This Love Is Good

When I got onto Facebook this morning, one of the first things to catch my eye in the 'Trending' part on the right side of the screen was 'Calvin Harris and Taylor Swift'. 

As a huge 'Swiftie', my eyes were drawn to it and I clicked the blue letters instantly. 

So many articles have already been written in the last few hours about it. 

The 'news' is that Calvin and Taylor celebrated their first anniversary on Sunday. 

Some are skeptical and mocking of Taylor but the ones I've read were filled with words like 'adorable' and 'sweet'.

I, for one, am so incredibly happy for them. 

The couple met at last year's Brit awards in February and managed to keep their new relationship private for two months before the rumor mill started turning in May. 

Since then, they have proven themselves to be a supportive power-couple; with Taylor frequently showing up at Calvin's gigs and Calvin accompanying Taylor to award shows, looking proud in the audience at her concerts and tweeting/instagramming his support for her several times.

Calvin Harris is a huge component in why Taylor has been so happy and empowered recently. It makes my heart happy - that sounds cheesy as Hell, I'm aware! - to know she's in a positive, loving relationship with a man who shows nothing but respect and adoration for her. 

What we can't forget is that another large part of Taylor's happiness is down to her fans, family and close friends. 

She has inspired me, and so many other women, to find friends who are positive influences in our lives. Strong, confident, intelligent, womderful women who inspire me to be better every day - just by being their friend.

Will this be Taylor's everlasting love? 

I don't know. 

One thing I do know is that Taylor is happy and in love and still continuing to be a better person than most of us could ever dream to be on a daily basis. 

Congratulations on one year, Calvin and Taylor! 

May it be the first of many.

Jessica

xoxo

P.S. That necklace is gorgeous. I definitely wouldn't mind one similar if I ever make it to a year with someone other than a girlfriend...

Girls Against Girls

There's always going to be something women pick on each other for. Hair, weight, style, job, lack of job, career choice... It's, unfortunately, something women do. 

Recently, Amy Schumer has been accused of 'skinny shaming' Taylor Swift. 

In my opinion, any kind of weight shaming is not okay and should be called out immediately. 

Amy is a well-known comedienne and she's done great things over the last year or so in terms of her creative projects. But the jokey comment on Instagram isn't funny due to the fact that it's a joke on Taylor Swift's slim figure. 

She comments that she made the joke about her own weight and the fact she doesn't have a thigh gap but it's not really relevant. I understand she's a fan of Taylor and that she wants to explain away her joke but it strictly wasn't funny. You can't joke about someone's weight. 

This is her original post: 

Yes, it's a flippant comment but, again, there are limits to what's alright to joke about. Weight is never one of them. Whether you're fat, thin, curvy, petite, whatever - it's never okay to make a joke at someone's expense because of it. I'm glad people are calling her out on it because no one should be exempt from being told something isn't right. 

I had to comment on the article I read a few minutes ago. This is what I put: 

WOMEN NEED TO SUPPORT OTHER WOMEN! 

That's my point here. I know it may seem as if some of us are just 'overreacting' to a joke but that's my point. Taylor may be strong enough to ignore stupid posts like this but me making the same joke to a friend or aquaintence could really upset them. 

Joking about someone's weight is NEVER okay. 

Let's get back to supporting each other. 

Congratulations on your GRAMMY's win and incredible performance, Taylor! 

Jessica

xoxo

http://www.cosmopolitan.co.uk/entertainment/news/a41324/taylor-thats-not-a-thigh-gap/?utm_content=buffer66b81&utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_campaign=buffer 

Edit: 

In the hours since I posted this, I have found out that Amy Schumer posted a response to the anger over her skinny shaming. 

Denying any responsibility when your 'joke' has offended people just makes the whole situation worse. Regardless of what your intent might have been, laughing it off when a large amount of people were hurt by your comment makes it seem like you don't care. 

If I were to say the same thing and people got offended, I would apologize. It's the right thing to do. If people are upset because of a silly comment you made, you apologize to them for it. 

I'm all for women supporting women but I don't know if I can support Amy Schumer after this. It may be a small thing to a lot of people but I am surrounded by people who have had weight issues every day and it's not fair to them to laugh it off like it's nothing. 

We need to keep calling people out for it. This isn't okay. 

Jessica

xoxo

Hopelessly Devoted To... Yourself

Most of us can say that we've gone after someone who wasn't right for us. Maybe they were already dating someone? Maybe they were not right for us in every sense of the word thanks to different opinions? Maybe they were too young or too old? Maybe they didn't know how to treat us?

