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The Flavor of Dragon.
Thursday, November 7, 2002
10:06 a.m.
Well, it's been a while, neh? I've had an interesting last couple of weeks, and to tell you the truth, they've flown by. After our last party, I spent the weekend with Kurt. It was great. The Friday before the party, we went to Knoxville and saw a good friend of mine in concert, and stopped and saw my family, which was nice. Dad's not looking good. He's gained weight, and is looking kind of sick. But anyway, the concert was awesome! We had a great time. Kurt had to go back to Clarksville that night, but he drove up again the next day. Didn't do much the whole weekend. It was nice to be lazy until that damn spreadsheet called my name...grrr!
I have not a clue what I did all that week. Ended up sick whatever weekend that was. I have either mono or a bacterial infection. Either way, I'm allergic to my antibiotics. Damn Egyptian Death Plague. But I'm feeling a lot better. I just get tired really quickly.
I went to my grandparents for days. Apparently, most people thought I had fallen off the face of the earth. I'm almost recuperated though.
But enough, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Hopefully, that is. As long as Joni is awake now and will unlock the door.
-jen
One of my favourite songs.
Monday, October 28, 2002
05:11 p.m.
Where the Wild Roses Grow
Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue
Female: He called me the Wild Rose, but my name was Eliza Day. Why he called me that I do not know for my name was Eliza Day.
Male: On the first day I saw her I knew she was the one. She stared in my eyes and smiled. Her lips were the color of the roses that grew down the river all bloody and wild.
Female: When he knocked on my door and entered the room, my trembling subsided in his sure embrace. He would be my first man, and with a careful hand he wiped up the tears that ran down my face.
Female: He called me the Wild Rose, but my name was Eliza Day. Why he called me that I do not know, for my name was Eliza Day.
Male: On the second day I brought her a flower. She’s more beautiful than any woman I’ve seen. I said “Do you know where the wild roses grow so sweet and starlit and free?”
Female: On the second day he came with a single red rose. He said “Give me your loss and your sorrow.” I nodded my head as I lay on the bed. “If I show you the roses will you follow?”
Female: He called me the Wild Rose, but my name was Eliza Day. Why he called me that I do not know, for my name was Eliza Day.
Female: On the third day he took me to the river. He showed me the roses and we kissed. And the last thing I heard was a mottled word as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist.
Male: On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow. She lay on the bank and went white as a sheet(light as a thief). And I kissed her goodbye. Said all beauty must die. And I bent down and planted a rose ‘tween her teeth.
I found this interesting.
Monday, October 21, 2002
01:39 p.m.
(idea) by Templeton ? 1 C! Wed Jan 17 2001 at 15:11:31
Is religious belief much different than race, class, sexual orientation or gender? If we can stereotype on the former as we do on the latter, does it not share the same issues?
Not all people who have religious beliefs necessarily deserve to be respected, but all of them deserve to be tolerated, if anything because you can't kill off everyone whose beliefs differ from your own.
Just as it is unfair to assume that every black man is a gangster or that every gay man is effeminate, or that all women are evil bitches, it is even more unfair to state that all people who hold religious beliefs are unintelligent, illogical or in any other way undeserving of respect and/or toleration.
The debate between religious and athiestic beliefs will never be resolved because more often than not the two parties have no real desire to learn from one another. Nothing has ever been accomplished by screaming at one another. Instead their differences seem to increase the thickness of the walls that separate them, that is, until something mundane like the value of a human life is put under fire. What I mean is that people tend to drop their issues real fast when their lives are in danger and must depend on one another to survive. But unless it comes down to that, we are not tempted to put our differences aside and respect one another.
Like I said, not everyone deserves respect, but toleration requires you to be the bigger person, to realize that the ignorant anti-abortion activist in front of you is not the only representative of the entire religious population, and to extend grace in an effort to prove that we humans are above such petty, narrow-minded, and stereotypical sentiments.
Fresh Fruit.
Sunday, October 20,2002
04:46 p.m.
So I've had a pretty good week! It was short, but so incredibly long. I had sooo much going on this week, but when I finally got through everything, I realized that I had fun staying busy. Friday night was the costume ball, and that was a lot of fun. I helped James get ready as Bagwell. That was entertaining. He did a really good job with it. Lol, we didn't have any blue, though, so I did pink. It actually looked pretty good. I think the red(pink) just accentuates face frame more anyway. So then it was about 10 til when I had to leave, so I donned my black-eyed pea self. It was fantastic. I had the easiest costume EVER! I had a blast that night! I think it was the hair. Fun hair makes everything more fun.
I was so ready to pass out when I got home. I woke up Saturday morning to Joni and Christian coming in. Apparently they had been to some auction. Saturday I didn't do much the first half of the day. I read some, and just lazed around. James came down and hung out, and Johnny came over and then J-Nicci came over. So we watched Battlebots and Trigger Happy. Then we decided we were bored, so we went to Jer's and woke his arse up. Ended up drinking and watching the Notre Dame game. Eventually went to Waho, and Joe showed up. Came back to Johnny's, and sat around being STOOPID!
I got in about 4, and talked to Kurt for about an hour and a half. Then Sara came over til about 6:30 and we talked. A lot of people need some love lately. Then I talked to Kurt a little bit more before passing out.
I'm waiting on mom now, and needing to go to Walmart. I fucked up my knee again. I had messed it up before, but it was healing, then I danced, and my knee quit. I could barely walk at all Saturday morning, so I'm going to get one of the braces that I used to use during cheerleading.
Jen out for now!
"I like a woman with an arse you can park a bike in, and balance a pint of beer on."
SOTD...
Friday, October 18, 2002
11:39 a.m.
I laugh myself to sleep
It's my lullaby
Sometimes I drive so fast
Just to feel the danger
I wanna scream
It makes me feel alive...
To walk within the lines
Would make my life so boring
I want to know that I
have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive
Let down your defenses
Use no common sense
If you look you will see
that this world is this beautiful
accident
turbulent
suculent
I'm feeling permanent
No way I won't taste it
Don't wanna waste it away
Is it enough?
Is it enough?
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breath?
Somebody rip my heart out
And leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die?
Somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
Thursday, October 17, 2002
05:03 p.m.
Nice Jab.
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