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Back to the good ol' west

I'm back to the west again! It definitely is a weird feeling. My break was so long I just can't get over the idea that I'm not going back home till July. Leaving my family was not that hard this time around, but for my mom--she started crying and saying how she's not seeing me until July and she's going to miss me. It must be hard seeing your child leave your side--with no idea whatsoever what they're up to on a daily basis.

For my little sister--she put her brave face on. She knew where I was going and what I'm going to do. She knows I'll eventually come back again.I really love her. She even let me take her One Direction poster (which took a lot of last minute convincing to get her to let me bring it), but she surrendered.
I'm definitely excited about this semester. I'm taking pretty awesome classes too! (except for math, that subject is still gruesome). I brought a ton of pictures to put on my wall. Like a collage. And I brought my Jesus Christ portrait and my Manhattan Temple picture to hang up. And Adrian actually surprised me by giving me a collection of pictures of temples. Yay!
I've been communicating with my would be roommates for this semester. They seem pretty fun. I hope we all get along great--that would make the semester very enjoyable.
How could I forget to bring my Zumba DVD set? I didn't that's for sure. I can't wait to continue with my Zumba while in school and hopefully my roommates want to do it too eventually. It seriously is so much fun! More fun and enjoyable if you're doing it with a bunch of people too! I brought up the idea to Stephanie and she seemed up for it. I hope it works out.

Staying overnight at the airport was so boring. I found a seat on the bottom level near the baggage claim area and stayed there for the remainder of the night and right now, as I type this until Kaydee's plane lands. We're taking the shuttle to Rexburg. Ugh, another long ride. At least I'll have company.
Sleeping here was hard to do. I can't sit in one place for very long because then, everything starts aching. So I think I got a total of two hours of sleep at the airport. And I feel pretty awake! And nothing went wrong! Hallelujah!

So turns out I have to pick up a box of returned things I bought for a specific someone. It would have been nice if he kept them, but he returned them. As in trying to erase any reminder of me? Well, what he gave me I accidently gave away to charity so I guess its fair? Oh well. A free comfy blanket for me! :D

Well, sadly I didn't really take any pictures of my airport "adventure". There really wasn't anything adventurous about it really. But I did snap these.


At the SLC airport. I would have made this portrait more fun, but try to be fun with 2 hours of sleep no matter how awake you feel. My hair's a mess.


 Then I took these before leaving JFK  Airport in New York.

  
Before going into security. My mom was like "take a picture girls!" So we did. I miss her already.

Then my mom wanted to take one of us together.    





Tomorrow...I become a hobo

   Today's Thursday and I'm freaking out. I fly out tomorrow to Salt Lake and spend the night at the airport. This is a first for me. Last time I flew with my mom and had a place to stay, but now I am on my own. Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty pumped about doing something I've never done before, but I'm worried I'll die of boredom. Will I get robbed? Will something bad happen? But I'm definitely documenting this event--wouldn't miss it for the world, so pictures will be up Saturday morning (morning as in like EARLY morning)
We'll see ;)
   In terms of packing, I'm 98.5% done. I still need to pack my laptop, my chargers, my sneakers, and my crocs. (yes, I wear them...for comfort after a long day) :)
Hopefully this time around, my suitcase doesn't pass the 50 lbs limit. I really can't afford to pay extra, I'm a going-to-be-poor-pretty-soon college student. Turns out I accidentally paid like $1,068 instead of $800 like I planned to. So now I have like $500 to survive this semester. I literally almost cried when I saw how Iwent from having close to $2000 in the bank that I earned all by my self to a measly $500. It was a sad day.
I really hope security doesn't confiscate anything I'm bringing. I safety packed away potential items in my checked luggage. Like toothpaste, which was confiscated at the SLC airport on my flight in December. How in the world can toothpaste be dangerous?
   I'm taking 17 credits this semester, and that includes math too (ew) Ever since I found out about the school awrading money to top GPA students--I have to step up my game and study my butt off this semester so that in the start of fall, I might have the award if I get to a 3.8 or 3.7 GPA and have some of my tuition paid for.

It's really going to be weird being in Rexburg without my favorite gringa, Liz.
But this semester, as I mentioned before, brings a waveful of new people.
So I gotta deal and come out of my comfort zone. \

Spring semester 12'---leeeeeesss go!



Like...it's practically here (again!)

This long break has come...and gone. I remember the feeling of excitement I had coming home from fall semester. I still remember the feeling I had during my journey to Rexburg. I remember how much fun I had with my friends, even if fun meant sitting on the couch and watching movies on netflix.  Now, it's that time again. A new semester. A new semester with new roommates, new classes, new faces, new guys to gaze dreamily at (i joke, i joke), and new experiences. I really hope being able to become as close to my roommates as last semester because it made my first semester bearable. I enjoyed myself so much with my roommates that I forgot to feel homesick. See, that's the thing about me. I am SUCH a family loving person and ever since I could remember-- I've always had separation issues. I hope that feeling of homesickness doesn't present itself. Hopefully the feeling decides to stay clear.

These past few weeks I have had my own personal revelation. Not "pillar of light and an angel" type, but of thought I guess I can put it. One day, during fast and testimony meeting, it just hit me. What are you doing with your life? That really got me to think about every single bad decision I've made in my life. I thought about how those bad decisions were separating me from my path; my path of life that I wanted to follow and had set for myself. This path includes marrying an RM, temple marriage, kids- basically the whole package and Mormon cliche. I realized that my future family was SO MUCH more important to me than the horrible habits that I was forming. So to the repentance process I went and boy, it was hard! But so worth it in the end and /i feel like I am free from the chain that gripped me for so long.
I took to reading the book The Miracle Of Forgiveness and it is absolutely mind changing. Not only has my whole outlook on the atonement changed, but everything else. My way of making decisions, my way of seeing myself---EVERYTHING. Now I feel like I can finally, FINALLY have that total sense of peace and joy I've wanted for so long. I love the gospel!

"All sins but those excepted by the Lord---basically, the sin against the Holy Ghost, and murder---will be forgiven to those who totally, consistently, and continuously repent in a genuine and comprehensive transformation of life... This earth life is the time to repent. We cannot afford to take any chances of dying an enemy to God."

