Stop That.

Let me begin to compile a mound of things that irritate me the most and the things that get under my skin. I don't complain too much, which is why I think my list is extremely in depth. Regardless if you feel me or not, don't take anything personal.

"Banana noise," the noise people make when mushing bananas in their mouth. One to two worded text messages. Condensation in water bottles. Excess rain where it leaves me afraid to drive. Chipped nail polish. Water on public restroom counters. Toilets that are left not flushed. Clogged toilets. Traffic. Traffic causing slow drivers. Photo enforced signal lights. Parking signs, they're never clear enough. People that can't differentiate the differences between "there", "they're", and "their." People that say "good" when the question or answer calls for a "well." Arrogance is so unattractive. People with five faces. Unnecessary voice mails, do not leave me one, unless it is urgent. Slow walkers. Slow talkers. Waiting for a text response. Public nose pickers. Waiting in line for a public restroom, it's always so awkward. People that don't wash their hands after going pee. Oily hair. I hate the Korean word for "poo" and "smell." I can't stand bad breath. Girls that don't give other girls a chance. Boys that give girls only a chance because we have boobs. Compulsive liars. Indefinite people. Wet socks. Wet shoes. Wet clothes. Damp towels. Rotten fruit. Losing cell phones. Overdraft fees. Thinking I found a parking spot, but a small ass vehicle or a motorcycle is conveniently parked in the spot. Being late. Open mouth chewers. Quiet to no conversations during a meal. Hearing "sorry" too much. Screaming babies. People that interrupt. Promise breakers. Waking up from a great dream. Lukewarm showers and low water pressure. People that use the phone over three times in the car for a long amount of time. Not getting enough sleep. Having so many irritations.



I don't take a lot of these too seriously. Some of these are just petty things that I definitely can deal with. I know I'm a hypocrite and do a lot of these things, but doesn't stop me from having my own opinions. But I guess I'm pretty bitchy.

DILLIGAF?

"Hype beasts" in the San Gabriel Valley are not approachable nor do they ever approach you. I went to PCC today to attend my morning class, and I know that one of the many "beasts" in my class wanted to make a comment on The Hundreds tote bag that Brian gave me, but the boy was definitely not man enough to say anything. Instead, I could hear him whispering to his friend who was decorated in excessive colors that were splashed over his fitted hat, Afghan scarf, way too new Nike dunks, and every brand on Fairfax and Melrose, not even exaggerating. Inside I laughed, but on the outside I didn't give a f*ck.

Oh, and by the way, I NEED THIS:

Married to the Mob - The Lady Miss Silk Cardigan (size small) - $110

What's new? I always want something. But this cardigan is screaming my name and my whole being.


Brain Wrinkle:
My title is in reference to one of many clever shirts by MTTM and it stands for "do I look like I give a fuck?"


Image Courtesy: Karmaloop

08 'Til Infinity.

I just about died when I saw how adorable the 5th Collaboration tee between The Hundreds and Diamond was. Not only is it reminiscent of "the good ol' days" but to me the illustration and characters have so much symbolic meaning. Recent situations and issues have really put a damper on my mood and being, but this shirt made me giggle and made me realize that all things we're going to work out and become even better than they were before. I just have to have a little bit of faith, referring back to my "Dom Bomb" post.



--and more to come.


Image Courtesy: bobbyhundreds for The Hundreds

Piece of Shit.

I LOVE THIS DOG.
Oh, Beefy.

J'Adore.

Just a few of my favorite things.
Je t'aime.

Talk to Me.

As some of you may know, I am aspiring to become an elementary school teacher, or perhaps a high school teacher. My whole world has turned...a little bit. The economy is awful right now, especially in California. All state funding for public schools is out of the picture and is causing even many seasoned teachers to lose their jobs. Not good, seeing that I want to become a teacher within the next three years. By that time there will be virtually no jobs for me. This is why I knew I should have majored in Biochemistry and became a pharmacist. Anyways, that's me going on a tangent.



