my list.

for some reason, i have gotten into discussions lately with a few people about what qualities i look for in a guy. heres the list.

 

1) legit christian. none of that “yea.. i uh.. love jesus..” nonsense. also someone who loves god more than they love me. preferrably baptist.

2) chivalrous. i feel that its dying [thanks to stoopid feminists].. and should be brought back.

3) honesty. i really dont appreciate lying..

4) considerate. someone who thinks about how their decisions make others feel. not just my feelings, either.

5) faithful. i think its a given.

6) someone who won’t make me feel stoopid for asking weird questions or wanting to do things. like color. or go feed ducks. or make pooding.

7) someone who likes to play ultimate frisbee. i just really like this game.. and it is not a required quality.. but it would be nice.

8) someone taller than me. although i dont feel like this would ever be an issue.

9) someone who can fix things. [or would make an effort to try/learn] i just admire it bcause of my brother and dad.

10) someone who will kill bugs for me. and chase away wasps.

11) someone that notices things about me that other people dont. [because really. which girl doesn't love that?]

12) someone that likes my dear husband  letter :]

13) someone that knows that i dont need expensive things. just thoughtful.

14) someone who likes to do this *insert action here* in text messages. and doesnt think its nerdy..

15) someone who likes walks, picnics, and sand castles. and disney.

 

im sure theres more. but i feel like it is already to the point where barely anyone would fit into all these categories. sorry :]

license.

why i’m almost an 18 year old senior and have yet to get my license.

1. my father is an overly cautious man who wants me to be able to qualify for the role of a driver in the movie fast and furious. until i acquire those skills, no license.

2. my mother is an emotionally attached woman who wants no part of her youngest child driving unsupervised. no matter how old this youngest child may get.

3. my parents are nazis. and i’ll be at my house till im 83. when i’ll die of embarrassment when my parents, [because they will, in fact, still be alive when im 83] have to drive me to the hospital to get a hip replacement because i tried to run away because i didnt have a license to drive away.

 

i can ride a bike. but forget the helmet. im too cool.

side note.

i secretly want to visit the place in the picture on this page.

i have no. idea. where it is.

senioritis

a mythically real disease.

 

ive been diagnosed.

they say ill only survive another semester.

god’s college.

today. i researched different colleges for 18 hours.

 

..give or take…

 

my most recent find is east texas baptist university. its a good ‘un. after looking it up and thinking about how i should start talking things over with god about what college i should actually go to, i got to thinking.

 

-if god went to college, where would he go?

not that he needs college. because he created… well.. everything. but god seems to be one of those people that does what he wants, when he wants. case and point.

i assume that god would not “select” a college. he would merely poof up his own college [in a setting he is the most proud of], so that no college, or university i suppose for technical reasons, would be jealous if God didn’t choose them.

after all. who wouldn’t want G at their education station?

..atheists and cynics aside.

list of things G’s college would contain:

1] king size feather bed heaven inspired dorms. thats what they would be called. KSFBHID for short. KSFBHID 2, 3, etc. for multiple dorms. gender specified, of course. no nookie nookie for the teenies.

2] cafeteria food created by angels. the most popular dish? angel food cake. for obvious reasons. and cheesecake too… im assuming this is god’s favorite because.. its mine. and we share a lot of the same tastes.

3] lets be honest. god is NOT a slacker. look at all the things he did in six days. procrastination is not his forte. therefore. legit classes and teachers. given the teachers are the eleven disciples, of course. [one disciple has been appointed the position of school nurse. since he shall have healing powers*]

4] weather request board. for all G’s fellow college attendees, you may input a request for specified weather. perhaps ice and hail on the day of a final exam. keep in mind that all requests go through the G and teachers. so.. fat chance on skipping the 38 page essay you have due friday on the neurotransits of the brain and how they control hiccups.

5] spectacular parking. one shall never have a parking spot other than the very best, located right next to the sidewalk. elevators located inside.

6] bean. bag. desks.

7] rest day. due to the seventh day creation schpiel, this is the seventh rule.

8] tuition? ha ha.

9] every sport imaginable. football? yes. tennis? yes. curling? yes. croquet? yes. The License Plate Game? yes.

10] birthday celebrations. G is probably pretty big on this. For him, this is “celebrate the day i created every molecule and atom that you are made of. pwn.” even if you’re turning a non important number like.. 22. dont worry. it will be incredible.

 

God has all the ins and outs taken care of. Like the name of the college. which i just happened to realize i left out.

G’s University of Spectacularism and Other Fun Things to do Whilst Obtaining Thou’s Education.

[G is part shakespearean]

 

-jenni.

 

 

 

*this reminded me of harry potter.

duties.

i feel obligated to blog.

today i turned in an application at blockbuster.

 

…right after the two people working unclogged the women’s restroom toilet.

 

OH. hold up. reverse.

last night i went to shockwave. and left my can of green beans in the car that i meant to bring to donate. we have a goal of 1100 cans.. we have about… 12. my youth group is ambitious. what can i say?

 

daniel [my brother. for all you non-knowing-of-the-thomasson-family readers] is coming home tomorrow.

thus, i am excited. my dad is also coming home froooooom… arka frickin sas. or arkansas if you like to be politically correct. my mother and i’s week and a half long reign will soon come to an end.

meanwhile, my mother went to walmart last night and bought “girl food.” we have fruit. i have come to realize that we have very different definitions of girl food.

she didnt even get ice cream.

i also applied to baylor and UMHB on tuesday. im thinking of applying elsewhere but feel that my knowledge of texas schools is limited. as far as im concerned, theres only like 10 in texas.

goal for the week: discover more colleges.

goal met: TCU information gathered. conclusion: its an expensive party school.

too bad. maybe ill apply to oxford in england. i hear i only need to be valedictorian and the owner of a perfect score on the SAT.

and not be american. that shouldn’t be too hard.

 

 

…later..

 

jenni.

locked bathrooms.

today. i went shopping. with my mom. we went to eat lunch first and then went to wolf ranch. first we went to bath and body works. [i got black raspberry vanilla. in case you were wondering. delicious]

then we went to rue 21.  the source of my irritation and influence for posting my first blog. [you're welcome, philip]

side note: i prefer brackets to parentheses. [just so there's no confusion. perhaps if im editing a quote, i might use parentheses to spice it up. like chili's. only better]

backtracking for clarification: at lunch, i drank a lot of dr pepper.

at rue 21, we walked in. i walked to the back of the store, focused on having to use the bathroom. the door was locked. i vaguely remember this happening one other time because you need a stoopid key to use the restroom there. kind of like at blockbuster. you know what im talking about.

so. i went to a sales lady girl that was putting clothes on a rack and asked if i needed a key to use the restroom.

quote sales lady girl: “They’re closed right now.”

quote me: “…oh.”

side quote [from me]: “…i hate you.”

 

thirty minutes later. after buying a scarf and deciding there was nothing else i was interested in, my female parental unit and i walked out of the store. into kohls.

in case you’ve never before used a kohl’s restroom, they are located in canada. unlike target, where the restrooms are conveniently located right when you enter the store, kohls restrooms are only available to the determined cross country-ers.

being a former cross countrian, and the owner of a very uncomfortable bladder, i walked the eighteen miles to the bathroom. after stopping for directions at another [nicer] sales lady girl.

 

after which i felt better and was in a good mood. and got a dress.

 

relieved,

jenni.