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As predicted, I was at the Library until approximately 5:00 am. But not because it took me so long to write the damned paper...
Because -- and I shit you not, guys -- I bonded with the random stranger to my right, from about 2:00-5:00 am. And by five in the morning, it was like we were old friends. I drove the kid home - and through some power that can only be explained by the wearing of The Who shirt - he asked for my number.
In sum, within the past 48 hours:
-- I was hired on the spot from my dream employer
-- I got picked up at the library while pulling an all-nighter.
What. The. Fuck.
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[Wednesday,April 27th|10:55pm] |
Four pages in four hours? Nice, Jenn. Real nice.
At this page-per-hour rate, I'll be here until 5:00 am, not counting works-cited.
I keep getting distracted by the fact that this is the last paper I'll write in my undergraduate career. That, and the guy next to me is eating Chick Fil-A.
I'm also happy that I get to use the following words in my paper:
"eagerly parted mouth"
"juicy"
"coca derivatives"
"erect nipples"
If you get bored, come up to the Information Commons DEUX. I'm the girl on the last computer by the window -- you know, the one staring at her reflection, uttering, "Oh, you SAUCY MINX!"
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[Wednesday,April 27th|05:16pm] |
Although I was always a daddy's girl, father-daughter moments came few and far between after adolescence. We went on the college hunt, just him and me, in high school. When I started working at the engineering firm, we had a lot to talk about; we could bitch about work. Now, in my new transition, we've been exchanging e-mails just about daily. This one dated him SO much that I just had to document it....
(Note: Dad is a huge Jethro Tull fan, and Mom and I have mocked him incessantly about it.)
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Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2005 12:23:3o
From: jkriscun@indiana.edu
To: rkriscunas@fveng.com
Subject: An' Another Thing...
Just thought I'd let you know that we covered Jethro Tull in rock history class the other day. What freaks THOSE guys were. In my efforts to rebel, I tried my hardest not to like it, but I must admit that it's pretty good.
Also, we covered the Allman Brothers the other day - didn't you like them too? Doobie Brothers, Allman Brothers...I felt like I was in college in 1970.
Have a great day at work and Rock On, AquaLung, Rock On.
-- Jenny.
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Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2005 12:01:53
From: rkriscunas@fveng.com
To: jkriscun@indiana.edu
Subject: RE: An' Another Thing...
Yes-from your dad who once was "Thick as a Brick". (No sexual connotations to be considered) Now I'm "Sleeping by 10" and "Flat as a Pancake". Tull rocked when I was your age! I didn't care too much for the Allman Brothers, but I definitely like(d) the sound of the Doobie Brothers. When I stated dating your mother, "Old Black Water" from the "Doobies" was the tune of the season on my hit parade.
Take care- and we will see you next week.
Randall C Kriscunas, PE
Fleis & VandenBrink Engineering
Grand Rapids Office
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[Wednesday,April 27th|12:43am] |
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Dare I say the interview with WTTS was: FUN?
We talked mostly about what kind of music I was into, and how she took the same Rock 'n Roll history classes I'm taking (She said, and I quote: "Once I got wasted at the Bluebird and drunkenly carved 'Glenn Gass is a god' on the bathroom stall!")
I mentioned something about the new White Stripes single, and the woman absolutely lit up, immediately playing the track on her computer. So I'm jamming to the White Stripes in this interview, and she basically offers me a position on the spot. I'll be working in the programming department as a board operator, eventually getting trained for more programming responsibilities. (the board operator basically has to execute the format as it's designed by management - make sure everything that needs to get on-air gets there at the right time, etc...it's actually a lot of responsibility the more I think about it, with the result of a one button-push being dead air and lots of lost money.)
And I'll be in Bloomington -- so all of youse guys who said you'd come visit me, and never did, you have no excuse.
I know the job won't pay much, and the hours are going to be CRAZY. But it's a foot in the door -- and all the new free music and concert tickets won't hurt, either.
This entry doesn't really express my excitement. Really, I have a job where I really wanted to work, and I'm thrilled.
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[Tuesday,April 26th|12:09am] |
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I can't believe I forgot this!
I got back from my IMC Plan presentation to find a CAKE with my NAME on it!
Literally!
