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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*


haha. This is so me.

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+ posted by Special J at 3:11 PM


"Let's put Micro Machines in our butt!"

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Don't think i've seen this much snow since I was a kid in Chicago and Dad was putting turtle wax on our sleds so we could go faster down the hugest hill I've ever laid eyes on.

It's been blizzarding here for like three days. I mean, THE SNOW DOES NOT STOP. It's basically my dream. Brian's had to work at home because no one dares go out on the road. I think meteroroligist Jim Flowers said this morning that we have 21 inches of snow. He also wears a fresh flower boutinere every broadcast. Clever.

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This has been the sight out of the window by my desk.

It's so pretty outside. You can't even see. I seriously could have it snow every single day of the year.
Like, let's move to ALASKA.
If we ever had to live in a place like Texas, I think I would puke, eat my puke, and then puke again.

Lately, I've been in a slight funk. A little down, a little restless, looking for a new project or some inspiration to help me make another magazine. What do you guys do when you get in a funk? How do you help yourself out?
COMMENT. I want to know what makes you tick.

This weekend was nice, minus the fact that the Jayhawks suck ASS. Friday was very green, I scrapbooked one bad mother-f-ing page, we ate the PF Changs with Joe and Jana, and me and Brian watched The Weatherman with Nicholas Cage. I really kind of liked it. It was a dark weird one.. usually the best. Had some funny parts, and also had me crying because I missed my family at the end. Maybe rent it.

Tomorrow, me, Brian, and Joe are going to see the Taste of Chaos tour in Lincoln NE.
I think we get to see the Deftones, Story of the Year, and Thrice. Should be totally sweet.

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I made Brian sit down so I could take like 4 million of these pictures. He's just the greatest, looking like a little frenchman with his pencil stache. If you would have told me freshman year that in five years I would be photographing Brian Scott's homemade thread mustache, I probably would have melted.

Today I met Brian and Jana for lunch at Panera. Trying to get to my car required snow snows that I did not have. When I finally got there, the best way I can describe it, was, think of a 6 foot tall birthday cake with too much frosting and then think of trying to cut it. I cut through like 4 feet of icing/snow until I hit my car. Also I had like a miniature ice scraper that would have been the correct size for a dollhouse. Once the cake was cut, I remembered I only had fumes left for gas, so I went and pumped her up. Like an hour later, I met them for my bagel and cookie. On my way over, I turned on the radio and that song came on that they play with the photo montage of the contestant who gets kicked off American Idol. "You had a bad day.." all sing songy and shit. And then, at that moment, my entire snow top carrier just slides off of my roof and in one big piece, DECKS the dude's car that is traveling 45mph behind me.
I started laughing. It was hilarious.

come for a visit.

+ posted by Special J at 2:32 PM


It just may be that those little cheddar goldfish rule my life.
I can't ever have too many little bags of them in my cupboard.

This weekend was fun. Jana's pal Kim came up from Tornado Ally (Lawrence). It was a fun time, filled with three trips to the local Tanners where we ate a load of chicken lips and beefy nachos. We decided that they have the world's worst waitresses there and we also had a girls night at local japanese steakhouse, Kobe. It was a treat, because we got to share a table with a high school hockey team and their creepy young and bald coach. Right after the soup, one of the boys blurted out, "I'M TAKING A SURVEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT SAFE SEX."
Except that he was 12 and I felt like washing his mouth out with soap. Whatever, the fried rice was to die for.

I'm so happy that the hawks won the big 12! Suck it, Texas.
I'm totally getting the shirt, "If loving Julian is wrong, I don't wanna be WRIGHT."

So, I'm officially going on two weeks here with working out. Not just that, a-holes, but working out over the lunch hour. I'm serious, it's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I go, get pumped up, come home, have an english muffin, and power through work, only to have my whole night in front of me.
Like last night I filled all my empty picture frames with some new pictures!

Today, though, I seriously think I pulled my buttcrack muscle. Well, actually yesterday when I was trying to shape my calves on the chrome calf-shaping machine. Think maybe ol' Jenny put one too many lbs on that thing.
I'm gonna suck it up and go over lunch. It may not be pretty, I'm just saying.

I've decided that when we purchase our first house (which I basically can't wait for) I'm going to turn one small room into my craft/freakingly creative room. Like a room that I can just hang all my things up in (those who know me.. know my walls.) I'm just gonna go in that room for inspiration. Look at pictures, surf my internet, and turn the music up.
I just can't wait.

Oh, and please meet my latest obsession: (ali e.)

Okay, just got three fed-ex boxes. Better get on. Don't want to end up in Folsom.

+ posted by Special J at 10:40 AM


Today will be a good day.

There is much to talk about, but first, two small boys just came to take away our huge tv because it has some repairs that need to be made. Brian will probably have a stroke once he sees the huge hole in our family room.
I'm not gonna lie, I watched that TV get carried all the way down 3 flights of stairs and into the truck.

Moving on to more important things, Brian and I have been trying to get out more and do the finer things in life.
Like, in June we're planning a trip to LA and San Diego and San Francisco. But, you have to start somewhere,
so we started at the Dave and Buster's funhouse in Omaha.

