wrote this awhile ago one night. It’s pretty lame I guess, but I have nothing else to do at 2 am when I don’t wanna sleep ha.

wrote this awhile ago one night. It’s pretty lame I guess, but I have nothing else to do at 2 am when I don’t wanna sleep ha.
June 2nd, 2012:
It was around 7 at night when an unknown number called my cell phone. I answered. It was a girl, she said: who are you?
I asked her the same.
She started asking why I had Dani’s (my friend) phone.
I told her it was my phone, not Dani’s. She being drunk, asked me why I had her phone and where the fuck am I?
After like 5 minutes of this she hung up and I texted her Dani’s number.
I then texted my friend Sarah to meet up. So I grabbed some alcohol and started walking to meet her to start my night.
So we get there, and decide to go to this cancer walk thing which we went to last year just to check it out. We decided to take a detour through the woods. Woods I’ve never been in. It looked literally like jurassic park. Largy, leafy trees, with the sun gently streaming through and no sound except for the crunching of stiks under my feet. We eventually go off path, and cross a creek. It’s starting to get dark, I’, drunk and just amazed by these woods. We eventually get out and I rave on and on about how awesome it was. Really it was nothing compared to what was coming.
We go up to the walk and decide it’s boring. So we go in more woods but this time there’s a trail. So there we go in the woods on the trail just walking along in the woods which then lead to an open field with a few trees. It’s not getting very dark very fast and the moon is coming out. We’re standing in the open field surrounded by dark forest. All we have is shit cell phone light. I can’t even see sober, when I’m drunk it’s 10 times worse in the dark.
Next thing we know, we took the wrong the path. Neither of us know where we are and we can’t see anything. My phone rings. It’s the number from earlier. I answer and it’s this guy I know through my friend Dani, the one they were asking the number for. Again they ask why I have her phone and I tell them it’s not her phone. They proceed to ask where I am. So I tell them.
I DON’T KNOW!!! I’M THE WOODS AND IT’S DARK. I’M LOST HEEEELP! pleaaasseee.
He replies: whuut?…go to the bathroom. I’m at the tweeter.
I tell him I’m not at the tweeter I’m lost in the woods!
At this point I’m like squealing and can’t see anything because now I don’t even have phone light. My heart was thumping like a beat at a rave.
After about what seemed like an hour, Sarah finds our way out and I hang up.
We decide we want to leave. Every road around this place has no sidewalks and are long narrow dark roads. So we go down our best guest road. It sucked!!! It had no where to walk on except for in the road, speeding fast cars, and no lights. So we’re truckin along, I’m having a heart attack. We had to jump in bushes everytime we saw headlights suddenly appear from behind sharp turns. We eventually start running because it’s just way too dangerous. It was the longest road of my life.
We eventually made it. I’m alive. Let’s do it again.

(Source: foreveryoungs)

i don’t even know what this says but I love it.
(Source: through-the-heavens)

when I was 5, my dream was to be a paleontologist because of this movie.
(Source: christianbaled, via hookahsmokingcaterpillar)
Well this is what I want tattooed.
Obviously it’s the cheesiest snake drawling I’ve ever seen and I’m clearly no tattoo artist. But I think it’d look awesome when it looks really realistic and inked.
6 is my lucky number, and I don’t know my whole life, everything has been 6. Even little stupid things, like my first name and last name have 6 letters, eminem is 6 letters, but so much more than that too obviously.
snakes I just have a weird obsession with. they have always been in my top 3 favorite animal, and my number one coolest animal. they just slither around so quietly in the grass and when I was little at the zoo, the reptile house was my favorite place to go. I like to think that if I were an animal I’d be a snake or a goat…I look at snakes as good things, not as “spineless creatures”.
lastly, the eye. eyes are just so awesome. I see my photography through my eyes, and they let me see reality when sometimes I just see…non-reality…I don’t know how to explain it. But without my eyes, I wouldn’t be me.
I think I know what I want a tattoo of.
So it’s a snake, in the shape of 6, and an eye inside the circle part of the six with eye lashes. well something along those lines. maybe next time I’m high I’ll drawl it or post a picture.
(Source: fuckyeahcornsnakes)
Birdie down.
My mom called my out back and said: Janine, come out here, bring your camera!
So I get my camera, go outback and my mom tells me she found a birds nest earlier on the side of our house and saw his head peak out this morning.
The nest in in between where my awning hits the side of my house. So my mom’s lifting it up and says: do you see the bird?
I say: um… I see a dead one.
Shore Shack.
Photography by Janine Nelson.
;0 this is my new symbol…
This is kinda stupid, but I just love the ocean. Esp. the waves.
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