I think I am about out of my mind. I would say I'm crazy, but then it wouldn't be true because crazy people will never admit they're crazy. I need, like, a life reset button.. and I would be okay if an angry groundhog berated me everytime I used it. In fact, I would learn to enjoy it, because being berated by an angry groundhog would be a hell of a lot better than being berated by every adult I've ever come in contact with.

My alarm didn't wake me up this morning. In fact, it's still set for 10am... so I'm curious as to when it will go off. The phone woke me up at 11:30, yes, the same time I am supposed to be wearing the ugliest pink dress in the world while greeting little children. I tried get to the class late, and I did... except there was no one there; no kids, no play, no class. So, I was a bit confused. There had to be class because they left a message on the machine. But it doesn't matter anymore, because I failed the class. All because of the alarm. Or me. One or the other.. it doesn't matter, I failed the fucking class.


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Oh that's not all. Every other class is pretty much the same, I have no chance. This whole semester was a compete waste of time, money, and energy. I graduated high school at the top of the class and pretty much aced last semester. Like I said, everything is backwards. I don't know whether to cry or rant..

Maybe the grass really is blue.

I'm in an odd mood. Really, I am. My car died today.. It just sort of.. died. But it has been resurrected... and I can't help but think... it must be the Easter spirit. It's wonderful. My car has risen. It has saved me.

Seeing as how it died this morning though... I had a legit reason for missing my theatre class. But.. I couldn't go back to sleep, and I really wish I had been able to because I only got about five hours. It's like, once I'm awake: I'm awake. There's no going back to sleep. It's not an option. Mission. Impossible.

Because of this development, I had several calls to make. Since I was going to miss the theatre class, I had to call and let them know.. or I fail the course. So I called... and called... and called... but no answer. Okaay.. so then I had to call my mom and let her know that she had to take me to my orthodontist appt. Then I had to call my grandpap and find out if he could take a look at my car.

Anyway.. I was about five minutes late to my appointment. Which I'm like, whatever.. but apparently it was a big deal. My punishment, or so I thought, was waiting 15 minutes in the waiting room. But no... not really... that's just standard procedure. My punishment was being called back and waiting in the fucking chair for an hour. Have you layed in one of those chairs for an hour with absolutely nothing to do?? Nothing to look at.. except for the occasional bug crawling across the screen of the opposite window. Every five minutes, someone would come and look at the my file. And then just walk away. No 'hello', 'goodbye'... they could have at least offered me a fucking pillow. I only slept five hours last night. I could have used the extra hour. But no. No pillows for Jennifer! She was five minutes late!

Soo.. I came home... and stewed about my car. I couldn't afford to fix it if it was serious.

Then my Katatonia cd arrived.. and all was right with the world. I had to reorder it after after some sort of shit ended up spewed all over mine. It was, like, sap or something.. i have no idea.. but it won't come off. But it doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway... my grandpap came over. And he pointed out the problem.. which, in the bak of my mind I already knew. My headlight got stuck and wouldn't shut the whole way. It eventually drained the battery when it was trying to go down the entire night. But it's fixed now. Everything's fine. It's gooood.

So now I'm back to my odd mood. I had an absolutely shitty day. But I'm not angry. I'm neutral. And I haven't been to my M-W-F classes in a week. I have yet to decide whether or not I'll go tomorrow. I've kind of given up on it. I just want to get out of it and go to technical school. College may work for some.. but for others it's just not right.

So, Alias, huh? Huh?? I'm, like, so excited, and any strangers who happened to stumble upon my little blog probably think I'm the biggest dork on the planet. Which is fine, whatever. I'm just... wow. I waited a whole season for what went down tonight. I really did. It was satisfying.. I just wished that Vaughn would have figured it out before the halfway point. Now we have a nasty cliffhanger... it was worth it though. I probably won't pay attention in class at all this week.

Sooo... I'll past a rant/review later.

I'm not sure what the problem with the imood feature was, but it was messing up my page so I took it off. For now. It made the 'Ego' box, like, inflated... and, well, that's like a bad example of a subliminal message. Or whatever. I know I'm not making any sense but it's 3:30 in the morning and I've had about 10 cans of coke today.

Oh! I finally got my bass back. At 2 in the morning. It took him, 2 weeks and 5 hours to do it, when he said two days. I guess it's not bad when you look at the Orion Calendar. Where one day apparently translates to one week.

He had it appraised. Why? I don't know.. I think he just said that so I would stop badgering him to give it back. And he insists he wasn't lying; yet, he didn't go into details about the appraisal. So fickle...