Back on task, spring semester.
So excited for my classes. I'm taking a 3 hour marriage class on Wednesday afternoons. This is the class I am looking forward to the most. NO, not to come out of that class getting married, but to figure out the reasons and learn more about what I can do to understand my family situation better.

Anywho, I need to get on packing soon or I'm going to end up forgetting something.
Which would suck.

I feel unstoppable in my knee high boots

First of all, I'd never even consider even wearing knee high boots like 2 years ago. I didn't want to be like everyone else. Plus, I had my shoe issue, but that can be fixed if you look hard enough :)
I wear them with black leggings, black pants, and my favorite super skinny jeans that make my legs look like whoa. Lately, I have such a great feeling in my heart. I feel so lightweight and happy; like a feather. When I walk down the street with my music playing in my ears I feel like I can really fly if I jumped up and tried.
I wore my favorite tight black plants, a silk black top, and my brown knee highs. And boy, whenever I walked I could feel eyes on me. This is silly. I FEEL it's silly behavior; thinking so fully of myself. Oh well.

ANYWAY, aside from my usual self centeredness; life is grand, just grand. I love my job, my little kiddies, and my new-found sense of adulthood, although not there yet. Almost there; at the adulthood part- I'm getting there.

So on Sunday, I go to YSA. And what would you know; an unexpected guest returns for spring break from college. This guy, oh boy. I grew up with him basically...sorta. I never really paid attention until I was 12 then boom! So instead of explaining every single detail about him; I'll recap. I never noticed it before, but he's really handsome. Not unbelievably Adam Levine, Adrian Brody, William Levy handsome, but enough to make you want to get a better look and just stare.  He has one of the best looking jawlines I've ever seen.  And most of all, his hands.
That's on thing I've noticed bout myself lately; noticing every attractive quality in a guy. And I've also noticed that teenage guys don't appeal to me anymore. They just seem childlike and stupid. Older guys are much more enticing. Like guys a couple years older than me. Like 22. THOSE types.
Also, I'm in a pickle. It seems that mostly every new missionary that comes to the ward- I get gogo eyes over.    It's like...I don't even know. I get so happy just being in their presence. And I love grabbing their attention- his attention. And making them laugh. No, this happens with every missionary I encounter. It's stupid and useless because the chances of me seeing them ever again after they transfer and get off their missions are like 0. Why are missionaries so adorably good looking?

Only a couple more days till registration then going back to rexburg will seem more real.

Off to the mattress I go!
nighhhhhttt.

Fridays

I really do love Fridays. Do I go out?
Nope. Cause I much rather spend it with my family. And spend it listening to music and just thinking about things. And especially singing along to music. I love the feeling of knowing that I don't have to do anything for the next two days.
I put on Pandora, set it to my 90s music playlist, then it's like a rush of nostalgia to me. The beginning, the start of, my childhood and past blast through my speakers. With each new song from these times, the memories come along with them. Then there are the songs that have to do with no past, no present- just memories that they have attached with each of them. P!nk's "Raise Your Glass" with the memory of jamming out with Mike at the Harvest Ball after a breakup a few years back. K, bye.

lol

sore toe

I can feel my toe throbbing and I have no idea why it's swollen.
And my mouth is sour, but I don't feel like getting up for a drink. Ugh.
Sometimes though, with reading all this lovey dovey Twilight- I miss those moments. That rush when he showed up at the door unannounced, that feel of being protected by someone other than some family member and especially the feeling of belonging to someone. Having someone care about you in a way other than like a friend, sister, ect.

They say live life to its fullest, but why can't that include a meaningful relationship too?
Being with someone doesn't mean giving up on the fun things in life. Like I've always said it's good to find a balance between those two things.

I really hate sounding like SUCH a broken record, but for me I really do love thinking about my future and who I'll end up with sealed in the temple. I admit it; I'm obsessed with anything that has to do with love. The wooing, the conquest, the occasional failure, and even the heartbreak. Because from each new relationship, no matter how it is, always ends up teaching me something about relationships in general and how I could improve myself and need to do differently the next time around. From all these relationships I've been in, from dating one of my brother's friends to a brazilian dude to dating someone from the other side of the country; I see myself way more experienced than when I first started dating.

I'm not going to succumb to the whole societal "be single and have fun!" idea. I mean, ok that's cool and I'm up for it, but while I'm "having fun", I also want to try to pick apart the different qualities of the different guys I'm with and jumble them together to someday find the guy who has every single quality, both big and small. From kind and hilariously funny to dedication and passion.

Basically, I just described what dating is.
Hahahahahaha
But really, my toe is like really throbbing. It's so annoying. Now how am I supposed to zumba tomorrow with a silly swollen toe most likely caused by zumba itself? Endure of course!

So glad it's Thursday tomorrow. Then Friday. Then one step closer to that smile. Like seriously, this guy's smile is like whoa. And he's so nice. And an awesome translation buddy.
Seriously, missionaries are awesome.

I love the Lord

I finally decided to take a break from the spanish gospel doctrine class and decided to go to my YSA sunday school class. Only 3 people, me included. And the other 2 were girls too. So lame.
But the lesson was amazing. Especially the song he played for us.

"I Love the Lord" by the BYU Men's Choir

I love the Lord, in Him my soul delights.
Upon His word, I ponder day and night.
He’s heard my cry, brought visions to my sleep,
And kept me safe o’er deserts and the deep.
He’s filled my heart with His consuming love,
And borne me high on wings of His great dove.

Yet oft I groan, “O wretched man am I”
My flesh is weak and I’m encompassed by
A world of sin, which holds me in it’s thrall,
If I give in and to temptations fall.
Then strength grows slack, I waste in sorrow’s vale;
My peace destroyed, my enemies prevail.

Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin.
Rejoice, my heart! And let me praise again,
The Lord my God, who is my rock and stay
To keep me strict upon His straight, plain way.
Oh let me shake at the first sight of sin
And thus escape my foes without and in.

