Blah.

I ate one too many cookies.
Three boys, moving on to serve the Lord.
-Tempe, Arizona. -Rome, Italy. -El Salvador, San Salvador.
I feel as if I wasted two and a half hours of my life today.
Watching a movie for a class. Oh well.
I have absolutely nothing else to say.
93 days, say what?
Home bound.
On Friday.
10:30.
AM.

Booya.

Comfort.

I know an Angel. And... when something's off, she knows exactly what to send. 

I couldn't be more grateful. 

I didn't think she was listening when I talked
about these little beauties.. 

Intro. This Is Me.

My name is Jerrica. I go by many different names. You can call me Jer, Jer-bear, Jereeka-cheeka, Boo hisser, J-jizzle, etc. I have long blonde hair, and green eyes. Sometimes my eyes change colors to blue, depending on what color of clothes I wear. However, my license says green, so we'll stick with that. I don't like wearing make up, but I wear it anyway. Hair? Yeah, we got the natural curl going on almost every day. When it's straightened, I love it, but often don't take the time.

I'm a pretty easy going person. I will be shy when you first meet me, but as you get to know me you'll see my personality come out. At random times I will crave coloring, eat crackers, or just have a dance party with whoever I'm standing next to. I am a happy person, but no one's perfect. I do have my faults, and have bad days. I mess up, I slack off, I don't color in the lines. Sometimes I get caught up in the negative and don't realize all of Gods creations passing me by. I cry often, but smile ten times as much. When I can't get myself out of the dumps, I pray and ask to notice a miracle the next day. I always do.


My family means the world to me. They have always been there for me, and I don't know what I would do or who I would be without them. I like coming home on the weekend to see them, rather than my friends. If you ask me to tell you which parent I'm closer to, I can't. Because I'm close to both. They're amazing. My brother is on a mission right now, he will be getting home this summer and I couldn't be happier. Missionaries have a special place in my heart. We will both be going to school the same time, same place. I couldn't be more excited, I have a count down.


Religion is how I live. I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm proud of it, grateful for it. I believe that love is real, but hard to find. I believe people are sent to us, to answer prayers. I know that I'm being tested, and watched over. I know I am loved, by my Father in Heaven.


Utah State is where I go. I've learned to love Logan. I wasn't so sure of it when I first arrived. I've met people who have changed my life. I love them. I've discovered new hobbies, figured out what I want to do, and a glimpse of who I want to be. I've watched friendships die, heart ache, new friendships reborn. I've been blessed above and beyond what I deserve. School is coming along, but I still have a few years to go. It's going to be a great ride.


I'm the kind of girl who loves date dances, and getting all dressed up. I will sleep an extra fifteen minutes and forget the cute clothes. I enjoy side walk chalk and flying kites. I shower when I feel like it. Parks are my idea of fun. Bike rides on a Sunday are A-okay. Thanksgiving is the greatest holiday known to man. Eating peanut butter M&M's are the love of my life. I would someday, like to meet an Amazing RM, fall in love, get married in the temple, have a family, and own a Jeep. I go on runs in shorts and t-shirts when it's snowing, I find it therapeutic. Others call my crazy. Once I tried to drink two bottles of water a day, I thought I would die on the toilet, seeing as that is where I spent half my time. When I get letters in the mail, I can guarantee you I will do a happy dance. I love to read. Books will never leave me. Miracles happen daily. My life ain't perfect, but it's mine.

Absence.

Have you ever been with someone for a period of time, 
then when they leave you feel like everything they just said was meaningless? 
No point at all? 
Do you ever read a note or comment from a friend and feel like it wasn't sincere?
They were just trying to fill in the gaps of a broken friendship?
Just, Empty Words?


It's not worth it. 
Aren't we supposed to live life to our fullest potential?
Why does this happen anyway?
I don't understand. 
But I'm trying.
And now,
I'm over analyzing those Empty Words you just said to me. 


Thanks Sparky. 
Cya.
Leave a message after the beep. *Beep*...

That's high on the list.

   This weekend I came home to an empty house. I didn't mind, I was warned before hand as to which door to go through and which car to use. After about 26 minutes of being home, okay it could have been 27 for all I know, I got into my car and left. Big quiet houses aren't my specialty. 
   
   No big deal, I just drove to a parking lot to watch him play basketball. Being a half hour early is a little much, but I brought a book. My constant companion, well.. one of them. The time came, he drove up. I got out to switch into my shoes (I was wearing slippers of course), he walked over and gave me a hug. 


   He played, I watched. It was intense. Those facial expressions made me laugh so hard. I smiled lots. We talked. After the game, he took a shower, I talked to his amazing Aunt and Uncle. He opened my door, I got in. We drove, no destination in mind. Finally I decided on a movie. He was glad I chose. 


   Two hours later. Hand in hand. We left and skipped to the car. He put the car in park, I jabbed his side. We talked, it was nice. I Loved it. Man, I sure do have a big thing for that one. He opened my door, and we talked a little more. Big, long hug. Kiss on the cheek. 

   I was upset for a minute (minute, meaning 15 hours). After thinking about it constantly a thought popped into my head (Thanks to the big man up top). He leaves soon. This is what's best. Love the way you can.


   He Respects Me. I Respect Him.

re·spect

Esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person,a personal quality or ability, or something considered as amanifestation of a personal quality or ability: I have great respect for her judgment.

A Hero.

Bet you didn't know I graduated, huh? 

Today while driving back from country swing dancing, I was reminded of an incident. It was summer of 2010, I was loving life, hanging out with friends left and right. One evening a friend called to see if I wanted to get together with her and a few other people. Soon after getting there I felt a little odd, I realized I felt as if I were observing a group date. Yes, that's right, every boy there matched up with a girl in whom they liked at the time. So ther I was.. awkward as can be. 

I had driven my own car just in case I needed to leave early at any time. Unfortunately we had driven to someone else's house to play volleyball after playing card games. I was dragged off in another car to save on gas? I don't know. My friend told me to come with her in their car. So I did. 

Soon after getting to one boys house I went on a walk. My goal? To get lost. I didn't want to be there anymore, I was uncomfortable and didn't want to be around them. I had also found out they were going to be watching a movie later. I shed a tear or 30, and made a phone call.
 Dad was on his way, even though he was going to be Late to racquetball. I was so grateful for that. Ten minutes later, I jumped into the car and was dropped off at my friends house to get the car I had driven. He is my hero. He saved me. I'm so grateful for my dad, he's amazing. I love him so much. 

French Braids

today my hair is in a french braid. so is jerrica's.

i'm wearing a dark grey sweatshirt. jer is also wearing a dark grey sweatshirt.

it's t-shirt tuesday so i'm wearing my institute shirt. jerrica is too.

skinny jeans. both of us.

i'm wearing brown shoes. she's wearing brown shoes.

socks. check.

we are twins.

i love her!

love always,

lauren :)

p.s. jerrica said i could write her blog post.