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Name: Jeannie Beenie
Gender: Female
Interests: Eating cookies, deciding which color matches bright green, (hmmm...black?) getting free food from people who think I'm too skinny, trying new words like "snap"......White girls should never say "snap".....Veggie Tales, Jurassic Park....I like watching the movie and scaring myself to death...hehe..it's so fun...
Expertise: Laughing really, really loud, playing in the McDonalds playplace...I can fit in the tunnels..
yelling at the people GOING 25 MPH IN THE FAST LANE ON THE FREEWAY, laughing at my own inside jokes...hmm...dying my hair forty different colors.....
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Construction
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/29/2003
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| Sometimes a holiday can overwhelm me.....most major holidays do....take Christmas for example, all the Christmas songs and decorations and food and yada yada yada.....its enough to make you puke up eggnog. I do love Christmas because of the meaning and celebrating Christ's birth, but I'm tired of the rest of everything else.....I would like to celebrate Jewish holidays....along with the Christian holidays of course....i think that would be neat....
I'm attempting to go shopping tomorrow. For anyone who has known me longer then 2 seconds knows I hate shopping. I can endure the dreaded event on most days. Summer is ok. The mall with friends is do-able. Jean shopping is a pain in the butt, but i can manage. I even enjoy buying those 35 cent suckers for a free truffle at Sees....but the mall at Christmas time is scarier then any chainsaw massacre movie ever made. It doesn't help that I worked among the angry Christmas mob last year and i now know you could possibly die from getting a parking space. Walking into a mall around Christmas makes you feel like your floating in every Christmas movie made on this planet. Visons of Home Alone and A Christmas Story float in my head. Sigh....wish me luck folks...
I'm having surgery on Jan. 18th. I expect plenty of "Get Well" cookies, large stuffed animals and do not the forget a handful of lovely flowers. *AHHH! JEANNIE'S GONNA DIE!* DO NOT PANIC! It's no big deal. Some irritating mole decided to grow back after it was shaved off. The nerve of that mole. So the derm doc (a nervous talkative fellow) recommended I take the whole thing out, so they shall and will and I will have a little scar on my "left flank". Ah, if anyone asks, I can tell people I got shot. Wouldn't that be fun!
Theres really nothing more to say....except that I'm currently on Christmas break and am loving not having to work this break! The first time in 2 years! I think.....ahhh!! Memory loss too! I better have that checked out 
For those who may not know because some psychos may read this and not tell me.....I currently have a wonderful boyfriend whom I love very much. I was able to spend the last week with him and we did NOT kill each other in the end. (This is a good sign.) I'm not very good at expressing how I feel about love stuff... I'm much better at visuals...so here's one! He's the butter to my bread. The fork to my plate. <----Ok that sounds stupid. I love him with all my heart and he completes me. 
Anywho, on that note (high C...HAHA....I'm a crack up!) I'm going to bed.
k bye
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| June??? That is just sad...actually maybe it just goes to show that I finally have a life! Yay for me! Whats with girls and Christmas? It's an obsession I tell you. If it isn't color coordinating red and green sweaters with the rest of their outfit, it's talk about Christmas. I asked a male friend of mine what was with girls and Christmas...and he said its because girls get to shop for hours upon end without feeling guilty! ok fine! As i currently sit here at work, I sniff a red carnation. I love flowers. I love that each flower has a meaning...however, when you know the meanings you start to be suspicious when you recieve certain flowers that mean DEATH!!! A red carnation, FYI, means "my heart longs for you"...pretty cool huh? I don't really have much to say, perhaps it is because this year i lost a lot of the energy I used to have. I used to swear on a stack of pencils I was ADHD...but now I seem to get tired much much more. It is currently Finals Week for this little campus on the plain. This is the week all students walk around like zombies and start actually worrying about their grades. I've never really minded Finals Week, of course its the end of the semester when all BIG projects are due. But, it's just another hill to go up, so I'll change gears and pedal faster..... I wonder sometimes if my visuals make sense. I'm bittersweet about graduating this year. For one thing, I'm exicited to leave and have some new surroundings which don't like to tell me what to do all the time. On the other hand, taking that step adds a whole new level of responsiblity. For one thing, I can't skip work like I do class or I don't get paid and don't get money for food and therefore die. See, a lot of responsilbility. YAY! Work over! Time to go home, eat dinner and study!!! Thank you. You've been a wonderful audience! Peace | | |
| since I have been so horribly harrased about updating.....I suppose I must choose between life and the continually typing on a keyboard......YOU CANNOT FORCE ART (COMMA) PEOPLE!
