That I have to go with so much still to say.
So.
I start off a lot of posts with "So." This isn't the first time I've noticed. Perhaps this is an introductory jen-habit.
Right now I'm listening to ALO. Anybody like ALO? Brushfire Records, pretty chill, West Coast jams. Not too bad. Little slow for my liking, thus far, but we'll see how the rest of the album cuts it.
I just ate a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Entirely vegan. Oh yes, I can be vegan and UNhealthy. Now I'm finishing up a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. I recommend. Tasty treat.
Goodness, I'm boring. I think is probably boring if you don't know me. Maybe boring if you DO know me, which would be sad. I think I'm still frustrated over the WP themes. I want something artsy fartsy, but content focused at the same time. I'd like to stick a Flickr Widget in the sidebar, but as I think more real-world people read this, I don't want people to have access to my Flickr account. I could privatize it, but, meh, I'm lazy. So I think I'll leave it out and let people visit my hand-selected gallery and post the occasional photo post.
I'm very fickle. I always get an idea, a spark anew, a project, one started and never finished. I have a feeling my Tumblr Blog is going to end up like that. I love the concept, but why blog in two places? I could just do it here. At the same time, I fight with myself over wanting readership on a personal blog, and then not. Some days I'd like to post something that runs kind of deep, but not let people read it. That leads to password protected posts which are rude. Is there a way I can post and let people I don't know read it? I'm fucked up.
Here's something a little deep anyway: I'm slightly terrified that LovetheMusic will end up like that. A project I started, paid for even, and blows away in the wind. I haven't gotten too much positive feedback from readers, so I'm feeling a little bummed. Do people even like our stuff? Or do they just come to our site to download mercilessly?
Who knows. I can't worry about it too much yet, it has only been a month. We're a baby.
I'm almost done with my beer. I'm going to check feed stats, and then go to bed. Class in the morning and then work at night. Yuck.
Oh, wait, I do have to mention this: two of my coworkers tonight genuinely expressed that they want to get into my pants. Jen's mind isn't sure how she feels about this yet, so I'm just throwing that out there for now.
Off to bed and a Maeve Binchy book.
Ok so the problem with the themes…..I installed them in the wrong folder. Thats right folks, I put them on the themes folder for LovetheMusic, versus Jen DOT LovetheMusic.
Sigh. Doofus Award of 2007 goes right here.
I'm using my desktop computer right now. It's pretty weird. I hardly ever use this computer anymore. It broke in Fall of last year, and then we got Wade's laptop, which I have essentially taken over, ie, he never uses the computer. That I've installed all my goodies on the laptop, Greasemonkey scripts, photo programs, music stuff, extensions, etc.
Now I just use this computer for storage and to view the website in a 1024 by 768 resolution, as my laptop is widescreen.
So I organized my photos in MySpace today. There is an album for Self Portraits, its got 38 photos. Yup. I'm a whore.
Speaking of photos, Damon:
Thats the feed to my Flickr account. Youll catch probably 70 percent of what I upload at one time, though. Ok, I'm done, I think. I'm not used to this keyboard, and its bouncing my fingers around.
Love yourself (every night),
Jen
I want everyone to know that I've been putting off posting here all night becaus, ahem,
I HATE FUCKING WORDPRESS THEMES. 90 PERCENT OF THEM ARE UGLY. AND THE ONES I'VE FOUND WHICH MAY NOT SUCK WON'T SHOW UP IN MY DASHBOARD.
Yes, I realize that writing in all capitals in the interweb conveys that a person is yelling.
Yes, I know.
Fuck Wordpress themes. They're all dull, lacking in contrast, difference, and zest. They all have huge headers that block content and little spaces for text. Fuck you all. I'm pissed because AESTHETICALLY, this blog is going to look like crap.
AAARGH.
I just got done sort of am done with cleaning the house.
I scrubbed the shit out of my bathtub.
I scrubbed the shit out of the bathroom sink.
And the toilet.
And the kitchen sink.
Swept, mopped.
Listened to Coldplay all throughout.
Now my hands are dry and crusty.
I was reading a book last night called..Back Roads? By Tawni O'Dell. It was an Oprah's book list, which sometimes has some decent ones.
Made me think about becoming a writer again.
I seem to have a problem though….writer's block. No good, y'all.
It just occurred to me that Oprah always chooses books that are about single individuals overcoming adversity in the way of their family life and personal problems. I think she just likes books that showcase people with issues, who are poor. Like she once was. Just a thought.
Well, I have laundry to do. I don't think I'm going to have time to do it before the boyfriend gets home, though. Hm. Maybe later. Fucking 2.25 a load I don't want to do it.
You know what I don't get about cellphones?
When the battery starts to get low, it lights up, beeps, vibrates, uses BATTERY power to tell you "Hey, I'm about to die. Let me speed up the process, so if you need to call 911, you're fucked."
At least that's what I always think when they start freaking out.
I bought Cinnamon Toast Crunch today. Buy one get one. I was drawn in by the sale, which is stupid, because I definitely don't need two boxes of it. It just gave me a excuse to buy some. 2 for 4.00 bucks woulda been nice.
My Radioheadin' radio station is totally rocking my socks right now. I just heard a live version of The National Anthem. By Radiohead, not Francis Scott Key.
My brother's girlfriend broke up with him. He's totally emo about it, understandably, but he's not making any headway into reconciliation. This is the second time. Fuck if I know why, asking is like pulling teeth.
LovetheMusic is going well. Almost 4000 hits last week. Not too bad, considering its only been like 3 weeks.
I have a gallery up and running, at http://jen.lovethemusicreviews.com/photos/
It's pretty badass, what can I say?
Thats enough dirty blogging for me. Peace.
The title of this blog is from a quote I read somewhere, "The trouble is, I have to go with so much still to say." It's a resonator, like the guitar. Early 20's, college, music, dreamy, blah blah blah....