Can I have a little PEACE ?

As I sat in that house, breathing the same air as the two most gorgeous girls I know, I began to think. Some girls believe that since they are attractive, they are empowered and that they have every right in the world to be better than any other "less beautiful" girl. As I thought the thought over, which I did for extended periods of time, I realized I had the most unusual expression plastered across my face. I had realized I was not one to be classified as "beautiful," "gorgeous," or even at least, "attractive."

As my blue eyes scanned for someones name to pop up on my phone's bright screen that could talk to me out of my final decision, they didn't seem to fall upon anyone who would take any extra notice to help me out. I sent one to my best friend of seven years, a new fellow I had just met, my boyfriend at the moment, and a guy I used to like.

My heart was quick to jump into my throat when my A Rocket to the Moon ringtone blasted from my little Palm Pixi. I read the screen over carefully before pressing my talk button. "Hello?" was the only thing I could mutter, it was replied with a "What in God's name are you talking about? You're GORGEOUS!" Of course, I grinned and the butterflies quickly flew into my stomach. I let some breathing time flow between us before I really got to anything. The time we spent was cut short by a few impatient pleas and after the goodbyes were said, it didn't take long for my phone to give out its tell-tale sign of a text message.

I'll never forget what that boy said to me to make me change my mind, and I am so thankful to him for saving my life. Up until that night, I thought I was ugly, disgusting, and rather unpleasant to be with. He changed my mind and convinced me that any boy would be lucky to have me. I disagree slightly, but I would never tell him my thoughts to his face. It made such an impact on my life. I love him for that.

Now, if you may be wondering why I'm writing this, it's to show you that you're gorgeous. No matter what anyone says. Everyone has something special about them. I promise that you have something to be proud of. Always remember, your beautiful inside and out.


Love Your Body Peace Treaty--
JaiLynn Nelson.

There I am, where are you?

What a question.

Today I was asked why I always talk about love. It seemed to inspire me when I thought of a response. To tell you the truth, I have no idea why I always talk of love. I guess it's because since I am a girl, I tend to think of things what girls would love to hear from any guy.

What I posted today seemed to have upset the poor fellow.

From Facebook, "ily,i love u, and i luv u is not the same thing as I Love You. geez, :/"
Here is the whole conversation:

Douche Bag: we want to know y u always talk about love

4:01pm Me: because, it's a n everyday thought that goes through every girls head

4:02pm Douche Bag: yea tht is y a guy does not stay with the same girl for over 2 months

4:03pm Me: On the contrary, a lot of guys stay with girls. Most of the time, they aren't scared of a commitment.

4:03pm Douche Bag: notice u said most and affaird

4:04pm Me: Most of them yes, not all of them. We still have jackasses and players.

In place of his real name, we will use douche bag. I don't know where he was getting his information, but he was taught wrong. Most of the guys I know would kill for a committed relationship, but they can't find one.

To sum this up, I always talk about love because I am a romantic. I am an optimist. I am an extrovert. Most importantly, I am a girl.

Traveling.

As I lay in my uncle's basement, I've realized getting out of Tennessee was best for me.

I will be out of that retched state for two weeks. One week in St. Louis, Missouri. One week in Waldron, Arkansas. However, no matter how much I'm glad to be on vacation, I will get homesick. I'm going to miss my mom, dad, boyfriend, and especially my friends.

My cousins Amanda and Alex are actually more enjoyable that what I had originally expected. They are really funny, and actually have no problem with making me feel like home. Playing Overlord, Left 4 Dead 2, and Bioshock. I think the insiders we are creating will last for awhile.

My plans for the week happen to be going to the arch, going to see Eclipse, and going out to do a few other oddities.

I'm sorry for the late update, my loves.

I love you,<3
-JaiLynn Anita

Remember Me.

What would you do if I died tomorrow?

Would you cry? Feel remorse? Would guilt of what you said and what you didn't say overcome you?

