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I wake up, tired, dark in my room because my blinds are covering the sunshine. I am hungry, exhausted, and in need of haircare, but instead I reach for my iPod or computer. Put on music, whatever I feel like and I live through it for the day. An hour later, my black liquid eyeliner is dry, glass necklace on, and hair is a glowing blonde. 

Music still playing and I put my iPod in my bag. I leave the house and go on with my day, by the time I get back upstairs into my room my iPod already needs charging. Plug it in and open up iTunes, get more music, load it and pump it up. Downstairs the bass is apparent and my phone ring or doorbell can't even interfere with it. I am 'plugged in,' high off life, and I am not coming out of my room anytime soon. I am ready to write and blast the music up even higher, my writing reflect whatever style I am submerged in. It's the time of day to close my eyes and think, leave whatever bothers me, forget the haters, and open my soul. Is this me, is this still Jane? Yes, this is the real Jane, get used to it.

I am bold, strong, and ready to take my monster self out, I have a small yet big mouth. I don't wanna change the stupid laws of the world, I want to change lives, to inspire, and live. Amen to life, love, and God. Amen to my opinion and intelligence. AMEN to music, fashion, my big brown eyes, and hand peace signs. Diet Coke is half empty, scraps of inspiration printed on paper is on my floor, rejects they are, thrown in the trash right next to candy wrappers. The perfect cuts are on paper, then posted on my wall. This collage is an expression of myself and it couldn't be anymore perfect. The process was more than worth it and here I am staring at it for longer than necessary. This is a Monday night, nothing going on, and I am blasting creativity into my brain, I'm buzzed, and ready for the next subject. 

Ten thirty and I surf the forums of interests, Facebook and Twitter statuses are updating, black old-school Vans still on, jeans still tight, makeup still GaGa inspired, and bass still booming. My night is just starting, I am drinking energy, typing, arguing with myself, and lights dim as possible. I then reach out for my iPhone, it has a few new voicemails, texts, and updates. I don't wanna worry, I text the people I want to hear from. Beep! Someone just chatted me. This is life, but yet it's history, I am running faster than people expect. 

Blonde hair, dark eyes dressed with the same darkness, leather bag, same Vans, 60's inspired pot-a-dot jean shorts, and the usual tank top. I look like a Stacy, I am boy crazy, finding more money, and looking more than chill, but fresh. I am a reflection of my biggest passion, I live for beats, for dancing, and for the writing of life, or what I call religion. 

I am a writer, I appreciate the song writer, the singer, and everything else involved. My playlist is as important as life. I would kill for music, for my style of living. I am walking down the street, earbuds are blasting "Black Jesus+Amen Fashion." The song reflects Lady GaGa's love of fashion and how it is a way of life; of religion. My fashion and music is the same reflection, I listen to every song and think deeper, maybe not with Ke$ha but when I listen to music, I find something very deep. It's a way of my breathing, it's my legs, and my mind. I can't walk without my beats, I can't dance without my beats and passion, I can't write without views, opinions, and passion. 

Music provides this and I am a collection of playlists. I talk lyrics, I write rhymes, I am as bold as the bass line. My haircut is harsh and it's my reaction from 'not fitting in.' I don't have the usual teen cut, I am something different, eyes staring. Yeah, get used to it. While girls are running around in their floral print dresses, I am in a dark studded, zipper liner, blue dress. 

"Most girls do this."

Well I am not like most girls, let alone most people. I like 'epicness,' I love to freak out the usual, and find the different. Not many girls have the name Jane, and think about how many 'Janes' you know, not very many probably. Jane's are rare and I am even more rare. I am a dark dirty diamond in the rough. 

I am not married, and I am not committed to anyone beside my style. My style, fashion, music, and views are my Religion. God is good. God is a reflection of everyone, and my inspirations are my beats. The beats of myself, the beats of those raps, those cute Vans, my glass pendents, and my black eyeliner. Listen, Love, Stay Strong, Sing, Dance, and Don't Let Anything Interfere With Your Beats.

JANE L'AMOUR'S PLAYLIST

Top 5 (as of today)

#1- Black Jesus + Amen Fashion

Just listen.

#2- This Plane

I love the choras

Don't know what they hate for
I'm Just gettin my paper
Well maybe they'll love me more when I'm gone
I don't wanna leave, but I need to, it's such a shame...
They gone miss this plane (plane)...

#3- Judas

#4- Survivor

#5- Stand Up

(ps. All Photos are 'AllAboutJane,' meaning their mine.)

 Jane L'amour:)