
was one of those days. The good ones. My sister and I spent the day running errands with all the windows open, blaring some old songs that brought back some great memories. The sun was hot and it was just a glimpse of what the summer could hold. It was full of potential and hope, and it made everything else fade away.
The past two weeks I felt nothing short of a stranger in my own skin, being hard on myself and on other people. Everything that could go wrong, did, and each day I struggled to put on a mask of a happy face. Despite finishing school for the semester and doing fairly well, I was not excited. Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the fighting, but whatever it was, I was over it.
Then yesterday, I saw the light (literally) and it opened up my eyes (can we just stop *pause* and think about how I just used song lyrics?…alright, continue). I stayed busy all day, and Tyla and I accomplished everything on our list of things to do. By the time we got home, we were both exhausted but we continued on with our plans. Sitting outside with a frozen margarita, we watercolored. It was simple and something I haven’t done in years (middle school perhaps?), and thats the way it made me feel. Young and carefree. I embraced it, sitting there soaking up the sun and the beginnings of summer just within grasp. What was supposed to be a brief pause turned into a little nap on the sofa outside listening to country music and finishing up my sweet drink. The sun had set, but my mood had not. Tyla and I finished our night by spending time with friends, standing/sitting around and talking and just enjoying one another’s company. It was one of those days you just feel alive, and can’t believe that it ever has to end. Not because it was out of this world amazing, but because it offers hope and its so normal that its attainable.
I can’t wait for more days like that…
GPOY.
I should be writing 4 papers, on The Roman Empire, Aristotle vs. Plato’s views on politics, The rise of Feudalism in the Middle Ages, and Alexander the Great. But instead, I sit and stare at my computer. Good job Jamie.
Pre-Easter Easter dinner. (Taken with instagram)
hey thats me up there
(From left to right, top to bottom)…Calin, Steph, Richie, Kasey, Kyra, Mike, Lauren, Drew, Randall, Gabby, (Me, Dylan, = the two big squares) Shannon & Seb.
These are some of my best friends, and they mean so much to me that they feel so much more to me than the word friend entails. They are my family and the people that make up my life. I love them more than they will ever know and I am so glad that I got to share our own Easter Dinner together the night before actual Easter.

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Fun times with best friends
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I took this picture, these are my friends.
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HI, I had a good night with my friends, I had really missed them a lot. Now I’m home and going to bed. Goodnight tumblr!
xoxo, Jamie.
Today I woke up around 7am, the sun was shining and it seemed like it was going to be a beautiful day, so what do I do? Go back to bed. Around 10 I woke up to my mother in my room saying my sister was on the phone for me, considering she’s at school at this time I was slightly alarmed, especially after being startled awake.
I retrieve the phone from my mother, slightly annoyed that since this is my spring break I am being woken up. My sister speaks, “Do you have any idea what’s going on?” The only thing I can muster is, “What…No…?” She immediately tells me to check my phone, or twitter. Sure enough I look at it to see that I have over 20 texts, something must have happened.
The summary of the texts were “Have you heard about Ian, he passed away last night.”
Still on the phone with my sister, I hear her ask, “Is it true?” I can only muster the sound of a brief “yes” before being overwhelmed with tears streaming down my face. I hang up the phone, and let it really sink in.
How can this be…I start going through what I know. Ian is 22, he went to high school with me and we graduated the same year. We talked in the classes that we had, and even saw each other after school but were never that close. It wasn’t until 2 years later when I got twitter that I reconnected with him. I began to talk to him frequently from what was going on in our lives, to what he was going to get his girlfriend for christmas. Again, we lost touch. Then at a show that I attended I ran into him, again we began to talk. Anytime I was upset, he would text me to talk it out, making sure I was okay, even when no one else cared. The last time we talked was Saturday night.
Honestly, I’m still in shock hoping this is some cruel joke, but my heart tells me that it’s not. He’s gone.
Ian was too good for this earth, and honestly I’ve never met one person that had anything negative to say about him. He was sincere as sincere could be. He always put everyone else first. He actually cared about every single person he spoke to, always making sure they were okay. He was different because he was genuine and actually gave a shit. He tended to see the good in others, and could make even the most serious crack a smile and laugh. He was one of the good guys, and that’s putting in lightly. He had made such huge changes to feel better about himself, and he did. He was going to go so far in life, because he had passion and drive.He was so talented, and it is such a tragedy for us here because Ian could only make us better.
I don’t feel bad for him because I know if there is a heaven that’s where he is. I feel bad for everyone here, because without people like Ian we are nothing. I have never met anyone like Ian, and I probably never will because he was a rare bread. A good guy, I guess it’s true what they say “Only the good die young…”
Ian, you have made everyone who you’ve touched a better person just by being yourself. You made me a better person. I was just saying the other day how incredible you were, and I can only hope that everyone else knows that as well and your legacy will live on. Rest peacefully, I will always love and remember you.
That I’m not ready for this change.
Everyone was right, it happened a lot faster than I expected. It seemingly came out of nowhere, even though that’s not true. All this time I spent adjusting to a new life, becoming a different person, and now it will be expected that I retort to my old self. I finally came to the realization that I can’t do it.
There is no changing back. That old Jamie, she’s dead. I’m different, even if it’s not noticeable in public eye, I know I am. I can feel it.
I don’t know what this means for everything else, or even how to feel if it goes one way or another. I just don’t know.
However, I do know that I’m scared and unsure.
I do know that it is coming up fast, and there is nothing that I can do to slow it down.
And, I do know that nothing will be the same.

