Train.

SO. My favorite music ever ever ever ever forever always to infinity and beyond is Train. I am so obsessed, you have NO idea.

That being said I just wanted to share a few of my favorite songs of theirs.

1. The Finish Line
2. Umbrella
3. Words
4. This Ain't Goodbye
5. Meet Virginia

Also, yes. the first two are links. BECAUSE IF YOU HAVENT HEARD THEM YOU NEED TO GET OUT FROM UNDER THAT ROCK YOUR LIVING UNDER AND HEAR THEM! The other 3 songs are equally wonderful, but if you want to listen to them, find them yourself! and then find every other train song ever written... because THEY FREAKING ROCK.

A Beastly Situation.

So. Let me catch you up.

I'm not going to Prom.

Because my boyfriend is busy performing that night.

Performing in a show where he may or may not be kissing another girl.

Okay, so maybe this isn't a big deal. ( ha, ya right. It's a big deal. and don't you dare judge me, because if you were in my shoes, I guarantee you would hate it just as much as I do)

I cried a little bit when I found out we weren't going to prom. I cried a lot a bit when I found out he is possibly kissing another girl for the show. (Just because its "acting" doesn't mean it doesn't hurt...just saying.)

I am trying so hard to be happy for him, he is so happy about his role, but the truth is, I just want this whole show to be over.

Most everybody I have talked to about it, just tell me to suck it up and trust him. Its not an issue of trust. I have no fear that he is going to fall for this girl. I JUST DON'T WANT HIM KISSING HER. That's normal, right? To not want your boyfriend kissing anyone besides yourself? I don't think that is unreasonable.

So, ya, I guess blogging about it doesn't help anything. It's not like I have any say. I can't change it so why bother worrying...

P.S. let me explain the title. He is doing Beauty and the Beast and He is Beast. Get it now?

Its Just Me.

I have sat here and re wrote this post seven times now. I seriously can not explain this photo. Or my reasons for this. I guess, I was bored?

Today, it was warm.

I walked out of the building after the pep assembly expecting to be cold because I had left my jacket in the classroom, but to my surprise, it was warm.

I could feel the warmth of the sun on my back. I literally felt vitamin d soaking into my body. There is something about that feeling that just makes me want to scream "GOD IS SO GOOD TO ME" Its literally how I feel God's love the most, I think.

Ever since then, I have been full of joy. Not one bitter or angry feeling has crept into my pleasant world this afternoon.

Another contribution to that joy is the fact that we spent a lot of the afternoon working on our plans for London this coming summer. We got my passport stuff all sent in, found a flight and hotel, and just got excited to go. :)

Now I am about to go downstairs and watch "Shakespeare In Love" with my mommy and have a wonderful friday night in. ( As are all my friday nights anymore)

I hope you had an equally joyful day.

-Jessie

Dear High School Student,

The time for re-enrollment has begun....blah blah blah blah blah...

What?! Already? Second semester has been all of 10 (ish) days and already we are enrolling for next year? RI.DI.CU.LOUS.

I do not want to think about senior year yet. Unfortunately. I am being forced to plan it all out already.

YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE REALLY BOTHERS ME. The fact that when you enroll you have to pick an area of focus. What the crap is that about?? Isn't high school a time to experiment and try new things. Not stick to one specific area. How are we supposed to know if we like culinary arts better than.... broadcasting, if we are discouraged from trying both. I mean they can't tell me I can't take different classes, but they discourage us from it. Its just dumb. It isn't necessary to have your entire life goals (job and such) decided in high school. I am 16. Why should I pick my career now? What I do in high school, doesn't have to define who I will be for the rest of my life.

Bah. I guess the real problem is...I don't want to think about the fact that I have a whole year of high school still to accomplish.

I have no cool ending statement. So. uhm. The End?

don't hold your breath.

I have promised to blog about certain things at a later date.

This is me saying "don't count on it"

I have a bad problem with following up on that kind of thing.

Like how I said this blog would speak of Glee.

I really did think it would.

But, as you can see. Not one Glee post.

Also, I need a place to scream. So if you don't mind editing the next sentence to "I do not like" instead of "hate" That will probably convey my true feelings better. But screaming "I do not like" is not nearly as satisfying.

so....

I HATE MY ENGLISH TEACHER!!!!!

Remembering.

So tonight, like 5 minutes ago actually, I got into a conversation about my "story." I don't have the most interesting life.

I am a born and raised MO child.

There are only two parts of my story I feel have any worth telling.

1. The fact that I was adopted. (maybe a story for another post) &&
2. The story about the girl from Belarus that stayed with my family for 3 summers.

The second is the one I will be blogging about tonight. I don't have a whole lot to say. Really, just the facts. She is a year younger than me. She lives in Belarus (a small country between Poland and Russia.) And she is, for all intents and purposes, my sister. I haven't seen or spoken to her in almost five years, but I think about her often. She didn't speak any english. We bonded over The Lizzie McGuire Movie and other Disney classics. We fought a lot, but we still loved each other. She has a brother in Belarus, but other than that, no siblings. One day, she told the interpreter that she has a sister. She described the girl she called her sister, and it was very obvious that she was speaking of me. I love and miss that girl so much.

For every summer she was here, it added 7 years onto her life. In case you can't do that math. We gave that beautiful, joyful, amazing girl 21 more years to live. It wasn't hard. A little expensive, but worth it, because the truth is, she affected me and my life just as much, if not more.

There are plenty of things I could say about this girl, but words aren't enough.

Here are just a few pictures of the two of us.