<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282</id><updated>2011-08-05T16:28:05.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music of My Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>"...in that night there was music in my mind, and through music my soul began to soar, and I've heard as I've never heard before..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-4487618970022518095</id><published>2008-04-18T00:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:47:19.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peeling sunburn</title><content type='html'>My sunburn is peeling. Its not very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit the Copper Cellar Corporation. I now work at Buffalo Wild Wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still with Eric. It will be nine months on Tuesday. I am very happy, and would not trade any of this for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat and I are moving into our apartment on May 1. I'm super excited (said in Al Gore on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;South Park&lt;/span&gt; voice) because it will mean that we can escape the hell known as the UT dorms. I get to bring Peter the kitten, and Kat gets to bring her Scuttles. Whee! We will have our own washer and dryer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the apartment&lt;/span&gt;, so no more laundry rooms for us! Score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I've gotten a new phone since I last updated this thing. I loves it so. And it is green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Home Movies&lt;/span&gt; on Adult Swim. Party and a half over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see Black Rebel Motorcycle Club for the fourth time next Thursday. They're just so damn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never use this thing. I had to go to my Facebook profile to get the link back to this to log in. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a mild headache coming on, and I have an anatomy lab in the morning... Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-4487618970022518095?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4487618970022518095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=4487618970022518095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/4487618970022518095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/4487618970022518095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2008/04/peeling-sunburn.html' title='peeling sunburn'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-1050252180622739120</id><published>2007-10-25T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:30:49.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet....I have posted again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Well, the last time I wrote a blog was in April. So I figure that I should write one now, update the internet (because no one else will read this) on my life.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;    &lt;/o:p&gt;Summer was pretty decent. The job at American Eagle did not pan out. So, to quote Cartman, I said “Screw you guys, I’m going home.” Well, I didn’t go home… I went and basically sold my soul to the Copper Cellar Corporation, specifically their Cumberland Grill / Copper Cellar location. Its turned out pretty well there. Now, while they have pissed me off on several occasions, I have made some lovely friends there. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    I, of course, would be very lax if I did not mention perhaps the most important part of the summer. Yes, ladies, gentlemen, and the internet, Jennifer ended her single streak. No, it wasn’t with the person that in my last entry I said I had my eye on. Instead... Well, lets tell a long story shall we? I went to a concert here in Knoxville one night, and ran into this lovely male named Eric in a BRMC shirt, who turned out to be from Ohio. Long story short, we discovered that we're eerily alike, both in tastes for the arts, but in alot of other things, as well. So, we decided that even though he was going back to Ohio, the connection was just too much to ignore... And Monday marked our three month anniversary. I have put many many miles on my car trekking to Ohio and back three times. And he has done the same. Its not cheap, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    So, school has started back. Between classes and work, I feel that I have some sort of chronic fatigue. Like last night... I slept for almost nine hours, and I have felt like I am going to fall over all day. Meh. Its what I get for selling my soul to the Copper Cellar Corporation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    In May, I shall be moving into my very own apartment (no sub-lets for me this time). I'm excited. I'll be living by myself again... Hopefully I will get a kitten soon after moving in. I'm just tired of living like a gypsy. Time for me to find a place and put my things down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    I've got an economics lab bright and early in the morning. Any classes starting before 10 should be illegal. Then, its working literally all weekend, and a French paper to write. Great. *shoots self* Oh well. I'll get to see Eric in about three weeks. Must. Keep. Going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-1050252180622739120?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1050252180622739120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=1050252180622739120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/1050252180622739120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/1050252180622739120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweeti-have-posted-again.html' title='Sweet....I have posted again!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-4739951963830662522</id><published>2007-04-30T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:50:30.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm glad you're with me Sam, here at the end of all things."