December 13, 2011
Dear Santa, You know, when I as little you could get by with just giving me all those cheap plastic toys. Toys that took me longer to set up than the time I spent using them. Bright plastic crap that always ended up discarded and forgotten by New Year’s Day. Christmas was really just magical then. Like Disney only in my own living room. I’d drag my brother out of bed at the crack of dawn so we could sneak down and see half eaten plates of cookies, stuffed stockings, and perfectly wrapped gifts. Wasn’t it beautiful when I believed in everything? I’m sorry Santa, but my requests this year aren’t as simple. Not even tangible for the most part. You’re Santa though, and if you can squeeze your 400 pound body down a chimney then I’m sure you can work some magic for me too. Firstly, I want to stop growing up. I don’t need to rewind, I just need to stop growing. Responsibility sucks. I mean I don’t have to deliver toys to millions of children in one night, but I’ve got my own problems too. Actually, maybe you can make things real easy and put an acceptance letter to a great nursing school (preferably with a full ride scholarship…) in my stocking right next to the candy-canes. That’d be great! I just want to know where I’m going from here. I want to be back in control in my life. You’ve got Rudolph, I’ve got deferrals. Since you’ve read this far I might as well mention that I’m probably in need of a job. You guys hiring in the North Pole? I don’t mind the long commute. Any questions, you know where to find me. And don’t worry, I won’t let Oliver eat your cookies this year. Love, Jillian PS. I do hope we can both overlook the fact that I most definitely made the naughty list this year…

Dear Santa,

You know, when I as little you could get by with just giving me all those cheap plastic toys. Toys that took me longer to set up than the time I spent using them. Bright plastic crap that always ended up discarded and forgotten by New Year’s Day. Christmas was really just magical then. Like Disney only in my own living room. I’d drag my brother out of bed at the crack of dawn so we could sneak down and see half eaten plates of cookies, stuffed stockings, and perfectly wrapped gifts. Wasn’t it beautiful when I believed in everything? I’m sorry Santa, but my requests this year aren’t as simple. Not even tangible for the most part. You’re Santa though, and if you can squeeze your 400 pound body down a chimney then I’m sure you can work some magic for me too. Firstly, I want to stop growing up. I don’t need to rewind, I just need to stop growing. Responsibility sucks. I mean I don’t have to deliver toys to millions of children in one night, but I’ve got my own problems too. Actually, maybe you can make things real easy and put an acceptance letter to a great nursing school (preferably with a full ride scholarship…) in my stocking right next to the candy-canes. That’d be great! I just want to know where I’m going from here. I want to be back in control in my life. You’ve got Rudolph, I’ve got deferrals. Since you’ve read this far I might as well mention that I’m probably in need of a job. You guys hiring in the North Pole? I don’t mind the long commute. Any questions, you know where to find me. And don’t worry, I won’t let Oliver eat your cookies this year.


Love, Jillian

PS. I do hope we can both overlook the fact that I most definitely made the naughty list this year…

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November 23, 2011
Why I Never Became A Vegetarian

In the back of my mind it’s always been a viable option. I’m picky enough when it comes to eating meats that it didn’t seem like it would be a hassle to avoid it altogether. It isn’t till now that I’ve actually labeled myself as a vegetarian for a month that I’m remembering the reasons why I never have before:

1) It’s Too Hard- Meat is the main dish which every meal is centered around, avoiding it would be a major inconvenience. Slapping together a sandwich has been my go-to meal for most of the year. Trips to late night fast-food establishments for tacos or burgers have become such a frequent habit that I fear I might become a social pariah.

2) The Finality Of It All- Am I really ready at the age of 19 to have eaten my last cheeseburger, taco, or piece of bacon? No, definitely not. I’m still not convinced that “lifetime commitment” is an actual concept that’s possible. I like to re-evaluate too much to do that.

3) I Don’t Want To Be That Person- It’s always bugged me when people customize their orders at restaurants. I feel terrible for the waitress who has to deal and even worse when the food ultimately gets sent back because it was wrong. I don’t want to be that type of person. I don’t want to ask for no chicken in a salad or to search the menu for a vegetarian option.   

4) It’s The Circle Of Life- We kill animals, animals kill animals, and we wouldn’t be here today if we hadn’t. Do I actually believe that “Meat is Murder”? No, not really at all.  People argue that animals are friends and not food. Yes, I wouldn’t eat my dog but I also wouldn’t befriend a cow before eating it. Plus, it doesn’t really look like a cow when it’s put on my plate anyway. In my opinion, the cruelty is not in the fact that they must die to feed us but in the way that they are forced to “live”. We watched footage for an hour and a half of my nutrition class one time, this inspired this experiment actually.

