"Hey! What's Going On?"

I know I haven't written in a very long time, but it is mostly because sometimes I just don't feel like drawing pictures. Trust me, I have had numerous ideas for a blog topic, but it always fails. When I sit down to draw the pictures, it goes something like this:

I begin to draw, and sometime within 30 seconds, this happens:

Except I have no mouth, so it's more like this:

I get so depressed as I face the fact that I let my readers down. How could I do such a thing? They depend on me so much to bring humor and joy into the lives, and I am not doing so.

Photo Credit: ImageShack

By the way, I watched Tangled, and I thought it was the cutest movie ever.

Anyway, back to the point, I would feel miserable, and then I would have these moments where I had sudden epiphanies. It's my blog! I don't have to draw pictures! I can use real pictures! I can use no pictures and be just as hilarious and awesome with only words!

Let me tell you what I have been up to: I decided to run for President of the United States. I think I have a better platform then all of the candidates out there! I am running for a third party: the Nerditerians! I believe that we need to focus on more important issues like making Pluto a planet again so Sailor Pluto does indeed have a place on Sailor Moon. I also think our education system is lacking. It's a sad day when people don't know the original 150 Pokémon. Look, I have a campaign poster already made.

Photo taken by: Bellezza Photography. Edited by: Canaan Hess

Then, I realized I am fourteen years younger than the requirement. Maybe in a few more elections, but I may lose interest by then.

I also got addicted to Skyrim. I am waiting for Grant to get done playing it so I can play.

Oh, and I started dating someone. His name is Grant.

Photo taken by: Bellezza Photography

He's pretty cool. We're going to start a blog together, and you should read it when that happens.

I really just wanted to blog. I really have no story. The end.

UNDER MY UMBRELLA! ELLA! ELLA! EH! EH! EH!

In the words of For All Those Sleeping, "I'm Not Dead Yet". By the way, For All Those Sleeping is a FANTASTIC band I discovered at The All Stars Tour which is tour with blessthefall that I mentioned in my previous post. Don't you guys love how I'm so narcissistic and always link back to a previous post? Anyway, we'll get to all of that in a minute because I know you're dying for updates on how that concert went (I'm pretending you are at least so I can blog more about Elliott).

Some of you have clearly expressed your discontent with my lack of blogging, so I can only assume there are others wondering if I slipped into a coma, gave birth to twin cyborg griffins, or have actually been busy with my new life of being Green Lantern. None of those have actually happened. What did happen? Absolutely nothing. I had a summer job that I wish could say attributed to the lack of blogging, but it really didn't because I loved that job. Truth is, I was just lackadaisical (is anyone else excited that I used that word?).

Source for Bruno Mars picture: SweetLyrics.com

Yes, in my state of inactivity, I heard a slew of what I will take to be compliments about how I needed to blog again. Believe me when I say I love you all, and I tried to keep you satisfied. However, things tended to go awry.

It would start off with me thinking you guys are awesome, and I want to keep you smiling.

Therefore, an idea would happen, and I would get excited to write about it.

However, deeper consideration on if the story was really entertaining as well as time consuming drawings that a five-year-old could do made me get frustrated.

I didn't want to blog anymore.

I would allow myself to get distracted by interesting inquiries to give me a break.

Usually this investigation was music related, like discovering a new song, and making it an aspiration to learn every word to that song. Something like this would result:

Before I knew it, it was two o'clock in the morning.

Oh my gosh, why do I keep taking these pictures of myself?

Here's a picture of a fox named Pickles.

Did you guys like that? It was my way of showing off my new hair style. I got it cut again since last post, and yes I did dye it black. You kind of can't really tell I dyed it though because my hair apparently does not take dye well.

Well, there was my reason for not blogging. Not much of a story, but hey at least you guys got to listen to A Skylit Drive and see the cutest stuffed animal ever.

I do have a story, if you are interested. It is a little short, but entertaining nonetheless.

I was walking back to my apartment the other night (because I'm back at school now). I was hanging with some friends, and I guess while I was over there, the terrorists decided to unleash an attack by using the weather. Yes, it was raining pretty nasty. It was also cold. I was unprepared for this... greatly unprepared.

As I walked back to my apartment with my arms wrapped around me as I insulted myself for not bringing at least a hoodie, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see a guy walking with an umbrella. We were the only two on the sidewalk. In fact, we were the only two to be seen anywhere on campus at that moment. We were walking the same direction and I was approximately five feet in front of him. I knew he saw me, so I waited for the gracious invitation to share his umbrella.

