ec_dweezil

21 B-DAY BASH!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Tue, 21 Jun 2005 17:01:41 GMT

To anyone in the immediate area of De Pere or Green Bay!

Come on down (or up) and celebrate my 21st birthday in style... Well, it's at Baba's at midnight tonight (technically the 22nd of June) and the more the merrier! Call me at 227.7974 with questions.

Yay!

Love! Dwe

Well, I already knew that!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Fri, 27 May 2005 21:06:15 GMT

You scored as Geek.

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Geek

69%

Drama nerd

56%

Loner

50%

Punk/Rebel

31%

Ghetto gangsta

31%

Goth

25%

Stoner

25%

Prep/Jock/Cheerleader

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Waahhhhhh!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Fri, 27 May 2005 20:58:49 GMT

NO ONE WANTS TO HIRE ME!

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Tue, 17 May 2005 20:36:57 GMT

*TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey*
Name:	Jennifer
Birthday:	06.22.1984
Birthplace:	Palos Heights, IL
Current Location:	De Pere, WI
Eye Color:	Hazel
Hair Color:	Blonde
Height:	5'0"
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Right
Your Heritage:	1/4 German, 1/4 Russian, 1/2 European mutt
The Shoes You Wore Today:	Haven't yet
Your Weakness:	Eric
Your Fears:	Spiders
Your Perfect Pizza:	Hawaiian
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Getting a second job, graduating from college.
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	"i c"
Thoughts First Waking Up:	I need more sleep. Zzz.
Your Best Physical Feature:	My nose.
Your Bedtime:	Whenever.
Your Most Missed Memory:	I don't understand.
Pepsi or Coke:	Flat Coke.
MacDonalds or Burger King:	McD's.
Single or Group Dates:	Single?
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Lipton.
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Chocolate.
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Ew.
Do you Smoke:	Nope.
Do you Swear:	Fuck yes.
Do you Sing:	Tra la la la.
Do you Shower Daily:	Nope.
Have you Been in Love:	Yes.
Do you want to go to College:	Already there.
Do you want to get Married:	I do.
Do you belive in yourself:	Sometimes.
Do you get Motion Sickness:	Nope.
Do you think you are Attractive:	Sometimes.
Are you a Health Freak:	Yes.
Do you get along with your Parents:	Eh.
Do you like Thunderstorms:	Yes, except driving in them.
Do you play an Instrument:	I play the guitar.
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	Yes.
In the past month have you Smoked:	No.
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	No.
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	There are a lot of "dates" -- so yes.
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	Yes.
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	I've had Oreos, but not a whole box.
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	Yes! It was so good.
In the past month have you been on Stage:	No.
In the past month have you been Dumped:	No.
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	I wish.
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	Not unless my roommate really wanted that Coke.
Ever been Drunk:	Kinda.
Ever been called a Tease:	Yes.
Ever been Beaten up:	No.
Ever Shoplifted:	Not really.
How do you want to Die:	When I'm really old.
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	A teacher.
What country would you most like to Visit:	Ghana.
*In a Boy/Girl..*
Favourite Eye Color:	Doesn't matter.
Favourite Hair Color:	Doesn't matter.
Short or Long Hair:	Short, usually.
Height:	Taller than me (comfort thing)
Weight:	Why does that matter?
Best Clothing Style:	Respectable.
Number of Drugs I have taken:	Huh?
Number of CDs I own:	I own about 45.
Number of Piercings:	2
Number of Tattoos:	0
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	I can count them on one hand.
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!

Ahem, may I have your attention...?

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Wed, 11 May 2005 13:23:56 GMT

The hush falls over the crowd as Dwe steps up to the microphone.

"Ahem" *taps microphone and gets squeaky feedback* "is this thing on?"

"My name is Dweezil..."
"Hi, Dweezil."

"Thank you. My name is Dweezil. And I'm addicted to Facebook."

