Hello.

I'm Jasa. I think we met a long time ago. Here's a picture of the window over my bed.

I think probably the birth of my child brought me back to these Parts. Yesterday, W. Epaminondas Adrastus Blab was brought into my life.

He's speedy quick. I'll get a proper baby photo of him one day. He was for my birthday.

Hey I'm 21 now. Nothing's changed, except that I feel a little lame as an adult because I don't even know how to buy insurance.

There's more seriousness going on then you may realize.

I had another ballet recital. It might have been my last one. This year I was an evening star. Here is a silly phone picture of me trying to sit in the car in my poofy dress. It is probably my favorite outfit ever.

I'll get a proper photo of it one day.

Today I went to the dentist. He poked around in my mouth with this gloved fingers and it was pretty weird. I thought about biting him just to see what would happen. I didn't dislike my dentist. He wasn't hurting me. He wasn't even making me feel like an idiot. I just wondered how everyone would react if I bit one of his fingers.

I didn't.

I do love the dentist. I love the smell and the taste and the freakish sterility and the edge everyone's on for no reason. But today I got my teeth cleaned. And getting my teeth cleaned was one of the worst experiences of my life. I didn't try to bite the fingers of the teeth cleaning lady. I just clenched my hands together so hard I thought my tendons would pop and my eyes twitched with startling vigor and unevenness. I laid there and tried to think of beautiful things like Olivier Theyskens dresses, but I could hardly even remember what a dress was. Truthfully. My mouth still hurts.

I have pincurls setting on my head right now. You may remember that my hair looks something like the child of David Bowie and La Roux. (Though always remember I came first. [Well at least before La Roux, and I didn't know Mr. Bowie's hair till after mine was cut.]) THERE IS A FIREFLY ON MY WINDOW. My head hurts. Having them put in hurt. Sleeping on them is going to hurt. But I am quite certain that all of this pain is going to be worth it when I wake up tomorrow and have an afro mullet.

I'm tired now.

Welcome to my blahg.

I need to work on my unconditional love. The more I know most people, the less I like them.

However, this is the greatest picture ever.

We were given hearts to make our own decisions.

Obesity is not a disease. It's a choice.

I'm tired of pretenders.

I'll post happy later. When I feel happy.

That's better.

Pretty things.

This is my niece Hannah Noelle. She is the best thing in the world. The very best, best.

I'm reading a book. Like for fun.

It's been a while since I done that.

This is one of my new favorite things in the world. I always knew her in class, but now we're real life friends. I even hang out with her. Sometimes more than once in two weeks. Been a while since I done that too. She never does what I expect and she's hilarious as crash. And she likes me for whoever I am and never makes me feel stupid for anything I say or do. I love when you are free to be yourself around someone. She's a real treat.

This has been a pretty poop-filled past five months, really. But then there have been three good things that I am so, so glad about: Okay four: No order:

1. Dahlia. (Her.)

2. The Lamb. (My teacher.)

3. All those concerts in October. (Blitzen Trapper Brandi Carlile Avett Brothers Eisley Langhorne Slim Johnny Flynn Langhorne Slim Jonsi. Too much to bear.)

4. Hannah Noelle. (Okay, well she is about to happen. Like...NOW! Or......NOW! ANY SECOND, MY LIFE WILL CHANGE.)

Speaking of. LOOK how CUTE she is. Josh dreamed she had red hair. Who predicted this? Me. Nine months ago. But then Leah dreamed she was a black baby boy. Haaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Well I'm gonna study wolverines till I go to meet the Great Wolverine in the sky.

I was just telling a friend.

The word cuddle makes me want to poop in my own mouth.

I stole this picture from Nature. I do not watch television, but I watch PBS. Usually online. Does that count? Lately I've been learning about wolverines and crows and stuff. Got this great quote last night from the wolverines episode: "Well I'm gonna study wolverines till I go meet the Great Wolverine in the sky." I just made it the title of this post, so you probably had to read it twice. I win. And so do you.

Page.

One of my greatest college moments happened the other night.

I was walking from the parking lot to my dorm. I was still pretty far away when I heard about seven boys in their room absolutely screaming their hearts out some awful country song. They weren't just singing (badly) along. They were ad-libbing and running all over those notes and really just being so passionate about it. Seven of them. As loud as humanly possible. I could not stop laughing.

This is Justice in Turkey. She's a woman of the world.

Jenna is currently Googling how much Justin Bieber makes per concert, how much Miranda Crosgrove makes per episode and how much Bill Gates makes per second. She's a woman of the world.

Agatha.

School is where trying your best means nothing. Where the slow and steady do not win the race. Where God actually does forsake you.

I am packing for Alaska. I will sit in the woods in Alaska until I morph into a moose. Then I will live a beautiful life. Until maybe a hunter kills me, but I will still have had more fun than being here, ever.

Also red bikes have been haunting me.