There have been a number of news items lately that I have wanted to say something about, but until today, never really thought my opinions had any value because hey, what do I know? I think you'll find my opinions inciteful and downright humorous. So, today's journal entry will be known as Jen comments on the news
or.... What the Hell is wrong with you people?!

First off, I want to say something about the "big announcement" made today by a so-called "scientific group". For a while now, the idea of cloning a human being has been widely debated. Should we? Shouldn't we? If we do, does this mean I can finally fulfill my dreams of creating a whole "Jen Army" and take over the world? But anyway, this is something I've been following for a long time now. Last night, I hear the news that TODAY an answer to the question "Can we clone a human" would be announced today! So, this morning I wake up and head into the dining room to read about this "Announcement" an ask my mom "What does the paper say about cloning?". She looks at me and says "They have a cloned alien." WHAT? A cloned alien? I thought she was kidding me. I actually said to my mom "No really, what does the paper say about the cloning announcement?" and she just repeats "They have a cloned alien." I had to see the paper for myself. Finally, I find the story, and my hopes of today being a big day in the scientific community are dashed. A cult, the Raelians, who are known for claiming humans are clones of aliens, have announced that a woman has just given birth to her clone.

*Collective Groan*

Morons.

Good Day for Jen

Today is my friend Patrick's 22nd birthday, so I went to a party for him where other friends of ours got me to drink a mudslide. Now, to begin with, I'm not a big drinker. I have a natural intoleration of alcohol, which I find is very good because I'l never get to the point where I'm totally wasted. Also, alcohol really intensifies the effects of my medication, so I nearly fell asleep on Pat's dinner table while we were playing a board game, and this was after only one mudslide and I had been eating steadily throughout the evening. Eventually I "woke up" enough to feel like I wasn't slipping off the dinner table, but I think everyone else thought I was a big faker. And I made sure I was "sober" enough to drive home. Can you believe that? Virgin drinks and sodas are it for me for now I think. But anyway, we had a nice night, and Pat really liked the George Foreman grill I gave him. When I saw it, I knew I had to get it for him because whenever I think of big slabs of grilled meat, I lovingly think of Pat :cP .

The rest of my day was pretty good. I'm almost done with my Christmas shopping (I know, I'm a big slacker, but I had a good reason which is....um....well it's...okay, I'm just lazy). The day was sunny, which matched my mood, so I felt good all around. Plus, I have more people reading my journal now, which is kind of fun. I feel like a newspaper journalist that has a following. But on with more stuff. Right now I feel really positive about my potential love life. Even though I'm not as popular as a model (or someone that looks like one), there are a few guys who I talk to on occasion that might at some point ask me out. I'm open to being asked out, just as long as they know that I'm not skinny. Actually, when I think about it, it's kind of good to not be skinny. That way, the people you attract are attracted to you for the real you, not a dress size or perfect skin. Now, I'm not going to lie and say that I'm never tempted by looks, because I am, but I like more natural looking people. I like the men without perfect bodies, who just have a great smile and smell nice. Men with a brain in their head that can keep up with me and understand me for the imperfect chick I am (because I am not perfect, but I'm sure a lot closer nowadays).

Everyday gets better and better....

Well, my psychiatrist has put me on a new drug used as a mood stabilizer for (ulp!) bi-polar disorder! So, I guess we all know what this means. All these years it wasn't depression. Well, maybe at the beginning it was depression, but apparently it's become bi-polar disorder. Well, at least we've figured out what the bloody hell is wrong with me. I feel a lot happier, so that's good :)

But anyway, let's talk about what's new with me. Tigger the cat, my new sweetie, is doing very well. He and I live in the garage still, and I don't second-guess a single day. Tigger is a "Maine Coon" cat, but an absolute sweetie. Sure, sometimes he bites, but much less than he used to. Plus, when he rolls over on his belly, he's just so fluffy and cute that I can't not love him. Spunky (my other cat) has still been getting as much love as I can possibly give him. He's a little, skinny gray cat I raised from a teeny tiny baby. Spunky's a short-haired alley cat type.

I miss kissing...

Not to feel sorry for myself or anything, but I miss kissing. It's been a while since I dated anyone who could actually kiss well. To me, a whole relationship can be based on the feeling you get when someone kisses you. A wet, slimy, spit-filled slobber-kiss is no good. I think perhaps I should live my life in an old black and white movie where the women are all naturally beautiful and the men are the strong romantic types. I am sad to say that I have yet to meet anyone that thinks remotely like me, except of course my philosophy teacher, who is about 18 years my senior, and probably, I'd be forced to kill him eventually because he'd nag me for watching TV.

I like TV. I enjoy rotting my brain. Actually, I usually only watch the educational channels, but still! TV is my friend.

But anyway. When am I going to find a guy who is:

*Taller than me

*Has religious views like mine, and who might know enough about Buddhism to teach me something

*Can say absolutely bizarre things in foreign languages

*Brings me some damn flowers. *grumbles* What the hell is wrong with the people I date? Why do I always end up with the half-retards with odor problems? And yes, the last three boyfriends have ALL had this problem! I ask for flowers, but I don't get them. I say "I like daffodils" (you know, the yellow weedy flowers that grow on your lawn). But never, no, never do I ever get a single flower. I cherish personalized, cheap, creative gifts. I most likely will never be the type of woman who asks for jewelry beyond a ring when I become engaged/married, and it will certainly *not* be the "normal" type of ring either. (WARNING: Jen is ranting!)

But, come on guys, get with it. Must I beat you in the head? Because I have the tools to do it, but I really don't wish for a lawsuit at this point in my life. Anyway, I'm still waiting for a half-decent person to come into my life and completely destroy my ever-proving thoughts that guys haven't a clue. Take my challenge. Are you between the ages of 21 and up (I'll cut off the age limit somewhere at 28 or above, but it all really depends on the person)? Are you 5'10 or above? Can you impress me with useless knowledge I'll enjoy? Do you like to travel? Can you cook a mean pasta? Email me! Writerchick@hotmail.com.Or, if you're not the right type, tell a friend who is! Prove to me that you guys aren't all bad.

Finally continuing with what I promised

Jessie and one of the lawyers she worked for, Ben Johnson, always flirted with each other, but never dated. In a lot of ways, Ben and Jessie were very much alike. Tall and athletic, Ben reveled in his good looks almost as much as Jessie. He also was pretty cocky for a man who was often in charge of defending people in serious danger of prison. He never took his job too seriously, feeling that even though his name wasn't on the letterhead, he was still the best lawyer in the entire firm.

Jessie was completely smitten with Ben, feeling in her heart that her days of endless boyfriends were over. Everyday she saw him walk in the firm's doors in the morning, rushing into meetings which he seemed perpetually late to. He always gave her a quick smile and a wink, which caused her heart to jump everytime. One day, Ben asked Jessie out. She tried to play coy, but secretly was extremely excited that Ben felt the same way she did. Or so she thought.