Ya Dang Hippie!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Tue, 10 May 2005 00:37:32 GMT

Hippie
You are 14% Rational, 85% Extroverted, 42% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant.

You are the Hippie! Characterized by a strong sense of extroversion, irrationality, gentleness, and humility, you no doubt frolic through fields preaching peace and love to all! You are probably either very spiritual or needlessly paranoid about "the man", like most hippies, as a result of your focus on intuition and feelings over cold, brutal logic. You are also very, very social. And like any hippie, who would have no qualms about hitchiking across the country just to meet some interesting people, you too love to interact with others, even complete strangers. Because we know most any hippie is peace-loving and humble, it stands to reason that you, as well, are terribly gentle and humble, almost to the point of revulsion. Your carefree attitude of peace and harmony is probably very, very sickening to realists or cynics or anyone who isn't a hippie, to tell the truth. In short, your personality is defective because you are overly emotional, extroverted, gentle, and humble--thus making you an annoying hippie. And you listen to psychadelic rock and smoke a whole lot of pot. Okay, maybe not, but I wouldn't be surprised if you did.

To put it less negatively:

1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational.

2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.

3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.

4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.

Compatibility:

Your exact opposite is the Sociopath.

Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Hand-Raiser, the Televangelist, and the Robot.

If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.

The other personality types:

The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 3% on Rationality

You scored higher than 85% on Extroversion

You scored higher than 46% on Brutality

You scored higher than 46% on Arrogance

Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on Ok Cupid

Ooo ha ha! I <3 Sharkbait!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Tue, 10 May 2005 00:19:14 GMT

Okay, actually I Photoshopp-ed it to make it look real... Hehehe

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Fri, 06 May 2005 20:53:27 GMT

You scored as Judaism. Your views are closest to those of Judaism. If you are not a Jew, do more research on Judaism and possibly consider becoming one; however, realize that conversion to Judaism is difficult.

Judaism was the first of the Abrahamic faiths; it precedes both Christianity and Islam.

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Judaism

79%

Islam

75%

agnosticism

63%

Buddhism

63%

Satanism

58%

Paganism

50%

Christianity

38%

Hinduism

33%

atheism

Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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Wedding Bells...

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Tue, 03 May 2005 12:52:42 GMT

Oh my. Oh my oh my. Still in a state of shock.

Thank you to all with the well wishing and the like, especially on LJ, it means a lot to Eric and I that people are happy for us! ^_^ Should be a hell of a time. But no worries to some people, we aren't even starting to plan (have a tentative date set *next* summer of 2006 sometime). Don't worry ya'll: I'm finishing school (which was never an issue with Eric and I) and I'm having fun. Eric is the love of my life (and I'm allowed to be gushy-wushy).

When I get my ring back (shiny shiny shiny!) I'll post some pics so ya'll can get a good look at it. It's absolutely gorgeous. Most of the people thought I knew what was going on: I had no clue whatsoever. I always told Eric I wanted to be surprised...

One of the funniest aspects of the night was Sharkbait. Now, I've known Paulie since high school, and I know his personality fairly well -- so when he told me he brought a video camera to the dance to get the drunk girls to flash him -- I didn't question it! -- It wasn't a "Hmm, that's strange" no, no, I replied with "Hmm, that sounds like you" -- sneaky bastard. I know he's got a ton of footage of me telling him, on camera, "Paulie, I'm not drunk enough to flash you" (him laughing the whole way).

Jay was uber excited as well. We still are close in an odd way, and the first person I talked to was Shirley, his mom. He told her, "Mom, you have to talk to Jenny" -- hilarious because he was just plastered. She's beyond happy. I'm inviting his whole family.

The rest of the weekend remained low-key (respectively): work. Thankfully, there was Senior Send-off in Sheboygan so we could bid farewell to our lovely MR, Mer, Mary Rose, or Demona (pick your fancy). I hope she had a good time as an active in EC her four years. She had great stories to tell: the best times, the worst times, the times that just made her who she is today. Very reflective. I can't believe next year I'll be in her shoes, and conveying my words of wisdom (ha!) to the freshman.

