Hmm...

A blog.

Hmm...

As I sit here, staring at this computer screen wondering to myself "why on earth a blog, Jordan?", I have to recount my earlier experiences in the blog-world to fully be able to express the amount of disbelief and complete uncertainty that I face as I contemplate if writing to random people--who I may never know read this--is actually necessary. Will this add anything to my life, or even yours for that matter? Will this make a difference at all in the grand scheme of things if I leave things as are and never write at all? Is this necessary.

Well, I gave it a go-around and have finally come to terms with myself that, no, this is not necessary. Nope. Not at all. Whatsoever.

However, I am finding that being a 22 year old, not-a-girl-but-not-yet-a-woman kind of a person (thanks britney!) has been quite eventful,to say the very least, and I think that it might be refreshing and dare I say "interesting" to share my life in such a way that it is utterly transparent and will shatter the world-renowned cement walls of my heart--which got a little claustrophobic, might I add--thus making it impossible to mask my right to be human by calling myself a "private person". What is a private person anyway? Poser.


So now I will reminisce with you my former years of blog life. I hear MXPX playing in the backround...

The countless days, mindlessly wandering through cyberspace, writing about my everyday mishaps and victories--everything from spilling chocolate milk on my favorite Rufio t-shirt and praying for John Puchelt to get struck by lightning. To landing a lead role in a musical of epic proportions and sticking it to the dean of students. To jumping into a fountain with all of my clothes on and almost getting arrested by the Winter Park police department. To failing math class and promising to dedicate my first album to my teacher to get bonus work---it didn't fly. To singing my heart out to a Dion Warwick song in a Mcdonald's french fry costume infront of the entire faculty and student body. To obtaining life-long bragging rights for kissing the cutest guy in the whole entire school district. On the mouth. Twice.

Yes.

...those were the days.

I never, and when I say never, I mean NEVER thought I'd ever do this again. For realz, homeboy, I meant it. I didn't stutter. I promised to NEVER expose my life to people again. Not this way, anyhow.

But now that I'm a little bit stronger, a little bit wiser, and I work a little bit harder (thanks christina!--btw, do you sense the girl-power theme in this blog? omgosh)...I have come to terms that I'm free to be me. And you're free to be you (francesca, girl, you know me too well!). And thats just as good as it can get.

I can't promise to make you laugh, make you cry, make my life sound like a Billy Joel song...

All I can promise is to be me. Thats it. Nothing else.

Now, be forewarned, if you read this and think you know "me" pretty well...you might be a little terrorized at first. I'm not as perfect as I try to appear to be. I think my life has been full of a whole lot of trying...and not enough living.

...and thats exactly why I'm blogging.

Its time to live.

Its time to be me...and not be sorry for it.