tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15057640134133961492024-03-05T13:34:21.032-08:00to put it simply, it's quite complicated.ramblings. it's all ramblings. maybe you'll feel the same. i'm not really sure where i'm going.angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-86340395790445871092013-02-20T19:49:00.002-08:002013-02-20T19:49:53.283-08:00So I made a Tumblr.I'm sorry guys, I love this place and I may come back to it one day, but it just seems that the community is dead since all of the changes. To me at least; I know a ton of you have active blogs and stuff, but I'm going to try the tumbly thing for right now, and I know a ton of you and others have tumblr's.<br />
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I'll probably come back one day. I just think that since I've been gone for so long for various reasons (demotivated, busy, school, too tired, feels empty here) that everyone's sort of forgot about it here, and that I should try some change. It'll stay here for the future, I don't plan to delete it (any time soon at least). <br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-31723677306090396572012-11-05T16:28:00.005-08:002012-11-05T16:28:53.445-08:00Inspiration - Imgur (PIX)I own none of these; taken from <a href="http://imgur.com/a/lfRzd?gallery" target="_blank">Imgur</a>. These were just my favorites; The link has a few more I didn't add in. All information/captions were information from the website.<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-15187524555674626222012-10-28T00:25:00.001-07:002012-10-28T00:25:08.233-07:00All the Small Things. (PIX)Moar!! All from the phone.<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-50182556653285157882012-10-25T00:01:00.002-07:002012-10-25T00:02:52.756-07:00Steve Jobs Commencement SpeechNo copyright intended.<br />
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<b>Stanford Report, June 14, 2005</b><br />
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<b>'You've got to find what you love,' Jobs says</b><br />
<b>This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and</b><br />
<b>of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I</i> </span><i>am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the</i><br />
<i>world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college</i><br />
<i>graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three</i><br />
<i>stories.</i><br />
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<i>The first story is about connecting the dots.</i><br />
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<i>I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for</i><br />
<i>another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?</i><br />
<i>It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student,</i><br />
<i>and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by</i><br />
<i>college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife.</i><br />
<i>Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my</i><br />
<i>parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an</i><br />
<i>unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found</i><br />
<i>out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from</i><br />
<i>high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later</i><br />
<i>when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.</i><br />
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<i>And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive</i><br />
<i>as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition.</i><br />
<i>After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no</i><br />
<i>idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my</i><br />
<i>parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK.</i><br />
<i>It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The</i><br />
<i>minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin</i><br />
<i>dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.</i><br />
<i>It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned</i><br />
<i>coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every</i><br />
<i>Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of</i><br />
<i>what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let</i><br />
<i>me give you one example:</i><br />
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<i>Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country.</i><br />
<i>Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand</i><br />
<i>calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to</i><br />
<i>take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about</i><br />
<i>varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great</i><br />
<i>typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture,</i><br />
<i>and I found it fascinating.</i><br />
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<i>None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we</i><br />
<i>were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the</i><br />
<i>Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single</i><br />
<i>course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts.</i><br />
<i>And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I</i><br />
<i>had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal</i><br />
<i>computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to</i><br />
<i>connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking</i><br />
<i>backwards ten years later.</i><br />
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<i>Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards.</i><br />
<i>So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in</i><br />
<i>something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it</i><br />
