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Call Me Beautiful

I hate being cute.

I’m so adorable,

omgeee!

I’m just so freaking cute!

Cute, cute, cute!

Well you know what?

After years of hearing that,

it means nothing to me.

You might as well be saying I’m plain.

I want to hear something different.

You don’t say it as often as I’d like you to,

but when you do, at least it has meaning.

I want to be called pretty.

Beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Stunning.

Mesmerizing.

Maybe it’s just society and their cardboard boxes

making me feel this way,

but it doesn’t matter.

It’s still how I feel.

So change my day.

My week.

My month.

My life.

And call me beautiful.

Jennifer Gioia (c) 2013

The Versatile Blogger Award

Thank you Julie at yourstruliejulie.wordpress.com , for nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award.

The nomination is an awesome compliment!

Of course, the Versatile Blogger Award has some rules:

• Thank the person who gave you this award. That’s common courtesy.

• Include a link to their blog. That’s also common courtesy — if you can figure out how to do it.

• Next, select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly. ( I would add, pick blogs or bloggers that are excellent!)

• Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award — you might include a link to this site.

• Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

And the nominees are (in a random order):

lesleycarter.wordpress.com

darlacook.com

mookology.com

theredheadchronicles.wordpress.com

reasonablyludicrous.com

ladylibrarianast.wordpress.com

poetryanddevotion.wordpress.com

victoria-writes.com

mandogtruck.com

kellieelmore.com

eatsleeptelevision.wordpress.com

feistyflies.wordpress.com

marykwheeler.wordpress.com

prettyfeetpoptoe.com

frugalfoodiefamily.com

So go check out how awesome these blogs are! :)

Seven Fun Facts:

1) I am a carb addict.

2) The Vampire Diaries is my guilty pleasure.

3) I’m a sophomore in college.

4) I thought I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up, but now I don’t.

5) This May will be the one and a half year anniversary with the love of my life, Ben.

6) I was born a summer girl.

7) I secretly enjoy fantasizing about the future.

Thanks everyone for your support. I really appreciate it! :)

xoxo Jenny

New story!

Thanks to my ENG303 Writing Fiction Workshop course, I’ve finished my short story, “Not Meant To Be?”.

Unfortunately, for you, I am only posting once every Friday. So if you would like, click the cover below and be brought to Wattpad.com, where I post most of my original fiction.

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Alissa Adams and Marc Archer plan on getting married once they graduate college. However, one drunken girl’s night at the club has lead her waking up next to a naked stranger. Alissa has cheated on her longtime boyfriend, current fiancé. In a state of shock, she makes her way back to her apartment and climbs into bed, hoping it all to be a nightmare. Although fantasy is sending her texts, she needs to answer the door, because reality is knocking.

*** Updates are every Friday, starting March 1, 2013. ***

COPYRIGHT: All my works are copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. This includes all chapters, prologues/epilogues and associated content (i.e fanfics, teasers and content within blogs, social networks and eReaders). Any unauthorised copying, broadcasting, manipulation, distribution or selling of this work constitutes as an infringement of copyright. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law.

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You Are…

You are the shine in the sun.

You are the whispers in the wind.

You are the butterfly at the bush.

You are the figures in the clouds.

You are the waves crashing in.

You are the laughter that I hear.

You are the smile on my face.

You are the sparkle in my eye.

You are the perfection of the moon.

You are the lights in the night sky.

You are the motion of the current.

You are the softness of the sand.

You are the goosebumps on my body.

You are the tangles in my hair.

You are the salt in the sea.

You are the mist of the water.

You are the warmth inside of me.

You are the love inside my heart.

You are the mate to my soul.

You are the matching beat to my heart.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

You are the love of my life.

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Caring For Your Tattoo.

About An Hour After Your Tattoo:

Remove the bandage and take a long, hot shower. Wash tattoo with antibacterial soap (like DIAL) and rinse with hot water, allowing the water to run on your tattoo. For they next three weeks, subservient showers should include a quick wash and rinse of you tattoo, then try to limit how much the water runs on your tattoo (no baths or hot tubs for three weeks). After your shower, pat dry your tattoo with a cotton or paper towel. Allow your tattoo to air dry for an additional five to ten minutes, then apply a small amount of Preparation H Ointment. After the plasma cycle (oozing) ends, which may take four to twenty-four hours, apply Preparation H Ointment to the tattooed area.

First Four Days:

Apply the Preparation H Ointment to the tattoo three to five times a day or any time your tattoo appears to be dry. Use sparingly, applying just a thin coat across your tattoo. Try to apply only to the tattooed area of your skin, as best as possible.

Day Five Through The Next Three Weeks:

Discontinue the use of Preparation H and switch to a fragrance-free hand lotion (like Lubriderm or Curel). Apply in the same casino in small amounts three to five times a day as needed. Continue this through the remainder of your three week healing process. (Three weeks is an estimated healing time using this care regimen. Each individual heals differently and your healing time may vary slightly.)

