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Sweet Meliss*
Suffix Abuse*
Kristina Contes*
Stilley Stuff*
Cookies For Breakfast*
Nie Nie Dialogues*
Anchored Nomad*


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the runs
jorma taccone
f my life
the found magazine
do you have the time?


Can't you hear me?
Cause I'm screamin'.

Did not go outside.

Don't wake me, please.
Don't wake me.
I was dreamin'.

Well I might just stay inside again
Well I don't go out much these days.

Sometimes I stay inside all day.
Leave me
leave me
leave me
leave me
Won't you leave me alone.
Don't you leave me alone.

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ghetto google
look at a book
brandon flowers
sex & the city quotations
best trailer, worst movie.
idiot girls club
Get high on JESUS

When they say "Don’t I know you?"
Say no.
When they invite you to the party
Remember what parties are like
Before answering.
Someone telling you in a loud voice
They once wrote a poem.
Then reply.
If they say we should get together.
Say why?
It’s not that you don’t love them any more.
You’re trying to remember something
Too important to forget.
The church bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished.
When someone recognizes you in a grocery store,
Nod briefly
and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven’t seen
In ten years
Appears at the door,
Don’t start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.

Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.

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This is a new garden over old flowers.
Wish that one day they'd figure out
how to shrink stars
and i could keep one in my bedroom.
And wish that me and him could grow old together.
And wish
that in my next life I come back as a tiger.
These are fun wishes.
In about seven minutes you can start.
'Til then, you'll just listen to the radio
from seat's edge.
As if then it's the look on your face.
As if, as if then you'll matter,
And then I can't wait.
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and never the two shall meet
said the tiger to its greatest fan.
the amount of love
you wish to give
is more than i can stand.

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*blogger, for my life hobby*
*haloscan, so no one can comment*
*Schrags, my html GOD*


Court, Don Knotts died.

Hallsr28 (2:00:21 PM):
Hi Jenn, Dennis Weaver died. He was on Gunsmoke a TV show that was on years ago. I watched it! Hope you are having a good day. It's warming up here 66 degrees!
BearGB22 (2:00:32 PM): mom you're weird
Hallsr28 (2:00:43 PM): yes I am!!!!!!
Hallsr28 (2:01:22 PM): Call Courtney and tell her.
BearGB22 (2:01:26 PM): mom
BearGB22 (2:01:32 PM): we only do people we know
BearGB22 (2:01:36 PM): not gunsmoke people
Hallsr28 (2:01:37 PM): oh

+ posted by Special J at 2:02 PM


Evil home stereo, what good songs do you know?
-modest mouse

Sweet Thursday. I've been a titch stir crazy this week. Like I feel trapped in my apartment. I feel a little bored and adventurous. But not to worry, I don't want to move to Alaska with Steph, or go into business with her as Red Bull Vending machine owners. God, though, daily I have been getting on MySpace for like 7 hours at a time until my eyes are BLEEDING. I feel like I'm spying on all these people that I hunt down, only to find out that everybody has these cool pictures like in front of a European Hostel, or they're all emo and are trying to be all artistic and shit with their stupid camera. Also, sometimes people wear orange track jackets.

It was slightly brought to my attention that I must be gearing up for 3 weddings all this summer/fall. Which has brought the attention of my need to exercise to my eyes. Tomorrow I am starting. I will run the treadmill every day at lunch whether it likes it or not. Because chocolate granola bars are not my thighs friends.

