tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82295981943326542712024-03-14T02:57:26.596-07:00janelephantThe (almost) 365 days of janelUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger207125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229598194332654271.post-51838091482101382112013-03-06T08:56:00.000-08:002013-03-06T08:56:03.283-08:00SOTD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Demi Lovato's Heart Attack.<br />
Consider that a guilty pleasure.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229598194332654271.post-35289740934807439812013-02-01T22:46:00.002-08:002013-02-01T22:46:49.409-08:00Quite honestly at this very moment, out of curiosity I did some reflecting and imagining of what my life could've been and this was my reaction.<br />
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1/4/2013:Walking around SDSU doing deliveries. </div>
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1/5/2013: Charging a Sonic Screwdriver wiimote</div>
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1/7/2013: Picking Michelle up from the airport </div>
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1/8/2013: I organized the teabags in my desk</div>
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1/9/2013 A drawing that my co-worker Patricia made of me</div>
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1/10/2013: Crows over the parking lot. Scary, serene, but more scary.</div>
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1/11/2013: Keriann as she opens her XMAS and Birthday presents.</div>
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1/12/2013: True North with Michelle. Liquid Cocaine shots because as payback since she gets that for everybody else's birthday.</div>
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Birthday Boy, my camera is blurry but he got a birthday cake.</div>
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1/17/2013: Outside Grossmont Shopping Plaza for Restaurant Week and date night with my boyfriend.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monday, January 7, 2013: Picking up Michelle from the San Diego International Airport after her trip to AK.</td></tr>
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<li>Realized that one of my good friends is actually 27, several years than what I thought what he really was. I'm a terrible friend. Anywho that lead to figuring out what everybody in the office was and I became quite surprised of the real ages of my co-workers. </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">January 1, 2013: Jon came over on New Years Day and helped me study for my GRE later this month</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">January 2, 2013: Brought my brother, sister, and Dad to the SDSU vs. CSU Bakersfield game. Michelle decided to take the photo 394539485702345702384x times. This is me after so many takes.</td></tr>
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Snapshot Day 3</h3>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">January 3, 2013: Point Loma Skyline from the hills of the University of San Diego (USD). Some views are simply breathtaking.</td></tr>
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<li>Took Michelle, Scott, and my Dad to the SDSU vs. CSU Bakersfield game last night.We all had a good time. The benches hurt my butt and I do prefer chairbacks to the benches but we won 72-57 so that's okay. Got some Mexican food for my Mom and that's...pretty much it. Oh and parked in the Faculty Staff Lot :)</li>
<li>Went to see Regine at Lestats on Park before she headed back to L.A. Talked a bit more about the interview process for Teach for America and how it will be while in the program. She also got me a purse for XMAS :) </li>
<li>Took a GRE Sample Class at USD. Got the essential lowdown of how the test would be like along with study tips. Feeling a bit better and will probably do some math problems after I'm done blogging. TFA or GRE. oh dear.</li>
<li>Started a Happiness Box. It's intentionally supposed to be a jar, but i don't have one so I'm using the box from last years White Elephant from Montezuma. The idea is that you write whatever made you happy and put it in the box. Then you look at it at the end of the year and reflect on the good things that happened. This essentially sounds like a good idea because with all of the stresses that will be coming this year; GRE, applying for Grad Schools, CSETS, applying for TFA, not knowing where I'll be or what I'm doing by July, and not to mention KAMP activities in between all of that. It sounds nice to know that in between all of those hair pulling tasks there are highlights and I feel that I should remember all of those. Especially reflecting on last year, since apparently event wise it feels like there are more downsides to plus sides. </li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229598194332654271.post-11895521316557944262012-12-31T22:17:00.002-08:002012-12-31T22:17:35.155-08:00The REAL 366: Reflecting on 2012<br />
