Small Childrens, How You Be Doin' That?!

HOW? Just the other day I saw a small group of childrens and they were like, running and screaming and throwing things and jumping and laughing and HOW? While they did this I sat on a chair dead tired because I'd been outside in the heat for like 20 minutes (if even, probably less) holding a camera in my hand. ENERGY-LESS. While these small children bounced off the walls ceaselessly. HOW DO YOU ACHIEVE THIS HIGH STATE OF ENERGY-NESS? HOOOOW? TELL ME. It's not that I dislike the way modern pre-teens and teens are - we can shop for hours while laden with 20 pounds of shopping bags while no 2 year-old could achieve such a feat - but I just wish I had as much energy as those little tikes. Well, maybe it's the naps. I suppose I'll have to try it sometime, but for now, this has been your average tired teenage Jelly, reporting for duty!

REALLY? If I don't exist then WHO IS WRITING THIS?!?! HUH?

Ok, so my sister lives in Oregon. And she goes to this all-girls school there. So she tells her friends there about Jelly (me, for those of you who can't relate the blog title to the person and are sorta like... Brain dead.) and they don't believe her. They seriously think she is lying about having a Geeky (capitalized due to the fact that Geeks are a separate race from humans and should be well distinguished from human beings), goofy, 12 year old piece of awesome for a sister. WHAT? If you are reading this, girls of SMA, I EXIST. Like, right now. Just - in Texas. Not Portlandia - I mean Portland. COUGH, COUGH - *put a bird on it* - COUGH, COUGH. Sorry, catch in my throat. A GAZILLION BROWNIE POINTS FOR THOSE WHO GOT THAT. Jesus loves ya, even if you don''t see it - over and out - JELLY WHO EXISTS.