my so-called existence
iTunes is spinning: Broken Social Scene -"Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old"
as the Olympics came to a close yesterday with a very dissapointing closing ceremony and a huge security breach for the last event the
marathon. some crazy dude upset the Brazilian runner's chances for a better medal contention. as is, he still got bronze.
so as i turn on the tele today, the commotion of the Olympics is once again over as everyone's favourite soaps dominate the daytime airwaves. there have been many new faces, on Days of Our Lives, they've changed the actress who plays Belle like three times, none of which i like better than the one they had on originally. Also, everyone's top choice for over the top and ever so slow plot playing soap Passions, both Fox and Theresa have been replaced with new actors. hmm. i wonder if they ran off to elope. rumours have it that they are dating in real life. anyways so that's jenny's soapbit du jour.
my off hours of entertainment these days have been filled with the ever so thick september/fall issues of various magazines.
what i like about these back to school end of summer issues is that they're every so time consuming that and when you're done they make great paperweights as this september issue of vogue boasts that this is 'our biggest issue ever!' and indeed it is with 832 pages and weighing in at almost 1.5 inches, that's what i call a bigass magazine. however as everyone knows more than half of this is blazoned with advertisement after ads, but that's part of the joy of reading fashion magazines. oggling the perfect air brushed models and wishing that you could afford all the haute couture must haves for the upcoming change of season. but alas i'm entitled to
oggling. after reading page after page of pretty people clad in the lastest wear i realized (without much effort) that hot young celebs are really dominating the fashion scene. as miss maggie gyllenhaal is the lastest face for
Miu Miu and classic hottie miss scarlet johansson as the lastest muse for fashion icon house
Louis Vuitton and even actresses who can't act in come Lindsey Lohan has the chance to appear in ads for bag makers
Dooney and Burke
so i guess, my next goal in life is to become a very very dangerious triple threat: actress/singer/model so hot fashion designers will be showering me with free goodies and dying for me to step on the pink carpet with their lastest creations. alright. i'm awake from my dream.
it's two-fifty-eight: and i'm about to head off to my dentist apointment for the year two thousand and four. i miss the toys you got as a reward for no cavities. *smiles big and wide*
with my dancing shoes on the needle spins the record of my heart.
iTunes is spinning: Senses Fail-"Let it Enfold You"
Thought of the day: to be naturally thoughtful is natural.
it's seven-twenty-five: i'm at a lost for lyrics.
directions to my heart.
iTunes is spinning: Straylight Run -"Your Name Here (Sunrise Highway)"
go east on sunrise highway
turn left at carmen's avenue
go right at the first stoplight
and i'll be outside waiting for you....
ever feel like you're a bad actor stuck in a movie with a shitty script and you can't seem to make it better. heh. good luck. in other news, the weather today is disgusting. where has my summerdays gone? however, a few good things to look forward to is:
Who:
Broken Social Scene
Where: Harbourfront Center
When: August 27, 2oo4
Time: ~9:00
Cost: FREEEE!!!
Why:
BSS is part of the GOBSMACKED events presented by NOW!
so that is where i will be tomorrow night. woo. also another upcoming good date is:
September 3rd. Why you ask, that is because
WICKER PARK is coming out! I've already ranted about wanting to see this movie and i only have to wait one more week before i'll come face to face once again with my delicious josh hartnett. droools. otherwise all other events i have planned from now till i die that will go on is... my ever steadily thirst for retail therapy. however, what goodness comes out of this is my new Punk Royal pants. everyone go 'ohhhhhuuuu'.
it's four-fifty-six: and the chocolate chip cookies are begging me to savour their scumptious morsel of a delicasy in my books.
dirty dancing
iTunes is spinning: Fall Out Boy-"Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner"
my head's been up in the clouds and my heart's been steadily plummeting to the ground and my hand is madly clawing for something real to hold on to. summer's coming to an end. everything in me feels it. the fast turning gross weather we've been having the fact that i can see the first day of school in the back of my mind. however, summertime is still here i must remember that despite mother nature's stubborness to not cooperate. i've been overdosing on the shopping pill lately tsk tsk. i know i shall suffer for this one day when i'm starving and there is zero dollars in my wallet. reality-well i just need to get off my lazy ass and go get myself a a job. easier said than done. heh. well in other news i'm jonesing for a new pair of not really dancable much less walkable st-i-lle-toes!
