Jade's Sole Entry
my name is jade and i am fourteen years old. my age is a cliche, and i know it, and im sorry if that bothers you. but if you are going to judge me, judge me by something other than my age.
i am not positive what sort of meaningful thing you mean for me to write about, but let's see. i have a lot. there are of course my friends, my family, my boyfriend/best friend, etc etc etc. but since that is all generic and expected, i will write about other things.
my most meaningful material item would be my blanket, who has been ever-so-originally christened blankie. i did not actually mean to name him blankie, but i was little and thought it would be funny to call him blankie because everyone did that. and the name just stuck. so in essence, blankie is a very young child's satire on blankies.
interests. hmm. well let's see...first and foremost, i love to write. without writing, i most likely would burst. literally, too. i like to play tennis, and go for long walks while eating green apples, and do pilates, and sleep longer than normal, and run, and be with my friends, and make out (im a pervert, really, i am), and i LOVE music. my favorite band in the whole wide world is the pixies, closely followed by dinosaur jr. blink 182 was my first favorite, and i am pretty fucking sad that they broke up. lately i have also been listening to a lot of classical music ( its what i am listening to right now.) my favorite cd is sparkle and fade by everclear. i used to listen to it at the beach and sing at the top of my lungs from the gazebo. i didn't think anyone could hear me, but unfortunately, i was wrong. i love to sing and i love the beach. i am not a particularly great singer, but i do it all the time. i sing to myself whenever i am alone, and people walking by think i am crazy, because i walk through the highschool mumbling to a tune.
my diary=love. i got diary love. it is my emotional outlet, and it also helps me perfect my writing skills. in relation to my actual life....well, it is pretty acurate. it is mostly emotions, and none are exaggerated or anything. you probably won't learn what i do on a daily basis or that i bite my nails, but you will learn a lot more about me than most people ever get to.
romance. romance is good. i am in love, and i mean it. really i do. don't tell me im not, because i know with all my heart i am, and it is one of those things you just know. my boyfriend, whose name is mike, and i have been together for a few months over a year, and he is wonderful. we have a lot of fun together, whether we are making fun of each other or kissing feverishly. he is really sweet, and when hes got his shirt off he puts greek gods to shame. i am pretty damn lucky. i write about him a lot.
school. school is boring. i dislike school. im no moron though; far-from. i get good grades, as if anyone but me cares. i love french, but thats about it. if i was born with any gift, it was the gift for language. health is good too, actually, but thats just because 'flacid penis' is about the funniest phrase in the english language. the first time our teacher said flacid, everything was all serious and work-like, and i burst out laughing really hard, and it was funny stuff. just say it. flacid penis. HA!
how ironic; i wrote more about penises in my school paragraph than about school. well, school can go suck a flacid penis. just to tie the whole theme together.
family. i like my family. i have two brothers. one is a nine year old and a tortured artist in the making, and the other is eleven and the definition of 'popular kid.' i love him though; we have great fun together. my mom i love. my dad and i fight but i love him too. my parents have great musical taste; at least half my cds were stolen from them. my mom introduced me to the pixies. she saw them when she was pregnant with me; lucky bitch. my non-immediate family mostly ignores me at large get togethers. i don't like large get-togethers in the least. i am half german and half irish, and i have a great aunt and uncle who were kicked out of ireland for ties to the IRA. so my family is pretty damn cool in some respects.
i like review sites. i have one. i am not a review whore though at all, and i think 99.999999999% of review sites suck. i hate review sites who ALL use the same scoring, or whose reviewers have no grasp of how to write themselves, or when contact and content count for almost the same amount of points. (i like yours though, thats why i requested.)
i seem to have already mentioned most of this section. oops. well, my favorite color is green, the kind the leaves are in the middle of july. but the best crayon color is by far cerulean. my favorite music type is......music? i don't know. i like most of it. i detest metal and country. i hate most eighties music, and hairbands, and pop. i hate shitty sell out bands, and though i like emo music, i think the scene is a joke. i hate rap. i almost forgot to mention that one; i generally don;t even consider it music. poetry sometimes, but not music.
my favorite food is cannolis. oh my god. i love cannolis. its a good thing i dont get hold of them often; i could be enormous if i had access to canollis on a regular basis. my everyday-vices are bagels (pumpernickel especially), peanut butter, jam (but NEVER with peanut butter), graham crackers, and banana bread. i am pretty healthy food-wise. i make it a point to be.
you know what interests me above all? people do. the way they work. some are so fucked up, and some are so kind, and some are so shy, and i would really like to know what makes all that tick, apart from personal experiences. i can tell a lot about a person without knowing them. it makes me judgmental in a way, but i am also right about people pretty often. i am considering becoming a psychologist when i grow up, because the human mind absolutely fascinates me. everything about it. what makes us different from animals, what makes us cry, what scars us for life. i think about myself a lot, trying to figure out why i am how i am, and as a result i know my own mind very well. knowing yourself is underrated; it is not easy, but it is important.
so there you go. a sole entry. completely different from the style you will see in my diary, but now you know the everyday me. because i don't spend life speaking in metaphors. sorry it was so long, and i hope you enjoy my diary!