We talked about this part in 2nd Nephi where Nephi calls himself a "wretched man".
Now, why would he call himself that if he was the closest to perfect example of steadfastness and faith?
He noted that despite his dedication to being faithful; he still had weak moments that he had to work EXTREMELY hard to overcome. 
That got me thinking, especially now where I'm falling into old habits that I've been working years to overcome.  I'm trying to be "good" again and to keep promises that I've made with the Lord numerous times, but being the weakling I am; I have broken them again and again. The thing is, I feel like I am abusing the power of the atonement. I feel sometimes like I have used my chances for forgiveness up. Could that be just me overthinking again? I know the Lord loves us, I KNOW he is ALWAYS willing to welcome us hard headed stubborn children into His arms. I really wish I had the strength to overcome my weak human moments like Nephi. Although it doesn't say in the scriptures; I know for a fact that Nephi faced temptation both in his every day life as well as in his own thoughts. I need his strength. I really do. I feel trapped sometimes though. My thoughts are what trap me in the first place and that's my fault because I feel I somehow allow these thoughts into my mind most of the time. The other half of the time I wash them out with my dedication to keep myself good and Christ like for my future family and especially the Lord.  

I think that sometimes I want to see how far I can go before I completely cross the line and the thing is that I cross the line with just the thought of wanting to see how far I can go without crossing the line. Like I said, thoughts are what bring me to do these things. Today; I somehow went from being perfectly fine to crossing the line. Like I said, it all starts with thoughts. And those thoughts come from the things you expose yourself to. I really need to work harder. Really hard to control my thoughts. With controlling what comes into my mind I control my actions. 


I really try so hard to be a better daughter to the Lord. I really want this because it could be the greatest accomplishment of my life for me.
Can you run out of tears?
Cause if you add mine up, I think I'm out.
Or should be out.

If the Lord doesn't give us more than we can handle, why do I feel like I'm gonna crumple at any moment?

Everything I do isn't good enough and everything that brings me at least a bit of happiness never lasts.
And right now, despite everyone that cares about me and everyone I love
I feel so alone.

And sometimes I just wanna disappear because everything is never right.
I can never have that bit of happiness in my life.
Not even a bit.

I know it's not true and there are things in my life that do bring me happiness, but those things aren't what I want. Some rarely are.

I sound so emo right now.
Whatever.

Dude

...no.
Brain, this is not cool so stop. No boys... so get this one out of your mind.
But, I always wondered...what if.
Anyway, there's no harm in flirting as long as no further feelings develop right? I really am trying so hard to give myself a break from relationships and liking someone, but nooooo. The inner hopeless romantic in me is like running wild.

Chill out Jess. Seriously.
I guess I'm taking this whole "search for your companion" phrase from my blessing too literally.
But I can't not think about it.
I'm seriously going to go crazy.
uuggggggh.

Ehh, whatever.
I'm just not going to care about not caring about relationships.
I'll think about it, just not put it into action. THERE.

Now back to listening to Elvis Crespo.
Good Night and buenas noches!

Shoot.

I had a photo shoot with my cat the other day before going off to work and the following are the end products.
Not bad.










Definitely my favorite!





 And of course my little cotton ball Josie.

Life's too short

...to hold grudges about things you don't have control over and things that happen for your own good. Grudges are what start wars. And deaths. And antisocial behavior.

Let's just all hold hands and be friends ok?
And worry about being happy.
And not about silly things like boys...for now.

Sometimes I wanna sing out loud.
And I do.
Because I don't care.
Like I said, life's too short to be stupid about silly things like drama, being an angry ex, and hating on people who you care about-even though sometimes you doubt it.
But come on, beeeeee happy!

UGH.

I really hate drama. Like seriously.
I wanna stay mad, but I can't. Believe me, I've tried.

vampires

Whenever my mom is mad, she always gets mad at me for not putting dishes away and washing them. I really hate that. And then she starts complaining how I never do anything around the house and am lazy. First of all, I work all week. The weekends are the only times I have off. I have the right to be lazy at least once a week and not get accused for doing something I usually always do, but not doing for once. I'm not the freaking maid ya know. Just because I'm the oldest doesn't mean that I should be the one to wash dishes and clean. This is house is overflowing with sexism. AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THE HEATER TURNED ALL THE WAY UP, I'M DYING OVER HERE. We're not in the Arctic, geez.

I've been nice to Sebastian and stuff. I invited him to the last dance ok. But don't expect me to be the miracle worker and fix his social life. I introduced him to my friends, I'm nice to him but stop expecting me to do everything for him. He has to start fending on his own or he'll never learn. That's how I learned and I'm fine. I made it on my own practically my whole life.

I really want to go back to Rexburg. I really don't like it here. It was nice at first and I have my moments where I'm happy I'm home, but a majority of the time it's always a pain in my head whenever I'm here. I'm accused for this, I'm blamed for that, I get screamed at, blahhhh blahhhh argghghghghghggggh!

DUDE, I just got the most intense inbox in the history of all inboxes. I'm LOLing so hard right now cause I would never in a million years expect that. Especially not them. Two people that have changed my life. Like whoa. But of course, it all depends on her definition of it though.  But seriously?

On a brighter note, I decided to start reading the Twilight series again. It's actually not that bad. I don't see why people make such a big deal. It's just a love story. A love story I want. Of course, I'm never going to find a romantic vampire in my life, but someone like that. With that great amount of passion for someone and that desire to keep them safe and happy and just the thought of losing them pains them. Ahh, I could only wait patiently.

On an even brighter BRIGHTER note, I currently have $738 saved up for college next semester. And I still have more paychecks to be deposited in my account.

a haircut means many things

For me, every time I get a haircut it feels like a fresh new start. A fresh start in what?
Ehhhhh, everything.
Like a chapter in my life is over and I'm finally 100000%  ready to move on.


Here's to the future and everything that is to come; both good and bad.
Better late then never huh?
Thumbs up!
lol, please excuse retarded thumb.
lol.

Sometimes I just wanna whack him in the head

I seriously almost died of anger today. I felt like I just wanted to take my things and leave. I raised my voice, I threatened to bring him to the office, I bribed him--nothing worked! This kid called me an "underwear face" even. And a jerk. I seriously was so close to wacking him in the head, but luckily I stopped myself. That wouldn't be good at all, if I got fired for child abuse :P
Also, Ryan (that's his name) told me how he hates his mom. He told me how he wanted to hit and punch her in the face. This kid is 4 years old. Seriously, this kid is going to have problems if he doesn't clean up his act.

My patience is wearing out with this kid.
"Breathe, breathe, breathe"

If I'm going to work with kids, my patience has to be at its highest.

That's another thing; my major, my career plans.
I don't know exactly what I wanna do. I'm considering being a preschool teacher, but with my experience with this kid and the constant headaches- ehh. We'll see. Everything will fall into place.

