tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74723062011-04-21T14:50:49.019-05:00Where the sometimes suspiciously humorous turns into gut-busting comedyJillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comBlogger901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1140908823408108982006-02-25T17:02:00.000-06:002006-02-25T17:30:52.476-06:00

A few months late but never too late, if you know what I mean. :-)To my loyal readers: It has been a privilege writing to all of you, laughing with you and sharing my own experiences as a freshman in college. Although I do have quite a few funny memories to share, I know there is not enough to keep a blog going.I just simply do not have the time to keep on writing in this blog.I do keep up,

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So today I got so bored at work I started surfing random forums, looking at people's signatures. Most of them were really funny, so for a post I decided to put a few of them on here. :-)C:\DOSC:\DOS\RUNRUN\DOS\RUN"If Bill Gates had a nickel for every time Windows had an error - he'd be a billionai...oh -- nevermind."How to Mess With People in a Computer Lab:Log on, wait a sec, then get a

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If you are driving behind someone, and you feel that they are driving too slow, it is common practice to signal into the left lane and 'pass' this slow person at a rate of higher speed than the 'slow person' is driving.It is not common practice, however, to signal into the left lane, and precede to drive in the left lane right beside the 'slow person', get the attention of the person you are

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1123435923712194862005-08-07T20:57:00.000-05:002005-08-07T22:25:44.143-05:00

"You ever take a shit so bad your pants fit better? [Laughter] Well, I'm hoping that will happen to me later on this evening..." - Ron White (Blue Collar Comedy Tour, DVD)I thought I would go ahead and start off this entry with a quote because it is really funny and it is one of my most favorite movies of all time. :-)Now don't get me wrong, this vacation was nothing short of extremely fun.

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1121801856097068502005-07-19T14:11:00.000-05:002005-07-19T14:56:52.480-05:00

Unfortunately, my fellow bloggiteers, I shall be leaving for vacation soon, so I fear that this will be the last post before I depart (for two weeks - never fear I shall return!)Okay, enough of that talk.This story takes place at the local Krogers (a grocery store):So this week we are leaving for vacation, right? For those who have known me for more than 5 seconds know that most of my 'real life

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1120766827460969182005-07-12T10:17:00.000-05:002005-07-12T10:21:21.890-05:00

Remember a few days ago, when I had to go turn on someone's monitor just to 'fix' it? Here, let me refresh your memory...Save the MailroomRead that, and then read what I feel everyone should have to fill out before they come to us (the Tech Team) to fix their computer 'problems'. Heh. Heh. :-)-------------------------------------------------------------Describe your problem: ____________________

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These past few days have been nothing short of torture for me, really.I've had to restrain myself from killing my brother over small things like setting my fork in the wrong place, pouring me juice instead of water for dinner, all because of what?!Because I'm having withdrawals from the Internet.Seriously.What else could explain these random mood-swings, angrily thrashing at my brother whenever

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So I went to the local Wal-Mart the other day to look for sheets for the upcoming year. I noticed that the last time I had to buy sheets, there was only a few aisles and colors to choose from.This day, however, Wal-Mart seemed to have expanded. They now house about 4 aisles worth of 'bedding', with several thousand colors and 'thread count'.So, I'm standing in an aisle, looking at a

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Today people keep telling me I have the attention span of a chi

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So not only do we do regular checks to fix printers, but we also get random phone calls from the 'Temporary Mail Room' to fix THEIR printers and computers as well."Boy they are a bunch of special people out there,” Chris said one day with a roll of his eyes.So today, I received a phone call from that 'special mail room', and this is how it went:"Residential Computing this is Jillian...""Please

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Now I bet you all are thinking,"What?! Another blog?!"You would think that two blogs would be enough.Well, I've created a third blog, my fellow readers, and this time, I need some help.Do you have some free time on your hands this summer? Do you have a few extra minutes to spare? Are you afraid of creating your own blog? Well look no further, my friends!The blog I have created is called "Review

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1117142432542685152005-05-27T13:53:00.000-05:002005-05-27T14:05:44.320-05:00

Oh man, I just couldn't leave this one down -- Considering it happened fairly early this morning, it is possible that this particular person wasn't in their right-of-mind. None the less...Side-Note: I'm back! So please stop harrassing me to post ;-)* * *So today I was fixing an elderly woman's computer, and this guy I work with, Chris, came with me."Hello, ma'am, we're here to fix your computer

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Something.Sorry I haven't had time to post lately, and I've had less E-Mails because of it!I know it's the summer and everyone is busy with jobs and just the summertime transition, and this includes myself!Still in the transition of living at home, and let's leave it at that. :-)I'll be blogging soon, but for now I'm letting Boredom on a Stick (BOAS) go for a bit. Hope you all understand! :-)