Speaking of commas, today I classified rocks. This proved entertaining until about halfway when all the rocks started to look the same and we were having WAY too much fun with hydrocloric acid and tasting and smelling the rocks. But don't worry about it...i accidently tasted some hydro acid yesterday and I'm still alive and kickin'.....
I'd find this stuff fasinating if the instructor didn't think it was his life mission to teach us everything he knows about Geology in one day ( psst....*new instructor* uh huh.....) My brain started cursing me for trying to cram loads more information about rocks in one day.....at least six pages of notes about the hard stuff on the floor....
Did you know they put clay in milkshakes to make them thicker? Also baby powder and some forms of cosmetics are made up of a very soft type of mineral called talc.
Why no Jill Nye the Science girl...i didn't know that!
I recieved my first "How you doin'" from a 12 year old. Thanks...so glad I'm attractive to a 12 year old. Maybe I should have stopped and said "I eat younguns like you for breakfast"....
what?
I realized how much I enjoy RCC (local community college) is because of it's diversity. I hear different languages and see different cultures in all my classes.....France, Ghana, Iran, Mexico, L.A...etc....unfortunately, Calif. Baptist Univ. is full of rich white people....I suppose I have come full circle...hated RCC, liked CBU, hate CBU, like RCC......*sigh*...or maybe I'm just never satisfied with anything in life....perhaps I need therapy now...*cries* *sniff*...
**The below conversation is only for those who enjoy reading fantasy books...and I'm not speaking about those skinny Japanese creatures with the strange mouths or video games with really creepy slow music....**
In the argument of Gandalf vs. Professor Dumbledore......Gandalf totally wins. I don't know about anyone else...but I thought Dumbledore was very kind but really a complete idiot for "supposedly" being such a great wizard. Gandalf is protrayed kind of dumb in the movie....but is really smart in the books....ALSO...in the movie, Frodo is "the hero" but in the book he's a huge wimp....what the heck? Oh sorry...thats right....Hollywood...need for a hero...people relate to kind-of-a-thing....can't have people relating to a wimp....nope...can't..have..that...
Oh goodness......rereading the above paragraph has given me an insight....do you know what this means? GASP! I have become a fantasy geek! Oh heavens! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Accepted it.....MOVING ON!
I am tired and my brain has decided to shut down...it has a mind of its own...GET IT? a mind....of...it's....FINE!
I HOPE YOU'RE SATISFIED!
Peace be with you. | | |
| I just want someone to shoot me.......in the leg.....
Shoot me so I can end it now and then maybe finally get some sleep....
I never knew so much I had to do could be stuffed into three weeks.......
I'm finally at the beginning of week three....
Lord....help....
I just finished directing my first show, Beauty and the Beast. It was adorable....because it was with children, and well behaved children for that matter. But oh man, was it stressful. I don't think I've ever heard my name said or called out that many times in that short of a time. It was an amazing experience. One I'll treasure for a lifetime. I love those kids and hope I can do it again. But I am so tired.
What exactly am I tired of??
I'll tell you what I'm tired of!!!!