Whatever it was, we've all been there and it's not a fun place to be. 

Heartbreak is never easy but it does give you a great chance to do something not all people ever try: Get to know yourself. 

I've been single for a long time. 

I'm picky and the last guy I let in broke my heart so I'm not ready to let myself get that raw again.

But it's given me a great chance to get to know myself. 

I've read a lot of articles about dating yourself and I love it. 

What really got me into it though was Taylor Swift. 

Celebrity culture is bigger than ever with the Internet and bloggers, makeup guru's and singers all over YouTube. Anyone can become famous with a bit of dedication and a computer. 

Taylor Swift is my idol. 

I follow everything she does and appreciate it all. She's like a close friend. Her music has helped me through some of my most difficult times and I'm forever grateful for her. 

During the time between 'Red' in 2012 and '1989' in 2014, Taylor went through a big image change and she made it clear that she was the girl who 'rarely had a boyfriend' over the one who always did. She focuses on herself, her music and her friends. She surrounded herself with strong women who empowered her and made sure her friendships had a positive impact on every person involved. 

I wanted to be like that. 

So I'm still trying to surround myself with women who make me want to be better. 

And I've learned so much about myself. 

I love to cook so I've been trying to expand on that. I'm reading a bit more. 

I'm not saying I don't get lonely but I have incredible friends to help with that. 

I'm enjoying being single for now. I'm 20. I don't need to rug into anything and getting to know yourself can be incredible. 

Jessica 

xoxo

Hopelessly Devoted To... Yourself

Most of us can say that we've gone after someone who wasn't right for us. Maybe they were already dating someone? Maybe they were not right for us in every sense of the word thanks to different opinions? Maybe they were too young or too old? Maybe they didn't know how to treat us?

Whatever it was, we've all been there and it's not a fun place to be. 

Heartbreak is never easy but it does give you a great chance to do something not all people ever try: Get to know yourself. 

I've been single for a long time. 

I'm picky and the last guy I let in broke my heart so I'm not ready to let myself get that raw again.

But it's given me a great chance to get to know myself. 

I've read a lot of articles about dating yourself and I love it. 

What really got me into it though was Taylor Swift. 

Celebrity culture is bigger than ever with the Internet and bloggers, makeup guru's and singers all over YouTube. Anyone can become famous with a bit of dedication and a computer. 

Taylor Swift is my idol. 

I follow everything she does and appreciate it all. She's like a close friend. Her music has helped me through some of my most difficult times and I'm forever grateful for her. 

During the time between 'Red' in 2012 and '1989' in 2014, Taylor went through a big image change and she made it clear that she was the girl who 'rarely had a boyfriend' over the one who always did. She focuses on herself, her music and her friends. She surrounded herself with strong women who empowered her and made sure her friendships had a positive impact on every person involved. 

I wanted to be like that. 

So I'm still trying to surround myself with women who make me want to be better. 

And I've learned so much about myself. 

I love to cook so I've been trying to expand on that. I'm reading a bit more. 

I'm not saying I don't get lonely but I have incredible friends to help with that. 

I'm enjoying being single for now. I'm 20. I don't need to rush into anything and getting to know yourself can be incredible. 

Jessica 

xoxo

Are We Out Of The Woods Yet?

As you can probably tell from the title of this post, this is all about Taylor Swift's incredible new song!!! 

To give you a little idea about how proud of her I am for this album, here's a comment I posted on an article asking people if they were looking forward to Swift's upcoming album '1989' and whether or not we thought her genre-change was a good thing: 

'I love it. I've loved Taylor's progression from Country into a whole new kind of pop-ish genre she's created. The way she changes as she grows is inspiring and I can't wait to hear the whole album.' 

Taylor Swift is one of my favorite artists in the world. Not only is she entirely self-made (she travelled to meet with record labels, joined one of her own choosing, writes her own songs and plays for them too), an incredible singer/performer and hilarious dancer but she's also a good person. She donates to charities but rarely takes credit, helps her fans when she finds them struggling, frequently sings at hospitals for the patients and stands up for what she believes in. 

Besides that, her music is powerful in itself.

Taylor has helped me alone more than she'll ever know. 

Whenever things have been tough in the last few years, the last three years specifically, her music has been there to turn to. 

Whether it was guy problems, girl problems, family issues... Taylor was there. She always had a song I could sing to that'd make me feel better. 