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Okay, so Deb has asked me (ever so nicely) to post a Turd Poem......Yeah. ;-)I guess my post about playing with people's minds in the library will have to wait until the weekend. :-)Enjoy!Turd in a Punchbowl.I hate you.Turd in a Punchbowl.Get out, foo'!Annnddd that's a wrap!Oh and I guess I'm supposed to 'Tag' people with this?Well, I tag Dan over at The Exciting Life of Dan, JP over at

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I know that some of you may immediately read this thinking:"Oh my GOD you did not SERIOUSLY pee in a urinal, did you?!"Well, Let me explain.I was in the girls bathroom the other day on our floor, and I overheard this conversation while in there:I walked into the women's bathroom."Hey Jessi,” A girl from my floor, named Michelle, says to another girl on my floor."Oh, hey Michelle,” Jessi says,

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Apparently, everyone else is doing it, so join the club!My phone number is...HELL NO I'M NOT GIVING IT TO YOU SO DON'T EVEN E-MAIL ME YOU PSYCHO!Just kidding. :-)So, I got out of the shower the other day, right? Perfectly normal practice, but as I was sitting at my computer, the phone rang no less than four times.Argh.Ring, Ring. ;-)"Hello?" I say the natural phrase."Yeah hi, is Bob there?" A

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1113774762166202982005-04-24T20:40:00.000-05:002005-04-24T20:40:57.070-05:00

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a terribly mean person. Just don't upset me. :-)I personally believe in Karma. You know, when someone does something really mean to you, that God will punish him or her and do something mean back.I also feel that, at times, one has to 'help' Karma along. :-)Either way, my story begins in the laundry room:Normally, when one does laundry, one has to go to the

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1113940488259140072005-04-19T14:30:00.000-05:002005-04-19T14:58:05.116-05:00

So, I thought that, since the cashiering and dealing with the public part of my life is almost officially over, I thought I would post a little something about the do's and don'ts to a cashier.Tips for the Consumer (From a Former Cashier):As a consumer, you should remember that a cashier is not perfect. We make mistakes, and therefore you should always be forgiving and kindly to a cashier.

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Beep.Beep.Beep.BEEP.BEEP.BEEP!!I sit straight up in my bed, climb to the end of it, and slam my fist on top of my alarm, the beeping sound slowly fading from my mind.At that exact moment, my roommate gets up, and also turns off her alarm.But, it's not going off."Danielle...?" I say cautiously, remembering that she must have gotten in late last night because I went to bed late myself and I didn't

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1112933389974753262005-04-10T22:24:00.000-05:002005-04-10T22:29:03.870-05:00

Bloggy, being the first EVER automated Blogger-ROBOT, is also --"Cute and Fuzzy!" ...as he reminds us everyday via his blog. In Bloggy's first-ever post, not only does he mention right away that he is cuddly, but he also fails to give us all the meaning of life.I feel that a reprimand for this transgression is in order here.In one of his posts a few days ago, the title of Bloggy's post was plain:

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Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...How can I put this without offending anyone?You. Are. A. Dumbass.But not just any regular dumbass, I can assure you. You are the Prime of Dumbasses. The King of Idiots. The Almighty of Morons. The Great...oh you get the picture.While I was walking innocently through the quad, you are on a bicycle. Now, if my legs were made out of wheels then I would have been on a bicycle

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It's my turn next, and I'm nervous as hell.I get up slowly from my seat near the front row in my Speech 110 class (Communications), and stride to the front of the classroom slowly, planning my every move. Pretending I know Zen, I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm every nerve in my body that feels as if they are about to explode. My notecards are shaking in my hand, but I know that today is

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1110245247116724492005-03-28T12:50:00.000-06:002005-03-28T12:59:05.110-06:00

"So, have you done anything fun on the elevator lately?""Are you kidding me? It's an elevator, Jillian!" "Well have you ever THOUGHT of anything fun to do on an elevator, Jenna?""Um...no not really - What are some things that you have in that creative little mind of yours?" Jenna says, rolling her eyes."Someone was telling me the other day that they were going to put a desk in the elevator, and

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1106464167359401012005-03-22T23:34:00.000-06:002005-03-22T23:34:10.306-06:00

Yeah, you heard me alright.Wish me a Happy Birthday, please. :-)If you don't then I will sue your ass - don't think I won't! ;-)Also, the only way you will survive this day ALIVE is if you each give me 1,000 dollars in small, unmarked bills.I'm not kidding.Happy Birthday to Me! :-)

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Today I was just thinking about celebrating finals by getting naked or something, and then I started laughing.Then I thought I would share this with my roommate, so I told her that I was going to celebrate the end of mid-terms by getting naked and sitting in front of my computer for an entire day.So I would like to leave you with that image of me sitting in front of my computer butt-ass naked,

