Your Typical, Happy, Sappy, Nice-to-Meet-You-Introduction.

Well hello there!

My name is Jessica Ke, and if you're reading my blog, either you love me an insane amount, happened to stumble upon it entirely by accident, or I threatened you with bodily harm, which sadly, has been known to happen at times.  I don't mean to, it just...happens. 

I am a 17 year old girl from the magnificent town of Issaquah, Washington, located about fifteen miles either east or west (I really have no clue) from Seattle.  Population?  12,847 humans (I think), one IHOP, and about 30 goats.  The IHOP is significant because I work there (why I do is completely beyond my understanding, but I guess I do love the cooky people there), and many, many, many of my odd musings come as I'm methodically cleaning our lovely new menus free of syrup, lovingly left behind by our happy customers.  Come hungry, leave everything in the world sticky.  The goats on the other hand, were recently featured on Comedy Central in an obvious attack on the government, as instead of hiring our dear citizens to landscape for us, our very nice town has imported in 30 goats to mow our hills.

It's quite sad really, since I once ran down that hill pretending I was Julie Andrews, wind in the hair, voice belting out the lucious Rodgers and Hammerstein music, as trucks blared at me...yeah.  Doesn't happen anymore, since there's goats there.

Here's a video of alpacas, since the goat video's disappeared.

It's quite fabulous, innit?

So, I guess since we're still doing the introduction thing, I should explain myself a bit me.

I'm quite satrical and sarcastic.  I say a lot of things that I don't mean that normal people take offense at.  If I ever say something that to you, is offensive, I probably didn't mean it.  And I apologize in advance, since I probably won't at that moment.

Nothing bothers me more than bad spelling and grammar.  With that said, rarely do I ever reread what I write and spell check, leading to much hypocrisy and a 5% deduction on my essays.

I really do love music.  I'll listen to anything, except that random, indie, guitar-y stuff (Colbie Cailliat) since I'm more into the big, theatre window shattering/high C belting/Lea Salonga sort of stuff.  Yes.  I'm a musical rat.  I will sit through any musical of your choice and by the end, I'll have half the words memorized.  My favorite?  Phantom of the Opera.  Please don't argue with me on anything if you value your life.  My friend Jill and I constantly disagree on actors that have taken the roles of the Phantom, Christine, and Raoul, and surprisingly?  She's still alive.

I respect intelligence.  Not in the form of 'straight A's', since heaven knows I've never gotten them, but in the form of acting your age and knowing when to be mature.  These days, ever since facebook has granted access to people of all ages and places, I'm constantly shocked at the amount of old women freaking out at the slightest gorgeous lad.  Yes, it's adorable and endearing for a 70 year old to be crushing, or cadazzling, as I call it, on a 25 year old surfer boy from Ireland named Keith Harkin with extremely blue eyes and large mus--erm, but posting love messages on his wall everyday?  *runs away screaming* 

Are you getting sick of me yet?  Here.  Watch this video of babies laughing and then return to reading.  Or you can stop if you want to and enjoy a brownkie.  Which is a cross between a cookie and a brownie.  Yes, it's an actual thing.

You're still thinking about the brownkies, eh?

Well.  Anyways.  Onto dreams and destinies and other...crap.

My dream is to one day be a star on Broadway.  I don't care about being famous and all those shenanigans--in fact?  It seems like a hassle.  What I want to do is to have a stable career.  So many times, you see adults stuck in these dead-end jobs that they don't enjoy, yet they make a good amount of money.  Per example, see my family.  My mom works in a bank as a Teller Manager.  She makes enough for us to live comfortably in a very good community and still have extra cash for the occasional treat...like my brother's Wii that I had to stand 3 hours outside on Black Friday for.  She works hard, and we live a nice life.  But SHE HATES HER JOB.

I want to struggle.  Recently, this summer I went to New York City again (I was born there) and met many stars from Phantom of the Opera that perform at night, and wait tables in the morning.  Yes.  It's a very tough life.  They run constantly from home to costumes to the kitchen, then  back to the theatre, all for such little pay.  But they're happy.  They're doing what they love and recieving thunderous applause each night, and that's what people should crave, instead of a happy little suburban home life.  Which I suppose, many people do love, and maybe one day I will too.  But for now, I like struggling.

This whole blogging concept is quite new to me.  I've tried once before, and miserably failed...so I hope this time, it works out.  Who knows, maybe I'll be a professional blogger instead! ;)  Or...not.  Oh well.

Sending lots of brownkie hugs your way....(mmm brownkies)
Miss Fruitcakey