What can I say that hasn’t already been said? You are my absolute best friend in the whole entire world. I can remember begging mom to let me hold you and feed you your bottle before I went to pre-school, and now you’re an official adult. It’s crazy how fast time has gone by.
We are different in so many ways, but you are the only one who gets me completely, and the only one who will ever see the real me, and just get it. It’s so strange to me that we haven’t always been this close, because I can’t imagine my life without you. I know we always joke about how we were in school together or not related that we would probably not be friends, which I know to be true, so I’m so thankful you’re my sister.
You make me such a better person, and inspire me everyday. You are honest, sincere and beautiful. Wait did i say beautiful? I meant perfect ;) I hope that we can always act like 10 year olds around one another, making up raps, and having the coolest inside jokes (Oh, Torii Ellis, Trainer Joey touch my scapula, Just like every other girl). Our random code names, and dance parties will forever be some of my favorite moments. It doesn’t matter if I’m just sitting in your room watching you play video games, or if you’re being my shoulder to cry on. The fact of the matter is that I love getting to spend time with you, no matter what (sorry for the fannypack remark).
You have grown into someone I can be only proud of, and I am. I love you, and I hope you have a perfect birthday, because you deserve it. You deserve everything.

Now, I highly suggest that you all go wish Tyla a happy birthday as well.
I’m all warm and fuzzy inside.




Adding to the collection. I don’t think I could summarize this weekend up even if I tried. There were many mirror pics, lots of laughs, getting close to two amazing girls, inside jokes, random partys, and an all around perfect time. I’m so lucky to have the friends that I do.
Has never been something that I have excelled at.
Yes, I can be quite outspoken at times, and I can easily strike up a conversation, but when it comes to doing something that is unpredictable I normally tend to hold back. This normally results in me spending time alone, which I have no complaints about, but sometimes its pretty boring. I had told myself that with the start of the new year I would do new things. I wanted adventure, I wanted intrigue, to maybe take a trip or two. But, as we all know resolutions normally only last a month before we’re back to the same routine. Well, I’m no different.
Last week however I was presented with an opportunity of adventure. So I spent all week hemming and hawing thinking about what I should do. All of these what if’s came to mind, but none of them could justify a reason as to why I should turn down this offer. I have done too much of that, and this whole saying “no” thing has become quite dull.
So today, I put an end to that cycle and said “Yes” and you know what? I have never been more excited.