"middleschool hair days never end"

I look in the mirror and crack myself up.

I've got on a bikini top tight underneath an old gray shirt. And a sixties necklace. And seventies hair that fans its way out in a red wave. No makeup. White legs.Paisley boxers. And two retainers pressed against the gums like the seventh grade metal mouth.

Sitting here in my room I am the middleschool pariah who grew up into a cream colored swan.(never white and doesn't want to be)

But in glamor there is always the trace back to geek.When chronologically,I was nothing between then and now.

JOURNAL ENTRY PART TWO: Jamie Pierson, I love you!

Ok boys and girls out there, I have a secret to unveil. There is one out there who far transcends the average. One who has a certain "JP" to her and loves to be out of the ordinary, just like a certain "HP" (yay, harry potter forever!) Yes, children, this person does exist, and no she is not in a book, but soon she will be writing them. This elusive person, this stargirl who leaves the world mystified is none other than Jamie Christine Pierson - coolest person second to J.R.R. Tolkien (and maybe C.S. Lewis). Now you see, my friend Jamie is having a bad day. So I just wanted to let her know that she is supremely rad and deserves to have the world at her feet. * as chris caraba sings "Jaaaamie.."*