I got rewarded for being a good doobie and landing job interviews and getting through my Campaign presentation that has been taking up my life the past couple weeks! WEEEE!!!!
And? Seriously, this Mariah Carey old school shit is fucking incredible. No wonder I wanted a perm like hers. Fucking GOLDEN.
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[Tuesday,April 26th|12:09am] |
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I can't believe I forgot this!
I got back from my IMC Plan presentation to find a CAKE with my NAME on it!
Literally!
I got rewarded for being a good doobie and landing job interviews and getting through my Campaign presentation that has been taking up my life the past couple weeks! WEEEE!!!!
And? Seriously, this Mariah Carey old school shit is fucking incredible. No wonder I wanted a perm like hers. Fucking GOLDEN.
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[Monday,April 25th|11:41pm] |
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"I'm nearly blind, but at least I look chic in my new Kate Spade glasses!" 
( Turns out, I'm employable afterall. )
Oh, and Greg? I'm listening to the new Mariah Carey album.
(Streaming! You know I don't buy this shit.)
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[Monday,April 25th|12:13am] |
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Because Cosmopolitan magazine offers me nothing in the way of new information (I've read the "50 Ways to Push His Love Buttons" piece 94234 times, repackaged in every possible way), I've switched to Rolling Stone.
I'm still working on last week's "Immortals" issue, the last half of their "100 Greatest Artists of All Time." The best part of these mini-columns is that they are written by musicians.
My favorites:
Kanye West on Dr. Dre: I remember hearing Dre's music before I really knew who he was. I had a tape of Easy-E's "Easy-Duz-It" when I was ten years old (until my mother found out it has curses on it and confiscated it).
Slash on Aerosmith: I'd been trying to get into this older girl's pants for a while, and she finally let me come over to her house. We hung out, smoked some pot and listened to Aerosmith's "Rocks." It hit me like a fucking ton of bricks. I sat there listening to it over and over, and totally blew off this girl. I remember riding my bike to my grandma's house knowing that my life had changed.
(the mental image of Slash riding his bike to grandma's was too priceless.)
Justin Timberlake on Al Green: Al Green has helped overpopulate the world.
Dave Matthews on Radiohead: There's a point on "Kid A" where I start feeling claustrophobic, stuck in a barbed-wire jungle -- and then I suddenly fall out and I'm sitting by a pool with birds singing. Radiohead can do all of these things in a moment, and it drives me fucking crazy. Listening to Radiohead, I feel like I'm a Salieri to their Mozart.
(this one, for Seth.)
Keith Richards on Gram Parsons: In a way, it's a matter of lost love. He was fun to be around, great to play with as a musician. And that mother fucker could make chicks cry...It was all in the man. I miss him so.
(Never thought I'd say this -- but, dare I say that Keith Richards is being adorable?)
In other news, I'm trying to figure out why I listen to Crosby, Stills, and Nash. I mean, really. Some of it's really schmaltzy, but I don't turn it off. Someone explain this to me.
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[Sunday,April 24th|11:22pm] |
You can only watch Sex and the City re-runs so many times.
The saturation point for my roommates and me? 3498234 times.
Therefore, our TV-show-du-jour is Grey's Anatomy on ABC. Consequently, we are all in love with Patrick Dempsey.
Sure, he's ridiculously good looking and suave, but I love him because I still associate him as the dork hero in one of my favorite eighties movies, Can't Buy Me Love(1987):
Seriously, though, guys. Grey's Anatomy. Great show.
But don't take MY word for it...
**Reading Rainbow chimes: Bah-dum DUM!**
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For reasons unbeknownst to me I snapped into job-search-mode today.
I prepared resumes and cover letters for the following organizations:
-- Indianapolis: WTTS-FM, Verizon Wireless Music Center
-- Grand Rapids: Impact Advertising and JDC Marketing
-- Chicago: Primetime Imports, Victory Promotions, Marketing Sessions Inc., TravelZoo, MTV Networks, DC Advertising
-- Cleveland: Rock n Roll Hall of Fame and Museum Promotions and PR
Now I wait for the flood of voice mails:
"Jennifer, we looked at your resume and found you to be exactly the candidate (insert company here) was looking for...how soon can you start?"
or, the inevitable,
**silence**
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