To be completely frank, I'm scared out of my mind at the thought of me not being able to find a job. What will make me stand out for the better? My looks won't get me too far, my "charm" won't do the trick, and these days having too many qualifications has become a bad thing. This is why after talking to some friends, I am considering changing my major or even double majoring in Liberal Studies AND/OR Communication Disorders & Sciences-B.A. My prerequisites are pretty much parallel with a few extra units and some classes that I should have taken, but opted for easier ones. So basically, I might be in school for a longer time than I had hoped for, but as long as I am guaranteed a job at the end of the tunnel and I'm helping people through my career, I am happy.

What does Communication Disorders & Sciences open doors to? Well first of all, in this major I'd basically be studying speech and language pathology and audiology. I would be a Speech Therapist. I could either be plugged into schools or into any hospital (preferably a children's hospital, since I love kids) and work with folks that have difficulty understanding or putting words together to communicate ideas (i.e. stuttering, articulation, voice disorders, receptive disorders, etc.).

Hello, I am Jane and I am in my junior year of college and I am freaking out.

Seriously Again?

My life and mind have been all over the place the past week. My mind and heart aren't at a healthy place in life and I definitely need to get things back in order. I know I may seem cold, I may seem emotionless, but on the inside I am screaming, on the inside I am dying. Life is full of obstacles, but I never knew so many could be thrown at a person at one time. I often ask myself what I did wrong? I often ask myself if it is my karma. In no way, shape, or form do I feel sorry for myself. I am very blessed, and I know every inch of that part of my life. Just so many different situations and conflicts hardened my heart and twisted my outlook on life. I need to fall off the face of this Earth for a little bit.

Ugh, I'm so lame.

QWERTY and T9.

One thing about me is that when someone texts me, I always feel obliged to respond. And not just respond with a short "yes" or an abrupt "ok" but a full on sentence. Going back to what we learned in grade school, a sentence usually encompasses a subject noun, a verb, and a direct object. 3 out of 5 people in my life ALWAYS text the shortest responses known to man, and sometimes it's frustrating. I just let petty things of this matter peeve me.

I guess it's easier for me to respond with paragraphs rapidly because I have a QWERTY keypad but even when I used T9, I would respond with at least 3 words and an ending punctuation and occasionally throw in a smiley (I love smiley faces and emoticons). I've just sat through too many grueling minutes of waiting for an anticipated response that my life usually depends on and all I get is an "alright," FML. If it's easier for some people to respond with one word, then so be it, I have no right to try to change that.

But I just wanted to vent how annoying it is.
And next time you text me, throw me a bone.

Dream Outfit.

I just about died when I saw how chic and wonderful Maryna Linchuck looked in her leather jacket and over sized shades. I will make my best efforts to mimic this outfit.


Image Courtesy: Jak&Jil

Cerise Délicieuse.

This afternoon, Vangie and I got together to talk over some frozen yogurt and eye shop for expensive purses. This time we decided to go to Cé Fiore inside the Santa Anita Mall, I haven't had frozen yogurt in almost months so I almost forgot the taste of "original." I usually order a mini original with granola, almonds, and blueberries. But this time around, something else caught my eye. New to the Cé Fiore family is "Golden Cherry," and of course I had to try it.



And it was delicious.
Except towards the end it became far too sweet and a bit nauseating.
Regardless, I love all things cherry.

WHY WHY WHY?!

Why must Verizon get the "latest" phones the latest?


Blackberry Curve for T-Mobile.

I know, we do have the the Blackberry Storm. It's a very high tech phone. I haven't quite yet caught onto the touch screen band wagon. I don't like it one bit. As Bobby Hundreds stated in one of his posts for The Hundreds, "what is wrong with buttons?" I like being able to push individual buttons without worrying about how many typos I have and plus, I can't stand fingerprints on shiny surfaces.