I was getting the sneaking suspicion that this "activity" was more for Brian than it was for me.
Like he kept screaming "ISN'T THIS FUN!?" while doing this:
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Yeah, Brian's what you would call a massive geek. But its so cute how excited he gets when he's "trying to win the war". I've also learned that he has this face that he puts on when he's trying to like, shoot a goblin or a Russian spy soldier or whatever. He sucks his lips off of his face and gets a supreme look of determination on his face. Yeah, that's a green army computer gun, he's holding.

Me? Yeah, I like to waste our tickets on other things. Which is why I forced Brian into the photo booth with me,
so that Dave and Busters could tell us we will have horribly ugly horse unisex children, should we decide to breed:
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Well, from the arcade to the skating rink, I always say. We obsessively watched the olympics,
so we decided to head on over to our local skating rink in order to show that ice who's boss:
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The skates were like plastic death boots, but Brian and I hit the ice like a golden pair.
I was a professional roller skater in my childhood, so ice skating is like a cinch for me. Brian, on the other hand, turned into a stiff robot upon hitting the ice:
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I like to skate up behind him and push him into a crowd of retarded skaters. It makes him so nervous.
Brian's only good for about 6 laps, then it's bleacher time. I, on the other hand, was turning each corner and spreading my arms out like I was freakin' Sasha Cohen:
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We saw a couple of girls that had obviously caught the olympic spirit and made their moms purchase elaborate skirt leotard outfits as they tried to spin around in a circle while listening to the short program on their headphones.
I tried to snap a picture because it was so hilarious, but then i quickly realized I looked like a child molester trying to take pictures of scantily clad teenagers.

So, while this was going on..
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We decided to head on out to the lobby for some ice skating nachos:
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(don't ask me what the hell I'm doing with my face.)

After a few triple lutz's I finally convinced Brian to leave the ice and come home with me.
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(seriously, he makes the best faces.)

Continuing with the "fun" theme, we hiked it on up to Lincoln, NE for the barstool open with Joe and friends.
Please, enjoy the gayity, HERE.

Other than that, we went to KC this weekend. Got to have lunch at the best sandwich shop in the world with the best artist (are-teest) in the world, pal Court Campbell. I also shopped till I dropped at the Curious Sofa in Prairie Village.
This store was the sole reason I was put on this earth.
To buy things and keep them in business.

Also, we saw Montie, Jared, and Liz!
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These pals are the best bunch. Montie and Liz are getting married in June and I'll probably be ex-communicated for exceeding the weightlimit as a bridesmaid. Brian was solid all night long in completely demonstrating his man love:
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me too..
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Jarod also closed the door on the shin of my leg, but it's cool.
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We also got to see little Will, Stephen and Amy's new son. It was three days old and I got to hold it. It was just about the cutest thing ever and I had to hold myself back, otherwise I would have ate him. Brian was scared out of his pants. Stephen, if you ever need a babysitter, I'm your woman.

Ah, other than that, I've just been lying low and working out for once in my natural life.
Oh, I bet you were waiting to see some scrapbook pictures, right? Damn straight.

Here's my workspace on the kitchen table:
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And ooooh they have fun scapbook stores in the husker nation:
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Here's the title page. (those are metal letters, people.)
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And here's the page about our first apartment:
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It's a rainy day in Omaha today. Gonna get a lot done. It's the start of a new magazine issue and I'm ready to go.

+ posted by Special J at 9:10 AM


Mama Hall on "pimping".

I just got this e-mail from my Mom:

Hi Jenn,
Did you watch the Oscars last night? I have to admit that my favorite song was "THE PIMP" one. I'm so glad it won!
How sad that they can't come up with better choices. THE PIMP IS OUT!!!
It just goes to show how bad the movies have gotten just lately.
Love, MOM

Unless you're totally retarded, you know that (this song) won the Oscar last night.
I can't say much about the Oscars...although I really did like the stage.

(Sorry for the lack in really good posts, Montie. It's my supreme goal to concentrate on this tonight and deliver tomorrow morning. Say hi to my boyfriend Koopa.)

+ posted by Special J at 3:06 PM


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Things you might see in the state where I live.

Well, no posty for awhile. I've been bored all week and all alone. Brian is on his 546546876516th business trip.
I've taken up scrapbooking full time and cleaned every last inch of this small apartment. I found a new store with Jana and saw Matchpoint and a plate of General Tso disappear with Ted. Ted's also got a way with those Wallmart ladies.

I am leaving in a couple of hours for KS. Can't wait to see Brian and go to Paper Source on the plaza.
Also going to spend a friday night with Liz and Montie. Also, congrats to Stephen and Amy on their new baby, Will!

This post goes down as the lamest in history. The truth of it is, I can't get my eyeballs away from Myspace,
I really like the band The Early November, and every single day for lunch I have an English Muffin with raspberry jelly and some cheddar goldfish.

LET'S STUFF THE COMMENT BOX: tell me what the best thing about your weekend will be.

+ posted by Special J at 10:32 AM