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1110128863798210012005-03-12T11:28:00.000-06:002005-03-12T11:28:52.933-06:00

Bill GatesI have infected the world with Microsoft; what else?George W. BushI am not rich. I am an average American, just like yourself there.Tony BlairI agree with you, Mr. President.Donald TrumpAre you accusing my casinos of being rigged?!YOU'RE FIRED!!!Bill ClintonCan you rephrase the question by defining the word 'rich' please?Roy DisneyI can't draw, but that doesn't mean that I can't reap

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Sheesh, these tests are really getting to me! I don't know what's wrong, besides the point that they are impossible to take!Anyways, the test below is pretty much like a mid-term I had to take a little while ago...see how many you can get right! ;-)-------------------------------------------------------------------------Instructions: Read each question carefully. Answer all questions.Time limit:

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We are all a little high-strung from midterms, and you are not helping matters any.Talking on your phone as if you are standing across a football field is not helping me to get an 'A' on my Psychology Test.Could you please knock it off?I said: COULD. YOU. PLEASE...See what I mean? This is how you are speaking! No.Don't you dare be looking at me as if it is MY fault that your girlfriend is upset

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1109974089795085182005-03-04T15:51:00.000-06:002005-03-04T16:33:41.723-06:00

…to my dorm.Biatch. You heard me.Either way, I was watching a movie yesterday, pondering whether I should check my E-Mail or not, and thennnn...WHIRRNNNNNN...And everything goes black. It's about 10PM at night, and I quickly jump up, staring wildly around. I can still see the picture of the TV before my eyes, although there is no light and clearly the TV isn't on."What the hell??" I hear

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1108279146521071222005-02-28T12:36:00.000-06:002005-02-28T12:39:21.626-06:00

'No.''You can't be serious.''Please come down from there...''Seriously?!''Love you too my whittle smufferkins...''Okay, knock it off; I'm not kidding anymore.''Don't make me come over there and punch you. I can see you ya' know you little twat.''You're JOKING!!''You understand that I hate you...I mean HER!!!''Whatever; I don't care anymore.''She knew that the boyfriends dog was going to turn

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So I was waiting for the elevator a couple of nights ago at around midnight. It is Saturday, and most people are drunk anyways. But either way I just went down to Subway to get something to snack on (a cookie, and our Subway is open downstairs until two in the morning anyways he he).So anyways I'm waiting for the elevator, and this girl comes up behind me also with milk in her hand and what

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1108406061750399262005-02-14T12:27:00.000-06:002005-02-14T12:34:21.753-06:00

After I got off the elevator this morning, I saw a guy stumbling around as if he had either 1. Just got back from a really great party or 2. Had just woken up. I had guessed the latter because he was rubbing his eyes and his hair was all tousled up."Whoa!" He says after a few minutes have passed. He's staring at Vrooman (Dining Center) which is open. (It is closed on the weekends, keep this

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1106463559305866562005-02-07T01:56:00.000-06:002005-02-10T23:15:49.553-06:00

Since I've gotten so many E-Mails giving me more websites, I think I've found another one I will post about.This man's name is "Anonymous", and he has kindly given me a hysterical website in which I shall post here. Too bad he didn't give me his name, his 15 minutes of fame (err...a few days' worth, possibly) start now!!Don't hesitate, people!Anyways, I found this new "Terror Alert Enhanced

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1105744589936289162005-02-06T23:47:00.000-06:002005-02-06T23:50:19.683-06:00

Have you ever done something so extraordinarily stupid, that it bears repeating? I know I have, and that's why I have created a blog about those silly moments in life where one just wants to sink into the shadows for all eternity. This Blog, viola! You are witnessing history unfolding, my friends, so bear witness! Since my computer and I have gotten so close recently mainly because of my

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1104644863149897902005-02-03T13:55:00.000-06:002005-02-03T14:08:00.943-06:00

Well, personally I thought it would have been quite an accomplishment to say that I have actually set off an Alarm to the local Wal-Mart, but the whole shebang didn't turn out the way my imaginative mind played it out to be. I walked into Wal-Mart, eager to get a DVD I had been craving. I go strait to the back, pluck it off the shelf, and cheerfully carry it forward into the queue of the

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1106463163432931562005-01-30T13:19:00.000-06:002005-01-30T13:20:04.290-06:00

Wow, in response to the "Send Me a Virus" post (as well as "Nose-Girl" post, ha ha), I have had SEVERAL E-Mails telling me what I should blog about next. Am I famous? Maybe... Should you still E-Mail me to make me feel good? Damn straight!! Either way, so the other day this woman sends me an E-Mail, telling me that I should blog about a website that she found extremely amusing. So,

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1106837323450390242005-01-27T08:45:00.000-06:002005-01-27T08:48:43.450-06:00

