The same old day after day

Alright. Here is the skinny. I am blind, not physically but mentally I think. I always over analyz things and over think things. I tend to focus on what COULD potentially go wrong instead of what IS going right. I want my life to be just so and when things interfere with my plans I freak. I actually don't even have "plans" I guess you could say. I just try to live day to day. But, I know I should be living everyday for God. That is a thing I am still trying to grasp and do. I have a past and it haunts me everyday. Every damn day. I know God forgives, I know my parents forgave me. I know that no one hates me. I know that I'm not being judged and that I am still loved. But, yet I still feel this sort of pull on me. Like, I'm not good enoug. Like, I made mistakes and people remember them and think less of me. I just don't understand. The other day my gramma and mom and I did our annual Christmas shopping (without Connie and Tess) and we had sooooooooooooo much fun. It was a huge blast. I felt like I was with my bestfriends. It was great. It was the most fun I've had in a very, very, very long time. When we were driving home I just kept thinking usually me and mom get out of the car and gramma leaves. This year it was mom just gets out of the car, and leaves. I wish with all my heart that I would have never rebelled sometimes. I could still be living with my parents. I wouldn't feel these un-worthy feelings. On the other hand I am so gratefull for that rebellious stage. Even though it hurt me and my family we are so much closer now. I actually tell my mom things and talk to her. Like I told her about Dillon, and the people at work who want to party with me, I even told her about James. I knew she wouldn't approve but I don't want to live with secrets like before so I told her. I would have never in one hundred years have done that before. I just wouldn't have told her so she wouldn't ask questions and get all worried, and then I'd get pissed, and we'd fight and then I'd get in  trouble. This way she knows what is going on and I have to be honest. A life full of lies and deciet is so hectic. I did it for a long time, it gets tiring and old after a while.

Anyways, back to being blind. I don't know why I always feel un-worthy. I grew up with a loving father. I was always told I was beautiful...but for some reason I don't believe it. My past relationships really haunt me. One boy molded my mindset. Travis. Growing up with him, and always "loving" him was un-healthy. He was always so mean, he played games with me. He knew how I felt about him and he used that against me. I was hurt day after day. He told me I was stupid, and he always told me I would never be able to do things, like pass tests, or play good in basketball games, or even pass my drivers test. Who was he to say those things to me? But, yet my young, impressionable mind believed every word he said. I started to believe those things were true and day after day I would strive to impress him. To get a smile out of him, or an encouraging word. It was very rare but I remember the times he was "nice" to me. I remember all of them. I can basically  count them on one hand. That is sad. But, I let him control me. So, in relationships I tend to think like that. I always dismiss bad things guys do and think everything is okay. I treasure the good times so much the bad just disappear. I let them walk all over me, and I never feel truly beautiful. But, on the other hand...here is why I think I am blind.

I always have boys in my life. Always. I look back at the past year to today and there wasn't a time where I wasn't in a "relationship", having a thing, or a guy would really like me and I'd like him. I think back to Ryan, Andy, Zach, Aaron, Austin, Kevin, Dillon, Tyler, Brock, Peter, all sorts of them. Some guys I'd like back, and others just liked me. But, it is always like that. There is some guy who likes me. I like some guy. I have a thing, or we flirt a lot. I mean why would people at work always make fun of me about guys who ask for my number. That doesn't happen to everyone. I know I'm attractive and nice but I gues I, in my heart, can't believe it. I want to be treated well and I want a good boy friend but I settle for whatever comes my way just to feel "loved". Its sad but true.

Butterflies

So, I've met a nice boy. He's taller than me by quite a lot. He has blonde hair, cut all cool. He is really polite, and sweet. I like him. We have math class together. But, the funny thing is...we have never really talked in math class. His friend Ryan, got my number for him and Ryan told me that Dillon had a "thing for me"...whatever that means. So I guess he thinks I'm pretty or hot or whatever. So yeah...then Dillon texted me and we've been texting ever since. Last night he came over and we chilled and watched a movie. Its odd, because we like don't know each other all that well...and we have nothing in common yet to talk about. We have like no inside jokes, and we don't know each other's families or friends. That sort of thing. I mean, I didn't find it too awkward. It just was like okay, I know he likes me...I'm deciding if I like him...and here he is in my bed. My thoughts were should we cuddle...do I hug him? Will he like me after we hang out? Am I being normal? I just want this to work out I guess. I like him...and he liked me. But, you know how it is after you hang out with someone you kinda decide wether you like them or not for real. Like a crush on someone because they are cute doesn't mean you like them. I guess...I'm just looking for a relationship so I hope this works out. He's tall, polite, nice, cute, and yeah...We'll see where it goes. I think it is my turn to be like aww I like you and had a good time last night. :) or something. HHHHHMMMMPHHHH.

Generalizing.

