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My father is back in town- things are stormy with the 'rents again- and he's to stay here until the house sells (which could mean aaages).
In order to give him something to do here, and since Joe's never been, I made everyone take a trip to Jerome! I love Jerome for it's antiquity and boheme vibes. We had lunch at the Haunted Hamburger (I got mushroom cheese steak, yesssss) and walked the shops, visited some galleries and chanced upon a glass-blowing demonstration, which was a treat because Joe is fascinated by glass-blowing. He says it's one of those things he's interested in but would never do, which is unfortunate because I would love to learn it, too. For the better, I guess-- it's an expensive hobby.

But really I have nothing of significance to blog about, so good evening to you.

et cetera

It was a hectic weekend. We had planned on unpacking more of my things from their boxes, but Joe accidentally slit his wrist open to his tendon with a cooking knife and we had to go to the ER-- after such escapades and frights I didn't much care to unpack.

Hair school is emotionally taxing. It's as though every one of these silly seventeen year olds thinks they're on a reality TV show, and they feel the need to act accordingly. It's worse when the girls who should be acting their age behave the same way.
But my license will come of this, and also possibilities.

I've had the most bizarre and frightfully vivid dreams these past week, and I don't know what to make of them. I could elaborate, but I won't.

Hated

There is a girl in my class who is awful. She is rude and vulgar and haughty, and she starts horrible rumors about wonderful people just to see the drama and the miseries play out; she uses people, and all the while shows no ounce of guilt.

Naturally, our good friend karma came for her (with all of our common senses coming for us), and now she is more or less shunned by her other twenty-two classmates.

And while I should be the better person and forgive her and be good to her, as I try to be, I find great joy in this karmic justice.

Isn't that awful? Are her and I really so different after all?
She is everything in the world I do not want to be, and yet; how similar I am behaving.
We've ended up causing her plenty of grief, and that's sure to come back to us the same way her ugliness came back to her.

But when I've driven her forty minutes out of my way both to and from school countless times and been walked all over, and then having to hear her start rumors and say things about my good friends, I see no reason not to be one of the ones chosen by karmic forces to undo her.
But of course none of that should bother me.

O! perfect soul! Wherefore art thou?

2br - 2 br/2ba Condo w/ 1car GARAGE! 2 pools, private dog park

So I'm in hair school; the TONI&GUY Hairdressing Academy in Scottsdale. I've been there for a couple months now and I'm loving it.
The 'rents have moved to the Fullerton/Brea area with the intention of mending their relationship, and thus are selling this house in Arizona. This house that Joe and I are staying in to keep in good shape until the sale-- which they plan to begin in about two weeks.
Thus, the problem: Joe and I spoke just the other night, where I brought up that he cannot move into the Scottsdale apartment with me if he cannot pay the rent (which he cannot). We spoke further about job hunting and responsibility, and how it would be helpful to motivate both him and myself if we did not live together and did not feel "content."
This was hesitantly agreed to... but that was under the impression that the change would be in a few months, not a few weeks.

Needless to say, he is unhappy.
But c'est la vie! I don't know what's to become of this.

I wish

I had anything in the world to say.

I wish I could just "pour the words"
but I just don't give a fuck anymore.
I just don't know myself anymore.
I'm just too scared.

"Shalwar" is the word of the day.

They're a pair of "light, loose trousers" worn by Indian women.

I feel like a post is required of me (which is kind of awful 'cause I don't think it should be thought of that way).
I look back on some of these earlier posts and feel so silly. It's amazing how much you grow up in so short a time.

Thank god I am no longer posting my WoW statistics.
That's mainly because my subscription's canceled thanks to being jobless-- let's not lie to you, my loves.

My parents are in stormy seas. My mother is tired of dealing with things that my father does; she's no longer happy with him, nor with her life. They had plans to move to California this summer, and now it may just be her moving to California; it may be her moving to Fullerton and him moving to San Francisco; or they may both move to the same residence in California and be fine.
It's far too much for me to worry about, and it's none of my business, besides.


(cleverly mosaic'd so you can't spy our mess)

Joe was fired almost a month ago, which has given us quite a bit of time together. We had been stormy ourselves for quite a long time (indeed we almost ended things thrice), but things seem to be falling into place, and we're again content and trusting.
I know he isn't right for me, which is very sad. But for the time being we'll enjoy each other's company.



The stray cat I've adopted and named Nuri is quite pregnant. I felt her little kittens moving inside her belly last night, which was a thrilling experience. Lord knows what we'll do with her babies... I suppose before we move to that we have to see how the birth will fare and how many will come of it.

I'm loathe to bring up the subject of school, because I'm doing terribly at it. It's not because it's too difficult, it's simply because I don't give half a damn about it. I simply forget or neglect assignments, constituting awful grades or my dropping from the course. I'm tired of wasting money, and have almost thoroughly decided to stop going altogether.

At least until I'm not as lost.

Yes, we did.

Congratulations, President-Elect Obama.
I have a lot of faith in you.

I moved into my own apartment on September Twentieth, and am just this evening hosting a "housewarming" kind of get-together. It's going to be small and it's going to be relaxed-- at least, I certainly hope so. Things getting rambunctious is my biggest fear for this.

Joey and I are at four months (I know, it's been forever since I posted anywhere. But there is a boyfriend, there's been a boyfriend for a while, and this is the situation). Sometimes, he fixes me with such a gaze that I know there is nothing in the world he loves as much. Sometimes he kisses me so tenderly, nestles against my neck just so, and there is no doubt in my mind. But sometimes I feel like he's ashamed to be affectionate with me in public. Sometimes he falls asleep on the couch, and seemingly couldn't care less if he holds me or not. Sometimes I feel like maybe I'm the wrong Jennifer.
Other than pay for dinners and movie tickets, he's done nothing for me. He hasn't even bought me flowers. I don't think it's because he doesn't give a damn, but it certainly feels that way. It makes me feel like a piece of meat, and hospitality is not something I want to add to the list of things I've been taken advantage of for (yes, he's essentially moved into the apartment with me. He isn't on the lease, but he's certainly living there). And in perfect honesty, he doesn't meet a ton of criteria that was on my List. When I could snag someone more mature, someone motivated, someone who shares my interests and will appreciate me, it makes me wonder why I got into this in the first place. When he does nothing and continues to do nothing for me, when I do so much for him (house him, set up his car insurance for him, drive him to work when he's car-less and consequently ruin my own plans), it makes me wonder what I'm doing here. 
It's just hard. When all he does for me is leave a mess for me to clean up and feed me fast food, it's hard. Especially since I do care for him terribly. But logic over heart is a wise decision, before I get stuck in something I can't get out of.
He certainly needs to get out of the apartment, at least. I really feel a see-each-other-once-a-week relationship will do wonders for the both of us.
That is, if I decide to keep him. Either-or, the two of us need to talk.

I've decided, definitely, to do the foolish, wasteful thing and major in theatre, since I just love it, I really do. I've been applying for colleges over the past couple weeks and soon, I hope, I'll be out of here (which could definitely help with the boyfriend situation). It's nerve-wracking, though, since it's such a competitive thing. Sigh.

We'll see. I apologize for not posting in ages.