Jess, Journalism and a dash of salt

Hi. My name is Jess, or commonly known as 'Jessticle’ to my close friends and people who generally like to annoy me. My personality can probably be compared to a ‘cartoonish’ comic: I’m colourful, love onomatopoeia, enjoy art and when I think you can see speech bubbles forming in the air. I am a Journalism student, busy completing my first year. I view the world, as my good friend Kirsten says, in a rational, realistic and logical way. Or in the words of Kirsten: “Jess … can you view the world quickly, and pass me the Rizla?”

As a young cheeping, twittering, bogging, facebooking and technologically perplexed, journalism chicken, I am inquisitive, quirky, probably a bit odd at times but generally quite a friendly person. I take a while to form my own opinions, because I like to make sure they are balanced, and are hopefully taken seriously. My friends seem to believe that I am crazy, and I always have a funny story to share with them.

Now, why am I ‘trying’ to be a journalist? I like it. Simply put. I enjoy writing, and researching, and asking questions. I am interested in the world around me, and before coming to Rhodes and living in a residence where the most important thing shown on a Television is ‘soapies’ [other wise it’s merely an ornamental evil black box], I watched the news as religiously as a clock that tells time. But, to be on TV, or write in a news paper was never my dream, I wanted to save my little town of Port Elizabeth from its musical ‘drought’, by starting up a music, or entertainment magazine for the Eastern Cape. Musicians and artists all leave PE to go to greener pastures of the bigger cities. Ironically, there’s more grass in smaller cities…and if there was a way for people to publicise there talents, they wouldn’t have to have the mindset that PE “wont get me anywhere”. So there, do not EVER mock my hometown. I will tap you on the shoulder, say ‘excuse me’ and then proceed to kick your ass.

People reading what I have to say, may at times have to take everything with a pinch of salt. I can be slightly pessimistic even when I really mean to be optimistic because dry humour and odd analogies entertain me. I am able to openly admit that I love to complain, hate girly magazines, eating residence food and walking past Pirates pizza towards the end of the month. I think that crackling is the alcohol that street sweepers scrape out of gutters after a parade, but still consume it none the less. Yes, well this is me I suppose. Take it. Leave it. Read more soon…<3