First Impressions

I've always been a fan of first impressions. Maybe because I think I usually give a pretty good one. In middle school and high school I would always befriend the transfer students who didn't know anyone else. They didn't have a chance to know I wasn't the most popular or the prettiest. They just knew me as the girl that sought out to be their friend and only asked that they be her friend in return. Tomorrow I am traveling to DC and will be meeting many friends for the very first time. You may ask "How can you be friends with people if you've never met them?" Well I exist in the Twitterverse. Twitter allows for me to give the same first impression I was able to give to those transfer students. Tweeps (people on Twitter) don't know or care about my social status or how pretty I am. They care about my thoughts, ideas and my quirky personality. For the last few days I've had a warped view on how I was going to let people to interpret who I am. I have bought new clothes, shoes, accessories, makeup, etc. because I wanted everyone to see me as a stunning young woman. And I still do, but I guess I should let go of all of my superficial thoughts and allow people to be impressed by me for whatever reason they allow their hearts to see.

Luggage

As some of you know I'm going on a trip to Washington DC on Wednesday. So the princess that I am insisted on having a new suitcase. I looked everywhere and was willing to settle for the cutest one possible at every store. Not only did it have to meet carry on dimension requirements, but it also had to be fashionable. Fashionable and functional. I went from "Purple/White Polka Dots" to "Sophisticated Merlot" to "Jessica Simpson" to "Rampage's Love Letter Collection" suitcase. My mom had to laugh and say "When you go visit your future boyfriend(s) are you going to let his family see your lovey dovey suitcase?" I laughed and said "They'd just be happy a girl like me was dating their son." She couldn't argue with that. I've always had an interesting outlook on luggage. Until very recently I would only pack my belongings into a yellow duffel bag because that's what Lindsay Lohan used in "The Parent Trap". Yes, I knew that. I've seen that movie maybe 300 times. Not exaggerating. Now I'm moving on to RLLC. What does that say about me? That I'm clouded by my hopeless romantic attitude and can't even pick out luggage without adding it into the equation? Yeah, I think that's it. Now I'm off to fit 25 outfits, 10 pairs of shoes, and my cat into said suitcase! Okay I'm exaggerating, I can't take Indy.

God Bless,
Jenny J

Full Plate Weekend

I had such a wonderful night tonight with my favorite Yackers celebrating the Super Bowl! We ate mounds and mounds of food and are probably going to all gain 5 pounds each! I was cheering for the Patriots all night and was disappointed with the Giants victory. I'm not the biggest sports fan, but I enjoy a good game now and again and tonight I got just that. That last Hail Mary pass had me clenching my teeth with hope that the Patriots would score. Yes, I'm an eternal optimist! Gah, I've been so busy but have had a wonderful weekend! Now I should get to packing for DC on Wednesday!

God Bless,
Jenny J

Busy Weekend

Sorry, loyal readers! I didn't have time to write anything today. I will make it up to you tomorrow with 2 postings! Sorry, sorry, sorry!

God Bless,
Jenny J

Define the Line

"You're the best definition of good intentions."

Months ago I had to develop an attitude towards my friendships in order to protect myself and others from crossing the lines in friendships. This attitude is called my "I do friendly not flirty" policy. Honestly, I make a few exceptions to my rule because I'm young and have crushes..well actually only one crush, one exception. But besides that, I am naturally a friendly person especially when it comes to guys. I grew up with two brothers and could always instantly become friends with guys. I can discuss sports, politics, literature, you name it. I can also pretend I don't know anything about a particular subject if someone is more comfortable showing me the ropes or explaining something to me like they explain it to everyone else. I've always thought of myself as the "friend zone" girl that guys tell everything to and plead with to set them up with the pretty girls I'm friends with. Just like anyone knows, the friend zone is not always desired, but on the other side of the coin it can also be the safety zone. I won't tell you that guys and girls can be just friends, because I know this simply isn't true. But guys and girls can not cross the line and prioritize their friendship to look past simple attraction. They can also respect the other person's feelings and be gentle with them - keeping the friendship intact with no awkward occurrences. Flirting is a natural instinct, and as long as a person is not married, I'd say it's allowed. Be tactful, personable, and willing to accept the lines drawn. And guys, if it's me you're wanting to win over, be straightforward. I'll be honest with you, pinky promise! Good luck!

God Bless,
Jenny J

Unfinished Poems Series One: Love (Poem 5)

So welcome to February everyone! The month where hopeless romantics everywhere get to be sappy and talk about love while everyone else just has to deal. Or something like that. I've never been bitter about Valentine Season even though I've never had a Valentine. Love is something I look forward to and embrace! You should too! Here's another poem about love to get all of your angst out of the way now!

I don't understand.
I continually over analyze every single thing that you say
even though I tell myself it's a waste of time.
Do you really mean this?
Why did you say that?
Maybe I can - Stop?
Stop.
It's so one sided.
Must I have to be so careful about not letting my feelings for him
show through the cracks in my words?
Is it really my burden to bear?
Where are his struggles, his agitations, his desires -
to not allow me to stop talking because he wants my words to linger in his ears -
I'm not afraid they're missing.
I'm afraid they never will exist.


God Bless,
Jenny J

Dressing Room

I've always been fascinated with dressing rooms. I like trying on clothes and discovering myself through fashion. Fashion allows me to transform into anyone I want to be. I remember when I was younger I would go to resale shops and grab maybe a hundred things to try on. These dressing rooms were magical rooms surrounded in mirrors where I was able to see a myself a hundred times. Trying on clothes is a crucial experience in a girl's life. It allows her to self define who she wants to be. I still do it every once and a while and pretend to be who I want to be. I was shopping the other day and just needed a pick me up. I went through the clothes and couldn't find anything I particularly wanted to try on. So I went to the other side where the underwear and bras were on display. The typical womanly articles. I see this girl who is shopping with her mom and best friend. I hide between the racks pretending not to be seen. The girl is tom boyish and maybe a size 5. She is looking at pantyhose and Spanx and is gossiping about some other friend. Her friend is also tom boyish and her mom is giving them space. The girl seems out of place shopping here in this section. I feel like I'm being nosy and decide to mind my own business, so I grab a handful of bras and sneak into the dressing room unnoticed. The dressing room became like a therapy session. All of my worries were being tossed aside like the hangers of the bras. I stood and looked at my body and who I was as a woman. I found contentment. I've always been thin enough. Pretty enough. Confident enough - to continue onward. I hear the dressing room door beside me open and shut. It's the girl. She lets out a big sigh and her pain and insecurities transfer over to me. Oh how I've been there. Her mom can be heard shouting outside the door to her inside saying she has bras for her to try on. She confides in her mom that she looks like a boy. She curses loudly and begins to rehash the story about how her hairdresser messed up her hair and was forced to give her a boyish style. Her mom sympathetically agrees with the girl's anger and insists that she try on the bras. The girl curses again and begins to yell because her mom grabbed the smallest size available. She didn't want to be the smallest size available. She wanted to be womanly. She insisted that she wore a "D size" which simply wasn't the case, but she's allowed to pretend to be who ever she wants to be in the dressing room. Her mom laughed and said that was simply impossible. Although I agreed with the mom, I thought it would be important for the girl to figure this out on her own. A "D size" doesn't make her any more of a woman than she already is, I knew this. But did she? She soon sighed again, to her disappointment she found this out. I tried using my telekinesis to tell her that it will be okay and that she was beautiful just as she was. I gathered all of my belongings and we were both out of the dressing rooms at the same time I smiled at her to signal that I knew how she felt and that I sympathized. I walked away with hope in my heart that I made her day better.     

God Bless,
Jenny J