<i>has made all the difference in my life.</i><br />
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<i>My second story is about love and loss.</i><br />
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<i>I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage</i><br />
<i>when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a</i><br />
<i>garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest</i><br />
<i>creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can</i><br />
<i>you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought</i><br />
<i>was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But</i><br />
<i>then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did,</i><br />
<i>our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the</i><br />
<i>focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.</i><br />
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<i>I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of</i><br />
<i>entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David</i><br />
<i>Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure,</i><br />
<i>and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on</i><br />
<i>me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been</i><br />
<i>rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.</i><br />
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<i>I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have</i><br />
<i>ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a</i><br />
<i>beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of</i><br />
<i>my life.</i><br />
<br />
<i>During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and</i><br />
<i>fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds</i><br />
<i>first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in</i><br />
<i>the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the</i><br />
<i>technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and</i><br />
<i>I have a wonderful family together.</i><br />
<i>I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful</i><br />
<i>tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick.</i><br />
<i>Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did.</i><br />
<i>You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work</i><br />
<i>is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you</i><br />
<i>believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't</i><br />
<i>found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it.</i><br />
<i>And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking</i><br />
<i>until you find it. Don't settle.</i><br />
<br />
<i>My third story is about death.</i><br />
<br />
<i>When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last,</i><br />
<i>someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past</i><br />
<i>33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of</i><br />
<i>my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No"</i><br />
<i>for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.</i><br />
<br />
<i>Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me</i><br />
<i>make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all</i><br />
<i>fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what</i><br />
<i>is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap</i><br />
<i>of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow</i><br />
<i>your heart.</i><br />
<br />
<i>About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly</i><br />
<i>showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me</i><br />
<i>this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no</i><br />
<i>longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order,</i><br />
<i>which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought</i><br />
<i>you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is</i><br />
<i>buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.</i><br />
<i>I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an</i><br />
<i>endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my</i><br />
<i>pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me</i><br />
<i>that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned</i><br />
<i>out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and</i><br />
<i>I'm fine now.</i><br />
<br />
<i>This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more</i><br />
<i>decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when</i><br />
<i>death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:</i><br />
<br />
<i>No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet</i><br />
<i>death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be,</i><br />
<i>because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out</i><br />
<i>the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now,</i><br />
<i>you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.</i><br />
<i>Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma —</i><br />
<i>which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions</i><br />
<i>drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and</i><br />
<i>intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is</i><br />
<i>secondary.</i><br />
<br />
<i>When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was</i><br />
<i>one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from</i><br />
<i>here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's,</i><br />
<i>before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors,</i><br />
<i>and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came</i><br />
<i>along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.</i><br />
<br />
