Jordan Snapka

Pancake Snapka in my phone. She saw that Angela was "Crocodile" and Reice was "Pepper" and Sherrie was "Indiana" and she wanted a nickname "like Pancake." So, Pancake it was and is.

If there's anyone I'm most similar to, it's Jordan. I know she'll read this and think to herself "ha, I don't think so" or "Krista really thinks that?"





Yep, I do. We're both extremely insecure about most things. We think things like: If I don't go out with my friends this Saturday, they'll forget me and never talk to me again. Or, _______ hasn't texted me in a week. They don't like me any more.


I exhaust Angela with thinking a different person each week doesn't like me anymore. Yet, the next time I see them, they're telling me how much they've missed me and such and then I feel better. Temporarily. For the night. I'm sure Jordan is the same way. In fact, I know she is.


She's literally created my taste in music. When we first hung out, she'd play Spill and Brand New and Death Cab and I'd try hard to shun them and for a while it worked. Now, they're three of my very favorite bands. I've seen Brand New twice, Spill Canvas three times, and Death Cab once. She'll make you a badass playlist and then you'll relay it to your friends and they'll think you're the finder of awesome music. Jk..sometimes. 8-)


If I could go back in time, I'd let the 18-year old Jordan know that she's beautiful and lovely and all that sweet talk. And that she'd become even more so with age. <3.>

P.S. I'd totally have written about you even if you didn't know about my blog! :)