9/30/2004

Tonight I cried. A lot.
Because my art director is mentally handicapped, mother-workers who do not have college degrees are equally brainless, and various clients decided to demonstrate to me how they have the mental capability of a wooden post. And then, at 7:30, God decided to shut the power of in our office.
So I just left.

And, after two swollen eyes and an unessesary Chipolte burrito later, I'm back to being so frigging tired. I don't care anymore. It got to the point today where I would literally hang up with a client and then I would take the large sharpee I was holding and pretend to draw all over my face and eyes while pretending to jab into my skull. Yes, I kind of almost lost it.

I miss Laura. My sister. She used to be my sidekick at home. And actually, yesterday I wish she was here so we could have made puppy chow. We always did that. Miss you, Laura. And take Bio pass/fail. But pass.

Great, now I feel like ralphing all over. I need to take a shower, pack for my beloved Omaha, and fall the heck asleep. God, why am I not an actress, or a rockstar, or something gay like that. No, 'cause I am in production and I now have purple bags, more like suitcases under my eyes.
And I accidentally broke Mom's dinner plate in the driveway.

Get me to Brian fast. I need a hug and a kiss.

9/29/2004

Kids, I've joined Globo-fit.
That's spanish for Quivera Sports Club. I absolutely love it so much. I feel 80 pounds ligher. I just get so tired. Which I guess is a good thing, because I did have that sleeping issue I blogged about earlier.
Now, my head is literally ready to hit the keyboard at any time. adlkfja;diguadglk.
Just kidding, what am I, punchy?

Tomorrow I ship a magazine. Today,I did, at times, get a little pissed and stressed because I felt some of my clients went mentally retarded on me. But I'm not going to sweat it. I have to go in early tomorrow, just to see how much I can get done in a day.
So this means I can wear a pony-tail tomorrow, yippee hooray.

Did anyone happen to catch Laguna Beach last night on MTV? Give me a freaking break. It's a bunch of rich idiots who are like 12 but act like they blink and dollar bills come flying out of their butts. It's like set to look like they are all totally glamorous. WHERE ARE THEIR PARENTS? Sure, they have house parties in mansions overlooking the ocean, sure they rent out 800$ hotel rooms for a black and white party, but good gracious get these girls some clothes and the boys their first hair cut and bottle of shampoo of their life. It seriously bothered me. If I ever met one of those girls.. say the one named "Lo" or the one they lovingly refer to as "LC" I'd grab them by their hoop earring and swing them over my head where I would let them go and they would hit one of the boy characters (who is surfing in the ocean) and he would wake up in the sand and realize he is on a show like this.

Bridal update: Dress being purchased on Friday, Photographer needs to call me back so she can get my business, invitation/paper things are in progress, got nice card from Gramma today.

I need to take a shower and then rest my weary head.
Tomorrow might be shabby, but I bought pitas and lime chips. And I get to do some banking.

9/28/2004

Silly Will (click here)

The Used CD comes out today.
Sweet Jesus, I can't get to best buy fast enough to purchase that sweet piece of compact disc.

This weekend was nice but consisted of absolutely no sleep. I'm doing this thing lately during the week where I like to go to bed at 1am and then try to wake my chipper self up at 6am to go work for the day. News flash Walter Cronkite, it doesn't happen. So basically, I wake up each morning and fall back asleep with the lights on as I started to watch Katie Couric and baldy Lauer on the Today Show.
Hey, I'm trying to learn more about the news, people.

Anyhow, on Friday, Brian got in and we feasted on some tasty Chinese food in Highland Plaza. Then we basically went home and fell asleep. The next morning we drove off to Lawrence to see the KU fieldgoal kicker consistently blow every field goal he kicked. And big Mangina-cheeseburger. He's a whole lotta man. So, we went for the Phillip Morris Tailgate Tent. I kind of just tagged along behind Brian, being the fiance-person as he talked about territories and clients and quotas and other manley-man things.
Oh, I also ate some shredded chicken mixed with catsup and onions.
Yep. It was maybe not what I would like to eat every single day. Or ever again.