<i>Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run</i><br />
<i>its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover</i><br />
<i>of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find</i><br />
<i>yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay</i><br />
<i>Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have</i><br />
<i>always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.</i><br />
<br />
<i>Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.</i><br />
<br />
<i>Thank you all very much.</i><br />
<br />
<i>SR</i><br />
<br />
<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-78689335217406446932012-07-09T20:22:00.002-07:002012-07-09T20:22:44.610-07:004th of July. (PIX)Pictures of the fireworks I took during 4th of July (America's Independence Day).<br />
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Cue shit ton of firework photos!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Color selection.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We played some dominoes while we waited for the show to start. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His watch I got him for his birthday :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1. AND IT BEGINS. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">5.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">6. IMA FIRIN' MAH LAZRRR </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">7. PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">8.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">9. Perfect shot :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">13. Some were not so perfect.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">16. Start of the finale. </td></tr>
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-23199338378577289062012-06-25T23:03:00.000-07:002012-06-25T23:03:36.322-07:00Le Cellular Phone (PIX)Took this with my phone. :D<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-11377317459946490392012-05-31T16:27:00.001-07:002012-05-31T16:29:56.108-07:00How NOT to Start Your Summer Vacation.With that said, it's obviously summer vacation for me. Not officially, I still have one test to take, but otherwise I'm completely done.<br />
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So how do I start my first day off from classes? My car magically breaks.<br />
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Today was so shitty that I can't help but laugh about it now. I didn't sleep at all last night because my schedule this week was: sleep in; wake up at 6:30am; sleep in; wake up at 6:30am. My internal clock is so confused, and though I went to bed normally last night, I didn't sleep at all, literally. I'm not exaggerating this, no sleep was had for Angela. Then when it's unfortunately time to wake up, I feel like absolute shit. I have a headache, my eye socket hurts, my insides feel icky, I feel nauseous because of the headache, and I'm dehydrated. I cannot fix the dehydration because even WATER made me want to throw up.<br />
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Part One of Angela's-Shit-Fest-Day: <br />
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I only woke up early and went to school so I could study and hang out with the boyfriend, but since I felt like shit I couldn't concentrate and I wanted the sun to turn off. So I stayed in my car trying to relax my eyes while Mike went off to take his final. When I felt better, I sat up and decided to check my messages on my piece of crap Samsung Galaxy S2, and when I touched the icon for Draw Something ever so lovingly, fucker turns off on me. "Goodbye!" No, no goodbye, you turn yourself right back on!<br />
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<i>This phone is a whole other post, one day, it is literally THEE shittiest phone ever, I warn you do not get this phone it is NOT WORTH IT. I'm so happy I got this thing for free (due to a special from being a T-Mobile member so long, and no it's not T-Mobile, I've never had problems until this phone!)</i> <br />
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After it restarted itself, I was too angry to play with it again, so I told it, "fuck you!" and debated if I should start studying. I decided no, since it's been an hour and a half and Mike should be out soon. Two seconds later, I get a text that he was. Woohoo!<br />
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Part Two of Angela's-Shit-Fest-Day:<br />
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So now I feel much better and I'm happier and everyone's happy, and we get back in my car to go to hang out at the store and get some brunch. This, THIS MOMENT HERE is when it all started. Actually it was with my phone, but that was nothing new. We turn on my lovely 2008 Hyundai Elantra (21k miles on it) and it just vibrates like a full back massage. And not the nice ones, the ones where it feels like they're shoving rocks into your back. Of course I started freaking out because WTF IS WRONG WITH MY CAR?! Mike says, "it's probably just warming up..." but it wasn't. After driving it a few feet, it just kept vibrating angrily at us whenever we were idle. We decided to take it to the shop, conveniently down the street from school.<br />
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Part Three of Angela's-Shit-Fest-Day:<br />
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We arrive at the dealership and vibrate our way up to the service station, me nearly in tears because WTF IS WRONG WITH MY CAR?! And as soon as we get out of the damned thing, a service man in blue comes out and says, "we don't service Hyundai's." I'm like, bitch I bought this from you! THIS IS YOUR PROBLEM NOW! But no, no it's not. So the man in blue tells us, "we just sell them, we don't service them. We do Cadillac and GM." It makes sense since it's a Cadillac and GM dealership, but FUCK YOU. "There's a Hyundai dealership on Van Nuys (aka: across the country), I can call them up for you." Fine, you go do that you blueberry. He calls, and they're like, "yeah come on down!" and everything was set, and we go on our way with our massage-mobile, me freaking out the whole way there.<br />
