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An email to my best friends
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T oday I sent an email to my best friends. Since so many of us are all over the world right now, email is the best form of communication and keeps us close. I wrote an email and I decided to post it here. For posterity's sake. After reading it a bit later, I realized I want to remember how I'm feeling at this exact moment. The good, the bad, and the slightly German.
To: Best Friendos From: Jasmine Star Date: Sunday, August, 22. 2010 Subject: Re: Re: so i'm sitting here getting a pedicure and crying. you know, a little bit. the frey is playing on KBIG, you know...that soft rock station. the one we made fun of in high school. and now i'm crying to the music. what has happened to me!?!!? what's next...crying at folgers commercials? i think i'm just extra emotional because i'm stressed and scared about next week and the creativelive course. i didn't even want to get a pedicure. but, really, i can't go to seattle with jacked up feet. that's just wrong. on so many levels. what if i wear open-toe shoes and then everyone runs away? that would be embarrassing...because it's live on the internet and all. so here's the deal. i'm just gonna lay it all out there because if all this goes south, you'll be there to help support me. *we got home from the wedding last night at 1:30am. and we ate quesadillas. at 1:30am. if i've ever experienced eater's remorse, it was then. i'm feeling so puffy it ain't even funny. *i feel like i might have bitten off more than i can chew. and i'm not talking about the quesadillas. this seattle event is scaring the crap outta me. like, every last bit of anything. i've been a walking ball of nerves for the past two weeks. i wake up in the morning and my first thought is: i hope i don't suck. *i feel so much pressure shooting the wedding. there's so, so much going into the production of this event...but that's the craziest thing of all: it's not an event. it's her WEDDING. i'm just so overwhelmed wanting to give her everything she deserves, but at the same time balancing the fact that people are tuning in to watch me work. the.pressure.is.killing.me. please pray i can keep everything balanced and in perspective. *all i really want to do is crawl in between the couch cushions with a pint of ben&jerry's and catch up on project runway. because, really, i need me some heidi klum to visper dat everyting will be AUF WIEDERSEHEN!! in lighter news, i can't wait to see everyone at bi's wedding. am i the only one dying to 'cat claw' on the dancefloor?! bring it. soft rock, puffy, and craving ice cream, j* |
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Survey...and win $50 iTunes card!
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L ately I've received questions from people asking the type of people who read my blog. And since I'm way educated, I answer smartly with: I dunno. This got me thinking...who are you? What do you want to read more of? Things like that.
If you could take just one minute and answer this survey (only five questions), I hope it'll help direct the trajectory of this blog and help me understand more of who my audience is. If you opt to add your email, it will only be used for the contest purposes. One lucky winner will receive a $50 iTunes gift certificate! |
| Thank you SO much for your time...I totally appreciate it! And in other news, I'm working on a Los Angeles engagement session, so here's a sneak peek of what's in store... |
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Jasmine-Star.com
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T o say I'm excited would be an understatement. I feel the urge to make up a word combining thankful, overwhelmed, and excited to describe how I feel. Thanovercited. But that totally doesn't sound cool and as we all know, I'm like the epitome of cool. Like trip over my own shadow cool.
Where was I? Oh, yes, thanovercited. After a few weeks of collaborating with the ever fabulous designer, Promise Tangeman, we created a new website that is reflective of me. Of course, none of this would've been possible without the awesome crew at Showit and the freedom they've given me to create a website that's unique and totally my own. Without further ado, CLICK HERE for a peek at my new and improved photography website, Jasmine-Star.com. |
| ...and one thing I'm just willllld about is the new Facebook commenting feature. You'll see in the lower right corner a place where viewers can comment and carry the discussion over on Facebook...love it! I can't wait to see how other Showit users leverage this new tool! :) |
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You Have Everything You Need
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life lunches suitcases websites emails dog treats rinse cycles dishes spin cycles spin class calories dreams photographs breathing sleeping organizing shampooing living loving hoping ...I realized I have everything I need. And it took a random poster in Los Angeles to remind me. |
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Mrs. Blum
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I t was the way she made me feel. And her voice. Like Barbara Walters, but less annoying and pretentious. Mrs. Blum's soft hands were spotted with nickel-sized spots, her fingers like giraffes floating in mid-air. She decorated her library section with posters, Romona Quimby books, and safari stuffed animals. She was one of the reasons we took the hour-long bus ride to her library. Mrs. Blum and her giraffes.
The library where I grew up was small, had bars on the windows, and was closed more often than not. And there was a lack of Romona Quimby. I read through most the books in the children's section, so my mom had to do something. My father took our only car to work in the morning, so once a week, my mom packed grocery bags with books and we headed to the bus stop and hoped for seats next to open windows. My sister and I fought over who got to pull the Stop string as we approached our destination. We walked for 25 minutes to the library, always embraced by the sweet smell of pages and the chill of air-conditioning. My sister and I would race up the wooden staircase, and slow to a walk when we discovered we were in the presence of greatness. When I passed Mrs. Blum's desk at the top of the flight, I'd touch the clay figurine someone made her. A lilypad. Mrs. Blum warned my mom I wasn't allowed to check out more than 15 books at a time. I cried. My mother explained I was homeschooled and I'd likely finish the books before the week commenced. Mrs. Blum's giraffes patted my chubby arm and said she'd make an exception. That summer she made me and my sister her assistant librarians for the Summer Reading Program. She treated us to an ice-cream buffet in late August for all our hard work. Between my mother's diligence and Mrs. Blum's support, I fell in love with reading...which later proved to be the very thing that moved me from away from libraries with barred windows. And a future filled with giraffe-sized opportunities. |
| Many thanks to Candace Prokopets for sending me this book. Up From Slavery by Booker T. Washington is truly remarkable...his grace, power, and dignity in light of racism in American was moving...and heart-breaking at the same time. I finished this book last week on my way home from Las Vegas and I cried in McCarran International Airport. Such a great read. |
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