We watched the game at Montie's.. where I continued to rack up some sleep. Then for the rest of the night we dined at Jeffersons, and I slept more. Yes I did. Oh, we also watched everybody's horror-flick-favorite, Wrong Turn. It was sick and grody and had all these inbred hillbillies who ate people and surprisingly had excellent bow and arrow skills. Brian was cute, he tried to tell everyone in the middle of the movie that maybe this was too much and we should watch Mean Girls. Just because I hate these sick gore movies. But I think everyone couldn't hear him so we finished it up and moved onto Varsity Blues?

The next day, we woke up before the sun rose and drove back to KC and straight to the Chiefs game. It was so sweet. I love seeing that field. There was perfect weather, skanky hos walking up and down the aisles, and nachos & cheese in my mouth. Except we lost and we are well on our way to being 0-5. But the stealth bomber flew by and that was freaking awesome. I think Brian mainly loved it because it looked like a giant flying computer chip. And he loves computers.

Over lunch me and mom are going to visit Ida's again and try on the two possible dresses. And holy cow she just called and said she would even stop by Best Buy before she comes to buy me the new USED CD.
If that is not a Mom who loves her daughter, I don't know what is. She is the bomb dot com.

It is also official that I will be working out at a gym today. I will embarrass myself and sweat some LBs.
But I must begin the quest for physical perfection.

9/24/2004

My faith has been restored, by Ida at Ida's bridal.
Now I must eat my cheese and cracker lunch.

And Decide.

Hmph.

Things I need:
1.) the most freaking amazing dress to just come out and talk to me.
2.) an awes photographer like this one: KJ or like this one who is booked: flintphoto

IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK? Yes. yes, it is, when you live in Kansas. Last night me and mommy went to this place called Evening Elegance or something gay like that. Apparently, we were supposed to have an appointment. Those bitches (top bitch pictured here) were like, "Yeah, um, you REALLY should have an appointment, though. We have two lined up at 7:00, so I just don't think we'll have time to treat you like a princess." IT WAS 6:00. She looks like a wet dog sat on her head. You bet your ass they squeezed me in. This place was like a boutique. You went in your own private room and they dress you behind a lace curtain, while your mom sits on a velvet chase lounge chair and sips champagne. Just kidding. Only about the champagne. So then I come out from behind this curtained-off room and walk up onto this all wood mini stage, surrounded by mirrors and spotlights. Oh yeah, and before I put the dress on, she (cutest girl on planet) comes out with them, one at a time, and presents them to me. I don't even get to see all the dresses. They interview you and then one at a time bring them out based on what you said while talking to them. It was all smancy. But yes, I want to go back. I think I may have tried on another possibility. Damnit.

Then after that little jaunt, me and the momster went to Jessica McClintock where I would only buy a dress there if I wanted to look like a hooker on crack. Then last night after coming home, I searched for photographers for 3 hours until I went blind in my left eye. WHHHHYYYYYY.

I did take a muscle relaxer last night and fell really asleep. This was not smart, because when it came time to wakey-wakey this morning, my eyelids were glued shut. But then I burned a CD, looked at my Dawson's Creek Trip pictures for no reason, and ate two chocolate chip cookies for a power breakfast.

9/23/2004

Shit, why does there have to be things like couture that mess with your mind?

Things to note:
-i could drink honey mustard.
-i have finally, by the grace of God, gotten my inbox down from 73 to 11 emails.

Alert. Alert. I think I tried on my wedding dress last night.
First one, first store. But I keep thinking about it and I haven't tried on another one that compares. So now, I've gotta get motoring. Because by God it takes a century to purchase and receive a wedding dress. So if I want it ordered, rather than (eww) buy it off the rack, It's gotta be done this weekend. Um, crunch time. So now I have to go and look at every other store to make sure there isn't a better one out there.

And the beauty of it is, I can't tell any of you on this blog what it looks like. Because Brian reads this.
So if you must know, email me at jhall@primediabusiness.com

So last night me and Kris went to the big D. Bridal. We found a very cool bridesmaid dress.
Very "romeo and juliet". But don't worry ladies, I haven't nailed down my pick or color. So hold tight.
But seriously folks, that experience was the weirdest thing I have ever done.
Mainly when they put the veil on. I was like, um... excuse me?