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Part Four of Angela's-Shit-Fest-Day:<br />
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NOW, we arrive at the Hyundai dealer, pull up into their service port, and one of the service men come out and ask wtf we're doing there and the formalities. We tell them everything in Part three: car's being fucktarded and my dealer called your dealer and made a deal to see my fucktarded car. They then tell me, "we never got a call, do you have an appointment?" ....YES. WE DID. So after some more freaking out we call up my dealer, and we're like, "yo, you fucked shit up." and she's like "who did you speak with?" "I don't remember his name but it's the man in the service station in the blue shirt." "Hmm, hold on please." Cue shitty broken music player. "Hello, do you remember anything from his name?" Mike tells me his last name started with an L. "His last name started with an L." "We don't have anyone with the last name beginning with L."<br />
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So apparently, a nonexistent man looked at my car and told me it things are all messed up. Great, I'm crazy!<br />
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Part Five of Angela's-Shit-Fest-Day:<br />
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Long story short here, there was a lot of hassle and a lot of me crying and calling people idiots (not to their face, I'm too nice to do that :D). They even told us to drive all the way the hell back to where I just came from because they're "booked." Well, maybe if your cars didn't break after 21k miles, you wouldn't be "booked." Anyway, they're trying to find a shuttle to take us back a measly five miles, and after 30 minutes of waiting, along with Mike eating every cookie they have to offer, and another 30 for me to get my ass into class (which conveniently starts an hour earlier than usual), I tell them to forget it and I call my mom to pick us up, and I call my mom. But wait! Even the simple task of "call mom" was too hard for my shitfuckphone, and it turned its ass off again. Eventually she came over, and we shove ourselves into her two seater truck and drive back.<br />
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Finally, I end up at class, an hour late, but thankfully my teacher was out of the room so I'm not sure if he noticed I just arrived or not. Since today was technically our "final" day, which is why we had to meet an hour earlier than usual, we were supposed to get out at 2:30. SUPPOSED TO. But nooooooooooooo, since we decided to just review for the MET (math exit exam) he says, "you can go when you're done with the packet." So I tell mom, "nevermind, I don't know when I'll be out, just park in the shade." She apparently didn't receive this until I texted her when I was out of class, so I waited until she drove over.<br />
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I told grandma what happened, and I expected her to call up the armed guards and the President or whoever she could get to try and return the car, since that wouldn't be the first time. But instead we just laughed about it, and she said I did the right thing.<br />
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Okay, okay, I MIGHT not have told her that the whole car was vibrating, as well as the engine, and I MIGHT have just told her that the check engine light was on...but can you blame me?! <br />
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The end.<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-20668006784227378392012-05-10T16:03:00.002-07:002012-05-10T16:15:29.419-07:00And Then There Was Macro. (PIX)"Flowers grow out of dark moments." - Corita Kent<br />
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It's Spring and everything is blooming. It's also fucking hot, and humid. Well today it's been pretty nice out, but with SoCal, you never know...<br />
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I took these like 2 weeks ago. I've figured out why my close ups started dwindling in quality, and that's because I totally forgot I had a macro setting on my camera. That's also because I haven't used it in a while, life has be my the nuts right now. That will be another post. <br />
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Anyway, once I remembered I had that wonderful setting, suddenly my close ups had significantly more detail, and I could focus on smaller flowers and detail. Close ups are my thing; I like detail. Plus, I've never really excelled in landscapes, and I think it's because my digital doesn't have the amount of options a professional camera has. For example, I can't buy a specific lens. My camera is automatic, so it's more limited. However, it really does a lot! The more I learn and discover what it can do, the more impressed I am. It may be the size of credit card, and not much thicker, but holy moley, it sure packs a punch for it's size. It was $200, and I know a lot of people wouldn't think much of a camera that cost (in the camera world) so little.<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-24054175132790101832012-04-14T00:08:00.001-07:002012-04-14T00:08:13.804-07:00We Went Camping Again. (PIX)K, I lied, I came back to post a couple pictures. This is what I have so far.<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-5552104876780013982012-04-14T00:00:00.004-07:002012-04-14T00:01:34.477-07:00This Needs To Be Clarified.<span style="font-size: x-large;">"You have enemies? Good, that means you stood up for something, sometime in your life."</span><br />