But, seriously, he comes knocking on my door a 2 in the morning. He knows I have an early class.. he's fucking in it. How did he know I wasn't sleeping.. even though I wasn't, but that's beside the point. It just bothers me when people sort of 'assume'.

But I'll edit this later. It's purdy late.. and I'm purdy tired.

confusion is setting in.

AcidEuphoria says: What if this weren't a hypothetical question?
Jen says: What if it were?
AcidEuphoria says: Isn't it?
Jen says: Isn't this a hypothetical question?
AcidEuphoria says: Is this?
An Illegal Alien says: ok, now im just confused....
An Illegal Alien says: hey, how do they make the ketchup green?

What is brealing? one may ask. Well, I am a victim of brealing: Borrowing, with the intent to steal. Brealing. A week and a half ago, I lent my bass to Orion so he could 'record music with his band'. Sure, whatever. Just include me in the 'Thank yous'. This was, like, the Friday before last.

One hour after he leaves my house, he calls me and tells me, "I fixed your bass." Okay, really? There was nothing wrong with it in the first place. But he fixed it anyway, without informing me of the problem, and not questioning whether or not I had it that way for a reason.

During class on Monday, he says he'll get it back to me on Tuesday. And that it is a 'sweet bass'. I know. Which is why I want it back. RIGHT NOW. Before you 'fix it' any more.

That was odd, I thought to myself, Tuesday is actually tomorrow. Why didn't he say "I'll get it back to you 'tomorrow.'"?

Tuesday, or tomorrow, came and went. Still, no sign of my bass. I AIMed him, asking him when it would be convenient for him to give me my shit back. He said, and I quote, "I told you on Monday that I would give it to you on Thursday."

Okay. No you didn't. You said Tuesday. Did you mean Thursday? Okay. Fine. Thursday.

Thursday came and went. Still no sign of my bass. He calls me and says he'll get it back to me on Friday after classes. Pff. Whatever. Friday came and went, and still no bass. I haven't heard from him since.

I swear, this happens every time with him. I don't know if I'm to blame, or if it's him. First it was with a bunch of cds I lent him, it took him two months to return them. Then it was a Gamecube game or controller or something. Now this. I'm tempted to go over and get it myself, but I hate driving in downtown Beaver Falls. And besides, if I were to go get it, he talk me into letting him keep it longer. He's persuasive, and when that doesn't work, he's just an ass. But it doesn't matter, because I can't say 'No' to anyone. You can ask me for a kidney and I'd probably give in.

Damn it.

Something I seem to be very good at lately. I lied, it's Monday already and I've finally decided to post my Alias thoughts before I can't remember anything. There was no episode tonight; instead, ABC aired The Ten Commandments, which I think is rather odd considering that Palm Sunday is next Sunday. But whatever, I guess its showing was inevitable. Anyway, I'll continue my scheduling rant later.. like, next Sunday when I bitch about Nick and Jessica's Variety Hour which ABC will be airing.

So... my thoughts on The Frame... I've really been looking forward to this episode, mainly because this is where the season is supposed to be picking up. Vaughn was supposed to choose Sydney over Lauren. Which, in the Alias writers' own twisted way, he did. And Jack was suppose to discover Lauren's duplicity; which, for a brief while, he did. But then they screwed it all up.

First
Lauren had Vaughn's father's sacred watch fixed. Seriously. Could she piss me off any more? In this moment of clarity, Vaughn tells Lauren it's over. Hurray, hurrah! Stupid as ever, Lauren calls Sark to tell him the bad news in the middle of the restaurant she and Vaughn are dining in. Seriously, if she had half a brain you would think she might at least go outside. Or in the bathroom. Or something.

But it doesn't matter. It's over with her and Vaughn, right? Right?!

Wrong.

Sark tells her to kill her father, that way, Vaughn will stay with her out of pity. He did it for Alice once upon a time, right? Damn. Sark, you're making it hard for me to love you.

Lauren refuses to kill her papa. For now.

Then
This part just totally pisses me off, now. Jack, acting on his suspicions from the previous episode, signs on to Lauren's computer to check up on her. For some stupid reason, he signs on using his ID. Jesus Jack, what the hell is wrong with you? He finds phone records and other shit.. I really was too busy screaming at him to pay attention. But he finds enough to confirm his suspicions. The man is a freaking genius, but he made an amateur's mistake. Even I would have known better.