During the healing process, your tattoo will go through some changes. Some scabbing may occur but usually is minimal. For the most part, a thin layer of skin will begin to peel off. It is very important to let this fall 100% on it’s own. No picking or scathing at your tattoo, as this will result in lost color. Keep tattoo clean, moist, and out of the sun until fully healed.

Courtesy of Skin City Tattoos.

My First Tattoo.

I’m writing about my first tattoo and I don’t know how to start it… Well let’s start with how my day began.

I woke up at eleven in the morning, because what other time is a college student supposed to wake up at during winter break, and ate some oatmeal. My Google search taught me that it’s good to eat something at least an hour before your tattoo. Not something too light like a salad or too heavy like pasta. I chose oatmeal, because one it’s delicious, two it fills me up, and three it takes only one minute in the microwave.

After I ate, I took a shower. Google said that it’s good to wash your body before you get your tattoo done. The reasoning behind it is so the artist doesn’t think you smell bad and rush through the tat. When I was finally ready to go around two in the afternoon, I drove to the bank with my mum and my best friend Victor. I stopped by the bank to get cash, because most places like to get paid in cash.

Then it was go time. I was somewhat nervous, somewhat excited. Just like on the first day of college. Except college wouldn’t hurt you.

When I reached the tattoo shop I talked to the artist Chad. I went to Skin City in New Windsor, New York. I love the environment there. It’s clean, has nice decor, good music, and nice people.

Chad and I talked about the tattoo design and where I wanted to get it. Originally, it was going to be on my bikini line, however we decided to make it a little higher, so it could contort well with my hips and curves. Once we got the design done, he put the stencil on me. I loved it. When he was about to begin, my heart was pounding and I told my mum to grab my hand.

Once the needle went into my skin, it hurt a little bit. Once he got to the bone, it hurt a lot to the point where I was actually making noise. I tried to focus on my breathing and the music around me. Then I tried concentrating on my mum and Victor’s conversation, joining in every now and then. At some points when Chad was on the bone, I couldn’t even think, let alone talk. However, the pain was bearable.

Once the stencil was finished, my endorphins kicked in and it was numb. I could barely tell when the needle was in my skin, except for when he was on the bone. Once he started filling in the stars and the crescent moon, it hurt a little bit. It just felt like someone was scratching you over and over again in the same spot. After a while, it became numb again.

It took about 45 minutes to an hour to finish the tattoo. Chad was very nice and interesting to talk to. I was so proud of myself. I surprised myself with the fact that I could handle that type of pain. It really wasn’t that bad. Everybody makes out tattoos as very painful, regrettable decisions. However, mine was bearable and I know I will never regret my tattoo.

I got this certain tattoo because of my love for the sea, the moon, and the stars. When I go to the beach and swim in the ocean, I am the most content that I can be. The ocean has been a part of my life since I can remember. My family and I go down to the Jersey Shore every summer. We’ve also been to Florida, the Caribbean, and Mexico. When I’m in the sea, on a boat, my life comes to a halt and I just indulge in the beauty of it all.

The reason I got the moon is a very complex reason. I have always had a love for the moon. I am a night person, and obviously during the night, the moon is out. When I see the moon, I am at peace. It’s just soothing. I think it’s incredible how the moon can control the sea’s waves. My favorite animal is the wolf and the wolf’s love for the moon is just another reason for me to love it as well. I got the stars because I just think that when the night sky is clear, the moon is hanging high, and its so starry, that it’s just beautiful. I’ve always had a curiosity for the moon and stars. What’s out there in space? What are all these constellations? What are stars made out of? I love astronomy as well as astrology and stars just seem to represent both.

The wording, “Stella del Maré” stands for Star of the Sea in Italian. I chose Italian, because I am half Italian. My father’s side is all Italian and I take pride in my nationality. I know some Italian and plan on taking more courses in college to further my knowledge of such a beautiful language.

I love my tattoo and how it incorporates all three of my favorite things that I love into one. My tattoo has many memories behind it of the sea, as well as my favorite animal, my aspiration for knowledge about astrology and astronomy, and my nationality.

I chose the spot to be on my left hip because it’s near my bikini line and I always wear bikinis at the beach. I really don’t know why I chose my left side. I feel like it was a subconscious decision. My cartilage piercing is also only on my left ear. Research shows that you chose whatever side opposite of your writing hand. I’m a righty, so I picked my left side of the body. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but whatever. I also chose my hip, because it’s a spot where it can be hidden underneath clothing. I know I will be getting a professional job and you have to look professional, so it’s in a good spot where I can hide it if need be.

I love my tattoo and can’t wait to get my next two. (: And yes, you read correctly, I plan on getting another two. However, no more.

I Wish I Wasn’t Scared.

I wish I wasn’t scared

To tell you how I feel.

I wish I wasn’t scared

To show you how much it’s real.

 

I wish I wasn’t scared

About where you’ll take me.

I wish I wasn’t scared

About what that’ll be.

