I Hate Boys.

Tonight, at the basketball game, I was standing with Erinn and Brittany.
We were having fun, minding our own business, when stupid boys had to ruin it.

First, they just started tapping me; whatever.
I was fine with that.
But when they started grabbing my butt, it was too much.
I turned around and I said, "don't. do it again, and i will do something about it."
So I turned back to the game, kept watching.
One of them did it again. I turned around and shoved him down and I got in his face.
"Do not touch me. Do not think about touching me. Do not look at me. Do not think about looking at me. Do it, I will do something more about it."
And he had the nerve to say
"You mean your boyfriend will do something about it."
Then I got pissed
"No. I'm sure he would, but I don't need him too. I'm a whole lot tougher than you think I am. I will kick your ass. Do not mess with me. I will mess back."

I don't like resorting to that type of language, nor that type of violence, but sometimes;
I HATE boys.

Another Hollywood Plastic

So after softball season next summer, I will be another hollywood plastic.
Sick.


I'm supposed to have reconstructive surgery on my nose because of how the girl -- that like punched me in basketball -- hit the bone.
It's making it hard to breathe out one side.
This is not normal; my doctor wants me to have plastic surgery.
I am not excited.


Never have I liked my nose, but it was me.
And now, I'll just be another model of another perfect nose.
Ugh.
This is frustrating.



"So much change can mean that nothing changes. And sometimes change is good. And, oh, sometimes change is everything." -Merideth Gray, Gray's Anatomy

I'm back. As me.

After a long time of keeping my thoughts to myself, I’m a blogger again. Boy, this could be interesting. I used to just write these for myself – to look back on – but now, I want others to see them. Well, at least I think I do.

Just so you -- whoever you are – know, I’m hard to understand. My thinking process is elaborate, and most of the time, I’m really not sure what to make of myself. Either I’m a genius or I have mental issues; maybe both. Either way, I don’t expect you or anyone to understand what I say in any of my blogs. Some will be very deep and emotional and you probably won’t understand most of that. Some will be shallow; not so hard to understand, ya know?

Anyway. Hi. I’m Jordan. Just Jordan. But call me what you’d like. Nicknames that have been already thought up that you may use include: Jojo, Joie, Josie, Dan, Nicole, Nicky. But hey, if you want to call me Cheryl, go ahead and call me Cheryl. I really don’t care because my name doesn’t define me. I define me. So who is me?

Me. Hm. I’m eccentric and over the top. I’m a drama queen and it shows. But I’m only a drama queen about little things; sometimes think I over exaggerate my life, but no, it really just sucks, more or less. I’m a thinker, writer, actress, singer artist, and a lover. Now, I’m not saying that I’m good at any of these things, they are just things I love to do or be.

All that said, don’t expect much from me. I won’t change to fit your standards and, truthfully, I find it odd that you’ll expect me to. So hey, I’m Jordan. Just Jordan. Slash Jojo, Joie, Josie, Dan, Nicole, Nicky, and yes, even Cheryl. Be my friend?- - - - - -


So this is a two-part blog in one, since the first wasn’t really a “blog,” it was an introduction. But if you’re reading this, I’m thinking you didn’t need an introduction in the first place. Yup.

Okay. So speech practice today. Competition in 9 days. SCARY! Ahh.
But Schiller and I practiced our acting. We’re doing Garden State. (Love that movie; if you haven’t seen it, watch it. Now.)
And today was the first day we “practiced” the kissing part. Awkward, much? Best friends, kissing, girl has boyfriend. Yeahhhh.
But I mean, whatever, it’s just acting. It’s just a simple kiss.
So whatever.

Wow. This blog sucks.
If you read this far, thanks for loving me this much.
I promise, I’ll get back in the swing of things, sooner or later.
My writing will improve.




“You are a hummingbird. Except, don’t fly backwards. Take your dreams as the wind and soar to beautiful places, you beautiful little bird. You may be small in this world, but you can do great things.” – Granny Kaye.