For the thousands of times she's saved me and for the thousands of times she's made me believe I'm strong enough , I'll always love her. She's one of those people I've loved for so long that there's never really any going back for me. 

Anyway... Her song 'Out Of The Woods' came out today! 

To say it's brilliant would be an understatement. 

Here's a comment I posted on a TeenVogue article about her new song: 

'msjessjohnstonIncredible! It's quirky, fun, tells a story... It has the classic Swift touch to it without being anything like any other song she's ever done before.'

It's an incredible, fun, quirky song with a real story about one of those relationships where you're kind of always on edge, waiting for it to blow up and end. The message in the song came across really well with the cool, 80's Pop type beat to it. 

If you can, definitely give it a listen. I love it!

Rest In Peace Cory Monteith.

"Love is how you stay alive, even after you're gone." - Cory Monteith

Cory Monteith was born on the 11th of May 1982. He died on the 13th of July 2013. Last Saturday.
I don't think I'll ever forget what I was doing when I found out. My second cousins had been over to stay (the next post will probably be about that as it includes lots of Edinburgh things and it's a lot happier and more positive than this post will be due to the somber topic and my general need to express my feelings about it) and they'd woken me up at twenty to eight in the morning on Sunday. We were all on my bed when I got a Tweet alert saying that Taylor Swift had Tweeted. Her Tweet read 'Speechless. And for the worst reason.'. Being a huge Taylor Swift fan, I was automatically worried about her and wondered what had happened. I went onto Tumblr and got increasingly confused when I kept seeing posts about death so I moved on to Twitter instead. That's when I found out.
I remember reading countless Tweets about Cory and how he was dead and how horrible it all was. My mind immediately went to Lea, his girlfriend, and to the cast and his family and friends and all the other fans. I also remember my hand going to my mouth as I murmured 'No. No. No! Lea... Oh my God, Lea!', very much in denial. But I had two little girls asking me what was wrong so I couldn't burst into tears and grieve for him. I had to try and stay strong because breaking down in front of the girls wasn't an option.
So I did. I had sad periods and I wasn't as bubbly or as happy as I had been for the past few days. The girls and I talked about it but not in great detail and they were kind and gave me hugs and were good to me.
When my sister and my mother came over at about four thirty, the girls were leaving and I collapsed into my sister's arms, crying. I didn't stop crying until I went to sleep at about two in the morning the next day.
I went out with my mother and sister to get ice cream because I wanted ice cream and I thought I should get out of the house. Basically, it was an awful idea. I barely stopped crying during the whole car ride and broke down in the ice cream store when a friend called me to ask if I was okay. I was a mess and I went out too fast. I cried the whole way back and barely touched my ice cream.
My sister wanted to stay with me because she was so worried about me but I didn't let her. I think I wanted to be alone. I spent the night crying and watching the British version of Law and Order which I barely remember.
I also texted my best friend Jane and we had a semi-breakdown. We vowed our undying love for each other and commitment and promised to never leave each other. If we were a lesbian couple, I'm pretty sure we would have decided on a wedding date.
No. In all seriousness, it was incredibly sweet. And it made me feel a little better.
We met up the next day and she bought me a raspberry and white chocolate cooler thing and a cupcake from Costa. It was so good of her... I love her so much and am incredibly grateful for her kindness. She has been there for me through the whole thing and I'm not sure I would have coped without her support.
So many people are talking about how Cory died but I don't think it's important. I'm not saying that I won't remember him for his struggles because that's not true; I'll remember him for everything. He battled a difficult addiction and he tried to get better. He never took his life for granted and was so grateful to be alive. He was an incredible man and he will forever remain a hero in my eyes.
His favourite colour was blue. Just over a week after his death and I've worn the colour every day since. It's my way of honouring him.
I've also prayed for him every night since. I don't know why or if it's how I cope but it's helping. I'm not a particularly religious person and I'm actually agnostic but it's helping, like I said.
I don't really know what to say now. I'll leave you with a picture I posted to Instagram and the caption I posted with it the day I found out about his death. It was my own sort of tribute to Cory. 