I seriously can't wait till spring semester. It's gonna be awesome.
Same ward as fall semester since I'll be in Mountain Pines with Annka. Oh well.
New people=new RMs=happy me.
ANNNNND fall semester gets better since I'll be rooming with the best roommate in history.
My favorite New Yorker Liz :)
And I'll see my favorite people; like Luna.

Instead of worrying about stupid guys that give you endless headaches, I'm going to enjoy myself.
I'm gonna play....hmmm what's the word?
Someone worth fighting for. And it's going to be quite a challenge, mwahaha!

But that's what I want. As corny and dreamlike as it sounds; I want to be "wooed"
I want to be chased for once. Maybe by that, my future romances won't turn out like shambles.
For now, who cares about guys.

I started reading the Book of Mormon in Spanish last week. I actually understand it better than reading it in English. Weird. Here I was, trying to be as American as possible. Speaking english, reading it, listening to it...rejecting my roots and my language. Now I find myself listening to spanish music, reading spanish, even dancing it! I really love it. I even attend the spanish sunday school at church and it's actually better than the ones I've been so accustomed to attending. I'll miss that when I go back to school.

But that's life.
Gotta take it as it comes and sit back and accept it. Because there's always a reason.
Always.

menea, menea, menea

I can spend hours dancing to this. Either once the music's over or my feet are sore; whichever comes first.
New passion discovered.
Like whoa.

Note

1. handsome murderers...I really wouldn't mind being murdered by an unbelievably handsome murderer. It gives me a rush of adrenaline thinking about it. Maybe not murdered, perhaps abducted. I really wouldn't care what he did with me.

Haha, I'm obsessed.
Note: Currently watching a movie with the most unbelievably handsome murderer named Richard.
Rsyjtgsatkcddxhyswfj, WHY IS HE SO UNBELIEVABLY GOOD LOOKING!?
OH MY GOOOOOOOSH.

Aww, he just died.
What a waste of a handsome face.

I gotta chill.
This obsession with murderous men is kinda creeping me out.

But seriously, I can't wait to be in my twenties and go out with men.
Not teenagers, but men.
More mature. more experience,
They are more into commitment- depending on the guy. Most teenage guys just want a good time, just the concept of having a girlfriend and feeling wanted. They want to be, what's the word? Free.

I'm not young anymore.
Only 19, but I feel older than my age.
I want to finish college, graduate, be successful. Sounds great right?
But what always plays in my mind is being part of the Mormon stereotype.
Get married in my early twenties and start a family.
But I want my degree too.
But just because I might get married in college; especially the college known for its marriages doesn't mean I won't.

Also, not everyone gets married while in college.
My YW leader; she attended BYUI too back when it was Ricks College, got married way after college.

I'm just crazy I guess.
Typical Mormon girl.

Oh well, gotta live with it.

Oh,
2. Guys with mustaches. Totally depends though.
On guys,
ehhhhh.
BUT ON ATTRACTIVE MEN
:)

Haha, so weird.

The night is deadly

It really is.
Here I am, trying to watch a bit of Grease before dozing off, but no.
Everything rushes back.
Everything. From the beginning to the end.

Dear heart,
Just stop.
You're driving me crazy.

Dear brain,
Stop bringing these memories back.
They hurt to remember.

No matter how many times I tell myself to get over this, at the randomest moments it'll all come to mind. With whatever I do- always in the back of my mind.

What a distraction

Church was pretty awesome. Actually, more than awesome- GREAT, SPECTACULAR, MAGNIFICANT.
Not only did my moms friend (who's investigating the church) come to church again, but I translated again for the Spanish speaking brothers and sisters. Why would doing something so simple bring me such joy? Cause it's service. It helps bring your spirits up.

It's also amazing how little actions such as a smile, a word, or even a quick glance can make you feel alive and make you forget yourself.
Gotta love them missionaries, but off limits.
I can still talk to them, right?

Hahaha.
It's like 1 in the morning and I'm not tired at all, but I gotta be well rested tomorrow....later today. Church :)
Ya know that anticipation when you're looking forward to seeing someone?
Yeah.

I'm always looking forward every Sunday to see the missionaries.
They just radiate this spirit and glow that makes you feel very happy.
And talking to them is like heavenly.

Goodnight.
Good morning?

I'm glad Elvis Crespo decided to cut his hair. Now he looks less creepy!

THEN.
NOW.

So much better right?
A nice voice like that shouldn't go with creepy long hair. Long hair on guys is so unattractive. Actually, I guess it depends on the guy too. Wait, no. JUST KIDDING. Long hair on a guy =NO.

The type of music he sings is merengue. Catchy, yes?
I now understand why parties growing up were so crazy.

I remember going to parties with my parents. I'd put a dress on, shiny shoes, and on rare occasions my mom would let me put on lipstick. These outings started since I was like 6. We would go to parties that a family member would throw and we would all go. Most of these were thrown in the city. By all I mean EVERYONE. Aunts, uncles, cousins, even family members I didn't even know existed. And this music would go on and everyone would go crazy. Me and my brother would just sit there, watching everyone get crazy and wild. Pretty sure the alcohol played an effect on these crazy hooligans too.
I remember this one time I was sitting there, being really bore and all of a sudden this guy goes up to me and asks me to dance. I freeze. First of all, I had no idea whatsoever how to dance like they did. It was like everyone went to some dance classes in preparation for the party. And second, he was like WHOA. Tall, muscly, attractive, pony tail hanging on the back of his head... I was in shock. Me? Why me?
I saw the girls he danced with- tight dresses, puffy hair, high heels. I saw the way they danced. All sensual and  crazy. The way he looked at them, with so much concern that they don't fall and are enjoying themselves, he was just wow. And to be honest, it looked kinda fun. But me? In some tacky silver heels and some kiddy dress? PLUS, I was only like 10 or 12, I don't really remember. I still remember the way he leaned over, his hand extended- as if saying "may I have this dance?" I was speechless.
Then my dad saw this and said no, I can't dance with him and for the rest of the night I just sat there. Being bored. The only guy I danced with that night was my dad. So lame.
Then my family tore part and these outings were gone. If they were still going on, I'd be having spare feet every weekend and a hot, hispanic, dance partner.
HAHA.