Woah people, I was just kidding about the post about the Nose-Girl! No need to get all hyper and bombard me with flaming E-Mails... Anyways, in response to a few questions from my comments section and from E-Mail: No, her nose really wasn't as big as Titanic. No, I didn't ask her to go and sit in another seat just because of her nose. Yes, I'm sorry I posted about such "meen and hurtfull

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1106377705968591122005-01-22T01:05:00.000-06:002005-01-24T13:37:00.156-06:00

You ever wish you knew how old you were in the mind? I know I do...er...kind of. I've seen recently a trend going around blogs where people are posting about what there "Real" age is by either taking an online quiz or just posting about it. Either way, I took an online quiz, and I found the results to be extremely entertaining. You Are 19 Years Old 19 Under 12: You are a kid

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The other day I got an E-Mail, and I shall copy-and-paste it word for word right here: "i am going to send u a virus please dont reply back to dis email because u cant stop me." I mean, he didn't even put the correct greeting: "Dear Ruler of the Universe - Jillian," Not only am I highly offended because he didn't refer to me by the proper name, but he also forgot to sign it as well: "Yours in

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1105458866615273232005-01-14T16:47:00.000-06:002005-01-14T16:47:58.113-06:00

So, I went to go and buy a lottery ticket the other day. Nothing major, just a scratch-off. I walk into "The Apollo Mart" (*See Below) to get a scratch-off ticket. I go up to the counter, and the man greets me. "Hello, you pump gas?" He says, his middle-eastern accent I cannot place. I look into the clear counter to where the scratch-offs are. "No, no gas today,” I say, smiling at him. I

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1104193623647711442005-01-11T09:58:00.000-06:002005-01-11T09:59:30.283-06:00

And you know what I mean by "Good Dream"...Ohhh righhttt. You SICKO!! That is NOT what I meant!! What in the hell were you thinking?! And no, do not E-Mail me about it either otherwise I will hunt you down until the day you die! Not really, that's not right, kiddies; you shouldn't stalk people... Anyways, last night I had a really great dream, only to wake up and have an even more vivid

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1105152940185267842005-01-07T20:55:00.000-06:002005-01-07T21:10:04.426-06:00

This one is nice, right? Especially if it is part of your family and it is a good way to get blackmail. Yes, you know I'm right. Please feel free to E-Mail me about this one. ;-) Jillian's Thoughts in Action (JTIA): "Yessss...I'll BLOG about my insane family, that's what I'll do!" Anyways the other night I was lying in bed, drifting off to one of my favorite pastime movies that I had just

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1104433931417947202005-01-03T13:58:00.000-06:002005-01-03T10:53:01.140-06:00

The other day I'm sitting in my living room, watching my brother play with his new Xbox. He's playing Halo 2...is there really any other game for the Xbox?? All of a sudden, the sound poops out, and all you get is a "Bzzzzztttt" sound coming from the TV. Justin (my brother) looks bewildered as the riveting machine-gun sound stops abruptly. He gets on his hands and knees, now trying to find

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1104435483610234552004-12-30T13:39:00.000-06:002004-12-30T13:39:39.283-06:00

Because Wal-Mart is CLEARLY the only place to go to Create a Gift Card!™ So I just found out the other day that my friend whom I did not know had bought me a Christmas Gift, had indeed bought me a Christmas Gift. I did the only thing I could think of this late in the year: I went to Wal-Mart to buy a gift card. I stride right into this little place of heaven, grab my choice of gift card,

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1104191638689320692004-12-27T18:33:00.000-06:002004-12-27T18:33:16.650-06:00

Doesn't matter if it is a little white lie or a humongously large (overkill?) lie...Buttttt...TELL ONE! Even if it has to be in the comments section of this entry, you had better tell me one either here or in an E-Mail. (As I've found out so many prefer the latter) Example of a Little Lie: "I weigh 85 pounds.” (Quoted by Me) Go ahead, you can laugh now. Example of a BIG Lie: "I'm a

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1101958628252282412004-12-24T18:09:00.000-06:002004-12-24T18:09:34.626-06:00

LOL! Oh I was laughing so hard when I came across this on the Internet today. BK Holiday Have yourself a wonderful BK Holiday! :-) PS. Merry Christmas Everyone!!! Hope you get everything you could ever ask for, and more! :-)

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NOTE: In order to read this properly, you need to start at the bottom and read up. ----------------------------------- !!yojnE (-: .osla emit eno siht krow nac niarb ruoy taht os ,epyt sdrawkcab ni eb ot stnemmoc eht fo lla tnaw osla I .did I sa nuf sa sdrawkcab gnipyt dnuof uoy epoh I .regnol on eunitnoc nac I tub ,gnidaer rof uoy knahT .niarb ym gnitruh osla si tI .seye ym struh

