I've always felt so vincible.

Reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower and wondering why I waited so long.

"So this is my life. 

And I want you to know that I am 

both happy and sad 

and still trying to figure out how that can be"

It's been a rather roller coaster week for me, filled with bit back tears, Mona Lisa smiles, heart wrenching anxiety, combating by moments of intense peace.

First of all, there is more snow than I have ever seen on the ground.

I saw a wicked storm sweep through Chicago, and I was blessed that I had my whole family under one roof.

Then I was rudely awaken by a phone call that no one ever wants.

Apparently my Grandfather thought my Grandmother had a stroke, and he was having difficulties getting an ambulance, with the snow. 
It all turned out okay in the end, although it was a terrifying few hours.

After all of this, I was stabbed repeatedly by my best friend who insisted that injuring someone with safety scissors was impossible. 

So she claims. 

Although her 14 year old sister argues that scissors are scissors no matter how small. 

I'm siding with Tess on that one, sorry Emma.
(Thankfully, we were on Skype)

My first advanced art class started last Friday. 

I had a fun time. 

My friend Paige is amazing.

She finds all of this amazing music & media that I would never find by myself.

I've known her since I was 6 months old, and I have to pinch myself when I realize she's going to NYU next year :(

But, anyways, thanks to her, I am now fully aware of 

The Ukelele Orchestra Of Great Britain. Now would be an appropriate time to state that I wish I were British, except I am, so I'll just regret the fact I'm not in England at the moment.

Anyhow, let your mind be blown:

Well, I'm trying to get back into blogging.
We shall see how this works.

Later,
Jillian