Alright, so maybe that last one didn't happen. Instead, I just glanced back on our walk as this man never shared his umbrella with me and I got soaked. I expected maybe to make a new friend as well as stay dry. What happened instead resulted in me returning to my room, soaked, crawling underneath my green comforter, and inwardly expressing my concern for humanity.

"Jor, that's not fair! What if he was shy?" Shyness is no excuse to not be nice. "Well, what if he had a girlfriend?" I'll pray that God delivers her. "JORDAN! THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!" So was you ending that sentence with a preposition.

I just had a conversation with myself. I'm losing my mind.

I'm sorry I just think it's sad that things like this have caused me to believe that the only example of chivalry I have experienced is some guys protecting me from getting trampled by a mosh pit.

Speaking of which, do you guys want your brief update on how amazing the blessthefall show was? OF COURSE YOU DO! Blessthefall was amazing (as well as Sleeping With Sirens, For All Those Sleeping, For Today, and some other bands). Okay, so Elliott and I aren't married yet, and I know why. I stupidly forgot that rocking out in a crowd of sweaty people is not going to make you so presentable. Heather and I were so blessed because we just happened to walk right past Elliott. We weren't paying attention as he commented on our blessthefall gear. We said thanks and looked up as he walked away only to realize who it was. We followed him, got his autograph, and did the whole picture thing. I stupidly didn't know what to say to him except that we had mutual friends. Who doesn't these days, you know? Anyway, look at this horrid picture of me, but beautiful as always of Elliott.

See why we're not married, yet? It's okay... next time I'll be prepared. I am working on a letter of my devotion to give to him. He will fall in love with me... I mean he already is, he'll just admit it after he has the assurance that I will love him forever.

Heather and I have an updated picture together now.

Oh, and she is single. Wait, this isn't up-to-date... I cut my hair again. MAN!

Speaking of not up-to-date, who votes we take new pictures for the blog's homepage? It's way out of date?

AND SPEAKING OF MY BLOG, check this out:

This is my blog's stats. I don't know how I got that many readers, but that's amazing. I'm honored that I can appeal to a wide variety of countries. Pretty sure I don't know anyone in Canada, Kenya, Singapore, Argentina, India, or Russia. That's pretty sweet though.

With that being said, I apparently have so many people checking this thing out, but why only fourteen followers? We should fix this! I'll show you how.

(See what I did with the whole "Inception" thing)

Follow my blog because wombats are deadly.

Picture Source: The LAWW Review

I apologize for the length of this blog. I will not apologize for all the talk about wombats; you needed to be educated.

My Favorite Things: Sims, blessthefall, Grandma, and Other Things!

I really wish I had more motivation to do the drawings for my blog. They are fun, but they make it so hard to blog at times. I think they add the humor to them, and I feel like my blog needs them. Then, I thought, forget it! It's my blog, and I do what I want! Drawings or not, I can still make this enjoyable cause I'm Jordan and I'm awesome like that. Get over it!

Well, my last post is a little depressing due to the fact that Kevin and I are no longer together. Yes, that is right, I was flat out dumped. It was my first time being dumped. He said I could tell everyone that I dumped him if I wanted to, but I don't want to lie to you all. I do not want to go into it, but at this point, I do not think him and I will be able to be friends. It's different because I usually stay friends with my ex-boyfriends, but this time is just a little different. I'd like to tell you all I took this break up with maturity and dignity, but I didn't. I'm bitter, and I will admit it.

The point is when real life does not work out the way I imagined, I cope by playing The Sims 3.

Now, I get people asking why I want to play The Sims 3 when I could do all of that stuff (like watch TV or play on the computer). That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Okay, I can't pull a book out of my butt that magically teaches me how cook just by reading it in real life. I can't randomly acquire 50,000 bucks by typing in a magical life code in real life. I can't live in the same neighborhood as my friend from Finland in real life. I can't get married in real life. I can't live across the street from Elliott Gruenberg from blessthefall and be best friends with him in real life.

There's me and Elliott Gruenberg eating grilled salmon. I don't even like salmon in real life. Trump for the Sims. (Yes, I did make Sims for all of the members of blessthefall)

Let's be honest, I may have destroyed a certain Sim I made that resembled a certain ex and moved Elliott into his house.

