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hummingwolf) wrote2003-02-27 07:19 pm
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Jenny
My friend Jenny wants to be famous. Oh, she's got sense enough not to want to be a superstar--who would want to be chased by paparazzi and autograph hounds while going to the grocery store? Heck, she doesn't even want a LiveJournal account of her own. No. What she wants, apparently, is to be mentioned in my LiveJournal.
So let me tell you about Jenny. We met in the fifth grade; but both of us being (shall we say?) annoying kids, we didn't become friends then. At the time, I liked her mother (an occasional substitute teacher) much better. Her mother never pulled my hair, you know. Yet for some reason, we hung around each other a lot--and by ninth grade we not only tolerated each other, we actually liked each other. Strange how these things happen.
Jenny always has been intelligent. She was one of those kids who annoyed both the sixth-grade teacher and fellow students by reading novels in class and still being able to answer the questions the teacher asked her in attempts to catch her in the act of not paying attention. We used to irritate people together, asking teachers and kids to judge which one of us could spell the word "hyperpolysyllabification" the fastest. No wonder everybody avoided us.
But we did become friends. She listened to me when my mother was dying. She was there for me when my father died as well. Jenny, with her amazingly generous spirit, still puts up with my whining about life now. We've had debates about religion, literature, philosophy, music, and television. My love of C.S. Lewis is largely due to her influence, and she is responsible for introducing me to the music of Nik Kershaw as well.
Jen is not only intelligent, she is remarkably level-headed. Okay, she's known for her obsessions with TV shows, from Remington Steele back in high school (she wanted to be Laura Holt and marry "Remmy," of course) to newer shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. She... nevermind, not going there. Erm, forget level-headed--shall we go with "creative"? Yes, she's the first person I ever met who wrote fanfic, reams and reams of Remington Steele fanfic. Some of it was even good.
Somehow too, Jenny managed to get herself one of those guys everyone wants to marry--he's cool, he's funny, he's sweet and a good father. They've got several incredibly adorable children and form the kind of family that would make you sick at their sweetness if they weren't so dang lovable. It's clear to everyone that family is the biggest priority in Jen's life.
So, that's a little bit about my friend Jenny. It's not enough, but even if I weren't so close to exhaustion I wouldn't be able to write enough. I only hope she likes her new status as a semi-famous person.
(P.S.--She's been told she looks like a stripper, too.)
So let me tell you about Jenny. We met in the fifth grade; but both of us being (shall we say?) annoying kids, we didn't become friends then. At the time, I liked her mother (an occasional substitute teacher) much better. Her mother never pulled my hair, you know. Yet for some reason, we hung around each other a lot--and by ninth grade we not only tolerated each other, we actually liked each other. Strange how these things happen.
Jenny always has been intelligent. She was one of those kids who annoyed both the sixth-grade teacher and fellow students by reading novels in class and still being able to answer the questions the teacher asked her in attempts to catch her in the act of not paying attention. We used to irritate people together, asking teachers and kids to judge which one of us could spell the word "hyperpolysyllabification" the fastest. No wonder everybody avoided us.
But we did become friends. She listened to me when my mother was dying. She was there for me when my father died as well. Jenny, with her amazingly generous spirit, still puts up with my whining about life now. We've had debates about religion, literature, philosophy, music, and television. My love of C.S. Lewis is largely due to her influence, and she is responsible for introducing me to the music of Nik Kershaw as well.
Jen is not only intelligent, she is remarkably level-headed. Okay, she's known for her obsessions with TV shows, from Remington Steele back in high school (she wanted to be Laura Holt and marry "Remmy," of course) to newer shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. She... nevermind, not going there. Erm, forget level-headed--shall we go with "creative"? Yes, she's the first person I ever met who wrote fanfic, reams and reams of Remington Steele fanfic. Some of it was even good.
Somehow too, Jenny managed to get herself one of those guys everyone wants to marry--he's cool, he's funny, he's sweet and a good father. They've got several incredibly adorable children and form the kind of family that would make you sick at their sweetness if they weren't so dang lovable. It's clear to everyone that family is the biggest priority in Jen's life.
So, that's a little bit about my friend Jenny. It's not enough, but even if I weren't so close to exhaustion I wouldn't be able to write enough. I only hope she likes her new status as a semi-famous person.
(P.S.--She's been told she looks like a stripper, too.)
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it is good to have friends like that. the ones you know already know the most annoying and embarrassing things about you, and are still there.
and if she wants a boost to fame, get
Um...myself??
This is where I get to say that Carol and I were not annoying, we were precocious. HA! I stand by that assertion, so don't bother reminding me of things we did that I've since forgotten, Carol. It's funny how selective one's memory becomes. ;-)
Carol was the childhood friend who drew lots and lots of adorable characters, scribbling them in her notebooks. She had tinier handwriting than anyone I knew. She never swears but tolerates it in her friends. ;-) Whenever it's cold outside, Carol gets abnormally happy, but it's fun to see. She loves compiling lists, and we used to compare information on the albums we owned and the books we'd read.
Carol has long been the person I always mention when I come around to discussing intelligent people. If she didn't get perfect SAT scores, they were dang near close. And she was the second best speller around. It's a damn shame that she's been laid low by illness and bureaucracy.
A couple of things have always surprised me. One, that Carol likes Nine Inch Nails. That blows me away and always makes me smile. And two, that she isn't more widely appreciated by the world in general. This could be due to the fact that she's housebound a lot of the time. But this is a lady who would kick the world's butt if she were feeling healthy!
I thought Carol deserved a paean of her own. She's a great friend and a wonderful human being. Remember: Buffy RULES! LOLOLOL.
Hugs from JENNY (now appearing on LJ)
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Love you, Jen!
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Nice to have your 15 minutes in print before you have to deal with the paparazzi?
And we do appreciate Carol. Whole bunches of aprreciation!
Unwilly
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(Anonymous) 2003-02-28 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)Jenny