A little about me:
My name is Jodie. I'm a young girl trying to put my life together and figure out where i'm going. I love obese cats, dressing up, and art. This blog is just my place to rant and throw my feelings out into the world. This is my safety zone, i won't hold back what i'm feeling for anything. I guess this is like a personal diary to me, that anyone is free to read. I think life is beautiful, and at the moment i'm spending my time putting mine together.
Madame Cook.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009, 3:26 PM
Bonjour, mon ami. For all of you that don't speak French, that means "hello, my friend." Why am i speaking french? Because today, my French class had a Crepe party. (i'm so sorry for my terrible spelling sometimes.) Anyways, it was fun, and my stomach yelled at me even after just one crepe. It was delicious though. My crepe contained sugar/cinnamon, a small amount of chocolate sauce, strawberry juice, and whipped cream. :)<3>
You're probably wondering why i'm telling you this. Well, when i was cooking my crepe on the small stove provided for us, I was noticing that a bunch of people were complimenting me on how perfect mine turned out. And it got me to thinking. I think it'd be fun to be a cook! I love making weird combinations of food, and I don't mean to boast or brag, but i'm pretty good at it too. So, hey. Maybe i found my career path, finally. But who knows, by tomorrow i could think totally differently.
that's just my little post today.
I've had SERIOUS writer's block lately.
D:
Labels: Career, French
Gravity.
Friday, October 23, 2009, 5:17 PM
I guess you could say, i found gravity today. And by that, i mean as i was walking in between classes, my foot slipped out from under me, and i fell down a flight of stairs. This specific flight of stairs only had four steps, you see. And i butt-bounced down all of them. So i lay there, my legs sticking out into the open hallway, and my head in a corner, wondering if this really happened. My ankle had twisted in a very intense position, and i'm surprised my pants didn't rip. I started crying, out of peer laughter. I imagined how funny i looked. People walked around the corner, and just seen this big girl laying on the ground. The crazy thing is, i realized i wasn't the least bit embarassed. I just found it hysterical how clumsy i can be sometimes. So, that was my little moment today.
I'm so excited that i made a blog, whether anyone actually reads it or not, I'm just glad i found a place where i can write anything i want. I don't think i'd be able to live without some form of creative expression. My writing, and my art are my ways of escaping every emotion inside me. Otherwise, everything just builds up. Because if you ever got to know me, you'd know i'm not the type of person to spill out my life to others. So i get things out by creation.
Well, i'm done ranting for now.
:) <3>
Life's Starting Line.
Thursday, October 22, 2009, 3:10 PM
i've sunken into a strange world this past month. a world that not even i am familiar with. My emotions have been in a bind, and i've felt lost. I walk down my high school's hallways, feeling more out of place then when i'm in the most crowded part of a city. All the people around me carry on with their lives, feeling the same emotions and the same lifestyle as every other day. I, i walk into school everyday feeling like it's my first day alive. i find myself listening to every little sound, and paying attention to every moving detail. I touch every surface in front of me. I taste every new food i've never seen before. I pay attention to the music playing from someone's headphones across the class from me, that are turned up a bit too loud. Sometimes i even think i forget how to move my feet, because my brain is so over loaded with new discoveries. I sit here, feeling like i'm at life's starting line.
But the question that always flutters my mind is, am i alone? Do other people feel this as well? what DO other people feel? Did they have a rough morning, full of tears? Did their dog run away, or their mom didn't tell them she loved them? Did their favorite pair of jeans get ruined in the wash, or did their goldfish die? What about the kids with smiles on their faces. Did they wake up to a "good morning" text from the one they love? Did they find $10 in their pocket that they don't remember leaving there? Or is it all an act? are they as unhappy as those less fortunate?
My mind always wonders how other people see the world. What they feel, what they see, what their life is like. What's so different about their life, compared to mine. Somedays I just wish i could transport into someone's body and see. I want to be able to read someone's mind, and know exactly what's going on in their head. Is there something they're hiding, something i can help with? or something that could be life changing?
I'll probably never know the truth, but i say, there isn't a single moment that passes where i don't wonder. The single moment that i think i've got things figured out, i'm always proven wrong. I get flung back to the beginning, not knowing about anything. I get flung back to feeling like i'm at,
Life's Starting Line.