So last night, Brian and I were watching the Olympics, as one tends to do. Let me back up here..I was going to be all wifey and make a new recipe for dinner that I had found out of a cook book my mom gave me to try to make me more momish (she also said I should start wearing nightgowns instead of t-shirts and basketball shorts because I am married now). So I'm planning on making this Chicken, rice, bean, tomato, corn deal. I know what you're thinking.. CORN. Yes, I know. So I'm all making it, and I turn on the burner to saute' some crap and apparently I mangaged to turn on the wrong burner, the burner that had some sort of crusted coverage all over it, thus, causing what would rival THE largest smoke bomb this side of China. I didn't know what to do, so I just kinda blurted out, HELP! BRIAN! And in he came and we fanned dishtowls and danced around the family room fanning with every window and door opened. I was made fun of, but eventually completed the recipe. Right when I was putting that baby in the oven, Brian must point out that, "Oh, So this is a 'low fat' meal, huh?" WHAT. I was so pissed. He showed me the little "low fat" icon right below the title of the recipe. You know what this means.. It means this food will taste like notebook paper. Immediately i thought I wish this recipe called for an option of nacho cheese. 50 minutes later, we ate. Not to mention Brian had cleaned the entire kitchen before I was even finished making the meal. He was kind of like Rosie on the Jetsons. Scurrying around and keeping it clean. Brian said he liked the meal and would have it again. I say, it looked pretty, but the entire time I was eating it, I was thinking I would definiltey need to get ice cream later that night.

So back to the Olympics. We were watching the ski jumping torture event where these people ski down a hill fly up a ramp and flip a little and then land like hell on their feet while their ankles and knees grind on bone and plead for mercy. I literally cringed on every landing. And might I mention thanks to the American dude that coached the Chinese woman into the top 3. Go live in China.

So, while the Olympics were on and we were going to bed, me and Brian decided there should be a Greco Roman snuggling event. And we'd be summer and winter olympic medalists, holding all world-records since the very first olympiad, heavyweight division. Then, taking it a step too farther, I asked Brian what our uniforms would like and he said, "So you remember that outfit that Cher wore and its like a black thong?" I'm not even making this up.

+ posted by Special J at 2:16 PM


Hello, folks.

This might be a tad of a short post, because today's going to be heavy. Shipping a magazine from home and I must make a special lunch time trip over to Best Buy in order to welcome the RENT dvd into my collection. You know what I'm talking about. Also, I think I'll mozy over to the Archivers Store to fatten up my scrapbooking materials collection.
Call me cool, I know. And this morning I had the largest bowl of lucky charms. Now when I burp, it smells like oats.

This weekend was real short, it felt like. Saturday, Brian and I ventured to Lincoln, home of the Huskers, to participate in the Barstool Open. 20 bars, each bar makes their own hole and you keep score and get sloppy. More pictures tomorrow. Let's just say that while I was participating in the end of the night mega-dance party, I also was sneaking bites of a piece of fresh french bread that I was housing in the pocket of my North Face.

And then sweet, my parents came up the next day. It was their first visit and I was so excited. My dad kept calling my apartment "exquisite and colorful and rich" and my Mom kept singing "He's not heavy, he's my brother.." It was great. That Hall fam.

Well, more later, adoring fans. My space is blowing up.

+ posted by Special J at 8:39 AM


Lovey, Dovey.

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"More than the greatest love the world has known
This is the love I'll give to you alone.
More than the simple words I try to say
I only live to love you more each day.
More than you'll ever know
My arms long to hold you so,
My life will be in your keeping
Waking... sleeping... laughing... weeping...
Longer than always is a long long time
But far beyond forever you'll be mine,
I know I never lived before
And my heart is very sure
No one else could love you more."
-Marcello Ciorciolin, translated from Italian
(i think that's gonna go in his valentine)

So Happy V-Day! My man-hunk is in Virginia all this week, but courtesy of our local florist, I was given a dozen red roses! It made my day, to the 5th power. I began my day with a brisk morning run over to Starbucks in my jams. Tasty, as usual, I then watched Martha and totally had the most productive work day. I went on to order Mama Hall a doz on behalf of "her girls", thus crowing myself as the greatest daughter ever in the history of time.

Tonight, me and Jana are going out on the town, non-romantically, for a nice little trip to the Olive Garden (unlimited breadsticks) and possibly to see the movie Matchpoint. Also, we may paint our fingernails and watch Elizabethtown (best movie ever, I will fight you with a sword if you disagree).

Hope you are having love-filled days or maybe your Gramma always sends you a pair of Valentine socks, like mine does.

+ posted by Special J at 5:26 PM


Oh my god, I've been trying to make my way through the Grammy's that I DVR'd and I seriously just turned up this Dashboard Confessional song, sung the harmony against what they were singing and put my finger in my ear like I was adjusting my professional earpiece. Who. Am. I. I'm freaking sitting at my desk in the middle of a work day and I think I'm Kelly Clarkson. I need to hit myself.

