Challah At Jen

I went through an entire weekend without feeling like this:

I also figured out how to login. Maybe I will bring “Challah at Jen” back in 2k9.

So maybe you have noticed that I changed how this thing looks. You being the, like, 2 people who read this. I can check Google Analytics for a more accurate number or whatever, but who cares? Well, I don’t know how to fix what time it says I post stuff. It’s an hour off. It’s 11:40 right now.

Okay, so today is Thanksgiving and I’m going to Astoria for the first time in the YEAR I have lived in NYC. I just realized I have to leave in 20 minutes and I’m still not dressed. Happy Thanksgiving everyone, I’m sure I’ll come up with something useful to say on this blog eventually!

kthxbye

I’m 24? Really? Okaaay.

It’s 5AM again and I’m awake. I wasn’t even drinking tonight (last night?). So why am I unable to sleep? Bill Callahan’s voice isn’t even helping me. I’m not sure is writing this is really necessary but it’s the middle of the night. Who cares!

is a song by this band, Gangi. Oddly enough, it’s also the subject of this post. So I have lived my entire life without owning a pet, save for some goldfish I had when I was a kid. They quickly died and scarred me emotionally forever. But for all intents and purposes, I never had pets growing up. I was never a big fan of animals. I didn’t think the zoo was particularly entertaining. If anything, I found the zoo a little creepy and an okay place for a field trip. My childhood best friend had a lot of pets including 2 dogs. She didn’t understand why I didn’t think they were the cutest things ever. I couldn’t explain it. I just didn’t like dogs. Or cats. Or anything. A year in college, I lived with Jacqui and she had a cat. It was that year that I found out I was allergic to cats. I ended up living with the same Jacqui and same cat from last September until April. The last month of that living arrangement included this huge husky puppy as well. That puppy peed on my laptop and caused many problems for me, Jacqui, her boyfriend and ultimately, her boyfriend’s family. If you read the “about” section on this thing, it will tell you that the only animals I like are LOLcats and dinosaurs. Until now, I would say that’s a fair and correct thing to say. After briefly hanging out with a cat yesterday and spending a decent amount of time trying to play with a small dog last night, I think my feelings about animals might be changing.

But those large dogs that people seem to have in NYC seriously freak me out. They’re almost my size!

Okay, so it’s kind of weird that I’m blogging right now. But, this is the first time in forever that I am ready for work with time to eat breakfast so it’s a special occasion. I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night so I did what I usually do when I wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep. I listen to all of my Smog records, starting with “A River Ain’t Too Much To Love.” Without fail, I’m usually asleep by “The Well.” The thing is, I always seem to wake up again during “Butterflies Drowned In Wine” from “Supper.” Always. I wake up and it’s like oh hey, that song I always wake up to during a part that seems to disorient and annoy me while I’m in such a fragile state. Rats!

It’s 5 AM. Why am I awake? Just curious.

Did you know that I live with fun ladies and we have a blog called Everyday Slumber Party? It’s true! Check it out at everydayslumberparty.tumblr.com! Thanks!

I like having both boys and girls as friends. Sometimes I meet girls that claim to not be friends with other girls because they are difficult and dramatic and boys are easier. Sometimes I know how they feel because I know dramatic girls who are difficult as friends. But most of the time I think that’s dumb and if you truly feel that way about girls then you probably did something to make girls mad at you. I also know plenty of dramatic boys who make things weird. I don’t always feel that way though so sorry if you’re a girl that doesn’t like to be friends with girls. ANYWAY, as much as I love my friends who are boys, I seriously love my friends who are girls. They get me and are supportive and know what I’m dealing with in my job and life. This is because most of my friends have jobs and lives that are similar to mine. This has been a really stressful couple of weeks and I have my ladyfriends to thank for helping me not go completely insane. Ladyfriends and alcohol, that is. Thanks! Girls club forevs.

I know I haven’t updated in a long time. I haven’t had much to say, even though a lot has been happening. I felt like tonight was going to be inspired and think of something really good to say. Before I could even attempt to draft anything though, the dumbest thing happened. I realized that I forgot my username AND password. My computer had remembered it for so long and then suddenly, it was gone. Becca was nowhere to be found (online) and there I was, blogless. Well, I obviously have recovered all my information (Thanks, Becca) and anything I thought I was going to say hours ago is gone.

I live in a cute apartment with fun girls and we have a blog: everydayslumberparty.tumblr.com. Check that out.