You never know what may or may not happen in the near future, so don't go everyday thinking everyone and everything in your life is perfect. You never know when something might be yanked from underneath you.

So tell me, what would you do if I died tomorrow?

Above all, I want you to Remember Me. Write to me, leave me roses, and blow kisses at the sun. Because, if I were to die tomorrow, crying isn't what I want. Smile and be happy, find a reason to be, I wouldn't want tears.

All in all, you know what I want you to do--
Remember Me.

Family Fued.

Over the last few days, I've realized that I am nothing without my mom and (step)dad.

My mother has been here for me since day one, there's no one else I would rather have has a mother. She's always there when I need her and always gives me the best advice. No one else could ever compare to her, no matter how hard they tried. Yes, I have a stepmother, but she isn't really my mother. Just some woman my dad married that tries to take the place of my original mother.

Speaking of my stepmother, I'm rarely get along with the woman. I try, believe me, I try. She just doesn't understand that I am older than the other three kids, I don't have to hang out with them and do whatever they please because being almost 16, I don't want to sit around at the zoo or chuck e cheese's. I like malls, movies, pedicures, manicures, shopping, and so on and so forth.

My stepfather, on the other hand, is the complete opposite of my stepmother. Unlike my father, he's been there for everything. Ever since I was eight years old, he's been around for everything. All of my awards ceremonies, my swimming lessons, my eighth grade graduation... everything. My real father doesn't even seem to notice that I get all these awards... ehh.

My real father doesn't seem to notice that he neglects me. Sure he has other kids, but he doesn't understand that I need just as much as they do. I need clothes, I really do. It wouldn't bother him to come up here every once in a while. Not to mention he gets mad when I wanna go see my other family too.

Ugh, it's a never ending game of Family Fued and "JaiLynn's Life" is the topic.

A whole new world...

I have realized today that some people just don't understand what it's like to be in my shoes. They think that just because their parents don't care if they get in trouble, the parents of the other children won't care either. Now, my parents are very strict. If I even have a cop approach me and they have any suspicion that I've done something wrong, I'll get yelled at.

On a brighter note, my day was fairly pleasant. I went to the mall and saved this really cute guy from getting security called on him. Kudos for my southern charm? Other than that, the mall trip was sensational. I love going with my best friends, Christian and John. Everyone thinks I'm dating one of them, but I never would.

Anyway, apparently I am a grammar Nazi. (I used that in the nicer way I was given.) I realized that when people are hating on me, if I correct their grammar, they will get pissed off. No one wants to look like an idiot on the computer, right?

Ah well, sorry for the late post. Goodbyee.

Did Venus blow your mind

Eh, I'm not sure how that song got stuck in my head.

I'm so confused. I don't know if I'd rather be happy or be loved. You know? One guy loves me, like he really does. While the other guy makes me smile and laugh, I'm truly happy when I talk to him. Of course, you're not suppose to leave the one you love for the one you like, but "love" is out of the question. I say I love you, but I really don't. I'm fifteen, loving someone means a commitment. Not that I am scared of one, although I am slightly afraid of one, I can't stand another heart break. If you're someone like me who gets hurt ALL the time, you would get where I am coming from.

Definitions of Love:

Urban Dictionary-
Love - nature's way of tricking people into reproducing.

Dictionary.com-
Love- a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

Wikipedia-
Love- any of a number of emotions related to a sense of strong affection and attachment.

Those three definitions should tell you on how people really view love. Now, there's no age limit on love, despite what people say. "You're too young to be in love." How can anyone tell you how you feel? They can't, so if you're in love, hold it. You never know when it might leave, so make every moment count.

If you're like me and don't really believe in that crap, we should still get our Prince(ss). Right?
Leave me your thoughts,<3

--JaiLynn Anita.

I love you; Je t'aime; Te amo; 我爱你; Ich liebe dich; eu te amo; я тебя люблю