Peace, Pearls, and Pretzels?

I guess since this is my first blog, I have the right to make it lengthy. So, let me tell some things about my self.

Jessie Lynn Smith, 16, yada yada yada.

Using mustaches, I will now list the places I've lived:

The mustache on the lower left of Louisiana in Abbeville. Lived there until I was 4. The 'stache over Texas is where I lived in Ennis until a month before my 8th birthday. The peach fuzz towards the middle is Church Point, and the one towards the top is Bossier City. Now, the facial hair to the left, on the west coast, is my current home since 97 days ago…

 I walked out of the Ontario, California airport to my new "home". I still remember the excitement of getting off the plane to smell California air. I walked out the automatic sliding doors of the airport, took a big breath of west coast air and…. COUGHCOUGHCOUGH. Yuh see, in Louisiana, the law is you can't smoke within a certain amount of feet from a building. I found out this is not the case in Cali. I was so mad. My automatic first thought was that the smoke was a bad omen, so I became close-minded right away. Not to mention that in the next week I found out it would be weeks before we could move into our house, my school was the work of satan, and I was soo lonesome for flavorful, cajun cuisine.. Oh, and my family and friends. The next 6 weeks, I switched schools to a small (emphasis on small) private school, moved into my midget castle of a house, and ate SOOOO much Del Taco, or as I like to call it, Generic Taco Bell. 

It was really nice when my friends would tell me they still looked for me in the halls of Parkway High School. I felt loved and missed and lonesome. I was miserable. I wanted to go HOME. My mom would say, "You are home!" But I couldn't accept the fact I was 28 hours from the greatest place on earth. I was in a house. Not a home, a house. No amount of paint on the walls or pictures hung could change the fact I was going to be wandering the desert for 19 months. I already "knew" the misfortune that awaited me…

..So I thought. Looking back on those crappy first few weeks, I realize that I was the ONLY one who was making myself feel so bad. I just kept reminding myself and dwelling on all the things I was missing out on in Louisiana, not the things I would get the opportunity to experience in California. I've heard "It's amazing how well you fit in here!" countless times. I'm loved. I love being loved.

Other than loving soft pretzels and living in California, there aren't many interesting things about me, other than:
-I have the skin tone comparable to an albino.
-I have a two year old godson named Asa John George, who's sorta my black pride and joy.
-My dad passed away on father's day 2009 of a heart attack, and I still have to remind myself he's gone because it seems like just yesterday.
-I have two extremely muscular (single) brothers, who are both my heroes in different ways.
-I can honestly say that I'm not like many girls you've met. I can't count on my fingers the things that make me mad.
-I think the cutest date in the world is stocking up on candy, driving to somewhere in Narnia, sitting on the hood and talking.
-I understand football almost completely.
-And I do not understand girls one BIT. (Why leave your best friends to a boy? Why get mad at your boyfriend for hanging out with his friends? Why can't he talk to girls?)
-I doubt people will read about my ridiculous life

Now, the sign-off. It makes or breaks the blog. Well, actually, I don't know if it makes or breaks it, but for dramatic effect, it does. I have complete faith in my sign-off. It's the only two things you need to do in life.

Love & Creep

Jess