Near Death Experiance: I Got Hit By A Car! (This is True)

Hey there people. You are probably looking at the title and wondering what it is all about. Or you saw my Facebook status and wanted the details of my little... experience. So yeah, here it is. I'll give it all. I got hit by a car. It's true. I'm fine. Now, listen to my story. (Hahaha, so cheesy sounding.)
So yesterday, my whole family (My mom, my older brother, two of my younger brothers and my sister) were supposed to go on a plane to Hilton Head, South Carolina for our vacation. My step-dad was coming from Ottawa to meet us there. Our flight was at 4:30 but we left a little early so we could go to the library and CVS. Well, as we were going up the driveway, the car all packed, everything ready for our flight, the mail-man drove up.
Now, I must just take a minute to explain a bit about my street. I live on a pretty busy street. The speed limit is 35 but everyone drives at least 45, and if you drive the speed limit they beep at you. Our mail box is then across the street. It's to save gas for the postal service I guess, all the mailboxes on one side of the street. Stupid if you ask me.
So, I went across the street to grab the mail from the mail man. "Isn't the mail being stopped today?" he asked me, for we had stopped it for our trip. "We're leaving right now," I told him, as he handed me the mail. I then looked past him to see the expanse of street behind him to the left of us, and then I turned looked to the right and saw no one there so I began to cross. But, while I had been turning to the right and walking the length of the mail truck, a woman had driven up on the left side. I didn't see her because the mail truck was in my way, and she didn't see me for the same reason. All she saw was my mom at the top of the driveway, about to pull out. Thinking that she would beat her she sped up right as I stepped out and BOOM! She hit me.
All I remember is seeing the car; I didn't even realize it was going to hit me. My mom said I must have seen the car behind instead as I was being hit. For that's when I went blank. The next thing I knew I was in an ambulance surrounded by strange men who were poking me and injecting me with things. I had forgotten everything that had happened that day. It felt like a dream that I was having on Friday night or something, that the whole thing was a dream. But being in the ambulance made me realize what was really happening. I felt tear on my cheek, I hurt in all different places, I had a neck brace on, and when I pinched myself... nothing happened. So I freaked out, and I feel sort of bad for the ambulance guys. I kept asking them what color shirt I was wearing and if my toe-nails were painted, to see if all of Saturday had been a dream or not. Then I started asking for my mom and telling them to call my dad. I slowly remembered what happened, getting the mail, seeing the car, etc.
My mom said I woke up before the ambulance. While I was on the ground and she was holding me. She said I was talking to her and the noise of the ambulance was what made me cry, it was what made it real. I'm glad I can't remember that though. Seeing al the neighbors around and the car that hit me wouldn't have been a good experience. They say I cracked the wind shield and dented the hood. I flew up, hit the windshield and the hood with my left side then fell onto the pavement on my right side, scraping my elbow, my head, and my hip.
The ambulance took me to the hospital where they took me to the emergency trauma center. Yeah, that's right; I'm a trauma patient now. Wooh! Well, on to my story. I got a cat scan so they could take off the neck brace and after that they x-rayed my knee, my pelvis, and my back. Everything was fine, thank god. I went back to my little room where they took out my iv's, gave me crutches and a knee brace, and sent me on my way. Weird, huh? I got hit by a car and I didn't even stay over night, six hours max.
So now I'm fine. Very achy, but fine. My left knee and upper left shoulder are hurting but everything appears to be fine. I'm glad it's not my right shoulder, and then I wouldn't be able to write!!! Well, I'll be good soon. I have a knee brace and all that, but it's good. We're actually going to Hilton Head today. I feel well enough to be put on a plane. Funny huh? So I'll update the blog sometime after the 28th. I'll bring more info about the woman who hit me and stuff. Until then.
Much Love,
Abundant Felicity,
~ Jenna

Who Am I To Judge?