Tonight I am meeting with Mom and photographer possibility.
Then we are going to two dress stores tonight. Oooh baby.
Call me a wedding woman. You can't stop me. I'm getting majorly excited.

PS..
I thought these gems of our two favorite presidential candidates would be a fitting end to the blog entry:

9/21/2004

Happy Birthday Brian!!

Today was kinda gay if you ask me.
I was a good worker today. I was tired this morning, though. So I had to get some fuel in the form of an egg and cheese on a biscuit. Which I so eloquently wrote a check for. Man.

Man. I listened to the Emery CD like seven times today completely.

After work, me and mom and Kris went to Chipolte. Obviously I'm not watching the LB's here. This is why tomorrow I will join Quivera Sports Club. To work myself out. Every day, people. Pretty soon, you won't be able to recognize me. Um, who am I kidding.
I'll be the plain T-shirt gap model with a cheeseburger in my hand and a cupcake in my pocket.

Tonight i watched stupid TV. God, someone please get me a life. And a wardrobe.

Topic to discuss amongst yourselves: Is it gay/horrible to register at Pottery Barn?

Alight, time to rest my head.

9/20/2004

Eww. I've got some sick rash that formed a circle on the inside of my arm. Go away, rash.

So today was a pretty awes day at work. Because I have a new attitude, people. I'm not going to let work get the best of me. No siree. Haha.. but I went the entire day without checking my phone messages. Ooopsies.

So this weekend was the bomb. Mainly because of the sweet TV we purchased. I also bought Brian, King of Nerds, the Star Wars Trilogy, scheduled to come out tomorrow. Then I planted the TV on him. See.. they go together. Brilliance, I tell you. We also went out to eat at Hectors, where I had a margarita the size of my head. And our favorite place ever, Charlstons. Yummy in my tummy. The first movie we watched on our new Mitz (Furn Mart slang for Mitsubishi) was Old School. I made to the gang-bang and then I pretty much fell asleep on the couch.

The Chiefs blew again this weekend. However, I still will go to the game this weekend.
Trent, you better shape up or ship out.

I am going to visit photographer Misty Woodward on Thursday,
and I was really pumped about it until I found out that no one can go with me. This is swell.

So I never really got to publicly blog about my big trial. Basically, in a nutshell, a newly-released inmate-homeboy named Damone Cribbs got angry. He, and I quote, 'felt like he wasn't getting respect from the Deputy, so he wasn't going to respect the Deputy.' "Funny, you're an inmate," I think. But Mr. Cribbs (this is what we called him) (which always made me think of MTV Cribs) decided to go on a wild running/chasing spree around maximum security pod F. Mid way through the chase, he decides to shimmy down the railing on the second level, down to the first, which is a good 17-20 feet. Bad idea, Damone. Big D was on suicide watch, so as soon as the Deputy saw him take a jump for the cold hard concrete, the Deputy grabbed his shirt collar and the Sergeant handcuffed him to the railing, where he literally was being hung. It looked horrible (we got to see a crumby surveillance tape). He was finally released into the arms of a bunch of officers. Now, on the stand, Mr. Cribbs said he was unconscious and foaming at the mouth because he was being hung. Although, when he was released, he seemed fine enough to wrestle 9 guards on the ground. Oh, he also managed to bite the Deputy, which meant Mr. Cribs in turn got sprayed twice in the eyes with pepper spray. And he claims that this pepper spray was not a good idea because, oh by the way, he has asthma. So Damone was suing the Deputy for excessive use of force (the hanging, the pepper spray). Now, we, the jury had to decide if it was malicious and sadistic.

Did I mention that Mr. Cribs told the jail nurses that he was hearing chipmunks talk to him in his mind? And also at one point, Mr. Cribb's softball coach-lawyer man/woman claimed that she was NOT trying to deny the fact that (and she said this) "Mr. Cribs was act'in a fool." I mean I had to like bite the inside of my mouth so I wouldn't lose it. Another thing: the lawyer for the Deputy was A MIDGET.
Boy, was he sharp though. You'd want that midge in any lawyer situation.

And we found the trial in favor of the Deputy. And I did this jury duty for three long days.
On the other hand, I have become an experienced high-volume traffic driver. JK. I was a nervous nellie.

