tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40463330569405896402024-03-13T13:45:12.434-07:00Life As A PersonThe World Through My EyesLife As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-78460636220452121772010-09-16T21:07:00.000-07:002010-09-16T21:18:30.361-07:00It's That Time!Back to more job searching... poor college kids should be given more opportunities to work, because not all of us have mommy and daddy to pay for everything. I have sent out countless resumes, so here is hoping that something finally happens.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bonjourbabygifts.com/assets/images/piggy_banks/piggy_bank_orange.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.bonjourbabygifts.com/assets/images/piggy_banks/piggy_bank_orange.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />School has finally started up for me, and I am finding myself stuck in the IHATEFRESHMEN club. I know, it sounds terrible, and normally, I would feel bad about such a sentiment, but in this case, I really don't. It is extremely hard to like someone who thinks India is in Europe... just saying. Sometimes I wonder if I were that obnoxious in my freshmen year, but then I remember, I was too busy worrying about my future to interrupt my class to make jackass comments like early humans must have believed in Santa Clause. It is a shame really, because the tension I feel growing with every comment may lead to me cursing out a classroom of ignorant people. I now understand why the older generations look at us and hang their heads in shame and despair. I would too if I had failed to tell my child that India is really a part of Asia.<br />On the flipside, I am studiously doing my homework (for the most part) and learning that social work readings are THICK. Not like hefty milkshake thick, but really swimming through quicksand thick. Everyday I thank the Lord that I am literate. It doesn't hurt that I have found a new blog geared towards some relaxation. If you get the chance go check out this <a href="http://www.kickingbackonsundays.blogspot.com">new blog</a> I have found. It has just started, but it seems really cool.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Credit: Bonjourbabygifts.com</span>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-23918499874518758972010-08-25T14:07:00.000-07:002010-08-25T14:13:03.713-07:00A New Adventure...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.parkingforidiots.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/crash66.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 566px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.parkingforidiots.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/crash66.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///Users/fadednovember/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /><br />After years of having my license, I have still not been able to conquer the feat of parallel parking. My home state does not make you do it in the driver's test, therefore, instructors think it is okay not to teach their students. Of course, those d-bags completely decided it was okay not to teach because "nobody parallel parks in my home state". Well assholes, I'm bringing my car to school, and guess what? I get to learn p-parking. I've only done it twice with trashcans, but I'd kind of like more guidance besides my mother deciding that twice in the dark in enough practice. F*** my life. Little amounts of sleep and a long to do list is bringing out excessive anger and potty mouth.Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-30477364642346887822010-08-22T20:17:00.000-07:002010-08-22T20:20:15.033-07:00Food for Thought<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoBzArduS1w?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoBzArduS1w?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-78810648343340339722010-08-18T20:44:00.000-07:002010-08-18T20:55:33.040-07:00Guess Who's Back?<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >It's been a nice run</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">,</span><br /></div> but I am finally home. Where have I been all summer? Working at a special needs camp of course. I am trying to get as much social worky experience as I can get, and you know what? That job was one of the best jobs I have ever had. Seriously, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">EVER</span>. Sure, I cleaned up a lot of shit, and went through stressful times, but I am proud to say that I can look back on it, laugh and enjoy the privilege I had to meet such incredible people.<br /><br />Unfortunately, it is back to the real world, where I get to take another 18 credits while I look for a job and a church (yes, <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">SHOCKER</span> I like Jesus). So if anybody knows of a good laid back place to either work or worship, let me know!<br /><br />Meanwhile for a random thought: I have an urge to take a homeless person out to lunch or just buy them lunch. This will take exploring when I go back to school.Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-15355742118601806792010-06-14T14:58:00.000-07:002010-06-14T15:00:00.965-07:00Child From Below<h2 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="sectiontitle">Remember When?