i am thankful for all of the wonderful experiences 2011 had for me. Im thankful for everyone that was a part of this past year, even the ones that i dont talk to at this point. My life would not be in the amazing place it is today without each and every one of them. I am thankful to finally find my dream (the next part is to fulfill it, but ill get there). Im thankful for my crazy family, our dinner conversations that are far from appropriate and our dysfunctional carrides. Im thankful for my little brother who has become one of my bestfrineds, our weekly lunch dates, and having someone to always trust. Im thankful for my peacocks, my bestfriends, the 6 girls i know always have my back. Im thankful for sara barrilles, joshua radin, bob marley, and death cab for cutie whos lyrics and melodies have gotten me through so much. Im thankful for eastlake community church, the place i know i can always find exactly what im looking for, the place that has dragged me back to God too many times, all of the leaders there that inspire me sooo much every single weekend. I have so much to be greatful for, so much in my life to smile about… so that’s exactly what im going to do, smile, and live, and enjoy every second of it.
what i want to do with my life. I had no idea where i would end up in 10 years, and now i can finally see it. I’m going to open up my own bakery. I’m gonna get my ass up at 3a.m. every morning to roll fondant and pastry dough. Nothing makes me happier than pulling fresh treats out of the oven and being excited to give them to everyone i know. I want to make wedding cakes and birthday cakes and anniversary cakes, i want the rich ladies to come get coffee and pastries after their 9a.m. walks, i want to decorate the windows according to holidays and seasons and give free cookies to little kids, i want to paint the walls light mint green and have cute little stencils on the top. I don’t care if it limits the possibility of having a family. my dad always said “Do something you love and you’ll never have to work a day in your life.” SFSU business school then culinary school, watch out. here i come, well after i get out of this hell hole we call high school. :)
“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”—Unknown (via slekes)
“You forget all of it anyway. First, you forget everything you learned-the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didn’t really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your teachers, and eventually you’ll forget those, too. You forget your junior class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend’s home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. For me, it was something by Simon & Garfunkel. Who knows what it will be for you? And eventually, but slowly, oh so slowly, you forget your humiliations-even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties. Who could get you pot. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.”—Gabrielle Zevin (via slekes)
“People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head — the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.”—William H. Woodwell Jr. (via slekes)