courtesy honk." Then firstie gives me another, and longer this time, stop-n-go maneuver. So, I lay it on the horn. Okay, Homeslice, Number 1: Whoaaaa, you are freaking me out Captain Road Rage, 2: It was a freakin' courtesy honk, chill, 3: You are not only holding me up but the 40-some-odd peeps we got behind us, and no matter what, you are not going to be able to hold me up so much that I do not make it through the light because I am already half way and if you are making it through so am I. So while firstie is creeping along in the intersection I am just laying it on the horn when finally they start to drive again and then as soon as I make the turn I switched lanes and sped past them in a shaming sort of way, but also because I was legitimately scared they were going to go all bumper cars on me and smash into the side of my vehicle. Though really they would turn out worse in that predicament, I drive a large black truck, they were in a small cream car. So I mean, come one. Unless they had pre-installed Road Rage weapons like spikes or something. In that case I'd be more worried that they would murder me with a crossbow or a mace once they rendered my car useless with their mechanisms.
Now I am genuinely confused about the whole event, especially because as I passed firstie I gave them a "WTF?!?!?" look and I saw that they were in fact a cute looking Indian couple. Not the people I would first peg for Road Rage and trying to make me hit them, although they may have weapons such as harpoons and nails to pop my tires. Yikes. Was I really so wrong in giving them a heads up that the light had turned green?
Disclaimer: Yes. When I drive I do in fact speak 70% more gangster than when I am not driving. Also, I really do refer to people as "Homeslice." Quite often actually.
So anyways, I am on my way home, just got off of 880 when I am second in line at the semi-busy intersection near my home. Now the person who is second in line has a duty to the person first in line, they are kind of like their wing man, am I right? When firstie forgets to pay attention when the light turns green, after a few seconds, seconds gives a nice little courtesy honk. I mean am I the only one in the world who thinks this is proper etiquette? So, I am seconds and fristie is not looking when the light turns green, and so I wait a few seconds then give a little honk. Firstie had sort of begun to drive before I honked so it was one of those awkward moments where firstie has the right to get a little frustrated with seconds, right? Of course. But, in my case, firstie hits the brakes and kinda gives me a glare in the mirror, then starts again. I gave him another little honk like, " Homeslice? What is going on, that is uncalled for, man, it was a courtesy honk." Then firstie gives me another, and longer this time, stop-n-go maneuver. So, I lay it on the horn. Okay, Homeslice, Number 1: Whoaaaa, you are freaking me out Captain Road Rage, 2: It was a freakin' courtesy honk, chill, 3: You are not only holding me up but the 40-some-odd peeps we got behind us, and no matter what, you are not going to be able to hold me up so much that I do not make it through the light because I am already half way and if you are making it through so am I. So while firstie is creeping along in the intersection I am just laying it on the horn when finally they start to drive again and then as soon as I make the turn I switched lanes and sped past them in a shaming sort of way, but also because I was legitimately scared they were going to go all bumper cars on me and smash into the side of my vehicle. Though really they would turn out worse in that predicament, I drive a large black truck, they were in a small cream car. So I mean, come one. Unless they had pre-installed Road Rage weapons like spikes or something. In that case I'd be more worried that they would murder me with a crossbow or a mace once they rendered my car useless with their mechanisms.
Now I am genuinely confused about the whole event, especially because as I passed firstie I gave them a "WTF?!?!?" look and I saw that they were in fact a cute looking Indian couple. Not the people I would first peg for Road Rage and trying to make me hit them, although they may have weapons such as harpoons and nails to pop my tires. Yikes. Was I really so wrong in giving them a heads up that the light had turned green?
Disclaimer: Yes. When I drive I do in fact speak 70% more gangster than when I am not driving. Also, I really do refer to people as "Homeslice." Quite often actually.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Money Money Money
So like any typical California residing teen girls, my friends and I (I first wrote "me and my friends" but that is improper grammar) are going to San Fransisco tomorrow to hang out and shop. Here's my big issue. I have $420, but $400 of that is for a youth group trip I am going on next month. What am I to do? I mean seriously! Money, just sitting there. It is mine for the taking, and yet it is not at the same time. Illusive demon. Tsk tsk, for shame. I will probably end up spending this stored away money and then need to fervently work odd jobs for my mother to gain back that dough. So in that sense, I am just like the typical college blonde, over spending and being irresponsible. Damn.
In other news, the new season of The Bachelorette started this week. I went to my former teacher's house for a viewing party. We each pick out a certain guy that we like the best and that we want to make it all the way. You gotta be hot on your feet and choose someone quick, because you cannot share guys. At the same time, you mustn't be too hasty. There was this guy that I was eyeballing and thought was going to be my best bet for the gold. His nickname in college was "Shooter" for inappropriate reasons. Ali, the bachelorette, did not give him a rose of acceptance so he was out the first day! As one of my favorite childhood films, "Cinderella" (the version with Brandi as Cinderella and that asian guy as the prince), says "We hide our flaws until after the wedding." Poor shooter did not stand a chance to my studly choice, Ty.
Ty is from... Tennessee? I think. He seems so sweet and Ali seems to like him, but he has one flaw... ginormous ears. It is so unfortunate, I was worried that shallow blonde Ali would kick him out for his Dumbo sized ears, but he got his rose of acceptance. As my best friend Findian (I will call her that because I probably should not say her real name in case a stalker reads this someday) said "He must be a really good listener."
Do you get it? It took me a while to get it. (Hint: You listen with your ears... Ty has huge ears!)
In other news, the new season of The Bachelorette started this week. I went to my former teacher's house for a viewing party. We each pick out a certain guy that we like the best and that we want to make it all the way. You gotta be hot on your feet and choose someone quick, because you cannot share guys. At the same time, you mustn't be too hasty. There was this guy that I was eyeballing and thought was going to be my best bet for the gold. His nickname in college was "Shooter" for inappropriate reasons. Ali, the bachelorette, did not give him a rose of acceptance so he was out the first day! As one of my favorite childhood films, "Cinderella" (the version with Brandi as Cinderella and that asian guy as the prince), says "We hide our flaws until after the wedding." Poor shooter did not stand a chance to my studly choice, Ty.
Ty is from... Tennessee? I think. He seems so sweet and Ali seems to like him, but he has one flaw... ginormous ears. It is so unfortunate, I was worried that shallow blonde Ali would kick him out for his Dumbo sized ears, but he got his rose of acceptance. As my best friend Findian (I will call her that because I probably should not say her real name in case a stalker reads this someday) said "He must be a really good listener."
Do you get it? It took me a while to get it. (Hint: You listen with your ears... Ty has huge ears!)
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