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This was originally said by <b>WINSTON CHURCHILL</b>. Not Eminem. If you're going to quote something, quote it correctly! And I don't care if Eminem did say it, you don't quote the second person to say it, they are not the original speaker. You must give credit where credit is due. I'm sure you get pissed when you hear some tween complaining the pop-star-of-the-week had their lyrics "stolen" by some artist from the 60s, don't you? And you're all like, "DO SOME RESEARCH, NOOB!" So don't do it yourself.<br />
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Kthanksbye.angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-83330637078267247842012-03-24T19:49:00.002-07:002012-03-24T19:49:37.097-07:00If I see ONE MORE Twilight/Hunger Games relation....I'm going to punch the person square in their fucking face.<br />
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Why is everyone relating Hunger Games to Twilight? Can someone fill me the fuck in, please? How on Earth are these two trilogies at all the same?!<br />
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All I've been hearing since Hunger Games announced it's movie:<br />
<i>Is Hunger Games finally going to replace Twilight? </i><br />
<i>Hunger Games is so much better than Twilight!</i><br />
<i>I like Hunger Games better than Twilight!</i><br />
<i>I liked Twilight better than Hunger Games! </i>(FREAK.)<br />
<i>Is Hunger Games the new Twilight?</i><br />
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Okay, idiots who keep comparing the two, here's the deal:<br />
They are NOT in any way, shape, or form the same type of story. The only relations the two have is that they are both "Young Adult," trilogies, written by women, and went from book-to-movie.<br />
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That's it. Do you see any sort of comparison, here? Why relate the two? Just because of these familiarities listed above? If that's it, you might as well related Hunger Games to like 60 other movies. If not more. Probably a lot more. Someone told me that it's because both went from book to movie, and I just don't get why compare the two because of that? I mean, again they have absolutely nothing in common with their plots.<br />
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Twilight is about how important it is to have a boyfriend (not my words, but can't find the direct quote). It's about a love triangle where a greedy, ignorant girl takes 3 books to decide which guy she wants to be with, and then when THAT finally happens, it's about if she wants to be a vampire or not.<br />
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Hunger Games isn't even supernatural. Everyone is human. It's about a girl who tries to gain the civilians of Panem freedom from their corrupt government that gives little to no fuck about them. It's about survival, the importance of family, friends, and standing together against a stronger evil. It's about doing what's right even if it's not what you want. It's about doing everything you can to keep your family and friends alive, and putting them before yourself.<br />
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So again, I'm completely fucking lost as to why EVERYONE is comparing the two. There's nothing to compare! Imagine if everyone was saying, <i>I liked Hunger Games more than Titanic! </i>Well, that's nice but how are the two plots even relevant?<br />
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I know I now sound like an over obsessed Hunger Games fan, but I'm not. I loved the book as much as the next person, but it's fucking annoying hearing everyone compare two totally different stories.angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-34450691165516843252012-03-23T07:00:00.000-07:002012-03-23T07:00:12.600-07:00Nature Shmature. (PIX)One of these things is not like the others!<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-31451256445316948522012-03-22T07:00:00.000-07:002012-03-22T07:00:01.629-07:00More Hayvenhurst. (PIX)<i>"Kind words do not cost much, yet they accomplish much."</i> - <b>Blaise Pascal </b><br />
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Note: We're about 10 miles away from the ocean, and if you look through the scope on top of the base, you can see it! We're <i>that</i> high. We also saw some ships floating around, being ships. Boats being boats. You can kind of make it out behind Mike, but unless you saw it for yourself you can't tell the difference. Also, yay L.A. pollution!angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-4344289949376391922012-03-21T14:57:00.002-07:002012-03-21T14:57:46.123-07:00Birthday!So it was my birthday mid February, and Mike took me to a shooting range! Unfortunately I only have one picture, since he didn't upload his own picture because he's got family on facebook and doesn't want them to know lol.<br />
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We shot a bolt action, and it was awesome. Mike was better at it than I was, especially with aiming, but I did pretty well myself :D<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-56853243023052786052012-03-21T14:47:00.004-07:002012-03-21T14:47:50.370-07:00Okay, okay.I'M SORRY.<br />
It's been months. MONTHS! I'm not usually this bad, and I have a really good reason!<br />
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I'm fucking tired. This semester is a no-nonsense semester. I've got accounting at fuckin' 8 in the morning, everyday, Monday through Thursday. As if accounting wasn't bad enough, it's early. I have to wake up at 6. I know, I know, there's a billion other people who wake up earlier than I do, but that doesn't make it much better. Then I've got math. We literally went from numbers to dividing and multiplying letters.<br />
