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It's (been) Official: Je vais aller en France!!

Salut tout le monde!! Hi everyone :) As some of you are aware, I am going to be studying abroad this summer for 4 1/2 weeks in Lyon and Paris, France. I've been studying French for the past 6 years, though a total 4 1/2 years have been spent in an actual classroom setting (3 in high school 1yr 1/2 @ASU). Though I've started to fundraise in a couple ways (selling my "photography," selling toy laser guns, rhinestoned hair clips & ballet socks), the whole concept of me, myself & I going to France has yet to sink in. These fundraising efforts are only the beginning I have many more ideas in my head that I have to get started on ASAP!! I will be leaving in about 6 or 7 weeks I think... (I'm telling you, it hasn't sunk in yet, otherwise I'd tell you to the hour!) Which means I have got to get moving. Like I said, more things to come so keep a look out for goodies that will be available for sale ;) If you want to view my French project from high school you can take a look at what Mlle Strafaci had us do :) : http://jannetteslonelyplanet.blogspot.com/ For now, I have created a PayPal account (very confusing to figure out how to use it at first but I did it! Yay!) I hope that makes it easier for people. If you purchase something from me, or just want to contribute you are welcome to make a payment through this widget, however I can only accept payments of $5.00 or more here. Again, thanks everyone who has been such a support!! I would like to especially thank Mlle Christina Strafaci and M.William Drogo (repose en paix) for influencing my love of French culture early on. Any other questions please head to my facebook event page Also, keep on the look out for further fundraising events on my facebook event page: https://www.facebook.com/events/419738004721402/?notif_t=plan_user_joined For any other questions, please email message me via facebook, email me or comment below. Thanks everyone!! A tout a l'heure et merci beaucoup!! Jannette<3

101 things to do in 1001 days

So yesterday I randomly came to a site called Day Zero Project. I didn't even find it through stumbleupon or any aid of the sort. I literally just googled, new things to do, and I came upone it.

The point is, it helps you compile a sort of bucket list/ list of things you want to do/accomplish, and I found it intriguing.

I've been feeling a bit oppressed by the monotony in my life and lately, I've been looking toward the internet for some help to get me out of it. I don't need to do anything extreme or EXTRAordinary, just something different, out of the usual for me.

There's only so much time we have to live our lives on this Earth. Personally, I think we only get one shot at life as we know it. Also, the time we do have on Earth is limited. It's finite. It will end eventually, so I don't want to disappoint myself in the afterlife for not doing or finishing or accomplishing the things I'd only hoped for in the abyss of my mind's wanderings. Life is too short to worry about what everyone else thinks, but also to short to ruin it for yourself so early in life. I think we should all strive to live our life to the fullest and ACTUALLY learn from our mistakes, listen to our conscience and be the best of ourselves that we can be.


Anywho, here's the link to my list. I hope this inspires you to take a fresh perspective of the way you are living you're life at the present moment. We have life right now!! Let's not let the moments pass before we can't do any of the things we've only hoped for.


http://dayzeroproject.com/user/jannettie

If you think you can help me accomplish any of the goals on my list, please let me know! Or if you have any suggestions throw 'em at me :)


Thanks for listening,

I've never been so disappointed as now. I've never felt so many reasons to be sorry for the things that I have done and for those things that I have failed to do. I've pushed away my own values, morals, beliefs out of convenience. Scared of resent from those close to me and some that aren't even that THAT close to me. I have failed as a sister, as a daughter, as a child of God.

Sure I've done some good things, but I have failed in the most important things.

My Monday.

Monday:

My evening class was cancelled (ENG 312). Good news, I didn't want to stay on campus so late anyway. Got to go home early. Yay! Bad news, that's one of my favorite classes & I only have it once a week BUT its okay, I'm willing to go without it for a few extra hours of rest.

With the extra hours, I had time to stop by Dave's Doghouse...

Hot dog guy got the chick's number after throwing a bee out of her way! I though that only happened in movies! I gotta admit though... it was kind of cute... borderline creepy.

My mom picked me up from school, went to the chiropracter. The chiropracter, while he was treating my mom, started talking to me about books he likes. He recommended this author... Terry Pratchet or something... something about a planet is a turtle with 7 different animals on top of it and then it becomes flat and then spherical... strange? A bit. Anywho, it sounded interesting.
Got my bones cracked and headed home...

but then my mom wanted to stop by target to get some work pants. So excitedly I tagged along for my own personal reasons.

And, I got myself a Jason Wu blouse!! :)

Oh, Facebook.

I've very tempted to leave facebook for good... I think.
I don't really think there are that many people who are really interested in what I have to say, so what't the point of virtually surrounding myself with them?
I mean its great to stay connected, you never know how one person can affect your life through this medium but I think I need to find an alternative. Facebook is just too unhealthily addictive. I think I'd be better off with blogging rather than relying on facebook's tyrannical rule.