+ posted by Special J at 2:39 PM


His Future's So Bright He's Gotta Wear Shades.

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Let's rejoice, for husband Brian has gotten a huge promotion!!

Leave a comment for Bri-man, as we'll be out celebrating all weekend long.

+ posted by Special J at 12:13 PM


Well, I slightly don't really know what to write about.
I had such an overwhelming response to my Brokeback Mountain post, that it's time to move on.

Every morning right after Martha, I have this new ritual, where I get up from my desk and go straight to the bedroom to make the bed and open the curtains and blinds wide. Then I go into the family room and open those blinds to let the sunlight in. Then, finally make my way into the office again, where it's most dark and cozy and I open the huge blinds, shut off the light I don't need anymore and begin to get really really excited and organized and motivated. I'll also listen to a sad bastard mix I made in iTunes. I've been feeling the need to get really creative and inspired lately. I straighten everything up and in my own little world, feel totally cool and all OCD'd.
I also drink a dew and swallow whole the m&m bowl.

Since I'm so exciting, I'm taking the post that (my favorite) dooce did lately, and re-vamping it to fit me in a little section I'd like to call, "Find out me".

Four jobs I've had

1.) Antioch Public Library. I shelved books and learned how to alphabetize faster than you could ever dream. I busted kids for shooting spitballs in between the stacks. You don't know how many "patrons" had checked out the sex books. I was constantly re-shelving them on my cart every week after they came back. I have never been so quiet in my life. We were even encouraged to be quieter in the breakroom. And I did raid the archieves of our People Magazine every day for lunch. Sometimes Mom even let me drive the station wagon to work.

2.) Sprint. Worked there two summers. One on the mega-world campus. The first job was working with the FBI and sorting out the mexican check-writers signing as Jesus Christ and Jack Daniels from the ones that were actually legit. The other job was with Court. We ran the division that billed for collect calls coming straight out of prisions. Collect calls. People would deny calling the jail for 3 hours on a wednesday night. Funny, I had all the calls recorded, stupid lady. Sometimes we spoke with people that had recently been out. Also, some people threatened to come kill me. One gramma in Louisana knitted and mailed me a doile because I released her account so that she could talk to her grandson in the pen. We were heros, there.

3.) Insurance Agency in BFE. Seriously, it was in the middle of a field, next to a graveyard. It was a big room and I made copies. In the corner, there was about 67 Japanese teens that like stuffed envelopes or something. They listened and sang outloud to this soulful Japanese music. That's all I remember. Also there was a man who dressed as a woman there. I'm talking linebacker wearing lipstick and an easter sunday dress. I copied so fast until I completed the temp job and was outta there.

4.) Production for Electronic Musician Magazine. I love this job. It's wonderful to me.

Four movies I can watch over and over

1.) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
2.) High Fidelity
3.) Old School
4.) Lost In Translation

Four places I have lived

1.) Green Bay, Wisconsin
2.) Chicago, Illinois
3.) Overland Park, Kansas
4.) Omaha, Nebraska (aka, HUSKER NATION)

Four TV shows I love

1.) Project Runway
2.) The Office
3.) Dog Chapman, the Bounty Hunter
4.) Queer Eye for the Straight Guy

Four places I've vacationed
1.) Gulf Shores, Alabama
2.) The upper peninsula of Michigan
3.) Glacier Park, Montana
4.) Watertown, Canada

Four of my favorite dishes

1.) Mom's Chicken Casserole
2.) Giardano's Chicago Deep Dish Pizza
3.) Any sweet treat.
4.) My egg salad sandwhich, crunch cheetoes, and a glass of MELK.

Four sites I visit daily

1.) True Nature
2.) The Golden Fiddle
3.) Found Magazine
4.) The Daily Mumps

Four places I would rather be right now

1.) at The Curious Sofa, shopping
2.) Maui, Hawaii
3.) on Michigan Avenue or on the Country Club Plaza
4.) Snuggled up with Brian in bed, when it's raining loudly outside.
Oh, and there's a Starbucks on my nightstand. And chocolate.

+ posted by Special J at 10:06 AM