After taking a brief haitus from this site, I've decided that the best thing I can do now is just stop employing the means of Livejournal. [Whoa -- that sounded petty and contrite!] In all honesty, I think I've spent way too much time basing myself on unnecessary contraptions, modernizations of the human spirit in a way. The original elements of ( Read more... )

1 -- I got Marmot's card today. It was great.

2 -- Work was decent.

3 -- I have this overwhelming urge to bring everything down to basics lately. And, with thus, I think I'm going on Livejournal haitus. Cause... it's insipid and pointless for me right now.

You know the deal on contacting me for anything of importance.

1 -- Email from Pierce on Thursday ( Read more... )

For some strange reason, everyone at work thinks I look like I'm 16. Every time I use the meat cutter, they procede to ask me how old I am and are amazed to find out I'm older. Hmph ( Read more... )

1 -- Work wasn't so bad tonight. I think Rae will wants me to always close though, cause she kept saying I was quick and clean [as opposed to Dan, the East Coast chess champion]. And I think Scott is seeing that I am [somewhat] competent -- ie, "Jenn, I think you're the type of person who can accomplish just about anything you attempt, but you're ( Read more... )

1 -- "Look at all those movie stars, so beautiful and clean. When their housemaids scrub the floors, they get the spaces in between." Weezer ( Read more... )

Lowell is having a Jack Kerouac celebration in October and I'm trying to figure out how to get there. If I were to go home for the weekend, I could take the bus from Providence to Lowell, round trip for $38. But that's kind of steep. I've been looking at the train schedule too, but I'd have to tranfer a couple of times and it seems to be racking up ( Read more... )

I wrote this September 19, 2004:

I have determined that I miss my friends incredibly. No matter how much I try to convince myself that I like the people here, I can't let go of the fact that I miss my people ( Read more... )

The night was grand. And now I feel nostalgic. For times at Ben and Jerry's and Saints and Wheaton and many, many past summers. Alas, alack.

You know, I love Jack Kerouac -- I think he was an amazing writer and he certainly represented the nomadic, just-get-up-and-go lifestyle. But, upon reading about him lately, I've determined that he was an asshole. A huge asshole, actually. Primarily because he had a daughter, Jan, who he completely abandoned. She met him twice -- and the second ( Read more... )