September 2008
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To be honest
Every time I pass by that FOR SALE sign in front of my house I imagine myself tearing it out of the grass and burning it. There are so many memories built into these walls and wooden floors.
“People move all the time,” he said.
“The average American family moves every 4 years,” he said.
“We aren’t going anywhere far,” he said.
But it isn’t about moving.
20 years here and we’re selling my house home.
How am I supposed to feel?
“Eros is the passionate love, with sensual desire and longing; where erotic comes from. Philia is friendship, a dispassionate virtuous love. Storge is natural affection, like that felt by parents for children, or little ones for Nanny. Agape THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE is an all-inclusive unconditional love. This is the one widely used in religious teachings. To have agape is to see all people doing the best they can with the light they’ve got. Agape is not spoken about. It’s a space you rest in, a state of being that is pure uninhibited love. Someone in this state is not looking for a return on the investment. In fact, they don’t see it as an investment at all. This is remarkable compassion.”
—Jason Mraz on the Greeks having 4 different words for love!
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I just want somebody to cut me some slack, that’s all.
“It’s always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else’s kisses.”
—Marion, 2 Days in Paris
“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.”
—Chuck Palahniuk
these days
I’ve been realizing lately that I really enjoy being 17. I love every last thing about being young and irrational and stupid and brave and I’m in no rush to change that.
iTunes new genius feature will most likely change my life.
I feel you brotha. It’s like a whole new world of opportunity is revealing itself to me.
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GObama!
I wish I were old enough to vote. I get sad thinking about all the people I know who ARE 18+ and aren’t voting. Considering this affects us more than any other demographic, I would think my generation would feel more obliged to do the research and make the choice to vote. I mean why wouldn’t you want to be a part of history being made?
Conversation with my Mum via Skype
- M: i can hear you so you can talk
- C: i don't know what to say
- M: ok we talk later or just skype a little every day to say you are well
- C: okay i will email you
- M: ok go to bed earlier
- M: have a good evening
- C: you too
- M: take care!say hi to jeje
- M: love you! kiss you!
- C: love you too!
- M: bye
Shits and Giggles
So there’s a cute guy that works at Juicy, a couple stores down from where I work. He comes by on his breaks every once in a while and makes for interesting conversation/ nice eye candy during long shifts. Today he walked in right as we were about to close and this stupid grin spread across my face as soon as I noticed him. Christina and I glanced at each other and broke out into laughter. Despite my attempts at making normal conversation, I couldn’t stop smiling. As I was making his Americano and trying to keep my cool I noticed my hands shaking a little and could feel my ears turning red.
It turns out he had only come in because my coworker had told him to “do him a favor” and go in and order something because “the girls inside think you’re cute.” Uh hi, can I just die next time he comes in?
I gotta admit though, it’s moments like these that make work fun. I’m going to miss having Christina around to keep me company when my feet hurt and I’m sick of packing chocolate boxes.
Oh and not gonna lie, I still hope he comes in again hahah.
Days With My Father →
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This is heartache in its most beautiful/ raw state. I was honestly at a complete loss for words.
Day #3
The air at PCC is dank with smoke. I have nothing against cigarettes, but I feel like so many people at PCC just do it because they can—like an act of rebellion or reassurance that yes, they are indeed out of high school.
I haven’t met anybody new yet, but I’m beginning to build friendships with old acquaintances and I already have a couple notches on my belt of embarrassing moments. I like most of my teachers and the material I’m learning is interesting for the most part. I’m excited to be learning again, but scared the novelty of being in college will soon wear off and I’ll be left with just this nagging fear of getting stuck here.
The days go by so slowly, but I’m trying my best to savor each moment I have in a classroom.
“Some things are hard to write about. after something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”
—Sylvia Plath author, poet
STUFFED SANDWICH →
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Temple City’s own Stuffed Sandwich is currently featured on Eating LA! Exciting news considering my cozy little hometown rarely ever gets any kind of publicity. Yay for beer tasting and sandwiching stuffing!
Baby, be prepared to be surprised
First day, First Tumble!
I’m unsure how I should feel so for now I’ll just settle with how I do feel.
I feel like I want to freeze time but move forward to the day I get my license and when the leaves start to golden. At the same time I feel like summer passed by way too quickly, but it still hasn’t hit me that I’m starting school already. And I feel like things are changing and I’m trying my best to keep up, but I’m scared I’m growing up too fast.
Surreal is the best way to put it. The longest and shortest day of my life thus far. It didn’t quite feel like the first day of college—more an awkward extension of high school. I’m sure I’ll get used to it soon enough. But for now, I’m just glad there are a few familiar faces around to test the waters with me.
