September 15th, 2002


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I am going to clean my apartment today.
No, really, I am.
Not like the other times where I got distracted and did something else. Or took a nap. Or sat... down... at my computer....
... damn.
Okay, I will rephrase that, I am going to make an effort to clean my apartment today.
This includes organization of loads of crap that I usually just allow to accumulate on the counter - however, I fear stuff at the bottom has evolved into a higher life-form and will attempt to lead the other items in a glorious revolution to overthrow my (admittedly, rather disorganized) regime. They must be stopped. That, and I'm pretty sure they're feeding off things I leave too close to the counter. I think they ate a pair of my pants...
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Just remembered this...

I am so, so mean.
Well, at UTSA, there are some parking issues at the moment, as at least one lot is out of commission due to construction and will remain so through this semester. So it's pretty competitive. Add to this the sheer number of people living in the Oaks Phase 1 (where I live) who are too lazy to walk (it's sad, really... I see them leave their apartments, then I see them scouting for parking spots. They show no signs of discomfort while walking to their cars, so I am assuming they have legs that are perfectly capable of carryign them) and you get a lot of people - particularly in the afternoons since no one wanted to sign up for morning classes - trying to get to not as many parking spots.
So after classes let out, usually around the hourly mark, you get what I term 'vultures'. They circle the parking lot, scavanging for people walking to cars, and follow them in order to get their spot rather than park further away.
Now, I walk. However - I walk through several parking lots no matter which route I take. And I do not like being followed.
So, I play with the vultures.
I purposely weave in and out of the parking rows, between cars, watching them circle in frustration as I pretend not to know they're there. I wander up and down the aisles of parked vehicles as they tail not-so-subtley, hoping I stop and get inside one of the bloody things so they can stop chasing me. I've had some poor fellow follow me right up to the gates of the apartments before he figured out he was wasting his time. If he'd been paying attention to cars pulling out instead of people walking around, he might have noticed that half the lot was emptying. Silly.
What really confuses me is that they only follow me in the second and third lots.. the ones that are maybe 20 yards away from the back one, where parking spaces are available. I've never been followed when I'm actually close to a building. Apparently it is crucial to these folk that they not walk those extra 20 yeards. Because it will kill them. Or something.
I'm so mean.
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I am Jennimandias, Queen of Tangents. Look upon my ramblings, ye mighty, and despair!

I went through all my old bookmarks of Elfwood artists whose work I adored, found the ones with LiveJournals (Elfwood provides an optional link to your LJ), and investigated. Added many. Including some people I'd lost touch with, and some who are just plain awesome.
My 'friends' list is huge, and missing a day or two can sometimes result in a backlog of over 600 entries, but I don't mind. I've found artists to be among the most creative, intelligent people, and their LJs are usually very interesting.
That, and sometimes they post pretty pictures. I'm an art junkie. Hee.

I do, in fact, read my friends list entries. All of them (sometimes I will miss one on accident, but not too often, given the amount of time I spend on the computer). I may not always comment, but I do read. The lack of commenting thing is mostly that I never, ever know what to say. It's one of the main reasons I can be very quiet in public - Everything I think of just sounds so stupid that it's not worth saying. It's why I'm not comfortable handling most socialization. It's why I dont' comment on a lot of artwork I like, sadly. Everyone else has already said what I wanted to say - this or that is lovely, I like the way you did whatever. And so I remain quiet. I sometimes wish I wouldn't. I used to hide behind a book or a sketchbook, but my usual method these days is to just stare. It's astounding how easy it is to prevent someone from initiating conversations by looking them directly in the eye for more than a second. (looking them in the eye, glancing away, then looking back is a flirting mechanism - it invites conversation. Direct and steady eye contact is confrontational and leads to a mini stare-down. The victor is seen as dominant, not easily shaken, and therefore unapproachable. At least in my experience) Nicole tells me that my 'blank face' also resembles a glare. I'm not sure if this is true, since it's been a while since I really glared at someone and I don't think I've ever seen a picture of it, but I will take her word for it. I can, however, be very expressive (Michael agreed that I am the expression queen.), and I assume that's where the fact that it's generally agreed my artwork shows emotion comes from - people's work tends to reflect their own behaviors. Turn on my webcam, for example, and we'll have another Many Faces of Jenni incident. Tish got screencaps of a few of those, I'm sure. It's like, but... Jenni. *cough* yeah.
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Someday I will get a paid account. And when that glorious day comes, I will go on an icon-making spree. And the masses shall cower in fear.
Or something. *cough*

What do you think of requesting permission to add someone to your friends list?
I generally add someone if I want to keep up with their journal - usually because I find them interesting based on their comments, entries (if it's not a friends-only journal), actual conversations I've had with them, or the content of their websites, if they have one. I don't only add people who I would trust with my deepest secrets - if I felt like sharing those, there are friends groups for that. I rarely make friends-only entries, and so my friends list is less "I would trust you with my life" than it is "I think you're an interesting person and I care about what you have to say".
Every now and then I've had people ask me if they can add me to their contact list on AIM (not often, but it happens). I'm a bit surprised by this. I figured, if they wanted to talk to me, they would. If they annoyed me, I'd tell them so. If they persisted, I'd block them or switch over to another screenname. The same principles apply on LJ; you can prevent a particular person from commenting on your journal, you can exclude them from your friends list or groups, etc. If someone is trolling and being abusive, you can complain and their journal can be suspended. I've got no problem with people adding me as a friend on LiveJournal without asking permission - if they want to keep up with my ramblings, they are free to do so. This is a public journal, and in my mind they have every right to read it. If I didn't want someone reading it, I'd make the journal friends-only. If I add a person whose journal is friends-only, that's often my way of tapping them on the shoulder and saying "hey, you're interesting". If they choose to add me, they can. If not, I will eventually realize it and remove them from my friends list (I often don't pay attention).

And now that I've rambled more, I'm going to go vaccuum and the like. Methinks she doth talk too much...
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