Last night + Chris Rock "Never Scared" = Fun times with EC girls (w00t)

Eric and I went to his apartment last night and baked brownies, they were tasty ones with little peanut butter cups -- they were for work, otherwise I'd have eaten them. Ec girls and chocolate.

This Wednesday is my first day without catechism.
This Thursday is my first meeting as former president: *weight lifted off shoulders* ahh.
This Friday is gaming: *slaps crook of arm* I neeeeeeeed it maaaaaaan! Toebe rox!

Oh, and Meg, or fantom07, about your kitten. Totally have seen that. The caterwauling is annoying as hell, but it sure is fun to watch. If you don't mind your house smelling like a fithy moist sock. Mmm. I had to do it. Imagine it. Do it. Doooooo iiiiiiiiit.

I'll google you!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Sun, 24 Apr 2005 22:18:00 GMT

Has anyone noticed that "google" is a verb at which one says they are to search? My prof used it last week. It was weird, and cool.

Holy Oragami!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Wed, 13 Apr 2005 14:22:00 GMT

Feast Week Biz-atches!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Tue, 12 Apr 2005 12:34:56 GMT

Yay! Feast Week! The time when we all get together and are allowed and encouraged to spend free time with each other (even though we knew that already)!

Time to really dig down deep and get to know the newbies, find out what makes them tick, and just hang out and have some fun. First on tap: Truth or Truth! The real focal point of the week. We get to know them, they get to know us, it's a grand old time. We are holding it at Sandy's new (but unknown to the campus) apartment, should be a hell-uv-a good time. Good thing that tomorrow is Advisement Day (and I still have to be up to work at 9:00 and then advised at 10:00 in the morning, ew.)! Still have a shite load of homework to do, but it all gets done somehow...

BiG weekend was fun, though I got a little ridiculous on Friday, which I paid for on Saturday, the entire day, even through the dance. I felt a little out of place with a little bit of it, but that was I think because I wasn't drunk, which kind of sucked because I guess I wasn't having as much fun as some people, or something. I just looked at alcohol and cringed because of everything... And the beer flowed, how it flowed. Ew. Eric (Gator) and I left early and went to the bonfire, and that was really really awesome, everyone was talking and laughing. Though somehow I think that I got Jay (Mewes) in trouble for talking to me... I don't know how I did that. That was cool, well not him getting in trouble, but I hadn't seen him in a while so it was cool to talk to him. Also, hanging out and talking with Adrian, Kelly, and Abby in our cabin-like-area, it was fun. We went swimming before the dance which was kick-ass-awesome! Though Gogi broke my waterproof camera by pulling me into the sauna by the bottom of my swimsuit and it getting crunched in the glass door! It was great to laugh and play water games and take pictures under zee warm h20. Ahh, water therapy. I need to go to a sauna.

So, despite me feeling like utter shit on Saturday, I had a great time. Also, Em, Dan K., Eric and I went on a grocery store run and then a cheese run and then a liquor store run for Boone's, to get food, and a corkscrew so Abby and Kelly could drink Abby's wine. Which was tasty. Still felt like crap and the crew found me staring blankly at the dollar items in Trig's Grocery Store, completely enthralled or doped up, dying, or something... It was weird...

So anyhoot. Feast Week! Yay! I'm excited (which helps by forgetting the massive amounts of homework I am procrastinating right now whilst at work. Man, I wish I had a computer.)!

I heart BiG and Sharkbait.
I heart EC Uglies, alums, actives and newbies.

Kisses.

P.S. There are signs in the Campus Center that read "I Agree With Richard" -- what the hell does that mean?

Heheheh

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Tue, 12 Apr 2005 12:10:52 GMT

This shirt is Gator's... how true is that?!