</title><content type='html'>Well here I sit in my butterfly chair that resembles Cookie Monster. It's 11:46 pm on the final day of April 2007 as I commence typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are over. Exams will be beginning soon. Its hard to believe that my first two semesters of college are over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going home in the evening on 8 May. However, fret not, I will be returning to Knoxville on 20 May to move into my sub let. How ahhhmazing. Then its time to start working at American Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of this apartment... I'm going to do something rather bold and rather painful tomorrow morning. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; is back on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-4739951963830662522?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/4739951963830662522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=4739951963830662522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/4739951963830662522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/4739951963830662522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-glad-youre-with-me-sam-here-at-end.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m glad you&apos;re with me Sam, here at the end of all things.&quot;'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-1295582327415919571</id><published>2007-03-24T05:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:16:45.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My My, Things Change in a Year, Don't They?</title><content type='html'>My last post was almost a year ago now. Haha. Wow. (Not that anyone reads this anyhow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last post, I was talking about prom. Well, I'm way past that now. Instead of worrying about what the band will play at prom, I'm hearing a concert thrown by some people running for student government outside my dorm window in Knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last I've gotten out of Bell Buckle. I'm getting out (slowly) of Shelbyville. Hopefully this time next year I will be signing an apartment lease here in Knoxville so that I never have to leave when they close the dorms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer a pre-vet major like I set out to be. What am I now? I'm an Animal Science major with a concentration in "production and business". Minors include Agricultural Economics and French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of other things have changed for me as well. I've discovered that there is far more to life than wearing tee shirts and jeans all the time. Show some cleavage. God gave me what little I have, so why not? I still don't buy clothes just because some fashion magazine full of anorexic models tells me they are cool. I buy the clothes I buy simply because I like them. I shop at a store here in Knoxville alot called Serendippity. It mainly caters to the sorority crowd (which I have considered joining), but I still think the clothes are nice there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've all but abandoned fan fiction. Oh reading it is fun at 4 am when I'm working the dorm desk. I just don't write it. I'm still holding onto the feeble threads of that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;West Wing&lt;/span&gt; story I started because all NBC.com said about Arnold Vinick's wife was that her name was Catherine (like my middle name...) simply because there isn't another story like it on FanFiction.net (I've looked.) No more Who fan fics for me. I need to go to that old geocites site that I started and remove all traces of Who fan fictions. I can't believe that I actually wrote those... Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered that original stories are the way to go. Hands down. I get to play God. As it stands currently, I've got three open. Two are original makeovers of former Who fan fics... The third one is that same story I've been trying to write since the 9th grade when Miss Cheney was helping me. The plot has undergone some major renovations... And now its poised to be a great story. Hopefully it'll get made into a movie starring Robert Englund and Eric Szmanda one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((I love planning out the movie to my novel before its finished. The soundtrack to the aforementioned story *starring* Robert Englund and Eric Szmanda is great. Contains everything from Iggy Pop to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club to The Killers and that "Tears on My Pillow" song.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've picked up knitting again. I've paused knitting a sweater-coat because the store here ran out of yarn. Now I've commenced knitting my Halloween costume. Its going to be a modified version of this iconic sweater:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/RgR2nu3yO-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PZ_uKl-80c8/s1600-h/cap095.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/RgR2nu3yO-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PZ_uKl-80c8/s320/cap095.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045287907530783714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. Jennifer is going to be a *sexy* Freddy Krueger for Halloween. Gonna make the sweater a v-necked dress. I've got the fedora, a brown pair of tights... All I need is a dark pair of Doc Martens and Freddy's glove (which I know where to find). However, I have run out of green yarn at this present time and cannot purchase anymore until I get paid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mr. Krueger... As much as some people are afraid to go to sleep after watching one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;/span&gt; movies (I go to sleep right after them and have pleasant dreams, thank you for asking.), I find him an intriguing character. After hearing and seeing his life story scattered throughout the movie series and finally put all together in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare&lt;/span&gt;... He may terrify people in their dreams, but I feel sorry for him in a way. His mother was raped my a hundred maniacs in a place for the criminally insane. He was mocked as a child and beaten by Alice Cooper. He picked the Elm Street kids to kill in their dreams because well, their parents killed him, but they also got his daughter taken away. (Interesting how a child murderer loves his own child so much...) People have dreams that he kills them? I have dreams