Jenn's Reverie

Inside My Love

'A longer post,' you cry. So here's your long post. You'll all regret it, I swear it. You damn contradict too. Some of you anyway. Some asked nicely and said they awaited a longer post de moi. God I feel special. 'Jenn doesn't shutup.' 'Jenn, you're posts are too long.' SO, I give you two words and you're not happy. Can't I just make you all happy?! Oh, and I love you. The reason for not having posted lately is because I've had a one-track-mind. Seriously. What about, Jenn? I'll never tell. (Say like the girl on that one movie.) Jenn, you're no help! What girl on what movie? If I knew, I'd have said. Quit crying! So far I've just rambled about absolutely nothing. I told you guys. I told you, I told you, I told you. Well, the good thing is, I'm rather hyper right now. So this post will be asinine, or something along those lines. My hyperness could be due to the fact that I fell asleep at approximately 9am and didn't wake up not once 'til 7pm. Sweetass! Don't be jealous. I told my son not to let me sleep so late and to wake me up when he gets home. That way I would spend more time with him. When I woke up tonight, he said, "Mom, I can't believe you slept that long." Me either. It feels oh so great.

So, I tried going to Sharon's house party, the weekend before last. And that didn't turn out so well. That whole day was strange, per se. Got kicked outta the mall because my partner's shirt said "fuck" on it. They told us it wasn't allowed and that it was to be turned inside out or we had to leave. Since we were done, we left. The stupid rent-a-cop followed me to my car, where I parked in the "Expecting Mother's" reserved parking. Oh my god?! Are you pregnant, Jenn?! No, stupid. Wishful thinking. It's just closer. So the old man that thought he was cool with his walkie talkie starts giving my license plate number to the walkie talkie and I yell my plate number. You know, I figured I'd save him the trouble of me going really fast in reverse while he's trying to get behind the car. So my partner say's, "A license plate number?! You're getting her plate numbers?!" And the peckerhead replies, "You could be terrorists." With this fucked up smirk on his face. Stupid rent-a-cops. Get all excited when they get to act cool. I called my friend Jake, who's an APD officer, Jake said, "If he bothers you again, let me know and we'll go fuck with him." Working for cops has its perks. Anyhow, after this little saga we headed home to get ready for the late Christmas/New Year party de Sharon. First, we stopped over at Mariah's and had a beer. Mariah was easy to irritate me. Why? Because, she's THINKS I don't know. But whatever. Don't know what? God you're nosey. Anyhow, Cristina called and asked if I was going over to Sharon's and asked if I'd pick her up. So happens we were RIGHT across the street from her. We head out to Sharon's and get totally fuckin' lost. Every fuckin' road in that area was closed. It took us for EVER before we got to her house in which Jake (the cop also Cristina's boyfriend) met us and helped us find it. When we got there, there was all kinds of chaos. People fighting and stuff of the sorts. Jake gets out of his unit and walks up to the house to see what's going on. Some crackhead was there making males (not males like boys, males in spanish, for messes). She was being asked to leave by Sharon, who was really upset and just as drunk. The girl wanted to go in and get her purse so Jake said he'd escort her in. All of a sudden he's holding her by her arm and coming back outside, where we were still standing. She had bit him when they were inside and was still trying to fight him. He eventually tried detaining her and put her down on the concrete. In doing so, her two front teeth managed to get knocked out. She was sreaming all kinds of obscene stuff about cops and so on while he called for back up. We were worried about him because he was alone and there were alot of people. As we watched her lay in a mini pool of blood I was talking to Cristina while Cristina proceeded to kick the crackhead down on the floor. It was great. Then we left. Cristina stayed. I was already VERY unsure of where I was so I headed down the only road that was open. After about 45 minutes of driving and no houses and so forth, it was determined that we were lost. Boo! I was freaking out, literally. I thought someone would jump outta no where and try to eat me or something along the lines. I finally turned around, and figured I was about 20 minutes PAST Rio Rancho. What THE fuck?! That's the city outside of mine. Dumb girl. Oh well. On the way back, my tire went flat so I pulled out my little compressor and aired it. A cop saw and stayed parked behind us to make sure we didn't get hit. How sweet huh? FINALLY got home and slept. So much for going out eh.

