Janie, not Jamie.
My name is Janie. No, it’s not short for anything (like Janiefer?) and according to the barista at Starbucks, it’s spelled Janey. I am a 22 year old living in the limbo that is post-undergrad, pre-AWESOME life traveling the world, writing, and general adventuring. A Midwest girl through and through, my family is from Taiwan so I’m a little east meets west though I find crab rangoons to be an absolute abomination.
Though I typically find other girls dramatic, exhausting, and too high-pitched, there are a few females out there whom I love dearly and would gladly give a kidney or spare cardigan to: my oldest friend Sweta who loved me pre-braces and contacts, my brunette bombshell Lauren who I always have orgasmic eating experiences with, my wild child Sarah who I first met with a handle of vodka in her purse, and my dear roommate Laura who always does my dishes when I forget to.
I am afraid of heights and pregnant bellies and all scary movies other than those with zombies or vampires because a.) I have a sick fantasy where the world goes to the shits with a zombie epidemic and I turn into a modern day Annie Oakley and b.) Brad Pitt as a vampire is totally hot.
If I had my way I would never drive another day in my life and be able to eat out for every meal. I’m still surprised they gave me a driver’s license considering I just learned how to parallel park…this year.
I’ve been dating my college freshman year dorm crush (which totally only happens in the movies) for two years now and as of today, Austin has helped me manage my fear of heights by pushing me down a black diamond ski slope, off the edge of a waterfall, and onto a narrow rock bridge. He is training to be a Marine Corps Officer and plans on climbing Everest (without me, thank god).