Interesting. Very interesting. Could you imagine?. In a related note, I'm going with Lauren and her family to the new Broadway version of Jesus Christ, Superstar next weekend. Yeah, Jesus rules! [via riothero]

Free voicemail. 1.888.387.7901 x 7860, at the prompt say, "Take a message." Yay! I have my cell phone number up but hardly anyone has called it. So, call the 888 number!

I wrote an email to Tim about his new site because, yes, I am a beta tester! (He likes me, he really...) And by mistake I hit cancel instead of send. Argh. It was like when your mind knows what's happening, but your hands are too quick. Oy.



Tonight = getting drunk while watching the women's final four game with Jes and Lauren ... and dreaming about better things.

very nice vignette reader on IM: So tell me... Are you really as obsessed with yourself as you play you are on the site?



AH! I really hope you all don't think I'm an ego-maniacal asshole. I'm not really that obsessed with myself. The narcissus phase was a joke. It doesn't really matter what you think, after all, but I swear I'm not in love with myself.



Well, maybe I am. But just a little. It's healthy. At least, that's what I tell myself during one of my hourly mirror love sessions.

I'm sure everyone has heard about this finger bullshit by now. In a weird way it's sort of cool because, at least we're to the point where one of the top stories on the news is about being gay. They wouldn't have even said the word on the 12 o'clock news a few years ago.

Okay ... I'm really lame and I put too much into *invisible* things.



And it's almost midnight and I haven't even been able to start work at Targum, so it's gonna be a long one. IM me! UbiEx, am I. Do it!

My Aunt Liz called to tell me "how fabulous and amazing" I am, and to find out more details about the internship. At the end, my grandma popped on the phone and said, "You're wonderful!" And then giggled in that grandma way. So cute!



Also, Candice took me out to dinner at SoHo, the really fancy, really out of place restaurant downtown, the kind of place that offers salmon on cucumbers before the meal, "compliments of the chef." And it was SO AWFUL. Why do all of the fancy restaurants suck? The lamb was grotesque and they put out this weird tortilla-like thing on the plate that turned out to be really hard, crispy, foul CHEESE!

I came. I saw. I conquered.



I got the internship today. Paid. Full-time in the summer, part-time in a week. Read about it in the *private* journal. If you need the pw email me!

Targum conversation:



"He's brilliant. And he's kind of a pervert. Not 'I wanna touch you' pervert, but really Freudian and analytical. Like he'll say, 'Doesn't this like alike a vagina?!'"

My tummy hurts. My left eye itches. I have a stuffed nose. Waah!



TJ: ewwww. the kicthen smells reeeeeeealy bad and i'm pretty sure it's dog poop or puke but i can't find anything!

jenks: uuh

jenks: My kitchen smells like that occasionally

TJ: ewwww

TJ: ewwww

TJ: i'm just gonna stay in my room until lauren comes home and deals with it.

TJ: omg too funny

jenks: m?

TJ: i just realized it's coming from the microwave, it's linda's grotesque chinese food!

TJ: hahahahahahahaha

I revised the links a bit ... I'm trying to tweak this page a bit, too. We'll see how that turns out.

Oh my God. I just wrote a journal entry and uploaded. And then I read that Tim did too! We're, like, the same person! Oh my God, soooo on the same level!



Um ... ha. (Go to the Journal! - Look left)

Oh my God. I just wrote a journal entry and uploaded. And then I read that Tim did too! We're, like, the same person! Oh my God, soooo on the same level!



Um ... ha.

From the guestbook:



"Nuts! NUTS! Yeah, I'll show you nuts! Just wait, I'll leave a pot boiling on your stove with a family pet inside! Or collect your toenail clippings in order to clone TJ in the future for my own personal slave. Yes! That's it... my own army of TJs! (each one with a different color hair... tee hee)"



Does anyone care to differ with my opinions of Tim? :) Hey, as long as he's filling up the guestbook, right? No...Tim is cool. Cool! Opposite of lame! But, do you know who *is* lame? Everyone who comes to my site and doesn't sign the guestbook. It's very seventh grade but I do not care! Do you hear me Jenks?