My personal #candlelight tribute to Cory. I don't understand why you're gone, I don't think I ever will, but I will never forget you. Nor will I ever really get over your death. Even now, after hours of crying, I'm still breaking down every few minutes. I may not have known you personally but you were an incredible person and my heart breaks every time I think about what the world has lost. Rest In Peace Cory Monteith. Like you said, "Love is how you stay alive, even after you're gone." You'll never really die. Our eternal love for you will keep you alive in our hearts and minds.#RIPCoryMonteith #CoryMonteith #Glee#CandlesForCory #RestInPeace #PrayForLea #TragicYou took the midnight train going anywhere...#GoodbyeFrankenteen

Darren Dream (Yes, I mention a dream I had last night. It's brief. Deal with it)

So, Darren Criss started his #ListenUp tour last night at the Fillmore in San Francisco. First, I'd like to say that I am incredibly proud of him. I can't understand the fact that I feel so much for a man I have never met before and probably will never meet but I do. I just think he really deserves this. He's worked so hard for everything he's done and he's got and it's because of that fact (and his unbelievable) talent that he has it all.
Not to mention who he is as a person. I mean, he is amazing. Beyond his talent, he's intelligent, speaks fluent Italian and has an addictive personality. He will spend hours signing autographs for fans and he wrote a fricking letter to his fans the night The Break-Up aired on television (October 4th 2012. Here's a link to the letter, if you would like it https://www.facebook.com/darrencriss/posts/10151069497289147). Technically, the note was posted on the fifth at 33 minutes past midnight but still.
(I'd also like to point out that he had his mom drop him and his brother off to the venue of his first tour. If that doesn't make him the cutest thing to ever exist besides Blaine Anderson and puppies then I don't understand you)
He's just an incredible person. I wish him every success in the world and I truly can't wait to see him achieve all his dreams - both known and undiscovered.
Anyway, the dream part...
Right. Uhm, so I went to sleep earlier than I normally would (Ever since I finished school, my sleeping pattern has been totally fricked) and the dream started. What was weird about it though was that I woke up at three points in the night and, every time I fell back to sleep, the dream would continue where I left off. That doesn't normally happen. It also ended before I woke up for the last time so that was strange. Dreams don't normally 'end' for me; they just stop.
The Dream.
I went to sleep as normal and then woke up in a venue of some sort. Then Darren came out and started playing and I realised I was at his concert. I went with it for a while, took videos, etcetera and ended up talking to this really sweet girl called Anna and I stuck with her for the rest of the time. We danced and sang along to his songs and it was amazing.
When the concert finished, I was kind of at a loss for what to do (seeing as I was in America and I live in Britain and I didn't have anything with me besides my clothes and my phone for some reason. And my phone didn't even have credit so that was pointless. Anna gave me some money and we went for a bit of a wander.
When I got to the airport, I explained my situation to a security person who called my mum and said I'd been gone for two days. Anyway, it cost me £99 to get home and I got booked on a flight.
I thought it was a little bit strange but, at least, I was at the concert in spirit or whatever.
The next time Darren goes on tour, I really hope I can go. He's just breathtaking. His solos on Glee are flawless (I vote Blaine has a solo or sings lead or something in every episode) and his songs are brilliant. To see him perform would be... Words can't describe it.
I also need to see Taylor Swift in concert at some point in my life. I care about her the same way I care about Darren. I could write a book on them both and how much admiration and love I have for the two of them.
Anyway, I think I'm done. So, goodbye for now :)
Jess xoxo