What does your t-shirt say? by rejektedrockstar
Name
Age
Fav. Color
Gender
Ta-Da

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Help keep penguins warm!!!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Thu, 07 Apr 2005 13:42:24 GMT

Chi-chi -- alias... Donkey?

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Fri, 25 Mar 2005 19:18:28 GMT

I sill gotta figure this one out... This is off of Abby's Photo thingy online. Care to explain this one?

Right now, the Cheech is in merry ol' England and then off to Amsterdam with Sandy Cheeks. Who knows what kind of crazy adventures await when he returns! Only the pictures will tell!

Lots of love.

I like wine. It shows. ^_^

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Tue, 15 Mar 2005 14:10:48 GMT

Can't wait for BIG's Kween Picking!
Thursday night, yo!
(But I still <3 Nikita!)

Bourbon
Congratulations! You're 116 proof, with specific scores in beer (60) , wine (150), and liquor (52).

Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for the bottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of Wild Turkey or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You know how to handle your alcohol, and yourself at parties.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 39% on proof

You scored higher than 90% on beer index

You scored higher than 99% on wine index

You scored higher than 86% on liquor index

Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on Ok Cupid

Billy!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Sun, 06 Mar 2005 21:52:30 GMT

Friday. 9:30PM. VMC.

It's ugly picking mudderfuchaaaaa!

The day before, people were discussed, picked apart, pulled off. Pros and cons weighed. Debates. Asking the Ugly. Listing names and places. Voting. Finally putting it all together. And we have a decision.

It seems so unbelievable that we accomplished it. Not that I'm implying we are incompetent, but because it seems like such a difficult task. Maybe because it's going to be my senior year, along with three other girls. Maybe I was unsure of the nominees. Maybe I didn't want to let go of JDo. Just like how we didn't want to let go of Squeak. The torch gets passed, and a new year starts.

We have been blessed in the past years, by having the most open minded, sweet, chivalrous, awesome, smart, sexy, thoughtful, involved, and just plain wonderful Uglys. I am just surprised by the immense amount of love and attention we get from these guys, and in turn we shower them with the same amount of deserved worship. They stand for our group, and they dare to think outside the box. They are amazed by us more often than not, and we just keep surprises hidden around every corner.

And we know how to throw one hell of a party...

I'm being all muse-y. I love it. Here's to next year.

Buckingham-i-ly yors.

Because I found it on VVer's LJ...

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Fri, 04 Mar 2005 23:58:34 GMT

(x) been drunk.
(x) kissed a member of the opposite sex
(x) kissed a member of the same sex
( ) crashed a friend's car
( ) been to Japan
( ) ridden in a taxi
(x) been in love
(x) been dumped
(x) shoplifted
( ) been fired
( ) been in a fist fight
(x) snuck out of my parent's house
(x) ever had a crush on someone of the same sex
( ) ever dated someone of the same sex
(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
( ) been arrested
( ) made out with a stranger
( ) stole something from my job
( ) celebrated new years in Times Square
(x) gone on a blind date
(x) lied to a friend
(x) had a crush on a teacher
( ) celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans
( ) been to Europe
( ) skipped school
( ) slept with a co-worker
(x) cut myself on purpose
( ) been married
( ) gotten divorced
( ) had children
(x) seen someone die
( ) been to Africa
(x) had a crush on one of my LiveJournal friends (Abby!)
( ) Slapped someone I loved
( ) Driven over 400 miles to attend a show/festival/concert
( ) Been to Canada
( ) Been to Mexico
( ) Been on a plane
(x) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show
( ) Thrown up in a bar bathroom
(x) Purposely set a part of myself on fire
( ) Eaten Sushi
( ) Been snowboarding
( ) Met someone in person from the internet
(x) Been moshing at a concert
( ) had real feelings for someone you knew only online
( ) taken partially nude/nude photos of yourself
( ) been in an abusive relationship
( ) been pregnant or got someone pregnant
( ) lost a child
(x) gone to college
( ) graduated college
( ) tried killing yourself
( ) taken painkillers for fun
(x) intentionally burned yourself
(x) love someone or miss someone right now

shudder Ew.

