A Whole New Worrrrlddd; a not-so-tribute to Aladdin. Although I give him major props

"You're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy."

Girl, are you there? Cuz I know exactly how you must have been feeling. Except, in my case, it was more like: "J, you're not in high school anymore." 
Culture shock, much?
Uh, yeah?
So I know you're all dying to hear about my college experience (yes, I know it's only been two days. Stop being such a party pooper!) And I'm sorry to have kept you, my loyal readers (thanks mom), waiting. But you know what they say. Good things come to those who wait.
Okay. Ready?
I love it! Just being there surrounded by adults that consider me their equal! Let's just say college is good for my ego. I mean, that's not why I'm there, of course. But it's a start :)

And the bus. It's kind of a funny story actually. Well, it's funny to me, and you can just smile politely and think in your head WHAT THE HELL IS THIS GIRL ON?!!? As long as you don't say anything out loud. All I ask is that you nod every once in a while, and keep that vacant grin plastered on your face.

Anyways.

As I was sitting in the little bus wait bench thingy, a gankly, awkward kid comes and sits next to me. I scoot until my butt is scrunched up against the edge of the bench, not to give him his space, but to preserve mine. Out of the corner of my eye I see him checking me out so I pull out my phone and pretend to look busy texting (note: my phone has no text), trying to avoid the polite, empty chit chat of strangers.

Him: Hi, what's your name.
Me: Uh... J. (I hesitate)
Him: Nice name.
Me: curt nod
Him: How old are you?
Me: finally tear my eyes away from the phone screen. Uh... 16.
Him: Oh, dangitt, you're underage. I'm 20.
Me: ignores strange man
Him: So what kind of music are you into.
Me: Uh. everything.
Him: You know, you look very nice today.
Me: offers a smile, rolls eyes in head. Thanks.
Him: No problem, you deserve it.

And the bus decided to breakdown so I had to endure 57 minutes of boring, unsolicited commentary. My neck is still sore from hunching over the phone, and my hip is bruised from having been wedged up against a metal bar.

The thing is, I wanted to tell him to save his breath. You don't have a chance, I wanted to say. To be honest, no one, unless they stab me with Cupid's arrow, has a chance.
And believe me, I have no problem letting people know that. It's just that he was being so nice, and he didn't warrant my normal Excussseeeeeee me? Do you know who I am? use it so often it should be patented, reply. I figured hey, today's his lucky day.
(Yes, my ego is slightly inflated. It's the side effect of a rockin outfit and a great day.)

And I (or rather, my parents) will invest in an ipod and a sound canceling pair of headphones.
And then I can use a line I've always wanted to, but never had the chance to, use.
I'm not antisocial. It's just you.

Good night, World.
It really is past my bedtime, and no matter how many times I ask you, you can't pause the sun and let me get in my much, much needed shut eye. So I have to sleep.

Much love,

J

Semi sentimental

You know, I really do love my friends.
And no, not acquaintances, but friends. I know a lot of people, but there are a select few that I call my friends. And when I say, select few, I mean REALLY select few. I wouldn't say I was stuck up (although I've been told I am more than once, I really don't understand why) because I love people. People in general are fascinating. The way they're so complex, and multifaceted. The way they're everything and nothing like me at the same time. As cliche as that sounds, it's so true.
I want to know everything about everyone, and although my mother would say it's because I was nosy, I say it's because I'm curious.
Do you ever drive down the road (or sit in the passenger seat... like me) and look at the car next to you and wonder, where are they going? What was their day like? What are their hopes and dreams and sorrows and fears.
Before I went off on that tangent I was talking about friends. I have a million (slight exaggeration) but there are only a handful that I consider, I don't know, maybe like family. The few that actually know the real me and don't hate me for it.
And yesterday after spending some quality time with four girlfriends, I've just realized what a blessing they are.
It's nice to know that someone other than your mother loves you. And it's even nicer that you can love them back.
So hold on to your friends, because there may be a time where they're the only ones that can take you back to who you used to be. And I know one day, when I get older I'll look back at these memories, and they'll be the best times of my life. Like making a music recording in the Apple Store, being hit on by strange men, skipping down the street and singing Natasha Beddingfield at the top of our lungs:

These words are my own...
From my heart flow...
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you...