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<li>Well 2012...you were just a clusterfuck werent cha. I spent the majority of this year...busy. I've been taking a break from school...kinda...not really...well I'm not taking a full load. Now I'm getting ready for the next stage of my life. Grad School or something else. I guess I suffered my first post grad disappointment by not getting accepted into going into Korea. It was such a headache and it sucked to learn that it wasn't going to happen for me. I'll try another time, maybe after I get my Masters.</li>
<li>I graduated from COLLEGE! The most underwhelming achievement ever. I worked my ass off, taking summer courses every summer even before college even started! Now here I am with a Bachelors that doesn't really amount to much unless I get a Masters. At least I'm working at a Publishing Company because it's remotely close to what I studied. Now college seems so far off to me now. It seems that the long nights in the library studying and not making friends really seem far off but with the residual effects of a socially awkward person. </li>
<li>WORKING and somehow in some way maintaining three jobs at the very same time. Also realizing that my time with Montezuma is now drawing to a close. </li>
<li>FITNESS! Learning about my new dietary concerns and my relationship with fitness that is completely on and off. </li>
<li>I dont know if I'll do another 366 Blog but I just might do a 366 Photo Blog. Or attempt. and do better math at the same time :)</li>
<li>Maybe the Mayans were right about that December 21st marking a new beginning because there has been so many changes going on in not only mine, but my loved ones lives. I'm going to attempt a new adventure that I'm uncomfortable with not to mention working more at Qualcomm Stadium for the Ticket Office. Jon and Rahmaan are graduating. Jon for his Masters and Rahmaan for is BA. Michelle is working on her Masters and some of my other friends are starting new jobs. </li>
<li>2013 Resolutions?</li>
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<li>FOCUS MORE ON SKINCARE AND HYGIENE OVER COSMETICS</li>
<li>Save for Graduate School.</li>
<li>Okay, you're eating healthier, now get into the habit of working out and incorporating at least 30 minutes of activity.</li>
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There is a reason kids to not fall behind in school. Oh really just sweep yourself into every other responsibility in life except for school. So I've been spending this past week catching up with almost eight chapters of readings that I either didn't finish reading or didn't read at all for my first cumulative exam. As an English Grad, there has never really been a cumulative exam. Oy with the poodles already.<br />
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<b>1. Pitbull ft. Neyo - Tonight</b><br />
I dont think this came out in 2012 but I have been hearing it a lot in the past couple of months.<br />
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<b>3. One Direction - What Makes You Beautiful</b><br />
My old coworker Robyn and I always said that when we first heard this song, we thought "Awwww!" But we are in no way One Directioners esp since I don't even know their names. I just go by hairstyle, esp with my students, "Which one has the messy swoopy haircut?" and then all I hear is squeals and a babel of names. Still don't know the name of the kid with the swoopy haircut.<br />
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<b>4. Carly Ray Jepsen - Call Me Maybe</b><br />
The first 50 times it played, I loved it. The last 1234987934857309845 times, not so much. But it was just that dorky cute I couldn't help but like it.<br />
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<b>5. Taylor Swift - I Knew You Were Trouble</b><br />
After hearing "We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together" oh, 1394873495872348 times hearing this one was kinda refreshing with the beat. Especially with the beat, I had to really think about the fact that the person singing was in fact Taylor Swift.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229598194332654271.post-79248101720363347832012-12-04T01:14:00.003-08:002012-12-04T01:14:48.722-08:00Rant of Why I Don't Study at home<br />
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<li>People ALWAYS come in and out of my room. While this problem could be remedied by simply locking you all out, forbidding you from coming in, there is just one thing, I SHARE THE ROOM. Therefore, there will never ever be enough time or availability for privacy when someone needs that room as well. </li>
<li>Since you tend to use the phone for six hours at the top of your lungs so that the entire San Diego can hear you, or you get into an argument that requires your voice raised so that the neighborhood can hear you, could you keep it down for the equivalent time that I study? I tend to study hard...like six hours?</li>
<li>NO COFFEE! No excuses, you threw away my $80 coffee maker that I received for a present. There isn't a replacement, you never purchased one as you promised, so I will remain going to Starbucks since there isn't a machine here that i can use. </li>
<li>More work is done outside than not leaving the house. Especially in an objective environment like a library.</li>
<li>The library is 24/7!</li>
<li>My grades got better after I started going to do work outside. </li>
<li>You can't do work in a place associate with eating, sleep, or relaxation.</li>
<li>l end up searching for food in the kitchen, relax while doing work in the living room, or sleep in the bedroom. </li>
<li>It never worked and never will.</li>
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Thanksgiving was okay. Spent most of it sleeping and succumbing to my tryptophan. Did some hours at the Bakery with Lily. Coming to love the Sisig, especially since when I first had it, it was super lemon-y. I'm kind of regretting posting this especially since there is nothing of substance to post. I'm just imposing nothing to the world with this. I worked, I cleaned the house, and later I'm having dinner with Rahmaan since he didn't get to come with my sister and I to the Charger game at True North.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229598194332654271.post-10731293185396865042012-11-21T02:10:00.001-08:002012-11-21T02:10:30.630-08:00Clashing Hours<br />
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<li>I knew that it would be a matter of time before hours at the ticket off would interfere with hours at Montezuma. Had to work it out and so that leaves thursday/friday afternoons open for the bakery. Then all of January, no ticket office until my hours or my situation is figured out. </li>
<li>it's unfortunate that i'll have to drop something. I really will need to. ;(</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229598194332654271.post-59319991790117651912012-11-19T00:50:00.000-08:002012-11-19T00:50:30.133-08:00Unexpected News and Yet More News<br />
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<li>Since somewhere down the line I extremely miscounted, I'll just stop counting. But this post will still be labelled under my 366 posts. </li>
<li>I learned that a little over a week ago, my long time neighbor Charles had passed away. He has lived near me for all of my life. A little over ten years ago, he started spending time with his girlfriend who lived in El Cajon, but within the past month I had learned that his children were trying to force him into a retirement home. This is where the differences of our cultural upbringings got the best of me and I wondered how could people do that to their own father. They even gave Charles housekeeper and wife two weeks to get out of the house and find work elsewhere. It has really been quite a shock, but the humdinger of it all is that his children had had him cremated without anybody knowing anything. Although Charles and I were only on salutations basis, he is someone that I had come to respect in my neighborhood. I thought he was exceptional that at his age he had a girlfriend that he went dancing with. I'll miss Julio, Conception, and their dog Lily. Julio has helped around our house and fixed things when he needed help. He even checked out my car and said that my battery's alternator needed to be replaced. I'll miss hearing Conception's voice when you know that Julio had gon fucked up. These are just changes in life that I have no choice but to watch unravel before my eyes and through the gossip. RIP Charles. </li>
<li>I am now working three jobs. How did that happen? But either way I need to figure out a way to balance it all and cut out what isn't necessary. I know which one I'll eventually have to phase out, but I'll have to cut some things out of my life. </li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229598194332654271.post-30257344956651570732012-11-18T22:34:00.002-08:002012-11-18T23:40:13.165-08:00340Wait what? 340? Does that mean that there is only 26 days left in the year? then I've definitely miscounted. Somewhere down the line, I've absolutely miscounted. I apologize.<br />
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Jam of the Day. Maybe it's because of my extreme sensitivity and moodiness but I heard this song the other day, and I felt the need to sympathetically awe. Then again, if any of my friends are still disappointed about Jessica Sanchez losing to him, either way, the song is utterly sweet.<br />
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<b>Phillip Phillips - Home</b><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229598194332654271.post-79012606418483689542012-11-12T17:04:00.000-08:002012-11-18T23:40:41.315-08:00334: Veterans Day Observed<br />
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<li>This past weekend has been a bit stressful and cold. Saturday and Sunday marked the end of two events that have been stressful for me at work; the last Football home game and the Battle On the Midway basketball game. Whew! Work has just been so stressful because of it and I'm glad that they're over. Brought home my Dad a veterans hat from the Air Force game as well.</li>
<li>Sunday I spent at Balboa Park for the Save A Life Walk. Michelle and I made shirts that had inside jokes that we had with David. Mine wasn't so much a inside joke, it's just a comment that he made when he saw a video clip of me at IMATS wearing a fedora. </li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229598194332654271.post-85993447720534418592012-11-09T19:29:00.000-08:002012-11-18T23:40:13.177-08:00331: Life Recap<br />
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<li>Jon and I went to LA last weekend to visit Regine and Brandon. It was my first time going to LA without any family members with me. I was able to notice differences between the LA and SD. For example: the driving. I've heard a lot about the traffic on the highways of LA, but I didn't know how different the streets would be. Jon had to make some risky turns in order to beat the light, but if he had been careful we would've had to wait another round of lights. Also, I noticed the lack of bike lanes on the side of the street. Here in SD when people are parallel parked, people there is extra space on the streets or the bike lane that people park in. But in LA, the right lane of a street will be apart of the parking and sometimes you'll need to merge in with the left lane to pass over. </li>
<li>We went thrift shopping in La Brea Ave and Santa Monica and I was able to find some affordable items. The selection is definitely better than San Diego. </li>
<li>Saw the Korean Consulate for reference in the case that I'll need to go back to LA if I get the visa part of my application. </li>
<li>the day after LA I almost had a heart attack when I got a notification that I was low on my account. I knew I didn't spend all of my money in LA but it turned out that the FBI was finally processing my paperwork. :CROSS FINGERS: so that will go through and not be stressful. </li>
<li>This week was mostly dedicated to work. Work has been a little stressful lately since we were dealing with the Battle on the Midway, it's rescheduling due to the rain today as we as people requesting refunds for their dissatisfaction with their tickets for the Wooden Classic tickets in the Honda Center. Oy. </li>
<li>Right now I'm sitting in Starbucks trying to catch up with life. In life, I mean the beauty blog, this blog, KAMP, and other responsibilities. </li>
<li>Speaking of the beauty blog. I changed the name to <a href="http://abusygalsbeautyblog.wordpress.com/">abusygalsbeautyblog.wordpress.com</a></li>
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As I may have stated before, Montezuma decided that this year we were going to be <i>The Wizard of Oz </i>for Halloween. I'm still waiting to see if we're going to win for group costume since the office is still bitter about losing to Toxic Crayons last year and ruining our streak. </div>
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I'm the one all the way on the right. Kevin was the one all the way on the left and Haley was the one in the middle. I was kinda gangstered out with the high socks. I ended up also saving a lot of money since I was just using Jon's shirt and I used my all black Reeboks and my old Field Hockey socks.</div>
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Since I was doing some of the office's makeup, Robyn asked me if I could give her some wrinkles since she was <b>Auntie Em</b>.</div>
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Lia as the <b>Wicked Witch of the West</b></div>
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Sara as the <b>"Cowardly" Lion</b>. I just used her brown eyeliner to fill in her nose, give her dots for whiskers and her liquid eyeliner for her cat eye.</div>
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That is just going to be the 2/3 costumes that I will be wearing this yea - last Saturday I was a Sugar Skull. All that is left is my River Song DIY costume with Jon as the 11th Doctor. :)<br />
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I initially was trying for this outfit but for some reason a white peacoat that could pass for this sweater was not going to be in stores around the Fall :(</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">So here's the sitch, you're sitting on the floor of the RBR typing this letter when you're supposed to be doing everything else BUT this. You are tired; you fell asleep last night at Lestat's as Jon managed to be productive and smash seven pages into his final paper. The future is quickly approaching you, a little less than five months until graduation and </span><span style="background-color: white;">you are broke as a mother. [</span><span style="background-color: yellow;">*still am]</span><span style="background-color: white;"> Christmas all of a sudden became very expensive and you're trying to scrap here and there for Scott's Marvel Civil War and Michelle's bag of goodies. In the future, if you ever became bitter about the amount this present cost, just remember she buys you tons of things. Even though you never ask for it (i.e. Urban Decay Book of Shadows 3 and the Too Faced Natural Eye Palette) so purchasing these products for her are stretching out you wallet with "hypothetical" dollars in it. </span><span style="background-color: yellow;">(*i think i'm still paying myself back with that xmas.) </span><span style="background-color: white;">Romanticism is really on your bad side. I mean really. Surprisingly it's the only class you have an A in atm and PLEASE tell me that you pass with at least a C. (If so, please take a shot of whatever because right now you're trying to spew out the sublime that you don't even believe is there.) </span><span style="background-color: yellow;">[*...THEN HERES TO ME TONIGHT!!!] </span><span style="background-color: white;">Please let me know you graduated okay and at the date that this is sent you're/you've: finished your last graduating units, you've submitted your last application to teach abroad, you've taken at least ONE GRE exam (oh yeah Janel, past Janel knows you're supposed to take it then and you're probably lazy to study those cards that Jon let you borrow way back in May...oh yeah I remember). </span><span style="background-color: yellow;">[*damn kinda got called out by my past self, but even though I don't plan on taking the GREs anymore, I do have to get on the CSET grind for my teaching credential]</span><span style="background-color: white;"> Also, with the date that this will arrive it should be your 22nd birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROAD! What are you doing this year? Laying around scratching your butt? </span><span style="background-color: yellow;">[*...yes]</span><span style="background-color: white;"> Since Vegas happened, your 22nd birthday is drawing blanks. Are you attending dinner with your friends because they HAVE to see you for your birthday? Quiet dinner with Jon? </span><span style="background-color: yellow;">[*Damn, I had some foresight into my future back then]</span><span style="background-color: white;"> How is Jon? You two are still together right? He should be in his second year of Graduate school. Hopefully he isn't punching pillows anymore because he's behind on readings. Does he know that aside from practically missing a cheerleading outfit, you're trying to be a support that doesn't teeter, that even though you may not know what it is like to be in Graduate School since (well at this point in your life) you're planning on letting Graduate School wait, you're just trying to simply, be there. Be there for when he throws down his exponentially increasing book bag on the table, lazily shuffle his books about, drop down in the chair next to you and say, "I'm tired." You're just trying to be there. Speaking of which, how did his Symposium back in March go? </span><span style="background-color: yellow;">[*he had one hell of a time.] </span><span style="background-color: white;">He was really sad not to go to Thailand back in November, but hopefully he kicked it's butt so hard. Sometimes I wonder if he thinks of Thailand like a mistress. His heart belongs elsewhere, the humid heat and death defying streets of Thailand. Yes, I knew you would chuckle there. Last night I gave him a Thai Phrase Book with an audio cd that he can listen to on his iphone. In the back of your mind you're thinking of the kiss he gave you after he saw the Thai Language book and cd.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">The reason you're writing this letter is to show that while you have been procrastinating for the last mmm hour, it was worth it. That in the end, the fact that right now, no amount of concealer and makeup can hide your heavy bag, dark circles, and sleep deprived eyes. Okay lets face it, you looked like shit today. Anywho, you're fine. Being now, 22 you're moving on with a life you have absolutely no clue will turn out. Will you be at Montezuma? Will you participate in a credential program, you just don't know. It's freaking scary to think that you've probably procrastinated on several applications to Korea. </span><span style="background-color: yellow;">[*called out AGAIN] </span><span style="background-color: white;">(You applied to Korea right, the plan was Korea, Japan, Italy, and Thailand). Sure it's scary, I don't know if you circled six months or a year but heck, you'll be away from your family, Michelle and Scott especially, and Jon...and Reese Peanut Butter Cups...and Five Rolled Tacos</span><span style="background-color: yellow;"> [*I humor myself despite the seriousness that line just had].</span><span style="background-color: white;">..and In & Out Burgers. You get the point, you're not sure at all with how going to Korea and them will turn out. But just think about the experience you will have and what you will bring to the table when you start the credential program.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">So Janel, I will leave with you this. I'm unsure of how the future will go. I'm uncertain how tomorrow will go. But don't lose hope. Stay Strong and believe in yourself. Yes, you're quoting the same things that Jon tells you everyday when you get lazy and haphazardly do things. I'm sure Lola, Grandpa, David, and everyone you miss are smiling above knowing that you've completed such an achievement and am moving onto something even greater than yourself. </span><span style="background-color: yellow;">[*cue the motherfuckin fetal position crying]</span></div>
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With Love,<br />
Janel Bruan, age 21<br />
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I think I'll write myself another one if Korea goes through, or maybe if I am taking the credential program.<br />
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Dear Past Janel,<br />
Thank you for that letter. At this point of my life, half of the concerns that you made are still an inevitable reality for me. Honestly, I apologize that you probably had an idea that in a year you would have a better grip on things. You don't. You're still fighting for money and you still haven't chosen Korea or the Credential program. You've submitted a FBI Background Check, but you're waiting for the results to arrive so you can start doing the other stressful half of the application process. In the case that Korea doesn't work out, you're thinking of USD as a viable option for the Credential Program and Masters at the same time. You actually went to their School of Leadership and Education Studies (SOLES) Open House last Saturday. Honestly, you're keeping both like a selfish bitch. Right now, you know that the time is coming where you'll have to leave Montezuma. You no longer feel you're needed there, not as an isolated incident, but I guess as fate has it, it's time. Jon is about to finish up the last courses he'll need to take for Grad School. Next semester is going to be dedicated to working and finishing his dissertation. Tonight for my birthday, we're going to have dinner that I've requested to plan as to where we're going to eat. Afterward, I've invited KAMP to come along to El Dorado for drinks and dancing. I am accepting the fact that I just may not remember it...at all.<br />
Well...that's all. I'll see you in another year. I think I just might e-mail my 23 year old self.<br />
kBAI!<br />
Janel Bruan, a newly turned 22-year old.</div>
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<li>Smashing Pumpkin's <i>Landslide</i></li>
<li>Dashboard Confessional <i>This Ruined Puzzle</i></li>
<li>The Cure <i>Pictures of You</i></li>
<li>Dashboard Confessional <i>So Long, So Long</i></li>
<li>The Wreckers <i>Cigarettes</i></li>
<li>Daphne Loves Derby's <i>Midnight Highway</i></li>
<li>Stevie B. <i>When I Dream About You</i></li>
<li>Dashboard Confessional <i>The Good Fight</i></li>
<li>Alexz Johnson <i>2A.M </i>(from Instant Star)</li>
<li>Frank Sinatra <i>Wee Small Hours (of the morning)</i></li>
<li>Ryan Cabrera <i>Photo</i></li>
<li>Dashboard Confessional <i>So Impossible</i></li>
<li>Dashboard Confessional <i>Dusk and Summer</i></li>
<li>The Cure <i>Just Like Heaven</i></li>
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Recently watched: <i>The Perks of Being A Wallflower</i></div>
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Ellie and I watched <i>The Perks of Being A Wallflower</i> earlier and I'm having total revertigo. I loved how Stephen Chbosky wrote, produced, and directed the film so the movie was made within his vision as he wrote the story, or maybe to the best of his vision. Nevertheless, the film gave the novel justice and I found myself squealing as I found chapters of the book being represented in front of me. Some stuff was taken out that I didn't mind, such as Charlie's inner thoughts on reading JD Salinger's <i>Catcher in the Rye</i>. But I felt like while somethings weren't as I imagined it, but maybe the author did and I accepted it. If I haven't completely come direct with my feelings, I loved it.<br />
