I’ve sort of always figured that if you read this little blog, you probably already know me (Hi Grandma!
Hi Mom! just kidding my Mom doesn’t actually read my blog). But I sometimes receive emails from wonderful rainbow sparkly people I’ve never met telling me how much they love my blog (believe it or not) and it absolutely makes me ecstatic (ask Jeff because every nice email I read aloud to him approximately five times). But I’ve realized I’ve never really introduced myself, other than my “About” section which I will be the first to admit needs quite a bit of work, I’ll get around to it soon someday.
Hi, I’m Jordyn but you can call me Rainbow Sunshine (at least that’s what I told my class on the first day of Kindergarden, I also told them that I rode goats to school…so you can use your own judgement about what kind of weirdo kid I was).
It’s pretty much undeniable that I’m addicted to Starbucks (I know, I know, everyone says that) but seriously it takes SERIOUS self control to keep myself from that little green siren from constituting 85% of my daily caloric intake. It’s disgusting, it’s unhealthy, it’s expensive…don’t tell me, I’m working on it.
I could live in Lululemon and Bikinis. I don’t know what sort of climate or career would allow for that (personal trainer maybe?) but I’d be about as happy as a unicorn in a field of daisies.
I love love love children’s books, like, exponentially more than adult books. It’s embarassing when I walk into a bookstore because all I want to do is flip through the new picture books and read the backs of all the preteen novels. I took a children’s literature class last Spring and I was completely in heaven. Harry Potter, Chronicles of Narnia, The Hunger Games and A Wrinkle in Time all day for a quarter, it was a nerd party and I loved every moment of it.
I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, and I blame Barbie for that. Somedays I think “I love being a nanny so much, maybe I should be a teacher?” Other days I think I want to work in fashion and still other days I think I should do something to help the environment somehow. Barbie did it all so why can’t I?
I base way way way too much of my personal identity on my hair, especially considering how frizzy it is. Once I chopped it into a bob and dyed it brown and I nearly died…every morning for weeks was a major identity crisis, I would look in the mirror and just cry. Thank God for extensions!
Which brings me to…I’m sort of a backwards feminist. I like shopping and pink and fairytales, I love taking pictures of myself, getting my hair done and being treated like a princess HOWEVER don’t you dare tell me that’s what I should be doing and/or what I shouldn’t be doing. Don’t tell me that women are treated equally in the workplace (because they’re not) or that society doesn’t tell women that their value is based on their appearance because it does and I don’t like it. I may gush over fake eyelashes and glitter hairspray but that doesn’t meant that I don’t think women are perfectly capable of doing anything and everything a man can do.
I sort of have an anxiety problem (who doesn’t nowadays?) I won’t even bother showing up if I’m going to be late, I feel the need to HAVE to control and plan every social gathering I’m participating in and I can’t breathe when I have to call and cancel an appointment. To cope with my own crazy I use my anxiety to plan and control other people’s lives, my therapist tells me this is an escapist tactic that makes me seem like a psychotic control freak, so I’m trying to stop but old habits die hard.
All dressed up and no place to go, is literally THE story of my life. Fabulous heels, glittery dresses, glimmering eyeshadow and an excuse to get a blowout, these are the events I live for which is why I end up overdressed more often than not. Either that or I just wear yoga pants, there’s really no middle ground.
I’m a really “best friendy” kind of person. Let’s dress up like twins, let’s text non stop everyday, let’s take our boyfriends on cute little double date picnics and coordinate our underwear. I’m a first degree clinger, my friends must obviously see something in me if they have stuck around.
Oh oh and one more! I almost ALWAYS remember my dreams and most of the time they are crazy weird. If I’ve met you ever you’ve most likely been in my dream. If I read your blog you’ve most likely been in a dream of mine. If you’re a celebrity I’m obsessed with (Kate Middleton, Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus…Harry Potter) I’ve had dreams about being besties, sisters or even connected magically by our scars. If you’re a dolphin (thanks for reading), I’ve kissed your nose and fed you fish…in my dreams. I’m probably psychic or something except I hope not because I’ve had way way too many nightmares about serial killers.
If you’ve read through this entire post I’m completely in awe and now you know more about me than you probably ever cared to. Thanks for reading and let’s be friends okay?!