Tonight I watched shows about losing weight. Every time I think about losing weight, or hear stories I think I need to lose weight. I have never been anorexic or anything but I sometimes get obsessed with the idea of losing weight. I want to be fit. I know that I am not fat. I know that am fine the way I am, but I weight 150. That seems like so much. Its almost 200! I want to weigh in the 120s. I know that I am really tall, I have a big, nice, bubble butt, and I have a curvy shape. I can't weigh a little amount it wouldn't make sense. During my Junior year of highschool I was very healthy. I ate yogurt and granola, lots of fruit, little portions, no candy, no soda, and I made lots of healthy smoothies. I'm not sure what changed but I fell back into old habits. I started eating lots of candy and drinking soda again. I know I'm skinny and guys like me so I don't really worry about my weight that much. But, I long to be fit and trim. I want to be toned! I want nice muscles. I want arms that don't have flab. I want a tight ass. I want thighs that aren't soft. I want muscular thighs, a tight ass, and abs. I know I can get them. I need to start eating better. I need to stop eating so much sugar. I know that people associate me with candy. Jasmine loves candy. I mean I always have some with me. Jelly Bellys, Starburts, Skittles, you name it. I always have something with me. So I just started eating a lot of it and always having it to please others I guess. I also work at Burger King so its hard not to drink soda and eat the food. Its free so why not? I guess its a bad habit I need to be strong and not give in!

I've been really struggling with feeling ugly latley. I feel like I intimidate  guys. They never tell me I'm pretty or beautiful. Some do. The ones that really know me do. Its like guys who kinda know me just say crude things about me and to me. They don't know how to approach me my gma says. She says I'm so pretty they feel dumb like they'll say the wrong thing! Its not true. I am one of the easiest people to please and get a long with. I am also  feeling really down because the guy I like...Tyler...doesn't seem to notice me very much. Jeeze the only reason I look cute at work is for him. I want him to tell me I'm pretty and that he like me. THAT is what I want. It would make me so happy.

A feeling I haven't felt in a while

His name is Tyler. I like him...A LOT. I legitly like him so much. Its not just a ohhh he's cute or he's hot. It's the whole I like his smile, I like his hands, I like his personality, I like his laugh, I like is sense of humor. I like who he is. He's taller than me. He's cute, he's muscular, he has veiny hands...just like I like...he makes me laugh. Like really laugh. I can make all my stupid jokes in front of him and I don't even feel dumb. I can make mistakes and I don't feel like a retard. He encourages me. I love working with him. I love when he makes me smile or when he smiles at me. I don't know. I just like him. I mean i've like other guys before but this feels different. I suppose its so different than the last two relationships I've had that I don't know what to do. The past two were all about sex and what not and this would be real so I'm scared. The last person I've opened up to and shared with went really badly so that is such an issue for me! I want to talk to him so bad. But, I'm scared he'll be like uhhh no, I don't like you Jasmine. I feel like he does tho. Like, when we were together the time passes so fast. I feel like we flirt...it seems like hardcore flirting too. At least I'm flirting a lot. Like I don't always feel this much attraction towards one person. I'm not sure what to do. The hard part is that in the summer I said I like him...in a round about way...and he told me he liked me too...

It kinda went like this...: Tyler - no cute girls ever like me.
me- I know a cute girl who likes you.
tyler- who? do I know her?
me- I think so. She's tall, about 5'9 (we'd just talked about my height) and blonde.
tyler- I think I like her too.

So we told each other we liked each other in a round about way. After that we'd text a lot, and we went to the beach once. He told me I was pretty on facebook, and sent me messages. We talked a lot. After going to the beach we had a lot in common we found out. It was not awkward and we both had fun. He texted me right away after saying how much fun he had and next time we'd swim in his pool. But after a while he didn't text me back when I'd text him, and we just kinda stopped talking. I recently told him he was terrible cuz he never texted me back. He said I'm sorry I work all the time! I know he does so I guess its okay. But I don't want to be like I always am. I just pretened I'm not upset, I didn't this time. So yeah. I'm a little confused. I mean if he really liked me too wouldn't he text me and ask me to do more stuff? I'm not sure. I know he's so busy with school and work. I'll cut him some slack. LOL.

But I really want to see how he's feeling. Or ask if he likes me still? Or I wana be like sooooo, yeah ummm...tyler? I still like you. eeeep. I would just smile and be all awkward and what not. But I need to know. I don't want to feel like this for no reason. Either way I'll be fine. I mean I like him a whole lot and would love to be his girl...but if not then that's okay too.

I told dana about it and she is going to bring it up to him. -sigh- I need to grow a pair.

