In response to the flu outbreak... oh and school.

So that swine flu... some scary shit eh? It's actually a strain of Influenza A, H1N1 to be exact. If you do end up getting it you're going to camp out in the bathroom all day just like you have every other time you've come down with the flu. The people who are dying are the young and elderly. Same as every other flu outbreak. My mom's company is only preparing so they can add the strain to their bug collection and rape you lot out of money for a vaccine. It does not kill people with a healthy immune system. That rumor probably started up because the Spanish flu pandemic of 1918 caused the sufferer's immune system to overcompensate resulting in your body kicking it's own ass. Even if this strain does that it's like taking antibiotics. That's more or less how they work btw. anyway. enough nerdiness for one post.

School is over. I still think I'm lying about that. I almost wish that was the case. Almost. Wasn't ripped a new one which sounds like no academic probation. I can honestly say this year has changed me at an alarming rate. I was an actor, a hick, and a going no where sissy before coming here. Humber Studio Theatre as broken me in a good way. I've grown to become a glorified construction worker with all of the bad manners that go along with that title. Nothing like hard hats and scarves. I still want to stick to rock shows and film, more rock though. I've been given the new option of becoming a lighting designer which was something I didn't think was possible even at the end of semester one. Now i'm starting to feel passionate about hitting buttons. That does include sound mixers shamefully. So instead of pulling the would be gut wrenching and very relfective bullshit that everyone is spewing on facebook I'm going to leave you with one thought. Jen Mclean: The Zombified Lighting Designer On Fire. I give you my career.

Fuck My Life

Oh what a phrase. At the beginning of my college adventure I was taken aback when someone in rez loudly exclaimed "fuck my life", seeing as I live under a rock I thought she was rather emotionally unstable. I was thinking to myself is what's wrong really so bad that "fuck getting a ticket" or " fuck the pigs" didn't do your situation justice? As the college thing has progressed this phrase seemed to get more and more popular. Now it's to the point that if someone has homework or has to do dishes their life needs fucking. Now, being in theatre I can tolerate exaggeration. It gets me a paycheck, but really? Using the phrase fuck my life for everyday struggles just makes you sound like you're suicidal or just plain whiney. I kind of want one of these kids to say that in the presence of an AIDS victim and I kind of want to be there. However I do not want to be there when the following conversation happens " Man I just talking about my homework and said fuck my life and an AIDs victim was behind me, fuck my life." Now, that being said if you do have AIDS, or your spouse died in a car fire which was your mercedes and you have no insurance then yeah, fuck my life is kinda appropriate.

On another note, I may get a music player for this thing so you readers can get even more of the Jen experience. For those who don't know, i'm practically neurotic about people seeing my music selection so consider yourselves greatful. On that note I should be in Intro in like 15 minutes so I should really stop typing... there we go...

Randomness

I had one of those mornings where you wake up and life is good. It makes no sense because the weather gloomy wet and cold and I woke up to beeping but I still woke up in a good mood. I'm having one of those days where I'm thankful to be in good health with semi stable living arrangements and a job. I also feel compelled to make sure all my friends know how much they mean to me. I lurve you guys, even if you influence me to go to strike hung over ( I'm blaming all of you for that :D). MMM serotonin and your strange effect on the mind.

Hello procrastination, did you miss me?

I love how every time I need to type up an essay I end up here. Yep. Two and a half weeks left and I'm still screwing around. The thought of being done my first year of college scares the shit out of me. It's not the fear of failure that has me. It's the fear of letting go the thought that in a mere two weeks i'm done for the year. That's it. No helping it. I'm also apprehensive of the change back to hickville living. I don't know if I'll be able to hack it which is funny because i spent 18.7 years there. And to think no one really believed I would be happy in the city...











Oh Longbranch... how I'll miss you.

When desperation finally finds distraction...

I just found one of those funny things about the english language. After enough of those I could see me changing ma langue de preference a francais. Voir je suis aller. j'ai besion du sommeil. Anyway. to prosecute: To initiate civil or criminal court action against. to persecute: To annoy persistently; bother. that's really all i have to say. bon soir.