i'm also really jonesing for a new cell phone as well. perhaps one that gets service and doesn't die on my quite so frequently! please santa? well the picture ala right hand side is of my and my loverette taken with katie's nifty camera phone. the quality's meh. but this picture is definitely worth more than a thousand words. .... i really need to track down that other scandalous picture we took from one of those xbox boys........
it's nine-thirty-six: and i'm going to try to get into a VCC course that's currently full via a CCIT hookup i've got. *winks.
iTunes is spinning: Frou Frou - Let Go
ok. let's recap. where has jenny been and done in the past couple of days.
0. Finally done summer school
-officially last 3 weeks of summer summer.
1. Finally got to watch Garden State.
-it was such a sweet movie, accompainied by a few awesome songs in the moive that fit just so perfectly.
2. Finally went to my first Warped Tour.
-was a crappola 3 hour drive down, but Matchbook Romance and Fall Out Boy really did it justice. we still managed to miss out on a lot of bands. i saw a lot of dusty dirty people. and i managed to run into a few boys i know.
3. Finally got to see Finch live in concert
-it was a good show. but the lead singer's mic really needed to be turned up. but still "what it is to burn" was ridonkulous. i still enjoyed it. however, i was deaf for a few hours after...... then saw some boys i know on the Gardiner on the way home... wierd but no doubt they were also present at forementioned concert session.
4. Finally found out where we're living on residence
-ERINDALE HALL BABY!!!!! now i just have to get over having to walk miles to get to my car. sigh. that and hayley kormann needs to get her ass on paying!
The olympics are a bit dissapointing this year. and i'm not even sure why.
it's five-fifty-two: and my heart feels broken in two and there's no reason as to why.
i'm addicted to you like a bad habit.
iTunes is spinning: Taking Back Sunday- "One Eighty By Summer"
Go on just say it,
You need me like a bad habit,
One that leaves you defenseless, dependent, and alone.
Go on just say it (Are you afraid to),
You need me like a bad habit
(Say what you want to, tell me you want to),
One that leaves you defenseless, dependent, and alone.
(Are you afraid to say what you want to, tell me you want to).
MISSING: one digital camera
if found, please return to jenny.
it's two-thirty-five: and i'm in need of some falling asleep snuggles.
important lessons in street smart life.
iTunes is spinning: Maroon 5-"Harder To Breath"
ok so today i learned some really important lessons.
Lesson one: airmiles screw-age
-i finally logged onto my airmiles account online and found out that i actually have 95 airmiles! wowee!. ok. so then i thought a ticket to the zoo was 40 airmiles (or last year more so it was 40 airmiles). however, in the year 2004 airmiles decided to raise the bar to 75 airmiles for a ticket to the zoo. that's ONE admission, almost double last year's point. bah. so now ive' got to wokr harder for more airmiles. but also on the goal, a trip to disneyland number of points needed=2782. thanks for coming out, it's been swell
Lesson two: rogers screw-age
-so this morning i decided to call rogers up and inquire about the trade in or "upgrade' as they call it phone thing. when your two year contract with rogers comes to and end they usually have some dealio or rather to keep you staying with them. ok so i call the 1800 number and get some chick on the phone who won't let me get into my rogers account because it was under my sisters name and i didn't know her postal code and she said that my sister has to call in and put me on as an authorized user who can make changes to the phoen account. bah! ok so i hang up and sidetrack to call my sister in vanny (this was around 9am she was not impressed she's a sleepy slug who lieks to sleep in until 4), however, she woke up to do the deed by calling the 1 800 number again and adding my name on, then she proceeded to call me back with her postal code so i can get in to verify that we are indeed the ones who hold the acccount. ok. so i figured everything was okay, so i go into a rogers store and ask about
