About Jarom

It always sort of surprises me when people tell me they think Jarom is a serious person. They make comments about him being very reserved, very quiet, a good listener. And they are right, for the most part. Jarom can be reserved and quiet, and he is a good listener, but that is just the surface.

What people don't seem to discover until they get closer to him is that he's got a goofy sense of humor like me. Ok, he is waaay goofier than me. And I love it. He is always on the lookout for a joke or something funny. When you really get him laughing he rocks back into his seat and does this silent laugh that makes his whole face light up. It's adorable and you can't help but laugh because you can tell he's really enjoying himself.

Jarom looks for ways to crack me up. Sometimes it's obvious, sometimes I will miss it and catch on later to what he's been up to, like the following pictures. He plays pranks, delights in scaring me (especially when it's dark!!), and he can make his rubber face into just about any look in the world- which I love- except that it shows up in all the pictures that I actually look good in, so I have to discard them as family pictures. One day when I snap you might get a picture of me looking semi-normal and Jarom making a face for your Christmas Card, since that's all he will do for me. (=

In the mean time I thought I would post the ongoing saga of bendable puppets that have been popping up on the bookshelf in the living room. Every few days I notice they have been silently changed. Hope you like the little glimpse into the real Jarom!


This is the first to show up. Needless to say it cracked me up.


Adoring Tyler's bust... (=


First he tries to kill him...


Now they're friends.


Day dreaming.


Sit-ups.


Kermit doing Flash Dance?

Jack Handy's daughter

So upon finding my 6th grade school journals (I was 11) I noticed that there was an underlying theme in many of my entries. Besides the comments about how if I was a certain way everyone would (finally) like me and I'd have some friends at school for once, is the fact that I write a strange entry and then sum it up with a final classic line. Like this:

On what makes me happy:
I'm the happiesed when I get comploments. It makes you feel really good. Also it makes me fell really good and specail. Aspecly when it is somebody you want to make friends with.

Or an animey.

An Enemy? What the heck? And I wonder why I played mostly by myself for those 3 years of middle school. Man, I was deep.

My ideal life...

In the mind of an 11 year old.



9/30/1993 (6th grade, unchanged in punctuation and spelling, minus the spellings "tips")

My ideal life would be if everybody had peace but I would love to live in an manshin (mansion) and have a swimming pool shing (shining) silvery in the night and be able to have balls and see the beutiful dresses swirl around and when they are don (done) all the girls would walk out to see me and my dress would sway in the wind. and I would dress in fine silks and eat fine dinners and desserts and when the day would end I would go to my hugh (huge) room and lay on my bed all covered with silked sheets then I would get up walk to my window and the breeze would blow in my face and my hair would sway and the white soft kertins (curtains) would fly around me in the wind I would walk back to my bed lay on my goose feather pillows and fall asleep.

This post is actually fairly sad (even though I laughed like crazy because I was SUCH a weird-o) since I really did feel this way. This journal entry smacks of a girl who read a bit too much and socialized a great deal too little. The entries get better and better (meaning stranger and more dramatic) in this journal and I'll add them here and there, I just can't believe I wrote this comment to be graded. My teacher probably worried, or read them to her spouse for a laugh... Notice, I add in the comment about peace in order to cover my bases so I don't seem selfish, but within the same sentence I get to what I really want; to be popular, pretty and surrounded by mysterious wind and silk? (= Poor kid, the braces, fatness (which I address more often as the journal progresses) and general oddness sure didn't help. And why in the heck am I eating and standing alone while the other girls are dancing? I guess some things will remain a mystery.