that I'm allied with him somehow. Of course, I wake up before I get to tell him who I'd love for him to annihilate. *snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress... Back to lessons learned, etc in a year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake nails can be a girl's friend when professionally put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's Secret is a great store. As are American Eagle and Aéropostale and Abercrombie and Fitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the biggest change since this time last year... I've discovered that I apparently hold some kind of seductive powers with at least one member of the opposite sex. However, I'm no longer dating that member of the opposite sex. I was kinda torn up at the time (because I guess I should have seen it coming but didn't) but now realize that relationship ending was a blessing in disguise. According to some friends, apparently I could do so much better. Don't get me wrong, at the time, this relationship was one of the greatest things that'd ever happened to me (right behind meeting Peter Hayes)... Anyone who knows me knows that I don't like to waste time, and (sorry to the member of the opposite sex being discussed here) that's pretty much what this was. It was never going to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, it wasn't a total waste of my time. I did learn some valuable lessons from it. Like (*embarrassed face*) how to kiss properly and that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Borat&lt;/span&gt; is NOT a movie you go see on a date. Another great lesson learned? Just because a member of the opposite sex likes the same music as you, looks like the guy you could see yourself dating in high school, and tells you what you think you want to hear does not mean that he is a prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fear however... I've got my eye on someone else. Don't know if anything will ever come of it. Probably not, but its alright with me. It'd be nice if it did, but if it doesn't, I won't be unhappy. Glad I have this new person as a friend regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is a golden activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly? I've seen The Who in concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things, however, never change. I'm still in love with the same old men (Alan Alda, Harrison Ford, Ringo Starr, and Roger Daltrey) with a few new ones mixed in (Robert Englund, William Peterson, Hugh Laurie)... Still listen to the same old music (The Beatles, The Who, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club...) with new stuff (mainly individual songs, but I've discovered Sean Lennon) mixed in. Same movies, same TV shows, both with new ones there, too. Heh. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt; finally tonight with a friend from my French class. Wow it was amazing. Nothing short of amazing. Gerard Butler just grew up so much in my book. Ok, so he proved he could sing in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;, proved that he could kick some ass in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Timeline&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomb Raider 2&lt;/span&gt;, but he's come into his own now. I now have decided to have two children: Daniel Craig Jr and Gerard Butler Jr (with each man respectively fathering his own child. *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have alot more to say... However, it is right smack dab in the middle of a 4-8 am shift at the dorm desk... I'll go back and add stuff in the middle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**"Madness? This is SPARTA!"**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-1295582327415919571?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/1295582327415919571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=1295582327415919571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/1295582327415919571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/1295582327415919571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-my-things-change-in-year-dont-they.html' title='My My, Things Change in a Year, Don&apos;t They?'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/RgR2nu3yO-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PZ_uKl-80c8/s72-c/cap095.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-114383190663381877</id><published>2006-03-31T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T14:05:07.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Prom is tomorrow. Whee. That's about all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-114383190663381877?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/114383190663381877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=114383190663381877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/114383190663381877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/114383190663381877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-113829304678609893</id><published>2006-01-26T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:30:46.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me (Sunday). That's right. I'm now legal. Watch out Peter Hayes, it's not statuatory rape anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now everyone's going to start asking what I got for my birthday. Here's the lowdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The Essential Bob Dylan compilation&lt;br /&gt;**Must Love Dogs on DVD&lt;br /&gt;**$40&lt;br /&gt;**three "Vinick for President" buttons, a Vinick bumper sticker, and a Vinick tee shirt&lt;br /&gt;**a webcam&lt;br /&gt;**a nice tiny laptop mouse&lt;br /&gt;**and best of all a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Jennifer now has her own laptop. His name is Peter and he is a HP Pavillion dv8000. Pimp, no? Peter has got a lightscribe drive and everything. He can go wireless, but I have to work to set that up. Am currently working to bend him to my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nails are too long and they make a funny sound on Peter's keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthday presents, NBC gave me one... They're cancelling The West Wing after this season. The way the paper was talking, they might announce who the next president would be in the last ep this season. Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blargh. I don't want to read Hamlet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-113829304678609893?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113829304678609893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=113829304678609893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/113829304678609893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/113829304678609893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2006/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-113321422220231325</id><published>2005-11-28T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:43:42.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>This thing just deleted my entire post. Blargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-113321422220231325?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113321422220231325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=113321422220231325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/113321422220231325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/113321422220231325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2005/11/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-113285094827991400</id><published>2005-11-24T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T11:55:54.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, I Posted Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;New &lt;em&gt;Law and Order&lt;/em&gt; just went over. Wow. I almost peed my pants at the end. Jack McCoy was within an inch of dying. O_O I'm glad this wasn't the end of the character. In order for him to leave the show, in my opinion, he needs to retire gracefully, not get shot. Phew. So glad he'll be back next episode. Next new episode promises to be good, but not as edge-of-your-seat as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my desktop computer is virtually dead. Mr. Pryor promises to make the advanced computer class help him ressurect it. I've got some serious problems with it. I don't even think I'll go into them here. So, in the mean time, I've borrowed my grandfather's laptop. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;I have to call my hairdresser on Friday cos my mother has finally acquiesed to let me dye my hair. I think I am going to dye it black, or some equally dark color. It's already brown, but I just want a change. I've always wanted black hair and blue eyes. I've got brown hair and eyes, so I figure I can change the hair easier than I can change my eye color. Many are probably asking why I'm not paying $10 for the dye at Wal Mart and doing it myself. Well, I don't want to get dye everywhere, and I want it to look good. This woman has been doing my hair ever since I had enough hair to cut, so I trust her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a question... When one dyes their hair, what do they do with their eyebrows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going to see &lt;em&gt;Walk the Line&lt;/em&gt; and the new &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt; (again) with various people over the break... And I have to write my Statistics paper draft. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently writing in my original novel. It is coming along quite well, I think. Anyone interested, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave in last night and registered for one of those high school Facebook things. About 99% of the new Germans are on it, and I like alot of those Germans. Heh. Everyone's just been talking about it, and I figured 'What the hell...". Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I type fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-113285094827991400?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113285094827991400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=113285094827991400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/113285094827991400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/113285094827991400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2005/11/look-i-posted-again.html' title='Look, I Posted Again'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-113008805737185404</id><published>2005-10-23T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:20:57.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ACT and New Records</title><content type='html'>Took the ACT yesterday. That was heck on earth. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ACT, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/iwannabeadored88" target="_new"&gt;Kayley&lt;/a&gt; showed me this hole-in-the-wall record store in the Boro. It's called Grand Palace Records, and it's on the square. The bag says it's at 128 1/2 N. Church Street. I found another Beatles record. It's the &lt;a href="http://www.fab4collectibles.com/BEATLES65lp.jpg" target="_new"&gt;Beatles '65 one&lt;/a&gt;. Got it for $11. Apparrently, it's worth something, too. Not that I'm going to get rid of it. They were giving away 45's, so I picked up two. "Life in the Fast Lane" / "The Last Resort" by The Eagles and "Rock'n Me" / "Shu Ba Da Du Ma Ma Ma Ma" by Steve Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most surprising of all, I found on cd the first rock opera-- "S.F. Sorrow" by The Pretty Things. From what I've listened to so far, it's really good. Here's something in the liner notes that's interesting... &lt;strong&gt;"S.F. Sorrow was, without douby, the first and most complete 'rock opera' to be released and recorded. The conception and production of the album pre-dates Townshend's 'Tommy' by a full year and he is on record as acknowledging that it provided a 'key influence' in writing and recording that record. Arthur Brown, a close associate of Townshend's at the time (and more importantly, also signed to Lambert and Stamp) suggests that the record's influence on Kit Lambert was more telling. 'He saw the power of the idea, and just hammered away at Townshend to write an opera like "S.F. Sorrow"' recalls Brown - 'Lambert was really creative and got 'Tommy' away in The States and saved The Who's career - probably at the expense of "S.F. Sorrow" and The Pretties.'"