Welcome to JACLAND, a place where all the hopes and dreams (and mishaps) of Tiny Jac exist. I’m Now Jac and I’m following my sixteen year old dreams.
I started my first journal just after my 16th birthday, and at 29 years old have 62 volumes and counting. Along the way, I’ve left notes for myself. Some are hobbies I wanted to take up, skills I wanted to learn and behaviors I wanted to change (also a lot of “Fuck”s were given).
Join me each Friday as I examine another part of Tiny Jac’s experience, delve deeper into the beauty and pain of being alive and do really cool shit like:
Create my own language with symbols and dialect, build a journal with professional supplies, decorate my room like Howl’s from Howl’s Moving Castle, try acting, write an album, get an ass like Jessica Biel’s, travel and dozens of volumes worth of weird things I was into.
If you know a lot about my weekly topic, please contact me! I love perspective, I love learning, and often have no idea how to do what I’m attempting to pull off. Let’s open the dialogue, create a community and give it shit.
We’re currently in 2006, so put on your favorite Christian album (may I suggest, Reliant K’s Two Left’s Don’t Make a Right… But Three Do), thank the Lord (I’m worshipping Dogma‘s Alanis Morisette God at the moment) and, I dunno, be a good person (this volume is v vanilla. Embrace it).
Life keeps going and if you don’t choose your life every day, it’ll be chosen for you. Do the things you want to do, be the person you want to be and don’t let it go by. One day it’ll be too late to be you, so don’t let you just happen.
Wish me luck. I have no idea what I’m doing.
JACLAND 