Hi I’m Jalanda James!
I’m Jalanda. I’m fun and single. I’m a professional videographer living in New York City. In my spare time, I love watching Dateline, 48 Hours, and Golden Girls. Why? Who the hell knows, but if you turn the channel, some words will be shared. I’m a big fan of four letter words. Thanks for reading my stuff. I suck at grammar and spelling, but I don’t do it on purpose. I swear when I proofread my crap for the 5th time, all those missing letters and words aren’t there. Really! Dmbas!
I take oversharing to a whole new level. Kathy Lee Gifford and Bethenny Frankel have nothing on me.
Growing up in my family, we talked about everything. If you had on underwear that continually went up your butt, it was not uncommon for my family to inquire if you liked always having your undies in your crack. Clearly, this was long before thong underwear were invented. (Thank you thong guy, now I no longer have to answer that question – Grandma;-).
I came to New York City to become a big actress. Except, I was the only one who knew that. Everyone else saw a girl with massively big eyes and a weight issue. I’ve always struggled with my weight. Ugh. The only time I didn’t struggle with my weight was when I was competing in beauty pageants. The highest level I ever made it to was as a finalist in the Miss New York USA pageant. That was fun.
Prayer Changes Things
I worked in Corporate America and hated every soul sucking second of it. While drowning in my misery at my last job, I saw Gabourey Sidibe on The Mo’Nique Show. Don’t judge, that show was great. Mo’Nique was a great interviewer. She didn’t interrupt people so she could talk. Anyway, Mo’Nique allowed Gabourey to share how she got to where she was. Gabourey shared how she wasn’t sure what to do with her life and how prayer changed her path. “I prayed to God that whatever my life is suppose to be that I would start living it. And within 2 weeks I got the audition”.
Wow, prayer. Gabourey wasn’t even an actress or thinking about it. She was a just psych major in college and she had prayed for direction and wound up being an Oscar nominated actress.
So in all of my misery I got down on my knees and prayed to God to show me what I’m suppose to be doing. And like 2 weeks later (really) I saw an online movie about BlogWorld that was created on a Zi8 camera. I was blown away that a cheap $100 camera and not a super duper expensive camera could make such a movie. It took my breathe away. I wasn’t interested in blogging or movie making and yet I cried and watched that movie over and over again. It touched my soul. I don’t know why.
But from that moment on, I told everyone that I was going to make movies. They were like what? Heck, I was like what? Then like a week later, I saw a class on making videos and thought it was fate. I took that class, did well and have been hooked on making videos every since.
“They don’t make movies or videos about “gray” people”.
What I love about making videos is the more real, the more of you that you are, the better your videos will be. I learned in video school that you must pick the most interesting people to make videos about. If the person was grey, ie boring, that would yield a boring video. So I’ve been trained to find people who show themselves.
That’s why I LOVE videos. I get to help people be more of their natural self and not who they think they should be, or how they think they should talk. I encourage people to just be themselves and get out of their head.
I love not having to be anyone but myself. Whenever I try to be someone else, the passive employee, the docile girlfriend, the gray friend, I am MISERABLE.
Now tag that with my love of asking questions and you get one hell of a video girl!
Apparently, I’m one of the few who didn’t outgrow this childhood nuisance. I used to ask so many questions as a kid, that other kids used to call me Channel 12 – our local news channel. Nah, you know that’s bad when other kids think you ask too many questions. But I did and I do. I’m curious about people. Everybody has a story to tell.
That’s mine. Thanks for taking time to read my story.