That's Where You'll Find Me

I’m a prescriptivist in a descriptive world. I like the sound of being the prescriptivist in a descriptive world, but I don’t see myself as that idiosyncratic. I actually think that everyone sees the world in a prescriptive way, but they just don’t pay attention.

Where trouble melts like lemon drops

High above the chimney tops

That’s where you’ll find me.

That’s me. The girl who lives in her own lilliputian chimera. The girl who thinks she is a different person than she is. The girl who is always making unicorn & mermaid sounds. (which granted, has nothing to do with my worldly delusion—but still important to note while getting to know me.) I just see the world as the way I want it to be—the way it should be. Not the way it is.

Oh somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high.

And the dreams that you dare to

Oh why, oh why can’t I?

Well, I’m Jenna and I’ve recently seen holes in my bubble life.

If you don’t think Jenna is "classy" enough –or cla$$y enough–, like I have so recently been told, you can call me Genevieve. It sticks, I promise.

I’m nineteen. & I’m a sophomore at Brigham Young University. & I live with five intimidatingly pretty girls. Ask me how many bathrooms we have. I dare you. [one].

And no, intimidateingly isn’t a word. Apparently reunitement isn’t either. Although I’d like to argue the counter.

I am an animated [annoying] texter. I use smiles and points of exclamation and only spell correctly because my Droid Bionic telephone tells me to.

I love whistling. I think because one time about one year ago, I heard a lonely whistle echoing through the campus bank… I am pretty sure I had just failed an American Heritage exam and let me tell you —that whistle made me so stinkin happy.  

I love parallelism. 

I write with my HP 17in computer screen bisected with a blank word document and an internet browser with satiated tabs of thesaurus.com, urbandictionary.com, and meltolyrics.com. The .com’s eternally mock my illusory superiority.

I used to be an English major, until I realized I’m terrible at English. Now I’m studying Communications. And am realizing I’m terribly awkward when communicating. Rubish.

I am wearing eight rings right now and my nails are freshly polished gold because a friend of mine told me it was “really effing girly and it rocks”. You see what I’m dealing with here, people. I live in the land of the bros.

I want to be like you, but I also want to be like me.

Ooo-oooo-oooo-oo-oo-oo-ooo

Ooo-ooo-ooo

Ooo-oo-ooo, ah ah.

Oh, and a prescriptivist isn’t even a real thing.