Miley Cyrus - I'm sick of young pop stars being provocative and I'm sick of people talking about it. Perhaps if there was less attention given, then the girls would stop doing it. Because isn't that why the girls do the skanky photos in the first place...to get the attention...whether good or bad? (That's a rhetorical question. The answer is "yes".) Check out the link here.
Knocked Up - Remember when they took all those girls away from that polygamist ranch? Turns out over half are pregnant. Sick. Here's the story.
Phill Collins - He retired from the music biz. I'm kind of sad about that. He sang some decent stuff in those Disney movies...like Tarzan.
Tila Tequila 2? - My brother just told me that miss bi-sexual is going on MTV again because apparently she wasn't convinced the first time around that the opposite sex really is better. Unbelievable.
Food Shortage - Apparently there is a rice shortage...maybe even an entire food shortage...but not really. I think Stephen Colbert explains this story the best...
It's about halfway through this video... (Threat #2)
Monday, April 28, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Jennifer (Uncensored)
I've been watching a lot of Comedy Central Presents stand up comics with my brother lately. I find it humorous that on the DVDs they add the "uncensored" part. Don't ask me why.
So this blog will be me. All me, baby. I'm not leaving anything out. I'm uncensored.
The other day my mom asked me whether I would have better hygiene and be more well mannered if I had a boyfriend. I found this incredibly humorous. She honestly thinks that if I had a boyfriend that I would brush my teeth and shave my legs more frequently? And that I'd keep my room clean? And eat without talking with my mouth full? Not a chance. Whatever boy is willing to put up with me is gonna have to deal with the real me...uncensored. I'm not gonna change and be all girly and proper just so that four months later my true self shows through and he goes, "What the crap?! Who is this girl?!"
Then again... maybe the reason I haven't had a boyfriend in over a year is BECAUSE of these very reasons!
Yeah. That's probably true.
But it's true that I am like that. I'm not making this up just to entertain my blog readers. Take for instance the other day. I was out to eat with my guy friend and he was almost done with his burger when he held it up and asked, "So is this one bite or two?" I was like, "Easy. One." (It was kind of a big piece). He laughed. I said, "Listen buddy, with me, there are no etiquette rules." He told me he liked that. And then ate it in two bites.
In four weeks I'm graduating from college. I'm going to be so bored. I need to find a job. But at the same time, I just don't want to start looking yet. I'm not willing to really become an adult yet. Part of me just wants another year to be goofy.
I mean, when a girl about to graduate from college spends her evening alone trying on prom dresses that don't fit her anymore, ya gotta wonder...is she really mature enough to hand a "real grown up" job? I'm not so sure, people.
My room is a mess. But I like to think that the clutter adds character. If my room was always clean and organized it'd be awfully boring of me. I think I might be the only one who does this, but sometimes I walk into my room in the eyes of a stranger. I think to myself, "Okay. Now imagine you're dead and the police are walking into your room to investigate. What would they find?" And I'd tell you what they find. Clothes. Everywhere. Shoes. Everywhere. I'd have my laptop on with some ridiculous away message up on AIM. I'd have my camera and cell phone conveniently placed nearby. Books scrambled everywhere. Pictures of close friends on the walls. You'd be able to tell what kind of scents I'm into with all the bottles of perfume and lotions on the dresser. You'd be able to tell that I can't throw anything away because I'd have random ticket stubs and pamphlets laying around that no normal person would carry around. They'd immediately be able to tell that I am a literature nut with books piled up on shelves. Oh, and they'd probably wonder why I have so many purses. But see...all this stuff...wouldn't be able to notice this as well if my room was clean.
I've become addicted to caffeine again. Don't tell my mother. If I don't get some massive amount of chocolate (Thanks Easter Bunny) or a caffeinated drink I get a headache. My sleep schedule is all messed up thanks to my NYC trip. I stayed up too late and had a weird eating schedule in NYC and it's come back to haunt me here in Dayton. I feel like a real college kid. Way to go, Jen, with only a month of school left and you finally know what it's like to be a college student.
So this blog will be me. All me, baby. I'm not leaving anything out. I'm uncensored.
The other day my mom asked me whether I would have better hygiene and be more well mannered if I had a boyfriend. I found this incredibly humorous. She honestly thinks that if I had a boyfriend that I would brush my teeth and shave my legs more frequently? And that I'd keep my room clean? And eat without talking with my mouth full? Not a chance. Whatever boy is willing to put up with me is gonna have to deal with the real me...uncensored. I'm not gonna change and be all girly and proper just so that four months later my true self shows through and he goes, "What the crap?! Who is this girl?!"
Then again... maybe the reason I haven't had a boyfriend in over a year is BECAUSE of these very reasons!
Yeah. That's probably true.
But it's true that I am like that. I'm not making this up just to entertain my blog readers. Take for instance the other day. I was out to eat with my guy friend and he was almost done with his burger when he held it up and asked, "So is this one bite or two?" I was like, "Easy. One." (It was kind of a big piece). He laughed. I said, "Listen buddy, with me, there are no etiquette rules." He told me he liked that. And then ate it in two bites.
In four weeks I'm graduating from college. I'm going to be so bored. I need to find a job. But at the same time, I just don't want to start looking yet. I'm not willing to really become an adult yet. Part of me just wants another year to be goofy.
I mean, when a girl about to graduate from college spends her evening alone trying on prom dresses that don't fit her anymore, ya gotta wonder...is she really mature enough to hand a "real grown up" job? I'm not so sure, people.
My room is a mess. But I like to think that the clutter adds character. If my room was always clean and organized it'd be awfully boring of me. I think I might be the only one who does this, but sometimes I walk into my room in the eyes of a stranger. I think to myself, "Okay. Now imagine you're dead and the police are walking into your room to investigate. What would they find?" And I'd tell you what they find. Clothes. Everywhere. Shoes. Everywhere. I'd have my laptop on with some ridiculous away message up on AIM. I'd have my camera and cell phone conveniently placed nearby. Books scrambled everywhere. Pictures of close friends on the walls. You'd be able to tell what kind of scents I'm into with all the bottles of perfume and lotions on the dresser. You'd be able to tell that I can't throw anything away because I'd have random ticket stubs and pamphlets laying around that no normal person would carry around. They'd immediately be able to tell that I am a literature nut with books piled up on shelves. Oh, and they'd probably wonder why I have so many purses. But see...all this stuff...wouldn't be able to notice this as well if my room was clean.
I've become addicted to caffeine again. Don't tell my mother. If I don't get some massive amount of chocolate (Thanks Easter Bunny) or a caffeinated drink I get a headache. My sleep schedule is all messed up thanks to my NYC trip. I stayed up too late and had a weird eating schedule in NYC and it's come back to haunt me here in Dayton. I feel like a real college kid. Way to go, Jen, with only a month of school left and you finally know what it's like to be a college student.
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