</h2><p>I was in the car with my mom today, talking about my numerous job experiences as a teenager, but there is one that I cannot seem to shake. Sure, every job has taught me something new, and even though there were some challenges, I usually valued my experience. Out of the experiences I have had, I will never forget family X and the day I was hired to watch their child. </p><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" name="It-Begins" id="section-1"></a><h2 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="sectiontitle">It Begins</h2><p>I was looking for a job to supplement my income at the local grocery store I was working at, so when this new opportunity for a babysitting job came along, I jumped at the chance. Little did I know, I would be ready to run in the other direction. The family seemed like the all dandy type at first, they had nice cars, a huge house, polished children, a backyard and a small dog to match. I was young, I was excited, I was stupid.<br /><br />Before I get into this story any further, I understand not all families are raised the same, but this family's method was so off beat from how I was raised, I would leave with my head spinning at the end of the day. My job was to watch their small child who was a toddler, whom we will call mini X. This child was a force to be reckoned with. Mini X probably holds the record for number of tantrums thrown in five hours. She was over privileged and under disciplined. Everything was either Mini's way or the highway. There was no reasoning with this child and punishment was not an option, because the longest timeout I had seen for Mini X was a whopping 30 seconds. When I was that age, I sat in time out until I had learned my lesson. I was beginning to cherish the times when I would work my other menial job. </p><a name="Can-I-Quit-Yet" id="section-2"></a><h2 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sectiontitle">Can I Quit Yet?</h2><p>Time passed, and I had quit my other job so I could help out at home, so my main priority was watching Mini X and praying that I would last another day. I was quickly tiring of the facade I was putting on for this family. The day I snapped was when Mrs. X decided to have an input in my future career and tell me it was a bad idea because it didn't make enough money and it was hard. I could take laying in bed with Mini X until she fell asleep in her queen sized bed and I was even becoming numb to the tantrums. To insult my personal life though, that was the last straw. I needed an escape. Back then, I didn't have the guts to just up and quit, so I was struggling. Lucky for me, I caught a break. When the Xs called to say they needed someone more permanent, I couldn't have been happier. Who cared if I was going to be broke for a bit? I would live with less stress and more quiet, and that's the way I like it. </p>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-88456714153193694412010-06-12T20:37:00.000-07:002010-06-12T20:41:10.021-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I'M <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">ALIVE</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Clearly, it has been a while. What have I been up to?<br /><br />Finishing school for the year(Yes, finals are included too)<br />Coming back home<br />Catching up with friends<br />Fighting with my siblings<br />Watching my cousin wed<br />Preparing for work this summer and trying to find work for the school year<br /><br />Clearly it has been a bit busy, so bear with me as I try to get it together. Unfortunately I leave soon, and may not be back til August, so a short farewell for now<br /><br /></div></div>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-12904426356868059722010-04-10T09:59:00.000-07:002010-04-10T10:08:54.763-07:00Food Revolution!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eatsmartagesmart.com/images/Jamie_Oliver_Food_Revolution1-300x300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.eatsmartagesmart.com/images/Jamie_Oliver_Food_Revolution1-300x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;">It's a REVOLUTION<br /><br /></span></div>Jamie Oliver, a noted chef and celebrity has brought his cause over to the US. Settling in the heart West Virginia, he meets resistance as he tries to change the way people eat to make them healthier. This show is one of the most interesting things I have ever watched. One of the first episodes that I have watched showed children who couldn't identify simple vegetables such as potatoes and carrots. Children who couldn't use utensils! It is unbelievable and unfathomable to me. The show portrays how negatively Jamie is received and the resistance he meets. For more information<span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"> </span><a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/campaigns/jamies-food-revolution">CLICK HERE</a>. You can see it for yourself or sign a petition.<br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/136381/jamie-olivers-food-revolution-episode-101">WATCH THE SHOW</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Help be the CHANGE!<br /></span></div>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-85205446270406512582010-03-11T12:18:00.000-08:002010-03-11T12:23:25.993-08:00Something new about me...