the song is good too.

i love looking at her hair.

(i don't care if that sounds creepy.)

sleep to dream.

i was in a renovated barn somewhere in europe. i think it began in england. it was a beautiful barn with old beds and old floors. i was lost but i didn't mind. it was a peaceful, sort of musing type of wandering. i saw golden sunlight, that time of day when the sunlight isn't so blinding but more saturating.

the rays twinkled off of the buttons on his military uniform and danced in the notes that drifted from the violin he was playing. i had no idea he was such a talented musician. perhaps that's where i got my love for stringed instruments. he gave me his nose and his toes, why not?

that moment didn't last long. you know how dreams go...the barn morphed into a trailer on robin road and he was gone.

i was eventually driving a car through a sand pit. to my left, a wall of sand. to my right, a massive crevice. the sand was unsteady and i began to slide into the crevice. i could feel the panic paralyzing my body. there was nothing i could do. an 18-wheeler came directly for me and as soon as i thought it would smash me further into it, it suddenly drove down into the pit and nudged my car to safety. i jumped out of my car to thank this very talented truck driver. when i reached up and pulled open the passenger's side door, my father, dressed in stereotypical trucker garb, smiled down at me. all i could do was weep.

i don't know what he's doing, showing up in my dreams like this. it's almost like he's giving me a second chance to experience his love for me. but when i wake up, my heart feels heavy with sadness and i want nothing more than to go back to this dream world where my daddy plays music for me and saves me from impending doom. he was in the military but i don't know if he ever actually did play the violin and, as far as i know, he was never a truck driver. but his face is still the same in each one of these costumes. smiling, loving, and at peace.

time-travelling sniper cat.

i was watching the short film la jetee when i was struck with an idea for a potential story. (if you aren't familiar with this film, i suggest watching it on netflix. it's only 28 minutes and it's very awesome. just do it.)

i feel that the idea of time travel can be dramatized either pretty neat or horribly, horribly wrong. i'm not entirely sure which side of the teeter totter my idea is sitting on, but i'm hoping my innovative creativity happens to show up if i actually sit to write it. but here is the basic premise. it's not a subject i would normally write about so if it sounds a little hokey...well...just gimme a break.

it is the year 2059 and time travel is possible. a new type of sniper is here; the one who can go back in time. it's brilliant. they are never caught.

nick darkby has been following his next kill, seeing exactly where he will be and documenting precise times so that he can go in and out and get the job done quickly. time travel is hard on the human body, so it must be done perfectly the first time. there are no second chances.

as nick is preparing to go back in time, a simple documentation error sends him back to a time when his mark is a young boy. nick knows what kind of evil man the boy will grow to be but now must face him as an innocent boy. he wrestles with his conscience. he knows what he has to do.

nick returns to present time very ill. filled with regret and left with nearly no more life in him himself, he returns to a place where circumstances are drastically changed due to his successful assassination. however; nick cannot live with knowing that he just killed a young boy. does he risk his own life and the lives of many people whom the boy has eventually affected to go back even further and prevent murdering the boy? dun dun dun...

i'm thinking of creating my own version of la jetee based on my story here. chuck will play the sniper. (he is currently bathing mothership's forehead. i might have to recast.)

as a future hairstylist, i make a future promise to you.

i, jenni lee austin and future hairstylist extraordinaire, promise you that i will never send you out of my salon with your roots obviously a different color from your hair, i will never give you layers around your face without asking you first, and i will NEVER pressure you into saying that you like your new hairstyle when you really don't.

with that said...i'm "embracing" my new color. still hating the layers around my face. maybe i'll embrace them over time (after they've grown out.)

you are what you watch. (or to freedom, equality, and the rotten brain.)

i'm sure it's an obvious fact that you can tell a lot about a person by what they watch on netflix. i think i just went a little haywire with my watch instantly queue, but i think you'll be able to pinpoint exactly which stereotype i belong to. i present to you my watch instantly queue (in the order in which they are on the list.) and i don't believe i will need to provide any sort of explanation as to why they are on the list:

• russell brand in new york city
• the roast of bob saget
• the new adventures of pippi longstocking
• a nos amours
• ace ventura: pet detective
• cool world
• being john malkovich
• gangland: seasons 1,2,3 & 5
• bunny shorts: season 3
• the hills: seasons 1-3
• man vs. wild: seasons 1-4

if you guessed i am a facetious, quixotic, ethnically-oriented, nostalgic and slightly deviant gal with a killer sense of fashion, a short attention span and freakish survival skills...you would be dead on.

i'm hoping this queue will entertain me for at least the next year.

today has been a good day.

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this won't do.

"the front door flung open with unfamiliar ease, causing the doorknob to leave a lousy 'welcome home' hole in the smoke-stained drywall."

one down. one million to go.