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1101958915875018742004-12-16T17:03:00.000-06:002004-12-16T17:03:42.486-06:00

I know that you are excited that your finals have ended, and that you are going home today. What I don't enjoy is getting on an elevator with you. The "Time of the Toddler" is over now, please embrace the Adult within you. And, if you could please, stop pressing all of the elevator buttons in "Celebration of Ending Finals". Even though you get to get off on the 6th floor, I have to endure

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1101880796707015612004-12-13T13:11:00.000-06:002004-12-13T13:10:10.683-06:00

Me: "Hello?" Salesman: "Yes, is this Jillian?" Me: "Speaking." Salesman: "Well, could I interest you in..." Me: "Wait, I have a quick question for you before you go into the speech." Salesman: (Sounding eager) "Yes, ma'am?" Me: "Are you recording this?" Salesman: (Slightly confused voice) "No, ma'am, why do you ask...?" Me: "Oh, okay great...could...could you hold on for one sec?" (

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1102136973662475782004-12-10T22:02:00.000-06:002004-12-10T22:18:06.846-06:00

I am just sitting here on a Friday night, trying to get SOME of my group work done before the Big Day tomorrow. Although your music is awe-inspiring with the lyrics of Nelly and JaRule, I do NOT enjoy watching the scissors on my desk vibrate and fall into the trash can because my ENTIRE DESK is vibrating! So, butthead, I’ll give you to the count of 10 to turn down your music. What? You can’t

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1101830882758592972004-12-08T00:25:00.000-06:002004-12-08T00:25:20.846-06:00

Today I went to Watterson Towers. I stopped there in-between classes, so, naturally, I was by myself. I get my tray, and decide at the last minute to grab a little extra something. A piece of pie, if you will. I go up to the "Bakers Corner", and, HURRAH! One little tiny sliver of everyone's favorite, Chocolate Chip Cheesecake. I snag this wonderful glory, admiring it from all angles inside

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1100673124011031222004-12-06T00:03:00.000-06:002004-12-05T23:53:41.063-06:00

Seriously. See, we were talking the other day, and it was a very - er - nice conversation. We were having a rather weird conversation this fine day today, and somehow we stumbled onto the subject of computers (Go figure). "So, what is the worst thing you have ever done to a computer?" She asked me, after I told her about my major and explained the whole system at our school. (It is very

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1100331521333710932004-12-03T00:09:00.000-06:002004-12-02T23:09:30.923-06:00

Hey, Moron! Yeah, I'm talking to you, the mentally handicapped person in front of me. I just have one question for you: Why are you wearing shorts? Is must be like, negative 20 THOUSAND degrees out here, and you, my friend, are walking around as if the sun is beating on your face and tanning your skin. Well, I have a little something to share with you: IT'S WINTER NOW, YOU IDIOT!!! So, get

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1099633727133370032004-12-01T01:02:00.000-06:002004-12-01T00:03:50.726-06:00

Oh God, this was so funny I just had to post about it. The other day I was watching Ruben Studdard (famous singer, won American Idol) sing on Conan O'Brien. It was perfect; a re-run, if you will. He was singing about freedom and love, and I thought his song was so beautiful. I was watching it with growing enthusiasm, and suddenly, he went into a sort of pause. Forever. "

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1095396165217966502004-11-28T23:52:00.000-06:002004-11-29T00:05:57.226-06:00

Well, I have been reading peoples' blogs around and I notice a lot of them have their own signoff-thing. There are some blogs that have a simple saying such as "Peace." and then their name, while others' are more complex with a quote or saying at the end of each of their entries. For example: "Looks like these guys went to a fight and a hockey game broke out. -- Jillian" Even still, others

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1101509085221908332004-11-26T16:44:00.000-06:002004-11-26T16:49:01.506-06:00

...during THE BUSIEST shopping day in AMERICA! Seriously. This was the first year that I decided to do the whole "After Thanksgiving Christmas Shopping" experience. I felt that it was the PERFECT time to start, and, after all, who WOULDN'T want to wake up at 5:30 in the MORNING, arrive at Best Buy at 6AM, and wait IN LINE for 2 and a half hours? Yeah, I know. Not to mention driving

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1099629629127646852004-11-25T15:58:00.000-06:002004-11-25T15:58:33.056-06:00

Just a little reminder to not put anything you would regret later inside of your turkey! For instance -- A relative... Your in-laws... My grandmother... Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1100416151798098452004-11-24T00:12:00.000-06:002004-11-23T23:29:45.590-06:00

Okay, yesterday I got no less than THREE E-Mails, asking me about my picture. E-Mail Number One came from a creative genius who does not know how to spell the word "Please". Pity him. "i dun understand ur pic what does it mean can u pleas tell me?" E-Mail Number Two is more insightful. A little creepy in the precision of the language, but still none-the-less insightful... "This E-Mail is