X Factor Failure

Today, I got up at 5:00AM (After an hour and a half's sleep...) and got dressed and ready to leave the house shortly after six. My mum picked me up and we went to collect my best friend Jane (who said she'd come with me) from her house. After that, we paid £21.80 for return train tickets to Glasgow. When we got there, we got another train to the SECC where the auditions were being held. We were then made to wait for three hours in the cold and pouring rain (my feet were so numb I was worried they'd fall off) while certain TV people did TV stuff (Dermot O'Leery was there). We had to 'Woo' and cheer etcetera along with some 'silent cheering'. It was awful and I was freezing. I get why they did it and I'm not trying to be rude or anything. It was just really cold. We then walked around from the BBC building to the SECC. After that, I waited another three hours (6 hours in total, if you're counting) until my row (somewhere in 'sector' K or something) got called down to audition. By this point, I was tired and desperate to go home.
The audition itself was awful. I got into the little black 'box' type thing and met a lovely man called Barney who looked quite young (mid-twenties maybe?). He was really nice and kind and he had a matching 'Saint Christopher (Patron Saint of Travelling thing on his neck (I wear a silver necklace my mum got me for my 16th birthday with Saint Christopher engraved or whatever into the silver) thingy around his neck. He asked me a few questions and I answered them (couldn't tell you what those questions were or what I answered). After that, he told me to sing. So I did. And that's when everything else went wrong. I sang 'Ronan' by Taylor Swift and it was terrible. I didn't know where to look or what to do with my hands and I looked at him (Barney) a few times because I was panicking about whether or not eye-contact was good whilst singing a song. He stopped me just before I got to the 'And what if I'm standing in your closet trying to talk to you' bit and said 'I'm sorry but it's a 'no'. I think I said something after that but I don't remember what. I just tried to get out and find Jane. When I did, we left and went back to the train station.
I wasn't surprised as such. Nevertheless, I felt embarrassed and like I wasn't good enough. I know it's ridiculous but I think it's an automatic response to rejection. No matter what I told myself about me not being that bad of a singer, suddenly there was Barney's voice telling me that I wasn't any good. Maybe I was good but just not 'X Factor' good. I don't know. The whole thing's just humiliating. I'm not upset at a 'missed opportunity' or whatever. The rejection isn't nice though and I feel sick and embarrassed whenever I think about it. Yes, it's only been a few hours (seven to be exact) but it's still raw. I was also a little annoyed at the fact that I'd barely slept and that my mum and best friend had gotten up early for absolutely no reason. I felt guilty (still do).
The X Factor is a good show and I'm so happy for everyone who got that precious 'Golden Ticket' to a second audition but I don't think I'll ever audition again. I don't want to feel that embarrassed again and I'm, clearly, not good enough anyway.
Not sure what else to say. That was my X Factor experience. Good luck to everyone who gets through and does well etcetera. I really am happy for them.

13 Days...

Woah... It's been 13 days since I last wrote anything. In that time, I had my first 'Saturday Night Out' for my best friend's 18th (We went to some random bar near town and her cousin and a few of his friends joined us later. Nothing too interesting. I was mostly laughed at for my severe lack of knowledge in knowing where any countries are. Sorry if I'm not a fricking map or atlas or Google. It's not like knowing where Chile is is going to be super important to me in my future is it? (If it is, I'll learn where the frick it is but, until then, I'm completely content with not giving a flying frick. No offence to Chile or anyone who lives there or whatever). Not much else happened really), read 'The Fault In Our Stars' by John Green (I'd actually been meaning to do this for a while. I cried at Chapter 13 and at several points after that because I have a problem of feeling too much for characters etcetera and imagining myself in their positions. As a whole, the book was incredible. It made me laugh, cry, smile and actually think about things. I only have one question for John Green: What the Hell happened to Hazel afterwards? Did she die? Did she live? What did she do? Damn you John Green for leaving me to ponder so many things. Still an excellent book), wrote a few songs and went to Barcelona for a week (Left on the 24th March (The day after my first ever night out) and got back on April Fools Day (Also known as the Mishapocalypse on Tumblr). I stayed with my aunt, uncle and their three-year-old. It was noisy and I needed space after a few days of non-stop 'sightseeing'. Seriously, we were out every single day! The constant running around added to the never-ending noise and the lack of privacy drove me mad! After much, much arguing with my aunt, she let me stay in on my own for the day. The computer was off, I didn't know how to work the TV and I wasn't allowed to touch anything. I felt a bit like a five-year-old to be honest. But it was quiet! Oh so quiet! Unfortunately, that quietness only lasted five hours and then it was back to noise. It was good while it lasted though. Later that same night, my aunt and uncle's married friends Sandra and Paco and Geordie and Ruth came over for dinner. They were all very lovely and they tried to speak English with me which was nice (I also attempted to speak some Spanish). The next day, we met Sandra, Paco and their adorable little puppy. We went to this small town in Spain called 'Besalu'. It was so beautiful there. I could have spent the entire day wandering around. I swear, it looked like something out of a fairytale. Not really sure what else to say about my trip. I had some fun, had some bad times but, in the end, I was glad I went. My aunt's suggested I move there for a while but I'm not sure. I'd rather have an idea of what my life's going to be before I do anything that drastic). Since then, I've been in bed, sick. I've caught up with friends and TV shows (Let's Get Ready To Rhumble is number fricking one in the UK!!! So happy! Go Ant and Dec!) and tried to focus on getting better.
I also got an email from the Murray Grant Academy for the Performing Arts. They said I could pay 200 and something pounds per month instead of paying the £1250 deposit and then a bunch of money each month. It's my last chance and I'm still stunned to have even gotten another one. I know what I want to do but, again, I don't know if I can do it. In my dream last night, I was in a music video type thing. I was walking around, seeing myself at different stages of my life and doing different things whilst singing the song 'Never Grow Up' by Taylor Swift. The dream ended with me sitting alone in my bedroom, holding a photo of me when I was two in my hands. I looked up at myself and who I am now in the mirror. I looked sad, lost even. It wasn't nice. It was also quite dark in my bedroom. One part of the song in particular kinda keeps swirling around in my mind:
'Wish I'd never grown up
I wish I'd never grown up

