adopt your own virtual pet!

I don't think this one can die but we'll never know. I hope it stands the test of time because I cannot stand any more heartaches.

So I wasted two days out of my three day weekend running chores. Hmmph! Today, more out of boredom, I decided I'm going to turn this website into a spare change business. I start researching affiliate programs and such then Ray says go for Pay-Per-Click "that's how Google gets paid." He's totally right, Pay-Per-Click definitely would be the way to go as opposed to commision, it's easier to get someone to visit a website than to actually buy something from them. If only I had as much traffic as Google.

Either way I researched anyway 'coz you know me I have nothing better to do until Laguna Beach reruns start. I signed up for the most credible one I found and I think I'll try it out though I am more than justified at being pessimistic. They pay 2 cents per click and cut the check every $50 increment. That means I need 2,500 clicks - how long do you think that will take? Here's the banner and by the way the link does work, click on it from sheer curiosity and give me your two cents (get it?)

It seems cool enough, the main page so far are a bunch of online games. I'm not sure if it will change, their "support" page was not at all supportive, but I guess we'll see. BTW, I totally thought of Murl and he's blog about online game advertisements. This is you Murl, SO YOU!

I guess I found a non-obtrusive way to use the banner for now. I am doing a little test run of it on MySpace see if anybody gets bugged. You know I'm all about making things flow. I can't run the risk of letting a banner ruin my Cyberspace Feng Shui.

Lauren Conrad and Christine Taylor





Sorry it took so long I've had plenty of other stuff to do lately. As we speak I have 6 out of 10 fingernails painted, it's been like that since yesterday. I've just had so much running around I had to do. Actually I just needed to place the poll in before I put it off longer. I only have an hour to finish my laundry, finish paiting my nails, shower, get dressed, get a full tank of gas and meet Ray downtown for lunch. Until much later...

I took this day off work to actually drive to OK to see Jason Mraz. Yet again our rendezvous has been cancelled. I'm broke broke. Instead I will spend my three day weekend running around getting my life in Feng Shui order, complete with a quick stop at The Perk for much needed cafe au'lait and quiet time.

I am in need of some assistance from my oh-so avid readers. I need a pic of LC from Laguna Beach and a pic of that lady that played Marsha in the Brady Bunch movie. I intend on putting them side by side for an online poll, (BH says they look like each other.) If you can please email them to me it would be greatly appreciated.

I already feel today will be more hectic than anticipated and already I am weakened by the urge to jump back in bed. But I felt that I should atleast stop in and jot a quick update for those that are patiently waiting for a phone call or text.

Ahem!

I have not quit my job so I believe I should get a cake or a card, this will now be the longest position I've ever held.

I am still easily reached through AIM on my mobile though have found the I get signed off when powering my phone off and forget to sign back in so please be patient.

I have become a Laguna Beach addict thought I will never admit to Jason being close to cute and Alex M. is a biatch!

My second T-Mo Pet abandoned me three days ago, bite me.

The CR-V has not been in any near death experiences, I've actually been real good to it and is only a little dirty.

I think that's all, if more info is need call, txt, or AIM. I'll be out and about with tons-o'chores. Ciao, babies, miss you all very much.

posted by Jenni  # 6:19 AM

Being a straight girl means someday I'll settle down with a straight guy. (This blog started all types of anti-homosexual but not intended to.) If you were a gay guy that would be cool too. I'm just sad for anyone that has to live with a girl. Frightened for anyone that would eventually settle with me.

A grew up in a family structure of mom, sis, me and dad. Dad, fairly outnumbered, managed to have control through the fear system. He had the look. I've been trying to master that look since I was 8 yrs old but it seems from me it is less intimidating.

Now Dad left the Philippines when I was 10 yrs old. I was left in a house of all women. Mom, my sis, my grandma and several maids we rotated from hiring and firing. If reality tv could have documented my life at that point my manic bipolarness would be way justified. Not to mention the cycle of the moon, we also had fiery Visayan blood to deal with. Cabinet doors slam, utensils are banged around in the drawer, anything that can make noise is forced to it's loudest due to somebody throwing a fit. One time I remember I even provoked a maid enough that she threw an end table in my direction, now she was not Visayan she was Muslim though I believe she strayed plenty from that religion. There were a lot of tantrums thrown and too much crying for no reason. It would have driven any man insane.

Ever since we moved to the US to join Dad things had pretty much gone to normal. The look controlled us. Of course, Dad frequently leaves town for work but he was never more than a phone call and a threat away. Now, my grandma has come to visit and along with that she has brought inspiration for the old shananigans. For some reason my mother has decided she will compete against grandma on who can lack attention more. To top it off, Dad is out of the country which I believe is a big part of Mom lacking attention.