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">LOVE</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Nature</span></span></span><br /></div>Deforestation and the thought of extinction makes me upset. However, this video below made me a bit hopeful. I actually would love to visit this place someday.<br /><object height="385" width="240"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EUAMe2ixCI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EUAMe2ixCI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="440"></embed></object>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-6093956214318064612010-03-08T21:06:00.000-08:002010-03-08T21:20:20.490-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" >Ignorance</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" >n. the lack of knowledge or education</span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I am finally on </span>March break, and let me tell you, I was SO excited to go home. I live hours from Philadelphia, so I don't get to go home very often. My friends, on the other hand too, but that is a rant for another time. Home is comfort, family, laughter, memories, bonding, headaches, and anger. I have a dear part of my life, and we will name this part <span style="font-style: italic;">locomotive ignorance</span> (LI). LI is someone whom I love dearly, but it is not so easy. Nobody is perfect, and I should know. I am a huge pain in the ass. Just ask my friends. However, LI holds a special place in my prayers when I ask for strength.<br /><br />I think it took about two hours before I was fantasizing about gagging him, and tying his hands together so he couldn't remove it. Some of you may be thinking, that is not very social worky, and I know, but I am not the Dalai Lama, and LI oversteps the line way too many times. It goes from homophobia, to racism to I don't even know what next, maybe the denial held in LI's heart. A lot of LI's connections go way over my head as well such as the new Disney movie the Princess and the Frog was only made because we have a black president. Riddle me this, how in the world does that make any sense at all? It also falls under Wall-E is a secret subliminal message on the Democratic agenda.<br /><br />Philadelphia I miss, you. Save me from messing with LI's over righteous tracks.<br />Anyways, this song is in dedication to LI. I love Wilco, and this song just puts my thoughts to music, especially the quote below. Enjoy!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" >It's become so obvious</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;" >You are so oblivious to yourself</span><br /></div><br /></div></div><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yrKJX-CT2gw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yrKJX-CT2gw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-77260047776044679422010-02-28T21:25:00.000-08:002010-02-28T21:26:51.834-08:00Weather can cause all types of problems, but one man died in Pittsburgh due to bad weather, and inefficient services. Read all about it <a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100228/ap_on_re_us/us_snow911_death">HERE</a>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-61113554447079132002010-02-23T21:15:00.000-08:002010-02-23T21:19:50.774-08:00The past few weeks have been almost nothing but stress. Why I chose to go and take 18 credits is often beyond me. Between doing schoolwork and finding a job for the summer and next school year, I have been going insane. Looking for ways to relax, I will exercise or watch some tv. My new favorite show came to me during a relaxing time. Call it my new guilty pleasure.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3266369490_ca89ea4658.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3266369490_ca89ea4658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>RuPaul's Drag Race has brought a smile to my face. If you haven't watched this show, you should! It is hilarious, and some of the girls look so real!Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-69860566724666139952010-02-19T21:04:00.001-08:002010-02-19T21:15:14.245-08:00Shhhh<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs48/f/2009/213/e/b/i_kept_my_mouth_shut_by_Annonce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 293px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs48/f/2009/213/e/b/i_kept_my_mouth_shut_by_Annonce.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">SILENCE IS GOLDEN</span><br /></div>Or so we are told. In my opinion, I think it is a great way to be, and I aspire to be like that. Why? Because at times, I have diarrhea of the mouth, and cannot seem to shut up when need be. My parents raised me to be polite and true to myself, unfortunately, everyone else was sarcastic and spoke their minds. It seems that here in Philadelphia, it tends to get me into trouble with my friends from time to time. I needed to give something up for lent, maybe it's my abilities to be a total asshole. I just have those moments, where afterword I am like OH SHIT I should not have said that. Then I end up kicking myself for about a week afterwords. If anyone has a cure for foot in mouth syndrome, I would love the solution!