Fast forward to my graduation party.
So my aunt decides to throw me a graduation/going away to college party and I'm like "Haha, just another excuse to get drunk." And I hate attention put on just me. I hate being put in the spotlight, but graciously I accept this and go. And take my best friend with me to make things bearable.
I end up getting forced to dance with ALL the guys that came that night. It would have been great and all, but these were like old guys. Friends of my aunt, my uncle, my mom's cousin, and who knows who else and what relation they had. BUT there was this one guy. In an older guy kinda way, he wasn't so bad. Funny, sweet, cute. He was in like his late twenties I think or early thirties. We danced and it was over and I went back to my little space where Tiffany was sitting. Then I ask my mom who this handsome stranger was. Turns out he's not only married and with kids, but he's also my cousin.
Then my song comes on and everyone gets crazy. The one by pitbull, "bon bon".
I grab Tiffany, my little sister, and my cousin and away we went.

Getting the courage to go out there in front of everyone was scary. All these what ifs and images of me tripping on my feet played in my head, but all was well and that's that.

I wish I had taken those opportunities and all these family parties I've been to since I was little to just let loose without a care in the world. New mission: Take opportunities when they come. Do what makes me happy no matter how stupid I may look.

NOW, I am so pumped for next month.
My aunt (I have like 6) and her boyfriend invited my mom to a party in the city. And my mom wants me to go. Of course I'm going. Putting my new dance moves to the test. I might meet a nice, handsome, hispanic, tall dancer. Haha, doubt it since this is going to be like another family party and the same thing that happened at my graduation party could repeat itself. But you never know right?

Yes sireeeee.

Mueve la cadera

Dude, this is amazing. I have never ever felt such a rush while doing this. And no, it's not drugs.
It started with zumba, which by the way is so fun and whoa. It makes you forget things and loose yourself. I always saw the commercials and stuff and saw how the people danced, and I'm like "no way I'm doing that". But I did and I can do it. Now I'm obsessed with not only the infectiousness of it, but also latin music in general. Unlike the other type, like luis fonsi and all those romantic ballad singers, it's traditional. Like merengue and salsa. Flamenco is hard to do though, to much seriousness.
Here's one VERY amazing beat. Oh my gosh, where do I start.
Oh, and this one!
I was like whoa, I can actually move like that.
I'm definitely going to Latin Night spring semester. 
This is too much fun.

Seriously, what's cool is that this breakup is not really affecting me.
I'm actually happy about it. Now I can spend more time on myself and discovering new things that interest me without feeling like I had a weight on my shoulders when it comes to maintaining a relationship. I'm staying single for a while. Forget guys for now. 

Ah geeze, I need to go dry my hair. I leave at 12:00 and I have 20 minutes to eat lunch, get ready, and go to work in this rain. Oh boy.

Last minute rambles

The worst thing for me is being alone and in the quiet and laying in the dark. Because I think too much and it hurts my head. And I come close to letting it all out, but I can't. Thanks a lot. Now I feel like what anon said; a selfish self centered person.
Like the worst person ever. But then there's that voice of reason telling me otherwise.
I am the way I am. A single post I ramble on about an ex and how I saw it shouldn't determine who I am or not. I can figure things out like that on my own, thanks.

I honestly don't care who reads this. It's my fricking blog and I can write whatever the heck I want so anon, don't you dare say anything about me sounding selfish.
I won't admit it, but I know perfectly well who that is. The evidence is there. Pretty easy to figure it out.

First off, there was no honesty. So basically everything leading up to what happened was a lie? Every word. That's what hurts the most. Oh, and being led on and made a fool by pouring my heart out and having it twisted into a mess of unidentifiable pieces.
I might have been careless, I know and I recognized that. But I explained. I guess that wasn't enough.
But you broke your promise.
By not telling me how you were feeling and telling me what bugged you about me, you were not honest. You bottled up emotion and this is the end result.
I'm leaving you behind. I'll take the memories with me- cause that's how I want to remember you by.
I wish everything for you. I just couldn't imagine you'd hurt me by your silence.
Seriously, don't bottle things up. Don't be afraid to say what's on your mind or to be different. Or sound weird. Or strange. After all, life is much more interesting that way.

Dang it.
Ughhhh, can I just be an amoeba and not have to worry about things like this?

I've made it a tradition to get a new look with every breakup I go through.
Unlike last time, I'm not going to be as dramatic. It's my official way of getting over someone.

Can I be three again?
I see the kids I work with everyday and sit as they nap, and just think about how innocent they are. They have no idea how messed up life can get. Each and everyone of them will cry over someone, will fall in love, will hate life one minute and love it the next. But for now they don't have to worry about things like that.
That's why I want to be three; to be able not to care.
Because frankly, I mess up everything and I just don't want to care anymore. I'm tired of being the nice one.
But like my mom says, "como mujer, tienes que valorarte."
And I will by not caring about guys. Every single guy; no matter what stage in life they are, need to man up.

And I need to grow up.
This isn't high school anymore.
For now, just worry about yourself and not about pleasing others.

Peace out girl scout.

lets get rich and give everyone nice sweaters and teach them how to dance

Last night was intense and whoever posted that comment was right, I did sound selfish and self centered.
But whoever posted it, wow.
It's true though, I only looked at it through my eyes and didn't consider the other side. I was just angry. Like my metaphorical way of crying.
It's for the best though. We're both going separate ways right now and have things to do. It was getting too complicated. Like they say, everything happens for a reason. I'm a strong person, if I got over my past relationships, I can get over this one. I just gotta stop making making such a big deal. When you really love someone, you want what's best for them, even if it means not being with you.
Gotta learn to take my own advice and learn from the lessons that life brings.
-let go, it's for the best
-don't take people for granted
-think of others not just yourself
-get over it because it happened for a reason
-don't be so dramatic
-don't test a guy because it will end up messy
-life goes on
-don't feel like you have to rush into things, there's time
-don't make commitments unless you are 100% sure
-don't hold grudges
-and above all, learn from your mistakes and work to fix them so it doesn't happen again

It's funny how a night's sleep can change our whole outlook on things.

First things first though, I gotta work on myself first. And like Cainan says, stop having such high expectations when it comes to guys. And I'm sorry for being so overdramatic and making you feel like crap last semester. And for everything else. Hopefully everything goes well for you. Really. This relationship taught me so much and the way it ended was for the best, I know. Sometimes people are better off as friends. And like you said, we're both young. We shouldn't limit ourselves to one person now. Totally understandable.  Life goes on, but I just wish he was honest with me about his feelings. Oh well. Can't do anything about it, move on.

