What have I gotta do!!!

Please keep this young woman and her family in your prayers.

Mellow Monday

There I go with alliterations again xD. Now, I know what you're thinking. "Julie, it's not Monday anymore!" Shut up.

On a fairly recent trip to the Carmel-by-the-sea toy store, I bought a 300 piece jigsaw puzzle that my sister and I could work on. Before I tell you what the puzzle was called, please note--I did not pick it out. *sigh* it was called "Magisches Einhorn" or "Magical Unicorn." -_________-"

ANYWAY, we started off Mellow Monday by finishing the 300-piece jigsaw puzzle. Talk about accomplishment!

I then frittered away the majority of the afternoon (after finishing chores) snuggled up in the couch watching Julia Child. As I was about to fall asleep, I got a call from my cousin-in-law saying that she was stopping by to drop off my graduation present.

Around dinner time she came over with a huge crate box with a big red ribbon on it. I couldn't help but be reminded of A Christmas Story. LOL, I die. But geez, I LOVE MY COUSIN. The contents of the box were as follows:
1. A tin reusable water bottle.
2. Madonna T-shirt
3. A Dress
4. A scarf
5. A towel
6. Flip-flops
7. NEW FLATS.
College survival kit, much? :D
I need to remember to give her a call to thank her later; she spoils me too much D':

Anyway, enough of sounding like a ditsy chick. Moving right along.

I ended the night (or morning?) with the 1919 silent film entitled Broken Blossoms


"His love remains a pure and holy thing."

It's also called "the Yellow Man and the Girl." The main character guy is a Caucasian trying to play a China-man. I'm guessing it was really bright where he was, because he kept squinting his eyes. =_____=" The fuckin' nerve. LOL, but it was still a gorgeous, sweet movie with a bitter ending. I cried like a baby. Loved it.

Well, those were the "un-events" of yesterday...I should go before I spend most of my Tuesday talking about Monday. Toodles~!

I Love This Movie.

"Those who are hardest to love need it the most."
-The Peaceful Warrior

Dear Leslie,

**I couldn't post a comment on your damn blog, so I'm just gonna post it here.

Un reblog
May 2nd, 2011 (03:43 pm)

I try and avoid thinking as long term as possible.

Yeah it’s great to plan ahead and such, and of course the further the better, in theory, but I always keep in mind that I’m an overthinker. I take simple concepts and stretch them out mentally. The more ahead of myself I get the more variables and possibilities I open up that I have to contemplate, which leads to more thinking.

And that’s detrimental to my cool calm exterior.

Keep it short, keep it simple.

^Me in a nutshell. Except maybe the calm exterior part. hehe.

You know what killsss me? My blog has no format or pattern. It's like a total mash up of irrelevant/somewhat relevant things. It's all ovah the place. I guess it really does represent me :/ .....I try. Sometimes I get on this perfectionist shit. Clearly, none of the stuff I write is perfected (to my standards at least) but....I still get this unsettling feeling looking at my posts. It's some half-assed sh**. Then when I try to fluff it up, I'm still like.....this is some verbose bs man. It's like cutting a christmas tree.

Be perfect.................!

Sometimes my insecurities and doubts are so crippling, and I don't want to expose that part of me that acts with uncertainty. Don't wanna front, this is an issue. I'm hesitant to give out too much. I just don't know. I need help ):< like...I choose to who and when to give because I can't consistently be a certain way to everyone. It's a downer. I have a distorted self image. can't. function. So what is the solution to this problem? Look at the dude above I just quoted from. He's smart, he knows himself well and knows what he needs to limit about himself. But what's more applaudable other than taking precautions to not overthink, is to simply not overthink. It's like the best way would be thinking long term in moderation, rather than not thinking long term at all. Because if you're just all *avoid avoid, then you won't be able to think long term when you actually need to, when it's actually beneficial to you. Think about that! It's like when an alchoholic knows not to go to parties to avoid putting himself in risky situations where alchohol is present. Why not just tackle the problem directly and not be an alchoholic period. Is it really out of his control? Or isn't addiction a "choice" like many have said. Because suckily, you won't stop being an achoholic until you can sit with it in front of your face and make yourself not want it. Face the problem, hasn't that always been the right way to deal? Nonetheless, avoidance indicates some type of self awareness. But I guess acknowledgement is not fixation. It's only the first step to fixation. I seem to like making useless distinctions. Gotta cut back on that a bit.


