I have a cup of coffee, its name is M-E-L-V-I-N .

Ever drank five cups of coffee in a row?

Dont . . .

it makes you feel high almost, the sugar rush does something to your blood sugar level; it makes you insanely hyper and you cant stop laughing all the time.

So everyday you tell me you love me, (or otherwise,) my mom, exasperated, asks me:

"Jasmine have you been drinkin coffee again!?"

. . .

"No ma, Ive just been talking to Melvin."

Pinky Promise ?

It seems like our relationship is held together by a pinky promise . . .Silly as it may sound, what could possibly be better? A pinky promise represents an innocent playground promise that we used ages ago when we were still poppin wheelies on our ten speed bikes and licking up the melted pop-cicle  juice as it dripped down to our elbows on those long summer days . . .
And what a more pure and innocent way to promise things to each other than with a simple pinky promise?
The way we love each other is completely simple:
i love him , and he loves me.
-no ifs, ands, or buts.
So until the day someone proves that our elementary school style promises are invalid, Melvin, I pinky promise :-)

"i got yo back like a bra stap ;)"

a Picture's worth a billion memories .

I miss playing the piano . .

Dear Melvin ,

I want to grow old together . Die together ..

and I want to write you the prettiest love song ever made ,

i want to somehow make you understand how MUCH I love you .

and I want to go somewhere where nobody can find us -where we can yell as loud as we want and nobody can hear us ,

We have forever . . .

Right ?

i believe ,

I believe in sleeping in
I believe in giving 100% when you only have 80 to give
I believe in love, arguing, and rocking out in the car alone
I believe in kisses in the forehead
I believe in long kisses, smiling till your cheeks hurt, and laughing until you cry
I believe in having someone tell you that you're beautiful
I believe in swinging on swings and running in the rain
I believe in miracles and random acts of kindness
I believe in saying hello to anyone and everyone
I belive in second chances

#ThingsThatGrindMyGears Number 17642781

i hate when people take

 my glasses, put them on, and say,

"OH you really can't see , huh ?" 

well NO DUH !

you don't see people taking someone's wheel chair saying, 

"OH you really can't walk, huh?"

S W A G .

When I wake up in the morning, i have NO idea what im going to wear that day. I pick out my pants first, and then my shirt. These decisions are not related in ANY way. This means i could be wearing a pink zebra print shirt, with black and white checkered patterned skinny jeans, And a big ol blue bow on top.

#swag !

"What A Wonderful World ."

I remember walking hand in hand down a calm street in downtown Cheyenne Wyoming with my two-year-old cousin Michael. He was playing with a small pink bouncy ball that, at one point, slipped through his careful rhythm of letting it fall and it bouncing right back up into his waiting hand. The ball bounced away from his clumsy little fingers and almost fell into the gutter, at which point a much older and wrinkled hand reached for and successfully caught it in a firm grip. Most of my focus had gone to holding Michaels’ other hand to make sure he hadn’t ran after it, so I didn’t even glance at the man who’d caught his ball until he was already reaching to hand it back to Michael. I looked up with a smile to thank the man whose hand was only a foot from the eager little boy next to me. But my “thank you” caught in my throat as I felt a tight tug on my hand. I looked down at Michael to see that he was cowering against my side, a horrified expression on his sweet little face. To see him so scared sent a surge through my heart, and I felt the immediate need to protect him. I looked up at the man who looked embarrassed. “I just want to give him his ball back… Here, little boy, take the ball.” He smiled at Michael who just squeezed me tighter and whispered so low that only I could hear: “No.” That was when the man looked into my eyes, “I don’t understand the problem,” he chuckled. But I did. Something in his eyes told me to run and run fast. I can’t quite explain it, but something about him gave me the chills. I scooped up Michael who gripped my shirt as tight as he could. “Um, you can keep it,” I stammered to the man, as I quickly looked both ways, and crossed the street as fast as I could. It was a miracle that this happened so closely to a crosswalk. “Wait!” The man called. I got out my cell phone and motioned to him that I was calling for help. This strange, scared expression crossed his face and he immediately dropped the ball and shoved his hands in his pocket as he put his head down and walked quickly in the direction he came from. I sighed in relief and put Michael down as I crouched to his level. I smiled at him, “Its okay, love. We can go back and get your ball now,” He tried to smile back but looked around anxiously. “I don’t want it anymore…” He said, “Lets just go to the park.”

                
Later that night after I told Michaels’ dad, my Uncle Mike, about what happened on the walk to the park, he asked me what the man looked like. “He had pale blue eyes… And he was wearing this weird coat -it was an odd shade of green…” Mike looked thoughtful, “Oh! George? Did he have a large bald spot and a aweird birth mark on his neck?” After thinking about it I said, “Yes he did… You know him?” Mike laughed, “Yes I know him! That’s our neighbor, about five houses down. We’ve been fishing together… He’s really a nice guy! I cant imagine what would have scared ya’ll that way…” I was shocked. The man was anything but nice… I didn’t understand how Mike couldn’t see what we saw. 

Most people have turned to a higher power  to explain things like this ... Things like intuition, body language, etc. And it may indeed be that it comes from some natural instinct inside of us ... some unexplainable things that ties us together with all the plants and animals and other small things we often think too little of
-the world is such a beautiful place.

Quote of the Day:

"being s t r o n g is doing something you dont want to do ,
just because you know you have to do it ."

-My Mom

I See In Black & White .

Sometimes I feel like this piece of cake:

all happy and colorful ... like a perfect mixture of everything,

...

But then sometimes I Feel like this . . .

like just a couple of halves .

Not black ..

Not white

Not Hispanic

Not Panamanian

Not German

Not Spanish ..

N o t h i n g  .

This is Me:

 

No, THIS is me ...

Im as happy as I look ^_^

"... And Can I Hit It In The Mornin ... ?"

. . .

and in the Truck ...? ヅ 

Knowledge Is Power .

I learned how to sing my ABCs at the age of one and a half. I started reading when I was four, and Ive never stopped.

I cant wait for Christmas ;-)

 

"I know it's christmas eve,
I f*** you under tha tree.
Legs in the air 

that's yo gift from me"

-Tyga

❤

One of my favorite quotes ..

A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,

He said...no.
She asked him if he would want to be with her forever...

and he said no.
... She then asked him if she were to leave, would he cry, 

and once again he replied with a no.
She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said...

You're not pretty 

you're beautiful.
I don't want to be with you forever, 

I NEED to be with you forever.
And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...

I'd die.

Rules For My Unborn Son .

334. Hold doors, pull out chairs, and easy on the swears.

335. If you're good at something, never do it for free.

328. Write down your dreams.
 
321. When it comes to opening presents, no one likes a good guesser.

318. Don't gloat. A good friend will do it for you.
 
317. Don't tip the owner. A handshake will do.
 
316. Don't stare directly into a dog's eyes.

290. Order dessert.

281. You aren't done raking until you've played in the leaf pile.

268. Watch your language at the ballgame.

187. Smile at pretty girls.

186. Have a favorite song. It doesn't have to be hip. (the best ones never are.)

146. Wear cowboy boots.

291. Hit first and hit hard.