Well I just got back from the Emery show downtown. Holy cow. That was like one of the best live shows I have ever seen in my life. They were so powerful. Way harder than on their CD. Mike, you missed a good show my friend. I have a new respect for this band. God, I would fly myself to another state where they are playing. I love them so much. It makes me want to listen to some rockin' music all freakin' night. P.S. I even saw some boys doing more than moshing. They were literally doing like Jean Claude Van Damnnn cool moves and like being all ninja and matrix and propeller armed. I have never seen anything like it.
A little too hardcore, power-ranger men.

And Mikey, I'd like to formally apologize for the absence in blog postings.
I'll try to be more regular, for you and other readers. My life was just a little outta wack last week.
But I'm back and I choose the blog, baby.

The arm rash is gone, kids.

9/18/2004

I just did a very "adult" thing.

Yeah, it'd be safe to say it's a 62 incher.

9/15/2004

Oh Shoot. I am enjoying some Cookies and Creme Edy's Ice Cream.
I love it the best when it melts. And I love it the best with a glass of water.

Um, I just realized something in the shower.. I am going to get to register. Like go through a store and zap things with a gun and they will be mine. But don't worry. I won't ask for things like a melon baller.

Next on the list is picking out a photographer. Dudes, I'm real excited about Misty Woodward.
Steph, can you really tell me about her? I mean like really? Because I think I'm in love with her.

I also need to start picking some freaking colors. I'm so clueless.
Here's a quick poll: Bridesmaid Dresses. Really light soft pink
-or-
tan/peach/champagne/mocha
Kansas, lock in your votes. Virginia, lock in your votes. Illinois, lock in your votes.

Well another day of being a Federal Juror. Let's just say the case brought in some interesting new information today. I can't wait until I can tell you all about it. I feel so important and official. This morning was no good though. It was 10am, but since you just sit there and listen, you feel like it's still 6:00am. So me and a fellow juror had to slam a dew during our 15 min. morning break. Can't have Judge see us yawn or dose off. Probably shouldn't let the criminal see that either. Yeah.

I kind of really enjoy not working this week. I didn't work today, people. I called and they wanted me in and wondered if I was coming in this weekend? Um, I'm getting the heck outta Dodge. I'm done. I'm gonna be F'ing breezy. If it doesn't get done, it won't get done. It's high time I started giving Jenn some time. Me. I can't turn into a 50 year old retard worker, quite yet. Wait no, never. I'm gonna be cool.

People at the Pri, there is a slight chance I might make it to the Chiefs BBQ on Friday. If this thing gets done soon. But I won't go purchase a veggie tray just yet.. in fact, um, I don't ever bring one when I'm supposed to.

I'll see you homos later.

9/14/2004

Oh cripes.

It's like I've been at the freaking circus all day. People, I've been selected to serve on a jury for a trial that will last mos def all this week, and possibly all day Monday of next week. And the beauty of it is, I can't tell you a thing about it. But you can bet your bottom dollar I'm taking mental notes. I already have some sweet sweet stories, maybe not so "legal" in matter, as they are retardedly mind-blowing. And on a side note, I did see the bearded Lance Armstrong-leotard-shirt-wearing Scary Sally.
Thankfully, we will not be performing our civic duty together.

So, this means, no work for the rest of the week. Some would praise the baby J, but me.. I'm sweating it. Two PROMO books ship out this week. One tomorrow, one Friday. I'm not going to be present for either one. And they are screwed. I had to call my boss a couple of times at her request today on my breaks. She implied that it might be nice if I swing by after making the 40 minute drive back home from KCK. I did. It was 5:30. I worked until 8:30. I came home crying. Nothing had been done on my desk except an ad index. I am not going to work anymore this week. I can't if I want to have sanity the rest of my life.

Phew.. enough of that poo-poo.

I like this blogging at night thing. I just ate some Kraft Mac and now I'm gonna pay some bills, address two letters, shower and lay the freak in my bed with some more reality tv that I have so dearly taped.

NOTE: Brian, we will need to register for Tivo.

9/13/2004

I am getting married on June 4th in Kansas City!