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LETTERS. Is that even <i>possible?!</i> I swear they're just making this shit up so we have to stay in class longer. Oh, and the class is almost 3 hours long, with a not-so-merciful 10 minute break (I got a longer break with my 2 hour class!) Oy. At least the teacher is good.<br />
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Though I am being a bit of a wuss, since on Monday/Wednesday I'm home at around 1pm, and then I have a 3 day weekend... BUT STILL. I only have 3 classes, but they total 12 units, which is a full semester. Thank God I dropped my business class, or I don't know what I would do. Probably complain to Mike, which I already do quite often. Oh, how he puts up with me <span class="st">♥ </span><br />
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<span class="st">I've also been putting in job applications, which has worked and not worked. The first three places, to remain anonymous, had signs outside their little stores with "NOW HIRING!!" hanging. So I applied, like any other college student who's desperate for extra cash. Business number 1 told me, "we're not hiring right now, but we will be in a couple weeks. We're just accepting applications right now." That's great, so I went on my way, and called back 2 weeks later. Still not hiring, but they will in another few weeks! Call back a few weeks later, nope. Not hiring. </span><br />
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<span class="st">Business number 2, a popular general department/drug/grocery store again had a nice big sign up for everyone to see, "NOW HIRING!" So Mike, even though he's been hired to a security company, decided to apply with me. I think it was to convince me to apply (though I didn't put up much of a fight :P) and the way their online application process goes is they have a list of all their positions, and you click on the ones you wish to apply for. Every single one, even the manager positions, weren't hiring. Mike tried his, too, and the same thing. So he went to ask one of the employees about why it's not working, and they said, "oh yeah, that sign is always up. We're not actually hiring."</span><br />
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<span class="st">Third place! Same scenario, had a sign, applications to take and fill out, etc. I do just that, and turn it in. Call back a couple weeks later, speak to the manager and he says, "I'm busy right now, but if you give me your name and number I'll call you back." He never did. So I decided to call back again, and surprise surprise! "Oh we're not hiring at this location." </span><br />
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<span class="st">Like, fuck that. And I went over there a day or two after that (it was on the way to the grocery to Mikes old place) and guess what? They still had the sign up. </span><br />
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<span class="st">Sadly, I'll still eat there because their food is delicious. Bad for you, but delicious. I can't win!</span><br />
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<span class="st">So, chop chop, I'm going to upload a bunch of pictures, and I'll put them on a schedule so they can update one a day or so, that way I won't bombard you. I've got a ton of them, most still need editing which I'm going to do now. </span><br />
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<span class="st">Unless I fall asleep. </span><br />
<br /><span class="st"><br /></span>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-22882145931055800232012-02-08T22:02:00.000-08:002012-02-08T22:02:54.801-08:00Galaxy. (PIX)Accounting teacher after lecture: <i>Okay, any questions?</i>Me: <i>Can you repeat the part of the stuff where you said all about the things?</i> (Originally by <b>Homer Simpson</b>)<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-92051275317302548562012-01-28T01:35:00.000-08:002012-01-28T01:35:02.264-08:00Peace. (PIX)<i><span id="goog_747630326"></span><span id="goog_747630327"></span>"A word to the wise ain't necessary-- it's the stupid ones that need the advice."</i> - <b>Bill Cosby</b><br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-90057375756581027862012-01-05T02:32:00.000-08:002012-01-05T02:32:27.782-08:00Disneyhiemland. (PIX)Went to Disneyland for an early Birthday thingamajig for Mike :)<br />
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That place is 90% strollers. They should just call it Strollerland. They had stroller parking :| I'm never owning a stroller. I'll just duct tape my kids to my back, or teach them to hold on like monkeys/gorillas do. I also won't bring them to an amusement park when they can't even walk, or go on the rides.<br />
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I finally got to go on The Nightmare Before Christmas Haunted Mansion. I've been wanting to for over a decade, ever since it came out really. I went the first time when I was still a little tot, and the actors running around scared the bejesus out of me, so we never went on it. Second time I went to Disneyland was 12th grade grad night, and it wasn't Halloween/Christmas yet so no TNBC :(<br />
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Everything on that ride was decked out in TNBC decorations. Yes, I went crazy. I was bouncing in my seat and Mike was laughing at me the whole time. We then went to the TNBC store, and I'm not sure if I regret going in or not. The merchandise is <b>so expensive</b>. They sold stuff that the Disney store doesn't put online, or even in stores, but I still could not afford it. Well, I could if I didn't want to eat for 2 weeks. So then I went hopping around the store squealing and picking up everything, just to find that I couldn't even get stickers. Hell, I couldn't even get a PILLOW.<br />
