Shake Hands With The Stranger.

My latest creation; Tibbit.
Discovered from the discarded bananna peels of Africa.
He sustains energy from Flary Foss.
Tiger + Rabbit = Tibbit.

Tibbit need food.

Flary Foss.

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Would I still be here if perhaps I landed on my back rather than my wrists on that pile of bricks? Would I still be here If did not miss the pole sticking out of the ground when I fell out of that tree? Would I still be here if that car did not slow down? Would I still be here if I stood there watching that old man walk up to me instead of running away? Would I still be here if I let my father inside? Would I still be here if they made sharpener blades sharper? Would I still be here if that boat sunk? Would I still be here if I got on the same train as Andrew? Would I still be here if I had not changed schools? Would I still be here if we did not make that promise? Would I still be here if I never had met Savannah? Would I still be here? Would I be?

Point that pistol.

I Forgot Your Name.

Did you forget mine? Do you know who I am? Do I walk on four legs or two? Would you like to know something about me? A fact or two? Would you like to have a visual image inside your head of what I may look like, so, you can alter your decision on wether to read my blogs or not? If this is most desired, then, please continue!

Like any other teenager, 16-years-old, my frontal cortex has not fully developed and I find myself wondering if mine will EVER develop fully. What is that phrase? 'You can only remember things if you really want to'. Well, that aside, I have a terrible memory for certain things - the important things. I forget to take my antibiotic tablet, I forget to feed my cat, I forget to do the English essay... but, I can remember how long exactly The Dark Knight runs for, my best friend's number, the first 16 digits of Pi(e) so far, the years which certain movies were made, the lyrics to nearly all the songs I listen to. Did you know the heaviest metal is Plutonium?

Physical description: Me genes are mostly recessive. I have pale skin in which you can see the veins underneath, my natural orange hair is intense and bold, I am 184.2 CM tall, I have blue eyes. Does that help? I can wiggle my ears, loop my tongue, and bend my left index finger backwards to a acute angle. I am the defected.

You do not need to know any of this! None of this matters.

You know what I look like, what if you see me walking down the street? Shake my hand and I will shake yours back. Will I get annoyed? No. Another important topic which is a large part of my personality is "pet peaves". Do you have any? I will list three.

• When people do not use correct grammar e.g. ii luv u 2, dat is kewl.
• Heroine addicts who decide shouting every single night is the best way to live.
• Animal cruelty.

I could go on further if you would like? Maybe another time...

To end this rambling of the Bona-fide Jessica, I do it with a qoute.
"I am deeply superficial".

Nature.

"Hey Jess, come outside, there is a rainbow!" My sister yelled at me with pure excitement. I ran outside following her to view the large light spectrum which blew me away. Such a rare delight! I immediately scoped the surrounding sky for further evidence of more rainbows as we call them nowadays. I did not have to look far, because, just above this dark rainbow a faint one sat. I assumed they were lovers and took photos. I am a pervert; without hesitation.

This reminds me of the time I was sitting out the front of the Sydney Art Gallery with my class and teacher. We were all occupied with observing other schools and their uniforms (waiting for a bus). I sat quietly the whole time just thinking until I heard the teacher and my buddies conversation about the current passing school, which wore green and brown. My teacher exclaimed, "It's very hard to make green and brown look good together". Without hesitation, I responded, 'Oh! That's easy, just plant a tree!'. I was satisfied with my remark and thought I deserved a medal. It is oh-so-true!

Lobotomy

Is it possible that when we pass another person, where ever we may be, that we may know them from where were only new to the world. A baby observes the world with a much different perspective than adults or teenagers, so when we were younger observing everyone and everything that we saw, someone took our interest and we looked at them for a few seconds.
Now, is it possible that 10, 16 or maybe 20 years later that we cross paths with the same person recognising this person, unable to think of where from - completely confusing - the answer is that we saw them when we were a few months old and we remembered this person.
Is this possible?
If you look at someone you recognise, did you know them from five years ago; just passing them on the street.