We as human beings have many minds--the over thinker, the passive aggressive, the uncertain, the assertive, and I like how your blog reflects that. I think you're absolutely right in saying that avoiding the mind that you don't like is not the answer, but facing it, getting to know it, finding what's good about it, learning to control it, and putting it on and taking it off like a familiar shirt. AND THINKING IS GOOD; NO DISTINCTION IS USELESS. You inspire me, gurl! Embrace your many minds and be a human being!!

MWAH~! <3

-Julie

Threshold Thursday

Aptly named blog post, even if it is a little cheesy as all alliterations are.

How do I describe graduation? It's like that 16th birthday party you've been planning for months and months and months. You're fussing over your dress, guest lists, food, decorations, and the anticipation and excitement escalates so much that the feeling becomes tangible. The day finally comes and before you know it, it's over. You're 16.
That's how graduation was for me, the ceremony itself *POOF* came and went. It was the end of my high school career and free education. One minute I'm an EV senior, the next minute an EV alumnus. Heinous. But then I remembered something that a sagacious man told me: "Happiness is in the doing, not the done." Sometimes, the destination isn't the thing you remember, but the journey. Our destination was graduation. Our journey was high school. And the journey is all that matters.

SO, HOW 'BOUT SOME PICTURES?! (click to zoom)

My mom made me that garland. She told me that carnations represented victory in Vietnam, given to those who were considered heroes. She said "This is congratulations in advance for your PHd." HURR HURR x__x"

All joking aside, it was an amazing journey. Congratulations class of 2011. We fuckin' made it.

Just Breathe.

"True happiness is not just seeking it for yourself, but finding it in others."
-Julie Dang (LOL I FEEL LIKE A SAGE.)

I'd like to take this moment to point out...

That the senior class of 2011 got out of school on 20/11. GENIUS.

Last Choir Concert

A night of nostalgia, congratulations, and of course, song.

1. Jambo:


2. Con te Partiro (Time To Say Goodbye):


3. Good Night:


4. Praise His Holy Name:


5. Gloria:

Loving perspective.

Julie's not having such a great day. But you know what? It's coo' because everything can be solved with SEX. That is Sleeping well, Eating well, and X-ercise. Haaaa.. gotcha xD

Love,
Sore Tush.

GOLLY...

This is going to get messy.
Let me just give you a summation of how I'm feeling right now. In poetic(?) verse. Why? Because when I drop the F - bomb, I can do so in the name of art. Let's begin.
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Ode to Finals by Julie Dang

FUCK YOU.

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I find it funny how test questions manage to SKEW the English language to try to fuck you over in the most life-determining hour or two...fucking ever.

I've always preferred multiple choice questions over short answer, but when the question contradicts itself, bending backwards and flipping around like fuckin' Cirque du Soleil...I mean, come the frick on! There'd be questions that go something like "What is not never untrue, but not always true of not this never not, not?" (you may think I exaggerate, but this is a pretty close depiction to what I read after staying up so late the night before, haaaaaa...cramming.)
No one can fathom the level of FUCKERY....

Matching is my favorite, it's like marrying couples--each number has a soulmate, a life partner. Until Madame Williams came along. She comes in a fucks up the balance, making shit like "some letters can be used twice," or "not all letters will be used." Why? We're not monsters! Why does A get with 1,3 and 4, while G is all by his motherfucking self?

I never liked true or false, because the questions are so sketchy. A question would go something like "are bees black?" then a million other questions sprout in my head like "what kind of bees?" or "Honey bees are also yellow, right?" then, finally, "Why, for fuck's sake?"

*PHEW* I feel one hundred percent better, now. Going to now detach myself from all this anger and head to bed early for calc final MANANA. GOOD NIGHT, WORLD!

