It's this new thing I have-

I just had oreos at my desk for breakfast.

Dog day was fantastic on Friday. Sav and I are Dog Day superfans i.e. we have to be up front and sing along. And then we go home and compare what seth said to each of us. There is squealing and jealous 'awwwwww's.

Biking to JCS's going away party took forever but once there I was happy.

Wait, when I arrived I saw exboy conversing with new boy. So, Amy and I went out on the frontstep for some emergency fireball to curb any jen harshness that could have ensued, I had a little vent about the inescapbility of halifax & 'tardedness en generale, had a beedie...

And then I was happy, or at least pacified into being social with a bunch of morons (I kid, I kid). It was a great party.

But I digress, I will miss you, JCS- thank you for leaving a list of ways to kill myself. I also got your message:
tell Jen that I hope she has a hungover puke in the middle of recording tomorrow.

What a beautiful sentiment.

But, consequently, there were no hungover pukes, just a nice patio breakfast...

Amy, Heather Jared and Brax and I all went to the lake on Sunday. Amy was like the mean girl at summer camp who pressured the wussy girl (me) into doing things she didn't want to do. Like, swimming to the rock island and getting her hair wet. I incured a minor foot injury, but this was later rectified with kisses and no leeches were seen, so I was happy.

RFD on monday, could possibly qualify as the most surreal...no, maybe absurd, night of Jen in recent history. No, I'm not dating Andrew B. That's like, so 2002.

Quote of the night-

"STREET CENTS!!!!!! I USED TO MASTERBATE TO YOU"

(Molly)

Yikes.

Megan b. aka Meg White aka Meganbrest and I are starting a punk band. No boys allowed.

Aw. There is lots to be said and not said but I have this new thing lately of, like, trying to be a better person and stuff. I'm just going to pretend that I forgot where I put the dirty laundry and it can rot and stuff. saggy underpants and all.
Even though resisting the urdge to put some people in their place makes me die a little inside. Oh, omniscience. You're so funny.