Summer Mood Board

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In October of 2010, I started my first blog on Tumblr. I loved that thing. I shared what made me laugh, I wrote, I found crazy photos, I shared everything. It was the best creative outlet for me through college. In hindsight, I wish I had caught on to the blogger marketing movement sooner, but, hey, I would still consider myself an OG blogger.

I still look back on it and see such an artistic eye that I am really proud of. It’s like an archive, a jackpot, of who I am and what I love. Maybe one day I’ll share the link with you. I’ve had a hard time capturing “Jo Jo” through this new platform so I decided to share a few things I found on that sacred Tumblr account after a recent perusal. Sometimes you need to go back to the basics. A few fun summer photos to make you think and laugh and be inspired, and some funny musings that I wrote as an 18 year old. Young Jo Jo makes me laugh. Can’t wait to drive into the sunset this weekend towards my favorite beach town.

A Summer Day at the Beach

That time of day at the beach when the sun is getting less hot and almost everyone in your family is asleep facedown in the sand is the best time of day. And sometimes you can muster up the courage to run in the ocean just to pee. I think I might always have that courage. The “run in the ocean just to pee” courage.

We Humans

We humans like to listen to seashells and hear the ocean. I wonder if the ocean likes to swim up to our ears and hear us. Or maybe when you listen to a shell under water it sounds like a human. What does a human sound like?

Earplugs

I always end up writing on here when I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. Maybe its because I’ve slept until 12 everyday this weekend. Maybe its because earplugs are too quiet for me. I used to need them. I will still need them when I’m awoken by annoying sounds in the morning. I will probably find them in some crevice of my bed just in the nick of time and squeeze them back in. But for now; can’t need them. Won’t need them. Man, I’m so good at earplugs that I could hear every bone in my body creak when I breathed. Too quiet. Deathly quiet. I learned how to do earplugs backstage during a play. Someone said “to correctly insert earplugs ya gotta twist them up and then lift your ear and insert them” and then everyone around was like “shut up, everyone knows that.” And I was like (in my head) “I didn’t know that.” I think that people should be careful when generalizing about “everyone”s knowledge of earplug insertion.

There is just something about all of these pictures and the words that I wrote that brings me back to summers during college when you had to cram every good thing, ice cream cone, beach trip, and adventure into the few short days between semesters. You would drive all night just to be at the beach in the morning with your best friends. Let’s live like that again.

xoxo,

jojo