I'll give it a try... soon enough anyway.

I'm still alive!

It has been a while since I've posted anything, and even longer since I've posted something worthwhile. Ne t'inquiete pas mon cherie, that is going to change. I've given myself a bit of an ultimatum for abandoning my blogs and believe me I think I'm ready to really start posting stuff.
You will have to bear with me while I adjust to actually blogging about something interesting and not just half-assing everything by reblogging things, even though I will continue with random ramblings. So ta-ta for now!


...In the words of Monsieur Terminator "I'll be back"

Band-Aid

[Had to write about a band-aid for an in-class writing exercise.
This is what I came up with.]


Throughout life, we get hurt emotionally just about as much as we get hurt physically. There are those minimal injuries that will mend with a band-aid and just a bit of time. Some need a bit of help from some aspirin to ease the pain or maybe antibacterial spray to stop a possible infection to the rest of our sanity, or even a bit of Neurosporin or some other Scar-Be-Gone product to forget that we were ever injured. A band-aid provides us with a barrier to protect the injury so we don’t make it worse. This is the barrier we put up when we are trying to have an emotional injury healed. We don’t even regard what happened to us. We continue our daily lives. Trying to forget that injury.Get distracted. But sometimes that barrier peels down a bit while we’re distracted. No worries though. Remember the other things we have to heal our wound? These are the people that love us, the people around us the things we love to do that distract us, the hope they provide. It might take a while, but things will get better. Wounds do heal. Eventually if taken care of.

Slacking

Eh, yes I realize I've been a tad-bit behind on posting...okay a lot behind. But I will do my best to remain more consistent. It's not like I don't have anything to post, I've just been caught up with some other things. And hopefully soon enough, someone will actually care about what I have to say, if not, well at least I have myself as fan, right?

{crickets chirping...}

Well, that just a little FYI note. But stay tuned and enjoy :)

Overdosing on books

A combination of the dim streetlight and moonlight’s gleam broke through the shades and onto the off-white, Times New Roman-patterned, pages. I had lost track of time after my father bid us goodnight and switched off the light. He had tucked us in bed, my sister and me, as he reminded me it was time to sleep and put my book away. I obligingly set the book aside and continued to put up the show that I was exhausted and ready for bed. In the darkness of the night, my ears remained alert. Next to me, my sister was fast asleep; the teeth grinding had begun. I tiptoed across the room and rested my ear against the door and litened for signs of activity. Two distinct loud snores came from across the hall, from my parents bedroom. I remained still as night until I was completely convinced that the coast was clear. On my way back to bed, I took my treasure from the night stand and happily flopped onto bed. It was just me, my pillow under my chest, and Roald Dahl’s Matilda.

I rarely read a book in more than one sitting, and although I had spent the day, aborbing as much as I could, I could not bear tear myself from the plot when I had it right there, in front of me. I would keep my book hostage from the moment I’d take possesion of it. Whether it was from the library or my own collection of unread books, which weren’t many, I would not put the book down until I was bored, which rarely occurred altogether or literally falling asleep against my will. I would often get in trouble with my parents when I would spent most of the day reading. Sometimes, they would catch me reading in the wee hous of the morning. This ritual occurred throughout a great part of my childhood and well onto my teenhood. In fact, from time to time, I still fall asleep with my books in bed.

I don’t like not doing something “productive”, so at times when I’m reading, I feel guilty for spending the whole day reading it away rather than doing the chores I am responisible for or helping with something around the house as I am used to. Books are my drug. They make me paranoid and lazy, but only while I’m reading them. If I hear so much as the doorknob moving or footsteps headed toward my room, I scramble to hide my book, throw it under the bed or hide it in my pillowcase under my pillow. I’ve been caught a couple times but all my parents do now is laugh and shake there head in disbelief. Occasionally I would go out to the living room, make an appeareance at the dinner table, but never without my book. My parent’s, particularly my dad, always questioned me as to what it was these books were doing for me. My dad has always been a bit more “practical” or so he thinks. Sometimes, I would try to get him involved in the plot by describing what was going on in the story, illustrate what I saw, but at the end he would not see the point of it. It wasn’t that he was against reading stories and books, but as he spent most of his childhood and adult life working, he tends to see things as how they will personally benefit us. And part of the reason that I think his opinion towards my reading is this way is because I do it excessively. I am glad to say that I have become better at taking books in slightly smaller doses… at least, I try. Although my mother and father still give me that look from time to time when they see me reading Pride & Prejudice for the third time, or going through the Harry Potter books for the umpteenth time or reading any other book for the matter, they have never been angered or upset about it. They just simply do not understand the power these books, these stories have over me. They don’t understand the places they take me, the characters I meet. At times, they jokes about banning books from the house and I will retort ”You know, there are parents out there who wish they had children that read like me.” Even though my father won’t admit it straight out, he compares me to his own mother who loved to read and this is more than enough for me to recognize he’s extremely proud of my accomplishments as an avid reader.