Maybe it's not a good coping mechanism, but I like it! I like that I can be an awesome writer and journalist. I like that I can be married to Elliott Gruenberg and have his children.

I like that Elliott Gruenberg and I are friends on that game. We could be friends in real life. We may just go ahead and be friends in real life. I will hopefully get to meet him  at the All Stars Tour in Louisville. I think the members of blessthefall and I are ready to be best friends. I mean we tweeted each other, we're obviously wanting to connect.

I went into giddy school girl mode when I got this email.

(By the way I have a twitter now if you want to follow me)

I'm really excited about this concert, not only for the obvious reason of seeing my future husband Elliott and the rest of blessthefall, but because my friend Heather is going with me. Heather is totally rad. I've known her since I was like 14 or 15. Do you know what that means? She stuck with me during the last few years of puberty. She used to be in this awesome band, and she has always been beautiful and totally amazing. I don't get to see her much now that I am in college, but when I do see her, it's like Christmas.

This is me and Heather when I was sixteen. I'm not sure how old she would have been here.

Can you believe that this is the only picture I could find of us together? We both look totally different now. Heather has awesome blonde hair now. I don't have a picture, and I am not sure if she would let me share one of her pictures (I'm allowed to share the above one though because it's mine haha), but I do have my own Sims version of Heather!

I made her married to Jared Warth from blessthefall. I don't know if she would want that, but she likes blessthefall, and he's REALLY awesome (I will have to tell my story of me meeting Jared some other time). Yeah, he looks a lot like Elliott, but the Create-A-Sim is not very awesome/hardcore friendly.

Not only does Heather look different, but I look different to. You guys are all like, "Yeah, we know!" Well... maybe you do, maybe you don't! I got a haircut since last time I wrote a blog. Do you want to see? Okay!

My accurately portrayed Sim is upset because she is using a Windows computer. Let's fix this.

See much happier now that we have a Mac!

Oh, you wanted real life pictures? Well, gee! Has this blog taught you nothing?

I cut it as a symbol/reminder that this is a new start. I just went through a tough break up that brought guilt and insecurity (as harsh as that may sound, it's true, I'm sorry). I am getting ready to start my senior year in college and then out into "the real world" as they call it. It's a new chapter for me. Let's not dwell on the past.

Despite a previous post about me not wanting to straighten my hair, this hairstyle actually takes a little more work to get my curls to look right, so I have been keeping it straight. I say this because it was raining today, and since I lose and/or break every umbrella I've ever owned and it was way too hot to wear a jacket, I wore a hat today.

I thought I looked like Lauri Ylönen from The Rasmus (without the beard of course).

Here's Lauri Ylönen in case you didn't know.

(Source)

After this, I wondered if I should dye my hair black again. I'm leaning towards yes, but I'm already getting called a scene kid enough as it is. Don't get me wrong, I like scene kids. I think scene boys are the most attractive of them all. Speaking of which, I got called beautiful by a scene boy today. That has never happened before. My ego is now out the roof.

Wow, off topic. My ADD blog was so accurate. I actually keep getting A- marks on my papers at school because they aren't organized enough. Luckily, we don't get grades on blogs, but even if we did, mine would still be A+ quality.

OKAY TRYING TO GET BACK TO THE POINT AGAIN! Anyway, I want to know what you guys think about dying my hair. I wanted to make an awesome poll to put in the blog, but I am not sure how. I could draw one.

But that means everyone would have to save the image, draw their vote in on paint/paintbrush/some other program, send it back to me, and I would have to count. That's just too much work for both parties.

I suppose I could Google how to do this, but it's getting late, and I don't feel like it.

I know this blog has an option to make a poll, but it puts it on the whole blog instead of just this one post, and I only want my dedicated readers to have a say.

Therefore, the best option is just to comment and tell me I suppose. Grandma swears up and down it's already black, but I promise you it's not.

Speaking of her, it's officially her 78th birthday! Happy birthday Grandma! I love you! In honor of her birthday, I am linking to the previous post dedicated to her.

Yes, I did link to four previous blog entries of my own. No, I am not ashamed. If Elliott Gruenberg EVER reads this blog post, then yes, I will be ashamed.

I'm Just Royally Crazy Is What I Am

Can you believe how long it has been since I have blogged? I am so ashamed of myself that I might go into hiding. Actually, I won't because that is pretty much what not blogging did for me to you faithful readers that I love (oh and if you're a new reader, I love you too). It's been so long that my natural hair color is back... how crazy is that? Anyway, there has been a lot going on, which I will reveal to you some in this blog and some in blogs to come.