I guess I come across as judgmental. Some people have told me that people have told them that they think I am judgmental. One of my friends seems to persistently tell me "Don't judge me!" And I always reply, "I don't judge, trust me!" Yeah, I don't judge. I don't know why I come across as judgmental, maybe it's my natural look on my face. Maybe it screams, "I'm judging you." I don't know. Well, I do. Sort of.
You see, I'm straight edge. I may have mentioned this before but who cares I renew your weak feeble memories. (Yes, you are weak and feeble. Hahaha) So straight edge is a personal choice. When one decides not to drink, do drugs, smoke, etc. Those three are my main choices. There are others that people take on with the title, such as vegetarian. I like chicken to much to become a vegetarian, so I'm not jumping on that boat to quickly. (Sorry chickens, you are just to delicious to let you live) Another thing people choose is to not have promiscuous sex. Well, I don't plan on having sex at all any time soon. (Especially if it's promiscuous. Haha.) So I guess I'm on that boat too. Haha. In some minds it has a bad name though because one time in like Utah or somewhere there were a bunch of Straight Edge gangs, attacking people who did not take on that lifestyle. Well, I don't do that. I barely flaunt it. I just sort of use it as an accuse for why I don't drink and stuff. It deters people much better than "I don't drink" does.
So the point of telling you all of that. The people whom I know who do drink and such see my as judgmental because I don't, I guess. This sucks because they don't want me around in the first place because I don't do anything and now they especially don't want me around because they think I judge them for the things they do and I don't. Well I don't judge! I just don't do that stuff for my own personal reasons; you can do it if you want. You're choice, who am I to judge?
The real reason I don't judge is because I am afraid of people judging me. They say those who are judgmental don't wish to be judged. But what about those who aren't judgmental because they themselves don't want to be judged? What about them? Well, I'm one of them. One of the self -conscious people who don't judge in fear of being judged. I know it's not nice to judge because of my fear. I do often make assumptions, but I never judge you by your actions or words. I just find out for myself though experience what you are like. Sometimes the assumptions are wrong, but I never take them to heart until proven. So do what you want, who am I to judge?
Much Love,
Abundant Felicity,
~ Jenna

Someday I'm Going To Be There Too

So, last night I watched the Tony's. You know the award ceremony for Broadway. Much like the Oscars of the Grammies. Well little did I know but this award ceremony touched me in a way I never thought it would. You see I've never actually watched the Tonys before. I never know when it's on and when I do know it’s on at weird times and my family is not interested. So I taped it this year with our TiVo and watched it later on. Yay! My first official Tony watching.
I watched it, right? Well, midway though the preview show or whatever I started crying. Yes, I started to cry, during the Tony's! Who does that?!? What is tear provoking about an awards show? Half the time they are so boring you want to poke your eyes out. I don't know but something was for me.
I'll describe the actual point in which I started to called "Grease, You're the One That I Want." It was a reality show that's point was to choose the new Sandy and Danny for a revival of Grease on Broadway. Well the people who I wanted to win won, which made me quite happy. So during the Tonys they came up and sang a song and stuff. It touched me somehow. Their success story or something. You know, they were normal people a little bit ago and now they're singing on the Tonys! That's amazing!!!
I think that is what I want. I want a success story like that. I want to win a Tony! No, I do not want to be on Broadway. I want to write for Broadway, or direct Broadway. I want to be famous for my writing. That is my one true dream. I want it so bad it hurts. Literally. There is a panging throb in my chest sometimes when I think about it. You may know that feeling when you want something or are waiting for something. But it's not a good feeling like it sometimes is. It actually causes me discomfort. I want to have my work on Broadway so much that is actually causes my physical discomfort. That is sad. I am a sad soul whose dreams will never come true. But hey, they may someday. Dream Big! Ahh... well... hope is all I can have now. And writing a lot. Maybe someday you'll see my name in lights.
Much Love,
Abundant Felicity,
~ Jenna

I Have A Problem...

I have a problem... (As my title says) I am completely, utterly, wholly, entirely, a hopeless romantic. Yes, that's right folks. I, Jenna, will swoon at any ounce of romance anywhere. I literally look for it I enjoy it that much. Most movies can make me cry if they have a decent love story. It actually barely has to be decent, just one at all! I find myself searching for the romance in children’s cartoons and watching people randomly and making up stories for them in my head. It is horrible. For it leaves expectations for my life and others that can not be fulfilled. Life is not a love story and my heart wants to make it so. But my mind knows it isn't and won't be. But as usual, my heart always wins. (This is another problem... for another day...)
So, you ask why this may be a problem? Who doesn't like a little romance? Let your mind go wild you say. Well, I can't let my mind go wild, if I did that who knows where I'd be now. Probably dead, or in an insane asylum. I'm serious. I have to keep a tight rein on this mind of mine. It is very crazy, very intense. And being a hopeless romantic does not help...
You see, I like to write, as you already know. But, it is quite hard to write a decent story when all you want to do is focus on the cute little romance you made between two characters. The majority of people in the world are not like me! They may like a little romance here and there but they do not want to be bombarded with it! I can't focus on the main story line with such a problem... It makes it less diverse... but awfully cute! No! We do not like cute Jenna!!!
Ahh... You see my problem? That part of my over active imagination does not help in life. It almost depresses me at times. Not that any part of my over active imagination helps me at the moment. It is currently making me jump from one story to the next, not focusing, always wanting something new, and never finishing. Well, now you know of my problem and maybe can understand why it plagues me so. Whatever, I'll learn to deal with it. Well... maybe... Though I complain, I might kind of like it… He-he…
Much Love, No! Scratch that. Much Enjoyment... Ick... Eh, never mind...
Abundant Felicity,
~ Jenna

Brothers! Can't Live With Them, Can't Live Without Them.

