UCSD first year.
most people call me jana.
04-18-09. filipino. single. 5' 8". EHS Alumnis. anything else? just ask
well played good sir, well played.
the last one bugs me (and the one about drinking, but that’s beside the point i’ll be trying to make). the part that’s crossed out seems more appropriate than the one underneath it.
my parents never forced me into anything as a child, and i turned out to be apathetic toward pretty much anything. i grew up feeling plain and boring because i felt like i had no talent, let alone anything i was passionate about, and that sucked. so if i were to ever have a child (which i’m not sure i will), i wouldn’t want them to feel that way. i would get them to participate in sports or the arts or something, anything they seemed interested in (unless it’s destructive or harmful, of course) to try and prevent the toxic feelings of inadequacy that comes with the feeling of being talentless.
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YEAH BUT THEN SHE’S GOING TO LEAVE YOU AT THE ALTAR FOR SOME FAG NAMED TONY.
FUCK YOU STELLA
^^^ hahahaha oh my gosh, that comment
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Donald Glover is a funny dude. just posting this so i can come back to it over and over and over again in the future (:
finished reading the hunger games trilogy
and, not unlike when i finished reading the harry potter series or any other really riveting novel, i can’t seem to figure out what to do with myself now…
i’m not trying to be melodramatic and imply that my life has lost some purpose now that the series has come to it’s inevitable end for me. that’s just stupid. but i know for the next couple of days no book or show or movie will be able to hold my attention in comparison to the books i have just read.
Thrift Store Shopping
i went to my local thrift store earlier today, and i must say i’m ridiculously excited to wear the clothes i bought today (:
i never understood why some people, including some of my closest friends, scorn or frown upon thrift store clothes. it always sounded a bit uppity of them. i mean, where else do you buy unique clothes at a significantly cheaper price? i bought two sleeveless shirts, two long-sleeved tops, a skirt, a pair of pants and some shorts all for 20 dollars. that’s fucking ridiculous, in a good way.
and the great thing is each article of clothing is wonderfully different from what you would see at stores in the mall. like the floral skirt i bought today is beautiful, and that’s weird for me to say because i normally hate floral prints… and skirts. that’s because in the mall, all the skirts i try on are always short on me, to the point were i feel like a skank. but this wonderful 60s-styled skirt isn’t. ugh, i just love it so much.
i feel like such a girl typing all of this out hahaha i suppose i’m just too happy about all my purchases hahaha
this will be mine one way or another!
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GPOY…
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back to the beginning
isn’t it odd how the mind goes into hyperdrive in the early morning hours? whenever i’m on break from school, i have a hard time going to bed. it’s 4:41 in the morning and i’m wide awake, and probably will stay wide awake for a couple more hours. during this time i normally think about things i’d much rather not think about, so tonight i chose to distract myself by scrolling through my tumblr blog to the very beginning - to the very first post.
it’s quite a trip. it’s like a chronicle of yourself, in a way. you can read what you once felt, what you once experienced, what you once thought, what you once were.
i got to see how i’ve matured since i began using tumblr. for one, my grammar has gotten much better. i’m no longer confusing “you’re” for “your” as often and I was pleased to find that i don’t complain about school nearly as much as i used to. i also saw a bunch of hipster-ish photos and went back to the beginning of my k-pop craze. I got to reminisce on memories i made with old friends, then sadly witness the falling out of one and the drifting away of another. but more seriously, i got to see the more substantial personal changes i’ve undergone. for one, i saw the changes from my thinly veiled self-deprecating and insecure self to the more confident, self-assured person that i am now. and i don’t make myself out to be some tragic outcast that society doesn’t seem to understand like i once did either.
i also realized how much i haven’t changed… that’s by far the scariest part…
