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Awkward Sharing Time

So I’ve got to be honest with you. I haven’t updated in a while because all I can think of are boring stories about my life and my feelings and lessons I’ve learned. Well that’s all crap, because no one wants to hear about your feelings. That just whooey. Or is it hooey? How is that word spelled?

Anyway, I think I shall have an entry about how I met Ben (granting he signs the waiver and all) because it’s a pretty neat story. I like it. And there may be another about how my life is changing in grand ways. But here’s the condensed version:

Jennifer takes some big risks and finds that not only did these risks lead to happiness, but they also reduced stress and worry. She also finds that she likes herself as a person.

Now, I need to do a little growing up because I still live like a 12 year old left alone for the weekend. But that’s endearing, right?

Sorry you had to hear this. I know we’re not that close.

Oh and go listen to my new song and tell me how funny I am. That’s the only reason I make art. Songs for comments, that’s my motto.

At work.

I just walked out of the restroom, and Marti, one of the ministers, looked at me and said slut.  Or at least I thought that’s what she said.  I was all prepared to ignore.  It had not been intended for me but was in reference to SUUSI and she was talking to some one else.  It ended up sparking one of the only interesting conversations I’ve had here.  Go figure.  Michael, I think you may have met her roommate.  August 8th is technically my last day.

Good news everyone!

Eff that! This is great news. 5 (well technically 6) of the muppets have joined youtube. I am very excited.

Their accounts are:

patrioticeagle - Sam the Eagle

weirdowhatever - The Great Gonzo

meepmeepmeepow - Beaker

deumnborkborkbork - The Swedish Chef

heckleu247 - Statler & Waldorf

I like that they aren’t just their names, but the user names that the muppets picked for themselves.  Because muppets are real and sentient beings.  Didn’t you know?

New Theme!

I love it.  I love it I love it I love it.  My old one was screwy sometimes, and this one is more my personality.  The picture is a little off, but nothing is perfect, man. Anyway, this one looks more well put together.  This is the blog of a girl who has a job, goes to school, gets good grades, has a laptop, doesn’t sleep in.  This is the blog of a girl who sometimes wears business suits (even if she wears chucks with them).   She doesn’t buy more underwear instead of doing laundry.  She doesn’t skip work to watch the Price is Right.  She has more than $3.33 in her savings account.  She doesn’t buy a mass of boohbah dolls off of eBay on an impulse.  This blog belongs to a girl whose got her shit together (or is at least she’s working on it).

Today has been a day of doing things in bulk.  I spent 4 hours at the laundromat.  I just drank an entire 32 ounce bottle of limeade in one sitting (I was super tired).  Umm…  I took a really long shower.  Alright so maybe it was just the two things, but two things can create an over-arching theme for a day.  Right?

P.S. Yesterday I bathed Samantha the cat.  It was amazing.  She’s an incredibly tiny kitty under all that fluff and hatred.

Fruit Fly Massacre of 08

So mondayI fought fruit flies off in my apartment. It was the epitome of awful.  Just awful.  I did however get to fashion some crafty traps that involved fruit flies going into a hole for food and then forgetting where that hole was.  I know that a fruit fly’s entire body is about 1/3000 the weight of my brain, and yet I feel super smart about these traps. It’s not like the fly and I are going head to head in Jeopardy. I think it takes some real cunning to convince a creature to kill itself. If you ever have trouble with fruit flies, I recommend using the funnel trap.  It did the best of all.  Also, don’t leave fruit out, you slob.

Macroblogging

So I’ve let Teeterdays fall to wayside.  JenniferTeeter.com has gone through a lull. I apologize.  I do. But I think things are looking up.

Let me preface the following with this: I love twitter.  I love it.  I love it so much that when twitter is down, I don’t get angry or frustrated. Nope.  I get sad and worry about it as woman does when she hears her fiancee is wounded in battle.

But sometimes it just doesn’t cut it.  I recently read Dennis Cass’ blog where he worried about his comatose blog.  Here’s how I recommend rousing a blog:

I recommend using Twitter to rouse your blog. It’s a bit like using bees to cure arthritis. You’ll start using twitter. You’ll be tentative at first, but soon you’ll start tweeting every vaguely interesting thing that you do or think or feel. It’s the opposite of having a crush on someone: you’ll think about what you’re doing every minute of every day. Micro-blogging will be your main method of communication and [your blog] will slip to the brink of no return…
And then one day, you’ll have something that happens to you; something so interesting and funny and poignant that you must twitter it. But alack alas! You cannot get it under 140 characters. The next week it’ll happen again and you’ll long for some kind of macro-blogging. Something will tug in your brain; something you once knew and loved.
[your blog]
And your blog will be awakened.
Or, you know, maybe more pictures?

Mmm….so many characters.

Salman Rushdie’s Ego is now the Third Greatest Superpower in the World

Go read Midnight’s Children

Go read it now. Right. Now.

Usually I’m not a big fan of saying awards mean anything about a book. The Pulitzer has about 30% success rate with me. But Midnight’s Children didn’t just win an award. It won the booker. And then it won the best of booker. And then it won it again. The people of England (and the English commonwealth) have basically said that this is the very best fiction book written in English in the past 30 years. And sure, Salman Rushdie would have been appalled if he had not won. Sure, he is egotistical and self-praising. But he has a right to be because this, my friends, is a damn good book.

Yet, I bet you haven’t read it. I’d be willing to bet money that you have not read the best fiction written in the past 30 years.

You know what you have read?

The Davinci Code

Yeah.

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Haley’s Project

So my friend Haley from high school (and main contributor to FUN BLOG DAY, see blogroll) decided to write a poem everyday for 70 days and put it on a website and then get her friends to do the same. I have an immense respect for poetry, but I don’t really write it, so instead I promise to do something everyday. Just something. For conformity I put it up on a blogger page, but after this summer is over, I may move the stuff over here.

teeterdays.blogspot.com