the upgrade stuff. the phone i want re:left, the Motorola V220, is still 199 after trading my old phone in, and i still have to sign up for a 2 year contract. ok. um. this makes NO sense. 199! and i'm suppose to be some so called 'valued' customer of rogers. blashphemy. so then they rogers dude helping me out suggest that i call rogers and tell them that i'm unhappy and is considering leaving rogers ass because even my trade in for a new phone cost so much, and that sometimes they'll give you a discount to keep you with them being suckered into another two years of contract. so then i go home and call the number _again_. lady asks for my name gives it to her, asks for my postal code, gives her the one my sister quoted to me and she's like that's not the right one. i'm like what do you mean. she's liek it's wrong. i was like huh. i'm on the account now let me in dammit. she then asked if i kenw the billing address, which of course i didn't it' smy sister's boyrfriend's address or something like that. so i'm like isn't there any other verification thing i can answer!? so the lady's like okay, where does your sister work. now this is funny to me because my sister doesn't work!!! she's been in school forever, and she does not have ajob. i should know. the lady's like no, there's a company code for her, i'm like I"M HER GOD DAMN SISTER I KNOW SHE DOESN"T HAVE A FRIGGIN JOB SHE"S IN SCHOOL!!! i was at my wit's end. i mean ask me anything else, ask me what her favourite colour is, why she has a scar on her knee, why she doesn't like dim sum, why she thinks the sky is blue. something anything else i would prolly have known it. GAH. so i call my sister back telling her the prob, she's in the midst of fixing it. the tally of the score for this game so far. jenny-0, rogers-9889791873182327198. i shake my fist at you rogers! take that.
today is another or those days where i feels as though i'm just sitting still while the world moves about me.
i'ts six-fifty-two: and i'm off to go watch a movie and snuggle with one who fuels my insanity guage.
bright lights, sin city.
iTunes is playing: Baz Lurhmann-"Everyone Let's (wear sunscreen)"
so yesterday was my four-hour-stint as a marca bavaria (*cue the lights, the sexy music, the hot hot sun, the sizzling sand on the beach, and oh yes of course the voluptuous bavaria girl scantily clad in a yellow bikini) sampling girl at the lcbo by 01 and Weston Road. it was fun, i mean people cannot be mean to you when really you're just feeding them free beer samples. mm beeery. ok. to recap. within my pseudo-yes i do work for molsen-and yes i do have my smart serve flex. well. here's a few highlights
-scored a couple of dates-
-girls wanting to know where i got my nifty 'a marca bavaria' shirt.-
-men wanting my shirt....-
-oh and of course guys wanting to taste me instead of the beer. hey. the beer's good-
-a couple of complaints about 6 packy of bavaria being too $$$. dude it's an import (and i'm not talking about vroooom)-
but all in all. it was good times.
So after my easy fifty bucks made for giving out samples of beery for a few hours, i headed over to my girl's crib. *pause for a moment of laughter. hahahahahaha.ok* so then we headed out to swiss chalet for rotisserie chicken dindins. mmmm. dark meat. we stuffed our faces full and headed back to the house for what was to be a wild wild wild night unfolding_and_enfolding you. -for those commited to be brought through our wild night, stick around through the long words... it'll be worth it.
first stop
-destination: horseshoe tavern
-time: about twelve thirty.
-alias: lauren and jenny. code name natalie and alex checking in. dooot dooot doot, okay so we get to the horseshoe because a bunch of molsen people are just making a ruckus in that vincinity and so figured we'd check it out. get there, a band is playing, not bad, sounds like less than jake-ish to me for a few songs there. so i guess that means they've got some awesome potential. ok so get there, and since we're hanging out with all these suave molsen dudes and dudettes we gotta order molsen products. ask for a canadian. sold out. okay so we look at their beery menu. .. no coors light, no coronas, no heineys, no bavarias, to put it this way no other molsen products except a 'molsen stock ale' or something gross like that. pass. i became a traitor and ordered a stellie (insert confusion: i totally thought horseshoe sold coronas. guess not. they've got 'sol' instead. hahaha......) ok so by quarter to one, all of lauren's buds and buddettes decide to leaev us because they've already been drinking themselves silly since about the beery festival a couple of hours before. so now what?