I've been frequenting Mom and Dad's more often lately. I see Logan every week Wednesdays and Thursdays before Matt picks him up, I get free food, and use of the computer and actually liked sitting with Dad and having him pick on me. But since he's been gone it's not been as pleasant. Grandma panicked when the doorbell rang and I was in the bathroom. I kept telling her she didn't have to get it and quit muttering I can't hear her from the bathroom, so she ruined my private moment by rattling the bathroom door knob trying to get in - so I could hear her better? Mom since yesterday has been feeling depressed, her mood swing causes her to overreact, and I think she is on her way to get some retail therapy after spending the entire morning sniffling in the kitchen.

I'm glad Ching is gone and married, she was the more psychotic one from us all. I'm sure she would have stabbed someone if her hair was not curled right. But as for me, I am dramatic enough on my own. I think I will stay away from my parents' house for awhile until Dad comes back.I feel myself going crazy.

God bless the man that can love me despite my ups and downs. God bless the man that will have Dad's strength to handle me in any level of crazy. And God protect that man when he tries to handle me the wrong way when the tide rises with the moon.

I browsed through MySpace and inadvertently bumped into my newest favorite song. You MUST visit his site and listen to it. The lyrics is only half of it. This guy actually sounds good. I say actually because most MySpacers that are unsigned are unsigned for a reason, but this guy breaks the mold. There's no resource to buy a CD so I don't think there is one YET. So sad, I can jam to this song for hours.

ONE LAST NIGHT
Jonathan - Lawrence, KS
http://www.myspace.com/jonathantruth

It's been a while
Since we could talk about it
All we ever do is fight
And I know nothing seems to come out right
I know I hurt you
Just like you hurt me
Even though you don't believe
That it has anything to do with compromise
So we cry
Say goodbye

And I
Want to get drunk together one last time
Talk about the good things in our lives
See you smile
One last night
One last night

When I look into your eyes
I can see the next twenty years
But we just keep on tripping over today
Spend my nights alone in bed
Dissecting what it was you said
In our last fight
Every night

And I
Want to get drunk together one last time
Talk about the good things in our lives
See you smile
One last night
One last night

Remember our trip to the beach
And how you had your legs wrapped around me
It hasn't been so long
Since we were separate entities
After this change
Will our lives ever be the same
Will it be the same
As before I knew your name
Since I knew your name

And I
Want to get drunk together one last time
Talk about the good things in our lives
See you smile
One last night
One last night

So, BH and I found a common love of Laguna Beach. And I am deeply appreciative of her great knowledge of TV trivia. But seriously she tried to tell me that the little brother from the WB show Supernatural was the same guy Cody from Step by Step. I had to prove her wrong.



The guys on the left is Sasha Mitchell, Cody from Step by Step. The guy on the right is Jensen Ackles, the little brother from Supernatural.

Now, I didn't know who they were before tonight. But I knew they were different people. How? Sasha Mitchell was already old when I was 14, he's way older now, and he was not a strong enough actor to hide his stupidity for the more serious WB series, the Step by Step airheadedness was not acting it was real. Whoa! No Way! Plus, Jensen Ackles is way hotter!

Anyway, I had to let that out. Someone else give me another research topic. I dare you.

Labor Day I was stuck at work bored out of my mind. I started an online game from my phone, called T-Mo Pet. (Yes, my cell phone provider is T-Mobile, hence the T-Mo in T-Mo Pet.) I get several options between playing from 1 to 3 times a day I chose 3, from playing solo up to five players I chose solo, and the length of the game short, average or long I chose long. Why not? I realized that I might need companionship past Labor Day and what better and cheaper way than to get a mobile pet. As well I opted to be alerted through text whenever my pet decided to do something.

My first pet was Jammedish. Up to now I'm not sure if my pet was a she/he or what kind of species it was. Notice the past tense. I didn't kill Jammedish, Jammedish abadoned me. After a week!

Basically, the game starts with Jammedish "who loves me" asking for candy, and I'm nice but strict so I say okay, but don't ask for another one or something around those lines, the game tells me that Jammedish will be back in 8 hrs and some odd mins. When the brat comes back asking for more candy, I'm true to my word and say no. The next time I notice that Jammedish doesn't love me anymore, Jammedish has resorted to only liking me. Little f-nut! So, when Jammedish asked to play a game I decided to let Jammedish win so I'm loved again, this is where it all turned to shite. Jammedish liked winning so I said yes to playing again, but this time I guess I won, so Jammedish got upset and I say "Let's play again I'm sure this time you'll win." (Seriously that was the option.) I went through the damn game questions for two days. That's how I knew I was giving the wrong answers completely. Next thing I know I get a text Jammedish had abandoned me. Worthless shite didn't even have the decency to tell me to my face.