He pays Senator Reed a visit first. Here we meet Lauren's mom.. far to pretty to be Lauren's mom, but okay.. Senator Reed doesn't believe him. For now. He leaves the Senator with Lauren's file and tells him to call if he has any questions.

Seriously, Jack, you so screwed up.

Meanwhile... Vaughn and Syd are after Sark and Bomani, they find them. They also get whatever they were looking for, I'm not sure what, I was still fuming over Jack at this point. On they plane trip home, Vaughn tells Syd that it's over between him and Lauren. He asks Syd if she wants to 'get some coffee' after they get back. She accepts. Sweet.

And then
We're back with Lauren. Checking her email or whatever. I don't care, I tend to pay more attention to what's going on around Lauren, rather than look at her. She notices someone logged into her computer and bullies a tech guy or someone into telling her who it was. It should be noted that her "Anti-Intrusion Software" or whatever caught the foriegn login. What the hell? I work at the freaking ZOO and I'm not even allowed to install ICQ. She knows that Jack's on to her, so what does she do? She calls Sark from inside the JTF. Seriously. Worst.Spy.Ever. Sark tells her to reconsider killing her father so they can pin the blame on him. She does. It's interesting how Sark has to clean up her messes. It just really pisses me off because he could be doing something more constructive with his time.. like, say.. taking over the world.

Jack receives a call from Senator Reed about Lauren or something or someone. Really, I have no idea what is going on at this point. I'm just angry for some reason.

Then what?
Well, we're back with Senator Reed at home. Lauren comes in the room. Dressed in black. And leather. Five sticks of black eyeliner surrounding her eyes. I guess she's about to do something bad. It's a shame that Melissa George can't act in layers.. like, in order for her to do something evil she has to be wearing ten pounds of make-up. Oh, and black leather.

Daddy tells her that he knows what she's done. And he's willing to help her. Lauren is touched, and her resolve is crumbling. She doesn't want to kill her dad, which is obvious, because she abruptly starts massaging her temples. It's a difficult decision, I know... Like, killing family members gives her a headache or something. You almost wonder if JJ was offset saying, "Okay, Melissa... conflicted! You're conflicted!" Seriously? Worst.Actress.Ever.

Anyway, mommy comes in the room and asks what's going on. She takes the gun from Lauren and shoots daddy herself. Apparently, Sark wanted to make sure Lauren did her job this time, so he asked her mom to keep an eye on her. I guess he's tired of fixing her mistakes just as much as I'm tired of watching him do it. Oh yeah, if you haven't figured it out, mommy's bad.

They make it look like a suicide.

In the meantime, Syd and Vaughn are on yet another mission. This time underwater, courtesy of some crappy CGI. Really, usually I have no complaints when it comes to things like this, but it was really bad. They're in a cavern of some sort, doing something with Rambaldi keys or crystals or something. My mind is still with Jack and his stupidity. Vaughn suggests destroying whatever they're retrieving because it is supposedly a danger to Syd's life. Aww. Before she can answer, Bomani interrupts them. He tells them to hand whatever it is over, and they do. They fight, yadda yadda. They narrowly, and unrealistically, escape - thanks to some more crappy CGI.

Meanwhile
Jack has a talk with Lauren's mom, Olivia by the way. She tells him about the 'suicide'. I didn't find it convincing. I'm not sure that Jack did either, but it's always hard to tell with him. Anyway, since they pinned the blame on the senator, Jack's investigation comes to a halt. For now. And Lauren is off the hook. Thanks to Sark - who she treats like shit, by the way. And her mom.

Dixon tells Sloane that even though Sen. Reed was supposedly the mole, his death sentence is still in effect since they have evidence of ties between the two of them. Sloane is stunned, but doesn't really say anything.

Finally
Vaughn and Syd return from their mission. Lauren is surrounded by people offering their condolences. Weiss tells him what happened with her father, while Syd listens. Vaughn runs over to her. Lauren glares at Syd behind Vaughn's back. Dammit. This sucks.

Later that night, Vaughn calls Syd and tells her that they won't be having coffee. Syd crys. Vaughn feels bad. Syd hangs up before he can say anything else. Vaughn goes back to sleep as far away from his wife's side of the bed as possible. Heh. Then? Lauren opens her eyes and gets this creepy look. Seriously, it was disgusting. Like, her eyes looked dead. And her mouth was half open. She looked like a rotting caveman. But she seemed pleased with herself.

Stupid bitch.

I'll redo this tomorrow. It's three in the morning and I have to go to class tomorrow. I haven't gone since last Monday.