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[Aug. 30th, 2006|11:16 pm] |
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for anyone that checks this, for the rest of my year, i'm updating my xanga only-t'is easier. id:jeannmarie |
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[May. 24th, 2006|11:29 am] |
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houston entry because.
i haven't really been so bored. i miss my little brothers and sisters. and my mom.
weird? my little sister has a tattoo, and she works at abercrombie. the coffee shop i spent highschool working in is gone...my little brother is into radiohead-(kinda well actually most definitely my fav), and he got into them all on his own. my other brother is coming to explore europe with me next summer. i think my hair is turning red. my dad wants into my life again?
in other news, i registered at the new mac store in the woodlands mall. my summer schedule: mtth 11:30-4 w 1-2:30 f 11:30-1 ::shudder:: add the possibility of a job, summer league, and getting ready for paris. |
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[May. 15th, 2006|10:38 am] |
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Ulrich Schnauss. |
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[May. 4th, 2006|11:51 am] |
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tomorrow's the last day of classes, so i suppose i can perhaps take a nostalgic sigh and attempt to write something i might (hopefully) look back on as jeanna's history, pre?-years of awakening. this semester has been nothing more than working more than i can stand in the land of bagels, de-shmearing bagels, applying and fretting over study abroad, and then spending my last waking hours labourously trying to absorb my courses. there were a few parties, but i've come to cherish the small (but often) get togethers my apartment seems to host regularly, full of those studying, others making fun of those studying, and then others that fall somewhere in between. the real question is where to start. where did i leave off? who really cares in the end?.... in case anyone's annoyed, tom told me to hog everyone's space.
hmm. so i suppose, sometime around springbreak, steph left for australia to visit her bf, and my uber-cool boss was demoted to another store in austin. i honestly tried to give the new guy a chance...but when he started paying girls more if they let him touch them, my determination waned, well, more like completely about-faced into picking everything about him that made him inadequate to be my boss. there is alot... and apparently he knew he was inadequate, because one day, about three weeks ago, he stopped talking and looking at me. the other bagel kids saw this tension, along with my friend vaneesha, who, in her beautifully robust voice, said "dayyum jeanna, wha chu gone dun to brad to make 'im so 'fraid uh you? anyways, enough's enough, i turned in my two weeks last friday when kerbeylane offered me a job. what.
paris. it's going to happen. for real. it makes me really insecure when people see, i dunno, some sense of accomplishment in me. i look at the same things, remember all my jobs and challenges, but still there's something that irks me when, persay, the french and italian department gives me one of four awards of $1000. or the liberal arts council one of five chosen out of seventy for $1000. what is it that people see in me that makes me worthy of such awards? in any case, i bought my plane ticket monday, i leave the 22nd of august to live in paris until my visa expires (sometime around august 21st of 2007). I'll be attending lectures given in french, finding an apartment owned by a french-speaking landlord, and generally living it up latin-quarter style. and i'm afraid. the excitement hasn't quite hit me yet. i look back to the end of last semester as the general anxiety of my last trip prevented me from sleeping and eating for the week before i left...granted i'd never cycled before and i was taking the bike and a tent to france with no guidance or safety nets, but still. my mom is so cute. she asked me for my old french books, so that she'll be able to speak a little when she comes to visit me=).
and finally, there's school. i'm sad to lose contact with my TA crush of the year. i actually enjoyed all my classes this year (calculus doesn't count as a class). this summer i'll be in first and second session. chinese the first, microeconomic theory the second. my french advisor told me not to take the one french class i can take that the department's offering. i suppose i'm pretty efficient at studying french on my own.
misc. stuff: 1) i've decided to be vegan until my birthday. i don't really have reasoning except to be able to say that i did it. it's reason enough for me-that and i won't be able to really get along in france as even a vegitarian, i'm not even going to try. 2) i turn 21 july 20th. i'd like more than everyone to come have a grand time taking shots with me/dancing/making fun of me/carrying me home at 5am. but that's still sooo far. i like (not really) how i'll be 21 in the states for a month and then it won't even have mattered. 3) lauren-prof lippmann recognized me from einsteins at the awards ceremony. she told me that from now on birthday kids are getting cake. she told me you're a good kid. she also congratulated me on NOT working at einstein's anymore. 4) the girl i brought to ultimate this year is nominated for practically everything. and her name is balls. yeah, i'm taking credit. getting that bitch to practice was painful. ;)
i think that's sufficient. i miss people. i'm tired of everyone being too busy (including myself). |
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[Jan. 29th, 2006|06:29 pm] |
Poland is in mourning after a trade hall collapsed on a gathering of world pigeon enthusiasts, killing at least 66 people and injuring many more.
As hearses drove up to the site to pick up bodies, rescuers brought out bird cages from the rubble.
One survivor at the site on Sunday was desperately trying to find out where his son's body had been taken.
"It was his idea to come to the fair... and he found his grave there," Tadeusz Dlugosz said.
...suddenly i'm just so sad. |
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[Nov. 16th, 2005|08:54 pm] |
so today after my french test i walk out to the poles, because nat and usually throw mwf at 3. natalie's not there, so i lie down on the grass and start looking over my french homework for friday. it's GORGEOUS outside, and anyone who was not frolicking outdoors at this point should feel ashamed (unless they are sick or working).
a few minutes later, an older asian man walks up and asks me for some assistance. apparently someone told him "don't miss out" and he didn't understand the meaning. after a few minutes, i finally conveyed to him the essential grasping of the phrase, and he asked me for some more english help with his homework. words like "full page" "pocket" and "multiplication."
he then thanked me for being so nice, which i accepted, and admitted that i was a language enthusiast-studying french- and that i understood.