5) PETA- I think they’re all bat-shit crazy and that all they’ve done is given vegetarians and vegans a bad rep. They’re hearts might be in the right place but their methods are a bit unethical.

6) The Cravings- I know I’ll miss it. I would eat a turkey sandwich every day at school if I had cold-cuts. I’d probably eat Taco Bell (ignoring the argument that it’s not actually meat) daily too if it was nearby. I know I’d miss it, I know it’s not something that’ll be easy to go without.

Here I am halfway through my “Vegetarian Experiment” and I’ll save my thoughts on how it went for when it’s over.  For now, I’m still not making any promises on whether or not I’ll wake up on day 31 and eat bacon and eggs for breakfast.

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October 25, 2011
“That bitch defriended me.”

I wonder what Mark Zuckerberg intended the concept of Facebook friends to take the route it has. To have people becoming Facebook friends after they meet briefly at a super awesome party or are bonded for life because they attended the same high school. There are still people who only accept people they personally know and are friends with. Kudos to them, but seriously what a foreign concept. ‘Friend’ me. Press a button, let me into your virtual world. Allow you access to my trashy pictures from last Saturday night and obscure statuses borrowed from bands you’ve never heard of. My friends list is an endless list of people I met briefly, attend the same school as, am related to distantly, and mainly just don’t give a shit about. I talk to maybe fifty of them on a monthly basis. Yet, the concept of de-friending someone is considered the highest offense. I’m Hitler on a smaller scale performing a Facebook genocide of my friends list. Big deal. To some it’s a passively aggressive attempt at provoking a response from someone. You deleted them from your virtual life. De-friending someone doesn’t have to mean their needs to be animosity between you if you ever run into them again. When did it become acceptable to authenticate friendships online? If you’ve never written on their wall, never liked a pointless status, and it would be weird if you poked them then why are you even virtual friends? Simple solution; if Facebook did not exist, would you have this much access to my ‘life’? If the answer is no, then you have no right to be offended if one day you lose a Facebook friend.

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October 13, 2011
Today :)

“This moment contains all moments.”

-CS Lewis

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September 26, 2011
Additions To The Bucket List

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August 29, 2011
Someday you will wake up and smell the breakup. Realize that we won’t make up. It didn’t go the way you planned.

And you’ll know you didn’t beat me when you look down and see I’ve got an I heart question mark written on the back of my hand.

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August 29, 2011
Why can’t Taylor Swift write a song about getting wasted and drunk texting?

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August 23, 2011
Additions To The Bucket List

  • Attend A Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
  • Ride on one of those touristy double decker buses.
  • Polar Bear Swim at Long Beach

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August 23, 2011
FuerzaBruta

Unsure how 65 minutes of techno music has made me feel this good about myself. I don’t even know what that was or how to properly describe what it was. I guess to start it’s a show, with no stage, no words, no seats, no standing still, and lots of techno. It attacks every one of your senses. I’m pretty sure this show is meant for overstimulated college kids who enjoy the party scene. You’re not required to think, only to feel. I enjoyed that, shutting off my brain for an hour. I enjoyed the lights, the techno, the DJ spraying everyone with water, the confetti, the dancing, the cute actors funderwhacking (Alice in wonderland…anyone?..anyone? okayy). I even enjoyed the half naked girls (caught your attention didn’t I?) dancing/drowning/diving in a pool that was just inches on my head (allowing creepy men to grope the girls without it being a felony) and being pushed around by strangers.


But by far what I enjoyed most was the end, after the actors had taken their bows, when it became a giant club. When the ceiling opened up and it down-poured on us and the actors came out and danced with those of us willing to get drenched. It was liberating, I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s like letting everything go and just being happy and in that moment. It was careless (very actually, because I’m sure my poor camera will never forgive me) but it didn’t matter. We left the place drenched; head to toe. But not one of us cared, not even a bit.

Also, because my brain would never be able to completely shut off I was trying to justify a reasoning for what was going on. A purpose for the man on the conveyor belt or the half-naked women. I thought at first that the main character (cute blonde guy) was living in a dream world; dying at first, partying, watching everyday life pass him on the conveyor belt, erotic fantasy’s (the girls). Then at the part where he is frantically making sure the furniture stays on the conveyor belt that it was symbolic of him trying to fix everything in an extremely destructive world. Then I said fuck it, don’t over-think just feel.

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August 19, 2011
One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other

“It’ll be fine”

vs.

“hm. don’t worry your pretty little head over it, it’ll be alright”

thank you.

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