This weekend I finally went out to a club. Friday night went with Nancy, Tori, and Elena to "The Library." This is a remodeled club that used to be "Brewsters." Brewsters was my Cheers. They added on to it and so forth. It's a pretty cool place. Naturally, they have book shelves everywhere with books in them. They have tv's everywhere 'cause it's a sports bar and grill during the day. It was so damn packed. I wasn't really feeling it, so I decided, "I'm gonna get totally fucked up." That I did. In no time at all. There was no buzzed or inbetween sober and drunk. I went from sober to straight fucked up in a matter of minutes. Double shots, singles, and mixed drinks. I remember the whole night, for the most part. I'm not a black-out kinda girl. But the walk to the car from the bar, what walk to the car from the bar? The drive in the car to everywhere, what drive in the car? I know the drive is when I attempted at calling Eric 4,574,690 times. I know I already told you sorry Eric, but I'm sorry again. I'm sure I left a message for just about each time. When I woke up and went through my call log the next morning, which I always do after a night of Tom Foolery, I saw that Eric had called me and I did answer. Uh oh! He STILL won't tell me all of what I said and just laughs. Are you embarrassed? Well, yeah!! I know what I was talking about, I'm just not sure how I said it. Anyhow, I ate burnt pizza that Elena left in the oven and passed out before getting it. The excess Ranch dressing killed the yuck of the burntness. That and being too drunk to care. Bleh. Went home and slept. Went out Saturday too. This time with Paul, Jordan, and Mariah. Went to Neds. Was bored. Didn't drink at all. Went to The Library AGAIN 'cause they wanted to see it. Met up with Mariah's fiance and friend. Was still bored. Danced, kinda. Talked on the phone. That was the fun part. Went to Village Inn to eat, also pretty fun. Borrowed Paul's computer, Jordan left, Paul passed out, I went home at 5:30 am. Back to work.

So, since I last mentioned music, I've gotten more CD's. Score! I got Beloved - Us as a late Christmas gift. My mom also gave me the 12 disc set of the Eastside oldies! Sweet! It's not a cheap set. Good music to cook some breakfast to. I also got a few more mix CD's that mean alot to me. Katie finally got the CD's I sent her and she loved Portishead - Dummy. YES! She still has to listen to all the others and give me a review. If you wanna know what I sent her, ask her! My new found obsessions is Minnie Ripperton. I've only heard one song, but it's enough to make me love her. I'll be buying one of her albums soon. Who's that? She died in '79 and had the 5 octave voice. Beautiful, just beautiful. It's like Mariah Carey who? You should all download Inside My Love, by her. It's gorgeous. The song has more meaning to me now, then just a song. But I'll never tell. Other music I've been rocking. . .John Frusciante (love him), Zao, Interpol, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Depeche Mode, Beatles, Rolling Stones, Beloved, Bjork, and of course Portishead. These seem to be in my routine of music this past week or so. Not to mention that I play the Minnie Ripperton song and hit repeat about 4 times if not more a day. I'm in the process of getting Red Hot Chili Peppers, one of their greatest hits, John Frusciante, Ataxia, and some others that I can't remember. I have a list written down.

I FINALLY got new tires. I went with my brother and things didn't work out as planned. Went back two days later and they didn't have mine in stock. Went back two days after waiting for the order and voila! It only took me ten years. Those tired were shred to pieces. I'm not even sure how they carried me as far as they did. I finally blew one out, thank God I had someone with me to help me fix it. Now the alignments all messed up, so I gotta go get that done. Since I'm an idiot when it comes to procrastinating, I'll probably shred these tires too. Stupid low pro tires costed me $105 a piece. But hey, least I'm rocking some 17' chrome wheels! Bleh.

My cousin, whom I grew up with and we were stuck to eachothers asses, 'til I got a boyfriend, called me the other day and said, "I have a question. Would you want to stand in my wedding with my brother?" It's an honor! I've been in two weddings, one which I stood in with the same cousin and the other in which I was maid-of-honor. I've still heard no mention from Mariah. Do I expect Mariah to ask me to stand in her wedding? Fuck yeah, I do. I'll have to post about how her and I started hanging out for you all to understand. I think Katie, Eric, and Gabe know. The whole, I Was The Only One There For Her When She Lost Her Daughter story. Anyhow, if she doesn't it's gonna be fun ripping her a new asshole. It really is. She didn't bother me but once on Saturday night when we out. Thank God. And it wasn't even really her fault. Paul had picked her up and threw her over his shoulders right in front of her fiance, and I just didn't think it was cool. But whatever.

So, I'm wondering if you've actually read all of this? Hmm. . .Maybe you'll just be happy with my two word posts. It's true that I get more comments on the posts that I say not much in. But yeah. My hyperness has died down due to all the typing, I'm sure you're tired by now too. So go to bed. Oh yeah, go here www.humanwrites.blogspot.com if you feel like laughing. He's great. Don't go to the link he has that say's "shutyerblog" it's gay and Katie doesn't know any better.

Everyone has Tagboards or Shoutbox's going on in their blogs, I'm seriously contemplating one. BUT, I think you all would rip it to shreds. Plus, I'd rather have your comments on my posts. I dunno.