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished The Mummy (or Ramses the Damned) by Anne Rice. Wow. That is a wonderful book. Am currently reading Timeline by Michael Crichton. That is wonderful, too. Different from the movie, but I am still enthralled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not buying a class ring. I found my dad's from 1976. I can wear it. I like it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Umm... Blargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-113008805737185404?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/113008805737185404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=113008805737185404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/113008805737185404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/113008805737185404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2005/10/act-and-new-records.html' title='ACT and New Records'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-112770363033323401</id><published>2005-09-26T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:27:09.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Three deaths and a kidnapping...And I'm only on my second cup of coffee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Law and Order&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Elton John on Friday! Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my dad to see &lt;em&gt;Flightplan&lt;/em&gt; this past Friday night. Surprisingly, Mr. I-Fall-Asleep-During-Star-Wars liked it! I was so shocked. I brought him really to point out all the things wrong with the airplane in the movie. Got my info. Heh. Fairly accurate. He was shocked that Jodie Foster looks so old, and then made comments about how "bad" Sean Bean looked. He shouldn't talk. I think Mr. Bean (hehe) was channeling my dad somehow. He looked (somewhat) and sounded like my dad (only with a British accent). My dad's not the most emotional guy, and Sean Bean had him down to a tea. I'll post my article on the film with more details when I write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;West Wing&lt;/em&gt; premier was tonight. My dad and I are officially arguing over who it was in the presidental limo in the flash forward. I say it was Vinick (Alan Alda), and my dad says it was Santos (Jimmy Smits). Grrr. Of course, they're still investigating the security leak from last season. They think CJ did it... Ah well. Good thing Leo and Matt Santos are starting to get along. I need to hurry and make my "Vote for Vinick" tee shirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Law and Order&lt;/em&gt; premier was Wednesday. Kept me on my toes. Thought they were going to fire Jack McCoy (Sam Waterson...yes, the "stud-muffin"). Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this Dish Network thing... They finally came and fixed it so I can watch somethign different from the living room. In doing so, they apparrently cut a phone wire, so I don't have the official internet line in my room currently. I'm using the house line. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Need to finish my University of Tennessee Knoxville, among other applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go watch some of the many things I've taped on the DVR. Just a few things: &lt;em&gt;The Last Samurai&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Devil's Own&lt;/em&gt;, several &lt;em&gt;Law and Order&lt;/em&gt; episodes, some &lt;em&gt;M*A*S*H&lt;/em&gt; episodes, and all of &lt;em&gt;Black Adder Goes Forth&lt;/em&gt;. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also borrowed The Mummy by Anne Rice from the school library. I really want to read it. Will blow off some stuff to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-112770363033323401?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112770363033323401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=112770363033323401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/112770363033323401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/112770363033323401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2005/09/three-deaths-and-kidnapping.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-112673805749615849</id><published>2005-09-14T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:47:37.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasp* Another Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is apparrent that no one reads this thing. Do I care? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;15 days until I see Elton John. Got his new album, &lt;em&gt;Peachtree Road&lt;/em&gt;. Great album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-112673805749615849?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112673805749615849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=112673805749615849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/112673805749615849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/112673805749615849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2005/09/gasp-another-post.html' title='*gasp* Another Post'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16492282.post-112614947213268905</id><published>2005-09-08T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:20:31.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. I'll admit it. I probably won't be using this thing that much. It's really just to comment on other people's sites here. I might post occasionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Going to see Elton John on the thirtieth of this month. Yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16492282-112614947213268905?l=themusicofmymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/feeds/112614947213268905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16492282&amp;postID=112614947213268905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/112614947213268905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16492282/posts/default/112614947213268905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusicofmymind.blogspot.com/2005/09/ummm.html' title='Ummm...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07530319772146106784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zHtEl1S7tu4/THUw8EuekpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7LSVc0FIsY/s1600-R/38909_842265441235_9428290_46447802_207223_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