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1099634247052940312004-11-20T10:58:00.000-06:002004-11-20T10:57:46.720-06:00

Hello you beautiful-yet-annoying creature from hell! If you do not stop rustling your newspaper, I will have no choice but to incapacitate... The Newspaper. I was okay with the every-five-minute-rustle like a polite, businessperson-wannabe like yourself, but this new-every-2-second-rustling of the newspaper is not amusing. So knock it off. Seriously. Don't make me come over there. Me

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1100239798134385002004-11-17T19:39:00.000-06:002004-11-17T19:39:21.153-06:00

Today, I wanted to finish my book. That was, technically, my "Goal of the Day". So, I went to the quietest place on the planet (Er, I mean, at this school). The Library. DUH! My sanctuary that ALSO happens to be the place that I volunteer at. I just wanted to finish my book, and I also happened to have all the time in the world to do it. I was just getting to the climax of my book, and I

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1099116068128857432004-11-15T11:32:00.000-06:002004-11-15T10:34:31.303-06:00

Well, I was walking along with one of my friends the other day in the Quad. Her name is Sandra. We were not talking about anything particular, just the usual about classes and homework. I dug out a pack of gummy worms from my backpack, and was feeding them to myself and sharing with Sandra as well. Eventually, the talk turns to guys we like, etc. "Well, there is a really hot guy that is in

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1100329559912944802004-11-13T01:37:00.000-06:002004-11-13T01:20:52.026-06:00

Boy, this one sounds interesting, doesn't it? Especially if you do it in your friends' dorm hall. Good times. So, I was visiting my friend in Hewett (it's an all-girls dorm) and her guy friend, David, came over that night also. We were having a great time, chilling out, talking, and watching movies. Finally, I said that we should order pizza. "Okay," Sandra (my friend) said. David agreed

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1100059185715698682004-11-10T23:59:00.000-06:002004-11-10T00:42:22.900-06:00

The other day I was taking the bus to Wal-Mart. Nothing special there, just the average 20,000 students crammed onto one bus. Okay, so that number would be everyone who GOES to my college, but you get the picture. Let's just say I didn't have enough room to reach up and scratch my nose, or pick it. Whichever came first, naturally. I am standing up on this bus and holding onto the steel, which

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1098644432161613282004-11-08T12:29:00.000-06:002004-11-08T12:29:53.896-06:00

Hello again, and what a gloomy day I must say! I don't mean to be rude, but I can't help but notice you and your boyfriend in the hallway. Is that your boyfriend, I wonder? You just cannot keep your eyes off him, can you? Although I find it cute that you are locking arms, smiling at one another and giving each other small kisses, it is also somewhat disturbing. Then again, are your braces

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1099632520727644702004-11-05T13:58:00.000-06:002004-11-05T13:58:15.683-06:00

Oh boy, now this one is fun. Wait: Insert "NOT" before the word 'fun' in the above sentence. That's better. The other day I was registering for my classes. Nothing too spectacular was going on, and I was getting excited as my "time" drew near. At my school, everyone is assigned a special "Date" and "Time" that the mainframe will allow you to register. It's because there are 20 thousand

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1099370862455591262004-11-02T10:12:00.000-06:002004-11-02T10:12:15.376-06:00

"Thank you for calling President Bush's Terror Hotline. All the recordings you're about to hear were made by yours truly, President George W. Bush." "To continue in mangled English, press 1 now. For English with a southern drawl, press 2 now. For all other variants on American English, press 3 now." "Please note, for training purposes, this call may be monitored and recorded. Especially if

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1098771886677261072004-10-31T01:13:00.000-06:002004-10-30T01:04:17.656-05:00

...with a drunk person. Now THAT is fun times. Seriously! Especially when it is just you and the drunken guy and his down-to-earth friend. Really cool. Well, let's just cut to the chase and I'll tell you the most INTRIGUING conversation I've had in awhile: (Enter Elevator) Me: "Um...is he alright?" Drunken Guy [DG]: (Snaps out of his stupor for a second) "Dude! I was like...woah...and...how

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1098645264841818602004-10-25T09:37:00.000-05:002004-10-25T14:39:02.333-05:00

Today I am rather annoyed, and you are not helping matters any. While I am standing here, wrapped in a towel and holding my shower caddy precariously, you are taking all of the time that you need to take a shower. I would appreciate it if you could please speed up the process of shampoo to conditioner just for today and get out. Now. Oh and just for your information, you are also taking up

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1098283197595639452004-10-21T17:34:00.000-05:002004-10-21T11:39:53.596-05:00

