I made one a long time ago but didn't know how it worked so I just quite it, so august I think I gave it another try and now i am absolutly in love with it. Its a place where you can totally express your inner most deepest secrets through pictures text, videos, audio or quotes. Its an opprutunitly to meet new people and network. For example one of my favorite blogs, is a girl from Australia, things like that amaze me. Smh this technology sure is a nifty thing lol.
My spring break was cool, really calm and chill. I spent almost the whole break over my cousin house and she got me thinking.
I am really going to college. Like its not a game anymore, this is for real. This is real life and the near future. This means new friends new faces new experiences and new memories that are to be created.
We always were talking about fake friends and grimy people in our lives. I had to think, I never really got that close to anybody for them to "snake" me, but she had me rethink a lot of recent things that happened before I left for spring break.
So all in all, the time for cutting ppl completely off is here and more apparent than ever
1. ¿Cuáles son tus puntos fuertes (strengths)? ¿Cuáles son tus puntos débilies (weaknesses)? Se puede usar la criteria en la rúbrica de Responsibilidades Estudiantiles. 2. ¿En qué quieres mejorar (improve) en tus últimas semanas de tus estudios de español aquí? ¿Cómo vas a hacer para mejorar tu español? 3. ¿Qué quieres aprender todavía?
Lo que respondes aquí va a aparecer en tu "narrative."
So today was Easter. Being Polish honestly needs to come with a instruction manual. Or at least being me. There are so much traditions that Polish people unlike a lot of Americans that I see in the US. I had to dress up for a freaking breakfast. I wore a really nice long sleeve shirt with black jeans and dress shoes to a 9am breakfast. We prayed for about 10 minutes before sharing piece of a holy egg. Then we brought out a lot of traditional food like tartar (Grinded up raw meat with a lot of spices in it), lots of holy egg, lots of holy bread and FISH. I strongly dislike fish. I personally follow the traditions as lightly as possible (parental conditions permitting). Then I have to dress up the same way for dinner. Mind you it is hot as balls with jeans on at this point. It was not comfortable what so ever. I could not relax much as there was always something to do around the house... I could not have a social life because it was not allowed.... Its definitely a sacrifice I have to make however in the end the family cohesiveness is worth it. I live a strange life sometimes. Traditions make me go pray on Halloween night instead of trick or treat. Make me eat weird Polish food that I dont even have an appetite for on Christmas and Thanksgiving. However they also allow me to have a great time, particularly around New Years Eve. Ups and downs.
Today I filled out my roommate form for Geneva College. I said that she should be nice and shouldn't snore or stay up really late being loud or have an issue with me putting glow in the dark stars on the wall. I don't think that's too much to ask.
The ultimate sign of a good spring break: no wasted days. I was all over the east coast this past week, doing everything from partying at Penn to visiting family in NY to going to the beach with friends. This was by far the best spring break I've had throughout my time in high school. That was, until, I realized we still had stories due during that time. I honestly had no time to post stories during the week, and I know my grade may suffer for it, but it was worth it.
After 4years i decided to pick guitar again cause the teacher i had before hand didn't really teach me he just told me what i was doing wrong then would jam out and play for 5 minutes before i could fix what i was doing wrong. so i told my friend that i was gonna play again and he told me i could'n't because people with small hands are bad at guitar or will never be able to play guitar fully. that only made me mad and more determined. I also broke my E-string tuning it.
Some useful information that you would need to relate to this incident in anyway is that my mom is a animal lover and sometimes I get the feeling that she care more about our 2 cats then she does about my own self. Anyway the day was great, i came home from work tired but happy for some reason. My mom was out and about doing her own things and for a second she steps out to smoke a cigarette. My dad comes home happy because he had a lot of business that day, but as he comes home he steps on my cats tail and all you hear thorughout the whole house is a loud shriek, the usual of what happens when someone steps on our cats tail. All hell breaks loose with that shriek. My mom rushes in the house hitting my dad because he got furious at the cat and attempted to kick it. They yell and argue for the next 30 minutes. Im stuck in the middle and I can not even ask for a sandwich (I had to make it myself :/) because everyone was in a bad mood. All because of a damn cat. So who should i put the blame on here? My mom for being such a caring person (too caring), my father for having such a temper with the cat and trying to kick it, or the damn cat which should not of been standing by the doorway in the first place. Ugh.
Recently I have gotten into contact with some old friends that used to go with me to Polish school every Saturday. It is kind of surprising how modern technology can link lost bonds. Facebook did a good thing to me as now I have some new but old Polish friends around in the community. Now if I only had more time for them, that would be a nice thing as well. Work takes up so much time, hopefully I will be able to cope.
Ah it really is a joy when you find a person that you can just blatantly speak with on the phone with for over an hour about anything in life really. As long as you have something to uphold it really feels nice. For me on Thursday night I think I found that person. I am really interested where everything leads to if all of this continues...
A whole mob of people are fighting outside my bedroom window right now. A dude broke a window with a brick and some dude keeps calling some girl really horrible dirty names. And a lot of guys are beating the snot out of each other. Now there is police sirens. Here's a picture of my dead grandfather. He died when I was seven. He stormed the beaches at Normandy.