My Photography... so far.

Date a girl who reads.

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."


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The Paradoxical Commandments - Kent M. Keith

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.

Amigo- Roberto Carlos

Tú eres mi hermano del alma realmente un amigo.
Que en todo camino y jornada está siempre conmigo.
Aunque eres un hombre aún tienes alma de niño.
Aquel que me dá su amistad, su respeto y cariño.
Recuerdo que juntos pasamos muy duros momentos.
Y tú no cambiaste por fuertes que fueran los vientos.
Es tu corazón una casa de puertas abiertas.
Tú eres realmente el más cierto en horas inciertas.
En ciertos momentos difíciles que hay en la vida.
Buscamos a quien nos ayude a encontrar la salida.
Y aquella palabra de fuerza y de fé que me has dado.
Me da la certeza que siempre estuviste a mi lado.
Tú eres mi amigo del alma en toda jornada.
Sonrisa y abrazo festivo a cada llegada.
Me dices verdades tan grandes con frases abiertas.
Tú eres realmente el más cierto de horas inciertas.
No preciso ni decir, todo eso que te digo.
Pero es bueno así sentir que eres tú mi gran amigo.
No preciso ni decir, todo eso que te digo.
Pero es bueno así sentir que yo tengo un gran amigo.
No preciso ni decir, todo eso que te digo.
Pero es bueno así sentir que eres tú mi gran amigo.
No preciso ni decir, todo eso que te digo.
Pero es bueno así sentir que yo tengo un gran amigo.

ZSpoke Spring 2011 Collection

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Il y a -Vanessa Paradis

Il y a là la peinture

Des oiseaux, l’envergure

Qui luttent contre le vent

Il y a là les bordures

Les distances, ton allure

Quand tu marches juste devant

Il y a là les fissures

Fermées les serrures

Comme envolés les cerfs-volants

Il y a là la littérature

Le manque d’élan

L’inertie, le mouvement

Parfois on regarde les choses

Telles qu’elles sont

En se demandant pourquoi

Parfois, on les regarde

Telles qu’elles pourraient être

En se disant pourquoi pas

Il y a lalala

Si l’on prenait le temps

Si l’on prenait le temps

Il y a là la littérature

Le manque d’élan

L’inertie, le mouvement

Parfois on regarde les choses

Telles qu’elles sont

En se demandant pourquoi

Parfois, on les regarde

Telles qu’elles pourraient être

En se disant pourquoi pas

Il y a là les mystères,

Le silence sous la mer

Qui luttent contre l’temps

Il y là les bordures

Les distances, ton allure

Quand tu marches juste devant

Il y a là les murmures

Un soupir, l’aventure

Comme emmêlés les cerfs-volants

Il y a là la littérature

Le manque d’élan

L’inertie le mouvement

Parfois on regarde les choses

Telles qu’elles sont

En se demandant pourquoi

Parfois, on les regarde

Telles qu’elles pourraient être

En se disant pourquoi pas

Parfois on regarde les choses

Telles qu’elles sont

En se demandant pourquoi

Parfois, on les regarde

Telles qu’elles pourraient être

En se disant pourquoi pas

Un petit bonhomme

Un petit bonhomme au bout du chemin

Qui mangeait du pomme et a vu Lapin

Lapin, Lapin donnez, donnez-moi la main

Mangeons du pommes et soyons copains.

Time Tested Beauty Tips by Sam Levenson

For attractive lips,
speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes,
seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure,
share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair,
let a child run his fingers through it once a day.

For poise,
walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone…

People, even more than things,
have to be restored, renewed, revived,
reclaimed and redeemed and redeemed …

Never throw out anybody. Remember, if you ever need a
helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands.
One for helping yourself, the other for helping others”.

In The Mood For l'Amour-Claire Denamur

In The Mood for l'Amour


You inspire
All the good
All the great
Puts me in the mood for love {x2}

Tu m’inspires
Tout le bon
Le meilleur
Meilleur que des bonbons
L’amour
Tu m’inspires tant d’amour

Je t’enlève tes habits
Comme le papier joli
Autour
Des caramels

Et le sucre de ta peau
C’est tout ce qu’il me faut
Pour être
In the mood for l’amour

{au Refrain}

Toi, tu es ma friandise
Mon adorée bêtise
L’objet
De ma faiblesse

Et si seulement je pouvais
T’infuser comme un thé
Toujours
In the mood for l’amour

{au Refrain}

Quoi que la vie nous réserve
D’un baiser sur mes lèvres
Tu me fais
Tout oublier

Pour le meilleur ou le pire
Que l’on s’aime ou qu’on se déchire
J’aurai toujours le souvenir de toi
Pour te chérir

Tu m’inspires
Tout le bon
Le meilleur
Meilleur que des bonbons
L’amour
Tu m’inspires tant d’amour