second stop
-destination: my apartment dt styles
-time: roughly 1am
-cover: 5 dollars. bah. okay so it's one am and one hour left to drink really and we did not want to pay the 5 dollar cover even though it was onlyyyyy 2.50 drinks. but hey. that's 2 more drinkies right. so ... well. 2 hot pieces of ass=sweet talking of the bouncer to sneak us through (mission accomplished alex and natalie-1, rest of the world-0.). so upon entering the premises we beelined it to the bar and ordered us a rye and ginger and cranberry vodka. headed out to the patio to meet and greet the familiars if there be any. instead we ran into some loud boisterious 'italian' guy. hah. yeah. right. italian and i'm jamaican and lauren's half chinese half ukranian. damn checkoslovakians. anyways, after we had a debate whether this guy ahad a hearing aid on or cell phone delio attacghed to his left year (for thos eplaying along it was a cell phone!) anyways, led us to meeting a couple of nice guys just chilling in a corner joining our debate. -->in come nice guys one and two. alright. so we're all just chatting it up and of course the hour goes by, our canadian and keiths were slowing downing away, went to go ordder another one and realize that it was almost closing on 3. where the hell was last call!? i dunno. well thse nice guys invited us back to their pad. or ore so the one guy's pad located right in the heart of toronto's own dt scene approx. richmond and peter. ok. well. we're pondering... and we decided these guys seem harmless enough. so.
third stop
-destination: tba
-time: no idea at this time really didn't really care anymore
-new players: 4 guys and still 2 girls. ok so we head back with them and dude we stoppped infront of this amazing facade of what would eventually lead us up to the button embrossed with two letters "PH". wow. gasp. take another moment of silence. man imagine being so young and getting the pleasure to live in such a place. astounding his balcony overlooks queen st. well to wrap things up the city lights do shine ever so brightly in the city below.
fourth and final stop
-destination: home
-transportation: cabby man
-level of energe: exhausted.blitzed.envy.random night.
-we tucked our tired little bodies in bed. sorry for the lack of picture but it was purely unintentional and fully intentional.
it's ten-one-one: and i've been awake for an hour dropping lauren at work and trying to regain my consciousness slowly.
ps-does anyone know where my digi cam is. it was our no. 1 loss last night not having documentaris. but maybe the great unit 808 bandit has struck again. haha.
in a world so full of people, they sleep well in this toronto district tonight.
iTunes is spinning: a medley of shitty leftover bar+club music. bah. delete.
lauren and i embarked on a wonderful mindless rambling random random night.
random. two words
penthouse suite, porsche 911
stayed tuned to tomorrow's episode of jennifer's tomorrow hangover sotyr to begin. then mayhps i'll elaborate more on re:above. or maybe not. you'll just have to come back and see.
it's four-fifty-two o o o: and i swear smoking on a penthouse hotel almost hollywood style is amazing. the city lights below, tonight the lights don't go out in this city below.
reaching back to my roots.
iTunes is spinning: Utada Hikaru - "Devil ON The Inside"
well, as... mm well perhaps most would be unfamiliar with the japanese sensation by the name of
Utada Hikaru but she's been around on the asian pop scene circuit for a few years now. She emerged at the young age of 16
with great hits such as "first love" and "automatic" two of my favourites. however, she tried to cross over to the english market a few years back with a duet with miss foxy brown on the track "blow my whistle" from the Rush Hour 2 soundtrack. and now... she's releasing a full length english album due out on Island records on october 5. Her two new singles off that cd are "easy
breezy" and "devil on the inside". for those wondering how a little japanese girl can make it in the english pop market, well she's fluent in the english language growing up in new york and now attending Columbia university so she's not to be cast into the 'fob' category please. as a big fan of her first single "first love" even though i hardly understand the japanese lyrics... ... i'm not too impressed with her new english debut cd... bah.
on the topic of asians... sony's newest mark in propelling us to the top of having the nifftiest smallet nic nacks ever.
goddamn asians.
it's four-one-five: and yes now and then i reveal my true self. i do have the token asian reputation to live up to. gomen-ne.
