Hello. The following story was written in an email to my friend. 

I just came home from watching the move Inside Out. As a movie review: it was amazing. Brilliant. Touching. It made me cry, surprisingly. I rarely cry at movies, but this one got me a couple of times. I highly recommend that you watch it some time. 
I was seeing the movie with my buds, Amy and Rosa. After the movie ended, I do this tradition in which I have everyone take pictures in the photobooth, and then I try my hand at this claw machine game where you win rubber duckies.
So, upon approaching the machine, I took a look at what ducks I could win. This one duck design stood out to me. It was a duck shaped like a dalmatian- only.... the spots didn't exactly look like perfect dots. It sorta... Anyway, we called it the "Penis Duck".
I put in my dollar, and Rosa's nudging me, "GET THE PENIS DUCK." I'm laughing, shaking my head, going, "No, no, no I don't- I can't." 
"So which one are you gonna try to get? Ohh, look there's sock monkey ones."
I'm just moving the joystick randomly, trying to think. "Oh, man. I don't know which one I want." Suddenly, the claw starts going down without my permission. "AW, MAN. NO!" I yelled. I followed the claw with my eyes, and I basically screamed when I saw what I picked up. 
"Oh my god. OH MY GOD," I'm gripping onto Rosa's shoulder, in disbelief.
"No WAY," Rosa says between her bouts of laughter. I pull out the duck the claw machine picked out for me, and....

Hello! You know what bugs me? Minor thing- but- there's such a limited number of fonts to choose from. Oh well. 
IT'S SPRING BREAK 2015! What a time. I'm determined to make this vacation different from my winter vacation- and I'm actually not gonna spend all day lazing around in bed. I'm determined not to waste my days. We've only been given a 7ish day break, and diddly darn it, I'm gonna use those days wisely. 
It is currently Thursday as I write this, so the vacation's already beginning to simmer down. Here's what I've done on my vacation so far:

FRIDAY:
 - Went to Shop Rite with Amy and bagged items for a fundraiser thing. 
 - Went to Rosa's abode and filmed an SBB video with her, Amy, and Marianna
 - After suffering from intense allergy symptoms from being around her cat, I went home, ate and recuperated, and then headed over to Amy's house to play Super Smash Bros. Around 7PM, I started feeling exhausted (must've been from all the social interaction I've gone through in one single day). I walked home (which was very nice. The weather was being v kind that day, as opposed to the astringent winter New Jersey went through.) Later that night, one of my role model's, Grace Helbig, her show was premiering at 10:30. It was still around 7PM, so I figured "Hey, I'll take a short nap, and I'll wake up in time to catch the show!" So I took a nap, and when I woke up, it wAS PAST MIDNIGHT. I was heartbroken. 

SATURDAY:
 -First thing I did was watch the Grace Helbig Show on Demand. It's amazing. It made me laugh. 
 -Edited the video recorded the day before.
 -Filmed more stuff for another video.
 -Pranked my sister SO HARD when she came home from her 2-week vacation in the Philippines. My friends and I filled her bedroom with over a thousand balloons. 

Hello! I haven't written here for a while now, huh? It's almost been TWO MONTHS. THE BLASPHEMY. That aside, hello! How've you been? That's great. Glad to hear. Now rather than relaying with you what's been up with my life, I have some PHILOSOPHICAL THOUGHTS to share. Are you ready for it? 

Okay, so I've noticed myself saying something like "I wanna go home" even when I'm already in my house. It's kinda weird. But when I think more deeply about it, I remember that a home is different from a house. And although I'm in my house- say in my living room with a bunch of people that I'm not really close to, like my parents' friends- I would say feel inclined to say "I wanna go home".
For me, home isn't just my house. It's a bit more specific than that. Home is alone in my bedroom, snuggled in a blanket in the dent of my mattress with my laptop. That's were I feel comfortable, safe, and time flies when I'm home.
That's my home. 
Whenever I "want to go home" it's more than getting to my house, it's getting to that state of comfort and security. I'm not home until I'm in bed with my laptop. 

That said, I'd like to ask whoever might be reading where their 'home' is. Lemme know.

Thanks for reading!
-Jess

Hello. I am still in my reading mojo and I've decided to take a different stance at picking what book to read. I already have a small list of books I would like to read myself, BUT to extend that list, I've come up with the idea of reading my friends' favorite books.
I feel like a person's favorite book has to say something about their character, and who they are. (In case you're curious, my favorite book is The Hobbit). So, I've asked the Herd for all of their favorite books, and everything they've said is definitely going to go on my reading list. 

