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Name: Jenna Birthday: 6/5/1984 Gender: Female
Interests: guitar, mr. skullhead, writing songs about people, watching Dr. Phil, psychoanalyzing my "friends", and
my ultimate favorite activity is going to punk rock festivals and pretending to be one of those cool punk rock kids Expertise: making sandwiches,
playing sims Occupation: Sales Industry: Hospitality
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2/8/2005
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| I'm always so hungry in the morning...now that I've started eating breakfast, I can't cope without it... | | |
| Well, the shockers lost in a disappointing bout with George Mason...while I figured the dream would die soon enough, I had hoped it would be a little more exciting than that sluggish performance on Friday evening...
so I am left searching for answers, and I think I have found one. The loss on Friday, the disappointing showing the Shockers gave, the reason they just weren't ready can all be explained. It is simply really: All of the Shockers' faults rest squarely on the shoulders of Rene Stevens. What? you ask....How can this be? you say....Well, if Rene had not been monopolizing all of Mark Turgeon's time by having him star in those stupid Spangles commercials, Mr. Turgeon could have been with the team, where he belonged! But no, he lost precious team time because he was pitching mud slides, and making bogus deals with Dawson Grimsley! Rene, how could you do this to us! to this city! to your customers! wtf?!?!
I urge everybody to join me in the Stevens Family Boycott in which we boycott all things Stevens...no Spangles, no Genesis health centers, no whatever else crap she or her greedy, gluttonous family owns...
That's just a theory, anyway. The more I ponder it, the more logical it seems...
This is Dawson Grimsley, a co-conspirator with Rene.
This is Rene and her "father."
This is another picture of that wretch, Rene.
This is Mark Turgeon...that poor, unsuspecting victim...
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| ...a vacation for the memory books, thats for sure. Strapped for cash and laden with responsibilities, I was destined to spend Spring Break in hometown Wichita. But alas, fun is made, not had, so as Cara Penner, Ashley Schmidt, Brooke Johnson, Stacy Jansen, and myself set out for our Wichita vacation, we were optimistic about what adventures lie ahead...and, true to its claims, our fair city did not disappoint.
I'll skip right to the highlight of the day: As we were cruising past the Wichita State campus, we noticed a KAKE news van in the parking lot, so we pulled in to check it out. We soon realized we had stumbled upon the Wichita State men's basketball team loading a bus, preparing to head to the airport for the flight that would take them to the Sweet 16 in Washington, D.C.
Now, there was a small cluster of fans, (mostly children) with signs and such, making for a nice Shocker send-off. So, we all got out of the car (Cara did too, only after much prompting) and stood in the crowd like no-life, basketball-crazed jr. high girls....at first I thought, "wow, I bet we look stupid..." but then I thought the situation was really funny, and most importantly, it was an opportunity to fulfill my week's goal: be on TV as a die-hard shocker fan. (I had planned to be on TV on Friday with another scheme I was concocting, but this was a sure thing, so I couldn't pass it up). So, sure enough, Paul Miller came over and gave us high-fives, and then Mr. Newsreporter (I think his name was Josh Witsman) from KSN channel 3 came and interviewed myself and Brooke Johnson (WSU student, Brooke Johnson). He asked me what I thought about Wichita State's success, what it meant to the city, (I tried to throw in a jab at KU...bunch a losers), and sure enough, at 5 and 10 I was on the TV. So was Brooke. What are the odds? It was a Spring Break miracle...
ANd I still have my plan for Friday...we'll see how that works out.
And then I got to see Elbow for dinner...she said she watched us on the news...so did I...I think I looked stupid, but it was a good laugh. And after all, when debating whether or not to do something, I've decided that whatever will be the most humorous should always win out against all other possibilities...don't you agree?
Here is Josh Witsman, Brooke and I's interviewer.
And below is Brooke. Its the only picture I could find. I stole it from her xanga.

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| Well, I am now obsessed with March Madness...and the Wichita State Shockers. KU has disappointed once again, and I think Bill Self's position should be re-evaluated. Perhaps it was just a bad string of luck for Bill...who cares, really...I'm still mad at Roy so it made me happy when underdog George Mason beat them.
And I am going to go buy me some Wichita State garb...thats right, I'm a Wichitan and I will show my shocker pride. I already have a large yellow t-shirt that I got free from a basketball game last year...that's right, I've been to their games. Don't want ppl to think I'm a poser. Hmm... spring break and it decides to freakin snow. I'm a little bitter about this, but I've decided to make the most of it. I accidentally left my Communist Manifesto reading in Hillsboro, but I am keeping myself busy with other activities: shopping, internetting, watercolors...ya know, the usual. See how long and meaningless this post is? Cuz I have too much time on my hands. Anyways, my picture to leave you with.
Look down by Mark Turgeon's elbow, where you will see myself (in a TX hat) and Elbow, (the human Elbow). Elbow looks a little angry.

Here is a close up. See what I mean? Elbow=Angry. I'm just confused...or tired perhaps. | | |
| I was very sleepy today. I don't know why, but after I sat down to watch Passions, I was just worthless the rest of the day. And Passions is such a stupid show. What a waste of my life.
Perhaps it would have been better if I would have started out my day with some Honey Bunches of Oats. OH well, I have class all day tomorrow and then work at Subway. Subway, which by the way, I am convinced is the 4th or 5th circle of hell, and I despise its very presence more than I could profess with just mere words.
But today was beautiful. And I did my laundry. Hurray for clean clothes. | | |
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