Hello all. Think of me now as Ted Koppel, bringing you nightly news and bad hair. I'm afraid I'll have to post at night from now on. Work has got the best of me, so there is no time to blog on company time.
But I'll still give you your daily updates, you whiners.

This weekend I took a half day off on Thursday because I felt ill and also, sister Kristin had an afternoon of reception sites to see. We first viewed a ballroom downtown. Right next to a homeless bus station. I'm sort of going for that "urban-original" reception site. I don't want a hotel and Lord, I don't want the OP Ritz Charles all purpose loserville room. Next, we went to Figglio Tower. On the Plaza, view of JC Nichols fountain. Interesting inside. Curved room. Vaulted dome over the dance floor. Food catered by Figglios, Plaza III, and George Bretts Restaurant. Yes folks, this is where we shall have my reception.
It is in a nutshell, the bomb.

After heaven, we stopped by the Classic Cup Wine Cellar. This is, I believe, where we will be having the rehearsal dinner. And if you look at this place and don't think it is the most awes private dining experience, then by God you should be shot. Question: Should every out of town guest be invited to the rehearsal dinner? This is what I hear. Please discuss.

After this gloriousness, we checked out Hyatt on Crown Center, and while it was nice,
it was just too cookie cutter for me baby.

So that's it man. I got my date. Call me sweet cause I'm getting married.

Thursday night I flew to a St. Louis. (I am becoming a pro.)
Got in, ate some ruthless Taco Hell, had massive stomach crampage, heaved, and went to bed.

Friday night we had girls night out with Mrs. Scott, Holly and Jenny. It was the bomb. We went to this cute little Bistro (yeah I said it) where a train went by us, and chatted over some stuffed grape leaves. Then we went back for some quality time on the porch with the killer dogs. Then later, after Brian managed to come back from Boys Reunion 2004, Jenny made us a bonfire in her backyard and we roasted S'mores! But um, Brian roasted a nasty beef frank.

Saturday we ate at Ted Drews (Food Channel Ice Cream Favorite) and I bought a new Jacket at J-Crew. Yeah, it's brown. I think the man put every possible piece of candy in my concrete. It tasted sugar-ballish. You win some, you lose some. Then at night, me, Brian Scott, and DC Brian Seagraves (holla!) spent some quality time in the basement with the Will Ferrell 2 DVD.

Sunday I was home and my Chiefs lost. Same defense, blah blah blah.
I could have ran up the middle with no pads or helmet and scored. Damnit.

Today sucked at work. The power went off for an hour, computers were all screwed up, and I screwed myself and 2 co-workers by being gone tomorrow and later, for jury duty. Yes, tomorrow I am summoned to be there. Again. Cause I didn't get picked last time. Jesus, I just hope that the one person who talks to me isn't that old lady from last week who wore a bright yellow leotard shirt that zipped up the back, and also sporting a healthy patch of beard hair on her chin. Sick.

Tonight I went a little nuts. I cleaned my brains out. Organized too. Feasted at the Elephant Bar, made a waiter mad about MU vs. KU, got in a fight with that waiter, and went to Office Max. Here, I purchased two file-folder tubs. One for bills, one to make into a magazine portfolio. I also got a wayyyy too expensive color ink cartridge and some teal blue file folders. Just call me awesome.

Then, oops, at borders I purchased Emily Post's Wedding Etiquette Book, and yeah, Jessica Simpson's "I Do" Wedding book. It's just so beautiful.

Ok kids, I'm gonna go into my bed. I still got two amish episodes, a queer eye, and if someone could tell me when i can see an encore presentation of the first Apprentice, I would kiss you to death.

Pri, I'll miss you tomorrow. No wait, I won't. Bring on those criminals. Aarrg.

9/08/2004

Hi. My name's Jenn and I haven't blogged since the dawn of time. I'm sorry people.
I'm about to launch into a re-cap, if you will.

Thursday 9/2: I shipped October Electronic Musician, thus completing my 4th day of staying at work past 7pm. I don't love it. I guess the highlight of this day would be the moment when I'm at my wits end, and I proceed to tip over my entire extra large pop cup from Quizno's. The river Dr. Pepper flowed mighty. Into my keyboard, computer tower, any important papers, my lamp, the carpet...my pants. Then I started to get punchy and I thought it would be okay to say clever things to my employees like, "So, if you're thirsty, just come on over and lick my desk." Bad..