Anyway.


I took up dancing. It's so much fun. I never really knew my body could move like it does when I dance. I always saw myself as some form of dysfunctional person because of what I have, but I guess not. When I dance, like when I sing, clears my head and only focuses my mind on that one thing- the steps, the music, the lyrics, the sound. This zumba thing is crazy. Like seriously. Crazy, but so much fun.
Best song there is. Dancing to this is like being in a trance. Like seriously. 
This new semester will consist of partying and enjoying myself. And school of course.
This breakup is good then.
I need time for myself and not feeling like I have to please others.
I guess it's time to get crazy. hahahahahahahahahahaha


Just not too crazy ;)

MY BROTHER IS GOING TO COLLEGE!

...with me <3

i hate getting the peanut shells on my keyboard because they get impossible to get out

It's freaky how right mothers are about things.It's like they're witches are something because let me tell you, my mom has been right about everything. From school to friends and even boyfriends.

Speaking of which -

I need to write things down in order to get my thoughts in order. Cause what just happened like an hour ago was like getting hit by a bus while crossing a street, but yet having a gut feeling you were going to get hit but you choose to ignore it because you're so sure things like this don't happen to you.

But it did.
For once, a guy broke up with me.
It feels weird though. I don't know how to react. Should I start crying, should I be upset and angry?
I'm fine though. Still in a sorta state of shock, but overall I guess I'm fine. But knowing me... oh boy.

Sitting on my bed, in my pjs, itunes on, and munching on peanuts. While answering "Are you ok?", "What happened?", "Why are you single?" texts. Seriously, I'm fine. Although, it's nice that I have friends who care about me. Like the saying says "guys come and go, but true friends remain."
I've been through so many hard things in my life, a break up is nothing compared to those.

If a guy can't see through an obstacle like long distance, then to me it means that he didn't feel the same as I felt for him, not on the same page. If you can't see through something like long distance, to me that means that you can't really deal with hard things, you just give up. I don't need a guy like that. I need a guy who is willing to stick around when things get hard. Yet another thing to add onto my list of qualities I want in a guy.

On the other hand, it's my doing too.
I didn't take my own advice and took him for granted fall semester. Thing is, I like to test people. I wanted to see if despite how I acted, if he'd stick around. He did, for a while then poof- gone.
You learn from your mistakes and even your relationships.
Next time, I gotta learn that testing guys is not very smart. Or perhaps, maybe, find a guy that can pass my tests with flying colors. And of course, don't take him for granted. Remember that Jess, for next time :)

What bums me out though is that I saw him as the perfect guy for me. But if it didn't work out, the Lord has something better planned. That's actually very exciting. Being friends is fine, it's just going to take time to process. I need to get over it because no matter how many times I say I'm fine, I'm not over it. I've never loved someone like I loved him. Hopefully it's fast and painless. Maybe I kinda scared him off with the amount of commitment I was willing to put in. I was dead serious too.
Don't be so quick to give your heart away because someone will take it and throw it away."

But oh well, if he feels like that I can't stop him. There's a reason for everything. There's someone better out there for me, that's kinda hard to accept, but I'll get to accept that eventually.

I need to focus on getting my spirituality on track, school, and basically working to improve myself in every way. Not only to feel better about life in general, but to perfect myself for the Lord and for that someone out there some where who can love me despite everything.

I still want to be friends and stuff, it's just gonna take time.

There's one very important aspect that he taught me and that I'll always be grateful for. His example to prepare himself for his mission motivated me to improve myself.
Basically the song of my life. Describes it perfectly. Singing it gives me such a musical high :)

"The spaces between your fingers were created so someone else’s could fill them. After a break-up we realize that that persons didn't fit the way it was supposed too."


lol, so dramatic.
But I'm serious.
I'm letting everything go and I'll work at trying to forget. Lesson learned; don't fall in love with someone who leaves when things get hard.

And that's that.
The end of this love story.

Who would have thought

Work was really exhausting today. Try getting hyperactive 3 year olds to take a nap, now that requires patience. And lots of it too.

On other news, my brother just went to the hospital. We suspect food poisoning. I really just think it's the stomach virus, but no one listens to me. Not until I'm a doctor of some sort. haha
I hope he's ok. He's been throwing up all afternoon non stop. He looks so miserable too. Well that's life for you buddy.

I am the greatest over reactor ever. I need to fix that. I always think the worst and don't expect myself to be happy because I always think something will go wrong with whatever I'm doing. I always think of the worst and don't see that what I'm imagining in my overactive brain won't happen. But I also have to accept that they might too.

I really don't know what's the matter with me lately. Am I just stressed out? What is it? Because lately I've been the most impatient, quick to get angry type of person and I'm usually not like that.
I guess it's just that I'm trying to not miss Cainan too much and show it to everyone. I am a strong individual and I do pretty good in hiding my emotions from others. But this is hard, trying to keep a long distance relationship. I can't know what he's doing because of our schedules and that makes it hard to talk to each other. I can't see into his eyes like I did and see if he was being honest with me. All in all, I just miss him way too much and for the first time I'm seeing how hard relationships are to maintain. I just don't want our busy list of things to do slowly bring us apart and then I lose him. I just feel like it's my fault and I need to do something, but I don't know what. I don't know how this works. In my 19 years of existence, he's the only guy I've met who I'm in love with.
I have the biggest trouble in the world telling others how I feel. I guess it's just trust issues that have carried over to me after so many years ago when I grew up not trusting anybody because I always came out getting hurt. I wish I could trust all these amazing people in my life, but somehow I can't. I trust my mom and even my dad, my brother and my sister. From a young age, I have grown to learn not to trust anybody too much because no matter what someone means to you, somehow you will end up getting hurt. I think that's what I'm trying to prevent by not showing emotion and communicating my feelings to others. It just comes to show you how much your experiences as a young child will have on your adult life and the way you see things.The problem is I can never bring myself to share what I'm feeling with him. I try, but I also try not to give too much emotion away just in case. I love my friends, but I never know when they'll turn back on me. I love Cainan, so much, but how can I really know to completely trust him with all these emotions I have for him? I just don't want to make myself too vulnerable and get hurt in the end.
I'm sorry I can't tell you these things Cainan, it's just hard for me to.
Not just to you, but to everyone.
I'm sorry you have to deal with such an emotional wreck as me. And thank you for doing so. That's why I have grown to love you so much. You're one of the few people in my life that are capable of doing such a thing.

