Google

totally obsessed with the idea of working at Google... and may be applying to jobs that I don't really qualify for. Why some might ask...It may be that they've been on the top companies to work for for the past few years with good benefits, stocks, corporate is nice, blah blah blah what not... or it may be because i've stalked their what its like to work for seattle/kirkland google office photo page... but none the less... i'm obsessed.


oh well perhaps they will like my soc background??!!
hopefully...
fingers crossed...
throwing pennies in the wishing well...
looking for the first star i see tonight...
anybody have a wishbone lying around...

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After meeting some of her long time friends at her wake, I finally realized part of what I've always been told is true... I am almost exactly like my Yiayia (and I hope that I will always be).

Her wedding picture was up, and her greek girlfriends rearranged the chairs in the room to surround her and it. They were crying, talking, crying, talking, pointing, turning around to look at me and my father, gossiping, laughing, crying, talking, crying, talking, pointing, turning around to look at me, gossiping, laughing, crying and repeating the cycle again and again. After about the fifth time, I finally asked my father what they were saying, and it was "you look exactly like Yiayia".
It was something that I was always told but never saw myself... perhaps because I was too close to the situation, or because at the point where I finally started to look her hunched stature and gravity had made it a little to difficult for me to see the resemblance. But there, in that room, looking at her wedding picture I saw the resemblance, and I realized that I want the resemblance to go further than just our looks.
I was told things about my Yia Yia, things that I knew, like that she loved to have people around her and to talk for what seemed like forever. And things that I didn't know, like that she had a way of talking to people, listening to them, and remembering facts about them that nobody knew she retained. Her friends would be shocked when she called up two weeks later to make sure that doctors appointment of their nephew went ok. Information, and tidbits that her friends and nurses wouldn't remember telling her about, but her remembering specific details. She genuinely cared about not only these select few people that came religiously in the last few years to her home bound side, but about everyone that she was connected to- even if it was in the smallest way, like the pharmacist who she had never met. She not only cared about these people but they cared about her. She had a spark, and energy about her that caused people to genuiely carea bout her has well. Like that pharmasist, who she had never met face to face had expressed heartfelt concern and sympathy for our family's loss.
That is the part of her that I hope I will inheret or at least learn how to become, to care not only about my family and friends, but to care about every person that I come across in my life. I want to have that spark that she had, that enabled people to open up to her and get to know them, in a way that not many people do.
So from this trip that was meant to say have a good rest Yiayia, I left with more, a desire to be like her, not only in looks, but in heart, mind, and soul.

That is my hope. To be like my Yiayia, in more ways than one.

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comparison photo will be posted soon.

Positive

unofficial alternate.

today

I officially finished college.
I took my last ever scan-tron test and started at question number 1 and before filling in bubble number 50... i paused, pencil poised on top of the paper, and I contemplated what college has been like for me these past four years. I've changed. Not a doubt in my mind that I've changed... but thats what college is supposed to be like. I've found out things that I really don't like about my self but I am striving to change them, I've found out things that I love about myself and I hope and pray that those things will stay with me for years on end. I've met so many different types of people that have opened my eyes to different lifestyles and upbringings that people have experienced that make people either drastically different or radically the same as I am, yet still we all are still each and everyone of us, an individual. I've met people that I know are not the types of people that I want to have in my life, and people that I want to forever be in my life. I've seen traits in people that I really despise and others that I want someday have in my life. I"ve learned life lessons that I'd never think I'd have to know. I've seen people go through things that i hope I never have to go through. I've thought about the arugments that I had with peopel which either solidified what I believed in, or opened my mind once again to new things, ideas, beliefs, and views. Those arguments which at one point I hated, I now realize has taught me the most during my time here. I thanked God for the friends I've gained, for the lessons that He's taught me through the people that I've lost, for the family that He has blessed me with, and for the life that He's allowed me to create for myself.
And with that final thought I pressed my pencil down on the final bubble and darkened in the last circle of my four years at college, relishing in what a blessing it was.

mixed emotions

well i'm gunna put my interpersonal relationship classes (yes that's plural! i took two this quarter) to good use and label the emotions that are going through my head right now.
anxious of the whole no job situation
impatient for Friday
optimistic in search for non profit employment
(in) awe of things my friends are doing (ie growing babies, venturing to new countries, tackling their battles, living, enjoying, cherishing, and embracing life and love and still surviving college!!
interest for Saturdays events
scared of the unknown
a zest for life
nervous for how my family will act
antsy about my capstone paper
pride for my friends and whats coming up next for them
longing for a new crush
gloomy that tomorrow is my last day with the tob-ster.
terrified of whats next
mirth at seeing the Teachman drive around in his astrovan
excited for adventures
amusement at what dinner with Richardson was like
thrilled of no more deadlines (for now)

grateful that i have 5 stable friendships that will always be there whenever i need them.

i did.


we'll see what happens.

to text or not to text.

thats the real question.

countdown

11 days till fam.
12 days till not having a plan.
13 days till crusin'.
20 days till i have to create a plan.

belli bar crawl

this was a very very successful night.

got a phone number
got news of a job opening at a place where a bffworks
gave a phone number
flirted lots
bar crawled it
went to royal upstairs
had a sociological discussion with a boy at a bar
realized he was trying to justify paying for world of warcraft.
walked home.
left my soon to be new roomie on the couch with a boy she like
got a promise for breakfast out tomorrow morning.
watching wimbelton
putting clothes on hangers
decided tomorrow is a nothing day (other than filling out a job app)

passion

If you have passion for what you do,
the company you keep,
the life you live,
it will be reflected in whatever you create.
Passion is like that,
it springs out,
jumps,
unpredictable and unplanned,
into everything we touch.
If it doesn't,
others know.
Passion can't be faked and it can't be manufactured,
which is why it's so priceless.