At the Yahoo page, in the Yahoo Shopping box, under products: *NSYNC. Perfect!



Oh, and treeb jen, or -b, is cool. I'd link to his page but I'm gonna steal some of his design so that would just be tacky, no?



Off to Spanish, para charlar sobre Pinochet y la dictadura en Nicaragua y otros temas positivos!

Midterms = poop.



What about this for a Friday Focus idea? We always talk about our international students, but what about international faculty members and what they bring to the University?



New digicam and obsession! Look down.

It's after 4 a.m. I'm just getting ready to leave Targum. The things I do for this place! (Let's see how long it takes to find a parking spot on my street...)

People are screaming all over College Ave. It's amazing how fanatical people will get over women's sports - but only when the men suck so hardcore.

In the West region, Rutgers defeated top-seeded Georgia. Get ready for the FINAL FOUR, baby! Philadelphia, here we come.

You learn something new everyday. Thanks treeb jen.

"Martha, Martha, how does your garden grow?" Have you seen this commercial. And, more importantly, do you care about her garden?



Oh, and Tim is a goober! Ha...sweet on the outside, but totally nuts inside. I like!

A few days ago Tom wrote "I think the sin of the weblogger or web celebrity is their (our?) compulsion to attach a name to the writings." That can be easily applied to journalists. Once you see your name in print, it becomes an obsession. It's the greatest feeling in the world. (As good as seeing that stocked pantry!) That's why I hate this journalism class. All of my good stories will never see the glory of black newsprint. Sigh.

1. Apartment hunting sucks.

2. NCAA basketball games on the West Coast suck. They cause me to have to stay at Targum until 3:30.

3. Having to find a creative way to celebrate a co-worker's birthday sucks.

4. Making a pretty resume in quark and then having to send it to someone as a lame word attatchment sucks.

5. Life ... does not suck.

It's called a guestbook. Use it! :)

[Back to the Oscars] My faith in humanity was restored when Swank and Spacey won Oscars. So right. I psyched myself out, though, by saying, "I'll be so mad if Annette wins, and she will!" That way if she did win I wouldn't be so annoyed. Clever TJ.



But watching the whole show means I didn't get to Targum until after midnight. I'm almost done now, at 2:45, but I have to write two long journalism stories and a music paper for tomorrow. I'm so not sleeping.

[Brief non-Oscar moment] Anyone familiar with the opera Dido & Aeneas? Let me know! IM = UbiEx, Email = tj@vignette.org

But, his speech is super nice. I like Michael Caine :) Is that even how you spell it? I don't know.

AHHHH!. Michael Caine, please bow down to Tom's cock! Respect the god damned cock! So angry. The Oscars are lame.

Sick sick sick! Phil Collins needs to go away, far far away, with Rod Stewart and Sting and everyone else. The fact that South Park lost means Hillary Swank will definitely lose too. Blah.

Angelina Jolie wins the oscar and Winona isn't even nominated. And, seriously, what kind of sketchy shit goes down at her house? She and her brother seem *close* - anyone see the Golden Globes? Yikes!

First category. Unknown chick wins and keeps the speech super short. That's the way to go.

OK. Ricky Martin is either really smart or really stupid. But Barbara Walters is an excellent journalist. She knows when to push and exactly when to stop...

Lauren, Ben and I went food shopping. They best feeling in the world is walking past the pantry and seeing your shelf full of junk food. Even better than getting an A on a paper you wrote the night before. Such a good feeling! On the way home from the super-dee-dooper A&P we decided that Linda is going to become a verb. To linda = to do something ridiculously stupid that no one else would ever do. (I love her, though!)

The Oscars are on soon! I'm such a media whore, so this is one of my favorite days. Yeah!