The pull of good and evil

Okay, I just want to sit here and blog about my father. I know it seems like I have some obsession with him, and maybe I do. I'm not sure. I have always been a daddy's girl. I love him so much. Like, I hate dissapointing my dad. I always want his approval. Any football team he likes, I like. Music he likes I like too. I just want to be like him I guess. Actually I want to marry someone like my dad. He is an amazing person. I mean who grows up without parents, does tons of drugs, parties, has a kid before graduating and rises above? The majority of people donot. My father did! He graduating, went to school, worked to support my mom and me...he changed his whole lifestyle. That is hard but he did it! He gave up his crazy life for me I guess you could say. Sometimes I feel like a mistake child. Like, my parents didn't want to get pregnant so I'm their mistake. They HAD to take care of me. I guess they didn't really have to. My mom could of had an abortion. They could of given me up for adoption. Yet, they chose to keep me. I'm grateful. Sometimes I think how different my life would be if they weren't my parents. I would be a totally different person! My dad wasn't raised a Christian, but now he is a strong Christian. I have seen my dad grow so much in his relationship with God so much, even this past year. He goes to mens Bible study, he gets up and reads the Bible in the morning, when he prays it sounds different and heartful. He is a strong man. Now, I know my dad isn't perfect. I know that he has emotional issues, and stuff but I respect him even more for that.
Having your parents die like they did must have been traumatic. I would be devestated. But, he overcomes that everyday! I know he and my mom argue a lot, and he can get so crabby and mean but he's human. I love him very much.

And, That hardest part of getting asked to leave my house because well...frankly I made out with guys, I got fingered, I gave blowjobs, I snuck out of Church, I didn't let my parents into my life, I was sneaky, I technically had sex. I became someone I never thought I would be. I let myself wallow in my mistakes and shortcomings. I let my circumstances define who I was. I thought well, I'm not measuring up, I never will so I'm going to give up. When I left God, and tried living on my own look what I did! I started hooking up with guys. I mean I'm not against fooling around with guys, its just strange that when I was doing rocky with God and struggling with my faith that these boys walked into my life. I was doing good in the beginning of the year. I was on fire for God, I was determine to do good. I was excited for Bible study (D-group) and Youth Group. I was happy to be singing on Worship Team and playing piano for yg and Sunday Church. I wanted to take part in volunteering. I wanted to write letters for compassion, I wanted to set an example for the younger kids. I wanted to counsel younger kids. I wanted to be good. I didn't want to drink, or smoke, and doing stuff with guys wasn't even on my mind. But, when I started doing the Bible study "Crazy Love" and felt so convicted I started to falter. And, then when I started hooking up with Ryan again, and eventually met Zach and really hooked up hardcore with him all the time is when I started feeling guilty. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I was doing bad with God. So, naturally I walked away from God. I let anything go. I mean, dont get me wrong. I was having a blast. Everything I did I wanted to do. I wanted to hook up. I liked it. I still do. I guess I'm just human.

Satan is so convincing! I mean I knew what I was doing was wrong, I was guilty...I wanted to tell someone so bad. So I told my friends. Wow, what help they were. I really wanted to tell my parents so bad. I got close to telling my dad one time but I knew how upset they would be. I didn't want to deal with that, and when they found out BAM it was terrible. I was shocked. They were shocked. I had been done hooking up with Zach for a while by the time they found out and I was batteling with myself to move on, to give that up. I was doing better and for them it was new news. It was terrible. I really let my parents down. Especially my dad. I mean, whose father wants to find out that their daughter gives wicked blow jobs? Or has been fingered? Or had sex? Not mine. Especially not mine! God has been working in me. He's shown me that what I was doing was wrong. He really convicts me now. Like I know I shouldnt even talk to Zach and yet I try. I'm stupid. I liked what we had. He made me feel good. Physically and Mentally. I really want someone to love me and tell me Im beautiful. Like, I want to belong to someone so bad. But, I know that I don't want a guy who drinks, parties, smokes, cheats, steals, does drugs, all that. I want a good, strong, Christian guy. Why am I so attracted to losers and why do they like me? I know I'm attractive. I'm not going to pretend that I'm not. I have a nice ass, I'm pretty, and I'm really easy to talk to and get along with. I am "one of the guys" I've been told. I can laugh at guy's crude jokes, I can be cute and girly without being annoying. Its really easy to play up being ditsy yet smart. I'm good at it. Lots of smiling and laughing. But yes...I gave up and gave into sin. I was good at it so it felt "right". Whatever that means. But now I am growing up. I'm done with that I guess. My only fear is that if a guy walks into my life and is like Zach I'll do it all over again. Heck I know I will. I want to. I miss it. Like I want to hook up with guys just not have sex. That is my line. -sigh- whether that is wrong or right I don't know. I guess its wrong because we aren't supposed to do imoral sexual things. and we are supposed to think about whatever is true, lovely, and right. Who knows I think its different for each person.

So after explaining all that...it was my dad's bday last week. I made him some collage with all these things on it. They all stoood for something that he means to me or things hes done for me. Then I wrote him a letter saying how much I loved him, and how hard it is letting your father down. I wanted to reassure him that he is the best father anyone could ever ask for. I thanked him for his love and told him he was my hero. It made him cry I'm pretty sure. He said he's going to respond, so I'm hoping he's going to write me a letter back!!!! I'm SO excited. I am working on not being so easy going because guys take that as easy. I'm not easy I just love fun wich gets me into trouble. But yes...this blog is long....and the main point? I AM CHANGING. I'm still not perfect but I like where I am. Feeling this pull of good and evil is good!