Home My MySpace Photobook A Survey of Tanna Home of a Creative Writer Poet Book Hardcore College Essays Discovering Paris The Old Revamped Email Me!	Discovering Paris Or Rather, Discovering a Tanna Have you ever had a summer where it started out badly, and then when you thought it couldn't get any worse, it certainly does? I spent most of my time at high school in a state of uptightedness (I'm sorry, but it's a word now,and it's official), striving for the A that would somehow rocket me into a successful career at college. If you can believe it, though, all that, a 3.97, Salutatorian status, and enough honor cords to choke a boat full of unlucky pirates, and I know...jack shit. Jack, eff'n, shit. My jack shit (JS) helped destroy my relationship with a man that I adored and loved so much, stressed me out, made me so unhappy, put me on the wrong foot with God, and made me want to cease to exist. This summer's challenges, however, have taught me a little bit of jack, and a lot of bit shit. I wish to share bits of my journey here, and tell you that I don't need to know what is going to happen every minute of the day, to decide which trail head to take when I get there instead of highlighting the map, to not ask people what is going to happen and just let it happen, just let myself smile with surprise, not imagine expectations doomed to fail, and simply live. I have learned that I am short and I love it, that my nose is different, and I love it, and that my breasts are small, but at least guys look at my gorgeous face. I have learned that I am a really awesome person and not to be scared of the stronger side of my personality, I have learned to laugh and smile and flash my bright, lovely teeth. I have learned how cool I am and that it is Collin's loss. I love it, I am loving life. Videotaping a night in Paris The Kind of Person I Want to Be-Really cute header picture! The Game Plan The Grand Puzzle A Simple White Pill The Summer that Broke the Camel's Back

Discovering Paris

Or Rather, Discovering a Tanna

Tanna and Paris

Have you ever had a summer where it started out badly, and then when you thought it couldn't get any worse, it certainly does? I spent most of my time at high school in a state of uptightedness (I'm sorry, but it's a word now,and it's official), striving for the A that would somehow rocket me into a successful career at college. If you can believe it, though, all that, a 3.97, Salutatorian status, and enough honor cords to choke a boat full of unlucky pirates, and I know...jack shit. Jack, eff'n, shit. My jack shit (JS) helped destroy my relationship with a man that I adored and loved so much, stressed me out, made me so unhappy, put me on the wrong foot with God, and made me want to cease to exist.

This summer's challenges, however, have taught me a little bit of jack, and a lot of bit shit. I wish to share bits of my journey here, and tell you that I don't need to know what is going to happen every minute of the day, to decide which trail head to take when I get there instead of highlighting the map, to not ask people what is going to happen and just let it happen, just let myself smile with surprise, not imagine expectations doomed to fail, and simply live. I have learned that I am short and I love it, that my nose is different, and I love it, and that my breasts are small, but at least guys look at my gorgeous face. I have learned that I am a really awesome person and not to be scared of the stronger side of my personality, I have learned to laugh and smile and flash my bright, lovely teeth. I have learned how cool I am and that it is Collin's loss. I love it, I am loving life.

Videotaping a night in Paris
The Kind of Person I Want to Be-Really cute header picture!
The Game Plan
The Grand Puzzle
A Simple White Pill
The Summer that Broke the Camel's Back