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I fear getting heartbroken more than I fear snakes or spiders because at least when I see them I can run in the opposite direction. But heartbreaks are disguised with boys who tell you how beautiful you are and lies that are sweeter than sugar.
It’s always a lie; CS(writtenvoid)
I still believe this.
12-26-15
It’s been a good while since I sat down and decided to blog. I wish I could say it’s because I’ve been doing my own independent writing but I’ve also been neglecting my journal.
I know the holidays are usually for commercial purposes and they get people to feel all cheery just cause that’s the tradition but I like to take this time each year to reflect on how I’ve grown as a person this past year.
I finished my last fall semester at PCC and will be wrapping up my entire journey as a student there this spring. That’s nuts! I was 18 when I first enrolled and I was so lost in all aspects of my life. I had no idea why I was even going to community college, just knew it was the best place to be considering it was so hard to find a job that wasn’t some seasonal bullshit. I had no idea I would be walking away with more than just a few good grades and an above average gpa.
I walk away with a flourishing passion in English and a desire to share that passion through teaching and expression. I have found multiple outlets for my art, whether it be through visual media such as cinematography, improv-acting, poetry, short story writing, screen printing, or shit, even just discussions with strangers. I used to hate talking about politics and religion because no one could ever come to an agreement but that’s what makes each individual unique, right? You have your own experiences that shaped your views and values and I have mine. That’s what makes a discussion so magical; that’s how we get lost in the buoyancy of the conversation.
I walk away knowing myself better than I ever have. I know that sounds kinda weird like I’m looking at a mirror like, “Hey! I know you!” But I mean it in a much deeper sense. So here come the feelz.
It’s hard to find acceptance and love when you flip the tables and apply that to yourself instead of someone else. Among the quarrels of my scholastic journey, I definitely learned that I wasn’t always going to have a buddy waiting for me before and after class. There wasn’t always someone that I clicked with in each class that I could discuss the material with and honestly, most of the time I wasn’t open to that fusion with someone else. I kind of isolated myself for a little while so I could find that stability within myself.
Although help is always awesome, I think it was important for me to learn to rely on myself to get things done. When push came to shove, no one greeted me at home and asked me if I did my homework yet or studied for my exam. I didn’t have someone writing my papers for me or someone else sitting through the lectures and taking good notes for me. These were all habits I had to learn to develop so that once I knew that I wanted to transfer, I had decent enough grades to get into a school of my choice.
As I wrote my personal statements, I was forced to reflect on this journey I’ve taken as a student. I didn’t recognize the girl taking those first 3 classes but I remembered who I was then. It was an emotional rollercoaster; I had to cry to feel it out. I wrote draft after draft, shared it with friends to get some feedback, and continued to edit it. I was so over it by the time I submitted my applications. But despite the stress and struggle, I got it done and I could sit here and be proud of myself for all that I’ve accomplished. Even giving myself some credit was tough for me. It was hard to praise myself in my paper and I didn’t want anyone feeling sorry for me. I had to paint myself as a product and I just couldn’t see past how arbitrary that was.
And now we wait.
I most of all realized that I couldn’t have made it this far without the support I had from my friends and family. We may have had our differences as I grew up but my family and I got as close as ever this year. With the possibility of possibly moving a few hundred miles away, I can’t even imagine what I would do without them. This also includes the relationship I have with my friends. We are all on our own journeys in life and our priorities are shifting. Part of growing up is understanding that we aren’t always going to be just a phone call away or available 24/7. That just simply isn’t the case anymore. I’ve learned that friendship is a two way street and not just a one sided relationship. It’s something that has to be maintained and nurtured and it can’t just be for your own selfish needs. Sometimes simply being present and sharing a comfortable silence with someone is enough.
So as this year is coming to a close, I am blessed to have gained so much from my experiences. I recognize my growth and development and I’m fucking proud of myself. Next year will be its own beast and there is no telling who or where I will be around this time next year. It’s scary as fuck but it’s also exciting not knowing what’s next. :)
A joke my mom told me
Mom: If a tree falls in the woods, and there's no English majors around to hear it, is it laying on the ground, or lying?
Sweetie, what happened to you?“ My mom asked,“You used to be on top of the world.” “Nothing much mom,” I said while pretending to be on my phone,“Just you know, high school; puberty, same old, same old.” “What about that really cute guy you liked? He was really into you.” I stopped scrolling through tumblr, and stared blankly at the screen. Him. I remembered how he used to make me laugh. How he would jump from the lunch table and come running at me just because I was looking at the ground with a sad expression. “Oh, we just had to go our different ways I guess.” “But why? You guys looked so cute together” “We were never together mom. I loved him. Every time I would try to put my head in the oven, he would drag me out of it and put cookies instead,” the tears were scrolling down my face into the blank screen,“But I guess I was the only one smiling at those 3am texts. I guess he had another girl that made his heart itch.” She looked at me in sympathy, and hugged me tightly to her warm chest. The tears wouldn’t stop, but I didn’t fight. “I guess it just wasn’t me.
Except from a book I’ll never write #6 (via introvertedcreatures)
please write this book.
It is not your job, as a female, to heal men in any way. You should not be tied to someone because “without you, he would be lost”. A relationship should be based on both parts caring about each other and being happy for being in that relationship, and not on a woman sacrificing her own life in order to take care of a male ass.
