Well it's official. The social media beast has finally swallowed my entire body. I have decided to start a blog. Am I cool yet? 

It's January 2015 and that means that all of you have already been hearing the sound of millions of resolutions being broken all over the world. Every time a New Year's resolution is broken an angel gets its wings. My very wise roommate has chosen to start calling me Jess 2.015 because I have vowed to do exactly 2.105 things differently in 2015. Now, if you know me well, you know that I always attempt to do this. January 1st is the equivalent of every single Monday that I have experienced in my "adult" life. "On Monday I'm going to stop: binge drinking college style, eating two bags of gummy bears for dinner, being an asshole,etc." I promised myself that I would start writing about my experiences abroad, and this is my attempt to keep the dream alive. No starting over on Monday. 

                                      This is an example of how good I am at keeping resolutions. 

                                                         Brunch aftermath. January 11, 2015

Now, I know what most of you out in cyber world are thinking: "Oh great, another pretentious travel blog." Well if this complaint pertains to you, I can do you an immediate favor. You have my permission to stop reading this right now. That's right! You have the power. Click on that red X on the top right corner and save yourself the trouble. This blog is intended to let the important humans in my life know "what the heck" is going on in my life. This blog's other purpose is to serve as a scrap book, timeline, and  journal so that when I look back at my life in 35 years, I can prove to my kids(and/or cats) that I was "hip" and used to do weird, travely things. (To be honest, the real reason is that I need a journal to automatically save itself. We all know that I am only perfect at one thing: losing shit). 

Here are a few little details about my current life for the strangers reading this: (This is also for you distant cousins at the Christmas party who asked me the same question three times. Cool it on the mojitos). 

• I am 26 (and a half..obviously still clinging to childhood) 
• I live in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
• I teach sixth grade ELA/World History
• Yes, I love living here. It's completely safe. Safer than Chicago in fact. 
• I signed another contract and will be staying in HCMC until at least June of 2016. Come and visit you filthy animals. 

I will be updating this blog with travel and life details, mindless chatter, and lots of pictures of delicious food. Incorrect grammar and spelling will be rampant. Let me have this blog to screw up on, being an English teacher is TUFF STUFF. 

Thanks for reading and stay tuned. 

                                                           I'm back, in blog form.