12/29/2004

"Just come on just say it.
Come on just say it.
Well I'll just say it.
I'll just say it,
I need you defenseless, dependent and alone.
She says live up to your first impression.
Well my best side was your worst invention.
In case you live without the intention,
Why cant you live without the intention."


ok.. I just sent an email to christ@bias.com instead of chris@bias.com NICE WORK.

I'm drinking orange gatorade, things are lovely, and today, on this sweet day, my digital cam comes. It was the big Christmas present from M&D. So expect this blog to rock your socks off once I become a pictorial journalist. I must say, I look quite spiffy today here at work. I'm wearing a new shirt from Sister Kristin (Sister Christian?) and a new little V-neck cable knit sweater. And pointy black shoes. So maybe I'll take a picture of myself in the token new Christmas clothes outfit tonight ok get off my back.

Things are pretty busy around here,
seeing as people think you can make a 180 page magazine in two weeks.

So, Christmas was good. I got a plethora of things. Some nice shirts, interpol cd, a white robe, will and grace season 1, some concert dvds, subscription to SPIN, the token candle, a manicure, some homely items, gift cards, etc. All in all, it was nice. Nice to have the B man there with me too. I went out with some old pals, and also saw Lemony Snicket. That movie was the bomb. Go and see it. And I'll give you a billion dollars if you don't like it. I also think I polished off a box of white chocolate oreos while I was on break. You know, got a lot of important stuff done.

Omaha on Thursday for New Year's Eve Spectacular. Go Brian, go Brian, go.

12/24/2004

Hello Poppit.
I guess I need to do a little blogging. Meliss, you got me in the spirit.
Here are a few things I will do in 2005:
1.) Blog regularly, while documenting life with my new digital cam that I will receive as a Christmas present or immediately purchase December 25th.
2.) See the Steve Zissou movie and rejoice because it is awes.
3.) Haul my cottage cheese ass to the gym every single day. Because skinny doesn't make itself, Jenn.
4.) Eat better so I don't look like a blow-up lawn decoration.
5.) Fly up to Chicago.. by way of plane, not arms.

Well, I'm so bored. It's funny, when i'm go go go all I want to do is relax, yet, when I have time to relax, all I want to do is drive to pottery barn and ramsack the ornament clearance bin. I'm stalking it like minx.

Brian is out shopping for the second day in a row. He's been gone for 3 hours, and he'll probably come back with one present, like he did yesterday. Wait, tonight is Christmas eve? Woah.

Yesterday I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. EXCELLENT. I also ate a turkey/bacon sandwich and didn't get out of my pajamas until we hung out with Kimmy, Heather, Kate and her husband and Chris Kataan. We had a grand time and I am jealous of Kim's fashion sense.
I also saw a huge meathead hump a pool table at Tanners.

I also was doing some wash in the laundry room, and when I attemped to leave the room with some wet clothes in hand, I tripped on a laundry basket, landed directly on my two kneecaps, started crying, and possible could have broken a few ribs with the black bruise I have acquired this morning.

Tonight we will go to church for the best night ever. Light up those candles, Pastor Bob! I'm ready.

12/22/2004

Yum. Cheetos, banana, and a little Lou Reed for lunch.
Merry Christmas. Apparently, the bra picture didn't go over real big, so here I am. There has been quite a few cool things going on with me lately that don't involve the pottery barn or a wedding.
So, I'll use this lunch break to blog from the heart of my bottom.

Well, last Wednesday, I went to the Jimmy Eat World Concert with fellow pal Court Campbell. Let me just say, for the record, it was one of the funnest nights I've had in a long while. We began the pre-concert stint with a trip to the Lava Room on Broadway Street, downtown. (After we met the "nicest Raiders fan we will ever know") We wandered in, the record scratched, silence, we weren't locals, and found a hightop table in the back next to some ugly girl who was half making out with her cigarette and half with this man, a good 20 years older than her. It was her birthday, okay? We were famished, so of course we wanted apps and something to wash them down with. Yeah, um, NOTE, the Lava Room does not serve food except for Miss Fishnets popping a digorno in the bar microwave. So we feasted on that with some cocktail napkins serving as plates. Well we were having a good pre-Jimmy chat, while this fat-man's Bob Marley came up to our table and pulled up a stool and said he wanted to talk to us, if we didn't mind. What do you say? So we got to know Tony, he bought us a bev, and we made a sweet new friend who wants us to come back every Tuesday and Friday. We also met his friend, John Malkovitch. This man works in a tat parlor and does work on the side as a face double for John Malkovitch. Court, maybe you can help me here, but I don't really know how we got into this, but this man is explaining his upper arm tattoos to us. On the left was something like your average man and woman doing it while the woman reaches for heaven and the man reaches for hell and the woman is scraching the man's wrist which is bleeding the blood of the devil. The other arm had an angel figure holding a large cross and stabbing a crab. Stabbing a crab you ask? Well, the crab symbolized cancer (the zodiac sign). Get it? HE BEAT CANCER. BAM. We were a little quiet after that, and he told us that he was considering doing his forearms, but that was a whole different set of decisions.