I guess the biggest reason I haven't been writing is just the chaos of school and me being a procrastinator. I had all of these things I needed to do as well as prepare for finals that I just got overwhelmed. My grades were still pretty decent, but not as great as normal/as great as I would have liked. However, one of my higher grades was surprising: creative writing. I had basically took it as just an elective because I needed more hours to fill.

Now I am convinced that there is a superior writer inside of me just waiting to emerge, and I will stop at nothing to make sure that writer is birthed! I thought back to things I had learned in class on how a good writer practices everyday and such. However, there was one thing I remember our professor saying that stuck out more than the other things.

Why did this stick out to me so much? It was because of my reaction I had in class.

Do not get me wrong, I don't DISLIKE reading. I quite enjoy it from time to time. I just like reading if I can read it for entertainment instead of having to learn from it. I don't like being forced to read for classes. Therefore, by the time I am done with classes, I am so tired of reading books or saying I read books that I actually didn't read that I don't want to see another book.

High school did not help with this because of what they did to us during the summer.

This summer, I vowed to be different. I was going to read everything I could. I must be the best writer. I wanna be the very best...like no one ever was. Ahem... anyway, I decided to let myself be consumed by reading.

Eventually, I found myself feeling sort of overwhelmed by all of the readings in which I decided to dive. It was crazy to me... this new feeling. In a near hysterical state when my grandmother told me to read a small magazine article, I cried out, "What do I look like? Belle from Beauty and the Beast?"

That's when it hit me.

As I considered the new reading habits I had acquired, I started to enter a slight state of diva dementia where I may or may not have come to believe that I was indeed Belle from Beauty and the Beast. At this overwhelming time, I found myself thinking back to the previous weekend when my friends decided to take me out for my birthday.

In my head, it was official... I was meant to be Belle. The new bookworm attitude...the need for royalty...and it couldn't have stopped there.

I decided I would watch Beauty and the Beast, and take notes on the similarities between Belle and myself. I'm sure it was an odd sight to watch me battle with the old VCR that struggled to understand what was happening as it had become so accustomed to being forgotten thanks to DVDs. What was probably even more strange was me sitting with my bowl of cereal, a notebook, and a pencil ready to take notes. My grandmother asked if I was taking some summer class and had to take notes for an assignment. When I informed her that this was for my own well-being, she muttered something about her being afraid of me saying that and left me to my business.

As the movie progressed, I found that I was like Belle in many ways.

This was good enough for me.

Belle's photo from: disney.wikia.com

But wait! There was one thing I was missing to this story. If my life was to relive that of Beauty and the Beast, I was missing one important thing: the Beast.

Luckily, there's Kevin!

Side note: For those readers I have that are not friends with me on facebook or know me in real life, I have a boyfriend now. Do you guys remember Kevin? I mentioned him in my previous post about ballroom dancing. I guess my awesome dance moves must have impressed him or something (that was sarcasm). Want to see a picture? Okay!

That's us at our college's junior/senior banquet back in May.

Sorry readers, I was actually dating him when I wrote my last post. I should have told you sooner. Forgive me? Okay, let's move on.

I decided to make a list of reasons on how Kevin is like Beast in the movie.

Okay, so the boyfriend didn't really have much to show for being Beast. The more I thought of it, he was more like Prince Adam (which is Beast's prince name in case you wanted some trivia) than he was Beast.

What was I to do? Boyfriend couldn't be Beast (sorry Kevin). I decided to solve this in the most logical solution: mathematically.

Beast is 100% covered in hair.
I have thick hair.
My driver's license picture is 90% hair.
Only a 10% difference.
To be similar enough, we need a difference of 23% or less because people have 23 pairs of chromosomes.

Therefore...

Beast's photo from: bookbuyingaddict.blogspot.com

I was running my own fairytale... my own one-man-show! I didn't need no stinking other actors. I am the best. I am the princess! I am Beast! I am a great writer! I am the champion of reading! Don't you people forget it!

Okay, so this was my lame attempt to explain what has been going on in my life and show off my knowledge of Beauty of the Beast.

By the way, while I was drawing for this post, I was listening to "Whip My Hair" by Willow Smith. I got inspired to search for a picture. I knew it had to be somewhere on the internet, and it was! Therefore, I leave you with this one final image before I call it a night:

Photo source: fanpop.com