apparently, these are things i deem important for you to know about and hear me talk about when you start to know me in real life. call it a small survival guide, or something.

"hi. i'm jennie. i'm from sweden, i go bonkers at the slightest mentioning or sight of anything related to tori amos, pj harvey, adam sandler, depeche mode, bjork, david spade, jeff goldblum, noah wyle, and a few more dussins of celebrities and artists. i love horror movies, especially the nightmare on elm street ones. i am a feminist. i love food so much - here, listen to me whine about the one bad meal i had at chili's a year ago. i hate people they suck. o look adam sandler is on tv i love him he rocks i have huge crush on him! religion? i'm not religious but here, listen to me whine. yeah i've seen that movie, in fact i've seen a lot of movies. hey did you know i've seen dirty dancing over 160 times? i like to drink things that are really blue. EEK don't touch my back, i'm highly sensitive and may harm you as a reflex so don't. did i mention i love tori amos?"

in the words of peggy lee...is that all there is?

speaking of gabbi, he decided to drive to washington (the city) on the saturday. i made sure to give him my standard speech:

"drive safely. don't get into an accident. don't get stabbed. don't get robbed. don't lose all your money. stay cautious of lewd women. don't get lost. mainly, don't get killed in any way. have fun."

he had to ask me what "lewd women" meant. i specified it to mean prostitues, in my context. he asked me why. i said... "washington. politicians. prostitutes. who knows what they're passing around back and forth?" *shrug*

he was supposed to return sunday night, but didn't turn up until 10.20 p.m. last night. at which point i put all my "what do i do if my roommate is dead somewhere?" thoughts away. i'd gotten as far as to having thought out what to tell the police when filing the missing persons thing.

his comment on washington: "it stank! it really smelled badly, and there were RATS!"... also, apparently the prostitutes were less than attractive and rather cheap.

don't you love it when i grab snippets from OTHER people's life into this journal? i'm sure they love it to. hah.

saturday was spent in aziza's company. she and i went and saw the adam sandler movie big daddy at the dollar theater, and then had some yummie burritos at some newly opened student restaurant across the street. big daddy was really, really funny. i'm not just saying that. okay? it was definately more in the wedding singer vein. very mushy/gushy/cute, yet still with enough gross, stupid jokes to make me laugh like a hyena. i pleased.

i then got the new tori single bliss which featured two live tracks from the last tour, both so, so beautiful. i was amazed at how much hey jupiter managed to grab me. i really thought i'd played it too much for that. it was extra touching to hear this as i was treated to that very song live at the first tori song i was at. simply beautiful.

later at wal mart i decided it was time to buy some more movies. hence, my collection of movies in america now include "the inspector general" (my favourite danny kaye movie in the whole wide world, a crappy bruce lee documentary. i also have "nightbreed," "halloween," "primal fear" and half of "empire records". i wonder what the papers will make of that if i ever snap and turn into the female ted bundy?

saturday night aziza's good friend from egypt came to visit. i ended up spending saturday night at her house, as well as sunday night because.. well, i was chaperoning them. isn't that funny? nothing like different cultures.

sunday we ate breakfast at elmo's (which melted my heart thoroughly. ghod i love that place.) and went to the movies. they saw "the 13th warrior" while i saw "mystery men" and i think our concensus on both was that they were better than expected.

janeane garofalo, hank azaria, ben still, paul reubens, william h. macy, lena olin, geoffrey rush.. now there's a cast. i thought it lacked a bit due to bad editing, but it was funny. if nothing else, hearing the mom in the seat behind me explain to her child what "flatulence" means made it worth it for me. see it for the funny fighting scenes. don't expect miracles. i think of it as one of those movies i see myself watching at 4 am drunk off my ass with a bunch of friends, laughing myself breathless.

later that evening we went and ate at Top of the Hill. for those unaware, it's a rather posh restuarant in down town chapel hill. i've been there once before, and i can vouch that the food is delicious, but pricy, of course. therefore the clientel who goes there are usually preppy students and just... uppity people in general.

yes, i enjoyed walking in there with shirley temple curly hair (due to the heavy rain) and my spice girls t-shirt. i made sure to flash a sparkly smile at the girl in expensive clothes and immaculate quarter inch thick make-up sending me strange evil glares too. it's times like this i love my exhibitionistic rebellious streak. mauhuah.

joseph joined us for the dinner, and i invited him to my birthday dinner. yes, my birthday is coming up. i'm trying to ignore it, but whatever. as it looks now i'm having a dinner at the loop (reasonably priced place with the most delicious portobello mushroom burger...) with aziza, jesse, joseph, gene, kelly, and possibly kelly's boyfriend james and my roommate gabriel will come along too.

now, i know, that's just 7 people, and i know them well, but the mere gathering of so many makes me all queasy. i've already prepared kelly for expecting me to dive under the table if everybody DOES show up. just.. so many people. *shrug* yeah, whatever, i'm a dork.

and on the subject of people.. so there's this guy around the school that for some reason makes my knees a bit jiggly and wobbly. i've seen him around ever since i first got to this school, and i have to tell you up front, it's not one of those realistic prospects where i'd even -want- something to happen, it's just a thing where i get smiley if i happen to catch a glimpse of him every other day or so. anyways. point is, i find him yummie. he has a surprisingly soft voice considering he looks like a tough guy - tattoo's and all that.

guy comes into lab and sits by the computer next to me. jennie freezes. guy says "hey... you didn't come to the school paper meeting..." well. he was right. i hadn't. (i was supposed to come and talk about me putting the paper online. i chickened out.) hence, my brilliant response:"i know." guy laughs and says: "oh i guess that was a stupid thing to say, i mean, of course you know that you didn't go."

not much was said after that, i was just enjoying sitting there a bit jiggly legged and it seemed like we'd end up chit-chatting when he realises he's left his food someplace else, gets up and leaves. hrmph. i tell you, this is the only time ever i've cussed food.

now let's guess how many days it takes until the guy ends up finding this entry and laugh his arse off? right.

now if only all this FUCKING raining thing would stop, and i've had enough flash-flood warnings occupy my tv set for one weekend, thank you. and while we're on the subject of whining - the air conditioning is still out. i am literally DYING here. like i needed sweat flooding down my face and neck, you know? bah.