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Credit<br />http://annonce.deviantart.com/</span>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-87282865553037982672010-02-14T14:33:00.000-08:002010-02-19T21:22:31.932-08:00Love Someone Today<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Not everyone has a significant other to celebrate it with (<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Guilty!</span>)</span></span><br /></div> Although I am technically spending it "on my own," I have found that there are many other ways I could be celebrating it. I have gotten some ideas from online, and kind of admire, how people have chosen to reinvent the holiday.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKsgeb0ewhqIVDmxnKrimWhp2AbfIOn8WsfBFm3MmUpSYubUbvsEkUlS-RtRqyCP_rdGLMIgqU6F7dWBh-HN89M8NQsyxxTE8mZdPRvp08gT8wxvMZsu_vUCBMkLL1yF6owuFeBDXEzyR/s1600-h/bee1.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:78%;"> Click</span> ></span> COMPASSION</a>. <a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" href="http://www.thirdage.com/living-single/six-sensational-ways-to-spend-a-single-valentines-day">FUN</a>. <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://hwango.deviantart.com/art/Happy-Horned-Lizard-Day-15172932">LAUGH</a>.<a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=159">LEARN</a>.<a href="https://charitywater.org/store/"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">GIVE</span></a>. <a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" href="http://www.lhj.com/holidays/21-valentines-day-charities/?cobrandId=ww6">HELP</a>. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3Bs-_IMN7g"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">REMEMBER</span></a> < <span style="font-size:78%;">Here</span><br /></div><br />I just want people to also remember those who will not be able to make it to Valentine's Day, ans the families who are forced to live without them. On this day of Love, it is important to remember them too. Have a great day everyone, and remember that someone loves you!<br /></div></div>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-26449650290050516792010-02-07T10:31:00.000-08:002010-02-07T10:34:12.110-08:00SNOWSnow has hit Philly pretty hard, and smart me, thought it wouldn't be a big deal. Yesterday I woke up, and it looked like I was back home! The big difference is, that at home, we are used to the weather, so when something like this happens, roads are cleared up quickly and in a timely manner, but down here, it isn't as expected. Instead of running around, I spent my day watching movies, and completing the Underworld series. If you ask me, it is a great way to spend a day snowed in.Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-65227664414133972932010-01-31T12:00:00.000-08:002010-01-31T12:10:05.761-08:00Bathroom ConfessionsI went out into the city the other day, and had lunch in a diner with my friend. Before braving the cold, and remembering that there are no free bathrooms in Philly, I stopped to use the toilet. Apparently, no matte how nice the place, the bathroom will ALWAYS have something interesting about it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuhJm9fCsZG3nxNt3Dsqbz60jQsCDsl0M_ApOmi7Mpyy7ccX9YxHVqqktEihGOGCeYcTzC722-NZxTU9Q5VIONPCFsG_1wwFkAlK0jRfonI9KnvkA1nDkhY1laN0ipSVut4_NqhYtyQQ/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuhJm9fCsZG3nxNt3Dsqbz60jQsCDsl0M_ApOmi7Mpyy7ccX9YxHVqqktEihGOGCeYcTzC722-NZxTU9Q5VIONPCFsG_1wwFkAlK0jRfonI9KnvkA1nDkhY1laN0ipSVut4_NqhYtyQQ/s400/DSC00127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432998511160152706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPLY_qM2_FnpzJ4BZHYBdIPwkR4_FwtbbhQ6pMcoL7aVKsL273nTz5CujrZ6NlaaIpR7bTu4hpFWIAbRp1VT2oqIWgsN2TcBDEiO23y17sQsW1pTGeMO2-ROqxqHs9BYtzbqmN1CeKa4/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPLY_qM2_FnpzJ4BZHYBdIPwkR4_FwtbbhQ6pMcoL7aVKsL273nTz5CujrZ6NlaaIpR7bTu4hpFWIAbRp1VT2oqIWgsN2TcBDEiO23y17sQsW1pTGeMO2-ROqxqHs9BYtzbqmN1CeKa4/s400/DSC00126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432998505397493698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0thkoXKu_S9vZnhSSKIEY1nRXKGfuD7yhc4-VGqbqYQK6JdSGSfzmuz14ldLxfQUsqQevp8SXDqDfSy6Xlj_kd2uj0fVN0lmlGONxQ7CSIdry6syqj5lYm1fU6xggAGVVSE4Ncc-QFNw/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0thkoXKu_S9vZnhSSKIEY1nRXKGfuD7yhc4-VGqbqYQK6JdSGSfzmuz14ldLxfQUsqQevp8SXDqDfSy6Xlj_kd2uj0fVN0lmlGONxQ7CSIdry6syqj5lYm1fU6xggAGVVSE4Ncc-QFNw/s400/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432998495994052978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBwtdlupjVSrDSJ5Z-vMVmdQG3Zt3h7mBg3CCXPiUOGzaFgOfp_S-LNv-W7vP74gzjCDa-bUfnj8jJ38VANmue_9nQhB7_PDuYelBxWMSds6lRbWGlWBnP2GzHcQZ8V5b-K2hMuxPiTY/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBwtdlupjVSrDSJ5Z-vMVmdQG3Zt3h7mBg3CCXPiUOGzaFgOfp_S-LNv-W7vP74gzjCDa-bUfnj8jJ38VANmue_9nQhB7_PDuYelBxWMSds6lRbWGlWBnP2GzHcQZ8V5b-K2hMuxPiTY/s400/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432998492074132194" border="0" /></a><br /><br />If the bathroom wasn't so dirty, I would have stayed longer to read these bathroom confessions. It was definitely something that I wasn't expecting to see, most of the bathroom writing I read is extremely inappropriate, but some of these seemed kind of personal. I wonder if people ever walk out of something as mundane from a bathroom, feeling better after making some sort of confession.Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-87505521436571805162010-01-24T12:49:00.001-08:002010-01-24T12:50:43.685-08:00Okay, so I was excited about pretty much nothing. I didn't get the job that I had interviewed for, and I am pretty frustrated, not sure about what to do. I am a college kid fighting adults with degrees for a job. How will I fair? Things are probably sure to get better, but right now, I am kind of discouraged.Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-4133736405523160752010-01-10T13:52:00.000-08:002010-01-10T13:54:46.573-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.visioncoachinginc.com/cms/uploaded_files/VW85ZKSZIF/69/images/cheering-business-people.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 424px;" src="http://www.visioncoachinginc.com/cms/uploaded_files/VW85ZKSZIF/69/images/cheering-business-people.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">I have an interview!!!<br /></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Photo credit: http://www.visioncoachinginc.com</span>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-9674737372950590442010-01-06T08:09:00.000-08:002010-01-06T08:14:39.427-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://resumeprescreen.com/resources/DeskFilledWithResumes.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 396px;" src="http://resumeprescreen.com/resources/DeskFilledWithResumes.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>So my first winter break is not as breakish as I had hoped. I have spent a good amount of time applying for a summer job. This year my fingers are crossed and my heart is set on working at a camp for kids with emotional and behavior disorders. Very extensive applications, which is what they don't tell you. Hopefully I get everything done though, anyways, here is a little clip!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbsHwuyfnnw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbsHwuyfnnw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Credit: http://resumeprescreen.com/resources/DeskFilledWithResumes.JPG</span>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-74868593956508873822010-01-01T00:44:00.000-08:002010-01-01T00:53:28.664-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/movies/Adam/Adam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 755px;" src="http://www.tribute.ca/tribute_objects/images/movies/Adam/Adam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yes, I know it seems like a large thing, but I saw <a href="http://loombo.com/1bay9wd24g9m/adam.gds.flv.html">this movie</a>, and I feel like it is something to recognize and remember. So often we take the time to make an opinion and keep it, but sometimes we just need to stick it out, and see. It was a wake up call for me. Can be watched at <a href="http://loombo.com/1bay9wd24g9m/adam.gds.flv.html">Loombo</a>. Just watch it, it's awesome.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Picture Credit: Tribute</span>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-74687478875076699782009-12-29T21:47:00.000-08:002009-12-29T22:17:35.769-08:00I am absolutely flustered when...I make an off the cuff judgment, or lose my temper and then someone says, "That's not cool, aren't you planning on being a social worker?".<br />That one phrase drives me crazy, for some reason it makes me feel like I should become this zen master Buddha and deny any form of anger, frustration, excited feelings and what not. Take everything with a grain of salt and just be like "Whatever happens, happens, let's go hug a tree..." It's like I am some super hippy that should love everything, but I don't. If it makes me a bad social worker, then I guess someone should suggest a new career path, but I think that I am only human, and I can't be perfect, especially when I am but a young freshman.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qikRcAiCtKM&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qikRcAiCtKM&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-53377825077718494812009-12-25T19:36:00.000-08:002009-12-25T19:37:49.777-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/c/christmas_snoopy-11420.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 464px;" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/c/christmas_snoopy-11420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">FELIZ</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">NAVIDAD!</span></span><br /></div>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-11010980259716592702009-12-20T22:12:00.000-08:002009-12-20T22:20:11.989-08:00Home For the HolidaysThis is the milestone in being that it is the first year that I am coming home for an extended holiday in my college experience. Some people see it as a rite or passage, maybe growing up and experiencing a new path in life, but to me, it shows a shift, a symbolizing of growing up and moving on. Honestly, it is a bit scary sometimes. I am the youngest child, and so to come home for the first time after an extended absence from home feels strange. The elders are getting ready to move on in their lives, and at this time next year, we may not all be together the same way that we are now. A few years ago, I would have probably had a full blown anxiety attack, but now, I am starting the accept the changes, maybe not as gracefully as I would like, but I am accepting them.