Stupid Insecurities...

                So sidetracking from the story of my life to a story of now: with my best friend not going to the same college as me, I’m kinda here all by myself, and have almost no boys to flirt with and interact with. Recently one of my new friends meet a boy and they soon started to hang out a lot together. She soon invited me to come along and hang out too. Almost from the start I started to like him. He and I have a lot in common and like a lot of the same things. When my friend and I were talking about him she asked me what I thought of him because we thought he wanted to date her. I told her that if I had the choice I would date him. She liked that idea and has since started to shift his mind from her “box” to mine. However, I don’t think it’s going to happen. He doesn't seem to see that I’m into him, and if he does he is ignoring it because he doesn’t want it to happen. Well I guess we just see where my life will lead with this.

Jerr

Respect #1

                If you haven’t guessed already I am Mormon. I set and maintain high standards that help me with my everyday life. But just because I have these standards doesn’t mean I expect everyone to follow them nor do I want them to expect that I will follow theirs. If you have respect for me I will have respect for you. That’s as simple as it is. Why can’t the rest of the world see it that way…

Jerr

BlueEyedCrush

                I guess my story starts in a small town. Almost everyone there belonged to the same religion including my family. I have one older brother who I was always trying to be like. My mom wasn’t very “girly” I guess I would say, and therefore I grew up (and still mostly am) a tomboy. I wanted to do what the boys did, play with them, act like them, be one of them. I dressed like a boy and talked like a boy. All the girls hated me because I had then ins with the boys that they did not. In elementary school it never occurred to me why that was so. When I was about 11 I started my first real crush. In my school area you moved from elementary to middle school in 5^th grade, middle to Jr. High in 8^th grade, and Jr. High to High school in 10^th grade. In 5^th grade I knew hardly anyone but this boy stood out. He was tall, like me, and was so nice. For three years I liked him and then I realized why I would never go on to get the guys in high school: I was one of them. This wasn’t my only crush, more, harder than I can bare to this day ones followed but he was the first. When graduation day came I told him so and ran away never really knowing what he would have said to me if I had stayed. I guess that’s the way life is. This life is  going to be a long one for this blue eyed girl…

Jerr

The Start of a New Adventure

                The trees have started to turn colors of orange, brown and deep red. I feel as if my life has gone and started the changing process as well.  I have moved past the high school phase and am on a new journey in life: college. It has been an adventure so far and I hope to share it with people out there that might be reading. In the post to come I’ll show how a “tomboy” little girl has grown and is growing into an “almost girly-girl” young woman.

Jerr