I'm that girl that has choppy hair and wears knee high army boots with buckles on the first day of school because I don't want to give people the impression of what I'm going to look like for the rest of the year. Not to mention make up is totally a waste of energy to wear. I sit around and listen to music, draw, and occasionally write.

My picture comes from a long line of inside jokes that i'm not even sure I understand anymore.

I am a total spaz. I poke myself in the eye trying to put on eyeliner but can jump ten feet down from a tree to sneak out. Getting back up is a little harder...

My phone hates me and goes off randomly. My principle is going to deeply enjoy trying to fail me because she firmly believes that no one that dresses like me could hold down a relationship while the head of the basketball team while ditching school half the year for the far more interesting world and still have a higher SAT score than the better part of Havard grads. That sentence actually summed up everything anyone would need to know about me.

The names comes from being in first grade and Jac being so much easier to write than Jacquelyn.