 

I wish I wasn’t scared

To let myself fall.

I wish I wasn’t scared

For me to give you my all.

 

I wish I wasn’t scared

Since you told me those three little words.

I wish I wasn’t scared

That those three little words

Mean so much.

 

I wish I wasn’t scared

About the whole thing.

I wish I wasn’t scared

Of what it can bring.

 

I wish I wasn’t scared

But I am.

I wish I wasn’t scared

To change how I am.

 

I wish I wasn’t scared

But I hope you can see.

I wish I wasn’t scared

That you were made for me,

 

I wish I wasn’t scared

Of saying it back.

I wish I wasn’t scared

Of getting an attack.

 

I wish I wasn’t scared

To open my heart to you.

I wish I wasn’t scared

That I do love you.

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The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

This past Monday was Halloween. In celebration, the Student Association put together the play The Rocky Horror Picture Show. There were two showings, one at 7:30 p.m. and one at midnight. The ticket was only five dollars. I went to the midnight showing with my roommate Lexii, my floor mate Alyssa, and my CA Max. Max and I sat on the floor so we had a front row spot. Lexii and Alyssa didn’t want to sit on the floor so they sat a couple of rows back in chairs. Max dressed up in only his black underwear and a red tie. I dressed up as Wonder Woman, Lexii was Robin, and Alyssa was Batman.

It was my first time seeing the show live. I’ve seen the movie tons of times; however, they still considered me to be a virgin. So in the beginning before the show, they called up all the virgins and scribbled a big V in red lipstick on all their foreheads, including mine. Then the challenge they gave us was to make the best sex noise into the microphone. Let’s just say it was very funny and embarrassing. Once the show began, I was mesmerized. The music, the costumes, the make-up, the dancing. It was so much fun! I sang along with the songs, however, didn’t do the shout-outs. I would have if I knew them.

My favorite part was when the Master of the castle was fooling around with Janet and Brad, yet Janet and Brad didn’t know it was the Master. It was pretty funny. My favorite character is Creature, because I love his golden underwear and his big muscles. It was kind of funny though, because he sort of looked like my floor mate Charlie, but I knew it wasn’t him. The only negatives were that the music kept skipping every now and then, and sometimes the microphones didn’t work. It was okay to me because I was in the front so I could still hear them, but I doubt the people in the back could.

We got back to the dorm around one in the morning. It was a lot of fun. The play is way better live than from just watching the movie. The next day I called my mom and told her about it. She was happy I finally lost my “virginity” to the play like she did when she was younger. Now, I can’t wait until next Halloween to see it again. Maybe my mom will come up and we’ll see it together. That’d be really fun. It’d be a night full of laughter to remember.

Come Back To Me…

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Many people have asked me that in my life and I have always given a different answer. People always say to follow your dreams, your goals, your wishes. If you do what you love, you will be successful.

I originally wanted to be a writer, an author, a novelist. However, now I don’t know if I should… I love writing, creating new worlds, new characters, new lives. But will I really be successful enough to make a living off of it? And what about right out of college? Will I be publishing my works by the time I graduate with my B.A.? Will it be enough to own my own place, my car, bills, and still have some left over to enjoy being a young adult? I doubt it. I doubt I will have a job waiting for me right after college. I doubt I’ll be able to publish my first book and make millions off of it. I’m not being negative here, I’m just being realistic.

In this time and generation, it’s harder to find work, especially right out of college. What will my future look like in four years? In ten years? Will I be making enough money to live the life I want?

But wait. Ask me again. What do you want to be when you grow up?

What about an editor? It’s still in the same field as an author, just at the other end of the spectrum. I enjoy editing, I really do. I plan on editing student’s papers next semester and getting paid as a tutor. I think it’s perfect for me. The only thing I’m not good at is editing my own work, but then again, not many people can edit their work well either. Why not be an editor? If I get some internships I could have a job waiting for me once I graduate, if I’m lucky enough. I might not start out as an editor, but I could work my way up the ladder.

But what about my dream? People always say to follow your dreams. Well then what about my dream of becoming a published author for young adult fiction? Am I just giving up on it? Just like that? Because I have to be realistic?

I like to think of myself as a dreamer. I do. One of my favorite quotes is by the famous John Lennon.

“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.”

As a child, that’s all I’d ever do. Dream, day-dream, live in a fantasy world. Maybe that’s where Tom comes from. I sometimes doubt if he was ever really real? I did, and still do, have an over-active imagination. It’s one of the perks of being a great writer.

And then there’s those days, like today, where reality grabs your feet and pulls you down from the clouds. And you think, can I really do it? Can I really accomplish my dream? I don’t know. That’s my answer. A year ago, if you asked me I would have said yes, no question about it. But now? Am I giving myself an unreachable dream? An unrealistic goal? I don’t know.

I’m not being negative, I’m just being realistic.

Where is the balloon that brings you back into the clouds? Reality pulled us apart and I can’t find it. Come back to me…

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