Money Saving Tip for 2012: Keep Wearing those Torn Jeans

Posted on by Jennifer Heller

Awhile ago I posted about my painful life lesson: skinny jeans rip.  I was in love with my skinny jeans — wearing them all the time — and then RIIIP boom they had a big old hole in the crotch.

Well since then I must have lost three more pairs of jeans — skinny or otherwise — to holes in the crotch or butt.  They’ve been accumulating in a pile waiting to be taken to the tailor so that I might get them repaired and wear them again.

I’m fairly slow at accomplishing that sort of non-essential life task.  Thankfully in the interim I discovered the solution: wear bike shorts underneath!

No matter how you look at it, I’m saving money.  I’m not buying new jeans, and I’m not paying a tailor. And, you know, the number of people inspecting my crotch for holes is probably pretty small, so I figure I’m fooling the majority of the people.  Continue Reading

If he knows me enough to insult me, he must know my name.

Originally Written on January 3, 1994
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School was hell.  After french Emily told me some news that I rather she hadn’t.  She said he said that he knew that I (the girl in the pink sweatshirt) liked him.  When Em asked him how he came to that conclusion, he said it was because I asked him to dance.  I feel like crying – but the tears won’t come.  How can he know?  He keeps referring to me as though he doesn’t know who I am.  Yet, nothing fits.  It’s all just an impossible jigsaw puzzle.  He knows who I am, I know that.  I was in his block class last year.  I don’t think it’s possible for him to think I am a different person than I was.  My name is on my PE clothes and I’m in French.  Last (we were in school) Friday or so he said that my hair was going gray.  If he knows me enough to insult me, he must know my name.  Last year he stole my inhaler and paid 5$ for the pigpen  he broke.  I’m so confused.  There’s no one I can talk to about this except Emily and I feel uncomfortable calling her.  I’m so confused.   One things for sure – I don’t want to talk about him- hear about him or talk to him until I have reached some conclusion about this whole mess. Continue Reading

A perfect day – but not a perfect ending. I feel like I’m about to cry.

Originally Written on January 1, 1994
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A perfect day – but not a perfect ending. I feel like I’m about to cry. For no particular reason. I was listening to Kenny G. and a wave of saddness came over me. I have no idea why. Suddenly I really wanted to go back to school and see all those people I adore. I miss them all. But on Mon. I won’t see the most familiary friendly face of all. Becky will be in Tecas completing another day of hell – I won’t be seeing her anytime soon. I miss her sooo much. For some reason tonight brought back some feelings. Not very good ones. I don’t know what they’re from, but if anything happened right now – I would break out crying. It might happen anyway.

Today I went to Tower Records and got “music Box” – Mariah Carey, “janet” Janet Jackson, the soundtrack for The Bodyguard – Whitney Houston & “Breathless” – Kenny G. I spent $30! Now I’m borke and I didn’t get half the stuff I wanted! Continue Reading

Lost Girl

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I really should know better but I lost my chance to ask out this girl I met at a Jonathan Richman show.

She’s got cute glasses and wears hats.

Her name’s Maya.

Hopefully by some miracle she’ll see this.

I was too tongue-tied to say anything intelligent at the time, so I’d like to try again. My name’s Noah.  Youre.the.girl.from.the.show@gmail.com

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For Xmas I got iceskates! and a walkman! and a few singles & the soundtrack to Free Willy.

Originally Written on January 1, 1994
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Happy New Year!

I wanted to have a party but Emily came over and I couldn’t have had more fun.  Except maybe w/ Becky & Emily! I (we) called Becky at 11, thinking it might be midnight there!  It was 1!  I got to remember that Texas is a 2 hour difference.

All vacation I have been thinking about Mike.  I can still see him walking up to Mrs. Capitani’s desk with his Sharks non-parka on – he was SO CUTE.  Just like a big teddy bear! Except he’s not overstuffed!

I can’t even remember what song we kinda danced to – if you can count what we did as dancing.  I think it was UB40 – Can’t Help Falling in Love – but I guess I’ll never know.

For Xmas I got iceskates!  and a walkman! and a few singles & the soundtrack to Free Willy.

That about wraps it up.  I’m not excactly dissapointed but in my stocking I got peanuts! Jeezz!  Santa didn’t come, either.  I don’t really mind – I love what I got! Continue Reading

Grandma is coming in the morning. With her comes trouble.

Originally Written on December 20, 1993
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Grandma is coming in the morning. With her comes trouble. Mom and Grandma don’t exactly get along–it has something to do with her childhood. Grandma will be bringing gifts from Aunt Linda and hers. The tree is filled with presents–but only one for me! It’s from Ellen! Sara hasn’t “gotten” my present yet–I think she’s “getting”‘ me $.

I hate vacation–sure I get to sleep in and do whatever I feel like, but I don’t see my friends or dubleve cinq! Last time I saw d.c., he said I looked like an old lady–my roots white. Nikki defended me–we’re becoming good friends! (boring entry?)
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I wish I was a different person

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Someone who likes getting up early. (And also one that wasn’t such an OCD crazy person when it comes to living with people. That one sucks. But it must be noted, also keeps a very tidy and wonderful house 🙂 )

This morning I intended to get up at the same time as my boyfriend (6 a.m.!). I’ve always wished that I enjoyed the mornings…but I don’t. I’ve toyed with the idea that in 2012 I will get up at 6 a.m. every day.

Get up, do some yoga, read a book and head to work by 8am. If I were to get up at 6 every morning, then t hose 7 a.m. meetings I might have won’t be such a horrible shock to the system.

But 6 a.m.! It’s still dark! You can’t even tell what the weather is going to be like. Today I looked out at 6 a.m. when I was up making my boyfriend a heart-shaped egg in a pan I got him for Christmas, and I wondered, will it rain? Will it be sunny? Will it be cold or temperate? I don’t even know!!

How is a person supposed to get dressed with such a scarcity of information?! How is one supposed to enjoy the mornings when there’s no sunshine and that bed is so damn warm and a cat so fluffy to cuddle??

Really, I need to know. I want to enjoy mornings in 2012! Continue Reading