Oh, I don't wanna grow up,
Wish I'd never grown up
I could still be littleOh, I don't wanna grow up,
Wish I'd never grown up
It could still be simple'
I really wish I could be back there sometimes. In my past. Getting Princess dresses every year at Christmas time, playing 'Twin Sisters' with my best friend Jane in my Primary School Playground. Things were a lot simpler. Then again, I can't live in the past. Living in the past only prevents you from growing in the future. I can wish away my problems as much as I want but it's only going to hold me back. It's not going to erase the problems from my life.Wishing on a star will only get you so far. If I want my problems to go away, I have to figure out a way to solve them myself. I'll get there... someday. I honestly believe that.

2 Days To Go...

Only two days until I leave for South Africa!
It's just after 10PM here in the United Kingdom and I just found out (a couple of hours ago but that's still pretty recent) that same-sex marriage was legalized in England today! On Darren Criss' Birthday no less! This makes me very happy for obvious (probably not-so-obvious actually) reasons. I am a big lover of marriage. Always have been. I really believe in it and I think that it is something that everyone should have the right to. I just think there's something wonderful about loving someone enough that you want to commit to them for the rest of your life and show the world (or closest friends and family) that you are with this other person forever. To be honest, I've never really understood why anyone would be against two people in love wanting to commit to each other in holy matrimony (not even entirely sure if that's the right term but it sounds right so I'll stick to it for now). I mean, love is love, right?
So, that's where I lie on the whole thing. Me, being a hopeless romantic and all. I really could go on about this topic forever and how much I support it and how happy it makes me but I won't. Because I don't have hours to kill unfortunately.
Today was my Philosophy prelim which sucked as I kinda wanted to spend Darren Criss' birthday celebrating with all the other 'nice people' (Darren Criss joke. He once referred to his fans as 'really nice people'. I think it was during an interview for The Trevor Project in 2012 actually. Once again, if I've gotten this particular quote wrong, I apologize. Even though I'm pretty sure I'm the only person who will ever read this blog) on Tumblr, Twitter and Facebook. But, alas, I could not do that.
Darren Criss is just one of my many celebrities I'm in love with (Others include Chris Colfer, Lea Michele, Taylor Swift, Tyler Oakley, John Green and Zach Braff. Also, Zac Efron and Ellen Degeneres...). I hate the fact that the only time I will ever be lucky enough to talk to him/hear him sing a song to me/hear him sing a song about me, is in my dreams. But, there's not much I can do about that so I may as well accept it. Darren Criss is just one of those flawless human being that can, literally, do anything. He can sing, dance, play any instrument ever created and is also extremely clever and funny and adorable. Not to mention all his humanitarian work and his song-writing skills. He also happens to be gorgeous beyond compare. It's unfair really. I'm not entirely sure he's human. Still speculating that he's a God of sorts...
Anyway, yeah, he turns 26 today! Happy Birthday to him!
And I'm done with my Darren bit...
I just finished (again, more like half an hour ago now but whatever) typing up biographies for my school yearbook (only 5, mine and four others). Two of them were mostly about football. Or, rather, the football teams the person liked and how the friend who had written it did not support the same team. Mine was quite sweet actually. I managed to sneak in a Taylor Swift reference at the end (Yes, I'm that type of person) so I'll always have that private joke with myself which is nice. Yeah, it's nice that I can have my own private jokes with myself. Just shows how ridiculous I am. I put Taylor Swift's song title 'Change' into the last sentence. It isn't a very big or noticeable thing which is what I wanted. For the next 20, 30, or even 50 years, I will be able to look back on my High School yearbook and remember how silly/sentimental I was back in 2013 (Or, now).
I'm going for coffee with my best friend Jane tomorrow which should be good. Going to mix it up a little and order a fat-free vanilla cappuccino. When I say 'little', I really do mean it. My normal order is a fat-free vanilla latte. Can you tell how rebellious I am?
Jessica
xoxo