I'm tired of school. I'm tired of classes. I'm tired of projects that don't require much thinking, but i have to do them anyway. I'm tired of busywork in every class that is really dumb but wrecks your grade if you don't do it.I'm tired of all nighters just to get things done. I'm tired of professors who don't understand. I'm tired of being late EVERYWHERE....I COULD GET UP HOURS EARLY AND STILL BE LATE!! WHATS WRONG WITH ME? I'm tired of working to make money that i never seem to have. I'm tired of balancing three jobs that all require dedication and balance in time, but pay nothing so i can't eat. I'm tired of checking everyday, but have no appointments (I'm a bad tutor....you don't have to lie!! just say it! I'm terrible at Spanish!!) I'm tired of bosses who think I'm lying. I'm tired of banquets. HEAVENS!!!! I'm tired of people who are pushing and pulling me. I'm tired of people who whine at me. I"m tired at people who don't understand common sense and manners. I'm tired of people. I'm tired of boys who irritate me just to irritate me. I'm tired of girls who are uber friendly (they scare me). I'm tired of people who gossip. I'm tired of chit chat (oh...i hate chit chat) I'm tired of not getting enough sleep or to eat because I'm never able to be around when those two things are normally occuring. I'm tired of psychology books that all say the same thing. I'm tired of memorizing.I'm tired of people stealing my costumes (no matter how early i claim it....it was always claimed before me!!! AHHH!!) I'm tired of washing my hair. I'm tired of braces.I'm tired of orthodontist appointments. I'm tired of doing laundry. I'm tired of losing money just washing clothes!! (Thats it!! Give me soap, a basin and an outside clothes hanger). I'm tired of falling asleep in my clothes for the last week solid because i was too tired to change.i'm tired of my contacts stinging so bad and I don't have any money for new ones! GAH! I'm tired of required textbooks that i as well can't afford!! (why is life so expensive! really??) I'm tired of driving. I'm tired of me being stupid and doing too much and now am really tired.
Theres more, but I'm too tired to type it!!
I'M JUST TIRED!!
BUT, i like you....your nice....thanks for being my friend
I'm going to lie down before I die......
Why did I write this????
AHHHHHHH...... | | |
| The above quote was by e.e. cummings....the stupid word limit wouldn't let me properly cite it.....do I really care anywho? Heck no.......
I will not stay up until 3am. I will not stay up until 3am. I will not stay up until 3am. I will not stay up until 3am.....ohh darn! Curses be upon me....
I think I've finally just come to the conclusion that I'm just a big mess and theres nothing I can do about it. I'm implusive and do stupid things, but oh well, thats life. Doesn't justify my actions, but it sure as heck makes me feel better instead of like a squished bug. So psycho, ho bag, drama geek or crazy redhead....I'll always be the same....hopefully. And to quote Rent "Take me baby or leave me"...
p.s. I miss this
I spent Easter sadly without family, alone in my apartment with only month old cheetos and popcorn to eat, half an hour of Scooby Doo before I was ready to kill myself, a mound of homework which I still didn't finish, sewing a costume (which apparently I'm good at now), two itchy holes in my skin from removed moles and unfolded clothes....and I'm STILL awake!! Gah! I'm a wreak...someone hit me and hug me.....Although, I think I win in the "Worst Easter Ever" catorgory...oh wait, I'm not starving, being brutally murdered or attacked, and I have family that are alive........I lose........
Being alone really causes me to think. I think that I hate thinking. (Bah...say that three times fast). I don't want to think about anything, I just want to push it aside and pretend it doesn't exist. I must tell you though, writing these things (aka blogs) has helped me in many ways. It's easy to forget things that are most important in life when your mind is clouded with so much junk. Sometimes I despise Christians who all walk the walk and talk the talk and it was really irritating. But I have to remember even though there are hypocrites, there are also some real people too who are genuine. I'm not so good on that whole trust issue....
I don't understand why I write these things.....but i think I feel safe talking about things in my head......I really shouldn't but I do....and I'm implusive...or so I've diagnosed....
You never answered my question
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