That's also why I love writing so much. I can write anything down and not get a response. I trust my writing to not hurt me.

I've gone through so much in my life.
Abuse, disability, sickness, heartache, a torn family, betrayal- at this point the only person I trust more than anything is the Lord. He will always be there to listen, He knows what's in my heart, how I feel. He will never hurt me. The Gospel is my life. It has been there to keep me strong and to help me through all these trials. I mess up so much, but He will always love me no matter what and that is the greatest love there is. My Savior is my rock. I fail though at showing my gratitude for all He does for me, but that's going to change.


I need a stronger relationship with you Lord and I'm sorry for not being the person you want me to be. I'm trying, but it's really hard. You put so many trials in my life. I know they're nothing compared to what other people go through that's more serious than my troubles. I know you will never put anything in my life that I won't be able to handle. I know everything I'm going through will make me into the strongest women that I hope to be someday. I love you so much, above anything and everyone. You are the greatest friend I will ever have. I hate feeling like I've disappointed you. I promise with all the love of my heart and every ounce of trust I have for you that I will better myself. I will show you greater gratitude. Graditude for everything that you've done for me. Please help me through these trials. Help me understand they're for my own good and spiritual growth. Help me keep the Spirit. Help me understand. Help me be strong in times of weakness.

Without Him and His Gospel I'd be dead. All the tribulation I've done through would have eventually killed me. That's why I'm so thankful everyday, although I may not say it, I always carry that gratefulness in my heart.


The Gospel saved my life.

Living the childhood I did really screwed up my life in every single way possible.
Emotionally, mentally, and even physically.
But the Gospel saved me from myself. It saved me from letting all my trials get the best of me.
Although I feel at times that they are getting the best of me, it is my promise to let the Lord be the most important person in my lie. I will work so hard to do so.

No other church, no other religion preaches the unlimited love the Lord has for us.
He loves each if us so much and He wants the best for us. He will perfect us in whatever way to allow us to go live with Him again.

I never really planned this, but this is my testimony. I testify that the Lord loves us. I testify that He puts these trials in our lives to make us stronger individuals. I truly believe with all my heart that the true Gospel of Jesus Christ is here on the Earth because of the blessings it has had in my life. Love the Lord, be grateful for everything He does for you. Do everything you can to perfect yourself.
I say these things with absolutely no doubt in my heart, in the name of our Savior; Jesus Christ

Amen.

Daughters in My Kingdom

This is a book from relief society and I am going to read it if it's the last thing I do.

I need to get my spiritual life back on track,
I can feel my spirit's hunger for the greater spirit, for the greater testimony, for the greater sense of peace.

I read this one part where it said that the Lord wants us, His daughters, to perfect ourselves. Not necessarily perfect, but the best we can be.
I feel as if I've put my spirituality on hold for a while, not living up to where I want to be spiritually.
Regaining that piece will give me the strength and courage to do many things.
I have faith, I know the church is true with all my heart- I just need to give myself a break from everything to in a way "rediscover" my spiritual self. Doing that will allow me the opportunity to better understand what I need in my life.

I've noticed this need lately. I've been in a way depressed I guess. I hate feeling like this, I really do. What's worse is not knowing why.
That's why I need the Gospel's influence and spirit more than ever. In the past, I've put the Lord at the end of my set of priorities and that's what's caused me to feel distant from Him.

This break from school will give me a chance to regain that lost spirituality. This will allow me to come back to school with a greater openness to the Spirit.

On the other hand and other news, Mike and his sister invited me out on Saturday.
It really warms my heart that I have people such as them in my life.
They both care so much about not only me, but others as well. Mike especially. He's been such a blessing in my life, such a great friend since forever ago.

Sometimes I wonder why life is so hard on me. Immigration issues, health problems, family issues, the list really never ends. I really wonder how much more of this I can take.

But as my mom and my blessing says- appreciate life as it comes. All the good moments. All the bad.

Beware of missing chances; otherwise it may be altogether too late some day

Messy hair, neon fingernails from saturday night, wool sweatshirt, dirty jeans... that's what today will be. Oh, and of course netflix and its unlimited amount of corny movies. And also of course this blog and my music library.
The thing about me that I've grown to accept over the years is that there are moments where I would rather spend time by myself locked up in my room typing away with my favorite music playing. It seems lonely, but no it isn't. I love as the words I type turn into a sentence then into a story. The sound of the keys is relaxing and rhythmic as I type in tune to Micheal Buble's voice- which is the song currently playing. I love company and spending time with others, but I need these times to gather my thoughts, to rethink current things, to ask myself if I am choosing the things that should be making me happy. I listen to the lyrics of these many songs that bring me happiness and bliss, can I say they are true to me? Can I apply them to my choices and my decisions?
It's a bit silly, but that's how I see it. Music can help with helping you decide things that are on your mind. It could help you rethink things. Rethink things that you thought were good for you.
For me, music is always there. Always a click away, a movement away. Just push play, just put on my headphones. There isn't anything complicated about being reunited with your favorite songs. They're always there when everyone else is away. Music is like a friend. It will change into different forms, it will always change- like a person. The only difference between music and people is that despite all the changes it goes through or is going through, it is always there, ready and armed to heal and wounded heart. I really believe that music artists are inspired to write what they write. What they are inspired to write can either be good or bad. We won't be able to know if its a good or bad message until we listen to it, take the time to analyze it, and most importantly assess the feeling it gives you. Like for me for example, I look for music that can relate to my current emotion. When I listen to a sad song, it feels like someone else is there going through it with me. When I'm mad, when I'm happy, when I'm sad, excited, disappointed, when I'm missing someone or something, when I'm determined, unsure, confused.
That is why it is important to choose the right music- because it will have an impact on the way you look at life.