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After Mike laughing at me more and then dragging me out of the store before I stole everything, we went on the Buzz Lightyear ride. Twice. It was nearly 12am so the park was closing more or less, and the wait times were FIVE. MINUTES. Someone got 3 million points. I call hax. I did pretty well, 420,000 I think. Second time I did worse. Not sure how that happened. Mike got like a bizillion.<br />
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My second favorite ride was Roger Rabbit :D It's all neon and whacky. I only went on it the first time I went to Disneyland, because at grad night they closed ToonTown :(<br />
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I also never got my funnel cake. I never get my funnel cake :( 6 bucks for funnel cake! That's like seven dollars in Canada money. I guess that's one good reason to not live in Canada.<br />
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We went on Big Thunder Mountain. I must say that was the most comfortable ride I've ever been on. Mike's expression was slightly surprised the whole time, and from that I couldn't stop laughing the entire ride. It didn't help when he looked at me like, "the fuck you laughing for?" It was a "you had to be there" moment. <br />
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And then we went on Splash Mountain. At like 10pm. I couldn't have my glasses on so all the drops were surprises. I was also right in front. And then... wetness. Everywhere. Well actually just my face, knees and shoes. Do you know how awkward it is to walk when the knees of your jeans are wet?<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-35053277070164791912012-01-05T00:25:00.000-08:002012-01-05T00:33:48.525-08:00Camping! Sort Of... (PIX)<i>"Earth laughs in flowers."</i> - <b>Ralph Waldo Emerson</b><br />
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So Mike and I went camping again. Different campsite, same forest. I don't have all of them ready, but I've had these two for a while and if I don't post them now I may forget to do it again.<br />
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-85610118522870323542012-01-05T00:20:00.000-08:002012-01-05T00:20:14.125-08:00Tossed Together. (PIX)<i>"You know the problem, we don't want to believe what we know."</i> - <b>Yann Arthus-Bertrand</b><br />
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<b> </b>angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-85712979570696393012011-12-04T01:41:00.001-08:002011-12-04T02:10:07.817-08:00'Bout Freakin' Time, Yo. (PIX)<i>"Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts."</i> - <b>Walker Evans</b><br />
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Why is it so fucking complicated to upload pictures on here? Like, fuck. All I want to do is add a fucking space between my photos, but apparently that's TOO FUCKING HARD FOR BLOGGER TO COMPREHEND. ENTER MEANS NEXT LINE, NOT TAB.<br />
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Now that <i>that's</i> out of the way....<br />
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Man, I haven't posted pictures in a while. Took these on Mike and I's trip to <a href="http://findyourselflove.blogspot.com/2011/03/only-irish-coffee-provides-in-single.html" target="_blank">Stony Point,</a><br />
And one of rain. I think it rained later that night.<br />
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I'm on Pandora Radio; does Avril Lavigne really have to cuss so much in her songs? It just makes her music go from meaningful, to annoying girlfriend. Oh well. Enjoy!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also, does anyone know what these are? There were like 6 of them and I've never seen them around here before... o.O</td></tr>
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<br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1505764013413396149.post-68040918388699546362011-11-27T02:16:00.001-08:002011-11-27T02:19:46.854-08:00Funeral Arranger?In my few months of job/career searching, I came upon one that's been
growing in demand. It's odd, but it's a Funeral Arranger. I've looked it
up a few times and it says that there's no particular criteria for it,
and you do some personal training with mentors, company bonuses and
tips, and a yearly income of $75k or higher. <br /><br />I really want to
call in about this, but I'm not sure. If I can get a car I could totally
do it, but I feel weird about it. Is that weird? It didn't have any
specific age and I could talk to people and console and arrange things,
I'm good at organizing.<br /><br />Now I'm rambling my thoughts out to here. Anyone have some advice? I sort of feel like it's a "sign" that I should at least call up about it, since how often do you randomly come across an add for a Funeral Arranger job? Haha.<br />
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And I'm sorry I haven't posted much in a bit; it's getting to the last few weeks of school and I've gone into a sort of "I want to hide under a rock" mode with all the pressure of finding classes, finding a career to pursue, finding a part time job, and trying to find a goddang car. You guys remember those issues with my grandma and the car buying, right? Well imagine that times 100 and that's what I'm in NOW. Cannot into win...<br />
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So I should be up and running when break comes along. <br />angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00650009673360125336noreply@blogger.com1