Man, this is INSANE! What is WITH these people at the library? Do they have it in for me? It was so weird; whatever started, as a normal day didn't certainly END like a normal volunteering day... * * * It was warm where I was working today. Not too warm where I was sweating and having to unstick my boobs with a crowbar, but warm enough to where I was rolling up my sleeves to my hoodie I had

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1098163058242989492004-10-18T23:45:00.000-05:002004-10-19T10:57:05.106-05:00

The other day I was volunteering at the local library. Being the eager little kipper, I was shelving books at top speed, answering my daily allowance of 1,000 anytime questions from random people. Today, though, I had a particularly interesting customer. The man, with his nose in the air, stomps by, and literally falls over my book cart. He gets up quickly and says, "Move that thing, will you

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1097449288746930762004-10-10T18:54:00.000-05:002004-10-24T14:17:44.833-05:00

My, what the perfect time of year, and what a great day I might add! I love just walking here, behind you, monitoring your butt ever-so-closely. The bag you hold jingles in unexpected ways, and although I am a bit freaked out by it, I find the whole situation cute. Oh! You are turning around slowly; maybe you have forgotten that I am behind you? Your hand rises in a gesture that I shall

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1096953621515856832004-10-05T01:13:00.000-05:002004-10-05T00:44:00.863-05:00

That's right ladies and gentleman, and I'm sure that you have never actually taken the time to appreciate contemporary art. Well, I am here to inform you on just this subject. Sometimes there are things that we are unable to avoid. Such as going to an art gallery exhibit to avoid failing a particular class. Which class, you may ask? Well, I shall not divulge this information so openly, but I

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1096431801946363192004-09-28T23:24:00.000-05:002004-09-28T23:37:47.340-05:00

Being the innocent and carefree person that I am, I went down into the "uLab", which is like a highly sophisticated computer lab down in the basement of my dorm hall. It is extremely nice because it is so quiet that one can hear a pin drop, and if someone sneezes then people in the direct vicinity (couple of computers) say "God bless you." They are so polite. So I went down there today and sat

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1095954352620279372004-09-23T10:28:00.000-05:002004-09-23T10:50:06.403-05:00

And rid it of your nastiness. I don't want to see your low-life-skanking-and-smoking ass sitting around my precious dorm space. I could care less if you don't want to be at least 10 feet away from the front door of my dorm building because I really don't want your nastiness floating all the way up to my dorm room, you hear? Why hasn't anyone invented cigarettes that did NOT pollute the

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1095312817945567032004-09-16T01:26:00.000-05:002004-09-16T00:35:25.260-05:00

Well, I know that you find this a little odd to be posting about such a thing, but I'm serious! I think all Wednesday's should be officially plagued because I haven't posted on a Wednesday in a really long time, which I found out today by accident. I was just browsing through all the comments on my blog when...why...what...? Put two and two together to get...3? I have never written on a

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1094880149730688422004-09-10T02:07:00.000-05:002004-10-10T20:41:02.333-05:00

Well, this one is pretty simple and straightforward, is it not? I mean, what could possibly go wrong with just going for a walk? Unless you go at 1 in the morning, I mean. And you are at a college campus on a Friday night. Oh, that could change things a LOT, my friend. :-) Yeah, really good times. Well, I can't really sleep right now because I'm so buzzed up on the amount of Mountain Dew I

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1094096341433663302004-09-02T22:50:00.000-05:002004-09-16T00:25:59.660-05:00

100 Things about me?!?! Gheeze, that was fast! I bet a couple of you are thinking: "Wasn't it just '50 Things About Me' a couple of days ago?" I've also added a few "Extras" in some numbers, labeling all the additional numbers "a" and "b". :-) You'll see in a little bit. And, if you get to the bottom without passing out or falling asleep, I'll allow you to post ONE comment. :-) --------------

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1092194989425346042004-08-10T21:07:00.000-05:002004-08-10T22:37:10.743-05:00

Wow; wear ballerina shoes. Doesn't THAT sound like fun? You know what is even better? If you wear ballerina shoes in a public place, like a Dollar Store or something, 'eh? Doesn't it sound like...you know what? I bet you will be the next person to wear ballerina shoes in a public place tomorrow, won't ya'? And so it begins... I had work for the last day this summer before I go to college.

