So I started getting e-mails from Colleges.
On the outside, I've been saying, "It's so ridiculous how they are all the same thing. Don't they think I notice that?"
On the inside, I've been saying, "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
I don't want to think about College!!! I'm not even an upperclassman!!!
So I'm not going to talk about it :)
I went to a WRock concert last night. Alex Carpenter, Lauren Fairweather, and Whopping Willows were all there and my entire weekend was made. Not only were there lots of awesome people there but there were some awesome people who managed to find my channel by my shirt
BTWs if you aren't subscribed to FiveFangirlsFTW you should really go do that.
Anyway, at the end of the concert I went up to Alex Carpenter since he likes Star Wars if he would do my outro with me. I went up and Maria was there with me so I said, "Well we" pointing at me and Maria, "are on this collab channel and"
AND THEN
Alex cut me off to say, "Oh yeah, I know I watch it."
What?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALEX FREAKEN' CARPENTER WATCHES ME!!!
My mind was blown and still is.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Younger You
So since I finished one of my journals and started this blog, I decided to go back and look at my old journals.
And I was a really bad writer! (it should be noted, I'm still not the best writer to walk the planet)
The bulk of my journals are
A) really cheesy, really sappy love poems with little flow or rhyme or beat - these were usually love confessions to guys in my grade most of whom I would grow to realize were not the best guys to date
B) stories about BA girls who find a guy with literally no flaws
C) poems with some rhyme/beat/flow about death and endings
Well this explains somethings about me at least. I'm still a firm believe in the power of love, be it the love of God, the love of a husband/boyfriend, the love of a child to their parent, the love of a friend or any other form of love. And while I can improve my really sappy poetry, I'm glad I wrote them.
See younger me had a lot of jerks to deal with and not a lot of true friends she felt completely comfortable around. She didn't give up though. While I read those poems and think it's a desperate girl who couldn't get a boyfriend so she made one up (it's worth noting that I still do that...somethings never change :) ) I know that younger me saw it as a way to keep the hope and happiness in her life. Younger me gives me hope for older me because younger me didn't have nearly as many true friends as older me and younger me managed to hold on to hope for a while.
What about you? Does your younger you give you hope or does younger you disgust you?
Stay classy
-Jessie
See younger me had a lot of jerks to deal with and not a lot of true friends she felt completely comfortable around. She didn't give up though. While I read those poems and think it's a desperate girl who couldn't get a boyfriend so she made one up (it's worth noting that I still do that...somethings never change :) ) I know that younger me saw it as a way to keep the hope and happiness in her life. Younger me gives me hope for older me because younger me didn't have nearly as many true friends as older me and younger me managed to hold on to hope for a while.
What about you? Does your younger you give you hope or does younger you disgust you?
Stay classy
-Jessie
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Endings
I hate endings... usually.
Recently, I've been seeing a lot of endings form around me. Senior friends are finishing their college things and getting ready to move in a few months, Harry Potter is releasing the final movie in July, the end of my sophomore year (and my underclassman days) is quickly approaching.
The thing I hate about endings is how definite they are. My senior friends will come visit us, but I'll never see them randomly in study or coincidently going to the printer at the same time. No more Harry Potter movies will come out, at least not with Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, and Rupert Grint. Unless I fail all my classes, I'll never be a sophomore in high school again.
These endings scare me sometimes. It's so easy to develop a routine and I never like it when things disrupt my routine. Endings tend to do that... quite easily. But there's something else about them. They make us move on. When elementary school ended, I was forced to realize the importance of make-up and boys (except I didn't...). When middle school ended, I had to learn to actually study and do school stuff not at 3 o'clock in the morning because school was going to get hard. Now I'm trying to find a balance between those all so important boys and that very hard school.
On the other hands, endings force us into something more. If there were no endings, than there would be nothing for us to move on to and that's why endings are also such a joyous time. I love the quote at the end of Anastasia (the movie, the real story has a much sadder ending) where the Empress discovers that Anya and Dimitri have run off and gotten married. Sophie says, "It's a perfect ending." and then Dowagner Empress Maria says, "No. It's the perfect beginning." That's one thing I love about endings is that they open the doors to new opportunities and new things and of course new endings.
That's why I start this blog with endings, because the only way we come to those sad endings on graduation day is by beginning at a new high school or college as a scared freshman. So here's the beginning that resulted from the ending of one of my journals and a crazy idea to write a blog.
Stay classy
-Jessie
Recently, I've been seeing a lot of endings form around me. Senior friends are finishing their college things and getting ready to move in a few months, Harry Potter is releasing the final movie in July, the end of my sophomore year (and my underclassman days) is quickly approaching.
The thing I hate about endings is how definite they are. My senior friends will come visit us, but I'll never see them randomly in study or coincidently going to the printer at the same time. No more Harry Potter movies will come out, at least not with Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, and Rupert Grint. Unless I fail all my classes, I'll never be a sophomore in high school again.
These endings scare me sometimes. It's so easy to develop a routine and I never like it when things disrupt my routine. Endings tend to do that... quite easily. But there's something else about them. They make us move on. When elementary school ended, I was forced to realize the importance of make-up and boys (except I didn't...). When middle school ended, I had to learn to actually study and do school stuff not at 3 o'clock in the morning because school was going to get hard. Now I'm trying to find a balance between those all so important boys and that very hard school.
On the other hands, endings force us into something more. If there were no endings, than there would be nothing for us to move on to and that's why endings are also such a joyous time. I love the quote at the end of Anastasia (the movie, the real story has a much sadder ending) where the Empress discovers that Anya and Dimitri have run off and gotten married. Sophie says, "It's a perfect ending." and then Dowagner Empress Maria says, "No. It's the perfect beginning." That's one thing I love about endings is that they open the doors to new opportunities and new things and of course new endings.
That's why I start this blog with endings, because the only way we come to those sad endings on graduation day is by beginning at a new high school or college as a scared freshman. So here's the beginning that resulted from the ending of one of my journals and a crazy idea to write a blog.
Stay classy
-Jessie
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