And I mean it, sincerely, truly, freely, and always.


Good night World,

J.

Arrrrrrrghhh.. did I do that right?

Happy talk like a pirate day!

No, I swear I didn't make that up. Click here for the official website.

I don't know about you, but when I hear pirate, I think Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Carribean.

God, I was in love with those movies when they first came out. I think I might need a refresher, I am thinking Blockbuster tonight. What? I gotta do my part to celebrate!
And no need to mention that it is Friday night and I am not going to be going out with my friends. Really, I need a break from my crazy, hectic schedule lately.

Really, really.

So here's a tribute to the only pirate that shivers me timbers.

Whatever that means.

The devil makes work for idle hands

I'm feeling restless.

I'm feeling like the world is waiting at my door, and I am taking too long to get dressed.

And I'm afraid, like an angry date, the world will get tired of waiting and leave before I can answer the door.

I want to write a book, but I have no patience for the second draft.

I want to save the world, but I want the change to be immediate.

I want to make a gourmet meal, but I want it to be instant.

I want to do everything.

Yet, here I sit, and I do nothing.

I feel like a car with a full tank of gas, with the keys dangling expectantly from the ignition, that sits idle. And before you know it it's out of gas and it hasn't gone anywhere.

I want to do something, anything.

I want, no I need, to have new experiences and to meet new people.

I want to do everything once.

And no, obviously I don't want to shoot up meth, and shoot someone for the fun of it and maybe even rob a bank.

I am full of empty anticipation.

I want to...

1. Go to a concert

2. Spend a year abroad

3. Write a best selling novel

4. Become a youtube celebrity

5. Host SNL

6. Go to Disneyland

7. Join a soccer team

8. Run a marathon

9. Go dancing

10. Stay out all night

11. Publish something

12. Be a guest on Oprah

13. Have my own talk show

14. Act in a movie

15. Be on the cover of a magazine

16. Go bungee jumping

17. Make new friends

18. Drive a car

... to be continued

On that Note...

So today was the first of many buscapades. I finally paid a visit to my alma matter (Okay, so I have only a vague idea what that is, but I'm assuming it means previous school..?) and to be honest, it kinda made me sad. Not in a danggit, I should have stayed here way, but more of a Wow, this place was a large part of my life for a long time and I'm really gonna miss it.
But you know what? That's okay. That chapter of my life is closed, and yes, I will miss it, but that doesn't mean I can't open it back up and reread it like a favorite Harry Potter book. Just as long as it doesn't stop me from writing the next chapter.
God I am feeling way too nostalgic.
I think I'm going to go get lost in a gigantic tub of caramel popcorn and some Law and Order SVU.
I love me some SVU (:

Obsession, not the perfume but just as strong

How could this happen? How could the world's most perfect couple break up?

Yes, I'm talking about Gossip Girl's Dan and Serena, and yes, I'll admit it, I'm a little obsessed.

It's just that Monday nights episode actually made me sad. The scene where they broke up was so emotional. And Gossip Girl isn't the kind of show that makes you feel anything. It's the one you watch and say, "Well this absolutely ridiculously fake," but you race to the TV set every Monday night at 8 anyways.

I guess I've just invested too much into their relationship. Their fake on-screen relationship that is. I hear they're together in real life, though :-O Ohhhhhh.

And I know this blog was pointless, but I felt I owed it to the memory of their relationship.

And God stop looking at me like I'm an idiot, I know it's just TV.

You know, I've always wanted to be on TV. OR at least for my life to resemble a TV show. So much drama, the people are so beautiful, the clothes expensive, the makeup flawless, and life is so exciting! Compared? My life seems so boring.
Maybe I'll move to Cali and waitress in a restaurant while I audition for shows and movies in my spare time. I'm sure I'll get something, even if it IS just a tiny little part and all they call me is Girl 7. Little things lead to bigger things, right? Forget journalism and law. I want to quit my (admittedly nonexistent) job, drop out of college, get in my car (Drivers ed starts saturday!), move to Hollywood, live on the outskirts of 90210 (yes! I love that show, too) and become the next Audrey Hepburn.

Realistic, not so much. Interesting, you betcha.

You know you love me (how gossip girl was THAT?!),

Jxxxx