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Thu, 03 Mar 2005 01:54:03 GMT

Would anyone want to bang you? by phobia
Name:
Favorite Food:
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This many times:	65

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As a favor to Sharkbait...Hoo ha ha...

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Wed, 02 Mar 2005 17:44:44 GMT

For Sharkbait, I have decided to update my LJ, since it hasn't happened in quite a while. Things have be a little rocky, but it's nothing I can't handle. Hopefully.

Things to look forward to: Ugly Picking and the musical "Jekyll and Hyde" for which I am doing makeup. It's going to be interesting being gone all next week during the nights and the run of the show. But I hear that it's a good one, so I'm looking forward to seeing it from backstage.

*sigh* Ugly picking. That means we are one step closer to losing a mighty fine Ugly, JDo, who has done nothing but wonderful things for us EC girls. I hope even with his triple major and the Peace Corp, he will be able to still see us, at least for a little while. I guess that I can relate to the yearning for past Uglys... and he will be sorely missed. *sigh* Part of me wishes he could stay, but at the same time, I know it will let us move on and embrace a new man we can whip 'n strip. Thank you, Squeak!

It's about 30 minutes until my next class, African History. We need to write a summary of an article written by P.E.H. Hair (no kidding) and it's just murky and I feel as if I'm drowning in the language. Sometimes I do not know what he's all about, stating one thing and contradicting with another. I think I will mention the flightiness of his monologue in my paper. It's just too much!

I get to see my little guy, Brandon, again today. We are playing a version of Mancala. I do not know how to play this game, and he does. Should be interesting. He beat me in Memory too. But I'm sure if I wanted to win, I could have... but I wanted to give him a chance. It really encourages him to read, and we are reading "James and the Giant Peach" (also something I haven't read), and it should be interesting. Wonder why it was banned in five states? I'm interested to find out too. But Joannie (my prof) really likes Roald Dahl, so I know she doesn't have issues with the book or the author. I'm golden.

I'm ready for the weekend to "party down" as they say.

Party on, dudes.

Dude-ly yours.

Sha la la la -- hehehe

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Thu, 17 Feb 2005 14:32:51 GMT

Your College Life by highfivejunkie

Username

What will you study?

Your Roomate

spitfiresnc

The Football Player

zeppelin54

The Cheerleader

demonakitty

The Band Geek

chibifaery

Highly involved in their Frat/Sorority

tenmenstrong

The Crazy Drunk

fantom07

The College Slut

bigarbuckle

Your Significant Other

tenmenstrong

The Creep that sneaks into girl's showers

fantom07

Likeliness you'll graduate: 34%

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This quiz is funny on so many levels...

sigh yawn cheer yawn

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Thu, 17 Feb 2005 13:54:56 GMT

Ugh -- I had this dream, I had to work at the Man's at 4:30 AM until Noon... does that make any sense to anyone? It was werid, to say the least -- I guess those hours would be nice if I had to do anything that day. C'est la vie.

Last night I went to the BIG house with Laura (Xing-Xing) and Eric (Gator), 'twas a hoot, Amy the Lou (Vver) brought "Titus" which is based on Shakespeare's play "Titus Andronicus" -- now, the play screams "creeeeeepy" regardless -- but to see it "performed" -- wow, scary.

Laura and I were playing with Eric's new camera phone. Needless to say, he has pictures for everyone who calls. Including an interesting one for Laura -- hehehe...

So, I did my taxes... how can I own taxes at 20? I haven't a clue, anyone want to come and take a look at them? I still don't understand how I can own taxes when I didn't even make anywhere close to $10,000 -- *shrug* -- but I encourage all ya'll who think they know anything about taxes to come and take a look.

That's all from me for now.