Why yes. This blog post shall be about my brothers. My lovely abundance of brothers. I have four brothers, (And two sisters but they are not relevant to this post... Sorry guys) one older and three younger. My older brother is 17 and my younger brothers are 12, 7, and 4. Yes quite a range I know. My youngest two brothers are half siblings. One from my Mom and my step-dad the other from my Dad and my step-mom. My other two siblings are from both of my biological parents. So yeah, that is a summary on my brothers, but why am I writing about them? Because of love them of course. And they are highly amusing. Hehehe...
So my two eldest brothers are absolutely adorable. I know, odd to be calling a 17 year old and a 12 year old adorable but it's true they are so cute. Not that my younger siblings aren't cute too, they are just cute in a different way. The way in which my elder brothers are cute is with girls. My 17 year old brother has this new girlfriend and they are sooooo cute. Well, I haven't met her and it would be really funny if either of them read this but I think they look so cute together. He obviously really likes her too. She is so much better for him than his old girlfriend. Though I don't know her they seem quite similar which is very cute. (I've said cute to many times...) Well, as for my other 12 year old brother. He is just starting his awkward adolescence stage and it is quite obvious. His voice is deeper and he takes more showers. (Thank god!) He has told me all about this girl he likes and the girls who potentially like him. It is so funny because I remember just a year ago he was telling me all about how he hates all the girls. Now he doesn't! Hahaha. It's just so cute!
Now, another reason I love my brother is that I can manipulate them quite evilly. They also help me with a lot of my problems. Though his advice is often quite crude or blunt my older brother always seems to make me feel better about my current problems I'm telling him about. And I have figured out a way to tell him a level of detail that just irks him sometimes and it is quite hilarious. It's so funny when he yells at me and tells me to stop telling him things that I save for my friends because "I'm his sister!" I love him, and he probably doesn't even know how much. (God let's hope he doesn't read this. Hahaha.)
As for my younger brothers. I love them to death as well. It has been so much fun to watch them grow up. My 7 year old brother always cried when I leave on any sort of prolonged trip. We haven't told him about India yet, he won't be able to stand it. He cries about how he doesn't want to go to college and how he doesn’t want me to go. It's so cute. This sounds like he cries a lot but he doesn't really. He's tough and plays with all the "big kids." Then my 4 year old brother. I always say he's my little buddy. When I'm older he is going to be so spoiled by me and he seems to know it. He does have a way of injuring my every time he sees me though. Probably because he is huge for a four year old, and way too smart. Hahaha.
I love them all. I don't know why I was inspired to write this but I think I need to appreciate them in some form of writing. So here it is. I wouldn't be the girl I am today without my men. Hahaha. Love you guys!
Much Love,
Abundant Felicity,
~ Jenna

Whatever! I Say Screw It!

So I had an idea on what to write about today but I forgot it. Wonderful of me I know. It was a good idea too... But whatever. Screw it. The topic of this blog post! Yay! So over the last couple of weeks in which I have been absent much has been going on. Good, bad, in between. Too much to summarize, so I won't. I'll just say I've used the expression in my title a lot lately, about numerous things.
One. Grades. I did decent but not as well as my step-father would have liked. But, there is nothing I can do about it now right? So I say screw it and let it be. I'll try harder next year and see how that turns out. So I'm currently waiting until the grades are mailed to my house and not telling my parents about the e-mail I got with my grades. So I can have a week or two of peace this summer.
Two. Exercise? Yeah, well my parents are making me do this stupid track program so I actually exercise. One thing, the only people who do track programs at my age are people who like track. The second thing, I don't need to be fit to write. And with my metabolism I can maintain this no exercise attitude for much of my life before I actually get fat. Which is quite convenient, thank you Mom, Dad, and genetics. Screw it, when it comes to exercise. I'll work on getting out of the track thing...
Three. I'm not really sure. I've run out of ideas that can last a whole paragraph... Here are the ones that only need listing. All of these things I say screw it too, just to clarify. Cleaning my room. Exams. Caring about the fact that I'll be away from my home school for 210 days and all that comes with that. Worrying about India. White teeth. My lack of money and how it seems to disappear as soon as I get some. Many other things that I can't think of at the moment... So yeah, I'm going to stop worrying about the unnecessary and worry about what I need / want to worry about this summer. Writing.
My goal is to get my play done, some of my musical and possibly start drafting my book. Yeah I know a steep task for my short summer. But if I don't finish I can take it to India with me. Give me something to do on the plane ride over. Hahaha.Well adios, I'll post soon I promise!!!
Much Love,
Abundant Felicity,
~ Jenna
P.S. Did I mention I'm going to India? I'll still blog while there. I am actually going to start a just India blog as well. Well I'm going for about 115 days. August 27th to December 19th or so. I'm looking forward to that. Should be fun!!!