i can feel the distance getting close

I really should get better about updating this blog...oh well.

So I've returned from my week-long sojourn to South Carolina. Many hours spent sunbathing on the beach (or should I say the BE-ach), drinking margs and daqs and chills, seeing angry gays quit Starbucks, re-enacting angry gays quitting Starbucks, as well as my many nicknames...much fun was had by all. I don't think I want to look at an alcoholic beverage for a while though. But all in all a great vacation, although I've come to the decision that I'm definitely a yankee through and through. If this were 1860, I'm pretty sure what side I'd be on. Sorry Ulysses, but I'm sticking with the blue team.

Two and a half weeks left to make as much money as possible before I go back to choir hell...no Joe Miller Special for me. On an unrelated note...I am not a mind reader. I've never claimed to have any powers of clairvoyance. In order for this to work I need to know how you feel and might I add this is not a crazy expectation. This is all far too ambiguous for my liking. I need help.

Okay...after 14 hours in the car, it's definitely time for bed.

Love,
Jenna "I couldn't stop in time" Tomsko aka
General Genital aka
Carpet Shark aka
Jenna "why does this always happen when I'm driving?" Tomsko