Friday 9/3: Very dull. Brian came (yay!) Him, Mom, and I visited a very cool loft downtown as a possible reception hall. Me-calm, cool. Brian-quiet, bored. Mom-asking where fire exits are, and how many people have died in that location as a result of reception/fire/tragedy. I MEAN COME ON.

Saturday 9/4: Went early morning shopping for possible "Parents Meet Parents" clothes. Or as Riskarella refers to it as, the Hall/Scott Summit. I go on to buy 100$ worth of unessesary tops at banana Republic. Including one that is all lacy and boob-showing and working-the-corner-ish. Brian loves it, so I wear it. Very appropriate for his parents, apparently. Here is a picture of the best night:

Jenn, looking very busty indeed. The night was perfect. My Dad was loud, I got the most cutest save-the-date homemade cards from Brian's sister Jenny, we ate some squid and steak at J. Alexanders,
Mom gave me an official planner book, and Brian got a groom-man-book:

Spaz McGee. Oh, I forgot to say how I got my nails done. French manicure, first time ever. Debbie did them. Sometime, in person I'll show you how Debbie said "owwwh-kay" meaning, she agreed with everything I said to her:

Debbie: Girl, did you hear Trista from the Bachelor has a doll collection?
Ryan makes her keep them on a shelf in the closet..
Little me: I would too.
Debbie: owwwhh-kay?? I mean fa real you know it.

Sunday 9/5: Woke up, ate the Chipolte, shopped at Furn Mart, went to Lawrence, JB Stouts, and then Montie's. Had too fab of a time.

Monday 9/6: Felt like butt, began feeling like complete ass. Which, is still carrying onto today, 9/8. My eyes are wonky, my nose is stuffed beyond its wildest dreams, and my head feels real bad.
Perfect, because tomorrow night I fly to St. Louis. Um, will my head explode?

Tuesday 9/7: glorious yesterday. Me and Jenny went up to Lawrence to see The Samples play. I purchased a rock star belt at Urban Outfitters. I think it set the pace for the whole night. We ate at La Parilla. Then we met the keyboardist, Krazy Karl on the streets. He told us to go to the tour bus because they would burn us two Samples DVDs.

So yeah, brave me knocked on the tour bus, got us in and hung out with this man:

The lead singer of The Samples, Sean Kelly. We hung out, burned DVD's and talked about Sea Monkeys and their recently-purchased life size-talking barbie head. You can comb her hair! Then we were all sitting there and Sean goes (pointing at my finger) "WOAH! Look at little miss engaged! Let me see that ring, girl! Congrats!" I'm sorry but I think that's way cool. Then we saw the show and whilst in mid song, Sean stops, says..."Jenn? Jenn!" right into the freaking microphone. I still feel cool for that.
Then I got home at 2 in the morning.

I do not feel good now. I have to pack for the Lou and I should have impositioned my book tonight.
No way is that going to get done. Say prayers for me.

9/01/2004

So i don't usually write about my feelings on here, cause mostly I just try to be so funny for people. But the truth is, work is really sometimes making it hard for me to breathe. I am getting so stressed out lately, and it's just not healthy. This week has been no exception and I come home either ready to punch a hole in the wall or crying because I just feel so behind or unpleasing to people. I don't eat dinner until 9:30 or 10:00 and I don't have the time to do the things I like to do. I love my job, but right now I'm doing two of them. And it's going to stop. It has to.

Now, onto better things.
Like Zach Braff..


I saw Garden State last night. Totally emo, but really good. Actually, I enjoyed the grave-digger friend the most. But yeah, if Zach calls in five minutes, I won't hang up. (love you Bri)

So I'm gonna go lay down in bed and snuggle up. I'm gonna watch Queer Eye and the Amish show on tape. It's going to be all I need.
I also need a wedding date, some new clothes, a church, reception hall, and a girlish figure.

As Dad always says.. the sun will still come up tomorrow and nobody's gonna shoot me.