Yeah, we left after that and arrived at the Uptown and just in time for G Love and the Spesh Sauce. He was cool. Then onto the f'ing Donnas. I mean, come on. All they do is wear the damn tanktops and they all have shaggy dog hair that they wip around. And all the songs sound the same. And actually, they have a shaggy dog playing bass guitar. Then, thankfully, Jimmy came on and rocked my face off.
Even though he looked like a body-double for Jason Schwartzman, I can forgive him for that.

Tuesday night I saw Closer. And, Natalie Portman's butthole, apparently. I paid $7.50 for a butthole.
Good God.

Uncle K and Gramcracker are in town for awhile. Brian get's in tonight. I powershopped for every single christmas present last night. It was a champion effort. Well, girls and boys, men and women, subscriptions for Electronic Musician Magazine are available and do make fine Christmas presents.

Peace.

12/20/2004

God, I've got so much to tell.
Maybe THIS will tide you over until the world rids itself of magazines.

12/15/2004

Well, a glorious thing happened on Friday. I got rid of one of my magazines. People got fired, there was blood everywhere, and I just sat in my cube singing U2's "Sunday, bloody Sunday". So now a manager has the smaller, retched one and I still have the best magazine on the planet, Electronic blessid Musician. I was like doing cartwheels down the isles when I found out my workload had moved from personal hell to work with blogging opportunities in between. Sweet Jesus my life is looking up.

Ok, so time to click on this: shamma-lamma-ding-dong.

This weekend was simple. Me and Brian robo-cleaned my room, and I inhaled about a gallon of dust in the process. Isn't that sexy? Then we finalized the 'ol wedding invitations that you guys will probably blow your nose on come June 5th. I think they're rad though. Then on Saturday night we went up to Lawrence to visit Montie and the clan. I think I got an eye infection from one of the chiuauas, and the other one bit me on the ankle. All in all, I think it was a positive weekend.

Last night it was like 9:00 pm and I was fixing to get into my jams, when dad comes into my room and asked me if i wanted to go see the Christmas lights he set up in the entry way of the neighborhood. He had on a REALLY heavy puffy coat, gloves, and some thermal thing that covered all of his head and face except for like a 3 inch wide whole of exposed skin. So, even though i felt sick, I strapped on my coat and some glovies and a hat too. Because apparently you can't go see the Christmas lights in the warm and heated car. You have to walk the 20 minute walk whilst dad puts his arm around you and finds out what's been going on in your life lately. Good 'ol John and the awkward looking face mask. I love him to bits.

Tonight I'm going to be going to the Jimmy Eat World Concert. I'm a little bit bitter about paying 43$ for it, because some of that money goes to the Donnas. But some of it also goes to G Love and the Special Sauce. Then I do believe I will be taking the morning off tomorrow to sleep some sweet sleep and pack my bags for the Lou. Holly's turning 21 and we're gonna party hardy.

In other news, I got a new bank card and I have dorrito breath.

12/08/2004

Bedtime is not important right now.

Boy vs. Man

vs.

First things first. Laguna Beach last night. ARE THEY TRYING TO WRECK ME WITH ANOTHER SEASON! Christmas came early, Jenn, Christmas came early. LC and Stephen better hook it up and Kristin better go play in traffic. And who does that plastic gal think she is, all coming into Laguna like that? I bet if I touched her face it would be squishy. Kristin looked nasty on the little TRL after party. I thought the Laguna News the host was talking about would be that LC and Steven are expecting a child, but nooooo.. we can only be so lucky. Looks like Talan will be the new piece of man meat next season. Who names their kid that? Talan. That's like naming him Claw or Baby Fist. Shit, but Kristin still talks like she has a scoop of peanut butter on the roof of her mouth. Can we get that fixed, please?

Second things second. I just saw the greatest movie in the history of cinema. BRIDGET JONES: EDGE OF REASON. Now, usually I'm not one for those English movies, and especially all that Hugh Grant business (I just can't get over that prostitute), but hello Colin Firth. I am loving him. A lot. Seriously people, go see this movie. I was literally in tears. And I feel like her. God, does anyone want to go see it with me tomorrow? And the next day? They even ate "spotted dick". I mean, come on.
I love you yummy Colin Firth and Brian Scott.

Not recommended to have Starbucks so late in the night. Remember, getting up for work in the a.m. is difficult for you, Jenn. What a great night though, folks.
Time for a shower and if I'm lucky, I'll catch one of these episodes:


I dare you to tell me you've never seen an episode where the "Dog" bounty hunts someone.
'night.

12/06/2004

Funny, I just got an email telling me to check out a bassoon? What?

Well, it was like the best weekend ever. It's like VH1. JENN HALL IS HAVING THE BEST WEEK EVER. Seriously I am. I took Friday off, which means I got the heck out of dodge on Thursday night. Lately, I seriously think I am developing an anxiety problem. I'm not joking. My heart is beating like I am in love, but it's like this nervous, oh my God, feeling. Not even Nick and Jessica's holiday show could calm me down. But being up in farmtown was just what i needed. Brian cooked a delish dinner, and we basically fell asleep like a couple of cool kids.