Love,
unafraid - of - being - an - unjustified - bitch ;D

Boyfriend's going to my choir concert....

.....

:O

BOYFRIEND'S GOING TO MY CHOIR CONCERT!!! :D :D :D

Wow, I sound like a tit. But dat's coo.'

MY BOYFRIEND'S COMING TO MY FUCKING CHOIR CONCERT.

Long overdue Christmas present

I finally finished the scarf I was knitting for Leslie. It's a terrible shot of it, and I put it on without a mirror =___=".

Anyway, hope you like it, Leslie!!

Love,

Gramma Julie.

At the Brink

I'm about to lose it. I have 2 more chances to bring my grade up in calculus, and for the past week I've been staring at the situation idly, going kamikaze on the potential outcome. I am detrimentally screwed.

*neeeoooooooooooo......BOOOSH* >_>"

Witty Wednesday

Feeling anything but witty today. Wonky, weird, whack, maybe...but those sound enormously cheesy. Then again, to be perfectly honest, most or all alliterations sound cheesy to some degree. I digress.

"Detachment" from an emotion is a concept that I feel is hard to grasp (not as hard to grasp as calculus, otherwise I'd be doing my final project...alas...). Our generation is so stressed, unhappy, bored, depressed. We feel pains that could be fixed simply with a good cry and some reflection, but instead we seek out distraction to fill the void. ( I saw we because I, too, am guilty x___x) Morrie says "detach" from the depression or anger by first attaching yourself to it, getting familiar with it, so its familiarity will allow you to let it go. I know, I was confused, too. :(

Maybe I can think of it this way. When I'm hungry, there is a void in my stomach. Thus, I am compelled to eat. If I were to eat an apple or two, I'd be well filled, my hunger completely satiated. Instead, I choose to eat Hot Cheetos, or the like. And because the chemical flavors are so addicting, I eat a handful, come back hungry 15 minutes later, and eat another handful, and so on...next thing I know, my body is responding with breakouts and weight gain. In the same way, when I'm upset, there's a void. A void that could be easily filled with a few minutes of crying. Instead, I choose to go on youtube or facebook to try to stifle this frustration. I feel better, come back upset 15 minutes later and watch more videos. And so the cycle continues, and gradually along with frustration comes depression, anger, etc. I think that maybe learning to detach is simply recognizing the hot cheetos from the apples...

Blah, thinking is strenuous. Just like apples are hard to chew. But both are good for you, haha.

*edit*
This post was brought to you by my embarrassingly disjunct thoughts >.>

Tangled Tuesday

Feeling sporadically energetic today.

Also inevitably exhausted.

BUT DAT'S COO.'

Today in class we talked about living life in moments. Maybe, I think, I do squander the good moments and shoo away the bad ones. And we wonder why life goes by so fast.
Maybe I should start to embrace these things--the anticipation for the bell to ring, the boredom I sometimes feel,the frustrated late night hours of homework, the peace I feel right before I fall asleep. Good or bad, these seconds, minutes, hours are a part of life. And I guess if we want to "live life the fullest" (as so many people say, but I doubt ever truly believe) we have to accept both sides of the spectrum; the tears as well as the laughter.

Well, my 2 cents for the day...better post this before it's Wednesday and the title of this thing becomes invalid.

Mental Monday

Up until recently, my opinion of myself has been based on the opinions others have of me. My aunt says I'm gaining weight, suddenly I look hideous in everything I wear. My friends say I talk too much, I become inaudible. My sister says I dance like a quack, suddenly I back out of the dance floor. My mom tells me my grades are insufficient and that I'll never make anything out of my life, and I believe her.

If given the chance, would I go back in time to change my ways? Work out more, dance with a smaller level amateur ability, be a better student? Hell no.

A person who wishes to go back in time suffers from man's second deadliest disease--regret. I, however, am diagnosed with the deadliest of all diseases--life. And regrets are something I cannot afford, especially when I only have 65 (give or take) years left to live.

People always tell me that I'm my worst critic. But, if that's true, I could also be my biggest fan. Capiche?