Letters to Jedrick

Little slip-up

Dear Jedrick, 

I don't know if I should be concerned about my  own mental health. Today I saw you in the hallway and you were wearing that cute little smile again. The one I  learned to love and I felt, well,  relieved. Like, a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Till that day I didn't know that you can get scared of your own thoughts. I mean yes, I did know that  it could happend sometimes, but I never thought that it would ever happen to me. And to be totally honest with you, I really was- and still am scared, because today I realised that this little 'crush'  I have on you, is growing bigger every day, into something I'm not sure I'm able to embrace just yet...

That's not the only thing I recenty discovered though. Ha, with all these new discoveries I kind of feel  like Dora the explorer .

Omg... 

Please forget I wrote that *blushes* , I don't even like that show. Not that I like watching kid's TV shows or anything... Maybe kid's movies, but come on, when it's Disney? Who doesn't like Disney!? Especially  Mula-  Dang it, I'm getting off track again. Or maybe I'm stalling; I don't know. Probaly a bit of both...

Aanywaays, what I acutally wanted to say is that, although I'm crushing on you (and I'm glad I'm just wrting this, because if I had to tell you that in person, I would probably put a tomato to shame with my red face), I don't really know that much about you. Close to nothing actually. And I 'd really like to change that. 

Before you think 'Oh my gosh, is she gonna stalk me now  and expose my deepest, darkest secrets?'  You can relax, I won't do that. I'm not  that creepy. 

But  I figured ,since I haven't grown some balls yet (thank god for that one) and I'm still  too shy to talk to you and ask you stuff, I'm going to tell you a bit about myself first. And then, if by some miracle I'll be women enough to chat you up, you'll be slightly more prepared for  my weirdness. The keyword here being  if. But  lets think about that another time, I already overstrained my brain capacity for today.

Soo, where should I begin? Probably  with my name, but  we'll just skip that part and dive straight  into the juicy stuff . *wink*wink* 

Speaking of...I'm obsessed  with Pineapple Juice. Like seriously, give me a glass of Pineapple Juice and I'll love you forever. I absolutely  detest  coconuts though - never mind in what  way, shape or form. Always have and always will. But it's not even my fault! It's that stupid Ken Dolls fault. You're probably confused, but do not worry, I'll clear things up for you...

I developed my hate for coconuts at a young age and , as I already clarified, it's still going strong. I think it was my 6th birthday, when my mom bought  me this awesome Ken Doll. (Don't judge me. I was just a little girl obsessed with Barbie) Anyways, at first everything went smoothly and I absolutely loved to play with my new toy. But then, things started to change. You see, this Ken Doll had a special feature:  It was a summer edition and had an exotic smell. You wonna guess which one? YES! It was coconut. 

At first I didn't mind. But after some time the smell started to irritate me. I tried to wash it off with all different kinds of  shampoo and my mom even threw the doll in the washing machine, but to no use. It still smelt like this disgustingly, annoying fruit. And you probably already guess it: Since then I can't stand to even smell coconut, never mind taste it. 
So imagine my suprise as I accidently used my sisters  coconut flavored shampoo instead of my vanilla one. It wasn't a Pleasant suprise , so much I can tell you. 

But holy sh*t I already wrote so much, nearly too much. So let my unpleasant childhood  experience be the end of  this letter. 

Do not fear though, my little pen pal (I'll just call you that, for now), you'll hear from me again soon! Probably tomorrow. But let's not take away the element of suprise, yeah? Good. *giggles*

Until the next time.
Take good care!

xx