Anyways, I want the new Blackberry Curve. Since Verizon will never get the Blackberry Bold. Rumors have been flying around saying that May 2009, Verizon should be receiving a phone just like T-Mobile's Blackberry Curve, but it will be renamed The Niagara (gay name). I'd still get it though. Sigh, I need all the Blackberries in the World.

Let's BBM.

I Have Faith.

Don't bother asking.

Dolled Up.

Of course, MAC Cosmetics has collaborated with Hello Kitty of Sanrio and has birthed the most beautiful products I have ever seen. Honestly, I would only use the lip & blush products, but I still love everything. So smart of them to do that, it's about time. The entire collection is "ballerina gone bad." Frou frou with a nice touch of bad ass.
Very reminiscent of the Heatherette collection MAC had last Spring. I'm dying right now.

Uh, buy me everything, please.

Water for My Sole.

This morning was as typical as any morning, I woke up, took a shower, and struggled to find an outfit that satisfied my mood. As usual, I threw on a few different outfits and finally I reverted back to my original idea. I debated between boots and flats, I knew it was raining a little bit, but I had no idea just how hard it was raining. Something was tugging at me to opt for my boots, but I chose the flats.



I walked out of the house, somewhat in a rush to get to my destination point when to my dismay, I stepped into a camouflaged puddle of 20 degree rain water that was cleverly disguised in dead leaves and debris. My heart died and my foot sank. And the only thing that groaned out of my mouth was a solid, "EFFFFFFFF." Not even a millimeter of my right foot was dry, every area of my shoe was dancing in water and I swear I even saw frost form on my foot. I quickly ran inside, slipped my boots on, looked in the mirror, and giggled at myself. It's typical for something like that to happen to me. I swear it doesn't even phase me anymore.

Note to self: Go with gut instinct.

Side Note: I am so stoked, I bought a pair of RVCA black denim pants for $20 (Retail $88). My friend convinced me to go inside a Pacsun (I haven't shopped at Pacsun in over 5-6 years) and I spotted the denim from 30 feet away. I had been wanting a pair like this. A bargain is a beautiful thing.

Meet Peeve.

It hadn't hit me until this past week, the usage of the slang word "naw." urbandictionary.com defines the three letter word as follows, "It just means 'no'; Laid-back demurral, with overtones of not taking the original statement too seriously."

SO TRUE.
I've found myself taking some offense to this word when it is often relayed to me when asking a question or chime an opinion. Whatever happened to just saying the normal "no"?

Example:
Jane: Hey, you like eating soup on cold days, right?"
Dick: Naaaaw, I like burgers, I thought you knew that.
Jane: Oh, okay...

Beg to differ, but I find the male species muttering "naw" more often than females.
Perhaps it's easier for a person to just open their mouth and let their jaw drop and let this ugly "naaaaw" sound come out from the depths of one's belly, but please, do me a favor and don't ever say this word when in a conversation with me.
Whatever the situation may be, I think most people would much rather hear a direct "no" because honestly, "naw" is somewhat demeaning and never ceases to sound ignorant.

This was a pointless post.

Super Downsize Me.

I am cracking today. For lunch I plan on eating a No.3, the Quarter Pounder with Cheese Value Meal, from McDonald's. I have been pretty disciplined the past three weeks with eating smaller portions, protein shakes, snacking on almonds and blueberries, and running three miles religiously every other day.

The result so far, I have lost about an inch all around (5 lbs.). My goal is to lose about another inch, which will mean I will finally be able to fit into my size 27 Seven jeans I have waiting for me. I can't stand being out of shape and it's almost become an ugly obsession of mine. Being a curvy woman standing at a high 5'6" and weighing 130 lbs., I always feel huge compared to friends that are 5'3" and weigh 115 lbs.

I usually go shopping at least once a week, but since I began whipping myself back into shape I refuse to buy any articles of clothing until I am completely satisfied with my size. It hasn't been just about my weight and size that concern me, but also my health. I was born with a heart condition and since I made an endeavor to run on a daily, I have felt healthier and my heart has been beating at a slower pace.


I'm almost there.