As you can see by my tumblrs, I don’t really list anything or say anything in the “about me” section. That isn’t because I’m boring, or because I have nothing to say, in fact, I have plenty to say; it’s because I sometimes feel it isn’t necessary for me to say things about myself, the things I like, and who I think I am, because regardless of what I say, you’ll make up your own mind about me in the end of the day.

But, I feel it’s time for whoever reads this, and follows my blogs, to know a little about me. 

I am female, my birthday is September 2, 1993. I was born in El Monte California to Jorge and Cristina Saucedo.I am Colombian, Italian, Spanish, Mexican, and Native American. I’m Christian, yes that means I believe and God, and no I’m not perfect. I’m not much to look at; light brown hair (my natural color is dark brown), ‘s’ shaped natural curls, and brown almond shaped eyes. I’m short and stout, 5’2 height.

Like most people, I didn’t know who I was right away; it took me a long time and for a while I went on a crazy search. That’s when I figured out, you don’t find yourself, you create yourself. You create yourself from your past, your thoughts, ideas, beliefs, hopes, and dreams.

This is who I am today: I tend to lose my cool over little things; but I acknowledge that and I’m working on it. I tend to stress out if something goes wrong or if it doesn’t go ‘my’ way, I’m really blunt and don’t have a great way of saying things  (I’m also working on that), I can be funny and I can be really lame, I’m outgoing, I talk to people I don’t know, I try to make friends everywhere I go, I try to be friendly with everyone I meet; I talk really fast and I tend to mumble, I also stutter when I’m angry or excited, I write better than I talk, I have terrible handwriting (it’s like a first grade boys handwriting), I have a really raspy voice, sounds like I’m sick; I’ve also been told I sound like a little boy, I like to write, read, cook, sing, watch movies, hang out with friends and have a good time. I’m very selective with my friends, I can count my friends with both hands, I only have two close female friends, not counting my little sister; the rest of my friends are male who I’ve known for a very long time. I like meeting new people and trying new things, but I also like to stick to what I know. I like old movies, silent movies, black and white, musicals, preferably from the 1930’s-1960’s. I don’t know genres, I don’t know styles, whatever I like is whatever I like. I like all kinds of music, I prefer 1920’s through early 1960’s music; I think I have a pretty nice amount of knowledge of the music from back then and the artist that made it famous. I go through little phases of obsessions, I don’t know for how long they last, it usually depends. Not too long ago I was obsessing with the 40’s, that’s all I thought about and I wished with all my heart I could go back in time (still do, just not as bad); now my obsession is New York, now New York is all I think about, all I dream about, and all I talk about. I collect old things, I have a shelve full of old cameras and glasses, I have old comics, old LIFE magazines from the 50’s-60’s, old books, old hats, old clothes, and even some accessories, I have an old french pipe, and old car lighter, and to conclude my collection, I have a whole bookshelf of vinyl records. It doesn’t matter what you do to me, I will always forgive you, but it doesn’t mean I’ll ‘take you back. I stand up for what I think is right even if it doesn’t directly involve or affect me. I don’t like people who talk about things they don’t know about. When I’m having a conversation with someone and I feel like it’s dying off, I start talking about things to spark up an argument or discussion, just for the sake of the conversation; sometimes I’ll say something stupid and pitiful like “I’m ugly, why do you even like me?” along the lines of that to get something going like, “No you’re not blah blah blah” and I’ll milk it until I feel like I’ve really made myself look ridiculous. I also tend to make myself seem more pessimistic than I really am, just for the sake of having some problems someone will be willing to fix even if they aren’t there; in all of my relationships I have made myself seem like the girl with the least self confidence and pessimistic about our whole relationship, I’ve done such thing to see their true emotions; I bug and bug whomever I’m with, with foolish things I pretend really bug me to see how much they put up with, I have done this subconsciously for 6 years; I guess deep down I thought “The guy who never gives up on me is the guy I will be with forever.” and so far, I haven’t found that guy. I’m a hopeless romantic with hopes and dreams that ‘the one’ that will fight for you and never give up on you is going to be in my life one day. I’m just a normal 17 year old girl who wants to find love, change her life and the lives of others, and accomplish her most biggest of dreams;and at the end of the day, I’m a sister, a daughter, and a friend; at the end of the day, I’m just Jocelyn Saucedo.