Then came Friday. The day of all days. Brian was so cute, he left me a little map of where things were and some ideas of what I could do. Did I need it? NO. I was a woman on a Christmas mission. Forget the 230 save the date cards I needed to mail. I needed to cover his apartment in Christmas. So I woke up, put on the clothes I had worn the day before and headed to KMART. I banked there, thanks to the Martha Stewart Collection and the fact that the store was clinging to business. Then after two hours of that nonsense, I went over to Target. Holy crap. Lotto, jackpot, 911, firesale, ding ding ding. Let's just say i spent some good money there. I have never come out of that place with shopping cart that had a meniscus on it. Bonus points if you know that one. Let's just say, biggest sale of the day.

Brian came home early from work and we headed out to buy our first Christmas tree! Of course, it had to be REAL. We first went to Lowes, but something didn't feel right about buying the tree in a hardware store, so we hopped on over to the most amazing lawn/garden store. I mean, this place gets you excited about plants and garden balls. All the trees are in greenhouses and they hang on strings from the ceiling. Pretty awes if you ask me.

After about two hours of solid deliberation, we brought this baby home:

Come to mama. I mean, it smelled good, I got some sap on my fingers and it was HUGE. We got a little stand, a christmas tree skirt, and I decorated that puppy with a lot of love. Here she is in all her glory:

Ahh.. single tear..

Then I guess I picked up some other holiday necessities--
Like some antique iron snowflakes.


I also scored at Michaels on these candlestick berry decoration circles shut up.

Lights camera action i'm sorry miss jackson:


I also accidentally purchased this little ensem for the coffee table:

You bet your assets those are miniature ornaments laid in a shallow glass bowl.
Who wants to touch me.

And oh, the m m m mantle. Yes, please.


And bam, the whole nine yards:


So that's all I did on Friday. And I might have also accidentally purchased this.

That's right people. A cute little serving platter. ZING.

Then on Saturday we shopped too much and went out to the annual Phil Mo Christmas party. I won a nice serving plate and brian won husker nation cups and a bottle opener. I got to meet a lot of drunk employees. I think i made 12 best friends. I ate my weight in enchiladas and mexi soup and enjoyed the free show that was husker dads + Jagerbombs = bitchy old wives. Anyhow, I thought it was a hoot. I fell asleep after I was denied the 'Donalds and Brian and Nick Cage proceeded to play Halflife until 5 am. That's dedication, kids. The next morning, I then clogged the toilet at Chipolte. Happy Sunday, workers.

12/02/2004

Yesterday morning was bad. I had to be woken up by Mama Hall (the only good thing about living at home) and I was all confused and stuff. I always do this thing now in the mornings: I'll just sit on the foot of my bed and flip mindlessly through the TV stations. And I get really angry when I come across FitTV or a windsor pilates or ab cruncher machine commercial. I'll stay on the Spanish channel for an unreasonable amount of time, watching the audience wave their pom poms or watching the co-hosts because they're dressed up with a Raggedy Anne wig or some shiny leotard. I'll catch the Weather on the 8's (something I learned about in college). If I freaking wake up early enough, I'll watch that gay designer from Target's show.. Issac Misrahi. It's a pretty classy show. I live for the 10 minutes to the hour MTV news. Stupid Gideon Yago. And I hate his stupid tattoo on his inside wrist. Then at 7am, I usually click to Katie Couric to see how cute she looks in the morning. I would be lucky to look like her at 50. And I see the weather again..because I "see what's going on in MY neck of the woods." Today on the local news apparently, Jeremy Gish was reporting on how a couple went to bail their friend out of jail, and when they got out of the car, a crack pipe fell out of one of their laps. Right in front of the cops. And turns out they were not even at the right jail in the first place. So they were arrested. KMBC even had a cute little crack pipe icon on the TV. I mean, where do they get that kind of clip art? Crack pipe clip art? But then before little Jerry Gish transitioned into the next story, he added, as he looked to Joel the weatherman and said with a little chuckle, "That's why you have to keep the crack pipe hidden in the car. I mean, don't let the policemen see it..come on!" And then nobody said anything for a second and Joel so elegantly transitioned into how he had visited De Reyo Middle School and he held up their sweatshirt. I mean, don't you think all these kids and their mothers were watching, waiting to see their school on the news, and right before it comes, they hear a little crack about a crack pipe? Well done.

Anyways, so this is how I waste the early morning. And it always gets me in trouble. So I get ready in a flash, I was walking downstairs, packed a nasty lunch and headed out. Well crap the world had forgotten to warn me that my car was cold, and covered with ice and snow. So I scraped for 15 minutes, guaranteed myself late for work, and drove out the neighborhood and down the street. So, i'm itching my eye, and i look in the mirror and notice, I DIDN'T PUT ANY MAKEUP ON THAT MORNING. What the hell?
So, pissed, I turn around and go back home and put on my face, and damn the day. Who does that.