"Last night I had a dream..." Actually, I can't remember much of it, but Tim and Marcus were there, sitting in the row behind me in some sort of auditorium. Addie was also there and I was helping her for some reason. The most detailed scenes I can remember are being on the phone in a hallway and hearing trumpets blare and whispering to my mom, "I gotta go. The governor is coming!" The other is sitting gazing over at Tim's row and spotting him (wearing shorts and a t-shirt at such a grad event) totally making out with some random guy. Es un poco extrano, no?

Hey, I joined the "fantabulous" webloggers ring. I'm such the follower!



Also, I got this in the mail today. I thought it might be official or important since it was sent to Tracy, the real name. It says:



Dear parent: Congratulations! Your daughter's name has been submitted to our office as a prospective State Finalist for the 200 Miss New Jersey American Coed Pageant.



Oy vey.

Oh, did I mention I have blisters on my feet? That's what I get for trying to jump into spring yesterday by throwing on shorts and sandals and hitting the park with Lauren and Snickers. Adidas did me wrong...



I wanna write a journal entry. I really do! Oh no. The slackage, I can't fight it! I'm not strong enough!

I have developed a bad habit. For the past three days I've left on the TV while falling asleep, so I wake up to the weirdest shit. Today was the very end of Saturday morning cartoons. One of the commercials totally brought me back to 3rd grade. The lamely-animated owl and the naive little boy with the tootsie roll pop! Does anyone really know how many licks it takes to get to the center? I tried, as I'm sure most kids did, but never got very far without biting into the chocolately goodness.

Um...I think it's completely evil and wrong that I'm watching Eric Nies in an infomercial hawking Best of the NINETIES CDs. Bad. It is funny to be reminded of songs like "Black Velvet" and "What's Goin' On?"

Linda, Humberto and I left New Brunswick at 7:01 to see Man of La Mancha in Rahway. We should have been home by 11:30. But after getting on the wrong train, waiting for 45 minutes in Perth Amboy and another 40 minutes back in Rahway, I just got home. Welcome to my world.

The case of the University of Wisconsin v. Southworth has created a lot of controversey and received extensive coverage in the lovely Targum, along with other media. We debated the issue for editorials and I assigned many a story about the case for the front page. Jes wrote an editorial about it yesterday and I completely agree with everything she wrote. One of the things I value about the college experience is that we are bombarded with people with different ideals and values and we are forced to thrust ourselves into some uncomfortable situations. Can you imagine life without challenges? A world were we mill around without having to think and redefine ourselves and consider new ways of being. As Jes wrote, "Just think — if Southworth had just started his own organization promoting the ideals he believed in instead of filing a lawsuit, his message would have reached the student body. Instead, and rightfully so, the Supreme Court silenced his assault on the free exchange of ideas." I'm all about working with the system, especially one that is fair to begin with. Student fees are an invaluable way of fostering the exchange of thought at a university. Without blind support for many groups, like the gay groups or the libertarians or the feminists or even the stupid chess club, many would be forced to fold or spend time fund-raising instead of accomplishing their goals... Rock on free speech.

I'm blogging again. Because I can. Because I'm sitting here at Targum and I have Spanish in 30 minutes and I still have homework I have to do. So, the obvious way to spend my time is talking about jack shit here...

So, this is my first attempt at blogging. I spent hours designing a kick-ass page, but it looked completely distorted on Netscape and I didn't have the patience to keep working on it, so I scrapped the whole thing. Very mature, but I like this better. It's more simple, a lot cleaner. Woo, I love me some blogger!



Literally for months I had been admiring Rebekah's blog and desperately trying to figure out how she was able to update so easily and frequently. When she mentioned blogger about a month ago I decided to create my own to replace to the main page, which had been bothering me. I mean, the strip of faces was making me sick. Then Tim created his amazing, well-designed blog and TJ got jealous. Someone beat me to it! (Um, tons of people beat me to it, but I'm talking about people withint my little circle of links.) But I'm over that. This is my blog. Love it. Live it. Breathe it.