• Vicki - 
• The Giver - Lois Lowry (#1)
• (tied for 2nd)
• Acceleration - Graham McNamee
• Miss Peregrine's Home - Ransom Riggs
• Crispin: The Cross of Lead - Avie
• Amy - 
• The Host - Stephanie Mayer
• Rosa - 
• Blood and Chocolate - Annette Curtis Klause 
• Marianna - 
• Bioshock: Rapture - John Shirley (personally very excited to read this)
• Vampire Academy - Richelle Mead
• Bailey -
• Scorpio Races - Maggie Stiefvater

Hello! Okay, I know we are well into January, and it's kinda too late for New Year's Resolutions, but YOU KNOW WHAT. IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO MAKE GOALS FOR YOURSELF. I think I've determined to do this thing a while ago when I found this photo, but I've actually begun to put the thing into action. It's this thing! 

• Funny. Just like Grace Helbig. You can hear her voice inside of my head as I read. It was great.
• Pretty insightful. I will say that I definitely did learn a thing or two after reading this book. For example: Deodorant is a top priority.
• GRACE HELBIG IS VERY PRETTY. There were hella pics all throughout the book, and they were all amazing. 
• This is not a timeless book. In fact, it's quite the opposite. It's ephemeral. (I may or may not have searched antonyms for 'timeless' to come up with that word). Anyway, the most I have to say about this book relates to this.
  It isn't the type of book, like the Hobbit, that you'd be able to pick up 100 years from now, and have still be just as effective and awesome as it is today. She makes a billion references to things that are popular today. I can imagine it becoming outdated in just a year or two, to be honest. However, I suppose I should take note that this book was written with millennials as the targeted audience.  (You are a millennial if you were born between the years 1980 - 2000. Hey, check that out! I'm a millennial!) So once the millennials die out, so will the book.
  Seriously, though. To pick up this book in 2115 and try to read it will be like us today trying to read The Scarlet Letter. I haven't read that book, as I'm in a class that doesn't really focus on reading books, but my friends have complained how difficult it was to understand due to the Old English speech.
  And if you think that that's not true. Read this stuff:
  - imo i think ur hair is on fleek.
  - omg im hella salty
  - tbh idk. ur v cool tho
  See, I'm sure you were able to understand that just fine. It's common place for us. We internet explorers are familiar with this language that didn't exist 50 years ago. (and in case you couldn't translate any of that into plain english, lemme throw you a bone. 'In my opinion, I think your hair looks great!' 'Oh my God, I'm really annoyed' 'To be honest, I don't know. You're very cool though.')

If you currently have a hangover, stop reading this right now. Trying to read when you're hungover is only slightly worse than trying to read when you're sober. #lol #books #irony #stayinschool #unlessschoolisntforyou

Instead, trying having a friend read this chapter to you. We'll call your friend "DR." No, not a doctor, a "Designated Reader." But if that person happens to be a doctor, kudos to you for having an intelligent friend who gets paid to touch body parts. Also, maybe ask them how to cure a hangover. 

The first step to hangover recovery is accepting that you've brought this upon yourself. If you didn't you should probably go to the police. Or stop hanging out with Chrissy. I mean, her parents named her Chrissy. Not Christina. Not Christine. Chrissy. A government employee had to print "Chrissy" on a birth certificate. Also, she lets her thong strings show out of the top of her jeggings and she's got a tattoo of a ying-yang on fire. Sorry, but she's bad news. 

Hello! First and foremost, HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 
I don't know where to begin my story... I guess New Year's Eve.
That was a very eventful day. Around one, Amy came over my house, and we watched the Desolation of Smaug together. Me, her and Bailey were planning on watching the last Hobbit movie in theaters the day after, so it was important that she watched it. After that movie ended around four, she went home, and them my sister and I headed to the chapel to practice this dance routine for a performance in the New Year's Party. 
After practicing, my sister and I headed to the actual venue of the party.
Being the socially awkward and friendless person that I am, I brought some yarn and knitting needles and started knitting while sitting alone. To my surprise, this actually influenced people to come up and talk to me, rather than ward them away. It was weird. 

So yeah, the performance happened, and I sucked pretty badly. There's video of it on facebook, but no where else, so I'm guessing that means if you aren't friends with me on there, you won't be able to watch it. 
I played this game where I had to wear pantyhose on my head, with a tennis ball in one leg, and knock over numbered cups in descending order. I lost. 

Last night, while laying in bed, I planned on sort of rating each day of the year with an emotion.