Blasphemy! Blasphe-you! Blasphe-everybody in the room!

I know that George Orwell and Orson Welles are two different people, but I have no idea where exactly the distinction lies.

I also have trouble finding the difference between Angela Lansbury and Agatha Christie.

According to this map, depicting amounts of UFO sightings per area, the less there is to do, the more aliens people see.

Interesting commentary.

Jillian --

[adjective]: Heretical

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Seriously, I miss my own room.

I need some me time.

A couple beefs I've been sitting on that I need to get off my chest.

TV needs to stop fucking up music for me. I hear a song somewhere, I check it out and get into the band. Then, six months to a year go by, and the song is fucking everywhere. And from then on, whatever memory or emotion that I had attached to that song slowly fades away until it's just another song on the radio. First, it was Snow Patrol, then the Plain What T's, and now Rooney. This is bullshit.

I don't care how dramatic the story you made up and set to footage of Meerkats, unless they break into a colorful song and dance sequence on a regular basis and are all voiced by Nathan Lane, I'm not interested. Sorry, Animal Planet.

I'm going to take some crap from this, but I can't hold it in any longer.

Motherfuck the Red Sox.

Usually, they're a mediocre team at best and baseball is undeniably boring anyway. I'm sick of this "Red Sox Nation" bullshit, I don't live anywhere near Boston. Just because every other city with major league sports teams are even further away doesn't mean I have to cheer for Boston's crappy athletics.

There. I said it.

I have a new roommate!
She's better than the old one.
I quit my job a week from Friday.
Things are looking up.

I've been up since 7:30AM. I'm fucking exhausted and I really don't care.

I'm so ready for school.

Are you smarter than a monkey?
	YES! You scored 100%, which means that you're 62% smarter than a monkey!
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You fit in with: Humanism 10% spiritual. 70% reason-oriented.
	Your ideals mostly resemble that of a Humanist. Although you do not have a lot of faith, you are devoted to making this world better, in the short time that you have to live.
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Out of the blue, I realized it was six months ago today (the 29th) was the last time I spoke amicably with one of the closest friends I ever had. Or so I thought. Perhaps I should buy a cake.

Now she pretends we never met when we run into one another. Mature.

Well, I have news for her:

I don't miss you, either.


In better news,

My job is going well. It's kind of annoying, but I get the perfect amount of hours and I can hang out with Abbey on my breaks. I just wish the schedule for the following week was put up before Friday.

I'm almost through with scholarship bullshit! Not that I worked that hard on it to begin with. But it's nice to have one less thing to think about.

My creative writing class has helped me grow as a writer, especially grammatically, but I really wish I didn't take it my last semester of my senior year. Because I'm so fucked.

Why are people so interested in how I'm wearing my hair for prom? Who the fuck will be looking at my hair? And I'm not sure how comfortable I really am with sitting with my prom date's conservative, Bible-beating buddies at the dinner portion of the evening. Not that I had a better idea. Then again, it's bad manners to discuss politic and religion in mixed company. Not that I'm new to being the only liberal in a group of my peers. I hate Aroostook County.

That ought to do it for now.

So yeah, I'm employed now. I work in the produce section of Graves' Shop and Save.

I have to be at work at seven tomorrow morning. Then stay there until five.

If I have to watch any more training videos about vegetables I'm going to go stark raving mad.

But whatever, it's only until the end of the summer. And I am getting paid, not all bad.

This just in:

This song is one catchy bastard.

Carry on.

Valentine's Day Advice From QuizGalaxy to Jillian
	"Try not to fall in love with a lamp"
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Where will you be stabbed?
	BY WHO? Tony Danza WHY? You killed their pet fish
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Today is Grounghog's day + Today is my dad's birthday = My dad is a groundhog.

A series of severe tornadoes rip through Florida = God hates the elderly.

Seriously, I don't think I could be much happier with the direction my life is going.

This sentiment mostly comes from the fact that I have my license now. I tend to get a little over-jazzed about things just to be a little let down when something doesn't pan out the way I imagined, but there is nothing overrated about having my license.

The whole me getting my own car for school and some sort of work I'm in the process of acquiring is in the works. By the looks of things I'll have my own set of wheels in a timely fashion. Couldn't be happier about that.

I went on my first jaunt about town solo today. It wasn't very eventful, but everything I wanted it to be. I should probably learn how to park, because I'm pretty terrible at that. It doesn't even bother me that I'm going to be a gofer for my mom until I got to school next year. Bring on the inane tasks.

Midterms ended today, which means Public Speaking has officially concluded. Honestly, I couldn't be happier about that. The class itself really didn't bother me that much, but the fact that nothing I did was good enough for the teacher was endlessly frustrating. I don't see how my proficiency in English has anything to do with how well I am at speaking in front of people, but whatever. It's over, I'm not going to get the grade I deserve, but it's over. I get to take Creative Writing in it's place. Something I'm actually good at. Something I like. Something I don't mind being graded harshly on. And I know I will be, I have the same teacher. So much for taking fluffy classes this year.

I'm so blindly happy, I'm getting on my own nerves. Yay.

You have the best social skills. You love meeting new people and get along with practically anybody. You have tons of friends and are constantly making more. You rule. Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

Now for the In My Pants game. Ripped off most currently from notquiteemo

Set your media player of choice on random, type out the first twenty song titles and append 'in my pants' to each one.

Better Luck Next Time in my pants
Living Life in my pants
Put Your Records On in my pants
Hello Mary Lou in my pants
Panic in my pants
Title and Registration in my pants
Johnny B. Good in my pants
One More Time in my pants
Moonlight Sonata in my pants
Hey There Delilah in my pants
Shiver in my pants
Total Eclipse of the Heart in my pants
Detachable Penis in my pants
Watch the World Die in my pants
Jerk It Out in my pants
Particle Man in my pants
In the Summer Time in my pants
Never Gonna Stop in my pants
Mellow Yellow in my pants (ew...)
The Good That Won't Come Out in my pants

Wow, that was surprisingly dirty...

I've come to the conclusion that I will never get my Public Speaking speech done as long as I have access to the Internet.

And I'll never get a good grade on it because my teacher expects more from me that I can give her.

I'm so fucked.

Today (Jan. 24) was clearly Jill Hartley day.

I don't have to make up my English midterm.

I got to leave school at noon.

Oh, and did I mention...

I got my driver's license!!!

Today was a good day.

I found this today:





Thoughts?

Quick birthday shout-out to my dear pal Mr. Tommy de Yampert. Uh, happy birthday, Tommy.






And by the way...

     Dear people who constantly and almost exclusively post journal entries consisting only of quotes or lyrics,

     Stop it, it's stupid.
    
     Love, Jill.