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1091811125245560352004-08-06T11:33:00.000-05:002004-08-06T21:05:34.420-05:00

Well, this one does seem sort of care-free and innocent, does it not? I'm sure you are all thinking: "My, this will be a not-so-funny post out of Yolanea today, considering how boring it is to wear and talk about a hat." I'm here to make you cringe at this fact. You will no longer view wearing a hat as innocent and care-free. You will scream in horror or be peeing your pants in laughter

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-109157024598109692004-08-03T16:42:00.000-05:002004-08-03T16:57:25.983-05:00

Well I thought if snotty rich people who stayed with us in Caesars Palace (when I went on vacation) could have reserved seating, reserved booking, and reserved...places, then I figured I could get them back by reserving a place for myself! Ha! Fools. They just don't understand the genius way my brain works. Stuff 2 Do Today: 1. Kill Brother 2. Heal Brother 3. Play PlayStation2 4. Unpack from

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1090795807363345222004-07-25T17:43:00.000-05:002004-07-25T19:01:38.636-05:00

When I say Wear Perfume, I do NOT suggest marinating yourself in it as well, as I had the unfortunate account of having an elderly woman in the store. Why is it that when elderly people wear perfume, they cause everyone around them to also smell like Eau de Toilette? This woman comes in, and I eagerly stride around the counter to greet her and ask if she needed any assistance in finding any

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1090282004166278212004-07-19T18:45:00.000-05:002004-07-19T19:08:59.043-05:00

I had the pleasure today to go and view the ever-popular "I-Robot".   Very interesting movie.   What is good about going to the movies is that you can see it with (or, without) whomever you wish.  You can go with your family, your friends, your girlfriend or boyfriend!  It doesn't matter who you go with, but it is really interesting to watch other people at the movies.   There are a few

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1089737837397684572004-07-13T11:41:00.000-05:002004-07-13T11:59:31.523-05:00

Here's something that sometimes is not-so-interesting, but all the while you are saying, "Hey, I guess I could use a trip to Hawaii". Am I correct? Either way, I am going to help you to prepare for getting on a plane. There are, as one would say, a few "Do's" and a few "Don'ts" when on a plane. First of all, if you decide to get on a plane, I do NOT suggest you bring along anything remotely

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1089475205261559042004-07-10T10:48:00.000-05:002004-07-10T11:18:11.106-05:00

Okay, so not everyone you come across in your everyday life will be stupid, but I have had my fair share. It all started yesterday. It was a bright, sunny day, and we decided to go to our local Wal-Mart. My mother, Shai, and I went there to mainly look for things when we go to Denver, Colorado in a few days. About Denver, Colorado Oh, you wanted to know why I was going to Denver? Well,

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1089327522613813912004-07-08T17:20:00.000-05:002004-07-10T11:21:39.210-05:00

Here's a little observational tip: Don't go looking in the windows! You sicko. What I mean by "Watch Your Neighbors" is exactly that. Observe them, in their natural habitat...Hmmmm... (Please use best "Steve Irwin" voice) Wotch them, as thay scurray about. Amazin', aren' thay? Carefol now! Don' wantcha' to getcha' hand bitten off by the raza'-sharp teeth they got tha'... Okay, enough of

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1089045954309476232004-07-05T11:45:00.000-05:002004-07-08T18:19:56.493-05:00

Well, Here's something that I really don't recommend, but it popped up in a conversation when I worked a few days ago. Here's how it went: "Hello, Sir, is this it for you today?" "Yes, I'm afraid it is." (I ring up his merchandise) "Okay, that'll be $7.32" (Something like that) "Alright." (Hands me a $10) Now when I get two $1 bills from the register, I notice that one of them is marked with a

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1088806670365630682004-07-02T16:31:00.000-05:002004-07-02T17:23:01.253-05:00

So I went to Wal-Mart today, on a mission for one thing, and one thing only. Colored Pencils. I know, it doesn't sound like much, and trust me it should not have taken 40 minutes to find these little colored writing utensils, but I got sidetracked. So I barge straight into Wal-Mart, dodging the Watermelon display and accusing stares of employee's trying to hound people into buying one. I walk

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1088650209670081412004-06-30T21:50:00.000-05:002004-06-30T22:02:20.480-05:00

Well, besides surfing the web, you can also surf for funny pictures in your free time! I know that this seems like a stretch, but I really wanted to share this photo with you. * * * Okay, so as I was surfing the web I came across this hilarious picture, and I thought it would be best if I posted it and shared the laughter within me rather than share it with the soda I had been drinking. (

Jillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14053790582349636235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7472306.post-1088556101047797342004-06-29T19:11:00.000-05:002004-06-29T19:41:41.046-05:00

Wow, now HERE'S an uplifting one. Watch TV everyone! Come on, I know you can do it! Well, even if you can't, then you can still see it online! There are billions of shows out there for you to watch! Let's get going already! Hmmm… Okay, enough with the advertising. Let's get down to what you can REALLY watch on TV. See, TV (Or as known by it's longer term, Television), has been around for

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Welcome to Boredom on a Stick, where the sometimes suspiciously humorous turns into gut-busting comedy! Are you bored out of your mind, searching all over the Internet for that perfect "Blog", then you have come to the right place! Here you will find a substantial list of things to do in your freetime, including but not limited to: Twiddling Your Thumbs Skipping Jumping Rope Printing And

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