Yawning-ly yours.
Jen (Dwe)

This poem makes me laugh outloud....

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Tue, 15 Feb 2005 13:44:15 GMT

"As I Was Telling David and Alexandra Kelley"
Paul Violi

My brother swears this is true.
And others have willingly,
--generously testified,
as they did that other time when
after leaving an office party
they pulled off the expressway,
walked into a place he'd never
been to before, and ordered
a few more drinks while he
headed for the lavatory.
But as he was crossing the dining room
on the other side of the bar
this vicious fight broke out.
Two women-- well-dressed, tall,
gorgeous-- tore into each other,
punching, clawing, swinging
spike-heeled shoes, pulling
each other's hair, and my brother,
aghast, jumped between them
to break it up, grabbed them roughly,
held them apart, berated
them, tried to shake some sense
into-- when he gradually pieced
it all together: the changed look
on their faces, the dissaproval,
the utter silence of condemnation
that everyone aimed not at the
women, but at him, the fact that
it was a supper club theatre
and he had just jumped into
the climactic scene of a play--
But this, I hasten to add, is not
about my brother but his neighbor,
a man whose roof needed repair;
a man who, more than most, feared heights.
A ladder, to this neighbor,
didn't ordinarily suggest the kind
of elevating work that joins
the material to the spiritual,
so before mounting it he called
his children over and, as he wrapped
a rope thick enough to moor a barge
around his waist and lashed
the other end around the car bumper,
carefully explained to them
how they should steady the ladder
until he had climbed onto the roof.
Up he went, not overstepping
but securing both feet on the same rung
before proceeding to the next:
a trembling man on a trembling ladder.
He squirmed over the drain,
crawled up the not very steep slope,
flopped over the peak, then slid
inch by inch down the rear slope
until he felt confident enough
to kneel instead of crawl,
to sigh and take a deep breath
before he began to cut a shingle.
Perhaps the first horripilating signal
was a subtle tug on the rope,
like an angel plucking a harp string.
Perhaps it was a sudden tautness
around his waist, or, perhaps,
he heard the station wagon door
slam shut, then the ignition,
the engine roar to life, or
slowly grindingly churn before it
kicked in and he was yanked heavenward
then jerked back, slammed, twisted,
keel-hauled belly up, belly down,
over the roof, dashed onto the
driveway to be dragegd, dribbled,
bounced along the road, his
wife looking this way and that
as she drove on, wondering
wherever were those screams coming from?
Doctors, police all believed
she could very well have not seen
the rope; could not, with windows
rolled up, have ascertained,
while they lasted, the source,
proximity, and intensity of the screams.
And I, for one, though respectful of
the family's desire for privacy,
think for numerous, inevitable,
irresistable philosophical,
sociological but mostly religious
reasons, this place, this event,
this man deserves a shrine
which, if donations are forthcoming
I am willing to oversee
the construction of
at 145 Sampson Avenue,
Islip, Long Island, New York.
That's right, that's the name
of the place: Islip. I swear.

Ahh, updates!

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Mon, 31 Jan 2005 02:49:58 GMT

Not!

Hearing from me will be very few and far inbetween until I get my hands back on my laptop. C'est la vie. I know ya'll miss me (all 2 of you).

Non-computer-ly yours.

Ahh, updates...

jenny.schoen@snc.edu — Tue, 11 Jan 2005 18:26:04 GMT

posterc15: Awwww. Okay... what time do you work until?

RegularKingMixer: Sex'o'clock.

RegularKingMixer: Dammit! Six!

posterc15: LOL!

posterc15: *ponders whether or not that was a typo*

RegularKingMixer: I tend to have moment of Freudian typing. Last night "second trip" became "sexond strip."

RegularKingMixer: "busy" always manages to turn into "busty"

RegularKingMixer: Apparently, I have some sort of problem.

RegularKingMixer: The problem is, this always happens when I chat with the ladies.