Jen

Happy day after Thanksgiving!

We basically covered the northwestern-most part of Indiana visiting Matt's family and friends. It was a busy but fun day, although no one made Tofurkey. (Just wait until Saturday!)

I have a shift at the Gap later this evening. I actually feel sorry for me. People are ruthless around the holidays. I worked Wednesday as well and the customers were crazy. It was like the Gap never had a sale before in it's exsistence. I have this pinching feeling that the place will be wrecked by the time I get there.

Becky

So I just got over having pink eye. I'm 27, I have no kids and somehow I got pink eye - not really sure how that happened.

Just wanted to wish everybody a happy thanksgiving! It's happy because Jen and Matt are back in town and we get to party with them, but a little sad because Gant is gone, but happy because he will be around this weekend! So overall I think we are on the good side!

I wish you all a pink-eye free holiday season!

Jen

"The science never ends!"

On the train home from work last night, some old guy with an accent preached about socialism and religion to a completly silent audience. You could tell everyone was just waiting for this guy to get off. It was jammed packed and he rambled on - my guess - from downtown to Belmont. I blocked out most of what he was saying, but remembered him talking about "sending messages to your brains" and "killing all the people's brains" probably because he said brains so much.

After he got off, I was standing next to some guy whose headphones were too loud. I got to listen to 3 songs by the Scorpians. Thank god for the "Winds of Change!"

Gotta love public transportation.

I don't have to work at any job today, so Matt and I are going to the 1:30 show of Harry Potter!!!

Jen

I have a cold.

Yesterday I felt fine, and today, I am a sniffling mess. My boredon of being home alone has lead me to watch the Tuesday night lineup on ABC. "Hot Properties" is possibly the worst show I have ever seen. Four very unfunny women try to be like "Sex in the City" but with no cojones.

Next up is "Commander in Chief," which sadly enough, happens to be rather interesting. Geena Davis makes a good president. Sad but true. Even more sad, Mark Paul Gosselaar, aka Zach Morris, is joining the cast. I think I just saw my last episode of this show.

Then it's "Boston Legal." Whoops. I turned my TV off. On purpose. No review tonight.

I started yet another part time gig assisting a photographer. I worked with him this morning taking class pictures of kindergarderners. It made me feel too old to have this job.

Looking for a full time job makes me sad.

I don't mean to be sound depressed; it's just this damn cold. I can't wait to spread the bird flu at the Gap tomorrow while I fold a stack of demin. Beware of what jeans you choose!!!

Jen

I've been meaning to post for a couple of days now, but I haven't.

We have just one way to get on the internet at our house, and that is through Matt's laptop. Since we, um, don't pay for our internet services, and my mac doesn't have airport, we are stuck to do all our internet related activities on this one computer. Matt is on the computer nonstop. I'm not lying. I know he is in Grad school for writing, but does he have to write ALL the time? You know, maybe give me a half hour of Jen time, to catch up on e-mail, write a short blog and maybe check out the sales at all my favorite stores. I don't think it's so much to ask for, but it is his computer.

Otherwise, things have been fine and busy. I've been racking up numerous hours at the Gap, folding the same goddamn stack of sweaters and shirts everyday, but hey, it's a job that I actually like and it's money. The soundtrack at the Gap is another thing. I never thought that I'd hear "Soul Meets Body" by Death Cab so much in one lifetime. But there it is, on rotation at least once every two hours. There is also this horrible song by what I think is a group of either British or Austrailian girls signing along to a psuedo dance beat with a horn section. The lyrics are "Only you can set me free, cause I'm guilty, guilty as a girl can be. Come on baby can't you see, I've been accused of love in the first degree." It's like a broken record playing in my head. Nightmares. . . I realize now I should type this into Google to see what they come up with, but knowing who made this crappy song might make it worse. I'm not sure.

Well, that's all for now. I leave you with a picture to ponder over for a bit: