214: Last week sucked by here's the low down.

• Alright, I know I've been lagging on the posts lately and I apologize. Last week wasn't really going for me. The application to do Fall at Mesa was giving me a pain in the ass. It was sorted out and I don't have to register until next Monday. My prospective schedule now is Health for Teachers, Journal/Media Reporting, History through Asian American Perspective, and World Literature. I had to throw myself back into books somehow and it was the only one that suited my schedule and fancy. I see that I'll be here at SDSU a lot since I kinda loathe the facilities of Mesa. I hated it there two years ago, I kinda still do and really want to minimize the amount of times I go there per week. So twice isn't that bad. 
• Since my last post indirectly was a memorium for David's one year. It was his one year. Another part of my shitty week was the direct insensitivity my Mom had towards my sister. There's no really nice way to say it. If I see this many years in the future, this is the honest truth towards those events. It's common knowledge that she lacks sensitivity towards anything and really something is a joke she takes it too seriously and we get yelled at for her lack of awareness. i.e when we mess around she says that San Diego can hear us. -__/) Anywho, with this past year my Mom hasn't failed to say something that knocks Michelle off edge when it comes to David. On Christmas Day she said that it looked like Abbey was waiting for David to come home, thus spiraling her into tears. Hypersensitivity doesn't have to be like Quantum Physics. So I tried to tell her that with his one year, don't say anything that will make Michelle upset. What does she do? Calls her right after I told her to be aware of what she says and yells at Michelle due to a ongoing fight about her phone. I will get into that another day but in short our Mom doesn't want a phone but she has one and doesn't answer it. Michelle called crying. Seriously, what did I just say!? Ugh. So for David's anniversary, Michelle and I planned to make a day that was all about her. Instead of sulking we go out. The original plan was to go to a day spa and makeup shopping. Within the last week it turned into Camera Ready Cosmetics, Panera Bread for lunch, Target to buy necessitates like Q-tips. We then went home to pick up Abbey and play with our goodies from Camera Ready Cosmetics, I bought a Z-Palette for myself and for Michelle and a Brush cleaner. We then went to the Dog park in El Cajon for the Shiba Meet up where we met other Shibas like Abbey hoping to find her a mate. It didn't go so well since Abbey is socially dog awkward and kept to myself and Michelle. Plus, the boy dogs humped other boy dogs or they were neutered. The day ended with salads for myself and Michelle at apparently now called O's American Kitchen previously known as Pat & Oscars or Oscars. It'll be Oscars to me. Wait...I lied...Michelle saw a Joanns Fabrics and we stopped by to see if they had Mason jars since Michelle wanted to make a lantern. That's where we ended the night.
• BTW: Michelle has been on this crafty kick and I've been cooking a lot. We're sort of domestic now. 
• Spent this past Monday with Jon. Service Engine light turned on in Mira Mesa and luckily I made it home amongst traffic. It's being towed to Autoport Saturday morning.
• Hung out with Nicole, Louie, and Melissa played our makeshift Scattergories, Pesoy Dos, and talked about future graduation plans for themselves and post grad plans for myself. Also, Nicole invited me to their writing group. I've been doing poetry lately, but it doesn't hurt getting back into the fiction game.

Well that's the jist. Hopefully I'll post tomorrow :)

Why Eve?

Well, the concept of Eve first started...I believe my Junior Year of High School. It's petty really, I just wanted a new alias since the coolness of my original, Roxy Marshall was fading on me. I always thought the word 'eve' was an interesting concept. We celebrate an event the day before the date itself i.e. New Years Eve and Christmas Eve. So I looked up the word and it said "the period of time before an event". As an alias, that name would be ambiguous. But as somebody who bemuses over story arc's, heroes journey and writing in general, everything was an eve of my pieces. Now I don't know if I'm completely making sense here, but I'm one of those harsh self-critics. Think of Cary Grant's character, Nickie Ferrante, in the movie "An Affair To Remember", he's a great artist but he throws away more than what he actually produces. I believe that I'm pretty similar. When life's responsibilities are pushed aside and I have that piece of paper in front of me (because I'm old school like that), I'll throw my whole mind into that piece. Scratching the paper so hard, my table wears battle scars of my furious pen marks. Hair tussled, sleep deprived dedication. Then at 2 a.m with tears streaming down my face (a little over dramatic, but let's go with it), I've finally completed my final thought. I am happy. I quietly put my notebook in it's proper spot and sleep. As soon as I have my next free moment, I grab that notebook and read what I remember was my body and soul. But then...I hate it. I absolutely hate it and with a quick swipe of the page, it's torn out and thrown into the recycling bag. So I figured the eve of my next final piece will be awhile.
I understand that I should probably just leave it be, but as ruthless as it sounds, this critic is selfless when it comes to her own. Muttering "horrible, absolutely horrible" under her breath just so she can justify her actions.

Eve is also still under construction. Originally it was Eve Barcelona, but seeing that I had a friend with the same last name, I dropped it. Also the name has moved from an alias to a pen name. So what will be done with it, I don't know. When will I go by Janel? Who knows. But that's why Eve is on my page.