Jenna grace. kinda like Beyonce.

have you guys ever thought of your famous name? because i do. you see, being a wickedly successful blogger and what not, my hand is a little less than forced to think about such things. so, ive concluded that my famous name would be jenna grace. my surmen will be obviously disappointed that they could not affiliate themselves with me. but thats one less christmas card im willing to accept.

but really if you must know, this topic was brought to my attention because i joined what i like to call "The Feather Frenzy" across the globe people think its cool to take feathers and put them on their heads. history, my friends, is in fact repeating itself. (thank you native americans)

im secretly really into my feather. i think its the coolest thing thats ever happened to my head. i even talk to it sometimes cause im scared it'll get upset if i blowdry it. so i stick my head in front of the fan and tell my feather that its just wind. i wonder if anyone else does that. anyways...

what does this have to do with my name? not a whole lot. but i figure when im famous ill put things in my hair and start a worldwide phenomenon that will ultimately make me the coolest person alive.

story time: ( best if read in your head really intensely and preferably with your eyes squinted and mysterious)
it was a medium temperatured day in east bakersfield, a young girl, pink backpack confidently in hand, walked home for a playdate with her best friend, jill. (names have been changed for temporary dramatic effect) they happily pranced up to her room, unaware that something awesome was lurking in their future.
during a heated game of princesses, jill and young girl decided that they needed some wicked awesome costumes to go with their identites. they selected a beaded necklace to wear about their heads, hitting just above the eyebrows. young girl had an idea. "lets wear these to school tomorrow"

a legend was born.

days passed and slowly but surely jill and girl had almost every girl in their class wearing necklaces on their heads. even an upperclassmen, a 4th grader, decided to join in the wave of fashion. teachers whispered as the children passed, wildly jealous of their success in life. i distinctly remember one teacher asking another about "the necklace cult"....and 3rd grade year was never the same. yes, young girl was me. and "jill" was paige.

history, could very well repeat itself.