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What I loved the most about is this feeling within my chest that makes me feel like the first did when reading the book. The isolation of loneliness within a high school/middle school setting and the starvation of human interaction in the form of friendship that consolidates belonging. I think a lot of people like to think of themselves as a Wallflower, like Charlie, I think the main character represents the awkwardness of transitioning to a new stage of life and the feelings we get. As an audience, we relate. Maybe not to his extent, but some of it. In the movie, Charlie was depicted sitting alone at a table and even I remember doing that at a time where I felt as if those I had believed to be my real friends had abandoned me for a silly rumor that proved no stance. But those are bygones. Seeing Charlie reminded me of that, and picking up the<i> </i>Chbosky's book <i>The Perks of Being a Wallflower </i>was especially of comfort when my friend Regine felt that I needed to read it after a big break-up with my boyfriend of the time. The confusion Charlie had felt when the friends that he had made refused to see him for an indefinite time and not knowing what to do with himself. Reflecting back, it gave me comfort in that stage of my life.<br />
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I guess what I am saying is that during that time in my life, <i>Perks of Being A Wallflower </i>was an iconic book that sought me through the turbulations of adolescence. Seeing that film adaptation brought me back there and it's bittersweet. I think I'm looking on with it in fondness because this book and film was really good.<br />
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"...And in that moment, I swear we were infinite." -Page 42</h3>
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<li style="text-align: left;">Cooked my MC and Cheee for what seems liket he fourth time in two months.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Details for my birthday are coming together. Breakfast with Jon before teaching at Mr. Carmel, Dinner with Ellie on Monday, Lunch with Keriann on Thursday, and possibly Felix...sometime this week. As well as dinner with my friends on Friday. </li>
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<b>JAM OF THE DAY - <i>Sister Hazel's All For You</i></b></h3>
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<li>HEALTH 190 is OVER! this class was a bit of a pain since I had to read four chapters in two weeks. I have to be honest, I was a little resistant while taking this class just because she didn't accept half of my work AND i already got my degree. </li>
<li>Birthday is next week and my friends are taking up my week. Monday = Jon for Breakfast, Ellie for Dinner; Tuesday = Louie for Yogurt, Wednesday = Birthday Dinner with Jon, Thursday = Keriann for shopping and possibly Felix for Dinner, and Friday = Dinner with the Michelle, Scott, and some friends. </li>
<li>Volunteered to assist with Programming for the KAMP Gala. Feeling a little extra tired. </li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8229598194332654271.post-53829846642045460712012-10-08T18:06:00.000-07:002012-11-18T23:35:51.045-08:00HAPPY 300!!!<br />
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<li>Wow that just means that 66 more days until the end of the year and that really puts things into perspective here. My birthday is coming up in less than two weeks, Abbey may have puppies in seven weeks and I need to get started on XMas shopping PRONTO. Hopefully this time, Xmas won't be a big pain in my ass this year and hopefully I budgeted more than enough since my friends are expensive. </li>
<li>Went to Huli's Mom's house yesterday for her Grandparent's prayer. It was the first time I saw her since David's memorial and it was nice seeing her again despite us being both so tired and me having to indulge in wine. DIONYSIS!!!</li>
<li>After the prayer I dropped by Jon's Uncle's house since it was his Mom's birthday. I saw her at FilAmFest and it was another drop by. Couldn't stay too long and I was home by 11PM. </li>
<li>HEALTH 190 is almost over and I'm kinda whatever with the grade I get. I didn't really like how I would post stuff and not get credit. I did my time, why am I still taking classes? GRR!!! Well if I end up taking classes in the Spring, I hope they're Child Development. </li>
<li>Currently doing stuff for myself at Starbucks and waiting for Jon to get out of the FilAmFest debrief meeting down here. :) Let's get some work done shall we. :)</li>
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<li>FilAmFest. Taught some people how to write in Baybayin and wrote our name on a board. Had a comment about how I can't speak tagalog but I can write the script. Yeah, funny ain't it. But not knowing the language of my heritage doesn't make me less so. Shows how much of division there is within a culture when a group doesn't accept one for inability to do one thing. Not all American-born Italian's know Italian and neither do those of French or possibly those with a Native American background. </li>
<li>Saw Jon's parents. His Mom always waves so enthusiastically at me. </li>
<li>Work. Meh.</li>
<li>Gas is up to 4.65 avg but I saw as high as 4.85. My poor soul. I don't think I'll have enough gas for the week. :/ Paycheck come soon. kthx</li>
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