I am..

A cackling hen. Seriously. I've always thought of myself as a crack up no matter how dumb I acted. Even if everyone else thought the joke was lame or the line wasn't funny, I did.. And by jokes and lines-- I mean things that I said.

I have always made myself laugh, I laugh at my own laugh.

I remember when I was walking through the house on Clairmont and I tripped on my pajamas and my bowl of cheerios went everywhere because I landed on my face. I kind of laid there for a while because I didn't know what to do.. and then I laughed.

If I make a mistake when I'm talking, I laugh-- unless it's embarrassing-- well I laugh then too.

Ask my Mom, I think I'm really funny. And I won't deny it.

I think that is one of the things that has really gotten me through hard times is laughing. Being able to find humor and positive things in tough situations has always comforted me. And even in awkward situations, it comforts me.

I lay on the living room floor watching TV in my apartment with my roommates on the couch not paying attention to the show I'm watching and I crack up. And I crack up at myself. It makes me wonder what I was like as a kid. I'm sure I'm pretty much the same.

Jessica