I watched a movie on Anne Frank last night. It was sad seeing her family and their friends living in fear on a daily basis. I saw as she grew up, as she fell in love for the first time, shared her first kiss, defended herself from cruel lips, and as she poured out her soul to her diary. I remember her saying how she wants to be the type of women that leaves an impact on the world- not like every other women who gets married, has kids, then gets pushed aside. She said how even after she dies, she wants her writing to live on forever; and it did.
It was sad thinking about how this girl, with so much life ahead of her and so many adventures ahead, wasn't ever going to have them. But what I was glad about was that she died with the opportunity of having loved someone. Cause it's better to have died loving then to have never loved at all.
I also thought about how she said that writing was her escape from the world. Writing is an escape into my mind- a place where I'm the only one there, a place where I can think. The difference though is that she write her thoughts with the objective of them never being read. I write my thoughts without the care that someone is reading. When I write here I hope to influence whoever reads it. Whether it's one person or a dozen. I hope that whoever reads what I write can get something out of it.

I've considered a career in writing, cause all in all I love it. But I also love writing for me. Just me and nobody else. I write without really caring whether my words make sense, if my grammar is right- it doesn't matter to me just as long as I get my thoughts out. Perhaps someday I'll write a book and use this blog as my cornerstone and incorporate my stories, my experiences.

Life is something very confusing. You never know if what you have in your life is supposed to be there. You never know if you're doing things right. You never know if you should let things go. You don't know if you deserve better than what you may have settled for.You just never know and you have to go through life hoping with a faithful heart that everything will fall into place. You go through life with faith that the Lord will place the right people, situations, events, jobs, experiences into your life.
It's hard though because sometimes you feel like you're doing this all alone.
But the Lord is there to listen and offer you that encouragement. Because after all, you chose to endure in this mission. Sometimes though, you ask yourself, "what the heck was I thinking?"

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson


Senior year I took a philosophy class and we studied Emerson. He has a way with making simple sentences mean so much. This particular poem is about gratitude.  About not taking things for granted because after all, you never know if your lack of thankfulness for them will cause you to lose those things in your life that you have fought to keep.
For things such as food or shelter- you always expect those things to be there.
But you never know when they won't be there.
There might be a storm, a bad harvest.

You can also apply this to interactions with others.
If someone is in your life, like your mother, a sister, a brother, a friend, or a lover
you never really think about when they won't be there.
You take those people in your life for granted because you expect them to be there despite the things you do.
But you gotta work to maintain those relationships. Don't take them for granted because you never know when you'll lose them.

It's hard to sometimes- to fight. Because you sometimes don't know if its even worth fighting.
But sometimes you're even afraid.
Because what if there's something better out there for you and you don't know it?

I'm only 19 so why do I think like a 65 year old?
Why do I feel like I have to experience everything right now?

Because we're in the latter- days and He is coming.
I just want the opportunity to experience everything before then.
I know I'll have the chance to, but sometimes I feel like it's a rush against time.
Like I won't have the chance to do what I want.

I just wish it was easier choosing those things that are meant to be in your life.
I don't want to feel like I've wasted precious time on things that don't matter.
On people that take you for granted and then you think "I didn't deserve that, I don't deserve that, I deserve better".

I start work Wednesday. Finally, something I love doing and something to get my mind off my problems for a a good  8-10 hours.

Thou hast given so much to me,
Give one thing more, - a grateful heart;
Not thankful when it pleaseth me,
As if Thy blessings had spare days,
But such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.
~George Herbert

It's Saturday, a day closer to the end of the weekend

So I'm casually cruising through facebook and go to this group I joined over the summer where a ton of mormon youth assemble and share different things. And I found the most beautiful piece of writing there.


Dear Daughter,

I remember well the day you left my side, wandered through the veil and ventured forth to fulfill you earthly mission. I had a tear in my eye as I clothed your spirit in a cloak of love and sent you off to school. Be assured that my thoughts are with you now, as always.

I love you with all of my heart. I know your life, the good, the bad, your grief, your disappointments, your unrewarded efforts, your frustrations. But always remember--all that I have is yours if you will only come home again.

Daughter, realize that in you I have placed a bit of heaven. No one was exempt. I love all of my children. You have some blessed gift, some talent, some little part of me in you. Search for it, develop it, use it, and most importantly, share it with others. If you really love me, then help others find themselves and lead them to me. Show your love by serving others.

Repent of your failings and humble yourself. Make yourself ever teachable and continually strive to improve. I gave you weaknesses to help you be humble. Don't condemn me for that. I did it because I love you. Be full of hope. Don't let discouragement engulf you. I'll come if you need me.

Daughter, cease your idle contentions. Be a peacemaker, for it breaks my heart to see so many of my children fighting. If they could only see what I have hoped, planned and desired for them. My heart breaks as I watch them. But you, faithful daughter, are my hope. It is through you that my work must proceed. You haven't much time and there is so much work to be done. I beg you to get started. Accomplish the mission I gave to you before you left me. I'll help you. I'll never be too busy or too far away to come to you. I'm nearer to you always than you might suspect. I have so much I would like to tell you, but I can't here.

Come to me often in prayer. I love to talk to you, my beloved daughter. Be diligent in my work and my kingdom shall be yours. I'd love to take you in my arms, but I too, must wait patiently: that time will come. Till then I leave you my peace, my blessing, my love, and never forget I am nearby whenever you need me.

I love you and miss you so very much and, oh, how I am looking forward to your return to me.

All my love,

Your Heavenly Father





Reading this was amazing. It really is inspiring to me. It inspires me to be strong and to seek that amount of perfection I am striving to achieve. I will never be perfect, but like I said yesterday, I can perfect myself enough to go live with Him again. 
Tomorrow is Sunday.
Another opportunity to learn something new.
Me, I'm going to attempt to receive my lessons in Spanish so that I am better able to communicate with my spanish speaking peers as well as to better able share my thoughts on the Gospel when I am lucky enough to be faced in such a situation.
Also during this break I want to be able to start reading the Book of Mormon, but in Spanish.
I don't know why honestly, I just feel I should. 

To be honest, I've never really read the Book of Mormon cover to cover.
I've attempted to many times, but I just never seem to finish.
I loose my place, get frustrated, and then it's gone.

But not anymore because I'm going to push myself to read it.

With alll these changes I am planning on making, I know that it won't happen fast or in a record amount of time. It could take a whole year or five, but what I do hope to get out of this "spiritual journey" I am putting myself on is the opportunity to shape myself into the kind of person the Lord always intended me to be and wants me to be like.