So I was pretty bummed about it for a couple of days. You know because I can't keep plants alive, and my friends have already told me I'm not a good candidate to have anything alive as a pet, and now even mobile pets are abandoning me. I felt like a lost cause. Of course, I'm resilient as well, what better way to practice my nurturing side than by risking one or two mobile pets. So I signed up for a new game.

My second and newest T-Mo pet is Rammedith - don't ask. The first request from Rammedith was that we watch a video. The options were: 1) No, videos are bad for you 2) Which one? Bugs Bunny? Barney? Snow white? 2) But the sun is shining - why not play outside? 4) Ok, let's get you one then. I chose 2, to play outside, and I have 7 hours and 51 minutes before I find out whether that was right and I get to move on to the next question or if Rammedith is going to be another brat like Jammedish and start arguing with me. Wish me luck.



*The much talked about and loved Motorola A630. A great tool of communication, also doubles as a mini laptop for emails, AIM and blogging , great way to keep organized complete with calendar and alarm clock, awesome VGA camera with 3x zoom and house of run away T-Mo pets.

Your Inner Child Is Happy

You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing. You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes. And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad. You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.

They say a girl needs something to look forward to. Here's one releasing on September 30th. Can't wait!

Oh yeah, the guy in the background is Nathan Fillion. Is it just me, or do I find the dorky white guy look really appealing? Somebody smack me.

Anonymous spam commentors beware! I delete useless commercial commenting. This site is about me biatches not you're new book or energy drink. Give me a break. If I'm broke you shall be broke as well. Leave me alone...

Good job, Wayne for policing the site. Keep up the good work, I might have to put you on my payroll.

One minute before I have to log back in. My back hurts so much. I figured with the moblog I can whine to everyone Real Time.

Hey look I can blog from my phone! I love my phone. Man, I feel good.

I can't wait for this movie. I just saw a trailer for it while surfing the net. It's dated release if for March 17, 2006. It has a that classic let-my-people-go vibe. A "what if Germany won WWII" scenario, complete with futuristic Zoro icon to lead the guerilla warfare. Plus, it has Natalie Portman, she's hot, even sporting a bald head.

This movie is gonna rock. Mark my words.

09/05/05 03:25PM

Haven't posted in awhile, right now I'm typing this at work. (Yeah, they scheduled plenty of us to work for Labor Day with a good 5 mins between calls sometimes even 9.) But no complaints I feel at home in front of any computer. So I'm using this time to get my blogging caught up, but since external site access has been restricted I will have to email this txt file to myself and cut and paste it at a later date. Call me resourceful...

Either way, so many things have happened though not any that would be considered a milestone. Because of the recent hurricane disaster gas prices have sky rocketed, and because of my sudden bout with laziness last week this pay check had no overtime pay on it whatsoever. If we make any calculations the last phrase would equal BROKE. Not to my distress surprisingly enough. I was quite at home staying at home. My usual night out shananigans were tapering off already, so staying at home was actually not bad. I liked going to bed early, waking up almost early, doing
the regular go-to-work-come-home-tired routine, and I actually think I'll keep this up.

But more so I've been doing a lot of thinking, not really soul searching but more, figuring things out. What do I want? What do I need? What do I have? This time around when I think I have something I can flow with I don't jump and down with enthusiasm and go on my full out self make-overs. I take in strides knowing full well that my well-intentioned plans sometimes have a tendency of blowing up in my face, more cautious I guess, it comes with knowing that even though things always happen for a reason the initial shock is hard to recover from.

I've also been doing some reading. It's been awhile, huh? George Konrad: The Melancholy of Rebirth. I think I bought this book years ago from a dollar store in Pittsburg, Kansas. I just now got around to reading it. Hopefully soon I can proudly display in on my "yeah, I've read that" bookcase.

Oh, I'm so sleepy. I woke up at 8am this morning, and laid around in bed. I fell back asleep, and forced myself to get up at 9:45am. It felt good sleeping in my own bed. I have a secret affair with my pillow, Gertrude. She comforts me, and is always there for me. Sometimes I take her forgranted, I know. But even after several nights of not coming home, she never asks me where I've been just welcomes me to lay beside her like nothing I do would ever change the fact that she is my pillow and no one elses. Ah! I digress...

Time to take a call, until next pseudo post...