<br /><br />For example, when did my parents start to look so tired? I know that a part of it is due to taking care of my grandparents, but the age is starting to show on their faces. They are no longer the invincible pair that I once saw. This year, I may be watching tv show marathons with my siblings, but they will be graduating soon, and I could possibly be braving this four week vacation by myself, without a job.<br /><br />At the same time, I cant help but rejoice in life moving on. I am finally studying the area that I wanted to study as a student working with people. For once, I am at a school, where I don't hate myself or the people as much as I used to just a few years ago. People are starting to see me a little faster than they used to, and I am growing even deeper in my relationships that count. Even though the environment of this year may not be the same next year, I can smile and know that no matter what, I will have these memories and deepening relationships with the people I know and love.Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-83524432863963717472009-12-09T11:44:00.000-08:002009-12-09T12:24:46.496-08:00Tis The Season<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/33/65794219_4dfb19507d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/33/65794219_4dfb19507d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The most stressful week at the end of the semester is the one before finals. It feels as though all of the professors have realized that they have a crapload to catch up on. This is not one sided of course. Every student realizes that the assignments they were supposed to be working on all semester will be due in about three days time. I would say that coffee distributors make a lot of money during these times, although I personally do not drink it myself.<br /><br />My workload is not too bad, but at the same time, I am trying to finish all of my Christmas shopping for the best type of values possible. It is a not so very nice task, and I really would enjoy taking a nao, but I think I can pull all of this work off, well I kind of don't have a choice, merit scholarships come with GPA requirements. I swear the roomie has less than I do. I barely see her going to class and in her spare time she has been playing farmville and making like 20 candycane decorations and hanging them on our door outside. How she manages to have enough time to do soemthing like that is beyond me. The most mysterious wonders in the world begin in my head. Only one and a half more weeks and I will be home. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Credit: Refracted Moments at Flickr</span>Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-34418977204861158462009-11-21T12:59:00.000-08:002009-11-21T13:06:00.890-08:00Living in FilthOkay, so I just spent the better half of my day cleaning my dorm room. I usually pick up my stuff and then dust, but today I went even farther and vacuumed as well. What I have just realized is that despite the fact that my dear roommate has all of the cleaning supplies, she has failed to clean anything since we have arrived. She goes home a lot of weekends, but during the week, when she is not in classes, chances are she is in the room on facebook. Now, if she did not have time, I would understand, but seeing as she had all the time in the world to paint a big ass turkey on our window, I think it is safe to say that she has time. Her vacuum is also about the size of a cat, so you know, it's an effective time saver...<br />When I first came to college, I was worried about being the messy roommate, but now that I am here, I see that I am the cleaner one. This in itself is a massive revelation, and I hope that I can keep it up.<br />As for the shy boy who liked me, I am not sure what will become of that one. I hear he has been denying that he likes me and no longer acknowledges my presence any longer when we pass each other. My friends are probably more upset than I am, but that's how life works I guess.Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4046333056940589640.post-39821896411140256392009-11-13T09:09:00.001-08:002009-11-13T09:14:43.319-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1K5Eox96mKf1PpPdkAJN5Scwrn_y0dOZjR8Ndc6WvMitW-x_UPLNmlkh9EJLcIUW5TYcdzwoEgzfc6FwjmLARqrJOdjjnRKoXgT6iFQtT2eumWlkBHVYQFLp1-EKJ9tPhDBlG9ATOoEY/s1600-h/1112092152.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1K5Eox96mKf1PpPdkAJN5Scwrn_y0dOZjR8Ndc6WvMitW-x_UPLNmlkh9EJLcIUW5TYcdzwoEgzfc6FwjmLARqrJOdjjnRKoXgT6iFQtT2eumWlkBHVYQFLp1-EKJ9tPhDBlG9ATOoEY/s200/1112092152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403637376749425826" border="0" /></a><br />Today is the national day for To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA). I have done my duty for support. The only downside to actually having the day in November, is that it is too cold to just walk around with an exposed arm. For those of you who have no idea what I am even talking about, TWLOHA is a non-profit organization supporting people who struggle with depression, self injury, addiction, etc. A really good cause, and if you missed the day this year, there's always next year!Life As A Personhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01184192416289194946noreply@blogger.com