"ooh yousa speaka za frenchi?"
"can youza tell me hows do you say hello in za frenchi?"
"you say 'bonjour' for hello."
"can youza tell me hows do you say what is your email?"
"ummmmm"
"can youza write it here?"
"ummmmm, ...sure"
so maybe an older south korean architecture phd told me i was "very pretty" and that he wanted to hook up....eeek. at least he wasnt north korean? |
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[Aug. 4th, 2005|02:20 pm] |
1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you.
2. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I will pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I will say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I will tell you my first memory of you.
6. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll then ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. Put this in your journal, please. |
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[Jul. 4th, 2005|01:44 pm] |
im bored and waiting for alex to pick me up. we're going to explore luxembourg ville and then tomorrow we're going to holland, hehe. saturday alex took me to one of his friends' birthday celebrations, it was in vianden, a town near the luxembourg/german border, where there just happens to be a 13th century chateaux. it was also the home of victor hugo. his friends are really cool, kinda older, but really cool. after several hours of general merrimaking with diekirch, a lux beer, fancy cote-du-rhone wine from beaucaire, and something called veiner nossert, we went to an irish pub in luxembourg ville, to finish the night/morning. i got home at 4.
the next morning i woke up around 8, because the family's "orchestra" was playing at an all day "orchestra"-things-playing-all-day festival. by "orchestra" i mean a rag tag junior-high band for adults. it was supremely boring, but a guy in the band bought me a beer or two and i had a french book that alex loaned to me to keep me somewhat occupied.
it totally just hit me that today is the 4th of july. holy fireworks batman. weird.
its raining here in bastogne. mrs pleyers says that its the belgian life. ive decided that in belgium the people paint their houses to match their cows, that are bred to match their sky-which happens to be grey.
bissous |
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[Jun. 30th, 2005|09:43 am] |
yup-im pasting my xanga entry here...cuz i can. what...yeah its a little lengthy...my bad
so i'm in bastogne belgium at last.
after cruising around france -and incidently getting hit by a french car, who didnt stop, so i ficked him off amidst my tears with a swelling/bleeding hand.-i took a final weekend off in menton, a smaller beach town right next to italy, and hung out with several quebec guys-the stories are numerous, some of which i included in my second-and last-batch of post cards.
the train trip from menton to luxembourg was ten hours, but i made it to town--somehow--for the once a year national party that lux throws. they set up a stage for a dj or band at every intersection of town and the entire city parties and dances until 4am. before the partying started i found to canadian chicks to hit the town with, and hit the town we did. stories from this one night and subsequent morning are too numerous to tell here, but ill leave a teaser...maybe a lux bf for jeanna, the duke and duchess of lux, an old black lady roommate who accused me of trying to kill her with my damp (but CLEAN) towel, creepy spanish man, creepy portugese dancer, hotlips and beer, a writer who parties with flip flops, and the silent killer conspiracy.
i met my host family at the train station the next morning, exhaused but wired on italian espresso. they're a rather charming family i suppose. the oldest is turning 18 on the 15th of july, second girl i think is 15, and then two boys who are 6 and 7. the family doesnt speak any english at all. yeah. i've been pretty bored lately, the belgium life, at least on the weekends i suppose, is to sit around the table and talk until its time to eat again. i do the dishes and go running to get away. i start working on wednesday, yay!!!
my ipod is mad at me or something from the biking through france i suppose, and its not working. alex (luxembourg fellow) is going to take me to a town big enough to have a mac store to find someone to fix it. the family here is extremely musical, and one girl was practicing a version of bohemian rhapsody on her trumpet. so i ask her if she likes queen, and she doesnt know who queen is. passing by a music store today i heard nirvana, so i asked the 17 year old if she liked nirvana, and what? elle ne les connait pas...
updates should be more often than not, as the family has a reliable source of internet. i miss austin dearly, but am having an ok time drinking sangrias for lunch everyday and wine for dinner. the mom makes all of her jam from the garden in the backyard-except tomorrow she'll make it with the hundreds of peaches and apricots a family friend from southern france sent them...the bread is yummy, not as yummy as france, but not shabby. they have a shite load of "american" sauces here that make me laugh--so foreign tasting. the family cant pronounce my name, so they asked me to choose between jean or jeanmarie. i figured my response mechanisms would work better for jean, so now my name sounds more like "zhen"..not too far from the standard jenna i suppose...
bissous
jeanna |
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[Apr. 25th, 2005|11:28 am] |
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this past weekend pretty much consisted of
1) me coming down with/stealing the sars from cory
2) texas women's ultimate retreat sans sobriety - i.e. lots of boone's farm=)
3) sars coming back sat night resulting in not being able to breathe and therefore no sleep for jeanna
4) leaving the next morning to by drugs at the cvs
5) breathing becomes impossible which results in almost dying
6) meghan saving my life and taking me to the E.R.-cuz you know it's not normal when jeanna skips a show~
7) jeanna's throat scaring the doc
8) doc giving jeanna the "worst throat he's seen" award (i.e. two shots)
9) jeanna staying up until 5:30 in the AM finishing her sociolgy:war&peace journal
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BOUGHT MY TICKETS TO EUROPE LAST WEDNESDAY.
saved $400 by leaving a month before my internship-soo excited |
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