We are not your caretakers, okay? It is not our jobs to give up on everything we wish to do and to be in order to take care of men. And I’m not saying a woman cannot do it, but that we are not obliged to do it and that we should not be painted as monsters when we decide we don’t want to do it.
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8/20/2015 12:21 AM
My sister moved out yesterday. Since I'm the middle child, I got to see both ends of the spectrum. When my older sister moved out, she let us know years in advance that one day it was gonna happen. But when my younger sister moved out, it was because she was starting a family. It didn't hit me until she came to pick up her stuff. I didn't realize until she walked in and starting clearing out her closet that she no longer had anything that belonged to her there anymore. While it opened up space in the living room we shared, I couldn't help but remember about the life we've had as roommates. She and I grew up in the same room. First sharing a bed with a pullout bed on the bottom then eventually upgrading to bunk beds. When my parents split up, she went to go live with my mom and her new life and I stayed with my dad. After 2 years, I had to move in with my mom and have been sharing the living room since. It feels like a milestone in life; one of those days I'll remember forever. We kept the goodbye brief, but was holding back tears as soon as I began to walk back into my house. I hadn't stared at the empty closet for too long before I starting sweeping it up and loading all my stuff into it. When I looked at the finished product, it was refreshing. It was going to be different. It it was going to be okay. My life has been devoted to transferring for 5 years and the moment has finally come to apply to universities. This is also an opportunity to take myself out of my comfort zone and live somewhere different for a while. Life continue to develop and unravel itself and every chance I get, I make my way out of town. My goal for the next year is to check out every campus I see myself potentially applying for and using the vibes of the town also as a basis for my decision. This is all assuming I'm accepted. Ha ha haaa...
I’m so mad because this worked
Last time I did one of these work gave me a free iPad so go on then
This reminds me of the good ol myspace days
Random L.A flicks I’ve taken this year. I need to get out there more.
These are amazing
i hate when customers at work hand me a 100 dollar bill and then scoff when i check the watermark. like, lady, i will break out the counterfeit pen. i’ll draw your god damn portrait over benjamin franklin’s before i make a ruling. i’ll get a second opinion from a coworker on the opposite side of the store. i’ll call the mint like, “heyy…it’s daniel…you guys print any hundreds lately? i got a lady here with a hundred, just making sure it’s one of yours…haha cool just checking. so how are the wife and kids?” the people that make a fuss are always like, obviously rich too and you know that’s why they have a problem. like the nerve of me to doubt a rich person’s money. how dare i lump them in with a normal person with a hundred dollar bill. eventually one of them is going to let it slip. i’ll take the bill from them and go to hold it up to the light or feel it between my fingers or something and they’ll laugh and go, “oh, no, no no no i’m wealthy.”
i had a co-worker catch a counterfeiter. back then we all had “truth teller” pens. and the rule was “anything over a ten gets checked if you’re not comfortable with it” but not everyone did it. but this girl was hard core about her pen. especially if she got a bad feeling from a customer. girlfriend had TWO truth teller pens in case one gave a false positive.
this couple come through her line with a lot of stuff and they acting like they are in a hurry. this was the wrong thing to say to this girl. you say that to her and she goes slower cause it freaks her out.
she finally gets to the end and the guy hands her a bunch of 20′s. first she straightened them out and counted them, and then she took her pen out. when i used it i made a little flower so that i would know that i did it. she made a swirly. the first swirly came back black, the second swirly came back black. she got out the SECOND truth teller pen and scribbled a like down the center of the bills…. black as coal.
she was freaking out. dude look like he was intense. she very politely asked if he had another form of payment as she would not be able to accept his money. “WHY NOT?!”
*gulp*
“cause it’s not real, sir.”
“MONEY IS FUCKING REAL! YOU BETTER GET MANAGEMENT OVER HERE! MY MONEY IS AS GOOD AS ANYONE ELSE!!”
she very quickly walked over to the phone and paged, and her voice, was so tinged with panic that everyone, even CUSTOMERS stopped dead in their tracks and listened to the page.
you’d never seen a page answered so quickly. it was prolly ringing before she put the phone back on the receiver. “what’s wrong? what’s going on? are you in danger? are you okay?”
and she told them that no, she wasn’t okay,, her customer was screaming and cursing at her and his money wasn’t real and she had no idea what to do now, this wasn’t covered in the CBL’s!
this got manangement on their feet. “stay call, take a deep breath, we’ll be there in 5 seconds with back up. it’s going to be okay. just breathe.”
which is easier said than done with a man that weighs 150 lbs more than you is screaming his ever loving head off. even the retiree door greeter came over and stood by her just as a show of solidarity, she couldn’t really have done anything, but she was a witness, and sometimes that’s enough to get people to back down.
it must have felt like a hour later, but it was about 2-3 minutes before the store managers came walking down the aisle with the popo trailing behind them. the cops were soooooo happy to see him.
one member of management took over the register as the other led the cashier off to sit and collect herself, while the cops talked to the guy and eventually arrested both the guy and the girl. (apparently they’d been looking for them)
management was so fucking happy that she caught him because he had like 300 dollars in funny money and she caught him dead to rights. they calmed her down, thanked her profusely, gave her the rest of the day off with pay, and called her bf or mother or someone to get her home, because she was shaking like a leaf and they didn’t want to her to get hurt on her way home.
So yes, i will use my pen when i have too. i’ll hold them fuckers up to the light to make sure that the right pressie is in the corner pocket.
don’t fuck with the money honey it just don’t pay.
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